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Best Friends With Benefits

Lisa x Rosé x Male Reader

Length: 8045 words

Tags: double blowjob, double handjob, dirty talk, anal sex, strip tease, clothed sex, spit kink, hair-pulling, feet play, creampie, cum swapping

Summary: you find out that Chaelisa know each other a bit too well to just be platonic besties.

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Chapter 1 - Tell me your 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓼

"Do you ever get horny during idol work? Like what do you do when you get wet on set?" You opened up the conversation with a bold question. Worrying that you had jumped the gun and made them feel uncomfortable, you held you breath whilst waiting for a response. Your worries were waved away when Lisa glanced over at Rosé, whose lips had turned upwards on one side. Lisa stifled a giggle. "Are you kidding? We're only human. Some of the outfits I see the other members in gets me riled up and I have to rub one out in the bathroom, or if there’s no time then work is work and we just gotta wait until our schedule is over. But we always deal with it, eventually.”

Lisa sipped on her wine, her eyes never breaking contact with you as she did so. Sitting in Rosé’s apartment, you felt a little tense before the two idols. Mirroring Lisa’s actions, you drank from your glass, hoping a slight buzz might help relieve your nervousness.

Rosé offered a related experience "One time, we were at the recording studio and everyone else had clocked off. I could tell it was one of those days for Lisa, and she was desperate to go home so she could… y'know, relax. Instead, I left the mic recording, dragged us into the booth, and locked the door. I finger fucked the life out of her and that was the day where she squirted in our own recording booth." The nature of the story was already so slutty, but the way Rosé spoke it with her Aussie accent made you want to explore her mouth and hear her whisper into your ear.

Lisa sat up from where her elbow was leaning against Rosé's couch. She had a super crop top on, the ones that only cover your arms and shoulders, whilst her bralette was worn below it. This left a small window of exposed skin on her chest, including the slight curves you could see from her tits, as well as her tight abs. "We obviously weren't right up against the mic, so when we listened back to it you can mostly only hear distant moans and muffled wet sounds. Still exported the audio and took it home though."

"I'd love to hear it." You blurted out without thinking, though there was no regret.

"Maybe we can show you the recording... but the live version sounds better." From your peripherals, Rosé's coy smile turned into a wide eyed expression at what her best friend had just said. Lisa knew how to deliver lines.

You were glad you initially steered the conversation in this direction, because they had taken the reigns and driven it full force.

"Well, this TMI got way out of hand, though I don't think you're complaining." Rosé looked down at your bulge and then up at you. "Are there any fantasies you've had about us?"

"Or have you just jerked off to our pictures?" chimed in Lisa. "It's okay, you can answer honestly... Sometimes when I'm alone and porn isn't doing it for me, I scroll through my Rosie wank bank and get off to her. It usually works".

"Lisa!" Rosé's blush was accompanied by a mischievous smile. "Wait... Only usually?"

"Relax, when it's not enough I whip out one of our recordings."

You can't help but notice that Lisa said recordings, plural.

"You watch them without me? said Rosé whilst pouting her lips.

"Sorry babe, you know I can't help myself sometimes."

At this point you're at full mast and could listen to them talk about these things forever, but without wanting to fade into the background, you speak up. "Okay, the thought of that is unbelievably hot and I have so many questions.” You paused to think momentarily. “Why don't we play a little game, I'll tell you about one of my fantasies if you tell me one of yours".

Rosé raises her eyebrows. "So you do fantasize about us?"

"The secret's out, I guess." You said in a playful way, knowing full well that no one in this room thought that was a secret.

"Okay, we'll take you up on this game, since there's two of us and one of you, we'll start." Rosé looks over to Lisa after saying this.

Lisa claps her hands together. "Well seeing as you mentioned that their were three of us... I want to be eaten out and fucked at the same time."

The fact that Lisa said this with the implication being Rosé and yourself made you audibly groan. This might be a lot more wild than you initially thought.

"You really dived into the deep end huh Lili." Rosé spoke aloud the thought you had.

"Mine might seem a bit tame in comparison, but I've kinda got a thing for legs." As you say this, your eyes trail over to Rosé. Unlike Lisa, she was in full comfy mode, wearing a tight blue top that to your delight exposed her toned midriff. Below that were her slim legs, which in her high waisted sweatpants looked particularly long. Rosé was watching you scan her legs, and noticed when your focus didn't stop at her ankles but kept venturing further down to her bare feet. You quickly looked up to her face hoping she wasn't overly observant, but she returned your gaze with a knowing look.

"You like my legs? I'm sure there's something we can do about that." she said whilst shuffling closer to you on the tiled floor, stretching her legs out teasingly so that they were within arms reach of you. "I suppose it's my turn then. Hmm..." Rosé tilted her face to one side and looked up as she gave it a moment of thought. "I'd like to take a guy's load and share it with another girl."

You could barely believe the words that were coming out of their mouths. Rosé had already pointed out the bulge in your pants a few minutes ago, and had now decided to do something about it. Having already moved closer, Rosé lifted her leg and placed a foot on your hardness. It would be ignorant of you to think that idols would always have perfectly prim and pristine bodies from head to toe, but in Rosé's case this seemed to be true.

Lisa bit her lip and crossed her legs over as she watched her friend make her advances. Rosé simply looked at you whilst gently biting the inside of her cheek. With her arms leaning behind her on the floor for support, she started to add more pressure and move her sole up and down your crotch, giving you a footjob through your pants.

Getting impatient, Lisa, who at this point was clearly trying to tighten her legs together to get some kind of friction, quickly decided that wasn't enough and instead reached for the buttons on her shorts and started to take them off, but not in typical fashion. Lalisa stood up and turned around, her body line turning into an incredible figure that you wished you could burn into your memory. At the centre of this artistic sculpture was her luscious ass, which was only highlighted more as she bent over and looked back at you with those unmistakable fuck-me eyes. She then peeled her tight shorts down, using her hands to guide them along. She glided her hands across her legs at the same time, like she was a present you’ve always wanted unwrapping itself in front of you. Once her shorts had hit the tiles, you imagined what it would be like taking her in this position, and all the kinds of things you wanted to do to her ass.

Her little routine wasn’t over though. On the way up, in one fluid motion her hand trailed up along the inside of her thigh, leading to her panties that she rubbed from her ass all the way to her clit. She shivered at the first real physical stimulation felt since this little session started. The simple act of stripping off her own shorts was striking. She certainly lived up to her main dancer mantle.

Your cock twitched achingly at Lisa’s strip tease. In response, Rosé found the head of your manhood through the fabric and, to the best of her ability, curled her toes around it. “Whilst this is fun, there’s only so much of your cock that I can feel through your clothes, and I want it in me, not in your pants.”

“You mean in us.” said Lisa as she kneeled down next to Rosé.

“Sorry babe, you’re right” and one of your untold fantasies unfolded before your eyes, as Rosé leaned in to Lisa’s lips and pressed them across her own. Lisa met Rosé's tongue with no resistance, letting it slip into her mouth and explore within her. The realisation that this seemed so natural to them showed that it was clearly nothing new, all the while Rosé continued massaging you.

You gently caressed her foot, before begrudgingly removing it from your crotch. The strain of your cock through your pants was starting to hurt a little from how turned on you were. You stood up and closed the short distance to where they were still locked on to each other, mouth on mouth. You wondered how familiar they were with getting each other’s lips wet. Lisa was caressing her hands through Rosé's hair, who in return had her hands fondling Lisa’s cute tits. Apparently, the answer to your previous thought was, very much so.

When Rosé pinched her best friend’s nipple, Lisa let out a moan in her throat that reverberated into Rosé's mouth, letting her know that her actions were appreciated.

Rosé briefly opened her eyes, and saw your hard tent was now at eye level next to them. She pulled her tongue out of Lisa’s mouth and gave her a quick peck on the lips before turning to unzip your pants.

Lisa wrapped her arms around Rosé's waist and leant her head on her shoulders, watching as Rosé finally pulled your cock free. “Mmm, did all of our foreplay and teasing get you this hard? Just for us?” She said with a foxy little smile, knowing full well that you were hard as a rock the moment the topic of fantasies came up.

And with that she grabbed the base of your cock and started pumping up and down. The first jerk alone was enough to cause pre cum to leak out onto your head, which Rosé- observant as ever, quickly noticed and used it to start lubing up your rod. “Mmm c’mon Lisa, don’t pretend you’re shy.”

Lisa was seemingly preoccupied, as she had adjusted her head on Rosé's shoulder so that she was now sucking her neck, and the hands which were around her waist now pulled her towards her own body. Lisa was seemingly grinding her pussy against Rosé's hipbone. It wasn't a move that you had ever seen before, but it was hot nonetheless.

Rosé, who was unfazed by this, gathered her hand that was intertwined with Lisa’s and slid them both together over your cock, forming a hand cradle. What followed was a double handed jerk off, as the two girls of your dreams slid their hands together over the full length of your cock, from base to head, down and back up, their hands still laced over each other as well as over your cock. You revelled in the experience, thinking about how much more there was to come. You quickly stripped off your shirt, and looked down to the pleasing rendition before you.

Both sets of eyes were now looking up at you with hungry expressions. Rosé unclasped her hand and moved her mouth towards your balls, sucking them into the warmth of her mouth. Lisa continued pumping your cock, moving her hand down towards the lower half. You anticipated why she might do this, until your cock head was resting on the wetness of her laid out tongue.

“You know, Rosé's spit is still probably in my mouth.” She said, then quickly took in half the length of your cock inside her mouth. The thought of Blackpink’s shared fluids in each other and on your cock had you throbbing in Lisa’s mouth. Just to make sure, Rosé took a pause from sucking on your balls. After Lisa had bobbed up and down your shaft a couple times, Rosé interrupted her by placing a hand around her neck, gently choking the girl and causing her to stop the brief yet blissful blowjob. Confused as to why Rosé had pulled her best friend off of your cock, your confusion was quickly replaced with a look of awe as she pulled Lisa’s mouth open. The younger girl instinctively laid her tongue out and looked up at Rosé with puppy dog eyes. And then Rosé spat. in. her. mouth. Lisa grinned in return then returned to take the length of your cock down her throat, gagging ever so slightly when she reached the base. When her pretty pink lips pulled away from your cock, you were connected by a trail of spit and pre cum.

“There, now our spit is definitely mixed together all over your cock.”

Lisa wasn’t swimming, yet a new wave of liquid had started to leak under her from Rosé's ministrations. She moved her black panties to the side and started rubbing her clit, whilst returning to give you head.

You felt her slide her tongue along your frenulum and shaft whilst encasing you between her lips. Rosé massaged your balls with one hand and used her other to wrap it around the base of your shaft. Their teamwork and rhythm was undeniable. Whether it was through years of training and performing together, or experience in getting their partners off- each other or different people (or both), the pleasure you were feeling far succeeded your expectations. Lisa would skilfully envelop your shaft with her mouth, bobbing up and down. When she slurped down further, Rosé gave the base of your shaft two quick jerks. On Lisa’s every upwards motion, Rosé used the extra length available on your cock to give you a slower pump in a twisting motion, whilst Lisa sucked hard on your head. They continued doing this again and again, all the while Rosé continued to massage your balls with her free hand, and their eye contact fucked you on a whole other level.

Lisa moaned onto your cock, and gazing past her slutty little face, you saw she was still getting herself off. Two small pools of liquid had formed on the floor, one beneath Lisa’s pussy; her leaked juices made you wonder what she tasted like. The other was the puddle of spit below your cock and their mouths, which had transpired from the increasingly sloppy blowjob.

You felt a familiar rising wave. Wanting to prolong this dream-like situation, you stepped back to pull away, at which Lisa looked at you with pouty lips and an expression of neediness, whilst Rosé spoke up.

“You were about to cum weren’t you, I could feel it in your balls.” she said with a devious smile. “Lisa’s mouth does feel good doesn’t it.” After which she turned and licked up along Lisa’s cheek playfully, and turned back to look at you with her mouth open in a smile and her tongue lifted up to to the top of her teeth.

“That felt like heaven and then some.” You explained. “But I don’t want to cum just yet.”

“It’s all good, I’ve got an idea” Rosé grabbed Lisa’s hand again and stood up, motioning for Lisa to follow suit.

Noticing the girly mess she had made on the floor, Lisa started an apology to her best friend. “My bad Chae, I leaked on your floor a little.” Considering she hadn’t cum yet, ‘a little’ seemed like an understatement. This girl was dripping.

Rosé replied with even more fantasy fuel. “Don’t worry Lili, you get cum on my bed sheets all the time, these floors are easy to clean in comparison.” And with that you all moved into Rosé's bedroom, hopefully on your way to ruin her bed sheets anyway.

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Chapter 2 - 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓼 fulfilled

Apart from a hoodie that was lying on the floor, Rosé's bedroom was about as photogenic as her. An observation of clean and cute was as far as your quick scan of the area allowed before the girls drew your attention again.

Amazingly, Rosé was still fully clothed. Lisa- desperate to continue, quickly undid Rosé's shorts and dropped them to the floor, but not without giving Rosé's ass cheek a playful bite. “Lisa-yah!” yelped Rosé, with her eyes wide open and mouth agape in a similarly playful expression.

“Can’t help myself Rosie, I’m just extra horny today, don’t know why.”

“Lili I think we know why.” She said, giving you a coy look. “Why’re you just standing in the doorway Y/N?” “It’s okay, you can come into my room, it’s not the only thing of mine you’re gonna be coming in anyway.” Your cock twitched at her comment, causing Rosé to smirk as she knew the effect her words had on you.

“I want to see all of you Rosé.” You looked at her shirt and panties, then at Lisa, indicating with your eyes. Lisa understood and stood behind her best friend. Returning the favour from earlier, she cupped her perky little tits through her white top and started to pinch her nipples.

“Mmm, naughty Rosie isn’t wearing a bra.” said Lisa as she placed her head over Rosé's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

Rosé returned eye contact and replied “Well yeah I’m just at home, you walk around here with far less clothes than an absent bra sometimes.” She then proceeded to reach behind her, and although Rosé's body was currently blocking you from seeing it, you could take a good guess as to what she had dipped her fingers into given the surprisingly loud wet sound that emanated.

In what is half soft purring and half actual words, Lisa responds “Me walking around your house naked? You shouldn’t say such slanderous things Rosie.” You find it both humorous and an extreme turn on that Lisa is saying this whilst her fellow group members’ fingers are buried deep in her dripping pussy.

Even though you were meant to be cooling off, you can’t help but stroke your cock to the image before you. Ever so slowly, you pumped your shaft as Lisa lifted Rosé's shirt over her head, forcing the girl to pull her fingers out so that she could hold her arms up. As she did this, you managed to catch 2 of her fingers glistening in the air against the sunlight that shimmered through the curtains. Seeing Lisa’s wetness sparkle on Rosé's fingers was not a fantasy you thought you had, but it is a memorable moment for sure. With her top now removed, you drink in the sight of Rosé's tits. They aren’t huge, but they’re shapely and match her frame well. Subconsciously, you increased the pace of your stroking in appreciation, which doesn't go unnoticed by Rosé who bites on her lip as she watches you jerk off to her. “Better than getting off to pictures of us over the internet?” She toys.

