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bouncybongfairy · 9 months

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Opposites Attract

Rodrick Heffley x Fem Reader

Summary: One Friday after school, you are trying to practice for an important audition coming up. As you start, you suddenly hear an obnoxiously loud drumming coming from next door. After arguing back and forth for a while, it becomes clear that neither of you is budging. You desperately need this rehearsal time and ask him what it will take to get the peace and quiet you need. He tells you he'll stop if you let him take you on a date tomorrow to the Drive-In tomorrow night.

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You were sitting in the last period, trying to get some homework done. It was Friday and you could tell everyone was itching for the weekend to start. Once you noticed that you only had 5 minutes until the bell rang, you started packing your bag up. Unlike most students, you had to stay after school and rehearse for your 1st chair violin position on Monday. You grabbed a tissue and cleaned your glasses, watching the clock as time dragged by. Once the bell rang, you stayed seated until most of your peers exited. You would just be waiting as kinds shoved their way through the small opening. After the doorway was less crowded you made your way to the E-wing where the music room was located. You were close with your orchestra teacher and she would let you stay after class in order to get a little practice in. It was nice to have the entire room to yourself, you took your violin out of the case and started tuning. After you had rosined your bow, you started practicing when you heard an off-rhythm drumming. At first, you were trying to ignore it, unfortunately, you would find yourself focusing on the drumming while counting rests. Eventually, you couldn’t take it so you packed your violin up and tried to find where the music was coming from.

You went into the theater and saw someone banging away at a drum set that was placed in the middle of the stage. You immediately recognized the drummer as Rodrick Heffley. He had certainly made a reputation for himself this year, getting caught spray painting the side of the school; doing donuts in the parking lot, and of course, you knew he smoked. He was sweating and his shaggy hair was sticking to his forehead. His eyebrows were furrowed because of how much he was exerting himself. He was really lanky but his arms were toned, mostly likely due to how much he plays. He was wearing an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans. His backpack, which was covered in buttons and pins, was sitting next to the drum kit. He reached down to pull a water bottle and took a drink. His head was tilted up and a couple of water droplets were running down his throat. You walked passed the aisle of seats and approached him, when he noticed you he immediately paused.

“I’m really trying to practice and I can barely hear myself think over your banging,” you said crossing your arms.

“Well, what do you want me to do about that? I’m trying to practice too, you know,” he said.

“I have an audition this Monday and I really need to be 100% focused during this practice,” you explained.

“I have a gig next Friday and also need some quiet time,” he said.

“If I give you 10 bucks will you please let me practice?” you proposed.

“Actually I have a better idea, what if we went out tomorrow night? We can go see the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie at the Drive-In,” he said.

“Really? Do you even know my name?” you huffed.

“Y/N. I would ask you if you know mine but I’m pretty sure you do,” he said, smirking at you.

“Well then, can I give you my number?” you asked.

“Sure can,” he said. You climbed up on stage and grabbed a pen out of your jacket pocket. You grabbed his hand and wrote your number on his hand.

He thanked you and then you quickly made your way back to the music room. You continued on with practicing but were now preoccupied with thinking about what you just agreed to. Not having much experience with dating, you felt a little nervous. Rodrick seemed so confident with talking to girls, that was part of the reason you liked him. You just didn’t want to come off as naive or clueless. Eventually, you come to the conclusion that you can no longer focus on the music and have your mom come to pick you up. The entire car ride and even once you got home you couldn’t get your mind off him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. He just had that bad-boy vibrato that only certain guys have. Not to mention you two completely and utterly fit the trope of the sweet girl with the bad boy stereotype. Most of your friends, especially the ones that you took orchestra with, always talked down on metal or angsty music. You, on the other hand, felt differently. Music that isn’t your taste isn’t bad music and most people your age couldn’t seem to grasp that. All your friends saw him as a grimy skater boy but what was wrong with that? You even asked them why they would be ashamed to be like the guys their famous idols pretend to be. Getting tired of the anxiety thinking about tomorrow was causing you to wash up and head to bed.

The next day you start getting ready around 6:30 pm. You were sitting on the floor of your bedroom, in front of a mirror that was propped against the wall. Separating your hair into layers you slowly began flat ironing. You had gotten a text from Rodrick that said he was going to pick you up around 8. Although you still had some anxiety, you were really excited. This was going to be your first date and the fact that it was with someone you were so attracted to made it that much. It took you 10 minutes to get your left lash to stick but you were finally done with your make-up. You changed into a jean skirt, a black v-neck, and a white sweater. By the time you were fully done, he texted you that he was on the way. You practically jumped out of your skin when you read it. You felt like your blood was running hot and cold at the same time. Your mom gave you 20 dollars and a kiss on the cheek before she left. When you walked outside your house, the first thing you noticed was his van. It also smelt like his cologne but not in an overwhelming way. You knew he had a band but you didn’t realize it was named Loaded Diper. Practically skipping down the driveway you climb into the front seat. The first thing you noticed was the A.C. being on blast, you were also surprised by how clean everything was.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Hi, you look really pretty,” he said, which made you blush.

“Thanks, so are you excited to see the new TMNT movie? I heard it got really good reviews,” you said.

“For sure, I’ve been looking forward to it for a while,” he said.

You drove in comfortable silence up until you got to the Drive-In. You offered to pay but he ignored you and your pleas. Once he found a spot in the back, the two of you made your way to the snack bar. It was a vintage 60’s theme which you thought was cool. There were records hung on the call, all the booths were cherry red and the floor had a checkered pattern. As you waited in line, Rodrick put his arms around your shoulder which made your stomach flip. You were surprised by how much he ordered. Seriously, you hoped he wasn’t expecting help. You helped him carry everything back: nachos, popcorn, fresh chocolate chip cookies, two slurpees, and two hotdogs. When he parked, he turned the van around so that the back doors were facing the screen. He opened the doors and you were actually surprised by how much effort he put into it. There was a thick layer of blankets stacked on the floor of the van. Several pillows lined up against the driver and passenger seats. A small battery-powered lantern was hung from the center of the ceiling. There were stickers all over the interior of the car which made you smile. It looked so cute and cozy. You slipped your shoes off and climbed into the back with him. You were nervous, to the point where your teeth were chattering a little. The trailers that played before the movie were still running; he had already eaten half his nachos.

“Where do you put all that?” you joked.

“We’ll never know,” he said.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, pointing to your legs that were shaking a bit.

“A little, I’ve never been on a date before,” you admitted, taking a sip from your Slurpee.

“Since we’re sharing secrets, you’re the first girl that actually said yes when I asked. Even then you only did it to rehearse,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“After I gave you my number, I only practiced for like 15 minutes because it was all I could think about,” you said.

“Really?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“What is so unbelievable?” you asked.

“I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t think I was your type,” he confessed.

“That’s fair, we don’t necessarily run with the same crowd. I have to admit though, usually all the guys I’m around are scared to get a bit of dirt under their fingernails. It’s not like I seek trouble but I really like you, your style, taste in music, and demeanor you know?” you said.

He was blushing really hard, looking down so that his hair covered his eyes. You could still see his smirk though, it made you feel giddy knowing you had this effect on him. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, at first you questioned whether he should be smoking when he had to drive home. He reassured you that he had a high tolerance and that the effects would wear off by the time the movie ended. You were really nervous, especially because you’d never smoked before. He took a couple of hits to show you how to properly inhale. He also reassured you that if you didn’t want to or didn’t want him to smoke then it was okay. This warmed your heart, knowing that he didn’t want you to feel pressured. You grabbed his hand, feeling too insecure to hold it yourself. You took a big hit and then coughed it out, the smoke burning your throat. He laughed as you took a huge drink of your Slurpee to help the stinging sensation. After taking one or two more hits, you could feel it kicking in. You couldn’t stop giggling which was amusing to Rodrick.

“Now I understand how you can eat all this food,” you said while taking a big bite of a hotdog.

“Your eyes are so red,” he laughed.

“Really?” you asked, grabbing your phone and looking at your appearance.

“Can we take a selfie together?” you asked, he nodded his head yes.

You scooted closer to him and took a selfie with your back camera with flash. When you showed Rodrick he was impressed with how well they came out. After that, he started talking to you about what his plans were for his band. You were surprised with how far ahead he had thought into the future; you know, about what type of label he wanted to be signed to and merch that he wanted to design. You told him about how you wanted to make movie scores and he thought it was really cool. It was now completely dark and the movie was starting. You covered your legs with the blanket and turned to face Rodrick. He had just taken a hit and blew the small hit into your face. You playfully inhaled which made him laugh, you then kissed his cheek. He turns and smiles at you before giving you a quick peck on the lips. After you cuddle up to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and start enjoying the movie. o

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xandezsims · 11 months

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megamindsecretlair · 4 months

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Midnight Sin - Chapter 5

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Pairing: Vampire!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Long exposition that has some smut in the middle. Fingering (fem receiving), cursing, use of N word, AU Tyrone, Toxic Tyrone. Dark fic. Dirty talk. Mentions of blood, overstimulation. The concept of "rolling" is brought up when Tyrone is able to hypnotize reader, but it is consensual. Exhibition kink if you squint. Non-inclusive language used.

Summary: A chance meeting at a club introduced you to the enigmatic Tyrone. He was interesting in ways that you weren't expecting. Tyrone invites you onto a mysterious date to introduce you more to his world.

Word Count: 4,742k

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Tyrone was being mysterious as hell. He had told you to be free tonight and that he would pick you up a little after sunset. He refused to tell you where you were going or what you would be doing and you had no idea what to wear.

“Wear anything you’re comfortable in,” he had told you and nothing more.

Now, you were in his car. He was dressed to the nines in a silky black suit, black shirt, skinny black tie and a red pocket square. You felt horribly underdressed in jeans and a long-sleeved white T-shirt.

He didn’t let you change. You were fighting yourself from asking a thousand questions. Why was he dressed so fancy and you weren’t allowed to? Was he just coming from somewhere?

You had to bite your cheek to keep from firing them off. Tyrone never gave you any reason to doubt him. He was a vampire, sure, but you’d yet to see that particular side to him. You weren’t sure how you would react. Horror? Attraction? Who knew?

He held your hand while he drove, asking about your day. His thumb stroked across yours and your belly flipped with every pass. You stumbled over your boring ass day, dealing with work. Bunch of lazy people coddled by management, what else was new?

Tyrone pulled into a parking structure, but you weren’t sure what kind. When he parked and opened the door for you, he had a smirk on his face. He pulled on his sunglasses and headed inside the doors.

It looked like…a boutique. An expensive ass boutique. The kind with perfume pumping out of the vents. Enough to be noticeable but subtle enough that it didn’t irritate your senses. The carpet was a soft cream color that felt like you were walking on clouds. There were a few racks back here, filled with long and flowing dresses. Fancy event dresses.

The back section of the boutique had been closed off with a soft pale pink curtain. As soon as you got further inside, you noticed dressing rooms and a rack of matching shoes to the dresses.

“Tyrone?” You asked.

At the sound of your voice, some tall, thin, brunette stepped from the shadows holding a champagne flute. She handed it to you with a small smile. You took it but you were just out of your element here.

“I want to take you somewhere tonight. Be more involved in my world than just my parties,” he said. He nodded to the woman who left and returned, rolling a clothing rack your way.

“There’s no way my size is in here,” you said.

You couldn’t help yourself from walking over to the rack, running your fingers through the fabric. Silk, satin, chiffon, lace. You ran over the many textures and colors already imagining trying to squeeze your ass in one of them.

“This store caters exclusively to us and all sizes,” Tyrone said.

You laughed and turned to face him. “You just think of everything, don’t you?”

He shrugged. “Try to. I want to spoil somebody. I want to spoil you,” he said.

You shook your head. “There’s no way I can afford this or accept it as a gift. This is…way too much. I’m not after your money,” you said.

You had taken care of yourself all your life, because who else was going to do it? You didn’t like handouts or charity.

Tyrone looked towards the sales clerk. “We’d like some privacy please,” he said. The sales clerk nodded robotically and left through the pale curtains, out into the boutique proper. Tyrone walked over to you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest.

He took a deep breath and kissed your cheek. “I want you to spend my money. I want you to spend so much of it, the bank sends several ex-forces to shut us down. I already have more than I can spend in a thousand lifetimes,” he said. His deep, rumbling voice only sent shivers down your thighs.

“Tyrone…” you said. You were trying to think of a good argument for why you couldn’t let him pamper you. This just…wasn’t you. You liked him for him and that was all that mattered.

Tyrone’s hands slid across your hips until he was unbuttoning your jeans. Your soft, lacy panties were moved aside as Tyrone circled your clit. He hummed, finding you wet already. He dipped his hand lower to tease your entrance, gathering up more of your arousal to ease his fingers around your clit once more.

A soft moan escaped you. One hand moved over his but you made no indication for him to stop. Your other hand gripped his other forearm. This was so wrong and dirty, getting fingered in a boutique where the salespeople could hear you or walk in on you at any moment.

You never thought you had an exhibition kink, but here you were. Tossing your ass in the air for his vampire buddies to see and now for sales clerks. Tyrone licked your neck, right over your artery and you moaned a little louder.

You’d blame this on your morbid curiosity into the macabre. It turned you on a little too much that a creature capable of draining you dry was licking all over your neck like you were an ice cream cone. The push and pull between hunger, death, and sex intoxicated you. The way you were both a treat to eat and a treat to ravish.

Wasn’t it the French that called orgasms, “la petite mort”? The little death?

You felt a little like dying whenever you were with Tyrone. Maybe it was the nature of the vampire. Maybe it was because you were terrified of dying and here he offered a solution. If you asked, would he make you like him? Could you handle being a vampire?

He moved his hand faster, flicking your clit. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loudly, too harshly. He moved his left hand up to cover your mouth while he rubbed and flicked on your clit until you were putty in his hands.

Until you were drooping, knees buckling, unable to keep standing. Tyrone bent and rolled with you but held you up. Held you open. You were so fucking close. So fucking close to that sweet hit of ecstasy.

“Say you’ll take all my money. Every last cent. That you’ll let me spoil you. That I get to treat you like my little doll?” He asked.

His hand slowed. He moved his left hand away from your mouth. “Wait, wait,” you said. You moved and gyrated your hips, not wanting to give up how close you were to cumming.

“What do I wanna hear?” He asked.

“Please,” you said. You were desperate to cum. Your body was on fire.

“I need to hear it, little doll,” he said in your ear. He finished with a small lick to the shell of your ear.

“Okay, okay, okay, please,” you moaned. You were right on the edge. Right on the edge of that cliff staring down the abyss. You only needed a push.

Tyrone chuckled and returned to kissing your neck, rubbing his fangs across your artery. His hand moved faster, flicking your clit until you were moaning and riding your orgasm. His hand returned to your mouth to cover some of it, but between the smell of sex and your noises, it was obvious to anyone what you were doing back here.

You shivered and jerked as you came down, slumping against him. He held you while you recovered. “I can’t try on dresses now,” you said, pouting.

“There’s a bathroom right over there. Nice try,” he said. He replaced your panties and zipped you up, leaving your button undone. He tapped your ass to get you moving towards the bathroom so you could clean yourself up. Bastard. You heard him licking his fingers.

Afterwards, you were fresh and clean. Tyrone had found a plush chair to relax into. He was on his phone, scowling, but when you entered, he put his phone away.

“Which dresses do you like?” He asked.

You playfully scowled as you looked over the vibrant colors. There was black, green, purple, and red to match his pocket square. You chose the red one, flaring it out over yourself. It was a sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline. It had your name written all over it.

You picked out a few more, a blue one and a purple one. “Try them on, I wanna see you in ‘em,” he said.

He really wasn’t going to make this easy on you. Fuck it. If you were going to date a vampire, you might as well receive all the perks. You were dying for him to roll you again. Spending his money was just a part of that. You deserved it, didn’t you? There was no law that said you had to play the demure card.

If you were a gold digging heartless bitch, that was one thing. You weren’t. You were an asshole sure, a bitch most definitely, but heartless? No. You simply curated which fucks to give.

You walked towards the dressing room, clutching the red dress when Tyrone stopped you. “Naw, out here,” he said.

“Really?” You asked.

“I wanna see everything,” he said.

You smiled. Maybe he was still rolling you because you felt sinful, naughty, as you pushed your jeans down your hips. You turned so that he could watch the material slide over your ass. Tyrone leaned on one elbow, fingers against his face, his pinky resting against his big, sexy lips.

You couldn’t see his eyes, but you watched him in the mirror. His attention was definitely on you.

You worked off your shirt and bra, tossing it at him. He caught it with his free hand and rested it against his knee. That sight alone made your knees weak. You loved that you were nearly naked and he was still dressed up.

