#and we know he ain’t getting therapy

[lildoodlenoodle]

We agree Ding Ding is named after the fact she either sounds or functions like a doorbell right? We also agree she, maybe unintentionally, functions as an ESA for Noir to help in dealing with his trauma after EVERYTHING.

#HE SOMETIMES CALLS HER DINGALING AUGHHH #dude by that point has been thru almost every type of trauma #and we know he ain’t getting therapy #he deserves a little buddy #he’s still WITH Felicia for gods sake #the 30-40 yr old who he slept with at 16/17 like GIRL #and it makes me so upset cause ik damn well the writers were not thinking or considering the implications of it #tell me what healthy coping mechanisms that man has #name one I dare you #like he’s so silly why’d he name her DingDing #also I’m pretty sure he’s the only Peter Parker we really see with a pet #I think there’s one comic based on MCU where he gets a fish #spider noir conspiracies #spider noir #spiderman noir #Spider-Man

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Cure [Sex Pollen Trope]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x AFAB Reader x Frank Castle

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Sex Pollen Situation 1. A fictional substance that makes the characters experience unbearable pain if they don't fuck. "You, Bucky, and Frank are exposed to a strange chemical in an abandoned Hydra warehouse. And there's only one way to make the effects wear off faster."

Warnings: SMUT/18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio). No use of Y/N. AFAB Reader. Implied sexual assault of and by Bucky during his time as the Winter Soldier. Implied past/current casual sexual relationships between the Reader/Bucky and Reader/Frank. All the dubious consent circumstances that come with sex pollen. Unprotected P in V, threesome, breeding kink, creampies, multiple orgasms, pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart, honey). 

WC: 3,200

A/N: Trope de Sept order got a little shuffle. Don't worry, everything is still coming, I just wanted to space out characters, fic types, etc. now that I have a better idea of what the rest of the fics will be.

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How you and Bucky managed to get separated from the rest of the team, you weren’t sure.

The Hydra base was recently abandoned. Tipped off that the Avengers were on their way, they scrambled to make their escape, leaving miscellaneous papers, weapons, and other evidence of guilt behind.

You certainly weren’t going to take anyone in on this, but at least you’d have some clues that could maybe point to where they’d be next.

You and Bucky made your way into some kind of lab, the rest of the team raiding other areas of the base. Coms were down, but you weren’t too concerned as there seemed to be no threat that required back up. Hydra left this place abandoned and disheveled due to their hastened exit.  

“Shit. There’s no one here.” Bucky lamented, sending a set of empty beakers crashing to the floor in frustration

“Not no one, but sure as shit ain’t Hydra.” a gravelly voice cut through the darkness of the lab

You and Bucky turned to the source; a tall figure attached to dusty combat boots, vest dripping with white paint smears and long-ago dried blood splatters. He wore a scowl on his tired face, a bruise covering the left side of his jaw, and had a rifle slung over his shoulder.

“Castle.” Bucky nodded toward him

“Barnes. Sweetheart.” he nodded back to the two of you

“I’m sorry– sweetheart? How do you two…” Bucky asked, pointing between you and Frank.

“Remember when you said I should get a hobby? You know when weeks go by and there are no missions?” you said

“I meant like, take up pickleball or crocheting; not get sexually involved with vigilantes.”

“Hey, hey!” Frank rebutted

“Woah!” you also interrupted Bucky’s implication “Who said anything about me sleeping with him? No, I started taking on some– let’s just call them personal cases outside of work. You know, using my powers to be the everyman's hero. I run into Frank on rooftops sometimes.”

“So your hobby is being a superhero, when you’re not at work being a superhero?”

“I mean sometimes we also sleep with each other.” Frank added

Frank was lucky your powers didn’t involve laser vision, or else he’d be burnt to a crisp by the way you glared at him.

“Really, doll? Castle?”

“You know what Bucky, I don’t need judgment from someone who's dating pool includes all four of the Golden Girls. Wait, how do you two know each other?” you motioned between him and Frank

“A mutual friend of ours, Curtis Hoyle, runs a veterans therapy group once a week. It usually also turns into a poker game at my place afterwards.”

“Wilson joins sometimes too.” Frank added

“Didn’t think this was your scene, Castle,” Bucky said, bringing the subject back to the mission “Thought you worked alone. You’re not thinking of joining up are you?”

Frank scoffed. “Nah. Following a lead. Led me here.”

“To a world wide terrorist orginization’s base?”

“You’d be surprised how many of the street level scumbags I chase down are involved in shit like this.”

“So you came here to go all Punisher on them?”

Frank raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Sure, the Avengers have been playing whack-a-mole with them for years, but the vigilante with a rage problem and a bunch of guns is gonna do it.” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“Fairness to me, didn’t know just what this place was til I got here.”

Bucky let out a deep exhale. He glanced between you and Frank, before returning his focus to the abandoned lab around you.

“Well you’re here now, might as well make yourself useful.”

The three of you looked high and low through the lab and turned up nothing of real value that could even be a glimmer of a lead on what Hydra was planning next or where they had scurried off to.

Bucky used his vibranium arm to bust open the door of a locked walk-in freezer, the last place it seemed you hadn’t searched.

Various test tubes and bags of medical supplies sat on the shelves, some full of odd looking substances, others spilled over and shattered from Hydra’s escape efforts.

Frank walked up to a shelf containing vials of cherry-colored liquid, picking one up in his large hand and examining it curiously.

“Don't touch that!” Bucky exclaimed, lunging forward just as Frank turned his head

Their bodies collided, sending the glass canister spinning into the air and crashing down to the ground. The red substance splashed all over the concrete floor and tiny fragments of glass flew in every direction.

“Castle, please tell me you didn’t just do that.”

“The hell you mean, me? You’re the one who pushed me!” Frank argued back

Bucky’s panic stricken gaze met yours and you had never seen fear quite like this in his eyes.

“Don't breathe.” he commanded

“What do you mean don’t breathe?” you asked, shaking off some of the liquid that splattered on your boot

“Oh god, no no no. It’s too late. We’ve all already been exposed.” Bucky lamented, sinking to the floor with his head in his hands.

“Bucky, what is that stuff? What is going on?”

“It’s a serum.”

“Like a super soldier serum?”

“Yes. But also no. This one’s effects are temporary. And highly potent. And very airborne.”

“Airborne. Like we all just breathed it in?”

“Yep.” he confirmed

“So what does it do? What’s gonna happen to us?” you asked, panic rising in your chest

“When I was theirs,” he motioned to the room around you, implying his time as Hydra’s prisoner “They realized all their sick experiments finally worked on me and they wanted more super soldiers, to replicate what they’d created in my bloodstream. The problem was, this was right around the time Dr. Zola got captured and arrested by the team that would become Shield.”

You glanced up and down the shelves once more, hoping something in here could be used for first aid in treating whatever the hell was about to happen to the three of you.

“So without their best scientist, no matter how many liters of my blood they took and tried to recreate the serum with, they couldn’t. In a last ditch attempt, they thought maybe it could be transferred genetically, They thought maybe they could use me to breed more supersoldiers.”

Your attention snapped back to Bucky.

“Breed? Wait, so they made you…? Oh my god, with who?!” you asked in horror as Bucky revealed yet another disturbing detail of his past

“Usually volunteers for Hydra’s cause. Sometimes other prisoners; women they also had been doing experiments on.”

“That’s disgusting.” you commented

“Believe me, I’m aware.”

“But what does that have to do with that stuff?” Frank motioned to the mess still splattered on the floor

“Zola’s prodigy, a real peach of a human named Dr. Whitehall, wanted to ensure the maximum possibility my DNA would take and the women participants would be as fertile as possible. I mean, after all this shit they did to me before, they thought maybe my swimmers would be pretty fried and they could create something to remedy that. So that stuff is a concoction he created in the 70s, basically it enhances all sexual urges to their most primal instinct, so those exposed are inclined to reproduce.”

“So it’s horny juice?” Frank asked

“Eloquent as always Castle, but yes. I’d say we have about ten more minutes before it kicks in. Once it does, it’s really painful until it’s out of your system or until you act on what it wants you to.” he turned to you “Okay here’s what’s gonna happen– Doll, you’re gonna go outside and lock Frank and me in this freezer so you’ll be safe from us.”

“Safe from you? What do you mean?”

“This stuff, it kinda alters your self control for a while. Like I said, it makes you run more on instinct, especially when the painful side effects hit. Once it starts kicking in, we’ll do anything to get rid of the pain. Frank and I won’t be able to resist you and you won’t be up for putting up much of a fight either. Get somewhere where our coms will work again and radio to the team, have them get you to Banner’s lab immediately. He might be able to concoct something to ease your symptoms for a few days.”

“A few days?!”

“Well it fades faster if you… ya know. But if you don’t, it could take a while to move through your system.”

“What about the two of you?”

“We’ll just have to… take care of ourselves here.” he said, making lewd gesture with his hand “Won’t be as efficient as the real thing, but it’ll help.” 

“I’m not gonna leave the two of you to just jack off and suffer.”

“Sweetheart, we’ll be fine. Just worry about you.” Frank chimed in, agreeing with Bucky

“If the solution is to… you know fuck it out. I mean shit, it’s nothing I haven’t already done with either of you.”

“Excuse me?” Frank inquired, now the one whipping his head to look between the two of you

“Remember in group a couple months ago when I said I got casually involved with a coworker, but broke it off cause it was getting in the way of our work? Well...” Bucky gestured towards you

“Unbelievable.” Frank grumbled with a shake of his head

You sat on the floor across from Bucky, tac suit suddenly feeling a bit too tight and itchy against your skin.

“This freezer we’re in… it’s still on right?” you asked

“Yeah.”

“Then why do I feel like I’m gonna combust at any minute?”

“It’s the serum. Shit, it’s already taking effect.” Bucky rushed over and crouched down beside you “Doll, you sure you don’t want to get out of here?”

“No. I want to stay. I want to help both of you and I don’t want to go through this alone either.” you said, unzipping your jacket and tossing it across the room without a thought, “Jesus it feels like my blood is on fire.”

You fanned yourself with your hands to no avail. This must have been how your mother felt during your teenage years when she’d lament about hot flashes.

Suddenly, you understood what Bucky meant by pain all over your body. It started small, almost like a needle prick, near your abdomen, but rapidly spread like ink on wet parchment.

Evidence that they were both starting to feel it too was showing; the way Frank’s brows were scrunched and how he was keeled over, hands on his knees with white knuckles gripping at his jeans. Bucky’s supersoldier powers combined with his previous exposures to this substance, he seemed reasonably calm compared to the two of you. His blue eyes were glazed over in a vacant stare as he sat on the ground across from you. Sweat droplets were beginning to form on his unusually pale skin. 

“P–please” you begged to both of them, pain suddenly unbearable as you pushed your pelvis off the floor, trying to find relief with friction against nothing.

You reached out to Bucky, but he shook his head no.

“Take care of Frank first.” he lulled his head to look at you “I’m more resistant to it’s effects. I’ll be fine for a while.”

“How many times do we have to… you know, to get it out of our systems?” you asked, still writhing your body against the air.

“As many times as it takes.” Bucky said

“Frankie” you reached a hand forward, beckoning him towards you.

He stumbled as he crossed the room, still slouched over slightly as he walked.

Frank’s cock was obviously strained against his jeans as he crouched down in front of you, deep brown eyes meeting your gaze.

“Sweetheart, you sure?” he asked once more, resistance to the serum fading quickly as he ran the back of two fingers down your arm, stroking you in reassurance.

As soon as his hand brushed your skin, icy relief washed over you, sending goosebumps along your flesh. You had the irresistible urge to press more of his skin against yours, to be as close to him as possible to quell the heat still bubbling beneath the surface.

All you could do was nod in response as you lunged forward, rubbing your hand along the bulge in his pants. Frank whined, a sound you’d never heard him make in the times you’d fallen into bed together, before crashing his lips against yours.

His kisses were fiery, full of tongue and teeth, like he just couldn’t drink enough of you in. Usually so patient and tender in bed, his large hands were now clawing at you, desperately trying to rid you of your clothes as quickly as he could. 

He tugged off your boots in one motion, allowing you to shimmy your pants down your body. Both of your shirts were quickly discarded as well. Fumbling to unbutton his jeans and push them down, Frank let out a relieved sigh as he finally freed his aching cock. The cool air from the freezer hit your sopping cunt, refreshing as another wave of heat rolled through your body as the serum was now fully in control.

You glanced over to Bucky as Frank laid you down on the hard concrete floor. His eyes were squeezed shut in a mixture of pain and pleasure, flesh hand down his pants stroking himself to quell the growing anguish as he listened to you and Frank. 

“Goddamnit doll, I can smell you.” His breathing was labored as he spoke.

Frank reached down, running a trembling finger through your folds.

“Shit Barnes, of course you can, she’s soaked.”

“P– please Frank” You begged again as Frank touched you where you needed him most, the action unknowingly teasing you into more pain.

“Shhh shh shh sweetheart. I know. It’s hurting me too. I’ll take care of you.” Frank reassured, sliding two fingers into you effortlessly

A strained sob slipped from you as he pumped in and out of you, relieved at the sensation but still in so much agony from not getting what you really needed.

“I think you’re ready.” he commented, barely restraining himself from just taking you roughly

You reached for his shoulders, guiding him fully on top of you. As he lowered himself he slid inside you in one motion, sinking all the way in easily. The serum didn’t allow him any pause, hips immediately snapping in and out with rough thrusts, primal need taking full control. His ample length repeatedly hit that perfect spingey spot inside you, causing you to cry out.

God the sounds in the room were downright sinful. Frank, who had been incredibly verbal during your previous trists, now reduced to only groans and grunts being swallowed by your sloppily placed kisses. Bucky’s lewd moans echoed off the walls and combined with the sound of skin slapping and your mewling. The vulgar symphony only spurred you on. Your peak hit you surprisingly quickly, though you attributed that to the foreign chemical invading your system.

It was like no other orgasm you’d ever had, like those viral videos of a firework finale all accidentally exploding at once. It felt endless, like you’d just be there cumming on the floor for the rest of your life.

“Shit honey, keep squeezing me just like that.” Frank finally found his words, climbing his own summit to relief. His large hand gripped at your jaw, steadying you beneath him as his movements became more erratic, an improvised drum solo of a brutal pace.

His dark eyes met yours, pupils blown out as he watched you come apart beneath him once more. Another overwhelming orgasm washed over you, more intense than the last.

That was enough to drag Frank over the edge with you. He pulsed deep inside you, filling you to the brim so much that you could feel it running down your legs before he even pulled back.

“Goddamnit.” he groaned into your shoulder

Sprawled out on the floor, you were an absolute mess of your own slick and sweat and Frank’s cum, but you didn’t care. You still direly needed more relief and knew Bucky must’ve been in total agony by this point; listening and watching you and Frank go at it.

“How you doing sweetheart?” Frank asked as he rolled off you, now a little more clarity that he’d gotten one orgasm out. You could still see the strained muscles in his neck, his skin still a shade of red as his lust was not yet fully satiated. 

“Better. Still hurts a little but much more bearable. Bucky, you ready to take over?”

He was slumped against the wall, eyes still squeezed shut. His jacket and shirt were gone and his pants were undone. But he’d given up on touching himself, knowing it wouldn’t soothe his suffering in the way he needed. You crawled across the floor toward him.

“Hey Buck? Eyes on me baby.”

His eyes snapped open and looked at you, full of desperation and pity.

“Let me help, yeah?” you spoke sweetly

He nodded, watching limply as you fumbled with his fly and exposed his throbbing length.

A switch seemed to flip inside him as you straddled him and sank down, coming alive with an animalistic fervor as you rocked your hips slowly. He let out a hearty exhale feeling your velvety walls all the way down his cock, finally alleviating the anguish he’d been trying so hard to conceal. 

Every sensation in your body was amplified, every touch of Bucky’s skin against yours was exquisite, every caress of his metal arm up and down your back shot like lightning striking straight to your core. You could feel every ridge of his cock, every thrust, every exhale. Overwhelmed by it all, you collapsed against his shoulder, letting him take the reins as he began to pitch himself up into you. How different he was too in this circumstance than the times previously you’d had him. Long languid strokes to ensure you’d feel it all long forgotten in favor of dragging you down by the hips over and over to meet his pace, every slam punctuated by lust and fury. Muttering ‘oh god’ and ‘yes baby please’ into your ear.

A soft caress brushed along the back of your neck, Frank kneeling behind you placing tender, open-mouthed kisses across your shoulder blades as you and Bucky fucked it out. The urge must’ve been building in him again because his hands were all over you and soon enough you weren’t sure whose grasp was where, only vaguely aware because Bucky’s vibranium touch was cool and calm amongst the heightened temperature of your sweaty skin. 

Your orgasm with Bucky blossomed, rising from deep within your core and spreading like wings in the breeze. You cried into his shoulder as he did not relent in his pace, pulling your pelvises flush as he came inside you with a carnal moan.

But you still weren’t satiated and you could tell neither were they. Fuck, this was gonna be a long night. 