Before you can think of a good reply, Lisa spins her around so that Rosé's ass is facing you. She gives you a quick glance, then starts to peel her chingu's panties off using just her teeth. Apparently Lisa took stripping classes at YG because she sure knew how to put on a show.

Rosé bent her knees slightly and leaned forward on the bed, knowing the angles that made her ass look good. Before you is a cute bubble butt, definitely not as big as Lisa’s, but round and firm. You wonder how it’s possible for them to look so damn good, but then remember that as idols, half of their work is training, dancing, and performing, and to look visual as fuck whilst doing it. What most of the public doesn’t necessarily realise though, is how mouth drooling they look even under their clothes. With no safety shorts to impede your view, Rosé looked gorgeous. Being nude, this is the most leggy you’ve ever seen her, and in her bent over position, her pussy shined back at you. Even from this small distance, you could see that she had a very neat innie that made you want to dive in. Turning back around to face you made her clean shaven mound apparent.

You walked forward from your spot at the doorframe. Lisa was still wearing her bralette and super crop top, and her panties were so soaked that a wet line started to drip down her thigh. Eyeing what remained of her outfit, you came to a decision: “That crop top stays on, everything else needs to go.”

“If that’s what you want, daddy.” She said in a sultry yet innocent tone that practically makes you melt.

Rosé kneeled down behind Lisa, and took off her panties. There’s no show this time, but no complaints are to be heard either, as Rosé immediately dived into her best friends pussy, enabling moans to echo through the room.

You waste no time and unhook Lisa’s bralette. With just her super crop on to shape her shoulders, it laid just over her chest without covering her tits, which jiggled pleasantly as she had taken over stroking your cock, the rest of her now butt-naked. It was like an X rated dance practice outfit. You transfer Lisa’s moans into your own mouth as you moved in for a kiss. She welcomed your tongue into herself, and once again with unbeatable rhythm, she matched the pace of her handjob with the rate at which she sucked and licked at your tongue. You could only imagine that Rosé was somehow tongue-fucking her pussy to a similar beat.

“Alright, time for that idea I had” perks up Rosé. She directed Lisa to get on the bed- face down, ass up, whilst you stood at the edge, leaving enough room for Rosé to take her place in front of you. It looked to be a king size bed, which you have a not so slight suspicion is due to the fact that Lisa spends a lot of time in here as well. Rosé kneeled on her knees, facing Lisa, and continued her oral session. Feeling a little confused as to why she wanted you here, you begin to realise what Rosé's idea was. She lifted up the lower half of her legs into the air and fluttered her toes at you, behind which rested both her thighs held tightly together, and above that thigh gap was of course the beautiful folds of her pussy.

Rosé's a queen, yet she knows how to serve. Before you was an elegant three course meal of your very own Rosé banquet.

“There’s lube in that bedside drawer, bottom shelf.” said Rosé as she lifted up her head from Lisa’s cunt, gesturing towards the mahogany drawer with pussy juice dripping deliciously around her mouth. “Or you can borrow some of Lisa.” She said with a wink and a lick of her lips before burying her face back down into her meal, allowing Lisa’s increasingly louder moans to continue.

As hot as Rosé's latter suggestion sounded, you didn't want to interrupt, as Lisa has been chasing that orgasm since the start of the night. You moved over to where the bedside table was and opened the bottom drawer. The contents were a bit more intense than you were expecting. You spotted a few dildos and vibrators, the two most noticeable of which were a rabbit vibrator (the ones that have an extra nub shaped like rabbit ears to stimulate the clit), and a long double ended dildo that was half black, half pink. Apparently even in their sex lives they remained on brand.

Other items included a roll of condoms and the bottle of lube you were initially looking for- but quickly became of less interest, as you saw a pair of handcuffs, and at the bottom, a small set of Polaroid pictures. They had the typical dreamy summer vibes that Polaroids produced, but upon looking at the images more closely you noticed they were of not just Rosé, or even just Chalisa, but all the Blackpink members. In most of the pics the subjects were framed as either nude or close to it, in a satisfyingly tasteful way, despite the fact that you could tell they were taken either pre, mid, or post sex. You suddenly felt a bit of guilt, as if you were intruding on these intimate moments that were only meant for them. But when Lisa’s squeals tuned you back in, you glanced over at Rosé who had paused to give you her trademark bedroom eyes and wiggled her butt and feet in the air despite the items you were holding. She didn’t mind you seeing her intimate drawer but she did mind that you weren’t fucking her right now.

“Do I need this?” you asked her dutifully, whilst holding up one of the condom packets.

“Nah, remember what I said earlier? I want you to finish in me, not in some latex. Don’t worry, we’re both on the pill.”

Lisa, despite her sounds of exasperation, managed to chime in “Chae loves cum too much to not be on the pill.”

Rosé didn’t even respond, and instead just returned her tongue and fingers to Lisa’s folds.

“If you think there’s a lot going on in that drawer, just wait until you see what Jennie and Jisoo have.” Lisa’s statement left a lasting impression.

Returning back to the bed, you planted yourself on the ground behind Rosé. If she’s offering everything in front of you, you weren't gonna turn her down. Already knowing in which order you’ll fuck Rosé's bits, you pour some of the lube over your cock and then some over the soles and along the insides of her feet, which she already had hovered in the air for you, squeezed together. You quickly grabbed a pillow and placed them under her knees to hopefully help alleviate some of the roughness of the floor.

With your cock lined up, you started thrusting between her soles. To add more stimulation you pushed them together, tightening the hole that formed between them. She started to move her legs slightly back and forth to match your thrusts. Like the rest of her body, her feet were pretty and clean, and it’s a unique visual to see your cock pumping between them. Further up on the bed, the rapid squelching sounds coming from between Rosé's face and Lisa’s legs announced her approaching orgasm.

“Fuck yes Rosie, fuck fuck fuck.” Screamed Lisa as her cunt trembled around Rosé's fingers and mouth. The older girl continued her movements, only slowly subsiding once Lisa stopped shaking. Lisa allowed the last waves of her orgasm to ride through her. “You eat me out so good Chae.” She said before flipping onto her back, head towards Rosé and lying still in an effort to catch her breath.

Throughout all this you continued to fuck Rosé’s feet. After a couple dozen thrusts, you realised that you were both too worked up to keep the foot job going, and that this was generally better served as foreplay or when everyone wasn't ridiculously horny.

Your thought process was reinforced when you placed her legs back down and noticed her pussy leaking some cream. Not a clear, dripping wetness like Lisa, but a small trail of creamy white. Rosé got up and pushed you down to a seated position on the edge of her bed. Straddling you, she says "I'm sorry, I know you want to fuck my legs, but my pussy is literally creaming for your cock right now so it'll have to wait for another day."

The fact that Rosé basically invited you to come fuck her again after today was more than enough reason for you to accept her apology. “Lili, guide his cock for me.”

Lisa, who had seemingly recovered enough from her orgasm, got up off the bed with her tongue between her teeth and a devilish smile. You wondered what she was thinking about. Taking her spot behind Rosé, you felt a warm hand wrap itself around the base of your cock, as it aimed your head towards her best friends opening. You were aching to be inside Rosé’s flower, and she was aching to have your stem inside of her.

Once she felt your tip teasing her entrance, Rosé allowed her weight to fall down until her pussy lips met Lisa’s hand. The top half of your cock was buried inside Blackpink’s main vocalist, whilst the main dancer had her fingers curled around the bottom half. The moment is so cathartic that you had to strain yourself from not nutting then and there. Rosé continued to push downwards against Lisa’s hand, signalling that she wanted more. Instead of letting go completely, Lisa unfurled her fingers one at a time to allow for Rosé's pussy to swallow more of your cock, until she’s only holding the very base with the O shape of her curled thumb and index finger. Rosé bottoms out, meaning Lisa’s hand is now laying flat against your pubic area, with your cock jutting out between her fingers. She flips her hand over so that her palm is facing upwards. Rosé had now taken your full length, her creamy walls feeling like bliss. You attest being able to push through her unbelievable tightness on the first thrust to her determination, and that she was visibly creamy from all the action that had happened tonight before any attention was given to her pussy.

Rosé started to lift upwards, and then down again, finding a rhythm, but her pussy was not alone in this endeavour. Every time Rosé flexed and relaxed her hips and legs to sink down on your cock and then up again, Lisa matched this by keeping her hand in the same position as before. Palm up, her middle and ring fingers encasing either side of your cock. By matching the pace of the ride, she always kept her hand just under Rosé’s pussy. In doing this, she was not only giving you a two finger handjob, but she was also curling her fingers up to rub her best friends lips and clit, all the whilst Rosé continued to ride the soul out of you.

The sounds of squelching and yours and Rosé’s moaning filled the room. The subtle bouncing of her tits every time she dropped from the summit was adorable. Seeing you eye fuck her tits, Rosé flicked her hair so that you could get better access. You moved in and took her left nipple in your mouth, whilst cupping her other boob. The hardness of her nipples became even more evident as your swirled your tongue around one and pinched the other. As her pussy continuously clamped you, up and down, You felt Rosé’s hands on the back of your head, pulling you closer. Her fingers ran through your hair and massaged your scalp as you alternated between sucking on her tits. Rosé fully took the length of your cock inside of her and switched to a back and forth grinding motion.

With her mouth free and Rosé’s ass in front of her, Lisa determined there was an obvious move to make.

“Lisa-yah!” Rosé suddenly yelped. “ I thought this was meant to be your fantasy.

Lisa pauses her ministrations to reply. "Turns out I wanted to be on the giving end as well." Curious as to what was happening, you unlatched from Rosé’s tits and looked behind her slim waist. Lisa had halted her finger work from the two of you and was instead spreading her best friends ass, tongue deep inside Rosé’s tight little asshole.

Continuing with her grinding, you yourself almost yelp as Rosé clenched her pussy walls tighter on your cock, her velvety insides hugging you closer.

“Rosé…” You groan, feeling yourself getting closer. Leaning over, she whispers into your ear. "Don’t be a stranger, you can call me by my real name.”

This was a small added intimacy that you were more than happy to abide by. "Do you like having my cock inside you... Park Chaeyoung?" You say in a deep playful tone, but it's followed quickly by a moan as she squeezes her cunt around your cock even harder upon hearing you call her by her real name.

Lisa interjects - "You just squeezed his cock didn't you Chae? Holy fuck you must be tight right now, some of your cream leaked out when you did.” From behind Chaeyoung's ass you can see Lisa eye fucking the creamy pussy in front of her, before looking up at you and saying "I love when she squeezes herself around my fingers or tongue, makes me feel like a good girl.”

“Or a bad girl, depending on how you look at it" you say, in which Lisa responds with a coy smile and sticks her tongue out playfully, which to your delight she sticks back in to her chingu's awaiting ass. "Lisa, I love you, but good girls don't tongue fuck each others assholes" she says whilst trying to hold in a moan. Lisa pulls out "well I can stop if you'd like" she says, tilting her head down and pouting her lips in a teasing way that she knew would drive Chaeyoung crazy, but without even turning around, Chaeyoung rests her hand on Lisa's head and pulls her back into her ass, "don't you dare stop, I'm close". Seeing as she looked you dead in the eyes during those words you took it she wasn't just talking to Lisa. This time you take the reigns and start bucking your hips up into her. Chaeyoung lets out the moan she was holding a moment ago, the loudest of the night so far.

Pumping with all the energy you have in you, you buck your hips up into the girl, relentlessly pounding her pussy with your rod. You keep a rigid hold of her waist, minimising her movements to allow Lisa to continue her tongue work.

“Unghf, yes, yes, keep fucking me Y/N, I’m so close, treat me like your little cum hungry slut. My pussy needs your cum. My pussy needs your cum like my asshole needs my best friends tongue. FUCK” she squeals, as you deliver the words “milk the cum out of my cock with your pussy, Chaeyoung” and with the most satisfying O face you’ve ever seen, her eyes rolls back and her pussy cinches around your cock tighter than it has all night. Her creamy walls start to ripple around your manhood, and when her facial expression alone was enough to send you over the edge, you thrust balls deep one more time and then plummet over. Her cunt milks you for load after load, as white as the flashing of your vision. The culminating overload of realising that you really are in Rosé‘s apartment, fucking her and Lisa, and the waves of your climax has you in pure, absolute bliss.

With your cock still inside her, Chaeyoung wraps her arms around your neck, nuzzling her head into your shoulder. She’s clearly gone into a state of lazy post-sex dreamy mode, and you don’t blame her. Holding on to you tight like she doesn’t want to ever let go, you wrap one arm around her smooth waist, and explore the ridges of her spine and ribs with the other hand.

“Don’t let that cream go to waste Lili” mumbles Chaeyoung from your neck. “Remember what I said about wanting to share cum?”

“Leave it to me Rosie” and with that Lisa gently lifted Chaeyoung’s ass until your cock slipped out of her pussy, the both of you wincing slightly from the post-nut sensitivity.

The gentlest little moans emanated from Chaeyoung as Lisa started lapping up the dripping creampie, no, YOUR dripping creampie from her best friend's pussy. You didn’t have the view to see it, but the sight of Lisa’s eyes peaking over Chaeyoung’s ass as she licked up the combined cream of your cum and her fellow group member was more than enough. “I know you’re both puckered out right now, but after tasting all this cum I’m getting sopping wet again and I’m gonna have to go for round two.” Some of her words were a little unclear, as she spoke without trying to let any cum fall out. You smiled at Lisa’s request as she dived back in. Once her mouth was full of the contents of Chaeyoung’s pussy, she gathered the cum from your sensitive cock using three fingers and licked that up too. She then sat back on her knees and waited like a good girl.

Chaeyoung pushed up off of you and swayed over to Lisa. You watched as the two sloppily made out, transferring creamy white substances into each other’s mouths. Lisa stuck her tongue out, looking first at her best friend and then making direct eye contact with you. Chaeyoung’s creamy cum, your hot load, and the girls’ spit coating her mouth and smooth pink tongue, forming multiple trails between her top and bottom lips as she opened her mouth wide.

Chaeyoung wrapped her luscious lips around Lisa's tongue, bobbing up and down like a pseudo-blowjob. Once Lisa’s jaw got tired, she pushed down on Chaeyoung’s shoulders to get her on a lower elevation. Lisa then loomed over Chaeyoung’s mouth from a distance and let what remained of her creamy reservoir out of her mouth. Like a thick bubbling waterfall, the cum travelled through the air down into Lake Chaeyoung’s awaiting mouth.

Before today, the most you had seen of Chaeyoung and Lisa was the occasional outfit that showed off a little extra, or them twerking on stage, yet here you were watching them savour and play with your cum in each other’s holes.

It was filthy, it was slutty, and it was pure fucking fantasy fuel.

“Tur around, get on the beb with your asshup” Chaeyoung could only half enunciate the words in trying to contain all the cum in her mouth, though she wasn’t fully succeeding as some was dribbling out the corner of her mouth and down onto her perky little tits. Regardless, Lisa got the memo, as for the second time that night, she quickly planted herself face down, ass up on the bed. In this position, her ass had never looked better, and you could already feel yourself returning to hardness. You wondered just how much time Lisa spent in this position.