You shimmied into the red dress and moved closer to the mirror. It was a mirror that had soft lighting around it so you looked at all of your angles in the three way mirror. It wasn’t zipped yet but already felt amazing on your skin. You zipped it partially, just to see how it looked and you were amazed by how sexy you looked. Your necklace even sort of matched, the small, single pearl dangling against your neck.

You turned to Tyrone who grinned, flashing his fangs. “Irresistible,” he said.

Your cheeks warmed from his praise and you turned your head this way and that. “I like it, but I want to see the others,” you said.

Tyrone glanced at his watch. “We have time,” he said.

You tried on the other two dresses which were just as gorgeous. Different styles and fabrics and you nearly moaned when you wore the purple one. However, you felt like the red dress matched you better and it matched his suit without looking too much like you were on a prom date.

The sales clerk reentered as you were slipping on the red one once more. “We’ll take all three,” Tyrone said.

You squealed and clapped your hands together. Then, you went over to the rack. Your shoe size. How he knew such things was beyond you. Maybe his vision allowed him to see your shoe size one day. Maybe after so many years of being alive, he just knew by sight alone.

“Tell me about your family,” Tyrone said as you perused the offerings. Some were a little too high for you. You wanted to be sexy, not fall flat on your ass.

“What do you wanna know?” You asked.

“I wanna know everything,” he said.

You giggled. “Not much to tell. There’s not much of us left. I come from a small family of a small family. I didn’t grow up with a lot of cousins or siblings. I have an annoying ass little brother and a mom. My dad died when I was younger, back in high school. In fact, we joke that there’s a family curse,” you said.

You selected a pair of heels, putting them on to get the full effect. It added to your height, but not so much that you felt unsteady.

“What do you mean by family curse?” Tyrone asked.

“The women in my family tend to die young in freak accidents. My grandma was one of the oldest in the family for the longest,” you said. It still hurt you terribly thinking of your grandmother. No one knew her secret and she didn’t write it down anywhere.

Your mother was just as afraid of dying as you were. There was no way to prove a curse, but as far back as anyone could tell, your matrilineal line dwindled each generation. Fewer daughters were getting born. Your grandma was an only girl, your mother an only girl, and now you.

“Why do you ask?” You asked. You went back to the shoe rack picking out two more pairs of shoes to match your dresses. Your friends were going to scream in jealousy when they saw these. Especially London’s bitch ass. You couldn’t tell them you were dating a vampire, but you could tell them you were dating a rich club owner.

You smiled evilly in the mirror as you imagined what London would say. How she would try her best to act like she wasn’t hating. She could be happy if she left Carlos’ ass alone.

“I’m trynna see if you have witches in your family,” Tyrone said.

You giggled. “Ah, no. I think we’re the total opposite of witches,” you said. Witches would know how to fight off a death curse.

Your thoughts turned towards being a vampire. You could do it. You could spare a future child from living without her mother. There was no rhyme or reason to how the women in your family died. Some were burned alive, drowned, at a young age, or at an old age. That was the scariest part.

You and your mother fought like hell not to be paranoid. To live your lives to the fullest. If you became a vampire, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. You weren’t sure how you would explain it to your mom, but she’d have to be happy in the long run right?

“You sure there’s no magic in your blood at all?” He asked.

You walked away from the mirror, moving to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I just want to learn more about you, promise,” he said. He smiled. “Ready?”

You nodded. Luckily, your hair was already up and didn’t look half bad. You were glad you opted to put some care into it. You’d have been mortified to walk into that event looking crazy. Like lipstick on a pig. Wearing nice clothes but everything else to the wayside.

After getting the bags in the car, Tyrone took you to a makeup store. You told him it was backwards, that you do hair and makeup first and then put on the dress. He smiled. “You just focus on staying sexy and I’ll worry about everything else,” he said.

You shrugged. You weren’t going to argue. After, you were finally on your way to whatever event it was that Tyrone was attending.

He pulled into a fancy hotel in Downtown LA, the sprawling entrance trying its hardest to compete with a nicer city. Still, it was gorgeous with a fountain out front. Tyrone stepped out and opened the door for you.

You really did feel like a doll. He helped you out and you promptly took his arm. Heads turned in your direction as Tyrone handed off his keys to the valet. Yeah, you knew you looked damn good. Like celebrities walking the red carpet.

Tyrone led you towards a banquet hall. Inside, there were hundreds of people dressed up and rubbing elbows. It was like a sea of beautiful Black people. There was a spattering of white people, but the room screamed Black excellence. Was everyone here a vampire? Couldn’t be if you were here. You doubted they’d want a human knowing their inner workings.

You looked towards a banner for answers and found that it was some type of medical charity. You looked closer and noticed that it was for a children’s charity. Aww. You looked at Tyrone with a knowing smile.

“Like I said, I have enough money to buy the world ten times over. Good to do something meaningful with it. Not to mention, it keeps the hospitals on our side. The ones we don’t own won’t look too hard at us,” he said.

You shook your head, laughter spilling from your lips. “Why is that not surprising?”

You needed to ask if there was some type of donor class you could take. An introduction to vampirism and how there was one on every corner. Your neighbor could be one. Your night time nurse could be one. They weren’t always the bloodthirsty demons the media made them out to be.

You were sure there was probably thousands of acres of land out there covering up vampire kills. You were sure that with one look, they could rip your head off and suck your innards. But no one came after you just because they thought your blood smelled that good. No one was rolling your mind on the regular to lure you into a trap.

There were rules and you wanted to know those rules. You wanted to know everything. If you were going to do what your mind was thinking, you wanted to be well-informed.

“This is a vampire event. Not only are we discussing roll out donations to hospitals, we’re also keeping up with the lastest noise from law enforcement, witches, and vampire hunters. The modern age has made it easier than ever to hide but also to expose us. Vampires are cool now, you’ve learned to stop being afraid of us,” he said. He grinned at your expression, no doubt smelling the spike of fear that went through you.

You wondered if he could also smell that hit of attraction. Did he know that the thought of being at his mercy was a turn on?

He removed his glasses since he was among friends. The door you had entered through was covered up by thick curtains. No one would know that there was a vampire party in this room.

“Since it’s sort of informal, donors are allowed to come,” he said. He led you around the room, pointing out auction items. No one really loses their interest in stuff. Vampires gained and lost areas of study over the years. The pyramids, Ancient Greece, mythology, etc. Sometimes one was willing to part with their items.

“What’s your interest?” You asked.

“Legacy,” he said. He grinned at you. “I collect historical items that represent great acts of service or immortality. Like the Holy Grail, the arrow that went through Achilles, a mirror from Helen of Troy, a cane from King Ghezo of Dahomey,” he said.

His voice went up a little as he spoke about his items. They must really mean that much to him. “There’s so much I need to know,” you said and giggled.

You stopped by a standing table, the surface of the glass just high enough above your waist for comfort. A waiter walked by with champagne flutes. Others walked with wine. Hm, maybe not wine. You squinted but wasn't entirely sure.

Tyrone grabbed two flutes, holding onto the darker liquid one and handing you the champagne. Blood then.

“That’s actually my fault. I kind of skipped a few steps inviting you into this life,” he said.

“What kind of steps?”

“Usually we select our donors more carefully. Choose those already drawn to the supernatural, even for silly reasons. If they are capable of acknowledging that supernatural creatures can exist. We talk, answer questions, slowly get used to knowing that we are real. Donors are expected to offer up potential for blackmail should they want to out us,” he said. “Sex is the strongest motivator.”

And if a room full of people could claim they saw you busting it down, or that there was a video of you sucking Tyrone’s dick, you damn sure weren’t going to say anything. Should it freak you out that you were on a flash drive somewhere? In a file marked for blackmail?

Not really. Wasn’t anything crazier than the sex tape you made with an ex. You watched as he deleted everything after you broke up. All but the copy you had. If he had a secret one, he never posted it to any porn site you’d been to.

“Definitely has my seal of loyalty,” you said. You smiled. “I get it. You have to protect this,” you said.

“Well, this is cute,” Tyrone’s eyes narrowed. You turned your head to who had spoken.

A Black man stood before you with a long but sweet face, big like a football player, and wearing a nice dark suit. On his arm, there was a leggy Black woman with a small, rounded face like an actual doll. She was so gorgeous with midnight skin glistening in the fluorescent lighting.

She winked at you and flashed a hit of fang. Fuck, there were so damn cute together, it was killing you.

Tyrone stepped closer behind you, placing a hand on your hip. “Isaac,” Tyrone said.

“There’s been some talk about you getting a new donor. How you doin’ sweetheart?” Isaac asked.

You lifted an eyebrow at his date. She was just going to let that slide? She winked again and looked you up and down. Maybe you misinterpreted that earlier wink.

“She’s with me,” Tyrone said.

You wanted to look at him to confirm. That he really was just publicly claiming you like that. But you were picking up hella tension. Your intuition was usually spot on so you stayed a silent and united front with Tyrone.

“Ah, I see, I see. Too bad. She likes to play with her donors,” Isaac said.

You looked at his date and she smiled. If you weren’t head over heels for Tyrone, you would definitely try to see what that was like.

“I also heard that you had switched up your look. Walkin’ around with grills. Got me to thinkin’ that Fo-”

“Do you mind giving us a moment? There’s a lot of donors here,” he said.

You weren’t sure what this Isaac person was on about but you wanted to know more. Your nosy nature landed you in trouble all the time. But you just liked to think you were curious. You nodded and moved away, shoulders slumping that you couldn’t listen to more.

You walked over to the bar and got some water, feeling a little woozy from lack of food. Tyrone promised that you weren’t staying too long and that he would most certainly feed you. You were pretty sure he was talkin’ nasty. Everything he said sounded nasty when it dripped from those sexy lips.

“Are you a donor too?” You turned to see some of the few non-Black people here. Even in supernatural-land you couldn’t escape Black men chasing after them.

You nodded. “Oh my god! It’s so hard to tell sometimes,” she said.

You told them your name and they told you theirs. “Which one are you?” The ringleader, Summer, asked you.

She was a peaked, skinny girl with stringy blonde hair and one too many freckles. Out of the mountains that God sculpted Black women out of, these niggas still went for flat plains.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you the second donor or…?”

“Does it matter?” You asked. Nothing about this girl seemed genuine. You didn’t like how she asked all of these questions or that her friends stayed silent as if you were in a teenage movie.

“You the third one?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. One of the girls behind her smirked and you looked back at Summer.

“How long have you been a donor? I know how easy it is to get mixed up, since they rotate so often,” she said. She smiled like she was your friend. You hated nice-nasty bitches like this. What was with the hostility?

Why couldn’t they have a nice conversation and bond over being blood bags for vampires? It was straight to competition mode and you were sick of it. As if the bitch could compete with someone as gorgeous as you?

If nothing else, it was the audacity. You were minding your Black ass business and the snow patrol had to come in and break it up.

“Maybe you just can’t satisfy your vampire. Not if it takes more than one of you at a time,” you said.

Summer’s face dropped down in surprise. “I have class so I won’t give you any details, however, just know that my vampire is well taken care of. Evening ladies,” you said. You turned and headed far, far away from them.

“God, I’ve been waiting for someone to shut that ho up.” You passed by a tall Black woman with sun in her veins. Her deep brown skin was beautiful, exposed by her dark green dress. She was small up top, but more than made up for it in the ass and hips department.

And why was everyone so fucking pretty? It wasn’t fair.

You stopped walking. “I’m Nikki,” she said. You introduced yourself.

“The bitch of the ball?” You asked, nodding your head in Summer’s direction.

“She gets off on making donors cry because her poor mean Daddy won’t pay attention to her,” Nikki mocked, mimicking a baby voice.

“Fuck, that’s annoying,” you said.

“Right! She’s also probably mad because she’s been throwing herself at Tyrone for years. He won’t even acknowledge she exists,” Nikki said.

“I figured there was some jealousy in there,” you said.

“Isn’t it always though?” She asked.

For the next twenty minutes or so, you bonded with Nikki instantly. You were so in sync, it was maddening. You were into the same kind of things, loving movies and lounge dates, not one for a big overcrowded clubs. You were exchanging numbers with her when Tyrone finally found you.

“Good?” He asked.

You introduced him to Nikki who told you that she was here for another vampire. Tyrone knew that one and said she had a good one. She excused herself, with a promise to text you.

“Everything good with you?” You asked.

“Fine. Isaac is a business rival. He likes to get under my skin so I can brag about my next move,” he said.

“Does he think you’re that stupid?” You asked.

“Apparently. The mu’fucka keep tryin’ it,” he said. You giggled. Your stomach also rumbled.

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. “Forgive me, let’s get you some food. Anything you want,” he said.

“Anything?” You asked.

“Anything,” he said and smiled. He pecked your lips, hummed a little, and brought his lips back to yours. “That’s what I’ve been missing all night. Some lovin’.”

You told him that you wanted to go to a restaurant on the PCH. Gladstone’s was a celebration destination, right off the coast of the beach. It overlooked the ocean and there were barrels of peanuts you could snack on and throw the shells underfoot. It would absolutely ruin your shoes, but you’d just make Tyrone buy you some more.

Hell, maybe a whole fleet of the same shoes. So you could mess them up every night wearing them to bed with him.

“After dinner, you can get all the lovin’ you want,” you said.

His eyes turned a shade darker, the red still a shock to you. He pulled you closer to him. “Don’t tease me, little doll,” he said.

You grinned. “The usual? Food and fuck?” You said. You slid your hands into his. He laughed, that wide smile tearing you up inside. You wanted to see that smile on his face all the time.

“In that order,” he said. He led you outside to his car and soon you were flying down the street, wind whipping through the open windows for a night of great food, sights, and Tyrone’s body covering yours.

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mayblelayla · 6 months

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Only Exception (Sam Golbach)

Sam Golbach X Reader (Fluff)

Reader is in a band

Reader and Sam have been together for 5 Years

Reader proposes

"Sam?" you called out from your desk. You were currently working on a new song for your band's new album that they've been working on.

"Yeah, Baby?" He called peaking his head into your office. You spun around in your chair to face your boyfriend, a smile growing when you saw he wore a pair of gym shorts and a large sweatshirt.

"I was gonna head to the recording studio would you wanna come with me?" You questioned, watching as he just nodded his head. "I was thinking we could leave in half an hour," you said, returning to your desk.

Sam turned to walk back down the hall but you stopped him before he got too far.

"Wear something casual and nice; I wanna get dinner after," You yelled after him.

Once the door to your shared room closed you pushed your chair back from our desk and went to join Sam in the bedroom. You pushed the door open slowly before shutting it behind you. Sam was standing in front of the closet with one of his nicer sweatshirts and a jean jacket over it with a pair of black skinny jeans. you walked over to your side of the closet, pulling out a sweater and a pair of jeans before kissing Sam on the cheek.

"Meet you downstairs?" You asked as you grabbed your makeup bag.

"of course, gorgeous," He said with a smile and a kiss on your lips. .

You walked across the room to your shared bathroom and set your makeup bag on the counter. When you looked up and saw your reflection in the mirror, you took a deep breath before turning the faucet on. You dipped your face down and splashed water across it. Once you felt the water cool your face down, you wiped it off and started to do your makeup.

It wasn't long before you closed the makeup bag and picked it up, carrying it back into your room with you. You set it down on your dresser and grabbed your pair of Converse from the floor next to you. With a deep breath, you opened the top drawer of your dresser and pulled out a small box. Once you slipped it into the pocket of your jeans, you walked back out the door, shut the light off, and walked down the stairs.

Sam was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He looked up when he heard you come down the stairs.

"You ready to go?" He asked, standing up and holding his hand out to you. You could only nod and take his hand as he led you to the garage where your cars were parked. You let go of his hand to grab your keys off the wall before you walked down the steps and opened the driver-side door. Sam followed behind you and got in the passenger side.

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You pushed the door to the recording studio open, and the lights turned on as you walked in. Sam followed behind you, carrying your guitar case littered with stickers.

"You can set that down in the booth. I'll turn on the soundboard and show you what to press for me." You said, and he nodded, walking into the small booth with a mic set up for you.

You walked over to the soundboard and turned it on, fiddling with the switches and buttons. Once you were done, Sam popped up behind you, snaking his hand around your waist. You spun around and looked up into his blue eyes that darkened in the dim lighting.

He leaned down slowly and connected his lips with yours, letting his grip on your waist tighten. Your hand came up to rest on his cheek as you pulled away. A smile fluttered across your lips, and you spun around to face the soundboard.

"Okay," your voice faltered as you tried to explain the buttons.

"This big red one is to start and stop the recording," You pointed to the one in the middle of the board that was not lit up at the time.