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #sebastian stan #frank castle x reader #frank castle #jon bernthal #trope de sept #sex pollen #bucky x you #frank castle x you #imagine #bucky barnes x you x frank castle

[rebouks]

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Ivan: Well, how’d y’think it makes me feel when the only thing I can get outta you for months is that you’re bored. Is it not enough-.. am I not enough? [Bruno sighed heavily and shook his head with frustration; Ivan just wasn’t getting it] Bruno: Why do you always make everything about yourself? It’s not about how you feel. Ivan: I ain’t sayin’ it is! Bruno: You wanted to know what was wrong-.. but I knew you wouldn’t like the answer, so I kept it to myself. Bruno: I just feel empty and alone, no matter who I’m with or what I’m doing, it’s always the same. I’ve felt like that for as long as I can remember, even when I was a child. Like if I disappeared one day, no one would really care-.. you’d think so at first, but after a month or two it’d be as though I never existed. Ivan: That ain’t true at all… Bruno: Maybe, maybe not, but that’s how I feel regardless. Ivan: Maybe y’oughta get yourself on somethin’, like-… Bruno: Antidepressants don’t help, therapy doesn’t help-.. drugs, alcohol, none of it changes anything. I don’t think I know how to exist in this life; not happily, anyway. Ivan: Don’t say that! Y’just need a purpose or somethin’, I dunno… [Bruno shrugged dismissively; Ivan would never understand. How could Mr. Passionate ever make sense of the bleak void that enveloped his core, that inherently made him who he was?] Bruno: Probably. [Ugh, another deep and twisting adult conversation that made Robin’s head spin. He wondered if this was all grown-ups did; get too busy or stubborn to deal with each other and their bullshit until it all became too much, then take a vacation, relax and let it all out only to repeat the same ridiculous cycle as soon as they got home] Ivan: Y’know I love ya, right? We’ll figure somethin’ out. Bruno: I know, but I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to figure-… Ivan: What the fuck, B? I don’t exactly wanna give u-… [A twig snapped; just as Robin had decided to turn around too-.. bollocks] Ivan: Hey, bud. Bruno: What’re you doing here? [Robin knew that Bruno was feeling extra tense right now, but as nice as he could be, he still felt a little wary of him. He’d seen far too much of his checkered past, and Robin could tell he didn’t carry quite the same guilt as his father or Ivan did-.. nor was he as innocent as them. If you knew too much, which he most certainly did, Bruno was a scary man] Robin: I was just e-exploring. Bruno: It’s a bit late for that, you should be in bed. Ivan: Aye, go on.. we can explore in the mornin’. Ivan: Y’didn’t have t’scare the poor lad. Bruno: He shouldn’t be eavesdropping then. Ivan: Kids are just fuckin’ nosy, B.. simmer down.

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #ivan harper #bruno clarke #robin finch #ouuugh ur so right it hurts robin #fkjkj #and ik robin can't help but hear/see things he shouldn't but maaaan.. bruno would be so pissed if he knew just how much robin “heard” #eeesh #he barely opens up to ivan never mind anyone else #😬

[dirtybitfic]

Therapy pt.3

Matt sturniolo x y/n / fem reader

Smutt, kinks, dom matt, punishments, a lot of crazy shit to do with the kinks discussed in the two therapy sessions. Lots of dirty shit honestly too much to put in the warning so … 🫦

Matts pov-

Im so worked up right now. After her saying she likes a challenge I just could not handle it anymore. I know its not appropriate to have sex with a client but fuck me with y/n I just cant control myself.

Since the first session she's been running through my mind. She is absolutely beautiful for one and the kinks she has are music to my ears whenever she reads them off. Ive had multiple dreams about the nasty depraved things I want to do to her and after tonight I don't know if we’ll be able to go back to just a therapist client relationship.

I see the way she looks at me when she thinks im not paying attention and fuck the way she bites her lip nervously after reading her kinks is so hot to me. She is such a dirty girl but hides it all under this sweet innocent persona and it drives me wild. I want to see her brake for me ... hear her begging me to let her cum and watching her unravel over and over until she's crying and begging for me to stop.

Tonight I will finally get what ive always wanted and the best part is I know she’ll let me . I don't think she caught it but when she described her type in our first session she pretty much described me perfectly. The tattoos , dark hair , blue eyes, a dark mysterious persona and not too mention her size kink.

Y/n is not super short but compared to me she looks so small and it drives me wild anytime she looks up at me when I stand in front of her . She constantly has bedroom eyes and thats one feature I love on her gorgeous little face . Im 6'4 and she's probably around 5'7 so as you can imagine the height difference is a good amount . (Ik this man’s is a cool 5’8 but we gonna act like he ain’t alright)

As she sits next to me in the car I cant help but watch her as her thighs squeeze tightly together and her breathing is slightly fast. I wonder what her gorgeous little mind is thinking knowing im taking her back home with me. I know she was tipsy when she said those words to me but drunk words are sober thoughts and im so glad she finally made it clear she is also attracted to me .

These 15 minutes need to go bye quick ... because once I get her inside this damn house she in for a very long night.

Your pov-

Your going crazy in his passenger seat your mind is running wild with possibility’s of what is going to happen.

The thought of him above me with his hand around my neck as he fucks into you so hard your crying is on a non stop loop in your mind you’ve been clenching your thighs for so long they are cramping . You’ve tried to think about anything else but every time you try every thought turns into him again. He's consuming your mind and you cant wait for him to consume every other part of you.

The fact he is in a high class b.d.s.m club also tells you a lot . All the men there are dominants of high power and class . Your mind wanders back to the two men Matt had introduced you to and honestly you feel bad that they will probably never hear from you but now that you know you can have Matt you don't even want to look at them again.

You were sonly entertaining them just incase u had to settle for the next best choice but you know Matt is going to ruin you tonight and after this there is no going back and you pray this car ride is almost over.

How much longer do we have

About 10 more minutes ... why

I just really have to pee this isn't a lie I do have to pee but we all know the real reason I wanted to know

don't worry were almost there

he sets his hand on your thigh causing your breathe to hitch , even the smallest touch from his hand has your pussy clenching and pulsing. he rubs small circles with his thumb causing you to let out a soft sigh but it came out more like a moan.

you don't try to cover it up you just keep looking out the window as the trees pass by and you finally pull up to a large black gate.

It opens when he presses a button and he slowly makes his way up the very long windy road leading up to what you can only guess is the house.

There are lights lining the road every few feet and there are old looking willow trees scattered along the sides . It's beautiful yet creepy at the same time.

The car come to a stop and you look through the front windshield at a beautiful modern gothic mansion

Wow Matt your house is just ... wow

Thank you me and my brothers have a love for gothic style architecture

god you drive my dream car and live in my dream house could you be more perfect

he laughs softly Well if you like the outside you’ll love the inside come on

you smile at him as you rush out of the car excited to see the interior of his gorgeous home

he gets out locking the car and taking your hand in his as he leads you to the front door and unlocks it letting you enter first .

you walk into the most breathe taking foyer.

Holy fuck you look around already involve with the house and this is only the entrance

im guessing you like it

LOVE it

he smiles and chuckles

wait till you see the victorian greenhouse in the back he says smiling at you leading you into the living room

God this house keeps getting better and better you say as you take in the dark interior of the living room.

I think your gonna love the kitchen come on he says leading you down a dark emerald green hallways into a large kitchen.

You're right I do love it . You guys love dark colors huh

yeah I guess so he says looking around actually realizing most of the house is black with dark accent colors.

I like it a lot even though its dark it doesn't feel depressing

yeah I agree . Okay time for the greenhouse

Oh . my .god this is beautiful . I have an entire Pinterest board for my dream house and i've always loved the idea of having a interior greenhouse but this is just beautiful you start walking around looking at all the flowers and plants they have growing around .

Yeah My brother nick loves this part of the house he actually does most of the planting and stuff

he has great taste in flowers night rider lilys are my favorite flower

He would talk your ear off for hours about all these flowers if he could

I would probably love that actually I mean this is just beautiful . Your lucky to have this in your house I hope you know that

oh I do trust me but lets go upstairs I wanna show you my favorite room

okay you say taking his hand as he leads you down another dark hallways leading to a spiral staircase .

As you reach the last step it enters into a large library

wow this is by far my favorite room

I knew you'd like it go up those stairs and look on the middle 3 shelves I think you'll like that section he says smirking

you take the staircase up and go to the shelves he told you too . You look at the books noticing they are all dark romance books . They are all hard covers and you trace them with your fingers landing on one in particular . Haunting Adeline by H.D Carlton your favorite book you've read by far.

Matt steps behind you placing his hands on your hips .

You read haunting Adeline?

multiple times . I love this book

is that what started your stalker fantasies

It didn't start it but it definitely made it 10 times worse

what did start them he asks as you traced over other books that you've read

Honestly from a young age I always had thought in my brain that someone was or could be watching me through my window . My childhood home had woods behind and around the right side so I was always paranoid someone was out there but I guess... as I grew up the idea became appealing instead of scary.

mmm you like the cat and mouse game don't you... he moves closer to you as his lips brush your earlobe you like feeling like prey being hunted by a large ... scary ... predator hmmm . Don't you ?

you moan at the feel of his hands on you and the dirty words he said too you

I asked you a question he says as one of his hands travels up to your neck gripping it and spinning you around .

Now answer it... he says in a deep husky voice

y-yes I like it

mm such a depraved little slut aren't you

you moan not knowing what to say

never being satisfied ... having to come to me he says as he steps closer making your back hit the wall of books and you have to arch your neck that his hand is still around to look up at him towering over you.(again were pretending that this man isn't 5'8 alright) Telling me all the dirty ... depraved things you crave

you moan.

im gonna give you everything you want ... and your gonna thank me over and over

Jesus Christ you moan as you feel the wetness pooling in your underwear and slightly dripping down your thigh. You've never been so aroused in your life and all you want to do is beg him to touch you

his hand that was on your hip travels under your dress and up your thigh as his long fingers reach the inner of your thigh he groans

Such a little slut . Your so turned on its running down your thigh and I haven't even touched you yet

you whine as his hand slowly inches closer to where you need hm most

your gonna have to wait... the house tour isn't over yet

oh fuck you you sigh out. You're so turned on its driving you crazy .

excuse me he says gripping your throat even tighter and grabbing your face with his other making you look at him. You whine as you feel your teeth pressing into your cheeks from his tight hold.

you might want to watch your tone with me he says staring intently in your eyes.

yes sir you bite back your words laced with attitude

he lets go of your face and yanks you by your hand after him.

You make your way into a long hallway with a couple doors on each side

He opens the first one and its a fairly large bathroom

nice bathroom okay next room

someone is eager huh he says as he leads you to the next door

this is my brother chris's room

oh nice

then he walks to the next door farther down the hall on the left

and this is my brother nicks room

do you all live on the same floor ?

no my room is on the basement level

oh ... why?

you'll see he says as he leads you to the last room.

this is chris's at home studio he says as you let go of his hand and walk around looking at all the equipment.

does he make music ?

Sometimes yeah but he's more into producing backtracks and beats and stuff

that so cool

yeah the man loves his music . Come on I wanna show you the backyard

he leads you out of the room and down another flight of stairs leading out to the backyard.

This is one of my favorite parts of the house

wow the pool is amazing

yeah its great. and its heated so you can use it all year round

damn thats nice

yeah its pretty great but come on I saved the best rooms for last

he leads you back inside the house and leads you down a dark flight of stairs to the basement level .

The stairs lead into another living room

wow its dark down here

yeah I like it dark it feels ... cozy to me

mmm you hum as you look at the dark blue couch and the nice fire place behind it.

he leads you down another long hallway to the room at the end.

This is my room he says before opening the door

mmm its dark but cozy I like it

and that is my closet over there and this is my bathroom

mm its like your own apartment down here

yeah I love my brothers a lot but I like to have my own space

I get that , do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick

not at all go ahead he says as you swiftly make your way into the bathroom closing the door behind you. You had been holding in your pee for the entire house tour.

you make your way to the toilet and finally relieve yourself with a sigh. As you sit you look around the large bathroom noticing the nice ass shower. Your mind wanders to things you'd love to do with him in that shower.

You finish up and wash your hands and make your way back out into the room .

Matt is in the middle of taking off dress shirt and you cant help but watch the way his back muscles tense as he pulls in off and sets it in a laundry hamper.

he pulls on a black sweatshirt he must have changed into his sweatpants while you were in the bathroom .

He turns around noticing you .

Feel better

yes much better. I held it in for a while

he chuckles and then walks closer to you as he bends down and lifts one of your feet you balance yourself by placing a hand on his shoulder. He takes of your heel and then the other.

You sigh feeling so much more comfortable .

Go into my closet and grab a sweatshirt I know you probably want to get out of that dress

as you make your way to the closet he slaps your ass causing you to gasp.

you smile as you make your way into the large walk in closet and finding a line of sweatshirt hung on the top rack .

you grab a grey sweatshirt and start undoing your dress as it slips off . You weren't wearing a bra under the dress so all you have under his large sweatshirt is your lace thong that is soaked with your arousal from earlier.

you walk back out and he smiles at you .

You look good in my sweatshirt

yeah its comfy too to say as you hold your arms out looking down .

its fits big on you since he's significantly taller than you.

I have a feeling I won't be getting it back anytime soon

yeahhh don't hold your breathe you say smiling back at him.

ready for the last room

mhm you smile knowing you're finally going to be getting what you want after this last room.

he leads you out of his room and down a small hall leading to a large door at the end .

I think you'll like this one he says with a smirk on his face.

he opens the door and turns on the light . Your mouth drops as you see what the room is.

A fucking sex dungeon

you walk around the room looking at all the whips and ropes that line the left wall. The right wall is adorned with blindfolds and other kind of restraints .

you still think you can handle me he says in your ear as he swiftly walks around you with his hand on your waist

you make eye contact nodding your head hoping hell finally touch you.

take the sweatshirt off he says sternly.

you slowly lift it over your head as your nipple immediately harden since this part of the house is cooler than the rest.

he groans at the sight of your bare body in front of him.

he slowly traces a hand down your face then neck and then he reaches your tits as he pulls on your nipples causing you to moan from the pain and pleasure.

he pulls on them harder making you gasp for air .

his hands move to your waist as he effortlessly picks you up and holds under your thighs to keep you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

he brings his mouth to your neck biting and sucking leaving marks as you moan from the feeling.

you sound so beautiful he goes back into your neck leaving more marks.

your legs tighten around his waist as he bites down harshly on your shoulder

fuck you gasp as he lets go and kisses it softly

he sets you down and spins you around walking you over to the couch and bending you over the arm rest .

he bends down so his mouth is at your ear

I think you need to learn some manners hmm

you know that he's probably referring to the library when you coped an attitude with him .

all you do is shake your head yes

use your words y/n . he says in a harsh tone that has you pulsing around nothing.

yes you say sounding out of breathe .

yes what ...

yes sir

good girl

you hear him walk away but stay where he put you .

you hear him step back behind you and feel something cold run along your left ass cheek . You lay there waiting for what he's going to do .

Something slaps down on your cheek causing you to gasp . It didn't hurt but it definitely would leave a mark if he smacks harder.

you know what this is ? he asks seeing if you'll guess correctly

ummm I don't know

he smacks down the object again with more force causing your hips to buck harshly into the arm rest.

take a guess and maybe ill go easy on you

fuck umm I... a crop wip

he smacks down on your other cheek

such a smart girl

you moan at his praise as he smacks down again.

he tosses it on the couch and grabs you to stand up by your hair causing you to whine.

You have no idea what I want to do to you right now

you let out a quiet moan .

Please . Do anything you want .use me

yeah you want me to treat you like the dirty little slut you are his tone making it evident he's smirking.

yes... fuck please

he lets go of your hair and walks over to the wall of blindfolds picking up a blue satin one and walking back over to you .

turn around he says as he stands in front of you .

You do as he says and he ties it around your eyes and nots it at the back securing it tightly .

you run your hands over the silky cool material smiling .

he guides you by your waist until he pushes you down to sit on the edge of the couch your back arching into the back of the couch.

his hands move up and down your sides until he reaches your panty lines and pulls them down your legs slowly .

spread your legs for me show me how much of a mess i've made you

you spread your legs and he groans

such a pretty little pussy he says before placing soft wet kisses on your inner thighs causing you to squirm in anticipation.

his breathe hits your sensitive clit and your hips buck . You want him to finally touch you so badly you just cant help yourself .

he places a soft kiss on your clit causing you to moan .

fuck... please

tell me what you want

please I need your mouth so bad

mmm he groans before diving into your pussy as he licks and sucks .Fuck he's good at this . Your breathing is erratic as you squirm under him .

oh- my god fuck

yeah ... am I making you feel good he says before going back to sucking your clit

yes fuck so good you moan out . He starts flicking his tongue in the perfect spot that has your legs trembling.

Oh FUCK oh my god right there

he smirks against your pussy as he inserts a finger inside your gushing entrance eliciting a loud moan from you.

Oh my god fuck im so close

Cum for me sweetheart cover my mouth with it

his words immediately send you tumbling over the edge as your legs tremble and you're gasping for air .

such a good girl for me he says as you come down from your high and he pulls his finger out of you .

your catching your breathe as he licks his fingers clean.

such a sweet little pussy he groans .

get up he says in a raspy tone you immediately obey standing up and waiting for more instruction.

he walks over to the wall of restraints and ropes he picks a set and walks back over to you .He pulls off the blindfold and throws it down.

you blink adjusting to the lights then looking down at what's in his hand.

you smile and he notices.

come on he says making you walk in front of him .

he watches the way your ass moves when you walk making him even more painfully hard than he already is.

you make it back in his room and he shuts the door harshly then grabs you buy the back of the neck.

hands behind your back

you hold them behind your back and he puts the wrist restrains on securing them enough they won't slip off but not tight enough to hurt.

walk to the end of the bed

You walk slowly to the end of the bed as he trails closely behind.One you reach the end he moves your hair and tells you to hold it . He then secures the neck piece of the restraints. It holds your head at and angle that is slightly uncomfortable but you enjoy it.

He pulls his sweatshirt off and he spins you around to face him.

You look so beautiful all restrained for me

you smile up at him as your eyes trail his upper body the best they can with the restraints .

he pushes your shoulders down as he makes you sit on the edge of the bed.

he slowly unties the string of his sweatpants and slides them down and kicks them off.

Your gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty little mouth

you moan in agreement.

his bulge is right in front of your face causing you to gulp. He is definitely not small and that makes you slightly nervous.

He starts pulling down his boxers causing his rock hard dick to pop out and slap you on the face. You jump not expecting it which makes him chuckle.

Open .

you open your mouth and he shoves his middle and ring finger into your mouth you gag slightly as they hit the back of your mouth and your eyes water.

mmm were gonna need to work on that he says as you gag on his finger the farther he pushes back.

He pulls them out and strokes his long thick length a couple times before looking down at you smirking.

he taps his dick on your lips telling you to open your mouth .

The second you open your mouth he slides into it and slowly thrusts in and out . His girth has the corners of your mouth stretching and your jaw hurts from how wide you have to keep your mouth open .

he grabs the back of your head and starts thrusting hard and fast. You're gagging and coughing around him causing him to groan .

Fuck look at you drooling and gagging . Such a fucking mess for me

you moan around him as tears roll down your face and spit is dripping out of the sides of your mouth and down your chin and neck. His thrust get harder his tip bruising your throat with each thrust. You're crying as your eyes get foggy from your mascara bleeding into them. You're gagging loudly as he goes deeper down your throat.