Just when you thought the cum tales might be over, Chaeyoung scooched over in prime position to eat her best friend’s ass. Instead of swallowing the cum, she spat some of it out and proceeded to make out with Lisa’s asshole. Cum. And. Spit. Dripped. Everywhere. Lisa was moaning into the bed sheets, and as if there wasn’t enough, her pussy started leaking out again. Chaeyoung was alternating between finger fucking and tongue fucking all the natural lube into her Lisa's asshole. Once she seemed satisfied, she wiggled under Lisa into a sixty-nine position, and sucked her pussy folds into her mouth.

After watching the two eat each other out for a bit, Lisa turned her head around and faced you. “C’mon Y/N, you can’t tell me that after all that you’re not hard again, Chae didn’t lube up my ass with cum-lube for nothing.” She said whilst shaking her ass in the air. Suffice to say you were at full mast again, so you took your place behind Lisa’s ass. She giggled as you tapped your cock on her cheeks, admiring the shape and firmness of it.

“Oh my god Lalisa Manoban keep rubbing that, fuck yes.” You couldn’t see Chaeyoung’s pussy from here but it made you smile knowing these two knew how to get each other off so good.

Holding your cock by the base, you pushed just the head into Lisa’s asshole. “Ugh, yeah keep going deeper, I can take it all.” You didn’t doubt her, especially with how slick and wet it was, but you wanted to see if you could make her beg for it. Once your whole tip was inside her ass, you pulled out, rubbed it along the length of her pussy that Chaeyoung wasn’t occupying with her mouth, then pushed just the head back in. After repeating this a few times Lisa quipped “Y/N please I need you to pound my ass, stop teasing me.” She tried to twerk it back into you but her best friend had her arms locked around her waist, preventing Lisa from getting much movement.

Chaeyoung’s sparkling eyes from below caught your attention. You couldn’t see her mouth but could tell she was smiling. Teasing Lisa when her pussy juices were literally leaking down her leg got Chaeyoung off just as much as it did for you.

You put the tip back into her asshole. “Tell me how bad you want it Lisa.”

“I’m fucking aching for your cock Y/N. You know my ass will make you feel good, lay your pipe in me however you want, just put it in please. Please.” That last word came out like a gentle little cry. And so without remorse you thrusted the full length of your cock into Lalisa’s tight asshole. Lisa screamed in delight as you pumped away, rearranging her guts. Her ass cheeks clapped rhythmically every time your hips rammed into her from behind. You were reminded that Lisa got her wish from earlier, as loud slurping sounds came from where Chaeyoung’s mouth connected to Lisa’s pussy, which was dripping like a faulty faucet.

You took a healthy handful of Lisa’s ass cheek and squeezed, taking a moment to appreciate that you were indeed fucking the Lisa Manoban’s ass. You gave her a good couple spanks just for good measure. This was clearly up Lisa’s alley, as she said “mmm fuck yes Y/N, rough fuck me from behind like the slut I am.” With your cock filling her up, all of the cum lube from before had started to drip out of her ass and run down her cheeks, until it made its way through her pussy folds. Chaeyoung was there at the end of the stream, ready to lap it all up.

“She likes having her hair pulled whilst your inside of her.”

“Chaengie, stop exposing me!” quipped Lisa, as if she wasn’t already fully exposed, her pussy eaten and her ass spread open.

You leaned forward and bunched up Lisa’s hair in your hand. Pulling her head back as you pounded her back end, making sure to deliver more spanks as she shivered in pleasure.

It didn’t take long before Lisa moaned between gasps of air “I’m gonna… cum… already. Don’t stop fucking that hole Y/N… keep sucking my clit… right there Cha- OH”

Lisa came like an unhinged sprinkler, her body rippling and coiling in all the right places, and Chaeyoung had to close her eyes as Lisa started to gush and squirt all over her pretty little face.

You kept fucking Lisa throughout her orgasm, but she eventually pulled forwards slightly from over stimulation. You pulled your cock out of her ass, promising to yourself in your head that you’d return to that tight cavern one day.

Noticing your hard on floating in the air, Chaeyoung wiped her hand across her face like she had just been submerged in a pool, except instead of water it was Lisa’s squirty cum. With her hand now slick with girl juice, she reached up and started to pump your cock. Evidently, these two were fans of using cum as lube. But like fuck, you were too after tonight.

“Chaeyoung, shift down towards the edge more.” As she complied, you gently pulled Lisa along so that her pussy lined up with Chaeyoung’s mouth. Her head was now hanging off of the bed slightly, exactly where you wanted it. You placed your thumb on Chaeyoung’s lips and swiped it across them. They returned to their position with a slight bounce. Without even needing to say the words, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue looked as inviting as ever. Using Lisa’s ass as a handhold, you bent your knees until Chaeyoung’s mouth was on fucking level, and in one thrust you glided along her tongue until you hit her throat. As expected, Chaeyoung’s throat shared similar properties with her pussy: incredibly tight and the perfect sleeve for your cock. You revelled in the feeling of her warm tongue and throat massaging your rod. Each thrust was a delight. Damn these two idols knew how to take dick.

Even though you had already cum once, you knew you wouldn’t last long throatfucking Chaeyoung like this, so after a few more savouring thrusts you pulled out. “Hey, where are you going..?” Chaeyoung asked, as if her food was being taken away mid meal.

You answered her question with an action, slowly pushing the full length of your member into Lisa’s glorious pussy, which was accompanied by a gentle moan. You continued alternating between Chaeyoung’s upside down mouth and Lisa’s cunt, one slow thrust at a time. It was hard to tell which was more slippery.

“Making it last and still fucking us both at the same time? Don’t worry Y/N, this isn’t the last time we’re doing this, I can tell you that right now.” Lisa’s words reassured you, as did her pussy wrapped around your cock.

“Where do you want my 2nd load?”

“Your call Lisa, he already came insid-“ The end of her sentence was cut short, as you had just pulled out of Lisa and stuffed Chaeyoung’s mouth full again.

“My mouth is a bit dry Y/N, why don’t you quench my thirst?”

“You’ll have to turn around then Lisa, get your sexy little mouth over here, I’ve been close for a while now.”

She quickly hopped off from on top of Chaeyoung and swivelled around to face you (but she returned to lying on top of Chaeyoung anyway). You tapped on Lisa’s open tongue with your cock, and then watched it disappear as you thrust your hips forward.

“I like watching my best friend swallow your cock Y/N. She wants your cum. Are you gonna give it to her? Please cum down her throat, she's a dirty fucking cum whore babe, let it all out babe, nut in her, please.”

Chaeyoung’s accent as she pleaded for you to cum down Lisa’s throat sent you spiralling. She was a main vocalist in more than just singing. You thrust deep into Lisa's mouth one last time before groaning loudly. Hot spurts of cum coated Lisa’s mouth pipe, who greedily swallowed it all down. She wasn’t lying when she said she was thirsty.

You pulled out of Lisa’s mouth after your cock stopped twitching, now feeling well and truly spent.

"You really swallowed it all huh?" Chaeyoung noted.

"It's only fair, you got his creampie earlier."

You collapsed onto the bed next to Chaeyoung, whilst they casually discussed your cum and the places it went.

Lisa looked over to face you with a sly grin. "You should come over again sometime, maybe we'll give you that audio recording."

“Come over again? Does that mean you’re kicking me out now?”

Lisa shook her head apologetically. That’s not what she meant.

Chaeyoung's hand stretched out behind her to find its place interlocked with yours, as if to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. "No, stay with us… tonight. But after that you should come over again, but only for the recording, no other reason." She teased in a sleepy voice.

"Really, no other reason?" You responded.

"Hmm, none that I can think off." She gently squeezed your hand, reassuring you of all the reasons that went unspoken.

A/N: How do people churn out smuts this long whilst still retaining some level of quality? I feel like I just submitted an assignment. Grade my paper and leave me feedback! Also, writing Rosé's name with the tilde above the e every time isn't worth it.

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shy!reader first slow dance being in the fridge light with steve bc shes too nervous to dance in public :’((

It was easier when there wasn’t anyone else there. No prying eyes, judging looks. The music was soft and sweet, the crackle and pop of the record player soothing something inside of your soul and it took the anxiety of it all away.

You hadn’t meant to hurt Steve’s feelings when you shook your head and squirmed when he asked you to dance. You wanted to dance, especially with him, but the bar was crowded, the makeshift dance floor less so and you could already see the way onlookers were staring at the way Eddie was swinging Robin around it.

They weren’t rude about it. They weren’t whispering, or gossiping. They were just looking. But that was bad enough.

But Steve saw the way your eyes flashed with something that looked like regret. But he soothed the furrow between your brow with a soft finger and a knowing look. He sat back down beside you and drank his beer with you tucked into his side, his lips at your hairline in between conversation with Jonathan, a quiet affection that made your racing heart a little softer.

He came out of the shower the next night to find you in the kitchen, record player on, a buzzing static between piano and guitar. The tap was running, lemon scented bubbles filling the sink, the refrigerator left open as you forgot about dinner, swaying on the tiles instead, pasta pot simmering on the stove. The light came out of the open door in a warm glow, your own personal spotlight.

The boy watched from the shadows by the doorframe, hair still damp and messy, sweatpants low, shirt threadbare. Soft. Sleep ready.

His smile was even nicer, even lovelier as he let his eyes settle on you. His shy girl who had no problem dancing at home. Every move you made was gentle, like you were still seconds away from second guessing yourself but the way your hips swayed from side to side had Steve mesmerised. You rolled your neck, let your arms leave your side, lashes fluttering against your cheeks, humming to the same then the record player sang.

You started when his hands found your waist, warm from his shower, the smell of his shampoo and your body wash engulfing him. He grinned, pressed it to your neck with a kiss, his chest to your back and you were glad for it, lest he see the heat across your cheeks at being caught.

“Dinner and a free show, huh?” Steve murmured, and his voice was sticky, thick with adoration and it made you smile despite your embarrassment. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You turned in his arms, bashful, nose scrunched ‘cause it was always hard to take a compliment but you were trying, for Steve’s sake. So you granted him a kiss for his sweetness, lips pressed to his chin, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. He hummed in thanks, nose bumping yours before he ducked his chin down to catch you for a real one, lips pushed gently between your own for a kiss that had you breathing a little heavier than before.

The tap was still running, the bubbles overwhelming, the pasta boiling now, the macaroni probably too soft.

“Dance with me?” He asked, even though he’d already threaded his fingers through yours, stepping away from you, only to pull you back into him.

The record player crackled and a new song began, softer and sweeter than the first. The refrigerator light made everything peach coloured, rose tinted and warm, despite your bare feet on the cold tiles.

How could you say no?

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High Enough

Oneshot: You were a runaway, and his obsession never left you. Fyodor x Reader Idk guys how do you even cop up with this man's personality Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.

"Well well well, look what we have here" Fyodor commented as you took a seat in front of him.

"I am here for delivering the information regarding the recent attacks, don't take this meeting otherwise" You commented, passing him the envelope regarding plans to demolish the ability users.

"I don't like anyone better than you, it's true" Fyodor commented, placing his hand above yours which seemed to be kept above the envelope

That moment you knew shouldn't have come, because all the memories worth spent together came crashing down on you, years flashing down in seconds.

“I'd crawl a mile in a desolate place with the snakes, just for you” Fyodor said as he hugged you close, almost as if he was threatening to choke you to death but you all knew well he wouldn't be able to.

Oh, I'm an animal, hand me a tramadol, gimme the juice You are my citadel, you are my wishing well, my baby blue, oh, oh

He was obsessed with you. The first time you both met, was at the age of 17 when you seemed to bump into him for the first time, running away from your house which wasn't even your home.

He offered you a place to stay, and something you could soon call it a home. Alas, your beauty and personality captured his eyes, which was never to leave his mind.

Time passed as you both filled each other with nothing but your presence and company. It was one of those nights you couldn't have forgotten.

“I used to like liquor to get me inspired” You were drunk and whenever you drank, you couldn't differentiate anything. All seemed strange yet familiar but always felt like a new environment with new people, rather a new person.

“But you look so beautiful,” Fyodor silently commented to himself, as he smiled while you were busying waving the glass of alcohol above your head. “my new supplier?” you said clearly drunk, asking for more as you continued to speak,

"I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking" you paused, clearly looking as if you experienced a headache, but shaking off the feeling you continued, "But I found a different buzz, what is you thinking either ways Fyodor? "

"The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it" he said, sighing as you dropped down the makeshift couch you had near you at the moment.

"I know they got pills that can help you forget it" You joked, as you threw your legs up in the sky, letting the alcohol mess up your brain and functioning.

"They bottle it, call it medicine" He commented, as he took you in his arms to stop you from throwing another silly body movement.

"No silly i was talking about the thing but you know what?"

"Hmm"

"But I don't need drugs" you whispered, slowly being in a fetal position with him, as your body merely inches apart.

"Cause I'm already high enough" And with that you kissed him, still unaware of this occurring due to being drunk.

That moment you knew, it was a wrong move. Day after, regaining your conciseness, you soon came face to face with Fyodor. At first the relationship was normal, ongoing and easy? But you couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty which increased each day. He was acting more possessive and maniac then usual.

"You got me, you got me good" He says while kissing your head.

"I'm already high enough" You joked back as you kisses his cheek.

"I only, I only, I only got eyes for you" He whispers before closing the minimal distance between your lips, his getting tighter then usual as he kisses you passionately.

It was all burning, one moment you were just accidently bumped into a guy and the other moment the area of city was on fire. You had just apologized to the guy for your actions, and in return just brought him his coffee back in the same store where Fyodor had to have his meeting. You were screwed being seen by other guy.

"Do you see anyone other than me?" Fyodor said as he carefully traces your jawline, his eyes showing pure jealously which you swore wasn't even healthy.

"Baby, please" You said, "Let me explain"

"I'll take a hit of whatever you got" He said, walking in the room and playing himself to play his cello.

"Maybe two, maybe three" He said smiling widely, tracing the strings of cello like soft fabric.

"Oh, you're phenomenal, feel like a domino, fall to my knees" He continued, as his words rang your ear. You were slowly losing your sanity with this guy. His words seemed to get the best of you. and if you fall into his words again, you would be nothing but a soulless body for a puppeteer like him.

"I am a malady, you are my galaxy, my sweet relief," He slowly opens his eyes as he stared at your soul, having his smile creep up little by little.

"oh, oh, oh" You cursed mentally, you could escape if you want right now but he was at the door now as his hands traced the door knob, which he twisted to lock up the room.

"I used to like liquor to get me inspired" He was coming close to you know.

"But you look so beautiful, my new supplier" You were getting scared as he seemed to come close. This was getting out of hand.

"I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking" His face was merely an inch apart from yours, "But I found a different buzz"

"The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it" He told, holding your hands which seemed to be cold with fear.

"I know they got pills that can help you forget it" he said, as his hands travel to your face, brushing of your hair which seemed to come in front of your eyes.

"They bottle it, call it medicine" You gained a little confidence to speak up.

"But I don't need drugs" he whispered, as he started to close the gap between you two.

"Cause I'm already high enough"

You were running away again, this time away from the place you called home, away from the man who's sanity lies nowhere you could call a human and away from the lover who once was yours.

"You got me, you got me good" you whispered to yourself, as you found a shelter in nearby motel. His words rang in your ear as if he was just behind you speaking.