"This slider here is for the volume," You said, pointing to the one to the right of the record button. You stepped to the side and let Sam sit down in the chair before you walked into the booth.

You pulled your acoustic guitar out of its case and plugged it into the amp before you began to tune it. You felt Sam's eye watching you set all of your equipment up, waiting for you to give him the go.

Once you switched the mic on, you gave him the thumbs up, and he slipped the headphones over his ears. He pressed the record button and gave you a thumbs-up back.

You took a deep breath before strumming the opening chords to the song.

When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry And curse at the wind He broke his own heart and I watched As he tried to reassemble it And my momma swore That she would never let herself forget And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist But darling, you are the only exception You are the only exception

Butterflies stirred in your stomach as you focused on the sounds from your guitar, trying to keep your head down as you sang.

When you got to the last verse you picked your head up and watched Sam with a large smile across his face.

You are the only exception And I'm on my way to believing Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

The last chord rang out from your guitar as you watched Sam reach for the record button.

"Stop," you said, and he did so, looking up at you with a confused face.

"Sam, I-" You started to say before you pulled the guitar over your head, setting it down on the stand next to you.

"I never thought I'd find a love like you, Sam," your hands started to shake as you fiddled with your fingers.

"This seems so stupid now that I'm actually doing it, but Samuel Golbach, I don't think I could go another day without telling the entire world that I love you with my entire being." You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, trying to understand what you were getting at.

You slipped your hand into your left pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box.

"Marry me?" you asked, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips as you opened the box to reveal a simple black band with knotwork surrounding it.

Sam pulled the headphones off and rounded the corner to the door to the studio, ripping it open. You dropped the box as you saw him stand in the doorway with a shocked expression. He didn't say a word, only pulled you into his arms, his head resting by your ear. After a few moments, he pulled away and held you at arm's length.

"So?" You asked him, teeth biting into your lip.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, pulling you into a kiss. When you pulled away, you both burst out into contagious laughter.

"I can't believe you proposed before me," He muttered, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

"Colby is so gonna make fun of us for this," you said, pulling away to pick the ring box off the floor. Sam took it out of your hand, opening it to examine the ring.

"How did you even get my ring size?" He asked, pulling it out and slipping it onto his finger.

"Do you know how many rings you have? I just picked one of them you always wear. When I went to get the ring, I brought it to get the size." You said with a shrug of your shoulders.

"It's so pretty," He mumbled, spinning it around on his finger. You smiled as you packed up the guitar, listening as he admired the ring.

"C'mon, let's go get dinner," You said, holding your hand out. He took it and followed you back to the soundboard, watching as you stopped the recording and saved it to the computer.

Once everything was saved, you logged out and turned the board off, turning to Sam with your empty hand out for him.

"I think it's only right that I get you a ring," He said. You looked up at him with a smile, taking in his sweet face, smiling down at you.

"Whatever you want, pretty boy," You teased as you locked the door to the studio behind you.

The song that I used was Only Exception by Paramore :)

#sam golbach #fluff #sam golbach x reader #sam golbach imagine

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peemanne · 8 months

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being a street goon in the yakuza series gotta suck so hard. everyone naturally everyone brings up stuff like yakuza 5 kiryu heat actions or saejima... saejima-ing people but i gotta feel especially bad for those who get stuck with yagami, specifically in LJ. just picture it, you and your boys jump some skinny dude in even skinnier jeans and the dude just hits you with that Snake Parry > Style switch to Crane > Sky Dancer Heavy to initiate a juggle > Style switch back to Crane > Rush Combo x3 > Style switch to Tiger > Rush Combo x2 > Finishing Blow x2 > Quickstep Blow (Forward) > Style switch to Snake > Rush Combo x2 > Charged Finishing Blow x1 > Finishing Blow x1 > Style switch to Crane > Rush Combo x1 > Finishing Blow x1 (Locked On) > EX Blasting Kick, then after your body gets sent flying because of dragon engine physics your wallet flies out of your pocket and starts glowing yellow

#rgg #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #lost judgment #super duper cracked lj juggle combo.mp4

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amour-anguis · 2 months

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Top 5 losers (lovingly) in the marauders

5. Sirius Orion Black- he will never ever accept it but he is. he would be the one boy in the back of the class in high school making moaning noises to annoy teachers amen

4. Evan: he is lame, he is Hawt but like he probably has an office job and comes home and drinks hard kombucha by himself while he watches youtube (me)

3. James! boy simply doesn’t Care that he’s a loser but like he’s such a simp and regulus is so enamored w him. also he would wear the neon yellow Nike socks

2. Remus. he’s just a dude! he’s sexy yes but he’s also a loser and a nerd and i Need him. he can NOT flirt and he wants to be home by 9pm to watch his favorite show bc he still uses cable.

1. BARTY!!! this man is the biggest loser ever like he’s so lame i love him so much. this dude keeps a bottle of vape juice in the back pocket of his way to tight skinny jeans and it breaks and spills and he smells like strawberry banana vape juice for a week.

#ask amour #marauders #sirius black #evan rosier #james potter #remus lupin #barty crouch junior #LOSERS YOUR HONOR #i speak the truth #you can’t tell me i’m wrong

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ididit-allofit-foryou · 10 months

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disabled people are beautiful!!!

(image description below the cut--it wouldn't fit in alt text!!)

a drawing of 15 disabled people on a yellow background with a light pink floral pattern. from left to right:

1. a fat white person whose left (their left) arm ends before the elbow. their right arm is on their hip, & they are smiling. they have short red hair, a yellow dress with white flowers, white hoop earrings, and black heels. they also have moles and are blushing.

2. a chubby middle eastern woman wearing a light pink embroidered abaya kaftan style robe and a slightly darker pink hijab. the robe's embroidery is delicate mauve vines around the sleeves, and two matching vines down the front. the woman has a german shepherd service dog with her. the. dog is sitting to the viewers right and has its tongue out, and is wearing a service dog vest. the woman is holding the leash to the dog in her right hand, and has her left hand on her hip. she is wearing pink slippers with a mauve gem on the top.

3. a black, bald, thin, nonbinary person with several facial piercings and earrings standing with their left arm lower than the right, slightly tilted backwards, arms hanging by their sides. they are wearing pink sandals, knee braces, a compression glove and elbow brace on their left arm, & have on blue shorts and a bright pink crop top that says 'FUCK ABLEISTS' (peep that underboob 👀 [side eye emoji]).

4. a chubby south asian woman with white hair and a green striped cane wearing a pale green button up shirt with shoulder pads, dark green corduroy pants, and brown loafers. her posture is tilted a bit from scoliosis.

5. a thin east asian man with a facial deformity that affects his nose and makes his left eye lower than the right. he has wavy pink har that is long on top and short on the sides. he is wearing a white cropped tank top with lace at the neck-line, and loose, flowy green pants. his shoes are white with pink detailing. he is turned so his body faces the viewer's right side, but is looking at the camera with his hands in his pockets.

6. a curvy latine autistic person holding a yellow AAC/speech tablet in front of their chest. they have very long light blue curly hair and freckles, and are smiling with their eyes closed. they are wearing dark blue headphones, a yellow short sleeve shirt, a dark blue romper with bows on the shoulders, and yellow sandals.

7. a curvy disabled bed-bound native american person lying in bed on their side facing the viewer and smiling. they have their left arm folded under their head, & their right arm laying next to heir face. the bed is dark brown with blue and white patterned sheets and a fuzzy purple blanket draped over the person and a corner is touching the ground. the person has tan skin and shaved brown hair.

8. a thin black woman with vitiligo, and wavy lime green hair with baby hairs, smiling in a wheelchair with lime green wheels. she is tilting the wheelchair back in a wheelie position. she is wearing a high-neck, sleeveless, black top with a boob window; light blue skinny jeans; tall, black lace-up boots; and dangly earrings.

9. an east asian man who has dwarfism. he is standing with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand up in a peace sign. he has square glasses and long, blonde, curly hair. he is wearing a black turtle neck, orange pants, and black booties.

10. a tall, curvy, white woman with forearm crutches. she is holding the crutch to her right normally, & is resting her left elbow and knee on the left crutch. her hair is shaved and brown on the right side of her head, and on the left side she has lair down to her chest colored in a rainbow pattern. she is wearing a dress that is pale pink with a pale yellow confetti pattern, pale yellow converse, and blue socks.

11. a drawing of a chubby, blind, south asian man. he has short, flowy, gray hair, black sunglasses, black stud earrings, a green sweater, a long black skirt, brown shoes, a gold key necklace, and a white cane. he has his right hand in front of him holding the cane, and his left hand by his side.

12. a fat black person sitting on the ground. their right elbow is resting on their right knee. their left leg is tucked in front of them on the ground, and their left hand is supporting them. they have short pink locs with the sides of their head shaved. they have a cleft lip scar and some moles on their face. they are wearing a black bra with a sheer long sleeve shirt over it, green shorts, and pink booties.

13. a drawing of a chubby latine man with an afro, mustache, and beard standing with his right arm behind his head. his left arm is holding up the end of a red dress with a deep v-neck to reveal his left leg is a prosthetic. he has chest, armpit, and leg hair, and is wearing gold jewelry and black flats.

14. a drawing of a disabled, curvy middle eastern woman with a feeding tube going from her nose to a bag on a pole. she is wearing a green shirt with a foliage pattern, tan shorts, and black combat boots with purple socks. her hair is also purple, and she has several earrings.

15. a drawing of a chubby native american man on a light blue background. he is using a blue rollator and waving. he is wearing a pink striped vest and vibrant green bell bottoms with pink flowers. his hair is long and blue, and he has three tattoo lines on his chin.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Chapter 3.

Note: follow up to chapter 2.

Warnings: fluff! mention of smoking, hints of anxiety and feeling lonely.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met up with Sihtric for the afterparty, and you got all stuck in your own head.

wordcount: 3,4k

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'I only have eyes for you, trust me.'

During the days that led up to the last show of their tour, you and Sihtric stayed in touch, like you had done ever since you met again, almost two weeks ago.

The afterparty you had been invited to would probably last til about 5 in the morning, Sihtric told you, and you just hoped you could make it through the night, until you could catch the first train back home in the morning. Sihtric said you could bring your friend, Gisela, to the afterparty too. But to her horror, she wasn't in the country that day, and had no way of going with you. And so you had to go alone while she was devastated. Not that you minded going alone, you were confident enough by yourself, but you could've used some support while facing the man of your dreams again.

And naturally, your hands were shaking when you walked out of the train station, late at night, while messaging Sihtric that you were on your way to the venue.

You: I'm almost there…

Sihtric: can't wait x I'm having a smoke outside at the backstage entrance. You remember where it is?

You: yeah you only told me like 10 times x

You chuckled when you read his reply.

Sihtric: alright alright, just checking, lady ;)

Whilst shaking in your black platform boots, you walked through an almost empty street, adjusting your outfit; simple black skinny jeans and a black tank top, while a green and black coloured flannel kept you warm as you roamed the street on this chilly night.

Apart from a few fans, the street where the venue was located was rather quiet. You made your way around the corner, to the backstage entrance, and right away you saw Sihtric; looking down at his phone, taking a long drag from his cigarette while he leaned back against the door. His recently washed hair was tied back in a bun, and he still had that well kept goatee you loved so much, the sight of it shot a pleasant heat through your entire body. He was wearing a plain black shirt and black, slim fitting cargo sweatpants, which were, as per usual, tucked into his Doctor Martens boots. When Sihtric looked up and exhaled the smoke he had just inhaled, his eyes immediately found you, and a beaming smile appeared on his face. He flicked his cigarette away and walked up to you. A chuckle escaped him as he bit down on his lip, and he immediately pulled you in for a hug once you were in arms reach. Without thinking, you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned in, and he snuck his arms around your waist, underneath your flannel. He quickly kissed your cheek and held you tightly pressed against his muscular chest, wrapped in his strong arms.

'Hey, baby girl,' Sihtric spoke softly in your ear, 'it's so good to see you again.'

'Hey,' your giggle sounded muffled against his chest, 'it's good to see you too.'

'How are you? How was your day?' he asked while pulling away, keeping his arms circled around your waist.

'Tired,' you pouted, 'work was rough. But happy to be here of course. Happy to see you.'

'Yeah? Awh,' he smiled sweetly, 'glad you made it, love,' he said, looking you up and down.

'But how are you? How was the show?' you asked while Sihtric was quick to reach for a pack of gum in his pocket.

'All good,' Sihtric said, chewing the mint flavoured gum while his hands lightly stroked your sides, 'everything went pretty smooth. This tour was just a bit of warm up, really. But that's all I can tell you for now,' he winked with a cheeky grin.

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment, then Sihtric chuckled again and hummed softly, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek, leaning in closer.

'You look beautiful,' he said, drawing his lower lip between his teeth as he gave you a cheeky half-smile.

'You're looking handsome yourself,' you smiled, hands placed on his broad chest as he just wouldn't let go of you.

Sihtric thanked you and leaned in even closer, his lips brushing lightly over yours while you both smiled. Tingles spread through your entire body as his warm hand held your cheek, and his hot, minty smelling breath tickled your lips. You were absolutely oblivious to your surroundings, completely captivated by his eyes, his touch, his smile and his pleasant smell. And just when you thought he was going to kiss you, Sihtric suddenly pulled away with a deep sigh. You snapped out of your dazed state and then realised a few young fans had recognised the bass player who had his arms around you, and they were trying to gather the courage to walk up to him. Sihtric had noticed them already while he was waiting for you, but thought the teenagers wouldn't gather the courage anyway. He desperately wanted to kiss you as soon as he saw you, but he knew better than to kiss someone out in the open, as a sneakily taken video was only two screen taps away, and he didn't want to cause you any more trouble than he had already done when he decided to follow your instagram. And just when he was barely able to resist you anymore, his lips touching yours while you closed your eyes, anticipating him, he glanced towards the young fans and saw they hesitantly walked over from across the street.

Sihtric wasn't an asshole, but he also wasn't in the mood to pay attention to anyone that wasn't you right now. He just desperately wanted to kiss you, or at least have you completely alone for a minute or two. So he pulled his backstage pass out of his pocket, swiftly scanned it to unlock the door which he then held open for you, and he quickly followed you into the dimly lit, empty hallway. Sihtric closed the door while you turned to face him, not knowing where to go as the venue was completely strange to you. But instead of guiding the way, he pulled you close again and took your face in his rough yet gentle hands, leaning in while he towered over you, and he pressed his warm lips onto yours, softly, as if asking permission for more. And when you finally grasped what was happening, you managed to kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his waist.

You couldn't actually believe you were kissing the guy you had a crush on ever since you first met him, all those years ago, so without thinking, or really having any other option, you surrendered to him entirely. And when Sihtric broke the soft kiss which had turned firm, you almost whined at the loss, but his lips didn't stray far, in fact, they were still touching yours lightly as he spoke.

'You mind a little tongue?' he whispered, smiling against your lips.

'I don't mind,' you breathed, and a nervous giggle slipped out, to your embarrassment.

Sihtric chuckled and stepped back, took out the gum he was chewing on and threw it in a trash can. And before you knew it, his rough hands gently took your face again, and he kissed you tenderly once more, then slowly made you part your lips along with his. He carefully explored your lips with his tongue for a moment, before he hummed as if satisfied, and eagerly deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth with ease, desperately wanting to feel and taste all of you as much as he could. You felt his hand move up to the back of your neck while his other hand trailed down to your waist, and your hands were simply still frozen on his waist, but your fingers had intensely curled around his shirt. You were lightheaded, filled with lust and nerves at the same time. The feeling of kissing Sihtric was overwhelming, yet it was also a feeling you never wanted to lose, a feeling you would forever want to chase. And when you both needed air, you unwillingly broke the kiss at the same time, breathing heavy onto each other's lips while refusing to pull away further.

'You good with this, hm?' Sihtric breathed, his hoarse voice tensing up your lower abdomen instantly.

'Y-yeah,' you sighed, then buried your face in his chest as you couldn't stop yourself from giggling like a teenager.

You felt Sihtric's hand on the back of your head, gently keeping you pressed against his chest and he lightly swayed his body while holding you, understanding you needed a moment. When you softly hummed, he took your chin and guided your lips back to his, as he leaned back against the door. You have no idea how long you kissed there, right at the entrance, but it didn't feel as if you got enough of him once he pulled away.

'I think we should head to the party,' Sihtric chuckled, 'or I'll get shit for not showing up.'

He looked down at you and slowly traced your lips with his rough thumb. 'Stay by my side?' he asked, almost pleading.