You try moving your hand to his thighs only to remember they are secured behind your back. So you try the next best thing and start trying to inch further up the bed and away from him which only seems to make him thrust more aggressively.

nahuh don't try and get away ... you said you'd be a good girl for me he grunts out horsly as his breathing is loud and curses pour out of his mouth signaling he's close.

I'm gonna fill this pretty little mouth and your gonna swallow all of it you understand he groans out as you nod your head the best you can .

he harshly thrusts a couple more times before burying himself as deep as he can go and fills your throat and mouth with his cum. He pulls out and slaps his hand over your mouth.

You better fucking swallow it. he says in a harsh tone that has your pussy gushing.

you swallow down the thick liquid furrowing your brows from the weird texture. He takes his hand off your mouth .

good girl listening so well he says before gently stroking your lips with his thumb. You hum at the soft touch and lean into it.

stand up you immediately stand up and look up at him with teary bedroom eyes.

he spins you around and bends you over the side of the bed .

He runs his hand down your back and grabs onto the chain connected to the back of the collar pulling your head back so you're looking at him. You whimper at the way the collar part tightens with the angle.

You want me to fuck you dumb he asks with a cocky smile on his face.

you nod and he slaps you on the ass with his free hand.

Use your fucking words when I ask you a question

y-yes I want you to fuck me

tell me how bad you want it ... beg for it he says making the chain a bit tighter in his hand.

p-please I want it so bad please your voice coming out broken and raspy.

mmm beg louder i wanna hear the desperation int that pretty little voice of yours

please Please fuck me I want it so bad PLEAse

mmm you sound so pretty when you beg he says as he lets go of the chain and your head falls onto the mattress .

his hand runs further down your ass to your throbbing core.

he slides a finger in causing you to whimper .

Fuck you're so wet. You like having my dick down your throat don't you

you moan in agreement causing him to slap your ass hard.

don't you he says deeply .

y-yes I love it

such a little slut he says as he adds another finger and starts moving them in and out at a pace that has your toes curling.

f-fuck oh my-

yeah you like my fingers

y-yes sir f-fuck I love them

he groans at you calling him sir and he speeds up his fingers curling them to hit the perfect spot that has your legs starting to tremble and your orgasm building at a fast pace.

oh- fuck I-im gonna cum

not until you beg for it

f-fuck oh god

don't even think about cumming without my permission he says slapping your ass as you loudly moan into the mattress.

F-fuck please can I cum fuck please please

hold it

b-but your breathing so hard as you try on focus on not cumming.

I know you can do it

fuck I- cant please let me cum fuck please

no your gonna hold it until I say you can cum

you whine in protest as your eyes swell with tears and your legs are shaking as your hands ball into fists

f-fuck I c-cant you cry out as it starts to get painful holding it back

yes you fucking can his pace gets faster and you break not being able to hold it anymore.

did you just fucking cum after I told you not too

you orgasm so hard around his fingers you don't even care he's angry you couldn't follow directions.

I t-told you I could hold it

he pulls you up by the chain causing you to gasp and cry out from the force.

he sits down and throws you over his knees.

you are going to learn to follow directions

you whine knowing he's about to make you regret that last orgasm.

his hand comes down on your ass causing you to whine

your gonna take as many spankings as I see fit and your gonna thank me for every single one

his hand comes down harshly causing your ass to sting

f-fuck thank you sir

his hand comes down on the same spot at least 15 times before you're crying and begging him to stop .

m-matt please it hurts you cry out as his hand comes down again.

im sorry who his hands come down at a fast pace hitting your stinging red cheek at least 5 times.

OW F-fuck sir please I- cant t-take anymore please im sorry I won't do it again

he rubs his hand softly over your red and raised ass cheek admiring his large hand print that is now imprinted in the skin and tracing the blood vessels that burst around the print smiling to himself.

you think you learned your lesson he asks in a softer voice.

yes sir I promise I will listen from now on you sigh out . Your ass cheek is stinging so much and your breathing is erratic from crying.

he helps you stand up before he pushes you back over the edge of the bed again . His strokes. his rock hard dick a couple times before he runs the tip through your wet folds .

he slowly pushes in causing you to hiss from the stretch he's so big that you know no matter how slow he enters you it'll hurt.

ahh shit you whine out as he pushes a little deeper.

I know sweetheart you're doing so good for me he says running his hand down the small of your back trying to sooth you.

mmm you whine as he still pushes in .

You're doing so good . Only half more to go

Thats only half you loudly cry out . You already feel so full and you don't know how you're gonna handle all of it .

he chuckles at your reaction ad he pushes deeper and deeper .

fuck you're so fucking tight .

You whine and squirm as the stinging gets worse when his thickest part enters you .

Jesus c-christ your so big you cry out as you try and calm your breathing.

I know baby but you're almost there he groans as he pushed in until he is balls deep .

you cry out as he fills you up fully with his entire length staying still letting you adjust. You knew he was big but you dint expect him to stretch you this much but you also haven't had sex in a while so its not that shocking . You've also never taken a dick this big , he's a good 9 inches and girthy as fuck.

fuck okay you can move but please go slow

he starts to slowly thrust in and out as you continue to adjust .

mmm you whine as the pain fades into pleasure

feel good he says as as he speeds up the pace ever so slightly.

y-yes sir

he groans as you pulse around him .

can you handle it if I go faster he grunts out. The slow pace is not something he enjoys. He likes to be rough and hard but he doesn't want to hurt you.

yes fuck please go faster the second these words leave your moth he starts thrusting faster . Your gasping and moaning as he hits your g- spot over and over.

h-harder fuck please sir fuck me harder

god you're such a little slut he grunts as he starts going harder and your eyes rolls to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm building.

FUCK O-OH MY GOD Y-YOU'RE SO DEEP

Yeah you liked being fuck like a dirty whore

ye-yes I love it FUCK

I can feel you pulsing around me sweetheart . You gonna cum all over my cock like the good little whore you are

Y-YES SIR. FUCK CAN I CUM P-PLEASE

yeah cum all over my cock

FUCK you scream as you cum all over him and your legs tense and shake under him .

You come down from your high as he still pounds into you as your entire body trembles under him.

MMm f-fuck you pant out as he continues pounding into you relentlessly.

so fucking wet for me he groans out as he takes a hold of the chain and yanks your head back to look up at him. Your breathing becomes scattered as the collar cuts off your air way.

You feel how deep I am hmm

you furrow your brows in pleasure but maintain eye contact and nod your head as moans slip out of your mouth.

he lets go of the chain as your head drops down and you regain a normal breathing pattern. He grabs the small chain that connects the cuffs together and starts pounding into you deeper causing you to scream out.

AHH FUCK S-SO DEEP I C-CANT

mmm you can .he grabs you by your hair and lowers himself over you so he's right by your ear , and you fucking will

he lifts off of you continuing to thrust so hard and deep your legs lift off the ground and kick the back of his thighs.

MM j-jesus christ m-matt His movements stop and pulls yanking you up by your hair causing you to cry out from the burn .

he unhooks your hands and spins you around to face him as he rebooks them in front of you.

Lay down for me he says and you climb back onto the bed laying down.He climbs back onto the bed and settles in-between your legs as he pushes them apart as far as they go and he pushes back into you .

Fuck oh m-my god you whine as he thrusts roughly into you and your eye close as the pleasure runs through you.

he slaps you causing you to wince.

look at me while I fuck you dumb

your eyes open as you moan and shake under him..

oh f-fuck im g-gonna you cry out before juices spray out of you all over his dick.

Thats it squirt all over me .Fuck your doing so good for me

you whine as your legs start to shake and you start to feel overstimulated from all the other orgasm you've had.

F-fuck I c-cant take -I-it

he grips your face tightly as he brings his face closer to yours.

well your gonna have to. Im not nearly close to being done with you he says before he lifts your legs over his shoulders and starts thrusting rougher and deeper causing a bulge to show in your stomach.

FUCK d-daddy I he cuts you off by pushing down on your stomach feeling himself in you.

call me daddy again and you'll regret it he groans out.

y-yes sir im s-sorry

He pushes down harder on the bulge in your stomach causing you to scream out as you squirt again.

Fuck keep fucking doing that your so fucking hot

mmmm f-fuck you whine as tears start streaming down your face

your entire body is shaking from the overstimulation you're feeling.

FUCK I CANT PLEASE I ... you squirt again . He has to pull out from how much is coming out.

He pushes two fingers into you causing you to scream . He curls them and moves them so fast your entire body is rocking . He hits your spot over and over until your squirting again all over his fingers and the bed.

J-jesus christ its t-too much you cry out as you they to move his hand away but failing since they are connected to the chain that isn't long enough for you to reach him.

I guess ill just have to force you take it then huh he says before replacing his fingers with his dick and fucking you so rough your seeing stars and all you can do is moan and cry .

the tears are streaming down your face as shake under him.

who's pussy is this he asks as he thrusts into you at a new angle that takes your breathe away. You want to answer him but no words are coming out of your mouth.

He slaps you across the face two times before he grips it and makes you look at him.

Whos fucking pussy is this y/n

Y-YOURS ITS YOURS FUCK you scream out as you cum all over him

that's it such a good girl he groans as you shake under him .

His thrusts don't let up if anything he starts going harder.

You're crying as whining under him unable to get words or moans out all you can do I breathe hard.

Look at you . Fucking you dumb hmm he says with a cocky smirk .

mmmmm you whine and kind of cry out as you lift your hips from the bed trying to get away from him but he grabs your hips hitting you at a different angle that has you choking on air.

so pathetic trying to run away from me he says as he grips your hips so tight there will be bruises Tommorrow.

F-f-fuck you you cry out . You're so overstimulate it hurts .

he slaps you across the face then shoves his fingers into your mouth causing you to gag and couch as he presses down your tongue.

watch your fucking mouth he says as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and starts rubbing circles on your clit as he continues pounding into you.

MMM N-NO I CANT I-C-CANT you scream out as you feel another painful orgasm building.

oh but you will he says as he feels you pulsing around him signaling your close.

F-FUCK MMMM you scream in a horse shaky voice as your orgasm all over him so hard your entire body shakes and lifts off the bed as he continues rubbing your clit until you come down from your high as your brain goes fuzzy and your vision blurs.

your body is exhausted and your non stop shaking as he continues thrusting into you.

Fuck you gonna let me fill this pussy with my cum hmm

y-yes p-please you whine knowing that he's close brings a smile to your face you don't know how much more you can take.

yeah such a little cum slut aren't you

mmm y-yes sir you moan as his thrust get sloppy .

f-fuck he groans as he fills you up .

you lay there trying to catch your breathe as he pulls out and pulls you up unlatching the collar and handcuffs . you let out a sigh and stretch your arms since they are locked up from the position they were forced into for so long.

You okay he asks smiling softly at you .

you look at him softly smiling before climbing into his lap and holding onto him .

mmhm just... tired you say smiling against his chest. He rubs your back softly as he holds you tight.

lets go get cleaned up hmm he coos in your ear.

mmhm you sigh into his chest but don't have the energy to move.

he stands up holding you as walks to the bathroom and sets you down on the toilet letting you pee as he starts the shower .

once you finish your business he picks you up and walks you both into the shower and under the water.

you sigh as the water runs over your exhausted body . He slowly sets you down but still holds you tight knowing your legs are not very stable right now. He grabs some body wash and doors it all over your body before rubbing it in and letting in rinse away . You wash his torso and then rubs it all over his back then he rinses it off.

You smile to yourself feeling so taken care of at the moment and it makes you happy .

what you smiling about he jokes as he smiles down at you.

nothing your just... I just feel taken care of thats all

aftercare is very important to me you know that

I know its just not something i'm used to so.. thank you

of course beautiful he says as he runs his hands through your wet hair and places a kiss on your forehead.

he turns off the water and helps you step out as he wraps the large towel around you and wraps his around his waist.

you both make your way back into his room after drying off most of the water . He grabs a shirt for you to throw on and he throws on some boxers and sweat shorts .

you okay ... hungry thirsty ?

yeah both actually

alright lets go to the kitchen i'll Make something

you make your way up the two flights of stairs to the main floor and walk through the halls to the kitchen.

what time is it you ask as you reach the kitchen

4 am a voice says from further in the kitchen making you yelp and jump in surprise .

matt laughs as he makes his way over to the fridge grabbing things out as you stand there clutching you chest trying to catch your breathe.

sorry sweetheart I didn't mean to scare you the other one says as he approaches you with a small chuckle.

no no its okay just wasn't expecting anyone to be in here.

im Chris he says offering a hand for you to shake .

y/n you say with a smile as you shake his hand.

ahhh so your y/n he says smirking and looking at matt

what's that supposed to mean you ask slightly confused.

oh nothing me and nick have just heard a lot about you over the past two weeks

Oh really you ask with a smile looking at matt who's rolling his eyes.

Mhmm he says winking at you causing you to blush.

what are you doing up anyway

Couldn't sleep . I was gonna go for a swim but then I got hungry he says walking over to the fridge and pulling out a water.

he looks over to you . Want a water

oh sure thank you

You walk over to the island and sit down in one of the chairs.watching as Matt cooks . Chris comes and sits next to you placing the water down in front of you.

so y/n what do you do for work?

im a stylist you say smiling at him

ah so thats why you always have good outfits.

you smile at him from the compliment

yeah I guess so

do you like it

yeah I love it most of the time

why most of the time

well I work with celebrity's a lot and some of them are complete assholes so you know

ahh yeah I get that some of them just act so entitled

right its ridiculous . Matt said your a music producer

yeah I am its pretty cool

I bet id love to be able to make my own music

Matt smiles at you as he admires the way you get along with his brother .

do you sing?

yeah a bit

you should totally record in my studio sometime

id love that but you know thats only if Matt keeps me around

Trust me I will Matt says smirking at you making you smile

well im gonna go for a swim and then probably go to bed .

bye it was nice to formally meet you

yeah you too he says as he walks away down the hall to the pool.

so you sing Matt says smiling

yeah not but only really to myself im kinda awkward when people watch me

well maybe one day I can get you too sing for me

mmm yeah maybe

he finishes plating up the chicken and potatoes he made and slides u a plate and some silverware across the island.

you immediately cut off a piece and take a bite as he wits for your reaction.

oh my god this is so good you say as you lean back in your chair with a smile .

im glad you like it he says smiling and coming to sit next to you.

this is another reason I love older guys

food..? he asks chuckling a little bit

no like you actually cooked me something not just fell asleep and left me to fend for myself

I mean its a pretty easy thing to do he says smiling and taking a bite of his food

yeah but guys my age just arent like you

well then im glad you found me

oh trust me me too you say with a smirk .

okayyy eat your food he says laughing

you laugh a little before finishing the meal he cooked .

that was so good thank you

of course

he gets up and puts the plates in the dishwasher before coming back over to you.

you know what im craving

hmm

desert he says with a wicked smile on his face...

part four coming since I feel like this one is already way too long and took me forever to finish.

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Just Papa Solomons Things

Visiting Scotland with your dove

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Even though you don’t want to

Alfie’s not a fan of Scotland. Not because of the people or the culture.

No, it’s because everything, right, is on a fucking mountain!

Or so he claims regardless of whether you’re walking to Old Town in Edinburgh via Princes Street, going up the gentle sloping pathway on Calton Hill, are trying to hike up to King Arthur’s Seat in Holyrood Park, or are walking down (I repeat, DOWN) the Royal Mile.

And that’s only in Edinburgh.

It honestly makes you wonder why he decided to tag along, especially since you’ve also planned to explore the rugged north. Then again, you know your grumpy partner well enough to be aware that part of the reason he’s with you is to offer protection.

Truth be told, Alfie gets bloody anxious when you’re on a trip by yourself. Enough so to disregard the issues he has with his leg. Your needs come before his. That’s “non-fucking-negotiable, mate”.

Fortunately, well, for him, the amount of solo trips has drastically reduced since you started dating. He still gives you plenty of space to do things on your own, but it makes him feel better knowing he’s nearby should anything happen.

And it’s nice because now you have him to drive you around so you don’t have to make use of public transport (depends on where you two are, though), watch your luggage when going to the restroom (again, if applicable), and hold your hand as winter casts the streets in dusk as early as four in the evening.

Another added bonus is that you get to stay in the most comfortable and sometimes downright fanciest hotels. Alfie might be frugal, having been raised that way, but he doesn’t want to do you short. Plus, having the finances, he doesn’t mind occasionally splurging a little bit if it concerns spending time together.

Now, Papa Solomons hates the cold and becomes snappy when the heating isn’t on in your coach in the train to Inverness.

“‘S bad for me sciatica. Also ain’t good for your health. They better get the heating here or I’ll make them. My cane should be plenty conviction.”

When one of the staff members walks by, Alfie beckons them over. However, before he can so much as open his mouth, you place your hand on his arm.

He glances over his shoulder, rolls his eyes with an irritated sigh as you shake your head, and clears his throat to politely inquire about the state of the heating in a strained voice. “You see, mate, my wonderful missus is gettin’ cold and we can’t ‘ave that, can we? If she starts getting the heavy shakes between let’s say now and ten minutes, I’ll personally come turn the fucking system on, right. Do you understand?”

With a stammered “y-yes, sir” and frantic nod, the attendant is off.

Three minutes later, you feel the coach warming up. Alfie leans back, eyes closed, his fingers entwined with yours. “Much better. Fucking trains. Don’t like ‘em.”

You kiss his cheek. “Thank you for not using your cane.”

“Mhm, doin’ it only for you.”

And he does. Alfie tries to reign himself in whenever he’s with you, afraid of showing you the always seething rage beneath his skin, the wrath inside looking for a way out. So, while he hasn’t discussed it yet with you and remains highly skeptical about how much good it’ll do, he’s thinking about anger management therapy or taking classes in it.

If only so he won’t turn into his father.

So he can love you properly.

So he can settle with you.

Albeit perhaps not in the place he’s envisioned.

It all happens on a day trip you booked for the two of you.

Perhaps it’s the way he sees how enamoured you are by the language, the way your eyes light up when hearing about local folklore, the strange familiarity he feels when the Norse history of Skye is mentioned while you’re at his side.

Maybe it’s the glamour of the faeries.

Whatever it is, it makes him want to stay on Skye with you.

He doesn’t mention it while you’re having lunch at Relish in Portree, but Alfie can’t stop envisioning having a little bakery in a town like this. He’d leave London and Margate behind, settle here, and live out whatever days remain for him in the peace and quiet of the island.