"I'm already high enough

I only, I only, I only got eyes for you"

"Don't try to give me cold water" You spoke to Fyodor harshly knowing to well you will be seeing this man soon. What were the odds that you both had to work for the same organization.

I don't wanna sober up

All I see are tomorrows

"Oh, the stars were made for us" Fyodor said, as he stood up, walking towards the exit of the café with the envelope, before whispering to you,

I'm already high enough

You got me, you got me good

"I'm already high enough" He whispered, his hands on your shoulder as he held it tightly, "I only, I only, I only got eyes for you"

In that mere time, the voices in you head started to ring again, his words repeating like a broken record.

I only got eyes for you

I only, I only, I only got eyes for you

Look guys, even i dont know what I write half of the time but this, Writing this was hawt af

Music: High enough by k flay

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In Living Color

Chapter 22 - Part One

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 4,145

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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April 2022

One week.

That’s how long it had been since he walked out of Nat’s apartment and slammed the door behind him. One week ago he had been on a plane, headed to Los Angeles for the weekend for his friend’s bachelor party, but that had been low on his list of priorities, instead more excited to see his Nattie. The separation while filming had been tough and he was so happy to just be able to spend quality time with her, but instead it ended in the two of them speaking for the last time.

That fact still seemed unimaginable. The woman who he had fallen so hard for, the one who he imagined next to him every time he thought of the future, the one who he didn’t want to be without was now out of his life and the pain that it caused inside his heart felt enough to swallow him whole.

With having a couple days off from filming, he had invited some of his friends and coworkers over to his house, breaking out the karaoke machine and planning on a little bit of fun and hoping to get his mind off of Nat. The party had proved to be anything but a distraction, instead only drawing his mind to wondering what Nat was doing that Friday night. Was she as upset as he was? Was Nat sitting on a couch nursing a beer like him wondering how the hell this happened? Or was it worse? Was she happy to be rid of him? Was she out having the time of her life? Was she out on Friday night having fun and ending up in someone else’s arms?

Just that thought had his stomach churning and jealousy flaring. Although the flight back from Los Angeles to Atlanta last weekend after their breakup had been incredibly hard, the shock of everything kept him a little more pain free. Then once he had gotten back, he was thrown into filming, helping to occupy his mind a little bit more. But here, one week later and nothing to do, left him feeling the full reality of the situation for the first time and nothing felt more empty than that. Nothing hurt more than any fleeting itch to send Nat a joke he heard or read, or a picture of Dodger, only to realize he didn’t get to do that anymore. But the one thing he hadn’t deleted, the one that still sat in his phone, mocking him when it sent a reminder notification earlier today, was their would’ve-been upcoming one year anniversary in just two weeks.

“Hey, haven’t you moped enough already for one night?”

At the sound of the familiar voice, Chris turned his head, looking over to see his lifelong friend Josh closing the sliding glass door behind him before stepping out into the late Atlanta evening. It had been a while since the party had ended, the only person lingering being his lifelong friend and assistant, Josh who was now making his way out onto the patio. Chris took a sip at his beer while Josh came to sit across from him, his own drink in hand while Chris insisted, “I’m not moping.”

All his friend did was snicker while nodding toward what Chris was holding in his hand,“The beer says otherwise. That’s what? Your twentieth?”

“I only had three.”

“Maybe you would have been more fun if you would have drank a little more,” Josh chuckled as he sat back.

With a cringe as he thought back to the party he hosted and just how removed he was, Chris couldn’t help but ask, “...Was I that bad?”

“You certainly weren’t yourself,” Josh tried to be a bit more delicate. “You’re usually the life of the party, not hanging around the edges sulking.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a drag,” Chris muttered, picking at some fuzz on his jeans as he finally voiced, “I just can’t believe we’re actually done, Josh. I just can’t get it through my head that Nat isn’t mine anymore.”

He noticed the way Josh was looking at him, almost trying choosing his words before finally just saying, “I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to talk about it. You’ve barely said a word this past week.”

“I just… I thought Nat was it for me.”

“What did you guys even fight over anyway?”

“The promotion that she got,” Chris still struggled to even think about the fact he and Nat weren’t a couple anymore let alone talk about it. He felt like if he could ignore it, then maybe somehow he could find that it somehow wasn’t true. But each time, he came crashing back down to the hard fact that it was true and finally spilled, “She ended up taking this promotion at work moving her to Pixar headquarters overseeing the animators. It’s a good job and all of that, but it’s just not what she wanted. Nat’s been telling me for so long that she wanted to do her own art and how she didn’t want her success to be measured through the societal norms of moving up the ladder and things like that and now she basically is doing just that. It’s just not her.”

“It definitely doesn’t sound like Nat,” Josh nodded as he sipped his beer.

“Right?” Chris felt his emotions stirring all over again. “And then when I kept pointing that out to her, it evolved into this whole fight where she said I wasn’t supporting her and then she basically asked me to leave.”

“Were you supportive of her?”

“I think so,” he shrugged, while thinking back on the fight his brain had churned over and over hundreds of times in the past week. Chris anxiously ran a hand through his hair, gazing over the stars hanging over the small yard as he realized, “I mean, I didn’t support this decision but only because I wanted to help her see this isn’t who she is. This job isn’t what she wants.”

“Obviously it is though,” Josh simply stated, leaning forward as he went on, “supporting doesn’t always mean that you’re agreeing with their decision, but that you’re there for them no matter their decisions.”

A long sigh escaped Chris’ lips while shrugging, “I just don’t want to see Nat make a mistake.”

“Chris, you know I love you man but you can’t be the one to know if it’ll be a mistake or not,” his longtime friend seemed to know him almost better than he knew himself at times. Josh motioned aimlessly with his hands as he added on, “Maybe it will, maybe it won’t be, but it’s Nat’s choice.”

“I honestly don’t even know how things got so bad so quickly,” Chris huffed out, flopping back in his chair, so many emotions swirling inside his chest. “Although looking back things have been kind of strained for a while now. Maybe I should have seen it coming.”

With a soft laugh, Josh shook his head and mused, “Sometimes I just really don’t understand you.”

“What does that mean?”

“Two seconds ago you were saying that Nat was the one for you and now you’re saying you should have seen the breakup coming? Which one is it?” Josh looked at him with an eyebrow raised before taking a sip of his beer but then broke the silence again, “I’m being serious, Chris. Which one do you think is more true?”

“...I thought I knew Nat was the one for me. I love her like crazy and it’s killing me that this is over,” his brain just didn’t seem to accept that this was true. That Nat was no longer his, but what almost felt more confusing was just how quickly things got out of hand. Sure, things had been bubbling for a while and it wasn’t that they never argued, but for it to get to the point that they’d be breaking up seemed unfathomable to him, even now. “I can see why we fought but I really didn’t think it would end us.”

Always one to cut through everything and get right to the point, Josh simply asked,“Why are you letting it, then?”

But Chris just scoffed as he leaned back in his chair, eyes wandering over to look out over the landscape for a long moment before muttering, “She’s the one who asked me to leave.”

“Chris, I’ve seen you go back to girls multiple times even months after things ended and most of those were shitty relationships to begin with. But now that you have someone who you want to marry and you’re going to let it slip through your fingers?” He knew Josh was almost processing some of this out loud, clearly not understanding but then just stated,“I think you’re just scared.”

“No I’m not. I wanted that. I wanted to get married. I wanted a family. I wanted all of that with Nat,” he was adamant. If there was one thing in this life that he was sure of, it was that he wanted his own family and with every day that had been passing he was sure he wanted that with Nat and her only.

“If you really wanted it as much as you say you do, then you’d be fighting for it more than you are,” Josh pointed out, knowing that even though he was saying how much he wanted these things, he was watching his friend give up so easily. “I think you’re scared because it is right. I think you’re afraid of ruining it and breaking your heart so you’d rather blame it all on this stupid fight and let it slip through your fingers.”

There was a piece of that which rang true in his heart. Chris didn’t want to hear it but knew that Josh was right, although his brain reminded him that it didn’t seem to matter because, “Even if I wanted to fix it, it’s not like she’d listen to me.”

“Stop letting your anxiety get in the way,” “What’s one thing that you know is true?”

Chris hesitated as he thought, his mind racing with all the things he yearned for. But at the root of everything was one single thing, and with that in mind he quietly admitted, “...That I love Nattie.”

Josh nodded decisively and waved a hand at Chris as he took a sip from his own beer, instructing his longtime friend, “Then base your decisions on that. The rest will sort itself out.”

“Do you think she’ll answer my call?” Chris asked, his voice tentative as he reached a hand towards his phone, which sat on the table next to him. But once he held the device in his hand, he only looked at Josh.

Josh shrugged, pursing his lips as he thought. Chris knew he didn’t know for sure, neither of them could know how Nat would react to hearing from him again, but it was worth a shot. “Why don’t you go see her?” Josh suggested, his voice quiet from where he sat on an Adirondack chair under the lighting of the patio.

“Yeah and have her slam the door in my face? I don’t think so,” Chris laughed bitterly, but he ran a hand through his beard in frustration as he struggled to think of a way to even attempt to rectify this.

“Then don’t complain about it,” he just shrugged. Chris looked at him with shock in his eyes, not knowing how someone could say that if they knew the depth of feelings that were swirling inside of him right now. Josh leaned forward in his chair, using a hand to gesture as he spoke, “I mean, I'm not trying to be an asshole but if you’re not willing to do anything about it, then you need to move on.”

“I just… I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can move on from her,” Chris spoke after a long moment of thinking. He just couldn’t seem to imagine a world, his world, without Natalie Dorottya Marton. “I love her so much, Josh.”

With a much softer smile, Josh stood up, patting his friend on the shoulder as he told him, “Then I think that’s your answer.”

And with that, Chris was left alone in his temporary home with nothing but his broken heart and noisy thoughts.

He eventually finished off his beer and headed back in the house as he quietly got ready for bed. Chris’ brain was pulled in multiple directions as he turned off all the lights in the house and then went to brush his teeth, his mind seeming to play back all that had happened in the past week. Although his heart yearned for Nat and how much he loved her, he thought about how seemingly easily she had asked him to leave and pushed back on him when he was just trying to look out for her. Sure he still wanted to be with her, but the anger that seeped into his heart when thought back to Nat putting her career above them had him feeling like he’d made the right decision. How could he plan on having a life with someone who didn't want him the same? Who was willing to give up on them so easily?

His jaw was set tightly as he climbed into bed, feeling that Josh’s advice would have been good if it was for someone else. Sure he wanted to be with her, but he couldn’t want it more than Nat. He couldn’t force her to want to be with him when she didn’t want that. There was nothing he could do and that seemed to be the end of that.

But his heart wasn’t about to let him rest that easily.

As Chris laid there in the darkness, blankets pulled up around his chest as sleep eluded him for hours, there was one fact he couldn’t avoid. He had accused Nat of putting her career above them, but he had done the same thing. He had let one change in Nat’s life be what ended them. It was true that he didn’t want her to take that job. Chris was convinced that this wasn't what she wanted, that this job was somehow her trying to prove something to herself or her family, which he didn’t quite know but instead of taking the time to understand her and support her through that, he had lashed out at her and told her not to do it.

If that job was what broke them in the first place, then what did that say about him? In the darkness of that bedroom with tears stinging at his eyes, he saw for the first time how his actions showed Nat that he valued her decisions that she made over her. Although he still stood by his reasoning for feeling that this wasn’t the right fit for Nat, he made his decision about them based on one thing she did rather than who she was. Who he knew Nat to be.

He still didn’t understand why she wanted to do this job – maybe he never would – but that didn’t change who Nat was. It didn’t change his love for her and instead, all he had done was shown her that it did. His actions had shown her that he hadn’t loved her purely and instead loved her based on her actions but that simply wasn’t true. He loved her endlessly and even if she couldn’t forgive him, he had to make sure she knew that.

So there he was, throwing back the sheets and pulling a sweatshirt over his head while he called an Uber before stuffing a few things into a backpack. His fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh as he sat in the backseat of the car as he headed toward the airport in the early hours of the morning, the sun yet to rise and for that he was almost thankful. He didn’t want the light of day to obscure any of the things he’d come to realize in the still darkness of his bedroom that night.

But even hours later once he’d gotten off the plane in Los Angeles, right before what would have been the morning rush hour had it not been Saturday, he was still so sure of his decision. He knew in his heart that this was the right thing to do. But that feeling did seem to dissipate as he crashed into reality standing on the other side of Nat’s apartment door, knocking over and over but met without an answer.

He hesitated, staring at the worn wooden door in front of him, trying to tell himself that she was just sleeping, that she was just inside. But as a thought entered his mind and he turned, making his way over to the railing of the open hallway to look over the parking lot, his search for Nat’s distinct orange car came up empty. In that moment he realized that all of those thoughts he had hours earlier were just that… only thoughts. It wasn’t reality. This was. Him staring at a closed door and not even having a clue where Nat was. He wasn’t privy to that information anymore and that felt like a gut punch.

Chris let out a scoff as he turned to walk away, taking the stairs one at a time as he realized what a stupid idea this was. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe the universe was somehow sparing him pain by having her not be there. He could think of just about every reason why it was better for him to go back to Atlanta. To just forget about this spur of the moment action which was so unlike him but as he was pulling out his phone to call another Uber to take him back to the airport, those words Josh had spoken to him only last night replayed in his mind when he asked ‘what’s one thing you know to be true?’ and this morning in the clarity of daylight, his answer was still the same. He loved Nattie and she was worth everything to him.

So navigating away from the app on his phone screen, his finger tapped on his contacts and clicked on the contact for Jamie, knowing that either he or Mark would most likely know where Nat was, but he hadn’t opted for the latter, knowing that Mark would most likely want to rip him limb from limb because of causing Nat pain. He stood on the sidewalk, holding the phone up to his ear as he heard it ring over and over again on the other end before finally a sigh of relief escaped him when the call was answered.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to call me at 8:30 on a Saturday morning,” Jamie answered, the sound of his and Lauren’s girls in the background of the call.

Chris shook his head to himself, ducking his face down as a car pulled into the parking lot near him. “I’m just glad you answered,” he admitted quietly.

“I’ve honestly been wanting to call you to see how you’re doing, I just didn’t want to overstep, ya know?” Jamie paused, and Chris knew it had to be awkward. Both his and Mark’s allegiances laid with Nat, he was just privy to their friendship through being with Nat. But he’d missed both the men, and he certainly missed Jamie’s insight as the other man asked, “I’m glad you called though, Chris. Are you okay?”

“As okay as I can be…” Chris confessed, trailing off as he pulled the baseball cap down over his face more, then ran his hand over his eyes down to his chin as the exhaustion began to hit him. “I actually um, I’m in LA right now.”

“Seriously? Are you here for work?” Jamie asked, the surprise evident in his voice. There was some muffled movement on his end, until suddenly Jamie had shut a door and the noise from his daughters stopped.

“I came to see Nat,” Chris started, sniffling as the emotions bubbled back to the surface and he kicked at a stray stick on the sidewalk. “I just really want to talk to her, Jamie. I’m at her apartment building and she didn’t answer the door, but I also saw her car was gone.”

“Chris, I’m really sorry but she’s in San Francisco,” Jamie apologetically informed Chris, a deep sigh escaping him.

“Did she move already?”