'Well, yeah,' you chuckled, 'I'm here because of you. I don't know anyone else here, really.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'then I won't have to worry that you wander off.' He grinned.

'As if,' you rolled your eyes and smiled, 'but, eh, can I put my flannel somewhere? It's quite warm here already.'

'Yeah, of course,' he said, 'anything valuable in there? Because then you should just put it in my dressing room. I don't know most of the people at these parties either, I keep my stuff away from the party really.'

'Oh, yeah, okay,' you nodded, 'my keys and such are in there so, yeah.'

Sihtric took your hand and led you down some stairs, to his dressing room. He took your flannel off your shoulders, threw it on the couch, and deliberately brushed his hands over your bare arms as he ushered you out of the room again. Then he wrapped his arm around your waist and finally led the way to the afterparty, which was at the end of the hallway you had shared your first kiss at. He walked you down some other stairs and opened the door to a large, dimly lit room. The room was quite warm and busy, the music loud, but not painfully loud, and you were immediately greeted by a faint smell of weed as you walked in.

Sihtric offered you a drink and you nervously sipped from your glass once he handed it to you. You could feel his eyes on you when you scanned the room, spotting the other band members, who were all each surrounded by at least a dozen girls, and you grimaced but then snorted.

'Yeah, don't ask,' Sihtric's lips grazed your ear as he spoke to you, and his arm found its way back around your waist again, 'they always got a bunch of ladies hanging around them. They love it.'

'And you?' you asked, still needing the reassurance you weren't going to be replaced as soon as some other lady walked up to him.

Sihtric shook his head and leaned in again.

'I only have eyes for you, trust me,' he smiled when he looked down at you, squeezing your shoulder.

You felt flattered and completely flushed. Slowly but surely everything was dawning on you. Where you were and with who you were, and you decided to try and just let it all happen. You desperately tried to get out of your own head while Sihtric kept hugging you and stole kisses whenever he could. And he murmured in your ear when he wasn't pecking your cheek or nuzzling your neck.

'I'm so glad you're here,' he murmured, 'haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met last time. Can't get you out of my head.'

But it all suddenly became overwhelming when a few girls walked up to Sihtric. He wanted to ignore them, but knew it would be rude of him to do so, and then reluctantly took his eyes off you. You took a step back, but Sihtric kept his arm around you.

'Will you sign my boobs?' one of the fans asked with a grin.

You wondered what Sihtric would do, and within a split second you imagined how you would feel if he would say yes. Would you be okay with that? Not really… but, you had no right to complain either. You weren't dating. You don't even know if you could consider yourself friends. What exactly were you to him, you suddenly wondered, and it only made you feel more overwhelmed and insecure. And you suddenly felt going to the party might have been a mistake, you would probably get your silly little heart broken by this guy.

'Nah,' Sihtric replied to the fan, 'but I'll sign your arm or shirt, if you want?'

The small group of girls eagerly accepted his offer. Sihtric looked at you, conflicted, and brought his lips to your ear again.

'One sec, okay?' he said, 'I'm sorry, I'd rather have you all alone now, instead of all this.'

Sihtric grabbed a marker of the table next to you and pulled off its cap with his teeth, not wanting to let go of you, and he carefully, but quickly signed all their shirts. Apparently there was a rule to not ask for any pictures at the party so, after his signature, the fans politely thanked him. They tried to flirt with him for a moment, completely ignoring your presence next to him, but when it became clear to them that Sihtric wasn't interested, the girls turned to the other members.

In the meantime you felt rather dizzy. You were tired and overwhelmed, and in truth, all you wanted was to go home, get in bed, and sleep. Maybe even cry, actually. And Sihtric suddenly saw your teared up eyes and blank expression when he brought his eyes back on you.

'Hey,' he said, concerned, pulling you closer and towards an empty corner, 'what's wrong? You okay, babe?'

'Yeah, I'm just… tired, I guess,' you said, 'I feel a little dizzy. I think I need some air.'

You swallowed hard and stepped away, pushing to open the heavy door, and Sihtric was fast to help you as you struggled. Without asking, or saying another word, he took your hand and walked you out of the crowded, warm and loud room, into the cool air of the dimly lit hallway. You inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply, eyes closed as you leaned back against the wall, which felt cold against your back. A welcoming feeling, you thought. Sihtric towered over you as he placed one hand on the wall right next to your shoulder, and he carefully took your chin with his fingertips.

'What happened, love?' he asked, a worried look painted his face.

'I think I'm just tired and overwhelmed. I'm really sorry,' you said quietly.

'There's nothing to say sorry for,' Sihtric smiled softly and caressed your cheek with his thumb, 'come,' he guided you with him, back to his dressing room, where he sat you down and handed you a bottle of water.

He sat down next to you on the black, leather couch, his arm around you as it rested on the couch's pillows, and he scooted closer.

'Can I get you something? Anything? Some food maybe?' Sihtric asked, his voice calm and low, 'or do you wish to go home, love?'

'No, thank you,' you smiled weakly, 'sorry if I ruined your night. You can go back, I'll… find my way out,' you shrugged, 'I can call a friend who lives here, it's no problem.'

'I don't know what you're talking about,' he said, carefully monitoring you, 'if anything,' he chuckled, 'I'm glad I had a valid reason to leave that party. But if you think I'm letting you head out on the streets on your own right now, you're wrong.'

You smiled at him, simply being speechless because of everything.

'Wait,' Sihtric scoffed, 'you came here by train. What time is your last train even?'

You glanced at the time and saw almost two hours had passed since you arrived in the city.

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'there is no more last train. The next train is in about three hours. I hoped I could linger around at the party long enough to catch that train back home,' you smiled sheepishly.

'At four in the morning?' Sihtric frowned, 'what… why… hold on,' he said, 'you thought you could stay up all night, here, partying, and then take the train back?'

'Yeah, I was a little too enthusiastic, I guess,' you admitted.

'Sweetheart,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you... clearly you won't last another ten minutes here-'

'I know. But like I said, I can call a friend, I'm sure they're still awake. I can grab a cab or something, don't worry about it.'

'Where does your friend live?'

You reluctantly told Sihtric your friend lived at the other side of town, in a rather dodgy neighbourhood.

'Oh, no, absolutely not,' Sihtric said, his voice firm but still polite, 'look,' he exhaled sharply, 'just… just come with me, to my hotel. Stay the night, I'll get you home tomorrow.'

'Sihtric, wh- I mean,' you stammered, 'I- I… I appreciate that, but, I don't know,' you looked down at your feet and mumbled, 'I don't think that's a good idea.'

'What makes you think that?' he asked quietly, studying you as you carefully seemed to pick your next words.

You already embarrassed yourself today, you thought, so you might as well make it worse and ruin whatever it is that you had going with Sihtric. It would be for the best, probably, to just get this over with before you got too attached.

'Look,' you finally spoke up, 'obviously, I like you,' you blurted out, 'but I don't… I don't want to spend a night with you and possibly fall even more for you, only to be just… played.'

'Played?' Sihtric asked and sat back, confused and perhaps even slightly offended, 'you think I'm asking you to come to my room because I want to fuck you?' he stared at you and licked his lips, 'listen,' he leaned in again, 'you think I stayed in touch with you just for laughs? To play you? Really?'

'I don't know,' you said softly, 'I don't even know what this is,' you gestured to him, 'I don't know what you want or expect from me. You seem to like… like flirt with me, invite me here, make out with me and all that, and now you ask me to stay over. But I just…' you threw your hands up.

'No, no, listen to me, babe,' Sihtric cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes, 'this life,' he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper, 'my life, is really fucking lonely.'

He averted his suddenly vulnerable looking eyes.

'It's really hard to make friends or keep the friends I already have. You and I… we just vibe somehow,' he looked back at you with soft eyes. 'I like your company. I like our conversations and I like your energy. I like you,' he smiled sweetly, 'and I'm not simply looking to fuck. I mean, hey, I gladly will, lady,' he chuckled, 'but I just want to get to know you. And clearly, you need to get to know me too. I like you, I really do. But I don't want to rush anything either, so maybe I wasn't direct enough when I invited you here. We can do everything at your pace, I promise. I'm only asking you to come with me because, in truth, it is the safest option for you to spend the night in this town. But also because I just… I feel so… gods, this is so fucking cheesy,' he shook his head, 'but I feel so happy when you're around, or when we just talk, even online. And I'm really sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I'm not looking for a one night stand, I actually thought I made that clear when we messaged, you know?'

You felt so many emotions going through at once, you felt rather lightheaded again. You could only stare up into his eyes while your hands were tightly wrapped around the water bottle.

'I swear I'm not playing you,' Sihtric whispered and cupped both your cheeks, 'I'm really not, baby. I promise I'm not messing with you. And I promise I'm not expecting you to sleep with me anytime soon, if you don't feel comfortable. But just… please, stay with me, baby?' he pleaded, 'just tonight. We're not going to do anything you don't want to do, I promise.'

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Embers

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Rating: +18, you have been warned. If you are a minor, leave now.

Word count: 4,385

Type: Smut

Characters: reader (AFAB), Sabo, Portgas D. Ace, Luffy, Garp, Eustass Kid (mentioned), Crocodile (mentioned), Marco (mentioned)

Trigger warnings/content: Sex, first time, some talk of gay sex, swearing, babygirl nickname

Notes: Sabo, Ace and Luffy are not actual related brothers, but they are super close friends. Garp is essentially a guardian of these three. Crocodile is an antagonist in ONE PIECE, and Marco is actually a crewmember of Ace's. Thought it would be interesting to put some familiar names in the anime into here. Eustass Kid is just another pirate in ONE PIECE. Just another detail. Sorry its so long!

The rustling of trees, the cracked open window letting in the night breeze, the young blond man climbed down finally as his toes touched the cracked pavement. His scar over his right eye couldn't cover his twinkling happy eyes. Tight black washed out skinny jeans with a hole over his right knee, with his ankle high combat boots to offset his loose white t-shirt. There was something so tantalizing at the sight of such a rebellious boy, waving outside the window. Small droplets of rain starting to fall and make his labrador hair cling to his cheeks. He was the cute one, of course, though it was a secret from one of his brothers, the other brother knew. Waving at the cute figure in the window, he knew that this worked. His charm is what he read in novels, and this was the only time he put this little show on. She waved back, which made him grin ear-to-ear, as he felt the cold drops fall on his hot cheeks. Keeping eye contact as he started to run in the rain, right where he needed to go. The sight of the female in the window disappeared behind a tree he ran past, as the sky turned a dark ash, rain pouring above from the sky. There was a slight buzz coming from his pocket; a new message most likely. Whisking out his small phone, and letting the blue light hit his eyes, he saw the simple message.

[5:48PM Come back, I miss you already.]

Zig-zagging through the nearest park to reach a huge tree that had a rope hanging off a branch, and above that, a tree house with a small emanating orange glow. That could only mean one thing, someone was already at the hideout. The blond grasped the rope, trying to get a tight grip, as someone above must have heard his footsteps approach, opening the hatch on the floor of the tree house to pull him in.

“Hey yo Sabo!” The brother with a loose tank chuckled, raising his eyebrow. Sabo crawled up and closed the hatch, placing the small rug on top of it so no one would trip over the hinges. Wrinkling his nose and leaning back against a small box, as Sabo started to peel off his shirt to wring it out the window. “Dude, so did you finally get to fuck her or something? I’ve been waiting here, ya know?” Shaking his head, the scar on his face shined a little bit brighter, as if it was doing all the talking.

“Ace, you can’t just ask something like that,” Sabo shook his head to get as much of the water droplets off his locks. “Besides, we only got to step one,” smirking from ear-to-ear, his ears turning a slight pink as it peeked out from the yellow wet strands. “I’m not like you that goes to phase, what, eight and just goes straight into fucking.” Ace merely put his hands up in the air to shrug, defeated almost by the truth.

“Hey man, sorry that I got game. Besides, I know how she is. A tender soft ember really,” Ace cocking his neck back and forth to stretch out his neck muscles. “I have no idea how to woo a lady, honestly,” reaching behind him to grab the pillow he was leaning on to nearly throw at Sabo. Sabo reached to grab a pillow near him, defending himself, only for Ace to grasp the pillow and hug it into his lithe. “So, what happened? Unless you did fuck after god knows how many months of you dating, then good-”

“We didn’t!” Throwing the pillow straight towards his slightly younger brother’s face. There was only a chuckle muffled by a pillow. Sabo didn’t want to acknowledge Ace’s game, especially with how frequent Ace goes on one-night-stands. College was over for both of them, and it was just summer time as they kind of caused mischief all around the city. “What’s it to you anyway? You aren’t interested in women.”

“You know me too well!” The freckled boy sat up straight smiling. “That’s because I fucked him, and still had enough time to come here and wait for your slow ass.” It was kind of ridiculous how many men Ace roped in though. His smile was charming, and it made anyone swoon for him. The main perk, however, was his body that even he was envious of. Sun-kissed skin from the Gods, abs that pulsed when he breathed, his shoulders and collar decorated in small galaxies of freckles, with his fine raven locks flowing behind him when he rode the waves on his surfboard. “My date went well, of course, he had to beg me to let him enter me. I am just too good bro. Can’t complain about that Crocodile.” Sabo pouted as he took off each boot and placed it beside him. There was no way that such a wild-cannon of a man was capable of getting this many dates.

“I bet you any money you paid him to have sex with you,” trying to rile up the fire child himself. Ace nearly stood up, cracking his knuckles.

“Oh you wanna bet on that scar face?” Sabo quickly grabbed his metal pipe that was leaned up against the table as he stood ready.

“Oi! What are you guys talking about?” Both their heads turn to see their youngest brother, his shit-eating grin with his little straw hat staying right near the back of his neck, as the small string kept it anchored around his neck, his red little vest hugging his small frame with his navy blue shorts soaked from the rain. “Fight? Are we fighting now?” Sabo and Ace blinked, looking at each other, then at the young boy in the window.

“Luffy?!” Both of them nearly screamed as the youngest flopped into the tree house. His sandals slipped off his feet as he laughed on the floor. “How did you even get up here?” Ace pointed, as he stood over the rug. The boy in red chuckled his typical joyous laugh and lied on the floor.

“I climbed!”

“With what?”

“My arms!” The older two brothers sigh, but it was nothing too surprising. If Sabo thought Ace was the most loose-cannon, Luffy, the youngest, was definitely the most reckless and unpredictable. Always the one getting them in trouble with their guardian, Garp, was always the way of life with Luffy.

“Of fucking course, you did, buddy,” Ace smiled then plopped right back on the floor. “How did summer school go today?” The smiles disappeared immediately, replaced with an angry frown. Sabo already knew what was coming but wanted to hear the normal lore of summer school anyway.

“Ah! Fuck school! It’s so damn boring!” Kicking his legs around to emphasize his frustration. Ace only could laugh, trying not to laugh at the youngest’s pain but it was the same issue everyday.

“Wow, that’s new. No fight-”

“But, I fought with Eustass again. Freaking picking on me and shit, whooped his damn ass that loser” pouting towards the end. There was a groan from the fireboy, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Again Luffy? You know Garp is going to beat your ass when he finds out,” his hand covering his face in secondhand embarrassment. They all knew what was going to happen if Garp were to find out how rebellious the young teens were being at this point in life. Sabo was always doing fine on his tests, and he studied well. There were just some rules that were just straight up stupid. Such as chewing gum in school, or playing cards, or heck, wearing his hat; that may or may not obscure everyone’s view of the blackboard in the front of the class. So of course he is going to draw some questionable things on each and every blackboard, something funny that the teachers don’t approve of. He was called the “Revolutionary Army” for a reason. Then there was Ace, who nearly got away with everything he did, well, nearly. Never studying, skipping class, putting his boots up on his desk as the teacher scolds him to put his feet down. Of course, he didn’t care, because even after class, he would have some other guy being bent over the same desk, letting him teach the lesson on that table. He relished in that thought, so of course it was his desk. Then there was Luffy, the one that just struggled to understand his lessons, and that school is not where you fight. Even his friends would let him know.

“Gah! Who cares! I am done with summer school. I wanna hang out with you guys before college starts for you all!” Ace smiled in approval, encouraging his little brother’s behavior of ditching. Sabo would be lying if he was going to say he didn’t approve of his sibling’s actions, but then again, he was no better. “So what are you talking about?”

“Men”

“Women”

Luffy stared at the both of them, confused. “Huh? That you wanna fight? Cause these fists are rated E for everyone!”

“No bruv, we mean for fuck-” Ace stopped short as Sabo interupted Ace from potentially furthering the rebelliousness of Luffy.