On the long drive back, he lets you snuggle up to him for warmth and to function as your pillow. He only wakes you up once when you stop in Broadford for refreshments, gently forcing you to get out of the van and accompany him to the Co-Op to get a semi-decent dinner and snacks.

It’s safe to say, for its rarely any different, Alfie pays for everything. “‘S what I’m supposed to do, innit? Good men take care of their wi- women.”

Despite his stoic expression and casual tone, meant to dismiss the slip of the tongue, the quick glance to check your reaction is telling. He knows he fucked up, played his cards too fast, too rashly.

You catch it, but decide to willfully ignore it. Instead, you take a sip of coffee. “Let’s go back to the bus.”

Nevertheless, once you’re back at the hotel, he goes nearly feral. It’s similar to what overtakes him every summer, but now it’s driven by the desire to claim your unbearable cuteness, completely under the spell of the magic that seems to surround you, lingering.

There’s a precarious balance when it comes to how vocal Alfie is in bed. Some days he’ll guide you to your orgasm without a single silence, each word pointed and full of purpose. Other days, the only thing he can do is growl and grunt, lost in the pleasure you grant him and vice versa, but also in the way his brain is finally off. No schemes, no secrets nor hidden motifs. Only the simple act of fucking.

Nonetheless, this is perhaps one of the few times you’ve heard him beg. Desperate and blunt, no polish to his utterances yet crystal clear diamonds compared to the muttering meant to confuse.

“Marry me, eh? Let’s, fuck, hm, yeah settle,” he murmurs in between kisses, which grow sloppier as his thrusts get more and more erratic. “Settle with me. Be Mrs Solomons. Want, hrm, need my wife. Only you. Want. Want you. Only you.” He pulls your hair so you’ll bare your neck to him. Lovingly he bites the skin, the sting and burning warmth heated by the words spilling from his lips. “Please, dove, please. Marry me.”

He doesn’t need a spoken answer, just the mere fantasy you say ‘yes’ and the way you look when he’s inside you, especially as you come undone because of him, is enough to send him over the edge with you.

As you’re basking in the afterglow, Alfie caresses your arm. His fingers slowly slide over your skin, lost in thought, wandering in the chaos reigning in his head until he’s found the words to start the conversation. Or, rather, to tell you what’s been on his mind since the afternoon, the wee bakery on Skye.

There are no words for the bleakness washing over him as you frown, taken completely unawares by his attitude. It’s unlike him to be this spontaneous, without a plan. “Alfie, don’t be rash. It doesn’t suit you. Come up with a business plan first. Is it viable? Would we manage to get by? It won’t be like London.”

“I know, but…” he groans, reluctant to admit he’s in the wrong, “you’re right, dove. Silly, ain’t ‘e, this old man and ‘is fantasies.”

“You’re not old.”

“Older than you. Old enough to be-“

You shut him up with a kiss. “No, none of this. I love you for who you are. I’m proud to be Papa’s little dove.”

“Would you one day be ‘is wife?”

You furrow your brow, wondering where this is coming from. That is, until you recall his pleading in his sex drunk stupour. “You meant that?”

He nods. “Mhm. Maybe not the proper way to ask, but I mean it. This, ‘ere, right, between us, I want it to be long term.” Voice lowered and steady blue eyes filling with the fight between panic, disbelief, and determination, he asks the question that makes him grow pale. “It is, innit?”

“It is, don’t worry.”

He cups your cheek and pulls you towards him to rest his forehead against yours. A tapered breath escapes him, shivery and frail. “Stay with me.”

You run your fingers through his beard, a burden falling off of your shoulders as you see him relax. Though you appreciate Alfie’s occasional openness, when he shows his struggles you can’t help but feel your own heart crack.

Then again, that’s Love.

For whatever our souls are made of, if we’re lucky, we find one that’s compatible. That’s the same.

“I won’t go anywhere without telling you.”

“Don’t go at all without me.”

You feel something wet warm your hand as you kiss his forehead. The sensation moves to your chest when Alfie rests his head on it. His arms wrapped around your waist in a fierce bear hug, you run your fingers through his hair, weaving them through his messy brown locks.

Alfie rarely if ever allows himself to show his vulnerabilities. Nevertheless, when he’s around you and alone like this, he does. And it still stuns him you stay at his side, that you haven’t run from, in his words, “tainted bein’, uglier than a golem”.

But how could you? How could you leave a man as doting and loving as him? Sure, Alfie’s gruff and a little rough-handed at times, even to you, but you know he tries not to be.

Sleet gently ticks against the window, filling the silence in the hotel room. As per usual on nights like this, you use it to calm the both of you down.

Until your skin is tear-stained.

Both your hearts cracked a little more.

And Alfie’s asleep.

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Oh Deer - Part Four

A/N: thank you again for all of the support!! I had to rewrite this one a couple of times because I just couldn’t decide, I hope you like it <3 I’m so excited to share my writings and I’m so astonished every time y’all leave nice comments I love them so much, thank you!! All of that said, enjoy!

Chapter Summery: Lilly is treated to a glamorous night out under the Vs’ roof, accompanied by a familiar demon, angst and tension ensues.

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I rolled my eyes, again, and waved away the idea. “No way, we both know Alastor fucking hates me, he just hates Lucifer more I guess.” Angel was positive that Alastor was sincere in his display earlier, I was not quite as delusional though. “He quite literally said he was fucking around.” I added. Even if I found myself fascinated with the demon, I wasn’t so naive to think that feeling went both ways.

“Maybe, or maybe he just wanted an excuse.” Angel paused and had a look of realization on his face as he broke out into a smile. “If you want some real attention though, y’know the Vs are throwing that big party if Velvette ain’t already dragging you to it you could be my plus one! Val usually keeps me pretty fucking busy all night, but they are actually pretty fun. Lots of cute demons and free booze if you know what I mean!” Angle said with a wink and laughed. That’s not a terrible idea actually, get out a little and have some fun. My streak hasn’t been so great recently so I could really use a win on that front.

“Y’know that actually does sound fun. Velvette hasn’t brought it up at all yet so she probably won’t need me there, but I also don’t have anything to wear for it, I’ll need something new. I could use some retail therapy anyway.” I said and rested my head on top of the pillow in my lap smiling. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Angel lit up at the sound of going shopping.

“Oh I will make sure you are the best dressed demon in the whole fucking party, don’t worry about that tuts! We want something that will show you you off!” He held up his fingers like he was mimicking a camera taking pictures of me. “You got it all babe! The tits, the ass, the smile! They are going to eat you up, especially once I’m done with you!” He ranted making me laugh. I don’t think in my whole before and afterlife I’ve ever heard someone describe me that way. “I’m serious! Al will see what he’s missing tomorrow night!” Angel teased very proud of his scheme.

“This has nothing to do with him, but I do like that idea. As soon as I get off work we need to hit the shops so we still have enough time.” I said trying to plan out the next night. Angel agreed and we worked out the time table to make sure we would stay on track. Work, then shop, then hotel to get ready, then back across town to the party. Excellent, tomorrow night will be all about what I want, it’s been a while since I could say that.

After a couple more hours of giggling and gossip, like hearing allllll about how Husk and Angel made eye contact today and it was riveting, we settle down to fall asleep while the purple lights twinkled above our heads. I tried to calm my mind, but it raced just thinking about tomorrow. This party is for high profile souls, overlords and wealthy demons in hell, hopefully I don’t stick out too much, but I like to think I’ve learned a good amount from my work. Maybe it will be enough to actually go a whole night without thinking about the radio demon, I can only hope.

The next morning there was a renewed joy in my step as I walked down to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. It didn’t matter that it was far too early to be awake, or that I was about to be yelled at for the next ten hours of my day, no, I would do it all with a smile because today I actually had something to look forward to. I cozied up in a chair in the lounge with my mug and breathed in the steam while I watched the fire in the fireplace dance.

1-2-click 1-2-click 1-2-click

I can’t help but wonder what makes him need to be up so early, what business could he have at 4am? He walked through the lounge and I tried to hide the fact that I was watching by playing on my phone. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in the sight of him with curious eyes, he was less put together than usual. His ears were tucked back and he wasn’t wearing his waistcoat. It was an odd sighting for him to not have it on. Without it you could see his sleeve garters which gave him an almost rugged look like he had been pouring over his desk for hours, and then you could see his little deer tail. He didn’t greet me and I was not going to be the first one of us to say anything so he passed through the room quietly. After he did, I took another sip of my coffee. Maybe his broadcast had given him some sort of trouble, or perhaps he had been returning to his M.O. from before his absence of torturing souls he saw fit on the air. I don’t care to listen to his broadcasts, when anything important happens I will know either from sinstigram or Velvette yelling about it the next day.

After a few more minutes of enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning hotel I cleaned my mug out and made my way to work.

Upon arriving I could tell I was going to have a few extra duties today. They were already decorating the main event space elsewhere in the building, I could tell by the exorbitant number of tables and decor being moved around through the halls, and if there is one thing Velvette loves it is to micromanage how something looks. I go up to the studio and start collecting my clipboard and the ever growing list of what must get done today. Between keeping tv personalities well dressed, reshoots for the launch of Velvette’s fashion line, and now the party I think I’m going to need a second pair of arms. I guess that’s what we have the studio aids for.

“I need the Art Director for Velvette’s line in the studio, we need to confirm details and revisions.” I spoke into my earpiece and waited for confirmation before moving onto the next task and then the task after that. Finally some time later Velvette joined us in the studio and started barking her own orders as well. I joined the collection of demons flocking to her side for their morning abuse.

“Fucking finally, Lilly I need you to make sure everyone to set downstairs before you leave today. Make sure you have the vision plan and everything else I had them work up so you actually know what the fuck you’re supposed to be checking. If a single fucking chair is at the wrong angle it is your fault. Me and Vox have put too much fucking work into this party tonight for it not to look right I need perfection from you today. Even the seven bloody deadly sins are coming so if anything is not exactly the way I fucking pictured it, your leash will become very short.” She ordered and I nodded quietly. “Until then I need the stupid fucking art director for my line up here now!”

“Yes Ma’am. The Art Director is waiting for you with the concept photos for final approval.” I stated. She smiled, not exactly rare, but not exactly common especially while she was working.

“Finally you use that fucking brain of yours to get shit ready before I have to tell you to. How refreshing! In that case find the makeup artists, they keep running off to hell knows what and I’m this close to snapping one of them in half to set a fucking example, ungrateful little shits!” And with that she left to yell at the next soul she could find.

I spoke into my earpiece again, “Creative Director for Events, where are you? We need to check in immediately.” Upon confirmation that they were downstairs in the event space I headed there myself and we went over the binders of planning and inspiration the Vs had laid out. The event hall was really more like a grand ballroom, as hypermodern as the Vs were, it would seem they still found charm in some old world aesthetics. With massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, white marble floors, and dramatically draped floor length windows, it nearly looked straight out of a period piece. The colors for the party were blue and black, sounds like Vox won that argument. The tables were being set up with black tablecloths and vibrant blue hydrangeas, I didn’t even know you could grow those in hell. There were demons running all around the space sweeping, bringing things in, decorating the stage, the bar, exchanging the drapes out to match the color scheme.

I checked every chair and table to make sure they were level, every centerpiece for dead flowers and leaves, the stage for splinters, the drapes for snugs in the fabric. “Do we have the staff apparel ready?” I asked the director. She was a short demon who was lizard like with one large eye in the center of her head.

“No, we hadn’t coordinated that yet.” Of course not. I mentally rolled my eyes, luckily costuming was my bread and butter.

“I’ll handle that then, how much staff will there be tonight?” I asked clicking my pen so I could jot in down. 100 serves, 10 bartenders, 5 bands, 45 miscellaneous staff on the floor, okay, doable. “Keep a handle on everything down here, I’ll track all of that down, do not let them fuck it up.” I said and she gave a polite nod. Awesome, 160 coordinated outfits, because that won’t take all day or anything.

I spent a good few hours tracking down various sizes of royal blue suit vests and dress pants, royal blue suit jackets, royal blue button up shirts and black ties, royal blue knee length skirts, shoes, but it was possible with the size of our costuming department. By the end of the day I had neatly organized racks of outfits for each position and each size with a skirt or pants option. Staff was just beginning to trickle in the door and I assigned a few studio aids to help make sure everyone had the clothes they required for the night. Before it was too late I did one last once over of the ballroom. Centerpieces were good, chairs good, all the ambient candles were lit, I could see the bartenders just beginning to organize the bars, the bands were setting up their equipment, I think I might have actually pulled this one off.

I breathe a sigh of relief and I finish triple checking my work. Everything is set in place which leaves only one more thing: myself. I handover to the Event Manager who has arrived for the evening and she thanks me for getting us here, something I’m not very used to hearing. I thank her and text Angel Dust that I’m on my way out the door at work and am heading out to pick out a dress. He immediately texts back that he is on his way to the front of the building as well and we will meet there. I gather myself and get there just as he is.

Angel is in good spirits as he links his lower arm with mine, which is still a bit tall for me, and we start wadding through shop after shop. We know we are on a time crunch, but Angel seems to have something very specific in mind. Finally after trying on at least two dozen dresses and probably half as many shops, when I step out of the dressing room his eyes light up and a big smile spreads across his face.

“Oh baby, that is the one!” He spins me toward the mirror and I can’t help but feel a little self conscious. “You are going to be turning heads all fucking night in this little number! We might need to hire security for you!” I laughed at the idea and attempted to pull the hem down just an inch more. It was a very short black, strapless dress with a wide square neckline and a low back. It came with a pair of matching black elbow length gloves and I could already imagine how I would pair it with accessories at home. He was right though, it looked stunning. It hugged every square inch of my body and admittedly had more cleavage than I was used to as it seemed to defy physics by still being supportive, it was beautiful.

“Angel, it might be too much, I don’t want to go overboard.” I said biting my lip, but I couldn’t stop turning in the mirror to see myself at every angle. Angel grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the mirror.

“It’s perfect.” He assured. We bought it and took it home with just one hour left to get ready for the evening.

When he stepped out Angel was wearing a black version of his typical suit jacket and shorts, exchanging his pinkish red gloves for a baby pink pair and kept his thigh high boots, he looked incredible and I told him so, he nearly blushed for a second before lighting back up as we walked downstairs.

“Me? Fucking look at you! Little miss straight-laced, you look drop-double-dead-gorgeous tonight!” He beamed, this time it was my turn to blush. I had added a pair of dark tights and my royal blue Mary Jane shoes, with a delicate royal blue ribbon tied around my neck like a choker. I pulled my gloves up a little more to make sure they were all the way on before running a hand through my hair. I hope he is right.

“Thank you Angel, I try my best.” I said sheepishly. Angel instead upon stopping by the lounge where the rest of the group was gathered to say goodbye before we were off. We stepped into the room and I smiled awkwardly as Angel presented me, very proud of his work.

“I give to you, the new and improved Lilly!” He sang and motioned to me. Charlie looked surprised but happy, Vaggie was about the same, but had a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Sir. Pentious had a light blush but reassured me that I looked very nice. Husk was trying to hide it, but absolutely eyeing Angel. Niffty squealed with joy and ram little figure eights around us manically giggling about how nice we looked. Alastor was nowhere to be found though. “Where’s the big guy? I said I needed everyone!” Angel frowned.

“Please excuse my tardiness, I too was getting ready for tonight!” Alastor chirped as he walked into the room. He was dressed very well, his suit looked new just for the occasion as it was a slightly deeper shade of red than his normal suit and it was more simple with a short tail coat and a chain across the chest and it had a very faint pinstripe pattern to it. He looked like he had gotten a fresh haircut and maybe it’s my imagination, but even his old cane looked a little fresher to match. As I finished drinking him in I realized his eyes were going over me in the very same way.

“Since when are you fucking going to a party that Vox is throwing?” Angel asked the demon who chuckled.

“Oh I wouldn’t dare miss it, so many important demons and souls there tonight. I couldn’t give Vox the chance to twist a narrative if left to his own devices! Plus,” he pulled a small paper from his breast pocket. “He invited me.” Alastor had a wicked smile on as he stuffed his invitation back into his pocket. Angel gave me a small look that told me this was news to him, as it was to me. I guess Alastor is an overlord and Vox does seem rather keen on him. Even if they are enemies, best to keep him close.

“Well, I guess we should all get going then.” I said and before I could turn towards the door shadows crushed over us and just as quickly as they appeared they dissipated and we were in front of the event room door.

•

As soon as I saw her in the lounge I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her dress was the most revealing thing I’d even seen draped across her figure. The visual mixing with her timid posing made something within me tick. Every curve was on display, the dress hardly covered her ass as the hem just barely brushed the top of her soft thighs, it scarcely managed to contain her chest if she didn’t have perfect posture it could be quite the display, her exposed back left her looking delicate and accessible. An anger burned in me, traipsing through a gala in such a vulnerable position, she should be locked away from such prying eyes where only I can look upon her form like this, where I can revel in it. The gentle look in her eyes made my mind race. How dare she look like that and yet so innocent at the same time, I wanted to ruin that innocent look, I wanted her eyes to hold nothing but pleasure and lust as I did so. If a soul should so much as hover their eyes over her a moment too long I might have to restrain myself from slaughtering them. As we walked into the event room Angel was quickly called away but Valentino, who blew us a sarcastic kiss from across the busy room. My eyes stayed trained on her though, she would not be leaving my sight tonight whether she knew it or not.

•

Alastor seemed in no rush to find any friends as he walked behind me through the crowded space. Hundreds of demons and overlords and hellish elites mingled around me. I secretly enjoyed his company, but me and Angel had agreed that tonight was about me and as much as I was intregued by Alastor, I knew that went one way. “Alastor, if you are going to accompany me tonight,” I turned and flashed a smile at him. “Would you perhaps be able to hunt down a drink for me to sip on? It’s awfully warm.” I asked, anxiously adjusting my gloves again. He casted his eyes across the room before answering.

“Why don’t you join me, My Dear? We’ll find it together. Then I can brief you on who not to talk to.” He stressed the end of his sentence like it was very important I don’t meet certain souls in attendance tonight. He reached to place a hand on my shoulder blade to guide me forward but I stepped to the side.

“Please Alastor, I’ll find my way to somewhere quiet until you return, I’m a big girl.” I teased a little and batted my eyes at him. I don’t know what his deal was tonight, maybe he had more foes than friends in attendance, but still I know how to get out of a sticky situation when I find myself in one, especially here.