“No, not yet. She’s up there for a few days singing some things and attending a few meetings. Pixar has some apartment complexes where she’ll be so she was going to pick out her unit and move up there in the next week or two,” Jamie rushed to explain, before he sighed again and added, “She’s coming back Tuesday night though.”

“Fuck,” Chris cursed, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes as the bright sunlight shone down on him. “I have to be back in Atlanta by tomorrow night,” he explained to Jamie, knowing he had an early call time Monday morning, one that’d break a lot of contracts and disrupt a huge production if he missed it.

“I’m really sorry, Chris,” Jamie murmured, sincerely sounding apologetic to him. But it didn’t stop Chris’ mind from racing with possibilities and what if’s.

“If I asked where she’s staying, does that make me a dick and awful person?” He asked him, his voice low and tentative as he hesitantly put it out there.

But Jamie surprised him when he calmly answered, “I think it makes you someone who really loves her.”

“I do, but I also don’t want to just be an asshole and show up if she doesn’t want me to,” Chris whispered, shrugging to himself. He had basically already ruined every ounce of what they had, but showing up unwelcomed would certainly be the final nail in the coffin and the final straw in whatever they still held between them. But he had to believe there was still a small chance they might be able to fix this, even if she wasn’t expecting it.

“I don’t think you showing up would be as unwanted as you’re thinking it is,” Jamie told Chris, his voice just as low. “Trust me, Chris. Go see her.”

Feeling that little bit of assurance spurred him on to board another flight heading up north and getting off once he had landed in the city by the bay. Although he was completely exhausted both physically and emotionally, he knew that he had to give this a shot. Even if Nat told him to leave her alone and he boarded a flight back to Atlanta, at least he would know. He’d have that peace in his heart knowing he at least gave it a shot. That he had at least fought for her.

When he arrived in the lobby of the hotel that Jamie had told him the name of, Chris walked up the front desk to make a reservation for himself, not having a clue how long it’d take him to find her without knowing her room number. With the black backpack slung over his shoulder and a fresh room key in hand, Chris walked over to press the button for the elevator, waiting silently outside as he saw the number decreasing as it got closer to the lobby.

His foot was tapping anxiously against the fancy tile flooring, the scuffed up sneakers squeaking every few taps, but stopped once the elevator arrived. He stared into the reflective door of the elevator, seeing the bags under his eyes, the messy strands of hair that his hat covered, and the well-wrinkled shirt he wore, but all of that was forgotten as the elevators door opened and he adjusted his backpack on his shoulder, ready to head up to his floor.

But he froze as he saw the inside of the elevator. As his jaw dropped and he stared into those blue eyes that he knew like the back of his hand, at the frown that graced those lips that he used to call home. He knew the moment she saw him in the way her frown deepened, her somehow smaller shoulders tensed, and she froze, her hand holding her phone in mid-air as she stared back at him, quickly forgetting whatever she had been scrolling through.

They stood like that for a minute, until suddenly the elevator doors shut on them again, separating them from each other. He stayed frozen for a few seconds before his hand lunged out, rapidly pressing the ‘Up’ button again until the doors slid open again and he saw those now-watery blue eyes.

“Hi Nattie.”

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It’d be weird fucking you with explicit permission from Valentino. I don’t want him to know when I get off.”

“Honestly?” Angel grinned. “Same here. Don’t get much of a choice, though, personally.”

“A real shame.” Husk smiled coyly. “A hottie like you deserves full autonomy over his body.”

“Holy shit, that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“I’ll take anything you want to give me.”

Husk’s eyes narrowed as he idly shuffled the deck of cards in his hands. Instead of gambling today, he was dealing - the euphoric high he got from winning would cloud his judgement for the overlord meeting he was being forced to attend.

Every so often, Valentino liked to host ‘casino-themed meetings’ that consisted of Vox, Velvette, Husker, Zeezi, and Valentino himself. Husk was certain they were just an excuse for Valentino to rebuild his ego after the regular overlord meetings. Everybody in the aptly named ‘casino squad’ was either allied with Valentino or didn’t give enough of a shit to argue with him.

Husk sat staunchly in the second category.

He still continued to attend them because why the hell wouldn’t he? Free entertainment. Watching Valentino prance around like a child while spouting whatever inane idea he had recently come up with brought Husker more joy than it probably should have.

But whatever. He would take his dopamine rushes where he could get them.

As he dealt the deck, he watched the microexpressions of the patrons. A cheek twitch and a tap of the finger - a good deck.

A thick swallow and a lax grin to put off the other patrons - a bad deck.

Husker knew the game all too well, and was well versed in playing it.

The bad deck guy was bad at bluffing. He was trying to bait good deck guy into folding, and was betting more than he probably should have been on it. Rookie mistake.

Not like being good at gambling was a good thing, either, though, thought Husker, somewhat spitefully. Look at where it got him. Knee deep in cash, and elbow deep in a bottle of vodka every other night.

He didn’t drink to feel happy anymore - that ship sailed a long ass time ago. No, he drank to not feel like shit. The only thing that brought him joy was gambling.

He knew his position as overlord wouldn’t last forever. Even the best gamblers had to lose sometime. Maybe being kicked out of his self-made fortress of destructive habits wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Valentino.

“Sorry, fellas, gotta bounce. You’ll be alright without me, won’t you?” He handed the deck to an employee of the casino and gave the bad-deck-guy a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Good luck on the floor tonight,” he murmured, just loud enough for him to hear, “and by the way - your tell is your right leg. It bounces when you bluff.”

Husk entered the VIP lounge, where Vox and Zeezi were already waiting. Valentino and Velvette usually liked to make some sort of grand entrance.

He motioned to the bartender. “Gimme a scotch whiskey. No ice.”

The bartender slid the drink to him. He grabbed it, then took a seat, sipping it idly. With the tolerance he’d built up, one drink would do nothing to him. Made him look pretty badass, though.

As expected, around 5 minutes after the meeting time, Valentino and Velvette strutted in, followed by a posse of their employees.

“Hello, darlings!” crowed Valentino, languishing onto the loveseat. “So lovely to see you all today.”

“Lovely to see you, too, Valentino,” said Vox, crossing his arms. Husker grunted, then took a swig of his drink. The TV demon leaned forward. “Any particular occasion for this meeting? Or is it just a little get together between friends?”

“As a matter of fact, there is! Some of the other overlords - Zestiel specifically - are a bit too uptight to appreciate what I do. It is, however, the 10th anniversary of the opening of my business, so I thought it was due time to celebrate! To mark the occasion, I brought some of my favourite pets along to show off.”

With a snap, Valentino dimmed the lights. Pornstar after pornstar filed in from the door, striking a couple poses before draping themselves over Valentino suggestively.

Velvette and Vox clapped enthusiastically for each one that entered the room. They weren’t anything special in Husk’s opinion, but he paid attention as a courtesy.

“And, as a grand finale, my favourite little pet, Angel Dust!”

A white spider demon with multi-coloured eyes came strutting towards the table, a seductive grin across his face.

His eyes didn’t match his smile, and his movements seemed forced - Husk could tell he didn’t want to be there.

When Valentino traced Angel Dust’s jawline, he flinched momentarily, before leaning into the touch, purring something into the porn demon’s ear.

Valentino pulled Angel Dust into his lap. “Quite something, aren’t they? This is the epitome of all of my hard work. The hottest, sexiest, most desireable demons in hell are all in this room.” Valentino spread his arms. “Go on! Mingle! Get to know them.” He grinned saucily. “The first time for you, my friends, is free.”

Husk held back a scoff. This bitch was whoring out his workers to total strangers. No fucking way this was in the porn star job description. Knowing Valentino, he probably added it to the fine print of the contract they were no doubt forced to sign.

A scantily-clad cat demon shimmied up to him, giving him a sultry smile. “Hey, handsome, love yer whiskers,”

“Uh, thanks.” He shifted uncomfortably. He had no interest in sleeping with one of Valentino’s toys, but he had a feeling that outright rejecting her would land her in trouble with her boss. “I like your, uh, smile. Real genuine.”

Her eyes widened slightly. Surprise. Then, oddly enough, her pupils dilated - arousal. “Why, thank you, honey,” she purred, “my teeth certainly are sharp, aren’t they? Wanna see what they can do?”

“Hey, Callie,” interrupted a brooklyn-accented voice, “lay off, why don’t ya? I got a feeling he doesn’t swing your way.”

The cat - Callie - walked away wordlessly. Husk’s rescuer made himself known by stepping towards him. Angel Dust. “Thanks for helping me out,” thanked Husk.

Angel Dust waved his hand dismissively and took a seat next to him. “Nah, don’t mention it. I could tell you were uncomfortable. Yano, you could’ve just said no and she woulda backed off.”

“I could have,” agreed Husk, taking a sip of his drink, “but I’m sure Valentino would’ve made her pay for it. Am I wrong?”

The spider demon fidgeted with his harness. His eyes darted to the side. “Well, yeah, but that’s not your problem. You don’t need to sit through that shit if you don’t want to.” The words ‘unlike us’ were left unspoken.

“I don’t want to make her job any harder than it has to be.” Husk cleared his throat. “No pun intended.”

Angel barked out a laugh. “I like your style, sweetheart. Kind when you don’t gotta be, not to mention legs for days. Nothin’ compared to me, though, of course, but that’s real hard to accomplish.”

Husk could tell the porn-star was rambling. He didn’t know how to communicate without flirting. A pang of sympathy shot through him. “You know you’re more than that, right?”

Angel swallowed. “What?”

“You’re more than just a sex figure. You’re a real person. And you seem like an upright one, too - real hard to find down here.”

“I’m not part of the ‘first time’s free’ deal, just so ya know. You don’t gotta butter me up.”

“Don’t worry, I have absolutely no intention of doing that.” Husk finished off his glass. “Even if you were part of the deal, I wouldn’t be interested.”

“How come? In case ya didn’t hear Val, I’m hell’s most desirable boy toy.”

“I like my sex fully consensual and free of coercion.” Husk shot a disgusted look at Vox and Velvette, who were indulging in Valentino’s offer already - in plain goddamn daylight. “Unlike some people.”

He heaved himself up from his seat and returned to the bar. He knew the bartender really damn well - too damn well, actually. Both he and the barkeep knew exactly how the night was going to go.

The bartender wordlessly slid a glass of overproof rum over to him - no ice and filled exactly halfway, just how he liked it.

Angel Dust, much to his surprise, had followed him to the bar. “So what’s your deal then, huh? Why’re you at this meeting anyways? No offense, but ya don’t exactly fit in here, toots.”

Husk snorted. “Oh, don’t worry, I take it as a compliment.” He swirled his glass. “I’m here outta boredom.”

“Boredom? I’d think bein’ an overlord would be enough to combat boredom.”

“You’d be surprised,” quipped Husk. “Shit gets old fast. Every day is pretty much the same down here when you don’t need to fear for your life. And when you do the same thing over and over, it stops bringing you joy. So when I find something that does give me that hit of dopamine - namely, your boss making an ass of himself - I indulge it wholeheartedly.”

Angel blinked. “Goddamn. That’s way deeper than I thought it’d be.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologise. Happens a lot in the industry, actually. Drunken colleagues spillin’ secrets to their porno partners, cryin’ in the middle of a scene..” Angel’s eyes widened. “Not that I mean to compare you to us, though. You’re obviously doin’ way better for yourself. Just reminded me of that is all.”

Husk chuckled duly. “Don’t sweat it. And for the record, I’m not doing nearly as well as I seem. I doubt you are, either, are you?” He waved his hand. “You don’t have to answer that.”

Angel took the out and changed the conversation. “So you’re the gambling demon or somethin’ right? I’ve heard a bit about you. Killin’ people with card tricks is pretty badass, ya know.”

“I wouldn’t call them ‘card tricks’,” sniffed Husk, “and I didn’t know people referred to me as the ‘gambling demon’. Not exactly flattering, being named after an addiction. Even if it is accurate.”

“Oh, you think that’s bad? People point to me on the street and yell ‘hey, that’s the porn star!’ At least your title gets you respect.”

Husk laughed deeply. “Well, they’re exposing themselves by saying that, then, aren’t they?”

“As someone who watches porn?” Angel rolled his eyes. “Not much of a confession down here. I’d be more surprised if someone didn’t.”

“I don’t,” said Husk, staring at Angel over the rim of his glass. “I prefer to go straight to the source. Being an overlord doesn’t exactly leave me wanting for a bed warmer. Pretty people are aplenty when you’ve got the power and money to make ‘em stay.”

Angel blinked. Then swallowed. Then bit his lip. “Lucky people they must be, to get a taste of that. I wouldn’t mind joinin’ em.”

Husk threw his drink back and motioned to the barkeep for another. “Tempting offer, but your boss doesn’t seem the type to share. Not outside the industry, at least.”

The spider demon’s eyes darkened. “He owns me in the studio, but outside it, I’m my own goddamn man. He can’t stop me from fucking who I want, when I want, no matter how much he may want to.”

Husk looked him up and down. “Good to know. I’ll store that information away for safekeeping.”

Valentino slinked up to them, draping an arm across Angel’s shoulders. The spider demon flinched slightly, just as he had when Valentino touched his jaw, but relaxed into his arm. “Enjoying yourself, Angel Cakes?”

Angel smiled tightly. “You know it, Val.”

“So glad to hear that.” The moth demon grabbed Angel’s shoulder. Husk held back a wince - he’d seen Valentino’s nails before, and they looked sharp as fuck. “You and I are going to have our own, private celebration after the party. Understood?”

Husk watched Angel’s face fall slightly. His smile looked forced. “Yes sir,” he purred, nestling into Valentino’s arm, “looking forward to it, Val.”

“Good.” Valentino retracted his arm. “I would expect nothing less from my good, little moneymaker.” He looked up at Husk, who had started on his third drink of the night. “You’ll take care of my Angel, won’t you? I don’t like my toys too broken when I play with them.”

Angel’s eyes widened. “But Val, you said -"

“That was for Vox and Velvette,” said Valentino dismissively, “they’ve already taken a liking to you, and I wouldn’t want to get you stolen away. Husker, here, on the other hand.. Well, I’m sure he knows better than to try to take you from me. No matter how tempted he may be.”

Husk grinned laxly. “That I do, that I do. I’d say most people know better than to mess with you - unless they’ve got a death wish, that is,” he flattered. Playing the game was one of his greatest talents. One of the only reasons he still got invited to the casino club gatherings, too.

Valentino relaxed, seemingly satisfied with Husk’s answer. He laughed heartily. “Very true, my friend. Well, I’ll leave you two be.” He sauntered back to the Vee’s table - how he was able to stand Vox and Velvette’s obnoxious moaning was a mystery to Husk.

Angel hesitated. “So, uh, you wanna..?”

“What, fuck you?” Husk sighed. “Like I said earlier. I like my sex fully consensual and free of coercion. And honestly? It’d be weird fucking you with explicit permission from Valentino. I don’t want him to know when I get off.”

“Honestly?” Angel grinned. “Same here. Don’t get much of a choice, though, personally.”

“A real shame.” Husk smiled coyly. “A hottie like you deserves full autonomy over his body.”

“Holy shit, that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Angel bit his lip. “You know, I have a phone number. You can have it, too, if you’d like.”