“What he means is someone you love,” Sabo glaring at Ace. Luffy was still three years younger than the two of them; Sabo only being 3 months older than Ace and always holding it above him during small banters, he still wanted Ace to at least be a pure boy. Afterall, his so-called “Strawhat Crew” already had a pervert or two…or more so they could tell him when he was ready. “But I just am not getting anywhere with this person,” the blond rolled his eyes. The process was so slow. The perfect gal in his eyes. Of course he only kissed her forehead when he snuck into her apartment and gave her his number on a small post-it note. He thought she was much more wild, as this girl was much more talkative from what it seemed at school; or maybe it's because she was with friends. Regardless, he was infatuated. She always stood up in math class to do math in a different way than what the teachers taught. Always going to the extreme end in class to prove that there are multiple ways of doing things, leaving the teachers flustered and scolding her to “do it our way, because that is what the whole lesson is asking for.”

“Ace, you have a lover?” Luffy scratched his head. “Is that why you always smell so nice every time you leave that hug from those guys you try to bring to the house.”

“You WHAT?!” Grabbing his pipe again, there was no way Ace was trying to bring his little toys here, it was a sacred ground.

“Woah woah woah, easy there. He means our house, not our small getaway up here,” Ace putting his hands up to signal he was unarmed, innocent, and definitely telling the truth. “B-besides Luffy, those are just a one-time friend that I might bring around. Maybe twice, so don’t worry bruv.” The smallest pondered and just smiled, winking at Ace and giving him a thumbs up.

“Oh! I see! So THAT is why in your room you two were hugging against the wall and you were saying his name. Close friends!” There was no freaking way, Ace left his damn door unlocked, again. The first time was when he, himself, walked in on his older tutor, Marco just ramming into Ace on the bed. Feral, moaning and groaning. All Sabo wanted to do was beat both of them up, but Ace pleaded and begged not for his brother to rat him out to Garp. Which is when Sabo confirmed Ace was not straight, despite all the small jokes that Ace would just drop randomly around him. Now, it was poor Luffy seeing god-knows-who screwing around in the forbidden love chamber.

“A.C.E-” Ace was sweating now, shaking a little as his smile trembled as he tried to talk, well, straight.

“Listen! Technically, Luffy has the key to my room so it’s not really my fault, ya know?” He was right though, if he locked his door, then of course if Luffy unlocked it to ask for something, he wouldn’t make a peep if he saw his brother preoccupied. Luffy knows firsthand that any friend that needs a small hug or bonding needs some space. “Anyway,” Ace’s freckles moved as he coughed to clear the air. “I think you should go back there tonight. I saw the look on her face when-”

“You are also stalking me now, you twink?!” There was no way in hell Ace was this insanely good. If only Sabo had the strength to beat his ass for everything that happened. “There is no way in hell, if you think I am just going to dive in and just show her what I want.” The “revolutionist” had his mind clouded like the current weather. This person was tender, soft, and allowed him to even get as close as he did.

“Why don’t you go slow and see what she does? React when she does something?” All heads turn to the highschool student who is just picking at the small carpet hairs that are loose, seeing how many he could find. “I mean, you are smart Sabo. Smarter than all of us. I think you’ll figure it out.” For once, though Luffy is not dumb by any means, he is just a little sheltered and very pure. “Why are you guys looking at me?” Ace laughed a little then nodded.

“For once I have to agree with our little brother here. You are the most level-headed, but…” his face getting closer to Sabo. His scar twitched as the tan boy got close to his ear and whispered, “I had a little bird tell me she is not as innocent minded as you think. Take it from me.” There it was. He could feel his own face feel hot, his legs still wet from his skinny jeans he refused to pluck off. It was getting dark outside, and if he didn’t leave now, he wouldn’t have the chance since he has to help out with his little click in about two or three days, going on a small trip to just cause a little chaos with the cops this time. Snatching his things, he pulls the carpet off the hatch, which nearly sends poor Luffy flying as he was still pulling the loose hairs out of the darn thing. The wood scraped against each other, the hole opened right near his toes as he gave a quick thumbs up to his brothers, signaling that he was going to move, along with the unspoken code of;

“Yeah we won’t tell Garp!”

“We will let Garp know you’ll be home late!”

Which was shortly followed by a quick slap behind the youngest’s head. Luffy was a funny one, but he was right. The rain was still coming down, but it didn’t matter, the smell of fresh rain was enticing from what he read in books. Running out of the park and back to the dark backyard. Seeing the missing spots of moss that were on the bricks where he had already climbed before, up the wall and lifting up the window in one swift movement as it closed all the way as it were. The room was lit, but with a single candle. There was but not a single sound, but just a pair of eyes that just greeted him in both awe and horror. Whoops, forgot to let her know he thought. She sat leaning against her bed frame on the floor, book in hand, gawking at the wet footsteps that were leading right up to her, where he previously walked, and now again, ending at the same finish line as he did earlier today. Though Sabo is not as buff as Ace, he was definitely not scrawny neither, better yet, he was taller than him.

“I am back at your calling,” kneeling on his exposed knee, his hand cupping her jaw. His hands were still wet, but his musk, fresh cut grass, and the smell of rain wafted in the air. She closed her eyes, he waited as her lips slightly parted, her head turning as he met his lips with hers. Pulling away to see her reaction.

“Was not expecting you so late,” her words were soft with nature’s song pitter-patter the foggy glass. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck, her head leaning up to kiss him again, this time eager for more. This is what she had been waiting for, for months. He didn’t realize how much she waited and waited for a simple kiss, scared that it would go too far. He did, however, know because whenever his face did get close to hers, he would always go past and whisper in her ear, or pluck off a loose strand of hair off her clothes or shoulder. Her response was always hitting him lightly on the shoulder, always playing it off as “a missed opportunity to kiss a fellow rebel of the school.” He was always good at reading body language, especially with how he could feel her heat radiating off of her and onto him. Her breathing, her pulse was rippling through him as their lips locked in place. Soft tender kisses only fueled this little ember her flames, as she started to pull away to place kisses on his jaw, to turn back to pay attention to his lips. Sabo turned his body, glancing a little to make sure he was in the correct position to lift her up bridal style and as softly as possible place her on the bed. Y/N clinging onto Sabo with trust, but not harshly. His body started to lean forward as they still kissed, clearly past the kissing mark that he only intended on doing today to further tease her. Y/N’s need was further shown as she let go, but grabbed onto his collar with one hand, nearly toppling on top of her frame, right knee in between her thighs. His eyes darted around to make sure there were no accidental touches on her body, elbow propping hims up so it was the perfect height to look at her alluring eyes. Her eyes shined his reflection back at him, he could see his own excitement within her pupils. Leaning down, his lips hovered above hers, trying to be tender to ease her excitement just a tad. Sabo knew it was slow, especially when her other hand was running through his hair and grasping it to push him deeper into the kiss. His one arm propping him up on the bed, his left hand snaked up under Y/N’s black shirt and onto her hip, rubbing small circles and giving a gentle squeeze to let his cold wet hands get warmed up by this cute little “ember” of his. Her body tensed, but his hand went up to feel the softness of her waist, gently kneading it between his palm and thumb to get a signal if she was ready. Small mewls trickled out of her lips and onto his tongue. To pull away slightly to give a little distance, but their noses touch, as his right hand crept up to place a finger over her lips, his elbow sliding up near her shoulder to hush her a little.

“This is a girl’s only dorm, right? We can’t get you kicked out of the dorm before college starts, right baby girl?” Her body rippled with a few shakes, he could tell she was excited, but it was well past the time to be loud, to be Ace loud anyway. “Good job,” his mouth went back, but this time, his tongue explored her mouth to get to know her small little world. The hand on the waist crept up onto her peak that was covered by her bra, gently squeezing it to only feel her tongue jolt from the pleasure. Sabo was finally grateful towards highschool for making them read books that are “classics”, but really they were erotica if they really thought long and hard about it. The shifting on the bed made him pause to look down, her fingers had pushed down her pajama pants and underwear past her core, but just below it to test the waters. Gently, the hand on her valley, went to her sea, wet so that his fingers could take a deep plunge. He was ready to play the long game, unlike his brother and he knew it would mean more in the end anyway. Hand cupping her waters, his fingers dipped in, her moan almost fully out but her hand covering her swollen lips. Only one finger, all the way until his knuckle was still poking out. Curling his fingers so softly, to see where that sweet treasure was underneath it all, when her knees bent together to grab at his leg. There it was, as he pulled out his finger, he inserted his middle finger, doing the same, but he could tell Y/N was on the brink of cumming. Her walls were shaking, pulsating, hugging his fingers as if calling them to go deeper and to stay.

“S…Sabo,” her voice trembled. Dragging out his fingers, she could feel the fingers leave, almost whining at the lack of presence within her. Those skilled fingers, digging into his wallet to grab a condom that Ace had always preached would be of good use, which was a blessing and a curse. Tearing the condom and letting Y/N catch a breath, standing up just to pry off his pants to his ankles, kicking his combat boots that he never even bothered tying up again when he left the treehouse to the side with his pants off, but his boxers still on. Sabo adjusted himself, leaning again, close to Y/N’s face, whispering in her ear so quietly, that the rain almost was interrupting their lesson.

“Oh baby, just don’t be too tense for me, I don’t want it to hurt for you love,” his voice cooing in her ear made her dripping pussy shake as if it heard it all. Gently pushing his boxers down, and rolling on the condom on his throbbing cock, he rubbed it against her lower lips. His body eclipsing hers, as he slowly welcomed the warmth around him.

“Ah!” Her mouth parted, but he was too slow groaning himself. This is what Ace was all crazy about, and he understood. Back in the original position he was in, he started to kiss her lips to quiet her down, pushing his length as deep as it would go, her throat swallowing to try and stop her sinful moans.

“I’m going to move now, does it hurt?” Words like feathers tickled her ears as she shook her head, tears slowly creeping up in her eyes. Ah, so it is her first time too. “It’s okay baby girl, I’ll go slow”. His hips went slow, making sure she could adjust to a little movement, her small voice nearly being swallowed by his long kisses. Until after a few moments, they stopped making out entirely. Sabo’s hair touched the bed as his pants were breathed onto her ear, her teeth biting on his shoulder to try to muffle the pleasure, but it was too late. The sound of skin slapping each other, his balls hitting her thighs, his hands gripping the sheets around their bodies as her hands scratched little trails on his back. “Fuck, I am cumming baby,” his hips snapping in precision to hit that one sweet spot of hers. Her teeth sunk in as her legs wrapped around his body, a wave going through her body, as it calmed as he rode out her wave. Groaning deep as he released his seed in the wrapper. Both huffing and puffing as his body collapsed beside her, looking at the sheets with droplets of red beneath her body. Lifting her body up and onto her study chair, he switched out the bed sheets with new light blue sheets, lying her down on top without even trying to put the top sheet properly on the bed. Climbing bed to wrap his lean arms around her, planting a kiss on her forehead, smiling.

“Love you Sabo,” her soft voice returned to normal as she pecked Sabo’s neck. Stroking her dry locks, he pulled her close into his chest, as his eyes drifted off into sleep.

He woke up a lot earlier, because he didn’t want to get chewed out, as he saw Y/N sleeping quietly as the sheets moved up and down to her breathing patterns. Tossing the old sheets in the hamper, he put on his still damp clothes, tying his boots finally and opened the window. “Hm? Sabo?” Sabo turned his head only to see Y/N sleeping, her body curled up hugging the pillow replacing his body. A smile creeping onto his lips as if he saw something he could tease her about later, his feet dangling as he hopped out the building. The window shutting as he landed. There was no silhouette this time, but he knew he would see that figure again one day. Whipping out his phone he saw he missed seven calls and had a bunch of text messages.

[10:12PM Gah! Sorry! - Little Luffy]

[10:09PM Get your ass back here! Blame Luffy for this shit. Now I am in trouble - Hothead Ace]

Only to see one message at the very bottom saying words that prompted Sabo to maybe sleep in the treehouse that night.

[9:58PM You better get your ass back here brat!! Breaking curfew and chasing girls is NOT what you should be doing. Be back here by 10:15PM or else I’m beating your ass - Angry Carpy Garp]

Well, it was already 11:24PM, but it didn’t matter if he got caught in the tree house anyway, because he ignited a fire with himself. It was worth every beating he would get when he came back with a smile on his face.

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sharpth1ng · 1 year

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Scream Wardrobe HCs Pt. 1- Stu Macher

IDK if anyone will care about this but I've spent so much time thinking about wardrobe so here's some popular 90s clothes and brands I think Stu would have worn

One of those hypercolour shirts that change colour with different temperatures

He wears it to parties, it lets everyone know when he hooked up with someone (because brightly coloured handprints)

Also he can draw on himself when he's bored

2. Vans, Timberlands & hush puppies

this feels self explanatory

3. Those surprisingly short umbro soccer short

his legs are so skinny and he's so tall they only come to like halfway down his thigh

Billy loves hates them

3. Carhartt jeans

he just has a buch of different cuts and colours of these

he likes the extra pockets for snacks and swiss army knives and sharpies

4. Skate brands like spitefire and thrasher

Especially when he was younger, the dude looked like he stepped out of thrasher magazine, it was a bit much

he probably still has some of that stuff by late high school but definitely less

5. BUCKET. HAT.

Tatum bought this for him and he actually looks really cute in it

6. Just like, a bunch of Quicksilver

He got that fake surfer bro vibe

Are you kidding? This man has a Hawaiian shirt

7. One of those multicolour vertical stripe shirts

this one is Eddie Bauer but Tommy Hilfiger had stuff like this too

Tatum steals it and wears it tied up

8. The ridiculous joe boxers with the smiley face logo

he thinks he's hilarious

all of his underwear has some sort of atrocious print on it

Billy hates these full stop

help why are bill and hillary clinton in this actual underwear ad

Billy

Sidney

Randy

#I dont know why I did this #stu macher #scream headcanons #scream 1996 #stuilly #Stu machers wardrobe #scream wardrobe hcs

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anonymouspuzzler · 2 years

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WALK WALK FASHION BABY WORK IT MOVE THAT [dentist] CRAZY

(alt text/image IDs under the cut, plus one additional Evil Image if you're brave)

[Image 1-4 IDs: A collection of drawings of Loboto in alternate office; the first image shows all three together, then each subsequent image shows one in detail. From left to right, there is, first, a grumpy-looking Loboto sitting with his hands down in his lap, wearing a button-up with diamond-shaped bronze buttons, an untied green bow tie with yellow flowers, an ashy-brown apron tied at the waist, purple pinstriped dress pants, and heeled dark-brown boots. Second, a grinning Loboto in a crop-top white ringer tee with purple collar and sleeve hems, dark ashy-brown overalls with ripped knees, and heeled dark-brown boots; he is holding a brain in his gloved left hand, with lime-green goo dripping off of it. Third, Loboto from the side, kicking one leg back and grinning with a finger at his chin, wearing a bulky green turtleneck sweater with pink, yellow and blue stripes with the sleeves rolled up, over which is a long purple dress with a pattern of seaweed and fish along the bottom hem.]

[Image 5 ID: Loboto, with a neutral expression and one eyebrow raised, standing with his left hand on his hip. He is wearing a short brown overall dress with a frayed hem, over a baggy striped t-shirt, which is in turn over a tight dark-teal turtleneck seater, as well as black skinny jeans with torn knees. He is also wearing his heeled brown boots with the white buttoned-up wraps, and a necklace with a charm of a single molar.]

[Image 6 ID: Loboto and Oleander standing side-by-side, holding hands; Loboto is grinning and looking down at Oleander, who is blushing and looking off to the side with one hand on his hip. Loboto is wearing a pink beret with a tooth embroidered on it, a button-up teal t-shirt with a pink collar and a purple toothbrush pattern, a long light-blue spaghetti-strap dress over the t-shirt with a frilly bottom and a pattern of floss twirling around the entire dress, pink socks with a tooth pattern, and light-brown lace-up hiking boots. Oleander is wearing a rainbow high-collared jacket, olive-green shorts and baseball cap, and white socks with dark-brown sandals.]

[Image 7 ID: Loboto, left, and Oleander, right, sitting together. Loboto is propped up with his left hand and his legs in front of him, right leg bent so his right prosthetic arm rests on the knee, grinning widely. He is wearing a baggy t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder, with the bi flag colors along the hem, collar and sleeves, with the "VENEERS FOR ALL" image on the chest also framed with the bi flag colors. He is also wearing short purple exercise shorts with pink hems, white knee-high socks with stripes of the bi flag colors, black sandals, and has the bi flag tied around his shoulders like a cape. Oleander is sitting leaning back against him, propped up with his right arm, sipping at a drink through a curly straw held in his left hand. He is wearing sunglasses, a rainbow visor, an open rainbow jacket with the progress flag inlay colors (white, pink, light blue, black and brown) on the pockets and hem, a tight camo-pattern crop top, frayed jean shorts, and sandals. He has tan lines visible at his neck and knees, and chest hair peeking out of his crop top.]