“I insist, I wouldn’t want to abandon a lady at an event like this, who knows what kind of unsavory figure could swoop in.” The static crackled off his voice at the beginning. I felt his hand meet my shoulder successfully. His eyes burned into mine and I felt there was danger that I wasn’t aware of. I gave in and slowed to allow him to guide me towards the bar. It was quite busy and in the crowd my back was nearly pressed against his chest as we walked. I could feel the heat coming off in him, he smelled like fresh rain in the woods. I kept my hands clasped in front of me and kept a polite smile on as we finally reached the edge of the crowd for my drink.

Alastor left my side by less than two steps to order me a drink, I took the chance to look around the room. There were hundreds of finely dressed demons in attendance, a part of me was very pleased to see everyone enjoying the space I had helped to create and so far not a hair out of place.

“For you, My Dear.” He said graciously as he handed me my glass, if I remember the menu correctly this is a mermaid mule, giving it a violently blue color. “Now I think it’s about time we start making the rounds to say hello, don’t you think?” He grinned and placed his hand back on my shoulder blade as we reentered the crowd. It wasn’t really a question that explain answer. I looked up at him from the corner of my eye, he was quite cautiously watching the crowd. I couldn’t tell if he was looking for anyone in particular or not, but his mind certainly had a goal it was focused on.

“Alastor, I appreciate the escort, but really I was hoping to be on my own tonight.” He did not bother to look at me, but he did seem to see someone he wished to talk to as we gently started heading a different way. “I fear you might not be the most suitable wing man.” I teased trying to smile at the taller demon.

“I’m afraid not, besides please allow me to introduce you to the darling Rosie, overlord of cannibal town!” He motioned to the women just a couple of feet ahead of us now. She was tall and remarkably pretty even with her hollowed out eyes and her sharp teeth she managed to look friendly and lively. “Rosie! A pleasure as always!” Alastor sang.

She turned and lit up upon seeing him, waving us over. “Alastor darling, it’s so good to see you! Who’s this little number you brought along tonight? You better keep a close eye on her. I could eat her right up!” Her smile reminded me of his, but it was more sincere. She spoke with a very old dialect, but it left me thinking she ought to be sipping tea on someone’s porch with a novel in her hand. I returned her smile and Alastor introduced us.

“This is Lilly, an associate of mine from Charlie’s hotel.” He said and Rosie gave a small applause.

“It is very nice to meet you Ma’am, I am very lucky to be a resident under the princess’ trust. I hope you are enjoying the evening, I helped put it together, so please feel free to let me know if there is anything at all you need. I am positive we can make it happen.” I offered and she giggled.

“Oh such a sweetheart, you are! What a very nice swaray this is turning out to be, thank you! I can’t imagine need anything not already provided!” She assured me and she and Alastor continued to talk for a few more minutes. I watched Alastor as he did, he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, it was a nice look on him, but his ears would twitch every so often giving away that he was still on high alert.

Eventually Alastor excused us, in search of another overlord to greet. We repeated this pattern a few times, one even joked that if Alastor was going to keep such a close eye on me he needed to put me ‘under contract’, or he would. I felt Alastor’s claws ever so slightly press themselves a little harder into my skin and his laugh was clipped. Once we had a moment to ourselves again I scanned the room for Angel or Valentino, I hadn’t seen him since our arrival, but with no luck. I did however spot another V. I could see Vox chatting up an interesting looking demon, he was tall and owl like and dressed quite regally, I recognized him as Stolis, rumor had it he did love daytime dramas so I guess I can’t be too surprised.

“Alastor, maybe I should go find Angel, just to check in on him.” It almost felt futile, of course I enjoyed Alastor’s company, and the feeling of his hand sent electric currents through my skin, but it also felt hopeless to think that he was thinking what I was thinking. Thinking about how he had looked so delightfully disheveled this morning, how he might look beneath his well tailored clothes, how the heat of his body might fully wash over mine, how his hand might feel elsewhere. It wouldn’t take more than a couple skilled movement to have me out of a dress like this and I was sure he was skilled. I nearly blushed at just the passing thought.

•

It took all the strength I had to not sink my claws into her. Why did she want to walk away so badly, I have been nothing but the perfect gentleman all evening and still she is not content. I flicked my eyes back down to hers, I could smell a faint scent of attraction from her, how sweet it smelled. Maybe I could use that to keep her close. Clearly she wanted some kind of attention tonight, I could give her a little taste. “Do I bore you? I apologize if meeting so many people was overwhelming, but it would have been rude not to.” I grinned, I allowed my hand to drop to the bottom of her back, just above her dress. “I appreciate your cooperation, truthfully,” I walked us forward and bent down ever so slightly so I could whisper into her ear. I could smell the perfume of her attraction better here, her back was stiff and I could see her chest rise and fall with every deep breath she was taking. “I don’t trust a single soul here to be alone with you, My Dear.” I said, my tone was soft but I couldn’t help the static creeping into my voice. It was true after all, none of them deserved to even lay eyes on her.

She looked up at me with sweet wide eyes, “Is that why, Alastor, you’ve kept me on such a short leash tonight?” She asked. Oh I would love to put her on a leash. “Afraid I might find a new overlord to pester?” She smiled at her own jab. “Don’t worry, I was just hoping to find a little bit of, y’know, company tonight.” Her face flushed softly and felt that pit in my stomach grow.

She wanted some disgusting demon to see her like that, to touch her like that. The idea made me sick, and more so my anger grew. The image of her sprawled out, eyes so innocent and inviting, her hair like the halo she deserved on the pillow beneath her, for someone else? I had to control my anger or before I could explain myself we would be back in the hotel, back in my room, and I needed to be here tonight unfortunately.

And that reason was walking towards us now as my smile widened I was keenly aware of my hand moving to grip Lilly’s waist instead to keep her even closer to me.

•

Alastor’s grip was strong, I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at, surely what I said hadn’t upset him like this. Then it made sense, Vox. While they have been throwing punches from afar via broadcast this is the first time they will have seen each other face to face since Alastor’s return. Vox was in the same suit he always wore, but it at least looked a little better pressed today.

“Alastor! Has anyone ever told you it’s rude not to greet the host.” Vox remarked as he walked into range. “I didn’t think we were inviting just anyone tonight?” He laughed, Alastor produced his invitation from his pocket again.

“Why, you personally signed it. There was a kiss and a heart on my invitation just like you always did.” Alastor remarked, flipping it over between his fingers to prove it, making Vox scowl slightly. I held in a giggle. His annoyed eyes landed on me and I suddenly wanted Alastor’s shadows to whisk me away from here. Work is one thing, I tolerate whatever abuse the other two Vs wish to throw my way as politely as I can to keep Velvette happy, but I’m not working now, and my back is against the chest of the soul Vox might just hate the most in all of hell. The other part of me wants to stand tall, who says I can even rely on Alastor for defense here, he’s so hot and cold with me. “And Vel’s pet, what a combination! I must say Velvette has only had the pettiest complaints tonight so that is as close as a job well down can be for her, congratulations!” Vox held out a hand for me to shake. I wanted to look at Alastor for approval or an excuse, I really wanted to not have to shake his hand, but I did. An acute ringing appeared in my ears.

“Thank you, Mr. Vox.” I said plainly. There was tension in the air between the two, but they both remained polite. It would cause too much of a scene for them to duke it out here in public. I felt the anger pooling in Alastor’s muscles as it felt like he was entirely still, not even feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed behind me anymore. I could feel his eyes bore into me, something I normally treasured, but now I couldn’t shake the animosity that was behind them even if that was not necessarily directed my way.

“I rather think red and black would have been a more flattering theme, but I guess blue is nice to some people.” Alastor quipped, adjusting his suit jacket proudly, Vox’s smile strained.

“It looks to me that someone prefers the blue.” Vox smirked and reached for the ribbon I wore around my neck, but before he could actually make contact Alastor moved us a step back. He held me with a force that threatened the delicate fabric of my dress.

“A gentleman would ask permission before reaching for a lady that way, and concede when she denies. Maybe you yourself are too modern for basic manners?” Alastor teased. His eyes burned bright red, contrasting his airy attitude and smile. I could feel his breath ticking the nape of my neck, under different circumstances I might let myself dwell on that feeling, I knew he was fired up. As bloodthirsty as Alastor may be, he has his values.

“You know I could introduce you to at least twenty demons here tonight who could show you a better time.” Vox couldn’t help but keep the irritation out of his voice as he stood with one hand on his hip, it almost sounded like a threat, I’m not sure if I wanted to know exactly what a good time entails for him. Vox played with Alastor’s protectiveness tonight. Ironically, here was someone who was basically offering me exactly what I claimed I wanted, but now that it’s in front of me and especially coming from him I had no interest. I was repulsed by the idea. I kept my back straight and tried to shake off Alastor’s grip a little, I don’t want to be intimidated by Vox right now. He doesn’t hold any direct power over me more than any other demon here. I’m sick of being pushed and pulled around so much.

“I’m plenty satisfied with my company. I’d like if you left us be now, I’m sure you can find time to taunt Alastor on any other day. We would like to enjoy the night.” I asserted. His plasma smile inverted. He looked like a petulant child being told play time was over.

“You’re welcome to reconsider, I’m sure Velvette would like-“

“Velvette does not care for my company, Mr. Vox.” I cut him off. I held back my shame thinking about her and forced myself to continue. “Goodnight, Sir.” He couldn’t hide his displeasure in my answer, clearly he had wanted to demean Alastor in some way by whisking away his date. He took two steps towards us, leaving just a foot of space in between. Baring his LED teeth he looked down at me.

“You ungrateful bi-”

“Be so kind as to let us get on with our evening wont you?” Alastor cut him off, static crackling off his words, he loomed behind me, his eyes practically begging Vox to push him further. He wouldn’t make the first move, but he wouldn’t step down once Vox did. Without looking past me Vox took a deep breath and straightened his tie returning to his dry smile.

“Enjoy the night. We’ll see you in the studio tomorrow.” Vox nodded in my direction with a glint in his eye. I stood in silence as he turned his back to us and rejoined the crowd.

I turned around to face Alastor. Part of me wanted to run away from here, be enveloped in his arms and just dissolve. Another part of me wanted his fingers to find somewhere else they could mercilessly sink into and to free me from my dress as we fell onto his bed. The part of me that won, however, was the part that looked at his angry eyes and smiled, requesting another drink. We could stay here if it meant he would keep holding onto me, if it meant he would continue to be just a step behind me no matter what, if it meant I was the center of his attention for a little bit longer. I knew I might have to pay for my disrespect in the morning, but that felt so far away at this moment. Right now I was safe, I was with Alastor, and that's all I wanted to think about. The ambient candle light danced in his eyes as he looked at me, and as much as he would hate to hear it, the contrast of the rich blue background only made his red hair and eyes look all that much more alluring.

He indulged my request and his grip on my waist was no longer lethal as he guided me to the closest bar in the event room. I ordered my drink and downed it to try to steady my head. Alastor gently hummed along to the band playing while leaning his back against the bar a little, he looked content and for a moment he almost looked like a regular person enjoying his night. If you wanted you could imagine him in life, whatever that had looked like, it was haunting.

“Alastor, would you dance with me?” I asked, unable to keep a smile off my face at his display. He stood up and took one of my hands in his and his grin grew as he gave me a small bow.

“Of course, My Dear, I’d be delighted.” He replied and we joined the dance floor not far away. I was, unfortunately, not a terribly skilled dancer, but Alastor led and I was able to follow. His arm snaked around my waist while the other kept my hand, my free hand rested on his shoulder. His eyes consumed me and I savored it. We had been close all night, but for the first time the proximity felt purposefully intimate. I nearly couldn’t bear the way he looked at me, half lidded eyes slowly raked over my figure before landing back on my own eyes. I wanted him to say something. Beside the fact that I was heavily focused on not tripping over my own feet, my heart raced and I’m not sure I could muster anything worth saying. This was the closest thing I could call a confirmation that he might be thinking what I’m thinking. Maybe he had been all night, maybe that was why he couldn’t let me out of his grip for more than thirty seconds. Or maybe he just liked putting on a show.

I was able to match his steps as we spun around the floor. He had a slightly softer smile playing on his lips. I hoped my nerves weren’t showing through in my smile, I felt like I had it under control, but as I held his gaze I wasn’t so sure my eyes were on my side. “You are a marvelous dancer, no need to worry, you are doing perfectly fine.” Alastor cooed, thinking that must be what’s caused my anxiety. I allowed myself I look past him for a moment to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t even an okay dancer, but it is sweet he would say so.

“I think you are the first dance partner of mine to say that. I stepped on many date’s toes unfortunately in life.” I admitted. Back in my dancing days I quickly fell down the rank of ladies at work to take out, I might be able to make you laugh but that’s about all I was good at on a date.

“Maybe the problem was more so with the partner.” Alastor said and twirled us around. “I seem to have no such problem.” He pulled me ever so slightly closer to him, my chest nearly against his. He was right, I hadn’t actually had much of a misstep at all. He was an excellent dance partner. He knew how to lead and to help me stay in time with him. Alastor gently guided my waist in the direction changes, or gave my hand a gentle squeeze. We were working in tandem quite gracefully.

The song came to an end and I wished it would last just a couple of minutes longer. Alastor released me and gave a slight bow, he was completely serious but I couldn’t help from giggling a little. Such a gentleman tonight. His hand returned to my shoulder blade and we melted into the crowd again. I thought about Alastor more, he is difficult, but it just makes me want more of him. I never know what I will get with him and as frustrating as it is it is also alluring. I pulled up the tops of my gloves a little, just to busy myself, as I caught my breath. I almost felt cold now without the heat of his body so close to mine, even though he was just a few inches further away than he had been it was enough for a chill to sweep through me. I hugged myself a little to compensate and blushed slightly when I realized how pronounced it made my chest. Almost immediately I felt a warm soft fabric cover my shoulders. I looked down at it as I pulled it closer to me and realized it was Alastor’s suit jacket before looking back at him.

“You looked cold, understandable given your attire, we wouldn’t want you to catch a chill now would we?” Alastor offered before I could even question him with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled back.

“Thank you, though I paid good money for this dress, I ought to show it off. I don’t know when else I’ll ever get the excuse to.” I said and soothed the hem of my dress that just barely came down long enough. I moved to shake off the jacket, but his hand on my shoulder kept me from doing so.

His smile widened. “I think you look particularly lovely just like this!” His voice rang in my ears. Such a protective gentleman. I couldn’t help but to want to tease him.

I shrugged off his hand and his jacket, offering it back to him. “Please, Alastor, I insist.” He begrudgingly took it back and slipped the jacket back on, adjusting his cuffs. I looked up at him with shy eyes as I slowly traced my hands over my silhouette, seemingly to soothe my dress to anyone else. I watched as Alastor’s eyes followed my hands. “Thank you, I think I look rather nice, don’t you?” I asked sweetly. His eyes flicked back up to mine before I spun a little to give him a better look. His grip on his cane became tight. He looked at me like I was prey he was stalking in the forest, absolutely trained on me watching what I would do next. It burned into me and I loved it.

“You look very nice, My Dear. I think you know that.” He said, his voice was clipped, but not dangerous. I smiled. It was fun to get under his skin a little, especially given how he does it to me.

“Maybe, but I was just curious if you also thought so. You look quite handsome yourself, I rather like this suit on you.” I teased and adjusted his lapels a little. I could feel his breath again on the top of my head as I did so and when I looked at his eyes they were glowing a deep ruby color. His hand curled around my wrist, plucking it off of him. I could tell he was trying to decide exactly what to say, so I continued to press him. “Oh, does the touching only go one way? You’ve had your hands on me all night. I thought I might return the favor.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at him. My vision darkened and for a moment all I could see was the glowing of his eyes and his crazed grin. When it lightened back up I knew I was back in the hotel, but in a room I had never seen before. My eyes found the forest that looked like it had been patched onto the room and I knew. This must be Alastor’s room.

The confidence I had held just seconds ago evaporated upon the realization. Alastor gently guided my chin so that my gaze was directed back at him. I knew my eyes were wide and my heart thudded against my ribs as I wasn’t sure if I should be terrified or thrilled, or both. His ears were flat against his head as his eyes drank me in one last time. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me tonight.” His voice came out low and no louder than a whisper. One of his arms wrapped around my waist like when we were dancing, but now his claws nearly pierced my skin through the delicate fabric of my dress. He held me close there, I had no answer.

Alastor used his other hand to slowly run the sharp edge of a claw along a path from my jaw, down my neck, over my shoulder, then across my back. My skin hissed at the sensation, it wasn’t even enough to truly break the skin but it sent shockwaves through my system. I stood perfectly still, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. I wanted him to just tell me, tell me if he craves me the way I crave him or not. I wanted more of his touch, but I was in no position to demand such a thing.

“As soon as I saw your little getup tonight,” He started to explain, deliberately fiddling with my dress’ fabric. “I wanted to whisk you up here, keep you away from any other soul who might see you in such a state.” I felt my face growing increasingly warm as he combed his free hand through my hair. “I didn’t think they deserved such a sight, but I didn’t want to upset you, My Dear, so I settled for keeping a close watch over you.” I melted into his touch as he held my cheek in his hand while he spoke. “I restrained myself then, but you have pushed me too far.” Alastor leaned his head in closer to mine, until our foreheads almost touched. His eyes were still a glowing deep red. “I’ll tell you a secret. All night I have been able to smell the lust pouring out of you, and right now is the strongest it’s ever been. You smell so sweet.” his neck dips even lower and his lips threaten to brush against my neck, the promise of sweet kisses tantalizing close. I could hear the sound of my blood pumping through my veins, I was hyper aware of every inch of my body that Alastor was touching, my muscles screamed for me to do something. Either run away or grab him and never let him go, waiting was torture. “You have to go.”

My mind raced. Alastor wanted me to leave? We were still tangled together, he made no real move to let me leave. My body ached for more of his touch, I desperately wanted more. I didn’t want to leave this moment. “Please, let me stay.” I begged, my voice breathy almost as if I was gasping for air. I didn’t need air, I needed Alastor. He slowly straightened back up and released his grasp on my waist. My skin hissed at the lack of his heat, the dewy scent of him retreating as he took a step back. He did not raise his eyes to meet mine though, instead his voice was low and gravely, charged with static and energy as he commanded me again.