“I’ll take anything you want to give me.”

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「 ✦ Me U & Hennessy ✦ 」

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Pairings: Miguel x fem!reader

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Heads up: drinking, tipsy!miguel, tipsy!reader, suggestiveness, established relationships, friendly Y/N, jealousy

summary- Miguel watched as you became touchy with other spider-folk. Offering hugs and snuggling up to anyone who was willing to take one. Of course you didn't mean anything by it, you were just in a good mood (tipsy). He was also under the influence of alcohol, which is why he seemed to not have any self control when he walked up to you, just a little desperate for your attention.

The ' Spider Society' collectively put together and decided that it would be a great idea to have a corporate get together (party) with everyone invited. All adult spiders brought drinks, food, and entertainment for the event while the younger spiders just enjoyed their time.

Miguel watched as you dragged yourself across the room floor, excitedly reaching for Gwen and her friends, clinging onto them for dear life like an overbearing mother. He had never seen this side of you before, you were usually stoic and very serious. It was hard for even peter to get a simple chuckle out of you, but now you were laughing and giggling nonstop.

Conversation with people kept you busy as everyone was starting to become attracted to this new attitude of yours, although under the influence of alcohol. You would constantly slur your words, beaming smile never leaving your face. He couldn't help but find this side of you, somewhat cute?

After sometime, you made your way over to the 'older spiders'. This including Jess, peter, and Miguel.

"Hi everyone, what's goin' on?" you clung onto Jess with a warm embrace, which she gladly accepted.

Peter looked at you, clearly amused and somewhat concerned. "Hey, Hey Y/N! You doin' good there?" He tilted his head and tapped the side of your own.

You gave him a soft laugh before explaining that you weren't drunk, just a little buzzed. Miguel glanced at how gently your breasts pressed against Jess' arm, feeling a bit jealousy.

"How much have you drank?" Miguel couldn't help but wonder how much alcohol it took for you to make a drastic change like this. He always admired how professional and head-strong you were, finding it very attractive.

You waved your hand in dismissal and gave him a lazy smile. "Not much really, probably 3 drinks." Looking down at the drink in your hand, Miguel raised an eyebrow. "This being my 4th however."

Peter and Jess laughed at the interaction, it was so weird to see you this giddy and carefree.

He took the cup of fruity alcohol from your hand and downed the rest of it. "I think that's more than enough for you, your already seem to be enjoying yourself." Miguel sat the empty margarita on a near by table.

Peter and Jess were already well off into their own conversation, so that left just you and the big spider.

You had let go of Jess' arm and started dancing to the music that started playing. Although you weren't a 'teen' anymore, you still knew every song Miles played as he was chosen to DJ.

You were absolutely intoxicating for Miguel. Your sweet tone and the way your hips swayed side to side almost instantly had Miguel feeling himself.

"Are you sure you're fine? I've noticed you've been very... touchy with others."

You closed your eyes and started feeling the music still paying attention to Miguel's words. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" You looked at the man over your shoulder, turning your body in a slow circle still dancing to the music.

As you danced, Miguel felt like all his bones were just...melting. Every single word you said, he listened to so attentively. You were like some ethereal creature, someone he was just drawn to. He found himself just staring at all your movements and watching your hips moved. His eyes wandered all over you, and he wasn't sure how your curves were holding your suit so well.

Miguel could feel the alcohol that was already in his system screaming at him to sway with you. To place his hands on your moving hips and wrap his arms around your waist. He wanted to enclose you in his arms from behind and just lay his lips onto that pretty neck. Your tight spider suit didn't help much either, he just couldn't get enough of you.

The way you looked at Miguel was incredibly seductive in his mind, your sweet words accompanied by your eyes were nearly too much for Miguel to handle. He was suddenly brought back to reality when your voice caught his attention.

"Miguel, are 'you' okay?" You stopped dancing to turn his previous question against him. He had been staring at you very hard and he seemed to have dissociated.

You walked closer to Miguel, looking up at him with an innocent, worried face. You were gonna be the death of this man. The way your pretty eyes looked up at him through your lashes, the way your plump lips shaped to form his name, and the close proximity all went to his head.

"Miguel?"

"Yeah, I'm... I'm fine."

It was obvious to Miguel that he shouldn't have drank the rest of your beverage. The alcohol started clouding his better judgement.

"Sabes lo bonita que te ves en este momento?" Miguel's words were slightly slurred.

You gave him another perplexed look. "Miguel english please."

"Estás tratando de burlarte de mí, tan delicada con las demás."

"Look, I don't understand what you're sayin-" You we're cut off by a large, rough hand on your cheek.

"You look so gorgeous when you smile." Miguel leaned in and closed the gap between you two. He rested one hand on the small of your back and the other holding the back of your head.

Miguel didn’t want the evening to end so quickly, if at all. He started to whisper in your ear, making your cheeks burn as the words left his mouth. A hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in close.

"And you smell good too."

You wrapped your arms around Miguel's neck, having to stand on your tippy toes just to reach it. "You must be in a good mood" i let out a soft laugh "I've never heard you compliment anyway this much."

There was a look of lust behind his eyes as his lips found their way to your neck and kissed gently at the spot. One hand left to his side, the other went around to grip your rear.

“This is just me telling it how it is.”

It wasn't like he had just garnered these feelings for you right this second, he'd been holding back for a while now. You were so intelligent and superior compared to your peers. It didn't help that Miguel had always found you beautiful. He was so enamored with you, his own mind telling him to keep it professional.

Many of your coworkers could tell there was a tension between you two, each of you just wanting to be mature adults and not act on desires.

You redirected Miguel's lips onto your's and deepened the kiss while pressing yourself into his chest. You weren't worried about anyone paying attention to you as they were all busy in there own world's.

And you were in yours.

#miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel o'hara #atsv #x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 2 years

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Maybe... just this once?

A/N

Nothing like some smut to make myself feel better

Summery: Aaron is overworked and he needs to get out some frustration... that's it

Warnings: NSFW, oral (m receiving) age gap, v penetration (pregnancy doesn't exist here), fingering

Word count - 1.8k

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I loved my job, always helping out with my students and seeing the joy on their face when they passed their tests. Specifically the dedicated ones that wanted nothing more than to succeed.

It was a hard week, it always was this time of year. With paperwork and exams surrounding me. Not just that but the constant consultations under my door when I came home. Even when I was off the clock I wasn’t. I was mentally drained and I wanted nothing more than to sit down and let my brain turn off.

When the last paper was placed on the side of my desk I let my head rest and I took deep breaths. All I had to was drag my body towards the car and put the keys in the ignition.

I don’t remember the drive home, for all I know I could’ve ran every red light but I didn’t care.

When the door swung open I noticed the lights in the kitchen were still on. Now I felt like shit even more than I already did. “Y/n”, I called out. I saw her legs step out from behind the wall. My eyes floated up her body until I saw her face and I shook my head. God I need sleep.

“I’m sorry for staying out so late and not calling ahead.” I shrugged off my coat, threw it on the hook, and made my way towards her. It was the first time I got a glimpse of the clock, it was one o’clock in the morning.

“It’s alright, I figured it would happen eventually. Do you want a drink?”

Her warm eyes met mine, “Yes actually, thank you.”

My hand was on the counter while I took a sip from the beer she handed me. “Rough day?”, she asks to which I sighed gruffly.

“Something like that.” She takes a beer for herself and leans against the wall.

“Tell me about it.”

“You don’t want to know all the boring details.”

“Well I know how boring it must be being a professor and all but clearly,” She gestures to my body while smirking. Holding so much tension I’m griping the bottle and clenching my jaw till my teeth hurt. “you need to let it out. Let me help you.” I could sense the sarcasm. As much as I liked it I wasn’t feeling up to our usual banter.

“Another time, I really just wanna rest.” She nods and pushes off the wall to stand in front of me. Not enough to invade my space but enough for me to get a whiff of her perfume.

My head feels dizzy and I meet her eyes. “How about a movie then? Your pick. I have a clear schedule today. I can leave after.” I wandered down the hallway and into my room. Stripping from the tie and button down.

By the time I walked back out she was curled up on the couch with a blanket laid over her legs. Her shirt was pulled up passed her hips and molded to her side, showing the curve of her waist. Like she sensed my stare her head turned. A small smile spread on her face, "I got more beer."

I walked over and she handed me another after I dropped next to her. Her hand extended across the cushion and she handed me the remote. My fingertip brushed the back of her hand. I could easy get a grip on her wrist and pull her close to me. Letting me kiss the soft plain of her skin.

Catching myself I muttered thank you and turned on a movie. Throughout the course of the movie we had drank several beers. My whole body buzzed with heat. My eyes seemed to have a mind of their own and I scanned the woman next to me.

The blanket was now on the floor and she was left with shorts that went farther than I thought. Was she wearing those before.

She shifted her leg off the pillow and it landed on my lap. We were both too gone to care but that didn't stop me from putting a palm on her calf.

I heard the small gasp leave her lips. She didn't protest the action, seeing a small glint in her now expanding pupils. "I'm sorry", I said.

"It's okay." She soon put her other leg on my lap. Was she doing this on purpose. If she was then it was an offering? I wanted to know if her intentions were clear or a mindless action.

What did I want to happen. Have we flirted before... sure but that was innocent right? Nothing was ever going to happen she was far too young. She had a job and did it fairly well. My daughter loved her and I was quite fond of her. A touch here and there. A lingering hand on my bicep when she hugged me.

My hands moved and soothed up and down her legs. I saw her chest move the slightest bit faster and the beating of her heart. I don't know how long that went on but soon she was sitting up next to me.

"You okay?" She asked now having a hand on my thigh. How did this escalate? We're drunk-- fuck

"What're you doing?"

She stilled her movements and looked at me, "Do you want me to stop?"

I should say yes, both of us clearly intoxicated and not thinking clearly. I never would’ve said yes with a sober mind or her for that fact. But of course they say drunk minds speak sober thoughts and that was the case.

I shook my head and her fingers kneaded the flesh under my sweatpants. God the littlest thing could get me off right now.

With a hand settled on the nape of her neck I pulled her into me. My lips molding with hers like putty. Her taste flooded my mind and I pushed further, slipping her the smallest bit of my tongue.

She greatly accepted with a moan and her hand palmed over my hard on. She pulled away with a smirk. "Are you sure?" I asked.

This is a terrible idea. "No its not. We both want this."

I had said that out loud and she was right, we both wanted this. The amount of time I thought about gripping her hips was sinful.

She sized me up and my eyes fluttered shut. She tugged my head back to hers and kissed me. Her hand slid past my waistband and my cock was met with her hot hand. I hissed at the contact and that only spurred her on.

It had been far too long since I had sex. Most would consider it sad but it wasn't in the cards for me unless it was strictly a hookup... that wasn't me an I always hated how it made me feel afterwards. I needed some sort of connection and right now that was happening. Any other day I would’ve resisted but, maybe for once I could get what I wanted.

I felt her lowering and I pulled her hair back up. Her face was pink, heat already rising up the back of her neck. "I want to do this." She said confidently and processed to lick the side of my cock.

Her hot mouth wrapped around the tip and her tongue swirled in circles. My fingers tightened around her roots. Dropping her mouth, she was so wet, spit coated me and her hand easily glided with her movements.

My heart raced, her tongue ran up and down the size of me, and to the slit of my dick. Tugging on my strains I made her face me. “We need to be quiet okay?” I whispered raggedly. Her eagerness dragged me over her.

Her hair was spread out on the pillows and she gazed up at me. Moving my head I lifted her shirt and took those beautiful tits into my mouth. Her back arched into my chest and my finger toyed with the outside of her underwear.

“Please.” I pushed the fabric aside and my fingertip rubbed her clit with the slightest bit of pressure. The low hums of pleasure filled the living room, I kissed her and took in every little noise.

Pushing a finger inside she released a small whine. I reached to the sides and brought her legs to wrap around my sides. I never stopped the stroke of my fingers against her walls and the tightening of her told me all I needed to know.

“Come on, I know you can do it for me.” My other hand dragged over her scalp and pushed hair from her face, cupping her cheek, anything I could do to make her feel wanted and not used.

Through her orgasm she tugged my body closer, her breath in my ear. With the wet kisses she laid on the column of my neck I slid a hand under her ass and pushed forwards.

Her gasp twisted into a breathy moan, "You feel that princess, all for you."

With a firm bite to my lip she responded, "Don't make me beg for it."

Her hands were in my waistband once again, "I wouldn't want you to do that... unless you asked" A crooked smile spread across her gorgeous face. With her help I kicked off my pants and boxers.

My cock nestled in-between her thighs, with a guided hand, and a slow push it all happened too fast. Her grip tightened in my hair and my hand was quick to cover her mouth when her moan started pouring out.

"Quiet... remember." She nodded and whimpered matching up with the slow pace I was building.

Her body gripped me tight and felt like it was sucking me inside her more, like her body couldn't get enough. My hand returned to her ass, tilting her hips upwards to get a deeper angle. "Fuc--fuck."

My forehead rested on hers, "Come on."

Heavy breaths and moans were suppressed with her lips locked onto mine and she wasn’t letting go anytime soon. The heat surrounded us and she had sweat covering the valley between her breasts.

I wanted it to last as long as I could make it but the combination her squeezing my cock with every pump and her nails now dragging from my lower back to shoulders I knew it wasn't going to happen.

I gripped her thighs and swung them to press against her chest. “Aaron oh--”, she gasped and bit her hand. Kneeing over her my hand settled on her hip and I drove into her continuously.

I muttered under my breath and when the time came I completely covered her with my body. “I think we need to breathe Aaron.” I chuckled and nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Her hands carded through my hair and stared into my eyes.

I could hear our hearts beating in sync, “I don’t want this to be the last time.”

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, “We’ll figure it out, okay.” I sat up and handed her clothes back to her.

“Okay.” She whispered.

#aaron #Aaron Hotch Hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotch x reader #Criminal Minds #writing #faniction #onshot #xreader

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yen-doodles · 2 years

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Another little late night drabble, more shadowpeach since you guys seem to like the other one :)

Cw/tw for alcohol and mentions of Macaque's death

Sun Wukong awoke, feeling his golden eyes sting as he realized just how bright the room around him had become.

He groaned. Tossing over in the messy covers of his bed, where upon finding he wasn't alone in said mattress. The stone glanced down at the darker furred frame that laid snuggled up against his side, sleeping soundly and rather comfy he might add.

The other frame was Macaque, of course, Sun could recognize that monkey any where.

He sighed quietly, the monkey beside him ears twitching every so slightly at the sound causing him to stir briefly. The sage held his breath, something he didn't need anymore anyway, waiting as the demon monkey shifted closer and lulled back to sleep. Macaque could never sleep through all noise, having six ears made it so he hear from miles away and issue to find quiet time.

Speaking of Macaque's ears, he could see all six of them. The ears that gave the trickster his title, "Six-Earred Macaque." The glamour he used every day had worn off late in the night, putting everything he tried to hide to light. His ears, the scar that went across his right eye, the white fur that was left from Lady Bone Demon. All of it. It took all of Monkey King's strength to not brush his fingers in the other monkey's fur, or across his ears since would surely wake him.

The Great Sage sighed again softly, attempting to be quiet for the enemy he had clinging to his frame.