[Image 8 ID: Six drawings of Oleander in various outfits, with three in the top row and three in the bottom row. From left to right in the top row: first, Oleander in light blue pinstriped overalls over his usual outfit. He has a welder's mask pushed up on top of his head and is stepping on a car muffler with one foot, sipping from an orange coffee mug with one hand, the other on his hip. Second, Oleander in a reddish-brown varsity jacket over a white tank top, with cuffed khaki pants and a belt and white tennis shoes. He is wearing aviator sunglasses that he is lifting up with a grin, the other hand in a fist on his hip. Third, Oleander in a dark-blue "All Paul Cruise" tank top with orange collar and sleeve hems, blue jeans, reddish-grey boots closed with straps, matching fingerless gloves, and a pink-and-orange sweatband, grimacing and lifting pink hand-weights. From left to right in the bottom row: first, Oleander in a partially-open, orange flower-print button-up shirt, camo-print swim trunks, hot-pink flip-flops and a matching visor, plus aviator sunglasses and a beach ball under one arm as he calls and waves to someone with the other hand. Second, Oleander in the Vegeta "BADMAN" pink open button-up shirt over a white tank top, yellow cuffed pants, white tennis shoes, aviator sunglasses and a red fanny pack on one hip, posing with one arm out and the other on his hip, plus a huge grin. Third, Oleander in Sonic's Favorite Clothes, with a baggy pink shirt with yellow stripes on the sleeves and a purple arrow with a yellow "M" on the front, purple shorts, bright yellow socks, dark purple high-tops with yellow stripes, a backwards pink snapback and headphones around his neck; he is holding a CD with one hand and doing a V-sign with the other.]

[Image 9 ID: Oleander and Loboto standing in front of a Sears photo studio-style laser background. Oleander is sitting on a purple cushion, looking exhausted and slightly annoyed, one hand reaching up to Loboto's hand on his shoulder. Loboto is standing behind him with one hand on his shoulder, grinning at the camera. A slightly transparent, superimposed giant version of Oleander's face is in the background. They are wearing matching orange t-shirts, with Loboto's looking more like a crop top; Loboto's says "HE'S MY SWEET POTATO", with several hearts and a drawing of a potato, while Oleander's says simply "I YAM."]

ok if you made it this far congratulations you get the Evil Image. names removed to protect the innocent

[Evil Image ID: Two drawings of Loboto with screencaps from Discord conversations providing context. The first one shows him from behind holding up a jar of teeth, wearing a short ringer t-shirt, socks with sandals, and booty shorts that say "TEETH MACHINE" on the butt. The included screencap reads "y/n: loboto has novelty whacky booty shorts. 'teeth machine' across the ass". The second shows Loboto from behind leaning against a counter with his head against one hand, wearing a tank top, socks, and baggy shorts that say "HOO-RAH" on the butt. The included screencap reads "he also steals ollys pants to wear AS booty shorts. So he has a pair with like 'HOO-RAH' on the ass".]

#anonymous puzzler art #psychonauts #caligosto loboto #morceau oleander #tw for exposed brain suggestive outfits and swearing #i have a lot of fun putting loboto in silly outfits as you may have noticed #is there a ship tag for loboto n oleander? if so lemme know so i can tag properly LOL

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rafesproactiveprettygirl · 1 year

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Chapter 5: Trouble in paradise || “The Pogue Prince and Kook Princess || Series ||

Warnings: party, cussing, sorta bitchy main character and sorta bitchy JJ, drinking and smoking, sexual jokes + themes, bullying, body image issues, flashing

Summary: Sarah suggests you guys have a party at her house, but she invites the Pogues as well, you and JJ just so happen to get caught up in a really good conversation

A/N: not proof read, if you can’t tell by now i rarely proof read😭

You and Sarah finally got out of the pool. “I’m going to make us some grilled cheese.” Sarah said as she grabbed a towel and ringed her hair out, you did the same as you patted yourself dry. “Fuck yeah, i’m starving.” You groaned. Sarah laughed as she grabbed y’all’s cups and you both walked inside.

You came and sat down at her bar by the kitchen as you watched her cook. You were exhausted from swimming and being out all day, a nap and shower was just what you need. “So Y/N,” Sarah started. “I was thinking, since it’s Friday and neither of us have anything to do, plus both of our parents are out, why don’t we throw a party!” Sarah said grabbing a plastic plate and putting your sandwich on it. Honestly a lively social event exactly what you need.

You took a bite and with your mouth full replied, “I’m down.” She laughed at your filthy eating and turned to sit next to you with her food. “But there’s one thing.”

“What’s up?”

“I wanna invite the Pogues.”

You coughed as you choke on your food. You looked back up at her, then tilted your head with a smirk. “Is this about John B?” Her face turned pink and she took a bite to ignore your question. You chuckled and continued. “Why don’t you just invite him? I think i’ve had enough Pogue for one day.”

“Come on Y/N, the pogues really know how to party! Plus there’s no guarantee JJ will be there. Even if he comes he might just leave you alone.” You finished your food and put it in the dishwasher. “Fine, but i’m going to shower and take a nap before I have to be put through this torture.

“Oh you poor thing.” She teased. You smiled to yourself as you went upstairs to her room and began to shower.

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6:35

You looked at yourself in the mirror and observed yourself one last time. Your hair was up out of your face, you had a natural make up look, a maroon lacey tank top, cute skinny jeans, maroon converse, the pearl earrings from earlier, and a locket necklace of your grandma. She had always helped you get through tough times and you really missed her. You kissed it before you scanned over your form one last time.

The party had started an hour ago but you wanted to make a appearance later and get a few people’s attention. You grabbed your phone, stuffing it in your back pocket and spraying some cherry perfume over your shirt and shoes, careful not to get it on your skin since it’s sensitive and cause you to break out.

You took a small breathe and headed downstairs. You saw Sarah talking to John B, JJ right next to them. Sarah gave him a drink before you caught her eyes as you walked into the kitchen. “Y/N!” She smiled pulling you into a hug which caught John B’s and JJ’s attention. You smiled into her hug as you pulled back and she handed you a red solo cup of your favorite bear.

“Hey Y/N.” John B smiled. You decided to play nice tonight, for Sarah. “Hello John B.” You smiled. He gave you another happy smile and you turned to JJ. You smile faded a bit but not completely. He gave you a slight nod as his eyes raked over your outfit. His eyes met yours again and you gave him an “my eyes are up here” smirk. He himself was wearing a black button up, army green cargo shorts, those shiny black boots, and some rings and bracelets.

He scoffed slightly but couldn’t help the smirk that crept on his face. You turned to face Sarah as a familiar song began to play. “Care to dance?” You said with a slight bow. She giggled and she took both of your drinks, handing them to John B. She gave her your hand. “Be my guest.”

You both laughed as you took a step back and began to dance together. You twirled her around with a laugh and she leaned into you. She grabbed your hips and made you sway with her as you two sang along to the song. When it was finished John B clapped and cheered for you two and JJ smiled before taking another sip of his drink.

You took your drink from John B and downed it quickly. John B laughed, “Damn Y/N I didn’t know you could drink that fast.”

“You should see her with shots, she’s a pro.” Sarah said nudging her arm. “So is JJ.” John B chimed in as him and Sarah exchanged a glance. You and JJ looked at each other awkwardly before Sarah gasped and clapped her hands together, shocking the rest of us. “I have an idea!” She giggled before running off. John B smiled as she skipped away. “Does she do this a lot?” He asked to you.

“Every damn day. But you learn to love it.” You turned to face John B. “I know about you and Sarah.” His face turned whiter than a ghost. “Don’t worry, im not saying anything to Topper. All i’m saying is treat her well, okay? I’m beat the shit out of you if you hurt her. She really likes you.”

“Are her and Topper still uh, a thing?”

You shrugged. Not really, they never officially called it off, but they both see other people and don’t do couple things but sometimes they still hang out. You smiled softly as Sarah came back, vodka in one hand and two shot glasses in the other. She slightly pushed John B aside before turning to me and JJ.

“Okay! First party game of the night, our best shot takers.” She said finger-gunning me and JJ. Jesus how many drinks has she had? She’s definitely drunk. “Both of you are going to take as many shots as you can.”

“What does the winner get?” JJ asks.

“Bragging rights?” Sarah shrugged. “That’s boring,” John B chimed in. “How about the loser has to jump in the pool, but, we have to fill it with ice.”

“My parents will kill me,” Sarah started. “Let’s do it.”

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Now you and JJ were sitting next to each other, facing one another, first shots in hand. “On three,” Sarah began.

“One,”

“Two,”

“Three!”

And with that the challenge began.

You and JJ both took the first shot. Neither of you had much reaction, you scrunched your nose up and but and he sniffled. “Already gonna tap out?” He teased as your next shots got poured. “Please, you’ll pass out before you can call quits.” You reply. You two grabbed the second round, tilted your heads back and let the liquid groan your throat.

Three shots, four shots, five shots, six, seven, eight..

After eight JJ tapped out and you threw your hands in victory but quickly regretted it as you felt your food from earlier about to come up. JJ coughed and stood up and Sarah handed you a glass of cold wine and you gulped that bitch down. You set the glass down and looked at JJ. “Gonna jump in or you gonna be a pussy about that to?” You asked with a half smile. He smirked down at you and turned to John B.

“Get the ice.”

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You all gathered around the pool that was now filled with ice. JJ stood on the edge of the pool, shirtless and shoeless, as everyone had their phones out to record. You couldn’t help but admire his perfectly toned abs and how they glistened under moon. “On the count of three!” Someone yelled.

“One,” The ground started. “Two,”

“Three!” We all yelled.

JJ jumped into the pull with a big splash, you couldn’t help but laugh as he came up to surface with a yell. “He’ll yeah!” He laughed. Everyone cheered as he shivered and got out of the pool. He walked over to where me, John B, and Sarah were standing. John B handed him a towel and JJ ruffled his hair with it.

“That was fucking sick.”

“So worth it.” Sarah chimes in. The alcohol has definitely set in now and you were definitely getting drunk. JJ looked at you and saw your big, toothy grin. “Pogues, 0, Kooks, 1.” You said with a teasing voice as your left hand held a 1 and your right held a 0. JJ couldn’t help but to chuckled as he leaned in to grab his shirt behind you, his mouth was right against your ear and he whispered, “Challenge accepted Princess.”

He pulled back with a smirk and you blushing slightly, but it could have passed as you being completely wasted. You couldn’t deny the way he said it was attractive, his voice was raspier when he whispered. He through the towel at you as he put his shirt on and you sent him a glare, throwing the towel over the chair behind you.

“Whatever.” You spoke with an eye roll. “I’m getting another drink.” You said as you walked away, hearing JJ cackle behind you. You walked back into the house and sighed at the warmth behind you, you quickly realized it wasn’t wasn’t from the house, but from a person as they wrapped their arms around you. You whipped around and your heart dropped at Rafe peering down at you.

“What are you doing here?” You deadpanned and he laughed softly. “I live here remember?” He leaned down to your ear. “You kicked me out, where else was I supposed to go?” You shutter as he breath fanned your neck. You stepped back and crossed your arm, currently feeling intimidated. “What do you want?”

He shrugged, “Nothing. Came here to party with my girl.”

You swallowed. “I’m not you’re girl anymore Rafe. We ended it remember?”

“He’s not talking about you, sweetheart.” Your heart stopped at the same annoying voice you knew all too well. Julia.

You turn your head to see Julia taking a sip of her drink next to Rafe. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, kissing her with way too much tongue. He turned to face you with a smirk. “Someone had to get you off your high horse.” You rolled your eyes.

“You know,” Julia started. “That’s a cute outfit. Would be a shame if someone ruined it.” Your brows furrowed in confusion but before you could respond she threw her drink at your chest. You along with everyone else gasped as Rafe peered down at you and Julia laughed. Everyone was silent, everyone was looking at you.

Rafe, Julia, Topper, Sarah, John B, JJ. You probably looked like an absolute fool. You wanted to cry. You wanted to run away and never show your face again. But you couldn’t, you wouldn’t. You blinked back your tears and put on your best poker face. “Fuck,” You said loudly, pulling the hem of your shirt to look at it better.

“Sorry everyone.” You said looking around, causing Julia’s smile to fade slightly. You turned back to Julia. “I spilt my drink.”

“No worries though.” You said, without thinking you took your shirt off, revealing your white laces push up bra. There were many whistles at your figure. People were checking you out, blushing, trying not to check you out but failing. One of those people were Rafe, and surprisingly JJ. You looked at JJ and shot him a wink, a wink that didn’t go unnoticed by Rafe. He scowled.

You looked back between him and Julia. “I’ll just go change.” You say throwing your beer covered shirt at Rafe and turning on your heels and storming up the stairs. When you got to Sarah’s room you immediately grabbed one of her t-shirts and sat on the bed.

You can’t believe you did that. You showed your body to everyone. Everyone looked at something you could barely look at yourself. You felt disgusting, you felt like a whore. Like a slut.

To stop yourself from the tears that threatened to spill you took out your phone, connecting it to Sarah’s speaker and began to play your favorite band. Sleeping with sirens, the song you chose was Tally it up, settle the score. You hummed softly to the song and turned up the speaker a little bit.

Tally up those points for me, we're settling the score

After everything we've started, you’re gonna keep begging me for more, watch this

You tapped your foot at the beat, nodding your head softly. You close your eyes as the lyrics continued.

Tally up those points for me, we're settling the score

After everything we've started, you’re gonna keep begging me for more

You tapped the beat on your lap as you let yourself sink into the music, feeling more calm.

You don't need to tell me all about, the person I have been, keep believing that we've given up

We're not giving in, I promise, this is personal

Whoa, ohh

Look at what you've started here

You heard a knock at the door and immediately jumped up and whipped your head around. JJ. “You forgot to shut the door, knew I heard something.” He half joked.

Tell me what were you thinking, when you kept calling us out

Oh, you thought we would sit quietly And let you keep running your mouth

He cocked a brow as he listened to the lyrics. “You listen to Sleeping with sirens?” He asked. Finally, someone was asking about your interests. You nodded your head softly. “Yeah my brother showed me them a couple years ago, they’ve been my favorite band ever since.”

He moved from the door to sit next to you. “What song is this?” He asked peering over your shoulder at your phone. “I like the guitar solo at the beginning.”

“Right!” You say cheerfully, voice now higher pitched as you grab your phone to scroll through the songs. “The song playing is “Tally it up, settle the score”! The guitarist is amazing but personally the drums are my favorite. It’s just the way they can make two very different instruments collide to make a beautiful melody is just insane! And the amount of passion they sing with is incredible. And the build up for “If you can’t hang” is thrilling! Like-“ You turn your head to look at JJ, he was looking at you with big eyes and mouth slightly agape.

Your words slowly faded as you stopped talking. You turned away from him embarrassed. “Sorry,” You laughed slightly. “Geeked out for a second there.” She said as she absentmindedly scrolled for another song. He shook head. “It’s okay, I thought it was pretty cool how you interpreted it.” You turned to look at him.

“Really?” You asked. He nodded. “Yeah, not many people appreciate music like you do. They don’t read into it as much and aren’t able to find a deeper meaning.” You nodded rapidly as you agreed. “Yeah I agree! Like they don’t take their time to really get into it. Honestly the meanings are so much deeper than they seem and they deserve recognition.”

JJ agreed as you two continued your conversation about your favorite songs and other bands you enjoy mutually. Your finger slipped in the middle of the conversation and a new song played.

There's so many things that I could say, but I'm sure it would come out all wrong

“Oh! This is a good song too.” You said to yourself, and JJ silently agreed as the two of you leaned closer to the speaker to pay better attention to the lyrics.

You've got something that I can't explain, still I try and try and let you know

Summer we spent, one could never forget

On the summer lyric you and JJ looked at each other for a moment, then back at the speaker.

Looking for any kind of reason to

Escape all the mess

That we thought is what made us

You mumbled the next lyrics, recognizing your favorite song.

“Ain't it funny now, we can see We're who we're meant to be,”

The next lyrics you were silent.

You still have all of my

You still have all of my heart (oh)

There's so many things left to say

You and JJ both pulled back and he cleared his throat just as Sarah walked in. “Hey-oh,” she paused looking inbetween you two. “We’re kicking everyone out, parties over. It got a bit heated between Rafe and Topper. Y/N you can stay if you want.”