“Leave.” It was not a question. I held myself back from arguing with him and backed away towards the door behind me. His shadows pooled around him on the floor. Some seemed to deliberately run in my direction as if to grab me and pull me back but any time one headed my way another would smack it back. I watched Alastor while my back was still waiting to find the wall. He was not his normal composed self, no this was raw. He almost looked ashamed, yet angry, searching for something to take that out on. I would pray for whatever creature he takes that out on if I thought it would help. The heavy rise and fall of his chest gave away just how agitated he had become.

Finally my back pressed against the wall while my hand began to search for the doorknob. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t speak, I could barely move. Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it? I don’t want to push him too hard, but it gnawed on me, if I’d caused this outburst I want to make it right. I opened my mouth to call out his name, but before the first letter could fully form a shadow shot out to me, wrapping itself around my throat and jaw. I froze, I’ve been in the position before and did not want to make him more angry. Alastor slowly turned towards me, his breathing was labored and as he lifted his head I could see a gruesome grin on his face.

“I. Said. Out.”

I was forced backwards by the force of his shadow and only was able to disconcert the sound of his door slamming back shut as I realized I was now on the other side of it. I had fallen back from the force and found myself just staring up at his door. I suddenly felt small and alone here. Just a minute ago I had been the center of Alastor’s universe as we danced and now I was thrown aside and shut out. I wracked my brain for what had set him off so terribly.

I remembered his words, he had confessed to being attracted to me, and knowing I was attracted to him, it felt humiliating. I had felt so exposed and vulnerable in that moment, he hadn’t technically rejected me, but it sure felt like he had. My confidence had crashed. I wanted to curl up and die. I also wanted to march back in Alastor’s room and scream at him for making me feel this way, for building me up just to crush me in the end. Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I forced them away. I don’t want to break down, instead I redirected the energy. You want me to leave? I’ll leave alright.

I slowly pulled myself back up and dusted off my dress, fixing myself and taking a long deep breath for comfort.. I cast one last hurt glance back at Alastor’s door and headed downstairs.

Shame, humiliation, and confusion swirled in my mind, perhaps distorting my decision making capabilities. I debated my next move, but I wasn’t in the headspace to think wisely. My feet carried me forward as if the speed of my steps could out pace these feelings. Soon my heels were clicking down the grand staircase outside the front door while my nails dug into my palm, my gloves didn’t protect me. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was walking, but I eventually found myself down an all too familiar path.

I could see the massive glowing light of the Vs’ studio signage even though I was still a solid mile away. It was as daunting as it always was, the blue neon looked like a bruise on the hellish red sky. It was fitting. The place that I looked forward to leaving everyday was suddenly a constant I could cling onto. I knew exactly where I stood here, I knew what to expect, what to do, how to act, who to be. I was thankful for that role, thankful for the rock it gave me to sink my nails into in order to hold onto something, anything, that made me feel better. Here I didn’t have to be myself and everything that entailed, I could simply be Velvette’s errandgirl, someone who did not care what that deer demon was doing back at the hotel right now. Someone who didn’t dwell on whether or not she would be able to bring herself to look into his deep ruby eyes the next time they met. Someone who didn’t miss the way he looked at her back in the ballroom with a playful possessiveness as the candle light danced behind them. No. I would be too busy for any of that.

I straightened out my back when the building came into focus drawing on a polite shy smile.

Quietly, I rejoined the event space. The party had of course continued in my absence, none the wiser to my personal angst. I cast my eyes about the room in search of Angel, unlikely as it was I couldn’t help myself. A friendly face would be nice right now, but no such luck. So I took a step forward, ever still conscious of my looks and of the crowd, and made my way back towards the bar. Alone this time, but the night was just beginning.

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A “so you’ve had to deal with Dazai” support group starts. They have to move it every week cuz Dazai constantly wants to listen in. He also tries to bring popcorn too. Chuuya has the idea to get dummies that look like Dazai to beat up (so life like!). Kunikida loves it. Totally not practice for the real thing. Atsushi and Sigma feel bad about how good it actually feels to punch it. Fukuzawa is surprisingly eager. Akutagawa refuses to punch it.

Until Chuuya has a better idea. They start setting traps for Dazai at the meetings, like they're trying to catch the goddamn Road Runner, except they catch him like every time. Dazai is content to hang in the net with what’s left of his snacks and watch the meeting. Until Chuuya gets a big stick (“wow it’s even bigger than you” Dazai calls) and decides Dazai is gonna be a pinata. Chaos ensues, Dazai escapes, cuz as much as they catch him he always escapes. Safe to say the support group ain’t working great. 

They make a support group for the support group. But because Dazai has been witness to so many meetings, he’s allowed to be there too. This turns into couple’s therapy for Dazai and Chuuya (or honestly whoever you ship Dazai with). 

And then he came at me with a stick

We know Dazai, we were all there

I honestly felt so attacked

You were in a net and tried sneaking into a place you shouldn’t be. You wanted to get caught, so you can’t blame me for seizing an opportunity.

No, actually I can blame you. I mean, what have I ever done to you

Excuse me?!?!!

Now now, I’m sure you guys have done a lot for each other over the years

Yeah, like punch me

How about abandonment?

My jaw still aches from that punch

Want me to refresh your memory on it?

We’re never getting the deposit back on this place, are we?

Next up, the “I had to witness Soukoku” Support group. Dazai and Chuuya are not invited. 

#I can't write crack fanfic so here's the idea anyway #Dazai being the horrible nuisance he always is #bsd #bungo stray dogs #my ramblings #bungou stray dogs #armed detective agency #and many more characters #we could get the whole ensemble in here but I don't wanna tag that #bsd dazai #skk #bsd chuuya

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Chapter Eleven

A/N: I'm on a roll, yall! Enjoy! Please remember to ⭐Comment, reblog & share⭐

Warnings: Slight mentions of abortion, cursing, physical violence. TYPOS. 18+ MINORS DNI

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Chapter Ten

Saturday had rolled around quicker than Zilla would have liked. His first go round in therapy was mandated, though he did learn a couple things he didn't take much from it. The therapist they paid him with wasn't a good match and they wouldn't let him swap. But this time his therapist was someone chosen by a loved one. While he trusted Kamille's decision he wondered how this therapist would be. She had told him that he could take Moriah but with everything that's transpired between them, he figured it wouldn't be a good idea to take her. 

The suede sofa felt good under him, he rubbed his left hand back and forth on the arm of the sofa. Dr. Barnes sat in the matching chair across from Zilla awaiting the answer to his question. 

“If you don't wanna answer, we can circle back to it at the end of the session, Mr. Fatu.”

At the sound of his name, Zilla's eyes moved from the sofa to his new therapist. 

“Can you ask it again?”

“Sure,” Dr. Barnes chuckled, “What landed you on my sofa?”

Zilla's eyebrows rose for a second. “You want the long answer or the short answer?”

Again, he chuckled. “For the sake of time, since we have a shorter session today you can go ahead and give me the short version.”

“Short version is Pops died when I was little and I just found out I had a kid, they dead too.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your father and your child. Which one would you like to talk about first, Mr. Fatu?”

Zilla scratched his face, chuckling. “You can call me Zilla, man. You ain’t gotta call me mister. But uuuh I guess Angel.”

Dr. Barnes nodded, giving the younger man his undivided attention. “Zilla it is. Angel is your child, I’m assuming. Boy or girl.”

“Boy.”

“How old?”

He rubbed at his nose, deflating against the suede material. “I guess you could say 12 week or sum’ like that.”

Dr. Barnes studied his reaction with a slight brow raise. “Tell me about the circumstances.”

“Uuh, my girlfriend she found she was pregnant after I got locked up and when she was 12 weeks I think, her mom made her,” he paused rubbing his hands together, “She made her get rid of the baby.”

Dr. Barnes wrote a few things down.

“You said that you are just finding out about his passing so no one told you when it happened. How did that make you feel that no one told you?”

He sat quietly for a few minutes then shrugged. “I mean I was pissed at first that they hid it from me.”

“And now?”

“I get it. They weren’t not tellin’ me at first cause they ain’t know how but they were gonna tell me. Then when that bi–that lady did what she did, they felt like it was Fat place to tell me and she was scared to tell me.”

Dr. Barnes wrote a few things then looked up with a smile on his face. “Fat?”

“Oh, Moriah, that’s my lady.” He informed him with a proud smile on his face. “Wanna see her?”

Dr. Barnes chuckled out his response then sat his notepad aside so he could lean up. He took Zilla’s phone, a smile on his face while he studied it for a moment then gave it back. 

“She's beautiful. Who else is in the picture?”

“Thank you. Our niece and my mama,” he said, glancing at the screensaver before putting it away. 

“Have you and your mom talked about the circumstances with Angel?”

“Not really no. Like for a second but nothin past that. I wanted Rye to be involved when we talked and she's finally off today.”

Dr. Barnes smiled. “Today is the day then. How does that feel? From the picture it seems you and your mother have a good relationship.”

His smile was back again. “Yeah, we do. It got better when I got out. I feel kinda nervous.”

“Tell me about that.”

“Cause me and Fat talked to each other about it and I talked to one of my brothers but it's different with our parents. Well my mama and her dad.”

“You think you're gonna hear something that might make you emotional or you think she's gonna tell you something that you and Moriah may not already know?”

“Is both a good answer?”

Dr. Barnes leaned up, resting his arms on his thighs. “There's no right or wrong answer. Whatever answer you give is the answer, Zilla.”

He nodded slowly stroking his chin hair. “Then both.”

“It's okay to feel nervous or apprehensive to talk about something as long as you do it. Going through with it is the focus. Make sure you're open to listening to what your mom says and that you get whatever questions out. If you feel like you might forget, type them up on your phone.”

“Yeah … maybe, man.”

Checking his watch, Dr. Barnes steepled his fingers, pointing his index fingers at Zilla. “You almost made it through your first session. How do you feel about making this a regular meet up? I promise if you're not comfortable, I'm okay with that. You can't heal and grow properly if you're not comfortable.”

Zilla thought for a second, making the commitment of talking about his feelings every other week made him nervous. The question echoed in his head a few times then his mind went to his relationship and his family. 

“I'm coo’ with that.” He answered with a small smile. “We can do that.”

“Great, great. So I'm going to give you a little homework.” Dr. Barnes chuckled at his frown. “You act like I'm about to assign you geometry homework or something. It's something easy and you don't even have to write anything down.”

Zilla laughed a little sitting back up. “My bad. Homework ain't ever been my thang.”

“Mine either,” he chuckled. “Your homework is for you to plan something for you and Moriah to celebrate Angel. Doesn't have to be extravagant unless you want it to be. Just something. Sound good?”

Zilla scrunched his face a little. “Like something fa kids?”

“Whatever you think is appropriate to celebrate you and Moriah's son. Something that you can look back on and always think of him. Okay?”

“Aight, I can do that.”

“I know you can. I’ll see you in two weeks, can't wait to hear about what you planned.”

After therapy, Zilla stopped by a floral shop and a bakery he passed on the way home. He eased into their apartment, sat her gifts on the coffee table then followed her voice to their bathroom. Moriah rapped along to her music as she finished up her skin care routine, Zilla stood in the doorway watching her with a smile on his face. 

“That's yo shit, huh?” He laughed seeing her jump. “How you scary listenin to thug ass music?”

“You're gonna give me a heart attack, Isayah!”

“Naaaah,” he laughed, going to give her a kiss, “You'll be aight.”

Pulling him closer, she kissed him a few more times and hugged him. “Oh whatever. How'd it go?”

“Went good, Auntie picked a good one.”

Moriah clapped excitedly then grabbed one of her moisturizers from the counter. She squeezed a little bit into her hand. “So you're gonna go back then?”

“Yeah, ima go back, Fat.”

“Tell me about it.” She dabbed a bit of the moisturizer onto her fingertips then started to massage it into his face, “Girl or guy? Old or young? Me or them or you?”

He laughed trying to get away from her hands. “Mane, what is you puttin on me?”

“I thought you were losing your thick ass accent but I see it's still there,” she joked. “Moisturizer. Now answer please.”

“I don't need that.” He complained allowing her to continue. “Man, older, you. Aight na, you don't gotta squeeze my cheeks like that.”

She giggled while still doing it. “You squeeze mine and I don't say nothing.”

Grabbing her hips, Zilla pulled her closer to him then slid his hand to her butt and squeezed.

“Cause you like that shit. Duh.”

“Isayah,” she squealed, “Stop that, I'm tryna help you moisturize.”

“I already got my own moisturizer, I don't need that.”

She stared at him. “Boy what moisturizer you got? I have never seen you use moisturizer. I have to put everything on your face.”

“You know what moisturizer I got, Fat.”

“Nope, I don't. Tell me.”

His eyes met hers, glanced down briefly then back up with a smirk on his face. She stared at him for a moment before it hit her. 

“Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Nasty for no reason.”

“It ain't for no reason,” he laughed, “It's all to make you happy so say thank you.”

Laughing, Moriah stepped away from him to the sink to wash her hands. Not one to be away from her, Zilla moved to stand behind her, staring at her through the mirror. Her eyes met his for a brief moment making her smile. 

“Zay,” she called out softly. 

He hummed out a response.

“I don't know if you know this but,” she paused to turn the water off and dry her hands, “There's no other place I'd rather be than here with you.”

Her heart swelled watching the tint rise to his cheeks as his smile spread across his face. It wasn't often she was able to make him blush so when she did, she enjoyed it. Pulling her closer once again, Zilla put his face in her neck kissing her there then lifted his head to look at her through the mirror. 

“You sure?” He asked softly. 

“Of course, I am.”

He kissed her face a few times. “I got you something. Come on.”

Moriah allowed him to lead her out to the gifts. Immediately she went to the flowers, inhaling their scent and gently caressing their petals. Zilla quickly snuck a couple of pictures of her.

“They're so pretty, Zay. I love them. You picked them?”

He scrunched his face playfully. “What I get if I say yes?”

She laughed softly looking over at him. “The same thing you'd get if you had help.”

“Mmm then yeah, I did. I did good? I think I remembered all the ones you like.”

She nodded, moving her eyes back to the flowers. “You did. All that time I thought you weren't listening to me but you were.”

“I tell you all the time, even though I wasn't actin like it all the time, you was and is the most important to me, Fat. I listened to everything you said to me.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, girl. I mean it.”

She tilted her head back and puckered her lips at him. He put a hand on her throat, pecking her lips a few times. They held each other's stare for a moment until she stuck her tongue out at him making him laugh. 

“Silly ass, I got you something else. I'm surprised you ain't see it first.”

She frowned a little, turning to look. “Ooooh that's a bakery box. What you get me?”

“Open it and see.”

She eyed him before turning to the box that sat on their coffee table alongside the vase of flowers. She slowly opened it, excitedly wiggling when her eyes landed on the contents. 

“I haven't had good red velvet cake since we left Texas, babe. Wait … is it good?”

He sucked his teeth playfully. “I'm not tryna get cussed out about that damn cake, I wouldn't give it to you if it wasn't, Fat. And I damn sure wouldn't have got you a whole cake if it wasn't.”

She laughed. “I cussed you out one time and you won't let it go.”

He stared at her. “Twice. Both times you went on for a hour and a half.”

“Blah, blah,” she said, picking the box up, carrying it to the kitchen, “You want a piece?”

“No and neither do you.”

“Wait, what?”

He chuckled. “You heard me. You not eatin that right now. Close it up and get back over here.”

She pouted. “But why not?”

“Cause I said so. I know you ain't ate no real food so you not eatin no cake right now.”

The following silence made him chuckle. Quietly, he crossed their apartment to the kitchen. He watched her try to quietly cut a piece. 

“Moriah,” he called out sternly. 

She jumped and pouted. “Just a little piece.”

“What I say?”

Rolling her eyes, Moriah closed the box lying the knife across the top and slid her feet over to him. He kissed her head ignoring her pouting.

“Think you my Daddy,” she mumbled as she walked past him. 

He laughed. “I know I am cause you told me. Get in that room so we can call Mama.”

The couple laid across their bed with Moriah's iPad in front of them waiting for Leata to answer their facetime. Zilla bothered Moriah while they waited. 

“If you lick my face again, I'm gonna bite you.” She warned. 

Zilla paused for a second then laughed as he leaned in to lick up her jaw to her cheek. Grabbing his face, Moriah pulled him closer and bit his cheek just as Leata answered the call. She sat quietly watching them, glad they were in a good place still. Laughing, Zilla pulled away from her grasp and wiped his cheek.

“Don't lick me again, Fatu.” She laughed. 

He leaned forward and licked her lips. “You say I don't listen anyway so.”

“Isayah, stoooop.” She laughed, wiping her lips. “You so annoying.”

“But you love me,” he laughed, leaning over to do it again. 

“Zilla, what are you doin to her?”

“Making her laugh, Mama.”

“No, you're annoying me,” Moriah corrected, laughing. “Tell him to leave me alone, Ma.”

She chuckled softly. “Behave, Zilla. How are you two?”

“I'm aight. How you?”

“I'm good, son. Rye, how are you?”

“Well,” she said bumping Zilla, “I was good till your son started bothering me. And he wouldn't let me have any of the cake that he got me. He's being annoying and mean.”

Leata looked between the two of them. “Why can't she have cake?”

“Cause big head ain't ate real food since last night.”

“Rye, its what,” she paused to look at the time, “Almost 2 and you haven't eaten yet? You need to eat before all that sweet stuff.”

Moriah pouted. “Yes ma'am but only cause you said it and not him.”

Zilla mushed her head playfully. “Either way you ain't gettin it right now.”

“Alright, are yall ready to talk?” She asked stopping them before they could start arguing. They nodded putting their attention back on her. “Okay so where are we starting?”

Moriah nodded for Zilla to go.

“Um when yall found out Fat was pregnant, did you and her people talk without her?”

“We did. We actually spoke a few times. Rye, you don't know this but Hassan knew before you told him. You said you wanted to tell the two of them at the same time but you and I were going to need him as an ally while you told Nadine.” She explained. “When he got in town, I had him come to the house first so I could talk to him. He understood my point of view and he was glad that I had told him prior to. His main concern was the two of you and the baby.”

“Wow … thank you. I didn't even think about that.” Moriah admitted.

“Of course, manamea. While Rye were in school, the three of us got together to discuss the whole situation. It was made clear that no one was to say anything to you until I figured out how to tell you. Surprisingly enough, Nadine agreed to that but knowing what she did that's probably why.”