Though enemy didn't feel right, not after what had happened last night.

He had been drunk, they both had been. The last time he remembered being that sloshed was when he had drank stolen immortal elixir from heaven all those years ago.

Sun Wukong couldn't remember how it had started, whether it was him or Macaque, they had gotten into a contest to see who could drink the most between the two of them.

Soon enough the drinks had been forgotten and the pair had gotten on the topic of the old days, sharing stories as if that had still been as they were when the stories took place.

It had started light. Talking about Flower Fruit Mountain and the fun they had with the other monkeys.

But then the mood changed as Wukong had callously mentioned something that had happened on the journey he had took to the west, with Triptaka and the others.

He had mentioned the time Triptaka and Pigsy had become pregnant when they had stumbled upon the city of women. Monkey King had been chuckling slightly as he was recounting the story when he had noticed his drinking buddy had become silent, his laughing dying in his throat in an instant.

"I had been mad, back then, when you had killed me Wukong" Macaque had stated that night, gripping his glass tightly in his hands which had been barely been touched since they started telling stories; too busy hazely listening.

"But," the darker monkey added sharply, "I had been more upset that you had chosen them over me." The way Macaque looked at him that night had overwhelmed him, his eyes holding an unwavering honesty he hadn't seen in them in mere centuries. Holding all the anguish and hurt the monkey felt for him in those eyes. "You had chosen to protect them, to go against me, and I had wanted to be the one you were trying so hard to protect.." he finished as his voice threatened to crack, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. He had always been an emotional drinker.

Sun Wukong had sat shocked in that moment, the alcohol not helping him process what was happening, his mouth agape.

"I don't regret protecting them that day," the sage had suddenly, breaking the other monkey from the daze he'd been in. Macaque sort of nervously chuckled at that, "I don't doubt it."

Sun Wukong stared into his mug, his brain mildly buzzing as he had begun to swoosh around an imaginary liquid inside the cup. He had already finished the contents but the motion helped distract him while he stalled.

"I do, however, regret what I had done to you" he had eventually added. He had sighed, "I betrayed you, betrayed our friendship and broken your trust, I'm sorry Macaque... For everything" Monkey had told the other earnestly. He had looked at him as he had said this, and by the looks of it, the other recognized how genuine he was being.

Soon after, the two had made it to Sun's bedroom where they proceeded to crash; limbs tangling with other limbs.

Now here he lays, stuck and forced to remain quiet. His left arm trapped under Macaque as the darker furred being remained asleep miraculously. Wukong wondered about what he must do upon the other waking up, regarding the events leading up to now.

Does he pretend as if it hadn't happened, or does he bring it up? It's not even certain he would remember. Though rather unlikely.

If he does remember, and Wukong were to lie, it would appear as though what he said last night was engenuine. The opposite of what he wanted.

Before he could decide, he felt the shadow weaver begin to stir against his chest. Mumbling something about it being too bright before hiding his face in the blanket.

"G'morning sleepyhead" Sun Wukong greeted softly, might as well start with something. The other jolted slightly, before glancing up towards the stone monkey. The darker of the two monkeys sat up quickly, upon doing so he gripped his head in pain. "Ow- remind me to NEVER do a drinking contest with you again!" Macaque announced, rubbing the area that a headache began to settle in.

"Me too. I haven't drank that much in ages."

The two went silent, just taking in the scene around them. The sun shining into the large windows, the messiness of the room including the sheets, the person that was meant be their enemy laying, or in Macaque's case sitting, right next to them. It felt surreal to say the least.

Suddenly, the demon monkey spoke. His voice was soft, unsure sounding, calling out a simple "Wukong" to get the other's attention.

"Yes," Sun replied, "what's up?" having sat up to better look at him.

Macaque breathed deeply, looking out the window infront of him. "Did you.." he began hesitantly, "...mean what you had said last night, about y'know" he finished as he peeked a glance of the other from the corner of his eye.

The sage shifted his feet against the covers restless, having not moved them for hours probably. "Yes, I did, I did mean it Mac" he admitted wholeheartedly which took the other off guard, for Sun Wukong to admit something so openly was a rarity.

The warrior sighed, scooting closer to Monkey as he rested his forehead against the other's. "Where do we stand now? With eachother I mean.." he asked quietly, barely above a whisper for mortal ears but Sun heard him as clear as day.

The stone monkey mimicked the other's jester, taking a moment to enjoy the closest between them. "I don't know" he replied, just as quiet, "but I hope it's good."

Sun Wukong brushed some longer fur behind the other's ears, brushing his fingers along them in manner had wished to earlier. Macaque's ears twitched but he did swat his hand away, instead he simply hummed at the soft affection.

"Me too.." the shadow weaver added gently, melting as Sun moved to hold his face in his hands.

There was move to say, and more was going to be said, but for now the two were happy to relish in the other's presence.

#lego monkie kid #lmk season 3 spoilers?#lmk wukong #lmk macaque #shadowpeach #shadowpeach fic #drabble #late night drabble #couldn't sleep #monkie kid #Sun Wukong #Six-Earred Macaque

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paralyze-fic · 6 months

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Paralyze.

Chapter 25

After Aizawa-sensei and All Might had a little chat with my parents and the twins asked them for autographs, they left. My things were going to be taken tomorrow morning to my dorm and then, back to class.

Our life in the dorms was going to be adventurous.

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"That took me forever," I had just finished fixing my room how I wanted it, and after all that I was feeling a bit thirsty, so I went down to the common room where everybody was.

"Hey, (L/n)," I turned as I heard Mina calling me.

"Yeah?" I opened the fridge, got a water bottle out, and placed it on the counter while I grabbed an empty cup and filled it to half.

"We were gonna do like a room competition, wanna join?" A nod was my response to her, and she smiled happily.

I placed the bottle back in the fridge and drank my water before I walked out of the kitchen. I saw Katsuki whispering something to Eijiro, who simply nodded, and then Katsuki walked up to me.

"Come to my room later. I wanna talk to you." His voice came out in a soft whisper, and I hummed an affirmative 'yes', he turned around and hopped in the elevator.

Everybody started walking up the stairs to the second floor, where Midoriya, Aoyama, Tokoyami and Mineta's rooms were. All the while they checked the rooms and commented on them, I was trying to think of a believable excuse to leave early, like I was sleepy, felt sick or anything of that kind, but got nothing convincing enough, so I just had to tag along silently.

The third floor rooms they had a look of were; Ojiro, Iida, Kaminari and Koda.

On the fourth floor was my room, right next to Katsuki's. "We'll start with (L/n)'s room." At Ochaco's words, I opened the door for them to get inside.

I didn't really have much, a shelf was hung on the wall, books and manga filled them, on the desk was my laptop and some action figures, posters hung on the wall, a two-person couch, a black bean bag, the TV and a big stuffed teddy bear by the feet of my bed.

And let's not forget the air-con, the mini-fridge and the closet each dorm room already had.

"It's simple, yet cool, I like it," Uraraka said and I smiled at her. "Especially the bear. It's so cute."

"Thank you, Uraraka-kun. My siblings gave it to me," my phone buzzed and I stared at the screen. Katsuki was calling me. "Umm, sorry guys, I got to pick up this call, you can keep going without me." They all nodded and walked out of my room. I heard them saying something about Bakugou and Kirishima said he went to sleep.

I peeked out my door, waiting for them to get into the next person's room, which was Eijiro's. Instead of answering the call, I walked out of my room and knocked against Bakugou's door.

The sound of Katsuki's footsteps was nearing the door, and soon it was opened, quickly I walked in and closed it behind me. "What did you want to talk about, Katsuki?" I asked him as he sat down in his bed, I sat beside him.

He was looking at his fingers as he played with them. Katsuki wasn't answering, something I didn't mind, actually I took that silent time to look around his room. It was exactly like how it was at his home, just more like Bakugou now. Some All Might figures on his desk and a few posters of him on his wall, he had more things of the number one hero in his house though.

"Did I..." he began, snapping me out of my mental observations and I stared at him, "Did I end All Might...?" Slowly, he looked up at me, his red eyes glossy with unspilled tears. Instantly, I wrapped my arms around him and held his shivering body close to me.

"No, no, of course you didn't end All Might, Katsuki. Heroes have to retire at some point, and maybe he was getting hit by his age," I tried to add some humour at the end, but that didn't do the trick. "Katsuki, it's okay, don't beat yourself over that, alright? If it worries you so much, why don't we go and talk about it with All Might tomorrow? What do you say?" He shook his head and pulled away.

"It's just... if I had been stronger or quicker, nothing of this would've happened, it's my fault for making All Might how he is now." His hiccups were making their appearance, his sniffing getting louder and the shivering more aggressive. Katsuki was panting and grabbing his head, closing his eyes while crying.

I hugged him, but that didn't seem to be enough, so I lifted him to my lap. His trembling arms wrapped around my waist and he hid his face against my chest, both of his legs were around my hips, and he cried louder now.

I played with his hair, and slowly stroked his back and sides. I didn't say anything, I just let him cry as much as he wanted or needed. That was all I could do for him, seeing as my words didn't help his situation at all.

After a while, maybe twenty minutes had passed, his sobbing ceased and the crying stopped almost completely, some gasps leaving his lips every now and then.

"You feel better?" I whispered in his ear and he nodded, pulling back from my chest and staring up at me. My heart was thumping rapidly at our proximity.

"Yes, thank you (M/n)." Katsuki rested his cheek on my shoulder, breathing slowly and nuzzling my neck, making shivers run down my spine.

"Katsuki..." I called him without thinking.

He looked up at me again, his crimson eyes shining because of all the tears he shed, "Yes?" My hands reached up to his cheeks and I wiped his tears with my thumbs, slowly and carefully. Katsuki closed his eyes and leaned against my palms.

He was behaving like a dog, yet again, and I smiled at that. "You're so cute, Katsuki." I saw his eyes open wide at my words and felt how his face heated up, the warmth of his cheeks against my palms.

I couldn't focus, I was just acting on automatic, like auto-pilot mode, and I wasn't able to regain control of my actions.

Might have been his expression, the situation or all the self-control getting accumulated inside of me for these past months, but my hands pulled his face closer to mine, and as I closed my eyes, my lips pressed down on his.

They were soft, and wet because of Katsuki's tears, but it was so sweet. I wouldn't have changed this first kiss for anything else, because now, for at least a second, I felt like he, Bakugou Katsuki, was finally mine.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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gottaluvharry · 1 year

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a/n: thank you for the love on my last post!!! i appreciate all of you more than you know:) thank you thank you thank you. once again sorry if this has a weird layout or something, i’m typing this on my phone as i don’t have a laptop. xxx

summary: y/n and tomothee had been texting until he suddenly ghosted, so when she sees timmy in a club she teases him by dancing with another man

tw’s: nothing much except for sexual dancing and alcohol

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It had been days since the last conversation I had with Timothee and I was aching to talk to him again. He was so flirty and I really liked him, but his alleged lack of interest got me kind of down.

I listened to The Weeknd and did my makeup, singing and dancing around my room while I got ready- if there was anything that could cheer me up it was a night out with my girls. I gazed at my reflection in the full length mirror- a tall and bronzed figure wearing a little black dress just long enough to keep you wanting more with fluffed up hair and dark sexy makeup stared back. I was ready.

My girls picked me up and we pregamed in the car. We entered the exclusive club already feeling the buzz of our previous shots, excited for what the night might hold. The night was still young after all.

As I danced and drank with my friends, I almost forgot about Timothee- at least until I saw the familiar head of curls across the room. We had worked together on the set of ‘Hot Summer’s Night’, but that felt like eons ago and we were only kids then. Still, after all those years I would never mistake those familiar green eyes and deep messy hair for anyone besides Timothee Chalamet. We locked eyes as I was spinning my friend around my extended arm, and my stomach did backflips at the sight of him. I wondered if he felt the same way. I decided that my only remedy to his sudden appearance was more shots. 5 more shots to be exact.

My judgement was now tainted by the liquid courage, and I danced freely forgetting about Timothee altogether. As i danced up against my friend I caught Timothee eyes. He was sitting at the bar facing towards the dance floor leaning back against the bar counter. His legs spread in the typical ‘man with a big ego’ style, but he made it look so good. He gave me a slight smirk as I flipped my hair to one side and kept his gaze. I noticed that he wasn’t paying any attention to his friend beside him who seemed to be trying to talk to him, but I was pulled out of my thoughts as someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and a tall man with blonde hair and handsome eyes looked down on me.

“May I have your next dance?” he asked as the previous song faded.

I smirked at the idea of Timothee watching me with another man, wondering and secretly hoping he would get jealous. I knew it was an awful thing to do, but my 8 shots begged to differ.

“You may,” I responded mimicking him.

I took his outstretched hand and spun around so my back was pressed flush to his chest.

*i imagined ‘the color violet’ starting to play in the back:)*

I caught Timothee’s eyes and smirked as I leaned back against the blonde guy and closed my eyes feeling the base shake my body. His hands quickly funding my hips and guiding me while mine reached up behind his head to the base of his neck. The orange-ish yellow-ish lights shone down on me as him and I moved together to the beat of the music. I felt like I was moving weightless through the air, completely unaware to everything around me besides Timothee’s gaze. His eye color was a bright shade of green, but the emotion on his face made them seem like the darkest shade of green. Almost as if emerald was fusing with obsidian. He shifted in his seat, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Instead of looking bored and uninterested, he now seemed to be hot and bothered- perfect.

As the song continued I never took my eyes off of him. Something about me dancing against a stranger while keeping eye contact with Timothee the entire time in a high profile club was so exciting. I could feel the sweat staring to stick to my chest, and I knew Timothee could see it shine in the light because of the way he adjusted himself. Even from so far away I could see the darkness in his expression and the lump in his throat. As the song slowly game to an end, the guy turned me to face him, kissed my cheek, whispered a goodbye, and disappeared into the sea of bodies. When I flipped back around to look for Timothee, he was nowhere to be seen. I was almost upset, until I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stick up. A familiarly intimidating presence lingered directly behind me, and I knew exactly who it was.

……. part 2???

————————————————————————I’m not sure if this is even good enough for anyone to want a part 2, but if so let me know! I hope you enjoyed it:) I’m sorry it’s not the greatest, I don’t really know what I’m doing this is all for fun lol. Much love<3333

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#timmy chalamet #timothee x reader #timothee x you #timothee chalamet #timothee blurb #timothee imagine #lil timmy tim #imagine

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Preview: Damage control 10

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Words: 6,010

Warnings: Warnings: dramaaa, emotional turmoil, adultery, secrets and lies, sexual content, a fight that gets slightly physical ( a slap), mention of Damon witnessing some DV as a kid, hints at another drama to come, *SHIT HITS THE FAN*.

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FRIDAY NIGHT

Veronica pulled the sheet over her body, avoiding eye contact with her husband who was staring holes into her. The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop, the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

“What the fuck was that? You weren’t even - were you faking it?”

Veronica didn't answer.

As Damon moved closer to her; she stiffened, her eyes fixing on the wall ahead. His stare wasn't helping any, she felt like his hands were around her throat and needed some space. Leaving him hanging, Veronica kicked the sheet off and headed for their bathroom.

Damon was out of bed quicker than she could reach the door. He grabbed her shoulder,

“What the fuck Ver? You’ve never faked it with me!”