You shook your head. “No, I can’t stay. Rafe will be here and they won’t be good, plus I need to make sure Tops okay.” Sarah nodded. “Uhm, someone fucked with the car, so it’s broke. But I really don’t want you walking home alone this late.”

“I’ll walk her home.” JJ said, turning to face me. I shrugged. “Better than being alone.”

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writingplotbunnies · 3 months

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Best Served Cold (5/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Sophie shows up to her first SAMCRO party complete with fighting and a conversation with Gemma.

Word Count: ~4400

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This is a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

Later, Sophie stood in front of her bed, hands on her hips, glaring down at the rather small pile of clothes scattered across the mattress. She’d never been good at picking an outfit, doing her hair, finding out if her complexion allowed for warm or cool tones in her makeup. That had been Olivia's job. Over the years, she’d simply do whatever it was her sister had told her. Like adding layers to her hair, and texturizing the ends - whatever the hell that meant. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look good because she did, especially tonight, it was that the Corps didn’t care, and anytime she’d been forced to dress up, well they provided a uniform for that, too. Raking her hands through her hair, Sophie wished she knew someone in this town she could call for help. Jax would likely make some suggestion about not wearing anything, which, while flattering, wouldn’t exactly be a practical solution to her current dilemma.

“Maybe if I close my eyes and point…”

She needed a dog. At least then talking to herself wouldn’t make her feel quite as crazy. But, she talked to herself a lot. Wasn’t anything else to do when she was staked out in the middle of nowhere waiting for her target to finally decide to show up.

Growling in frustration, she snagged a pair of skinny jeans Olivia had given her for Christmas a couple of years ago, and a burgundy racerback tank top with a screen-printed dandelion on it. Once dressed, she slid on her well-worn black, low-heel ankle boots. Glancing at herself in the bathroom mirror, she figured it looked good enough. Never quite the smoky eye her sister always managed to paint on her face with perfection, but she didn’t look like she’d just been sucker punched either, so she took the win.

Stopping at the couch, Sophie pulled her ankle holster from her duffel before lifting her foot onto the arm of the couch and attaching it. She didn’t want a repeat of earlier if one of the other Sons or whoever else she met at the party hugged the wrong side of her body. Tucking her phone and ID into her back pocket, she grabbed her keys and locked up behind her.

Sliding into her car, Sophie took a deep breath. She wanted to make a good impression. After Jax had dropped her back at the station, she’d done a lot of thinking. Maybe it wasn’t forever, this thing with Jax, but she wanted to do her part to make it last - see what it could be. Just because she’d never had roots, at least, not as an adult, didn’t mean she didn’t want some.

Pulling into the TM lot, Sophie took a moment to take in the whole scene. A far cry from the quiet, but busy auto shop, the place had transformed into a veritable den of debauchery. It kinda reminded her of a few mid-deployment parties she and the teams had set up when they needed to blow off some steam. Excitement thrummed through her veins at the prospect of letting off some steam and having a good time. It had been this part of the MC life that she found most surprising when it came to Olivia. They’d done their share of partying together, but her sister had always been the more reserved of the two. Not a wallflower, but not the cannonball into the swimming pool with a Roman candle in her hand type either. Hers had been a quieter chaos. Maybe that’s why Olivia had been drawn to Drifter - the balance.

Shaking herself from thoughts of the past, she slid from the car, tucked her keys into her front pocket and walked towards the madness. Fire-filled drum barrels were scattered around outside. Women half naked stood, or sat, with a court of men around them. One leggy blonde had her arms wrapped around a young man who seemed content to do nothing more than suck her tits while she ground herself against him. Off to the left, shirtless men threw punches at each other inside a boxing ring while some of the others, beer bottles dangling from their fingers cheered them on from the sidelines. She noticed some money exchanging hands.

Glancing around, she tried to locate Jax. She spied who she thought were Tig and Chibs sitting over at some picnic tables. Since they were the only other two faces she recognized, she moved towards them, careful to weave through the small packs of bodies.

“Hiya, love,” Chibs called when he caught sight of her.

Tig grinned up at her. “Hello, beautiful.”

Sophie smiled, but looked behind her. “I kept my car parked far away from your perv eyes, Tig. No more flirting with my baby. She’s too young for you.”

Chibs laughed and knocked his shoulder against Tig’s. “Got you by the balls.”

“I wish,” Tig mumbled under his breath.

She sat on the table next to Tig and gave a friendly pat on his shoulder. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

He gave her a flirty look. “I’m sure you can find a way to make it up to me.”

Sophie laughed. “Keep dreaming, man.”

“Aye,” Chibs said, voice a bit sharp as he glanced down at Tig. “You know how this works.”

Tig nodded. “Yeah, man. I got it.”

Chibs shook his head before necking his beer and taking a long swallow. “Not me you’ve gotta be worrying about now is it?”

Clearly looking for a way to change the mood, Tig looked at a young blond man sitting near them. “Prospect, get the lady a drink and be quick about it.”

The blond looked at her shyly and offered her a smile. “What’s your poison?”

“Rum and coke, or a beer.”

“Go on,” Chibs called as the prospect stood from the table. “Be quick about it.”

She laughed as he scurried into the clubhouse. “I’d say be nice to the poor boy, but something tells me he’s used to a little hazing around here.”

“It’s good for them.”

They all turned to watch the fight, and the kid brought her a drink more quickly than she expected. Taking a sip, she nearly coughed. Sophie had expected a strong drink, but it was like they’d filled the Dixie cup with rum and walked a can of Coke next to it. Rum with an essence of Coke. Now that she knew, she took a smaller sip from her cup as she continued to watch the two in the ring duke it out. The bald one had decent form. He had a wildness in his eyes that commanded her attention.

Sophie slid from the table, and wandered through the crowd to get a closer look at the fight. She’d always enjoyed the boxing matches the Navy boys engaged in during cruising days. For a few moments, she stood among the other spectators sipping her rum with a splash of Coke and watching the exchange of punches. Both men had grins on their faces.

“Hey, sexy,” a voice slurred in her ear. His hand wrapped around her waist, fingers inching up her torso, just shy of her breast. “Run inside and get me another beer.”

Ignoring him, Sophie moved out of his grip, figuring he’d wander off to easier, more willing entertainment. She continued to watch the fight. Not taking the hint, the drunk guy behind her reached out, grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.

“Listen, bitch, go get me another beer or get lost.”

Looking him over, she noticed the kutte, but there weren’t any patches on it. He had dark hair and a stupid-looking face, or maybe that was just the expression on it. The kutte looked the same as the one the blond guy, the prospect, who’d been sent off to get her a drink wore. Seemed prospects were lower in the chain than guys like Chibs and Tig. Not that it would make any difference for her personally, but she wanted to avoid making Jax’s life more difficult if it could be avoided.

Shaking his grip loose, she moved through the crowd back towards the table. Just as it came within view, the majority of the crowd behind them, the idiot grabbed Sophie’s ass.

“Don’t walk away from me, sweetheart. I wanna have a good time tonight.”

Eyes at her hairline, Sophie spun around to face him. “The fuck did you just say to me, asshole?”

“You heard me. Croweaters do as they’re fucking told around here.”

Sophie rolled her shoulders. “Look, go find someone willing. No isn’t exactly a complicated word - means no.”

When he reached forward again, Sophie’s patience was shot. She landed a right hook across his cheek, feeling her knuckle split on one of his teeth. Sucking a breath in through her teeth, she cursed. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but seeing the way the idiot’s face snapped to the side made it worth it.

“Go find Jax,” she heard Chibs tell someone.

Her moment of distraction cost her. The guy backhanded her with enough force for her head to whip to the side.

“Bastard!”

Sophie spat on the ground. What kind of an idiot slapped someone in the middle of a fistfight?

Before she could return the favor, arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her back. Across from her, a lumberjack-looking guy with a beanie on his head had his arms wrapped around the idiot who thought no meant please touch me more.

“Alright, lass, leave him be.”

Thrashing in his hold, Sophie wanted nothing more than to cover her hands in his blood. “Let me go. Bastard needs to be taught a fucking lesson about respecting boundaries.”

“Aye,” Chibs agreed. “That he does, but not by you. You got your shot.”

She stopped struggling only to whirl around and poke her finger into his chest.

“That love tap I gave him?”

Sophie knew she was screaming, knew she was likely making a scene, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“Bastard grabbed my arm, then my ass, and took a grab at my breast all without my permission. He’s lucky I haven’t ripped his fucking balls off and shoved them up his ass.”

She watched Chibs’ face darken the more she spoke, but before either of them could say anything else Jax, closely followed by Tig, came jogging up to the group.

“What the fuck?” Jax asked, eyes moving between Sophie and the guy.

“Don’t know exactly what happened, man,” the lumberjack-looking man spoke. “But, your girl landed one hell of a punch on Shepard’s face before he backhanded her.”

She watched Jax’s jaw work as he closed in on the guy who’d slapped her. “That right? You do that to her face?”

“Never seen her around here before. Wanted a new piece of ass tonight.”

Sophie started struggling in Chib’s arms again, and managed to slip his grip. Faster than Jax could stop her, she’d lunged forward and punched Shepard in the face and then the kidney.

“Sophie!” Jax pulled her back. “Come on, stop.”

He pulled her a few feet from the group, pressed her back against the wall and glared at her.

“I’m not apologizing for beating the shit out of that fucking creep.”

Jax shook his head, small grin on his face. “No one’s asking you to.”

Sophie opened her mouth, but closed it. It hadn’t been the response she expected.

Jax grabbed her chin and tilted her head to the side, noting the red mark on her cheek.

“He do that to your face?”

She nodded. “Asshole didn’t even have the decency to punch me. Little bitch slaps like a fucking girl.”

Jax pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Sophie released a deep breath. “Look, I know there are rules or whatever for the girls at these things, and I tried to get him to stop. If he’d just been drunk and handsy and left when I said no, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But he followed me. I moved away, walked back to where Chibs and Tig were sitting, but he kept following me. No one touches me without my permission, Jax. No one.”

He nodded. “No one should be touching you. I’m gonna go deal with that, and you’re going to stay with Chibs and Opie while I deal with it.”

“Jax - ”

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m gonna deal with it, Sophie.”

Searching his face, she saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw ticked. She nodded. “Make him bleed.”

With a smile, Jax pulled back from where he’d crowded Sophie into the wall. “As you wish, darlin’.”

Taking her hand, Jax led them back over to the table. By now, the boxers in the ring had stopped, and a large crowd gathered to where Opie still had Shepard restrained.

“Jax?” Tig asked, a hopeful expression on his face.

Jax pulled Sophie closer to him, arm wrapped around her in a clearly possessive gesture.

“He’s gonna pay for that bruise on my girl’s face.”

“You’re choosing some croweater over me?” Shepard asked, voice incredulous.

Jax tightened his grip on Sophie in warning. She forced herself to relax knowing he needed to handle this himself. Later, she’d have him explain the hierarchy of this whole thing to her.

“She look like a croweater to you?” Tig asked, sounding actually curious. “Does she act like one? Use your brain, man.”

Shaking his head, Jax glanced up at Opie. “Tape him up.” Turning to Tig, he grinned. “Take bets, boys.”

Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Tig placed a hand on his chest. “Love you, man.”

Chibs handed Sophie a roll of tape. “Get him ready, lass.”

Nodding, she turned to Jax and pointed to the picnic table. “Sit.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She swatted at his arm. “I’m not an officer, but I might let you salute me later.”

As Jax tugged his shirt over his head, she swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. He caught her watching and winked.

“What the hell’s going on?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw an older man with a gray beard and a cigar in his mouth walking over to them. “I’m teaching the prospect a lesson about touching things that don’t belong to him.”

Sophie wanted to snort because honestly, who the fuck said shit like that? Still, she enjoyed the way Jax’s voice went low and deep. She focused on wrapping his hands, making sure the tape would do its job to protect his hands.

“Clay, this is Sophie, Sophie, this is Clay.”

She smiled over her shoulder at him. “I’d shake your hand, but they’re a bit busy at the moment, but it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She heard Clay’s deep chuckle behind her. “Likewise.”

“What’s going on?”

Sophie recognized Gemma’s voice.

“Jax is gonna teach the prospects a little bit of a lesson tonight.”

Even with her back to the woman, Sophie could feel the deep frown on Gemma’s face. Sophie finished wrapping Jax’s hands. Pulling back a bit she motioned for him to hold his hands out.

“Test it.”

She watched the way his hands moved as he flexed his hands. Nodding, she smoothed her fingers across the edges of the tape.

“Looks good.”

“You’ve done this before.”

Sophie winked. “Once or twice.”

Standing from the table, he walked over to the ring, Sophie on his heels. Before entering the ring, he turned and wrapped Sophie into his arms and kissed her like it was his dying wish. When he released her, she staggered back a couple of steps before she felt a gentle hand against her back.

Glazing over her shoulder she smiled at Opie as he steadied her.

“He likes you.”

Sophie nodded. “You got that impression, too?”

“Yeah, it’s good to see him happy.”

The bald guy who’d been fighting earlier in the night entered the ring and gestured for both fighters to approach.

“Let the ass-kicking begin.”

He’d barely moved out of the way before Jax lunged at Shepard. She wanted to wince at the sound his fist made against the man’s face, but she couldn’t muster enough sympathy for it. Jax fought like a man possessed. Unlike the earlier fight, this was clearly not for entertainment. Seemed as though Jax decided to work out a few of his demons on Shepard. After a brutal combination of hits, Shepard managed to knock Jax back with a lucky southpaw. Sophie saw the grin on Jax’s face. Watched the sweat slide down his torso, noted the small cut on his eyebrow. Most of Shepard’s face was littered with bruising, and small cuts. Both men had blood on the tape on their hands. When Jax had Shepard on the mats, she grew concerned. He’d clearly won the fight, but if he kept going -

“He’s gonna kill him.”

“Happy won’t let that happen,” Opie responded.

Sophie startled, not realizing she’d spoken out loud. Instead, she nodded dumbly, eyes fixed on the fight. It wasn’t that she held Shepard’s life as sacred or anything, but she didn't want Jax to commit murder in front of this many witnesses. Just when she was going to step in and put an end to it, she saw Happy pull Jax off the now unmoving body beneath him. She couldn't make out what he said, but he whispered something in Jax’s ear that had him relaxing.

Around her, the crowd went wild with cheers, and many slapped Jax on the back as he left the ring, swagger in his step. She grinned as he closed in on her.

“Hey, champ.”

He smiled at her before turning to Clay, face serious. “He’s out. I’ll never vote that piece of shit into my club.”

Clay took a puff from the cigar in his mouth before nodding, a pleased sort of pride in his eyes as he looked at Jax. “Whatever you say, VP.”

Jax nodded.

Clay looked at Sophie, something unreadable in his eyes. “Get him cleaned up.”

Sophie nodded, knowing something important had just transpired, but without understanding the rules, she didn’t know exactly what. Whatever it was, she thought it was good. Jax swung his arm across Sophie’s shoulders and led them into the clubhouse. They maneuvered around couples in various states of sex before moving down a hallway in the back. He led her into a room that smelled like him, and looked as though no one had ever taught him how to clean.

“Sit.”

“You like giving me orders.”

Sophie grinned. “Occupational habit.”

She walked into the adjoining bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water before coming back into the room. As she’d asked, Jax sat on the bed, eyes hooded as he watched her move towards him. He spread his knees in invitation. Grinning, she moved to stand in front of him, and he brought his hands to rest on her hips. Letting him enjoy the feel of her body beneath his hands, she began to wipe the blood from his face. He hissed when she pressed against the cut at his eyebrow, but didn’t make a move to stop her. Quickly clearing the rest of the blood and the sweat from his face, she threw the towel to the ground before sinking her hands into his hair and tilting his head back. Unsure who moved first, their lips crashed together as his hands moved to lift her onto his lap.

Sophie moaned into his mouth, loving the way his arms felt wrapped around her. Again, she thought this was all too fast, but when his fingers snuck under the hem of her shirt and began to lift it from her body, she quickly pushed the thought from her mind. Even if it was too fast, too soon - it was also too late. Might as well enjoy it before the other shoe dropped. Breaking apart so Jax could pull her shirt over her head, Sophie looked down at him, loved knowing she’d put that look on his face - the one that told her she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him in that moment. Before he could pull her bra off, she took his hands in hers.

Kissing his tape-covered knuckles, she met his eyes. “Let me.”

He nodded. Keeping her eyes on his, she slid from the bed onto the floor to kneel in front of him. She saw the way Jax’s throat worked as he swallowed, eyes dark with desire. Carefully, Sophie began to unwind the tape from his left hand. When it was free of tape, Jax moved to touch her, but she held a hand out, mock frown on her face. He pouted but offered her his right hand. She removed the tape more quickly this time.