Zilla nodded, rubbing over his chin hairs. “Anything else?”

Leata thought for a few seconds. “Just that even though the timing of the pregnancy wasn't ideal, Hassan and I were never mad at you two. A little disappointed but we were honest with ourselves,” she chuckled, “We saw it coming from a mile away. We thought it'd be a little later but we knew.”

Moriah and Zilla looked at each other then back at the screen. 

“Knew what, Ma?” She asked with her brow raised. 

“That there was gonna be a pregnancy or a scare at some point in high school. We knew it.”

Zilla scrunched his face up. “We wasn't even datin then.”

Again she chuckled. “You two never put a name to it but yall were. You went on dates, you were always cuddled up on my sofa, in your bedroom with the door closed and locked and sneaking out together.”

The couple laughed softly. 

“We wasn't doin nothin that most of that time. Not till later.”

“Oh trust me, son.” She laughed. “I know when yall started. I just didn't say anything. You didn't wonder why all of a sudden your brothers were giving you condoms and talking to you?”

Zilla laughed thinking back about it while Moriah sat mortified with small giggles escaping her. 

“I'm embarrassed,” she declared. “I told you, Zay.”

He laughed. “You was always scary anyway so I ain't pay you no attention.”

“Any other questions for me?”

Moriah looked to her boyfriend for his response. 

“Uuuh … after Fat told you what happened, what did you do?”

“Well first I went to pray,” she chuckled humorlessly, “Because if I didn't, I knew whatever I would've done would not have been good. I consoled and talked to Rye until she had to go back home afterwards I went to my bedroom and I cried. I called Arthur to tell him, he was livid. I had to keep him from going to see Nadine. And then you ended up calling me, Isayah. You usually never called as late as you did but I remember you saying something was telling you to call me so you did.”

Zilla tried hard to remember that call, he could recall certain parts of the conversation but not all of it. 

She continued on. 

“It was hard to act like everything was okay but I had to because I knew it wasn't my place to tell you. I could assist Rye with it but that was all. Plus telling you while you were in there would not have been good.”

Moriah reached over to wipe the few stray tears from his face. He sniffed a few times. 

“I appreciate y'all for carin enough about me not tell tell me then cause I prolly would've got more time. I woulda caused hell in that place.”

“And that's what we didn't want.” Leata said softly. 

Zilla leaned over, kissing Moriah's cheek then whispered for her to go ahead. She nodded, starting to play with her fingernails. 

“I gotta tell you something else about this whole thing, Ma.”

“I'm listening, Rye. Whatever it is, it's got you nervous. You only do that with your nails when you're nervous.”

She smiled a little, trying to stop clicking her nails. “After everything, I kept asking my mom for information. I wanted to know if she knew the gender and what they did with my baby afterwards. Then finally she told me that she had the gender and she had them cremate the remains. And she said the only way I was getting any of that and my sonograms was under one condition.”

“Which was what?”

Moriah bit her lip, fighting the urge to cry. “I had to get my tubes tied.”

Leata frowned, leaning in a bit closer. “You had to what? Cause I know Nadine did not.”

“I had to get my tubes tied, Ma. I wanted what I had left of my baby so I agreed.”

Leata's face was set in shock on the other side of the facetime. There were so many words that wanted to come out but she was unable to say a thing. Moriah asked Zilla to pass her the baby blue box from his nightstand, when she got it she held it in view for Leata to see. Zilla rubbed soothing circles on her back. 

“She just had him in this ugly carton thing so I used the money that my dad had given me for something else to buy him this. He's gone everywhere with me even college,” she chuckled softly.

Trying to process everything, Leata brought her hands to her face for a moment. She allowed her tears to fall freely as she stared at the screen. 

“He?”

“Yes ma'am,” Moriah tilted it a bit to show where his name was engraved at the top. “I was having a boy. I named him Angel.”

“Oh, Rye. This just makes what she did that much worse. It wasn't enough that she made you abort Angel but then continued to use him to manipulate you and pretty much take away the chance to have another.”

Zilla and Moriah sat quietly listening to her come to terms with everything.

Leata took slow deep breaths. “That is an evil woman that neither of you need to be around. I know that's your mother, Moriah but you have done all you can do. There is no saving grace for her and you will not give her any. Do you hear me?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“I am so sorry that she did that to you, Rye. If I would've known I would've done something to stop it. Does Hassan know?”

“I know, Ma. No, I never told anyone until now so only you, Zay, my mom and me know.”

She nodded. “Well no one will find out from me, that is your business to tell. I um I need to go. I love the two … the three of you so much. Call me or text me if you need me.”

Zilla noticed the look on his mother's face and got concerned. “You good, Mama? You look pale.”

“I'm okay, I'm okay. Just processing. I'm gonna go.”

Without waiting on them to respond, she disconnected the call. Moriah closed her iPad case then rolled onto her side to look at her boyfriend.

“She is not okay.”

“She ain't,” he agreed. He grabbed his phone sending out a quick text, “I told Arthur to go check on her.”

“She looked pissed. I'm pretty sure if not now, in the next few days she's gonna go see my mom.”

Zilla thought then shrugged. “Nadine need her ass whooped anyway. She get what she get.”

Moriah laughed, “You not wrong but Ma do not need to be doing that. We don't want her to get in any trouble.”

He huffed loudly. “You right but Nadine still need her ass whooped. I guess text Auntie Kami too but that would mean you gotta tell her.”

Moriah tapped on her phone, sighing softly. “The good thing about Auntie Kami is I don't need to tell her right now and even though she'll find out in the midst, I can still talk to her about it later and she'll be okay with it.”

Zilla gently pushed Moriah back, making her lie on her back so he could put his head on her chest. She reached one hand down to rub his head while she continued to text. 

“I'm proud of you, Fat.”

“What did I do?”

“Everything. You went through all that plus her basically torturin you till I got out and you stood ya ground. You strong baby.” He praised softly. “You got a good ass heart too. I ain't gon let nobody else play with that shit or you. Zilla got you.”

“And Fat got you. You know I do not play about you.”

He laughed a bit. “Shit, I know. Remember ole girl you beat up at that skate party? Made that girl piss herself.”

Moriah busted out laughing, almost dropping her phone. “I did not.”

“Yeah you did. I remember,” He laughed “I remember cause when you realized it got on your hand, you punched her ass in the mouth.”

“Cause that shit was nasty. If she couldn't hold her bladder she shouldn't have started with you.”

He turned over to look at her, a smile on his face. “I thought you said you ain't do that?”

She stared at him trying not to laugh. “Okay, fine, I did. But in my defense I was only doing what Pops, Ejay, and your cousins taught me to do.”

“They did not tell you to make nobody piss they self, mane. You did that.” He laughed now sitting up.

“They did so. They said make sure whoever I fight is leaking by the end. They never specified what kind of leak.” She shrugged playfully. “Point is, I won, she apologized and never bothered you again.”

He shook his head at her, still laughing. “And that's why I tell people not fuck witchu cause they don't want them problems. And I don't either.”

She swatted at his arm after she put her phone down. “Don't tell people that. They gon think I'm mean.”

He pushed his lips to the side staring at her. “That ain't a secret, Fat. Everybody that know ya ass know you mean as shit. You only nice to your patients, Mama, Hassan, and Toni. And I really don't think you that nice to Toni, I just ain't seen it yet.”

“Aht. I am nice to her. She's not nice to me.”

“Damn,” he called out, “That mean she meaner than you. Yall was meant to be friends.”

Moriah sat up and launched herself at him, he grabbed Angel's box moving it to the nightstand then wrapped his arms around her. He laughed as she landed playful jabs to his torso.

“Since I'm mean, I might as well beat you up then, Fatu.”

“Now you know the only one of us that gets beat up around here is you,” He joked, tickling her sides making her giggle uncontrollably. “Now say sorry.”

“Zay! Zay, stop!” She yelled in between giggles.

He continued his playful assault on her sides through his own laughter. “Say sorry and I stop.”

“Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!” She yelled.

He hummed not stopping. “That ain't enough. Am I your daddy, Fat?”

“Zilla, I gotta pee!” She giggled. 

He laughed still tickling her.  “Then you better answer me. Am I your daddy?”

She fell over giggling. “Yes! You're my Daddy! Stoooop!”

Laughing, he let her go. He watched her jump off the bed and run into the bathroom closing the door behind her. She yelled from behind the door. 

“You get on my nerves, Fatu!” 

He grabbed his ringing phone and put it to his ear. “Love you too, Fat! What's up, Jon?”

“The hell is yall doing? Yelling in my ear.” He asked, talking just as loud. 

Zilla laughed putting the call on speaker. “Nothin, man. What's up?”

“Checkin to make sure yall still coming this weekend. Trin made me call cause she said if her favorite cousin not here I'm gon be in trouble.”

“Ayyye, I'm the favorite. Tell her we gon be there.”

Jon laughed. “She wasn't talkin about you, man. She was talkin about Moriah.”

He sucked his teeth. “Just for that tell her, I'm comin but Fat stayin home.”

Moriah came out of the bathroom and went back to the bed, leaning against Zilla. “I'm not staying home. If I don't go, you don't go.”

“I can go places without you, big head.”

“You can but you can't go visit them without me.”

He looked down at her. “Why I can't?”

She stared back at him. “Jon gon let you live with him?”

Jon laughed, interrupting them. “Damn, she sound just like Trin. Always tryna put us out over a lil jokey joke.”

“Cause yall not funny.” Moriah fired back playfully. “We'll be there, Jon. And I want the same room, Trin told me it was mine.”

“Lil girl, how you just gon claim stuff in my house?” 

“Huh? You said you want me to tell Trin you being mean to me?”

“Maaaan,” he drug out playfully, “Aight fine but you gon tell Sefa why he can't have that room.”

Moriah squealed, “My second favorite Fatu man is gonna be there? Why you didn't tell me before?”

Zilla frowned. “I better be the first favorite.”

She scrunched her face. “Ew, no. Arthur's my first favorite then Sefa.”

“And what number am I?” Jon asked. 

“Uuuuh let's see …. There's Arthur, Sefa, Zilla, Jacob, Ejay, you and then Naio.” 

“Now wait a damn minute,” Jon called out, “I'm number six! Why am I so low on the list? What I do?”

“And why am I number three?”

“Jon, you're never on my side just like Naio so that's what yall get,” she explained quickly, “And you're number three because Arthur spoils me and Sefa always took my side and the both of them always check on me.”

Both men sucked their teeth. 

“Aye, Zay, we gon jump Sefa this weekend. Traitor.”

Zilla laughed. “Hell yeah.”

“But aight then. Text me what snacks and stuff yall want for the weekend so I can add it to the list. Call if yall need anything.”

“Bye number six!” Moriah joked. 

Job sucked his teeth. “Just for that, no snacks for you.”

“Bye, man.” Zilla chuckled, ending their call. “Fat?”

“What, big head?”

“I'm really number 3?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yup but you're my number one Fatu in the non platonic way.”

“I'm the only non platonic Fatu you got.”

She huffed playfully. “Boy, just take the number one spot and hush.”

After her shift, Moriah changed out of her work clothes and into her regular clothes then went to the ED to wait on Toni. She watched the older woman check in a second patient in the last ten minutes. Bronco, Zilla and Moriah had finally convinced Toni to come to a show and see him wrestle. 

“Nurse Bryant, it's fifteen minutes past your shift.” Moriah called out looking at her watch. 

Toni finished up with the patient then turned to her friend. “I couldn't just stop what I was doing, Rye. I'm coming, give me a second.”

“We're gonna be late if you don't come on. We still have to stop by your house to drop off your car and for you to change, go to mine to drop my car off and uber to the show. Bring your butt on.”

The handheld monitor went off again interrupting them. Before Toni could check it, Moriah snatched it and passed it to the nurses relieving her, who had been trying to get it. They had a short conversation then Moriah pulled her friend from behind the nurses station and towards the doors.

“Wait, wait, my purse.” Toni called out trying to go back. 

“It's in my bag, let's go. Cause if I miss my man because of you, me and you are gonna need a ref.”

When the friends got to their cars, Thomas was sitting on the hood of Moriah's car. Toni rolled her eyes and Moriah stayed to dig through her purse. 

“Why are you sitting on her car? Get off.”

Thomas smiled. “Was just waiting on her. No harm done, Toni.”

“Yet you're still sitting on it,” she clocked with a tilt of her head. 

He waved her off putting his focus on Moriah. “Can we talk, Moriah? It won't take but a second.”

“You have until I find what I'm looking for to say whatever it is you wanna say to me and I believe I told you to call me Nurse DeBreaux.”

“I just wanted to tell you that I'll love you and wanna be with you regardless of us being able to have children. We can try and if it doesn't work, we can always adopt. I really want to give us another try, I've matured. I'm not the same person I used to be.”

“Found it,” she announced triumphantly and pulled her pink taser Jacob had given her years ago from her purse. She moved closer to him, putting it near his crutch. “If you ever sit on my car again, call me anything but what I've told you to call me or bring my medical information up again, I won't be the only one who may not have kids. Am I clear?” She pressed the side making it spark for emphasis. 

Toni stood back laughing to herself.

He jumped a little. “Whoa, I'm just tryna make amends. It's bad enough you might not have kids, don't want you to be alone on top of it.”

“Why do you assume I'll be alone, Thomas?”

“Look at all the kids in that family. If you can't give him kids, he's not gonna stay when he finds out.”

Moriah chuckled. “Get the hell off my car, Thomas. You got five seconds.” 

He jumped off the hood, taking a few steps back. “Just think about it, Mo.”

“You are so lucky I got somewhere to be. Stay away from me and I mean that shit.” After he jogged off, Moriah turned her taser off and threw it back in her purse. She passed Toni her own purse. “I'll follow you to your house. We gotta hurry.”

Forty five minutes later, the friends made it to NXT Arena at Full Sail University. They walked around the backstage area looking for their other halves.

“Haven't you been here before?” Toni asked, looking around. 

“Yeah twice but both times he was with me. Let's just ask somebody.” Moriah looked around then spotted what looked like a friendly face. She approached the woman, tapping her shoulder. “Sorry to bother you but we're kinda lost.”

She smiled looking at the two of them. “Well I hope I can help. I'm literally like two almost three weeks in. What are yall looking for?”

“Catering. We're supposed to meet someone there.”

“Now that I can find. Follow me,” she laughed, starting to head in that direction with them. “I'm Gia, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I'm Moriah and this is Toni.” Toni gave a polite smile and wave when Gia looked over at her. “What do you do here, Gia?”

“Journalist but in basic terms, I do backstage interviews.”

“Sounds cool. And you don't have to get all sweaty and thrown around so that's good.” Moriah joked, ignoring Toni’s mimicking. 

“That's the best part,” Gia agreed, stopping in front of catering, “Do you see who you're looking for?”

Moriah and Toni looked around for a few seconds. Toni nudged her friend's arm and pointed. 

“I see them over there.”

“Where?” Moriah asked, frowning. 

Toni pointed, “Right there. Left corner. I know you see Bronco's tall ass and Zilla.”

Gia's ears perked up at the mention. “I see them. Come on, I'll walk yall.”

“Uuh, we got it but thank you, Gia.” Toni frowned.

Gia laughed it off. “No worries plus I hadn't had a chance to speak to them today. They're always on the move.”

Gia walked in front of them, leaving the two friend's to exchange looks before following her. Moriah mumbled under her breath a bit. 

“Oh my gosh, Zilla! Look who I found wandering around,” she announced putting a hand on his arm.

Moriah didn't miss the grimace on his face as he looked in Gia's direction. He moved her hand then noticed Moriah and Toni. Bronco rolled his eyes accepting Toni's hug. He whispered to her that Gia got on his nerves. Zilla smiled widely at Moriah going to hug her. 

“What's up, Fat? What's up, Toni?”

“You didn't tell me your sister and her friend was coming, Zilla. I could've met them at the gate for you since you and Bronco had them wandering around.”

Toni laughed under her breath looking up at Bronco, who rolled his eyes again. 

“Sister? Do me and him look alike to you?” Moriah asked, confused. 

Gia laughed, clasping her hands in front of her body. “I'm sorry, I was assuming. Cousin then?”

Zilla pulled Moriah into his side, placing a kiss to her temple. “She not my cousin. This my lady, mane. And we got them. We good, Gia.”

“Oooh this is your girlfriend? He really loves you, girl. Every time I talk to him, he mentions you.”

“I wonder why,” Toni mumbled. 

Moriah smiled looking between them. “Good to know, Gia.”

Gia patted his chest a few times then let her hand linger there. “He's a tough cookie to crack but I think I'm wearing him down. We're gonna be friends. And don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him for you. These girls around here can be a bit much.”

Before Zilla could, Moriah pushed her hand off of him.

“Yeah I can see that about the girls,” Moriah sassed tilting her head. “Just a little thing to keep in mind about him … he doesn't like to be touched by people he don't know like that and I don't either.”

“Noted, girl. I'll make sure they keep their hands off of my friend.” Gia smiled at Zilla and Bronco then moved to hug Moriah and Toni. “Enjoy the show. Ooh come find me afterwards, we can go get drinks.”

Moriah turned to stare at her boyfriend, who held his hands up. 

“Fat, I ain't do shit. She can't take a hint.” 

Bronco nodded. “He ain't lying. He literally gives her no indication that it's okay for her to even talk to him and she still do it.”

Moriah folded her arms. “She better learn how to take a hint or she gon have a problem that she don't want. Talking about some damn sister or cousin. She knew I wasn't either one of those.”

“She did,” Toni agreed, “She was trying to be messy.”

“And had the nerve to put her hands all on him like I'm not standing here. She lucky I ain't break her damn hand.”

Toni clapped her hands. “Girl, seriously. She was trying you. Being all bold like, I can imagine what she does when you're not here.”

Moriah groaned inwardly. “And she better hope I don't ever find out cause I will beat her ass and then ima beat his ass.”

“And then ima beat Bronco's ass,” Toni added.

“Wait, I moved her hand just like I do any other time and tell her to stop. Why I'm gettin my ass beat?” Zilla asked. 

“Ion even like that girl and I tell her to leave him alone. I shouldn't be gettin my ass beat.” Bronco stressed. 

“Just so yall know we not nothing to play with,” Toni explained with finality. 

Moriah nodded. “That part.”

“Listen, me and Bronco not worried about that girl. We dodge her ass and whenever she do catch us, we keep it short. Right, B?”