There was a wild look in his eyes, hot anger with utter confusion behind it. His fingers digging into her flesh.

Veronica peeled his fingers off of her, then took a step back.

“I wasn’t in the mood Damon. Don’t overthink it.” Without looking at him again, she entered the bathroom and shut the door.

Minutes later

After some hesitation, Veronica left the bathroom. Damon was sitting on the bed, still naked, now with his laptop in hand. With laser focus, Damon watched the screen, every so often raising a bottle of liquor to his lips.

Damon hasn't even been home long, and already it felt like days. Though she was on pins and needles all day, at least there were distractions; the kids, tending to the house, dinner.

The hours between seeing him at the school earlier and now flew by. Before she knew it, it was dinner time. There was some tension present, but it was manageable. After dinner, they hung out with the kids, then put them to bed.

Damon was handsy with her, as usual, and she knew sex was coming. Because of that, she drank too much to prepare for it. The buzz she got didn't help, it just made it worse. As Damon touched her, she thought about Frankie, and the look in Frankie's eyes as he went about his business, trying to keep cool but feeling anything but.

Now, here they were. Veronica grabbed her robe, slipped it on, and searched for her slippers. It was odd, Damon being attached to the computer right now, but she didn't want to get involved. She didn't bother asking any questions until she found him staring at her,

"What?" she asked, clearly irritated.

Damon said nothing.

"Whatever, watch your porn in peace. I don't care." She put on her slippers and headed for the door.

"What the fuck have you been up to?" Damon asked, sitting up, one hand still clutching the computer.

When she turned to him again, she saw nothing but suspicion in his blue eyes. And that look, that look he gets right before he spirals. She's seen it three times before. In college, when he took over his father's business, and a year back when he was having some issues with a rival.

The rock in her tummy grew heavier. She looked at the door, then headed to him instead, the computer calling her attention. As she reached him, Damon pulled the computer away from her. With his other hand, he took another drink.

Veronica waited for a second, watching him, then grabbed the computer. When she turned it around, her heart stopped; he was reviewing camera footage. Veronica sat on the bed, the laptop in her lap, then stared at him,

“Damon, what are you doing?”

“Seeing if I missed anything - “he roughly grabbed it back.

When she reached for it again, Damon stood, then slammed it close.

"Damon what the fuck?"

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Three.

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Previous chapters - One Two

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“Holy fuck, you look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

“I’m gonna look even hotter when you pull it out and cum all over me.”

Fire. Actual fire roared through him at hearing that, his chest heaving as she blew him with nothing short of expert finesse.

“Yeah, I’ll do that eventually. But first, all my thoughts involve pinning you down, holding you there and wrecking this pretty little pussy some more first.” Grasping her delicate throat, he pushed her back on the bed, her feet coming to rest against his chest, Tommy biting her toes playfully with a hungry growl as he fed his hardness back into her warmth, watching her eyes roll back as her mouth dropped open, Darla gasping softly at being split wide once more.

It was 6am and they’d dozed for a grand total of three hours before awaking to enjoy one another some more. A lot more, in fact. Darla couldn’t remember the last time she’d been left so cock sore, all because of him and the perfect sex they shared.

And it was perfect. Mind blowing wasn’t enough of a statement to describe it. They fit, sexually they were the two most compatible people on earth. If only that wasn’t where her connection with him began and ended. Desire rolled through them both as he stroked her walls with slow, contained thrusts, not wanting to cum too soon, enjoying the way her wet heat flexed and gripped around him.

Trawling her core as she moaned softly, it took everything Tommy had within him not to pound her to a furious finish, closing his eyes, unable to look at her. She looked too good by far to keep his excitement in check. Yes, it was far too much, he decided after a few minutes of containment, his hips beginning to drive forth like a piston against her, the temptation of his release greater than he could resist, his thumb rubbing tight circles at her clit, Darla cresting with a wail before he pulled out and shot his load all over her.

“Fuck,” he panted, his head thudding onto her chest.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s the appropriate word.” She was dazed, buzzing all over, breathless and fluid in the wake of the kind of orgasm that rendered her an utter wreck beneath him. Half an hour later, and they were doing it all over again, their marathon finally drawing to close at close to 9am, Tommy dressing, feeling considerably less tired than he considered he would, thinking to himself that he’d go straight from hers to the gym.

He felt a bit awkward somehow as he dressed, the silence a little uncomfortable as Darla pulled herself into her flower print robe hanging off the back of the bedroom door. What did he say to a woman who although he knew, had no connection with other than the fact he’d spent most of the early hours of the morning balls deep inside of?

By the time he was at the front door, he’d thought of something.

“So, this morning was awesome. If you feel like doing it again, hit me up. You got my number.”

A casual booty call. She could live with that. They didn’t fit well in life, but where sex was concerned, he was pretty much her perfect match. “Yeah, yeah, I will.” She smiled, nodding as she leaned against her doorway, Tommy looking satisfied with her answer. God, he was hot. Too hot.

He winked, walking down from her stoop, Darla letting out a long breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding, turning and closing the door. Now was the time for action, before her hangover hit her any more thoroughly than it already had. Coffee. After brewing a pot, most of which she drank within her huge mug while making herself some toast with almond butter, she headed for a shower and then dressed, picking up her laundry and stripping the sheets from her bed. They absolutely reeked of sex.

After throwing everything into the wash, she once again wrestled with the utility room door that severely needed new hinges, making a mental note to call her landlord. She paid above going rate for such a beautiful apartment within an old Brownstone abode, half of the bottom floor hers, the least she could expect was basic maintenance. She missed the life of being able to go down a few floors and ask the super for assistance, as she’d been able to in her old apartment block. Brownstone living = no building superintendent, lamentably.

Calling for an Uber, she sat on the stoop somewhat awkwardly, so sex sore that she had to shift to one cheek for ease of comfort, snorting quietly with laughter. It would be something her friends picked up on straight away, meeting them in the beautiful surroundings of The Garden Café twenty minutes later.

“You coming in for a landing there, sister?” Chantelle asked, raising an eyebrow after she and Aimee had risen from their seats to greet their friend, Darla hovering slowly over hers until she finally made contact with a grimace. “Pilates?”

“All night sex.” Immediately, Chantelle and Aimee widened their eyes, the latter doing a little dance in her seat as the women enjoyed a moment of immaturity, lots of ‘oooh’s’ and wolf whistles in response to Darla’s statement.

“So, it went well, then, with this old school friend you met up with?” Of course, after she’d been to assist Aimee in bringing over her spare keys earlier that week, she’d revealed her date with Tommy as they’d sat drinking iced tea in the garden.

They paused when approached by a waitress to take their orders, two bowls of Turkish eggs for the non-vegans, and a bloody Mary, avocado toast and a side of tofu scramble for Darla, Chantelle asking for a bottle of prosecco too. It was going to be one of those brunches.

“Well, the sex portion of the date was the redeemer,” Darla began, pouring herself a glass of water from the jug present upon the table. “The rest was bad. Very, very bad.”

Her friends looked expectant, leaning in, wondering what on earth could have been so bad, but lead to their friend deciding to go back and have sex with him regardless. “We didn’t have a single thing in common. In fact, we clashed on pretty much every topic of conversation. He is so not the person I remember. In fact, I think it would be fair to say that I didn’t actually like him all that much. I mean on the surface he’s a nice guy, but we’re just very different as people on a deeper level. Nothing could come of it where a second date is concerned, but sexually, my god. We match.”

“Surely opposites attract though, right?” Chantelle chimed in with, optimistic as ever.

“I think that’s what she’s trying to tell us,” Aimee spoke, giving her a little nudge with her elbow.

“Oh, you know what I mean! We cannot expect to have common ground on everything with the people whom we date!”

“See, I get that, but nothing at all? Absolutely not one thing? I can’t do that. I need to have that connection with someone, shared interests and opinions. I mean, he dissed my Courtney!”

Aimee gasped comically; her eyes wide. “How dare that man bastard come after your queen!”

“It wasn’t just that, he was so bull-headed in his opinions, he wouldn’t even see how the way he thought was wrong!”

Her friends scoffed slightly, knowing her propensities well. “You mean, he wouldn’t let you win an argument and gave as good as he got? Sweetie, we love you to death, but you can be an absolute nightmare sometimes when people don’t immediately concede.”

Aimee’s words weren’t new to her. Darla knew she had a habit of being self-righteous, if she really reflected and took some time to be introspective. However, she’d always been the type to call people out on their opinions, especially if she thought they were being hypocritical. Tommy’s stance on animals and meat eating, for example, had wound her up no end. That was the pinnacle of a hypocrite in her mind.

“But the attraction is there, right? I have to say, that’s odd for you. I do agree, though. With you, you need the full package. What’s so special about this dude that you forwent that and got straight between the sheets to salvage your night?” Chantelle then added, shaking her head in wonder.

Pulling her phone out, Darla quickly consulted Google, finding some promo shots from the Spartan Tournament, turning it around and pointing. “That. That’s what.”

Chantelle’s eyes bulged. “Jesus, lord!” she made the sign of the cross four times at speed, her friends falling apart with giggles.

“I see what you mean. He’s a bit too beefy for my tastes, but I getcha, girl,” Aimee added, leaning in to take a closer look.

“We’re very attracted to one another, and the sex was beyond magnificent. I mean, that man has some talent, for real. Like... I can’t even begin to articulate it! We just, we mesh. That’s all there is to it. I now have myself a very handsome, sexually capable hook up,” she explained succinctly, Chantelle making a gesture with her hand that indicated she expected further details.

“I’m going to need to know more, as a horny married person with a constantly tired husband!”

“Me too,” Aimee piped up. “As a disgruntled divorcee.”

Darla laughed, waving her hands in front of her face. “Alright, alright, but you get only a few snippets. He’s so talented with his mouth, I nearly passed out when I came, has the kind of stamina akin to that of a champion racehorse, and the cock to match as well.”

More whooping and seat dancing thusly followed her revelations, the waitress arriving at just the right time with the requested bottle of prosecco, pouring out a glass for each of the ladies present.

“Okay, alright. Now, my girls. We have more pressing matters to attend to! Vacation discussion, let us at least try and decide on a hotel now we’ve all finally picked a destination.” Darla changed the subject with practicality, wanting to get to the discussion about their trip out to Antigua in five months' time. They were leaving when semester broke for Christmas at Drexel, since getting time off within the academic year was nigh on impossible for her, Chantelle’s job as the owner/operator at a small chain of beauty salons and Aimee’s as a legal PA far more flexible.

Aimee was ready with her iPad, calling up various hotels as they waited for their food to arrive, the three of them still no closer to deciding after their brunches were brought to the table. However, there was now a shortlist in place, four hotels upon it that for the life of them, they could not decide upon.

“I propose a short straw option. That makes it fair.” Chantelle’s suggestion was agreed upon, taking the paper straw from Darla’s bloody Mary (her failsafe hangover cure) and ripping it into three equal length sections, and one significantly smaller before shuffling them in her hand. “Okay, hotels are in order of the list, short straw wins.”

Hammock Cove Resort won out, and with that, their room was booked, all three deciding to share in order to make it a little more pocket friendly since deciding on a four-star experience had been pricey enough, and the rest of their brunch was eaten, the women heading a little further downtown afterwards to enjoy a small shopping spree.

While they were throwing down some serious green in the name of shoes and makeup, Tommy was sweeping up the mess Meadow and her sander had made, Heather behind him mopping down the floors with a mix of hot water and sugar soap, as apparently had to be used. He’d almost cried laughing that morning, walking in from the backyard to the comic sight of the powerful machine dragging his best friend along, until she’d gotten a hold of the handles properly.

“You did right in relenting and letting her sand this down. People would pay a fortune for this flooring,” Heather observed, swishing the mop through the sudsy water before continuing lathering the now beautifully smooth floor. While he was bending to sweep up the last of the wood dust, she couldn’t help but notice something as his t shirt rode up. “Tommy Conlon, did you suffer a mountain lion attack?”

His scratches. Damn. He thought he could have easily concealed the mess Darla’s nails had left him in, but it seemed not. He swore quietly under his breath knowing that the onslaught was coming in three, two, one...

Grabbing his t shirt, Meadow yanked it up, gasping. “Holy shit! Your date with Darla went well, then, judging by this evidence!”

He groaned, turning around, trying not to laugh at the looks on hers and Heather’s faces. “That portion of the night did, but the rest was pretty bad.”

“Bad? Why bad? It’s Darla, she’s lovely!” Meadow began, before seemingly being hit by an idea. “Wait, no! Let me go make coffee and we can sit and talk about it, tell us everything!”

While she buzzed with excitement over the prospect, he sighed, leaning on the broom. “I’m a guy. We don’t do that.”

“Yeah, but we’re girls and we do. You knew this when you signed up to have a female best friend!” Again, he groaned. After three coffees were made and a change of location out to the backyard, his two friends sat, staring at him expectantly.

“Well?” they chorused. Yep. He groaned for a third time.

“It was just bad, that woman is completely full of herself. Like, you can’t have a discussion with her. She literally will interrogate you over your opinions, can’t accept that people think differently to her. I suppose it comes from being a lecturer, she did admit to such, but I ain’t one of her students, you know? She’s totally sanctimonious and besides that, we didn’t have a thing in common. I think everything that bonded us together as childhood friends ceased to exist when we left childhood, so nah, she ain’t for me. Well...”

He trailed off, Meadow and Heather comically looking between him and each other rapidly.

“I sense he has more.”

“I do too, baby. I sense more as well.”

“One part of her is definitely in sync with me. She’s amazing in bed, so yeah, I got a casual fuck out of it, told her to call me if she ever wants to hook up and she said she would. There, that’s all there is.”

“You’re filth!”

“Oh, you act like you weren’t exactly the damn same before you met Heather!”

Meadow put on her best innocent face before smiling lasciviously, her speedy succession of eyebrow raises making him snort laughing into his coffee cup. “No, but I get you. Cookie monster was always a sweetie, but she hated being wrong, so I guess there’s that. Well, like you say, casual fuck and all, so cheers to that.”

Tapping her coffee cup against his she raised it with a grin, still looking expectant. “And now you give us the deets.”

“No.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t be churlish!”

“Mouse, no. And I’m not being churlish, there’s nothing mean-spirited about my right to privacy.”

“Please?”

“No!”

“We need to know!”

“Nope, you don’t. And you won’t get around me by nagging. You won with the sander, anything I shared with Darla is between me and her, not nosy mice.”

Meadow pouted, muttering something about him being a spoilsport, Tommy stretching casually before holding out his middle finger in her direction, snatching his arm back when she made a move to grab it. After finishing their coffees, they went back and continued with the floor, the hot weather thoroughly drying the wood enough for Tommy to begin sealing it with beeswax how Meadow had showed him, working into the early hours and having it finished at close to 2am.

With no clients to see until the following afternoon, he decided to move in what furniture he’d been storing in the hallway, set the TV up and watched a few shows before going to bed at 4am upon his blow-up bed there in the lounge, his bedroom still out of bounds on the account of its lack of floor. Lying there, he shifted, trying to get comfortable, the sex wounds upon his back preventing that somewhat.

At least that particular memory of Darla was nothing but pleasant.

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