“You should ice them. Tape did a good job, but you really went to town on his face. Nothing’s gonna keep you from swelling and being sore tomorrow.”

“Later.”

“Jax - ”

“Later.”

He hauled her up onto the bed and moved them towards the headboard, settling her against his body. Jax’s fingers teased up the exposed skin of her spine.

“Not packing?”

Sophie chuckled. “Always. Ankle holster. I was kinda hoping this blonde biker would want to wrap his arms around me. Didn’t want anything getting in the way.”

Jax kissed her. She reveled in the feel of his skin against hers. The sweat on his torso cool between their bodies as she writhed on top of him. As his fingers once more reached for the clasp on her bra, a knock at the door drew them apart.

“Zip it up,” Opie called through the door. “Bobby’s here. Clay wants you outside.”

She felt Jax’s sigh as he threw his head back against the pillow. She muffled a laugh against his chest before pressing a kiss to his skin.

“Gotta do what the boss says.”

“Clay can fuck off.”

Sophie laughed. “Come on. You and I both know they’ll just send someone else, and Tig doesn’t seem like the knock politely type.”

Jax groaned. “Picked up on that?”

Sophie slanted him a look. “Yeah, he’s real subtle.”

Figuring he’d not get up on his own, she rolled from the bed and looked around for her shirt. Glancing over at Jax, he stood from the bed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the bathroom. She realized he didn’t have a shirt with him.

“You keep spare clothes here?”

“Yeah. Should be a clean shirt in the dresser.”

She opened the drawers until she found the right one; she pulled out a white shirt with SAMCRO screen printed on it. Pulling it to her nose, she sniffed it just to be sure. It smelled like him, and, thankfully, it also smelled clean. When he came out, she tossed it at him and ignored how domestic the whole moment felt. Too much. Too soon. Too easy.

“You coming?” Jax asked as he stood at the door.

Sophie picked up her shirt. “I’ll meet you out there.” She paused and pointed at him. “Someone got blood on my shirt.”

“Just grab one of mine, babe.”

“Thanks. I’m still gonna see if I can get the blood out of this one. Go on. I’ll be fine.”

Jax nodded. He stepped to her and kissed her gently before leaving the room. Sophie sighed and shook her head. Had Olivia felt like this? In the early days with Michael, had she been this overwhelmed? They’d met while Sophie had been deployed, and when she made it home, they were already pretty established. Even though Michael understood Olivia had been holding back, waiting for Sophie to meet him. He’d joked about being more nervous meeting her than he had been their parents. She’d just grinned because while her parents could be intimidating, Sophie could’ve killed him and he’d never have heard the bullet.

Making her way into the bathroom, she glanced down at the shirt. It was a lost cause, and she hated washing blood out of things. Better just to burn it and move on, but she also hated shopping for clothes - especially without Olivia here to go with her, or more specifically to make her go at all.

“Fuck it.”

Sophie tossed the shirt in the trash can she saw under the sink before walking back to the dresser. She pulled another one of Jax’s shirts from the drawer. This one was dark blue with SONS screen printed across the front. Sliding it over her head, she sucked in a deep breath, loving the way the shirt smelled. After all the posturing outside, she should feel something she thought. Some sort of feminist bullshit about belonging to a man, but she didn’t because the feeling didn’t suck.

Closing the door behind her, she walked down the hallway towards the main room of the clubhouse. She saw Gemma at the bar. Sophie watched her eyes widen ever so slightly before her lips pursed into a thin line. Maybe wearing Jax’s shirt wasn’t such a good idea. It wouldn't have been the first time she’d wandered around with someone else’s blood staining her clothes.

“Still haven’t worked out what you’re doing here,” Gemma began as she pulled the tops off of two beers.

Sophie took the hint and moved to the counter. Taking the offered beer, she saluted with the neck before taking a swallow.

“You’re clearly not one of them - ” Gemma gestured to the various women scattered around the room having what appeared to be a good time with the available men. “Even without his crow you act like his Old Lady and you don’t even know it.”

Setting the beer down, Sophie met Gemma’s gaze. “I’m not gonna sit here and insult you by pretending I understood the details of what you just told me, but I know a hierarchy when I see one. Regardless of what position I do or don’t hold on it - no one has a free pass to my body unless I want them to. That’s not what I came here for.”

“Seemed just fine with my son having a free pass to your body.”

Sophie smirked. “He’s got good hands.”

Gemma smirked. “I think you’ll be just fine, but you might want to avoid punching any more guys in kuttes.”

Sophie held her hands out. “So long as they keep their hands to themselves, we have no problems.”

“This club,” Gemma said. “It’s Jackson’s life. It’s in his blood.”

Sophie frowned. “I know. But, it’s been like a week. Don’t be picking out China patterns just yet. What I feel for him it’s intense, but it’s also new.”

Gemma lit a cigarette. “Does it scare you?”

“Of course it does. Scares the shit out of me,” Sophie answered. “It’s real.”

Part 6

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fatphobiabusters · 9 months

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As a fat positive blog, I thought you might be a place to ask these questions, because I’ve been struggling.

Has anyone else with big ass badonkadonks ever dislocated them, torn the connective tissues holding them up, and/or pulled the pectoral muscle UNDER them due to their weight or their position? I’ve done all three at various times doing the very strenuous activity of SLEEPING. My boob will get wedged between my side and my arm in my sleep, I’ll roll over or otherwise change position, and my body will go one way while the boob goes in the other. It took NINE MONTHS for my pectoral muscle to heal because the weight of my breasts hanging off it continued to injure it before it could heal. This happen to anyone else? If so, how do you treat/prevent? I’ve tried getting a breast reduction with this and back pain and other medical issues as reason and all the surgeons in my state (and under my insurance) have a 130 or less bmi limit. I’ve been told I need to literally lose half my body weight before I’d ever be eligible for a surgery that would immediately make it easier for me to *move* (ie, exercise). I mean, they want me to lose weight? Cut off my breasts. That’s over sixteen pounds off my chest right there.

Second: Pants/trousers. It seems like skinny jeans and skinny everything else is coming back in. I am NOT one of those fast girls with the delicate fairy ankles. I’ve got honking mushrooms that cut off into feet. I have always found buying pants to be nye upon impossible because even “straight leg” and “boot cut” and “boyfriend” all taper down from the knee. Anything that doesn’t taper is a capre meant to show off your ankles. I KNOW I’m not the only person with this issue. Do you or your readers have any recommendations for someone in the us30 range? Because I’m just about ready to start going nude everywhere in protest. Gods know the lack of clothing that fits me sure seems to imply that’s what they WANT to happen. (Maybe we should ALL declare a day of protest where we’re all nude/in our nickers. Get some people’s attention on this bullshit.)

Oof that sounds painful! Sadly the only things I could suggest are wearing bras to bed or maybe boob tape? I'm only a D cup tho so I'm not sure what's out there.

To me if you sign a waiver the doctor should just do it. (They should just get good but I digress).

"Fit and flare" comes to mind for pants. But ugh. I wear capre length stuff and I think it's this pair of jeans:

https://www.womanwithin.com/products/5-pocket-wide-leg-jeans/1075249.html

Which I've had good luck with. Check their size charts tho.

If followers have any suggestion please add!

-mod squirrel

#Ask #Medical fatphobia #Weight loss mention #Mod squirrel #Grandmaster paradox

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musclesaber · 8 months

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Doubling Device: A Sample

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Max is in for a surprise when Luke gets ahold of a device that can double anything about a person. But first, Luke needs a special sample from Max. Featuring a smaller @growmaxatlas

Luke had been going to this new coffee shop, BJ’s Coffee, for about two months now and still couldn’t get over how cute the barista Max was. He had such a cute face framed perfectly by a beard. Big brown eyes that Luke could get lost in. The only problem was he was pint sized compared to Luke. Luke was a hulking 280 pounds at 6’6. He had hated his size ever since he had started discovering how much he loved to be smaller than his partner. And Max was 5 feet tall and 100 pounds soaking wet. But he had such a handsome face for a little guy, Luke had only wished it was on an even bigger body.

But today was different. Luke had found the perfect thing to fix his “little” problem. He had bought a device from this sizemologist that had the ability to double anything. Originally, it had the potential for growing food to twice its original size, but the sizemologist had found other uses for the device.

Today was the day Luke took the plunge and tried out this doubling device. The sizemologist was very specific with the instructions. He had to get a DNA sample of whatever or whomever he wanted to grow. It might be hard, but Luke had a plan that was a full proof way to get a bit of Max’s DNA.

Luke walked into the coffee shop and he saw Max at the register. The little guy was wearing a t-shirt with a big BJ’s Coffee logo on the front and a standard pair of khaki pants. Luke himself was wearing a tight shirt and hoodie as well as skinny jeans. His whole outfit hugged his big body and accentuated every curve of his muscles.

“Hi Max. Can I get my regular?” asked Luke as he approached the barista counter.

“Sure Luke. Coming right up,” said the smaller man with a smile. Max walked back behind the counter and started making Luke’s drink. Luke had made sure to get to the coffee shop bright and early before the work crowd came so he could get Max while the shop was fairly empty.

“So Max, have you been seeing anybody lately?” said Luke as he peered his head over the counter. Max continued to focus on making Luke’s drink. Not paying too much attention to the giant standing in front of him.

“No, not really. Why do you ask?”

“Oh I was just wondering because I kinda have this problem that I was wondering if you could help me out with. And if you were seeing someone, I wouldn’t want to make things awkward between you and them,” said Luke with a devilish grin on his face.

“What? Luke what are you talki-” Max’s words were cut short when he looked up at the hulking behemoth and how he was posing. Being as tall as Luke was, his legs easily cleared the counter that Max was working on. Using this advantage, he had pushed his huge bulge outward with his hips so that it was laying on the counter. His rock hard cock in his pants left almost nothing to the imagination as Luke’s hand grazed it.

“Think you could help me out?” The big bulge on the counter seemed to move with his words. Max stared at the outline of Luke’s cock in front of him almost drooling over its size. He was brought back to reality when a ding from the coffee machine rang in his ears.

“Um, uh, yeah. Uh, give me a second.” He grabbed Luke’s drink and poured it into the cup. “Here you go Luke. That’ll be $4.99.” Luke pulled out his card and paid. As the receipt printed out, Max grabbed a pen and started scribbling something down on it. “Have a good day Luke,” said Max before running to the back of the store. Luke took the drink and read what Max had written on the receipt.

I’m on break in 5 minutes. Meet me out back behind the coffee show and I’ll help you with your problem.

Luke smiled knowing his plan was working perfectly. He grabbed his drink and walked to one of the empty tables. He sat down and fished the device out of his pocket. Despite its purpose to make things huge, the device itself was very small. No bigger than a playing card and maybe a centimeter thick. It had a single blue button on it and four red directional arrows.

Luke pressed the blue button and the tiny screen blinked to life. The display read No Sample. Luke tried pressing the other buttons, but the machine just continued to read No Sample. Luke turned the device on its side and saw a little divot at the top. He pressed it and out popped a little box. “Guess that’s where this sample goes,” said Luke to himself.

After sipping his coffee, Luke got up and threw it away as he headed out the front door. He looked to his right and saw the alleyway in between the buildings. He walked into it and turned the corner to see Max out of his barista apron. “Eager are we?” asked Luke as walked over to the smaller man.

“Look Luke. I gotta say, I’ve never done anything like this before,” said Max as he looked up at the blonde man.

“What? Been with a guy?” asked Luke as he knelt down to eye level with Max. “Or been with a guy this big?” Luke bounced his pecs in his tight shirt. Max’s eyes were caught between looking at Luke’s handsome face or his thick pecs.

“No, not that. I mean, I haven’t been with a guy as big as you. And that list is a very short one. But I mean, done anything with a guy at my work.” said Max as Luke flexed one of his biceps in his face.

“Really? Then what makes me the exception?” Luke stood up to his full height and pushed his bulge forward into Max’s stomach.

“Because you’re the biggest man I’ve ever seen and drop dead gorgeous.” Max grabbed onto Luke’s bulge and started caressing it. Marveling at its huge size and feeling his heartbeat through his pants. Luke leaned down and kissed the tiny man and began unbuttoning his tight jeans. Pulling them down and letting his underwear flop out. “Fuck Luke! You’re huge!”

“Thanks little guy.” As much Luke liked the service he was being given by his smaller lover, this was not his goal. He had to get a sample of DNA from him so that instead of being worshiped for his size, he could start worshiping his own giant lover. He looked down at Max as he pulled his underwear down and out sprung his 10 inch cock. “Hope you don’t get scared and run because it's so big,” said Luke as Max continued to grope his big body.

“Are you kidding? It’s incredible. One of the biggest cocks on the planet.” Max started to go down on Luke’s member. Despite his small size, he was able to suck on Luke’s horse cock with relative ease. That sent shivers up Luke’s spine and he felt a bit of pre leak out into Max’s mouth from his big lemon sized balls. Luke looked down at his tiny lover and saw a tiny tent in his pants. Luke had his sights set on the prize.

“I’m not the only one who’s gonna be having all the fun,” said Luke as he wrapped his arms around Max. Picking him up with ease and sitting him down on the dumpster behind him. “I know you’re loving this as much as I am.” Luke grabbed at Max’s pants and almost ripped them off to reveal a small bulge in his underwear.

“Sorry, not nearly as impressive as yours,” said Max as Luke pulled down his underwear to reveal his 3 inch cock.

“No worries little guy. We all can’t have a body as big as mine,” said Luke as he grabbed onto the little cock and started jerking it off.

“But I wish I did. So badly. You have no idea.” Luke furrowed his eyebrow at Max’s comment, but kept jerking him off.

“Really? A body this big isn’t as great as people might think it is. Why would you want it?”

“I just wish I was bigger. So much bigger. I have always been the smallest and I hate it. I wish I could grow and grow and grow and never stop.” The words alone were making it hard for Luke to hold his load in.

“Well you can have my size if you really want it so bad. Would you like that?” asked Luke as he squeezed Max’s cock head.

“Yes. I would love that,” said Max out of breath.

“Then picture it. You and me here. I’m the small one and you’re the giant. Huge. Bigger than any man has ever been. Taller than me. More muscular than me. More hung than me. Bigger in every way. Unable to find clothes that fit. Can’t walk through doors without turning to the side or ducking through.” Luke looked at Max and he was moaning like crazy and it looked like his body was shaking from the pleasure. He was near the breaking point. He just needed a little push. “I would gladly worship your godly body as you grew even bigger.” That did it and Max started shooting out cum. Luke had also made himself cum after voicing his own personal fantasy to his crush and getting such a good reaction from it. After three quick shots that landed on Luke’s hand, Max laid back on the dumpster in exhaustion.

“Fuck that was hot,” said Max out of breath.

“Yes it was,” said Luke as he grabbed the device out of his pocket with his other hand.

“Here, let me help you clean up. I brought a towel out here in preparation for a mess.” Max reached back behind him and grabbed a white rag towel.

“No!” shouted Luke as Max tried to reach for his hand and wipe off his cum. “I mean, no need. I can clean myself. But I would maybe clean off your shoes before you go inside,” said Luke as he pointed at Max’s shoes. They were covered in cum. While Luke jerked him off, his feet were dangling on the edge of the dumpster and when Luke shot his load, they were in the splash zone.

“Shit!” said Max as he started wiping off his shoes. “God I hope no one notices.” Max frantically started scrubbing his shoes.

“Sorry about that. I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” said Luke as he closed the sample compartment of the device and put it back in his pocket. Luke pulled up his jeans and buttoned them as he looked at Max’s shoes. “I don’t think anyone will notice. You stand behind the counter all day so people will hardly ever see your feet.”

“That is true. I’ll just hope and pray that my coworkers just don’t look down,” said Max as he hopped off the dumpster and also pulled up his pants. The two of them stood there staring into each other’s eyes for a moment. Just taking in the other person. “Well, I should really get back in there. This was fun…I guess,” said Max as he started to walk towards the door going back into the coffee shop.

“Yeah, it was. Thanks for helping me out,” said Luke as he winked at Max.

“I’ll see you around Luke.”

“See you around Max.” Luke waved goodbye as the short man walked back to the door to the shop. “Max,” Max turned around to see the big man, “I hope we can do this again. And maybe not in this particular way.”

“I’d like that Luke.” Max smiled and waved back to Luke as he went back to work. Luke started to walk back to the front with a bit of spring in his step, but he heard a ding coming from his pocket. He grabbed the device and the screen was different this time. It read: Sample has been added to database. You may now begin doubling. Luke could only grin as he walked back to the front.

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