Bronco nodded. “Right.”

“It better stay that way too. I don't mind beating her ass, Isayah.”

Zilla nodded her face then her lips, holding her body against his. “I know you don't. Don't worry about her, she ain't important.”

“Mmhm.”

“Oh! Rye almost tased Thomas’s nuts off.” Toni announced with a chuckle. 

Zilla looked at Toni then his girlfriend. “Not that it matter but why?”

“He was sitting his ass on my damn car and was tryna talk to me about being together,” she explained, “Then I told him if he ever sat on my car or brought what he brought up again, I wouldn't be the only one with fertility issues.”

“Good job, sis.” Bronco praised excitedly. “But next time do it. Teach his ass.”

Toni hit his arm, chastising him.

“You know when he work next?”

“Why?” She asked, staring at him. 

“Do you know, Fat?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah, Thursday same time as me.”

“Aight, yall go head to your seats. We'll send somebody to get yall before the show over.” He pulled her closer, kissing her slowly. “I love you, fat head.”

She laughed softly. “Love you more, Fatu. See you later, Bronco.”

Bronco hugged and kissed Toni then smiled at Moriah. “Aight, sis. Yall cheer loud for me and my boy.”

The men watched their girlfriends leave catering before turning to one another. Bronco's smile widened with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“What time I need to be ready Thursday?”

Fortunately for Nadine, Kamille was able to detour Leata for a couple of days. Knowing her sister's work schedule, she invited Nadine to her house Wednesday afternoon for a snack and to talk. Kamille left the detail about Leata coming out to ensure her sister came. 

Leata and Kamille had been sitting in her living room since Arthur dropped her off thirty minutes prior. The two waited on Nadine's arrival. 

“Which one of your babies was that, that dropped you off?”

“Arthur, my oldest. And he was not happy that I wouldn't let him stay.” She chuckled. 

Kamille laughed. “Yeah, he didn't look happy. Rye told me that he's the only brother that knows so I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that he's on the list of people that aren't happy with my sister.”

“He's definitely on that list. I don't blame him … just thinking about it makes me so angry. She was 15 years old, a baby.”

“I've been giving her shit about the way she's been with Moriah for years and she tells me the same thing every time. That she can do what she wants with her child.”

Leata rolled her eyes. “Same crap she's said to me.”

The door opening and closing momentarily ended their conversation. Nadine called out for her sister then followed her voice to the living room. Her smile slowly dropped into a frown as she went to sit on the love seat. 

“You didn't tell me there would be a third wheel, little sister.”

Kamille smiled. “Seems like you were the last one here so you're the third wheel, big sister. How are you?”

“I'm well. How are you? Hello, Leata.”

“Same, Nadine.” Kamille answered, nudging Leata.

“Hi, Nadine.” She greeted stiffly.

Nadine hummed at her. “How is your son treating my baby?”

“You would know if she were still talking to you,” Leata chuckled, “He's treating her the way he's always treated her, like a queen.”

“Queen of what? The hood?”

Kamille jumped in to stop them. “Nadine, cut it out. Don't get sassy because you know she's right.”

“Kami, why am I here? I've been working all day and I am too tired for this.”

Girl,” Kamille scoffed, “You worked two hours today, you not tired. Anyway Leata wanted to talk to you and I am here to facilitate. Don't be your usual asshole self either.”

Nadine rested her elbow on the arm rest, moving her attention from her little sister to Leata. “What would you like to talk about, Leata? What can I do for you?”

Leata counted backwards from ten in her head before responding. “I'm just gonna jump right in, I don't have the patience to beat around the bush. You made Moriah get her tubes tied?”

“Yup.” She answered popping the ‘p’. “Anything else?”

“Anything…. Anything else? Are you kidding me? You don't see anything wrong with making a 15 year old girl get her tubes tied? She was a baby, Nadine.”

She smiled at her former friend. “No, I don't see anything wrong with making hard decisions for my child. She was a baby that didn't need to be having babies so I made sure she wouldn't.”

“Birth control was an option, Nadine.”

“Wasn't gonna do what I needed to be done.”

“What if she never able to have kids again? Does that even make you feel a little bad?”

She shook her head, a slight smile on her face. “Knowing that she'll never have a child with that child of yours brings me joy and a sense of accomplishment. And if I'm as lucky as I think I am, he'll break up with her.”

“Nadine, what is your got damn problem with me and my kids? You went from being one of my best friends to my enemy.” Leata yelled while sitting up on the sofa. 

“You and your kids are just like that husband of yours.” Nadine yelled standing from the love seat. “I didn't realize it until after his ass killed over.”

Leata stood as well, pointing her finger in Nadine's direction. “You better be careful with the next words that come out of your mouth.”

“Hmm well let me take a second to think about what I wanna say about you, your husband and your kids.” Nadine paused dramatically. “Your husband always had his ass in my family's business, in my husband's ear about this and about that. Thought it was just him but you and your damn kids are the same way. You took your husband's spot in my husband's ear and your kids are in my daughter's ears.”

“Hassan and Moriah know how to make their own choices! We did not make them do anything they didn't wanna do, Nadine!”

Nadine rolled her eyes. “Oh sure. They just happened to make these stupid decisions after talking to one of you Fatus.”

“Oh please, Nadine. I'm glad you think so highly of us that we have that much control but sorry to tell you it's complete bullshit.”

“I'm not my daughter or my husband, I'm not falling for that.” She chuckled. “As bad I felt when your husband died, I was glad cause I thought I was finally getting control back of my family. But then the manipulation and interference didn't stop.”

Kamille stood at that. “Nadine, you're going too far. Stop that.”

“Oh I'm just getting started,” she spat, laughing. “I don't think I'll have to wait that long to get control back and have my baby come home to me. That child of yours is following in his father's footsteps literally so it won't be too long before he joins him. Now that's a funeral I would pay good money to sit front row at.”

Leata's right arm reared back then forward with as much force as she could muster connecting with Nadine's left cheek. There was so much force behind her slap, Nadine lost her balance and hit the floor. She held her cheek, opening and closing her mouth trying to check her jaw. Kamille stepped in front of Leata. Pushing her back gently trying to calm her. 

“That was the last time you will ever talk about my kids or my husband! If you ever talk about them again like that it'll be your funeral we're sitting front row for!”

Slowly, Nadine pushed herself up onto the love seat. She heard Leata but the pain in her face and jaw kept her from responding. There was a slight ringing in her ear as well that wouldn't go away.

“Breathe, friend. Breathe. I got her, you go call Arthur.”

Leata glared at her old friend as she left the living room, mumbling to herself. Kamille stared at her big sister wondering how the sister she used to look up to turned into this person. They were fifteen years apart but at 38, Kamille felt like she had much more sense than the 53 year old sitting in front of her today. 

“Why would you say that to her? You can't really feel that way, Nadine.”

Nadine winced a bit when she opened her mouth. “You know I don't say things that I don't mean.”

“I don't know that but I do know if you say things to hurt people to get the upper hand. You wished death on her kid. That's not right.”

She chuckled. “What's not right is her family breaking up mine.”

“Their family didn't do a damn thing but love you, Hassan and Moriah. Although it's clear that they wasted their love on you. You and you alone broke up your family.”

“If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were drinking the Kool-Aid too.” Nadine smirked as best she could. “So tell me which Fatu are you sleeping with? Hmm let me guess … Jacob. He was always fond of you.”

Kamille frowned at her big sister. “Me and Jacob are friends, basically family like the rest of them and you know that. You just say anything to avoid accepting fault. Mama didn't raise us like that.”

“How would you know? I was damn near grown when you were born. You don't know shit about how I was raised.”

Kamille sucked her teeth, “I know enough to know that she raised us both the same way. You need to stop this before you get to a point where it can't be fixed.”

“I don't need to do anything but call the police.”

“For what, Nadine?”

“I'm pressing charges. She assaulted me and you witnessed it.”

Kamille shook her head. 

“You are absolutely not. If you call them, I'm calling Mama and telling her what you did to Moriah and what you just said to Leata. And I know no matter how old and bitter you are, you do not wanna deal with a pissed off Trenice Parker. Do you?”

Nadine stared at her sister for a few moments then huffed loudly. “Go get me a ice pack, don't just stand there.”

Knowing how her son felt, Leata waited until they got back to her house to tell her how the meet up had gone. He then spent thirty minutes going off about Nadine and debating on going back to Kamille's to finish what his mother had started. 

“You know you gotta tell Zay and Rye, right.”

She shook her head. “No, they've already got a lot going on. I'll tell them just not right now.”

“Mama, they need to know now. Especially Rye. This not nothing to keep to ourselves.” Arthur stressed kneeling in front of her while she sat on the sofa. “She better hope I don't see her in public.”

“That right there is why I don't wanna say anything. Your brother is gonna react that same way.”

“And he should, Mama. Her bitter ass wished him dead. You don't say stuff like that.”

She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. “Okay fine but this is gonna hurt Moriah.”

“Whether you tell her now or later, it's gonna hurt her, Mama.”

Begrudgingly, she facetimed Zilla. A part of her hoped he didn't answer so she had more time. Her hopes were dashed when she saw his smiling face and heard Moriah's voice in the background. 

“Aye! Stop hitiin’ me, Mama on the phone and ima tell!” He laughed. “Mama, tell this girl to keep her hand to herself.”

Arthur moved to sit beside Leata, putting his face in the frame. 

“What did you do to her, son?”

“I … ow, your lil hands hurt, mane. She offered me cake and now she mad cause I ate it.”

“Nah uhn! I offered him a piece yesterday and he ate another piece today!” Moriah yelled.

“He sorry,” Arthur suggested, “Right, Zay?”

Zilla frowned a bit, pulling Moriah into a loose headlock. “Uhuh, right. My bad, Fat. What yall got going on?”

Arthur put his attention on Leata, silently urging here to go on. 

“I wanted to tell you two that I went to Kamille's to talk to Nadine. And it didn't go well.”

Zilla moved him and Moriah to their sofa to sit down. Moriah got comfortable against his chest. 

“What happened?” Zilla asked, looking between his mom and brother. 

Leata looked at Arthur then back at the screen. “It didn't last long, I'll say that. We got into a spat, she said some ugly things and it escalated.”

“What did she say?” Moriah asked softly. 

“I asked her about what she made you do and she said she was proud of it and felt accomplished.”

It was heartbreaking to see the residual joy leave Moriah's eyes. Zilla pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Leata waited for her to respond, when Moriah didn't she continued. 

“She also said some things about your father and your brothers but mostly you. Things escalated,” she sighed, “I'm not proud of it but it ended in me slapping her.”

Zilla's brows raised. 

“What she say? Had to be bad for you to do that.”

Arthur realized she wasn't going to be able to say it so he stepped in. “She wished death on you, Zay then Mama slapped her.”

Moriah sat up immediately, pushing herself off the sofa but Zilla held onto her waist with one hand. 

“Fat, sit down. Come ‘ere, man.”

She shook her head, roughly pulling herself from his grasp. “No, I can't. I can't.”

Leata spoke up. “Let her go, Zilla.”

He huffed watching her walk off to their bedroom. “The hell I do to her for her to say that?”

“I'm telling you that you did nothing to deserve having someone say that about you, Isayah. You could tell that woman to have a good day and she would swear you cursed her. You hear me?”

He nodded starting at the closed bedroom door. “I hear you, Mama.”

“Isayah,” Arthur called out, getting his brother's attention, “Mama told yall that so yall would know what that lady got going on not to cause a setback between the two of you.”

He nodded again. 

“Go do what you need to do.”

Zilla disconnected the call as he got up from the sofa. He went to listen at the bedroom door for a moment before going in. Moriah laid with her face in her pillow, crying softly. Going to her side of the bed, Zilla kneeled there and rubbed her back. 

“You meltin again, Fat?”

She shook her head, not lifting it from the pillow, followed by a muffled ‘no’. He smiled a little, nudging her over so he could see her face. 

“It look like you meltin’, baby.”

“Just a little,” she said softly. 

“You don't gotta melt over that. Zilla ain't goin nowhere, Zilla gon stay right here with you to get on your nerves.”

She nodded, sniffling softly. “Promise?”

“Zilla promise. What can I do to make my lady stop meltin?”

“A kiss maybe.”

He chuckled, leaning up to kiss her. “Better?”

“Mmmm … maybe one more.”

He kissed her again. “Now?”

She shrugged. “I kinda feel better. A snuggle would probably make it all the way better.”

“Whenever you ask me to snuggle, you end up tryna do more than snuggle, Fat.” He pointed out getting up from the floor and climbing into the bed behind her. She moved her body back, closer to him. “See? You already startin’.”

She laughed softly. “Just getting comfy. Plus ever since Zilla threw his condoms away, he hasn't wanted to snuggle with me anyway.”

He laughed in her ear. “We both been tired as shit, Fat. My bad.”

“You never cared about me bein tired before.”

“That's cause I wasn't tired.” He kissed her neck a few times. “I promise to snuggle with you next time. Aight?”

“Pinky promise?” Moriah proposed as she lifted her pinky up.

He linked his pinky with hers. 

Since they were leaving for Tampa as soon as Moriah's shift ended, Zilla dropped her off at work Thursday morning. She had long forgotten about Zilla's inquiry into Thomas’s work schedule so she didn't question him taking her to work or warn him to not do anything bad. Moriah liking to be thirty minutes early to her shift worked out in his and Bronco's favor seeing as the friends made it to the parking deck minutes before he did. Unbeknownst to him, he parked his Audi between Bronco's truck and Zilla's challenger. When he stepped out of his car, Zilla was standing at the back of his car startling him. 

“What's wrong? Why you so jumpy, mane?” Zilla laughed. 

Bronco crept up behind him, slamming the driver side door for him. “He act like he seen a ghost or sum.”

Thomas jumped again looking between both men. 

“There are cameras in here.”

Zilla looked up at the cameras, smiling even wider. “You mean them right there? I wouldn't count on them workin.”

“Naaah they definitely outta order, my guy. Kinda like yo ass,” Bronco added with a chuckle. 

“What do you want? I need to get to work.”

Zilla moved closer to him grabbing his collar to shove him against Bronco's truck.

“Wait, why he not hemmed up against his own car?” Bronco asked, frowning. 

Zilla ignored his friend, maintaining eye contact with Thomas. “Moriah told me yo ass still botherin’ her and if it's one thing I can't stand is somebody that don't understand no especially when my lady say it. She asked you one too many times to leave her alone so now I gotta step in.”

Thomas struggled to get out of his grasp but his strength was nothing compared to Zilla's. “It's not that serious. We were just having a conversation.”

“A conversation that she told you she ain't want which mean she said no to your ass.” He spat, pressing his forearm into Thomas’s throat. “This the one and only warnin you get from me. The next time you see me or my boy it won't be to talk.”

Bronco stepped forward and leaned down so they were sure level. “And if you don't keep this lil meeting between us, you'll see us sooner than that. Comprende?”

“Sis! I been missing you!” 

As soon as Moriah and Zilla stepped inside the house, Trinity ran to them engulfing Moriah in a tight, bear hug rocking them from side to side. Jon and Zilla watched them with frowns on their faces. 

Jon hit his cousin's arm. “Uce! I missed you!” The two of them hugged mocking their women. 

Trinity sucked her teeth. “This why you number six. Get on my nerves.”

“They just jealous cause nobody ever misses them.” Moriah rolled her eyes playfully. “Everybody else here or we early?”

“Yall late as hell.” Jon fussed loudly. “Should've took off like uce told you to. Lucky I ain't give ya room away.”

Moriah laid her head on Trinity’s shoulder. “My favorite cousin wouldn't let you do that.”

“And won't. Everybody in the backyard, come on.”

Trinity pulled Moriah along with her while Jon and Zilla followed behind. They talked softly and briefly with each other until they got to the patio. Moriah scanned the backyard, squealing when she spotted Jacob and another cousin on the grill. She ran to jump on his back. 

“Jacob! I missed you!”

Laughing, Jacob sat the spatula he was using down and backed away from the grill. “Damn, girl, I missed you too. You almost took us both out.”

She got down, laughing and fixing her shorts. “I haven't seen you in so long. I missed my buddy. I don't have nobody to get on Zay's nerves with.”

“Shit, we got all weekend to make up for lost time, sis.”

“Yall asses is not about to get on my nerves all weekend unless her big head ass wanna get left here with you,” Zilla declared approaching them. He slapped hands with both of his cousins. “Fat, you remember Josh. Right?”

She nodded, moving to hug him. He barely returned the hug but she didn't notice. “Hey Josh. Of course I remember. He's the twin that's not annoying, the good twin.”

Josh nodded his head at her, mumbling out a greeting then turned back to the grill. Jacob noticed how their cousin acted but realized Moriah and Zilla didn't. 

“Aye, sis, there go Sefa. Better get to em before mean ass do.”

Zilla frowned playfully. “I'm mean ass? You know her ass meaner than me.”

Moriah stuck her tongue then ran over to Sefa, jumping on him the way she'd jumped on Jacob. Zilla let his cousins know he'd be back after he spoke to Sefa. Turning back to the grill, Jacob nudged his cousin. 

“What's up with you?”

“Nun man, I'm cool.”

Jacob started to flip the burgers. “I would believe that if you don't just give that girl the cold shoulder.”

Josh shrugged, focusing on the chicken. “Ion like her. I ain't think he'd stay with her this long.”

“You don't like her? Moriah? Moriah that's been around since they was kids?” Jacob asked with his face screwed up. “Why you ain't like her?”

Josh looked over at Moriah with his family, his lips turning up at the sight of them being happy and friendly with her. “She ain't right for uce. He deserve better.”

“Better than Moriah? She the best thing that ever happened to his mean ass.”

“That's what yall think.”

Jacob scratched his head looking over at his family then back at Josh. “Ion know man. You gon have to explain that one to me later on. But word of advice, chill on the attitude with her, that boy ain't right in the head when it come to her. He protect her heavy.”

Josh waved him off. “We'll see.”

#aao #zilla fatu #zilla & moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

[thecreelhouse]

tramps like us

Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: One month in, and Gator’s proving his growth and change for the better, while you finally let down the last of your walls and open up about a painful loss. Together you’re both figuring this new life out, and the clouds are finally beginning to part.

The threats of Mario Kart victories and filthy sex don’t hurt, either.

CW/Tags: PTSD, panic attacks, discussions of: anxiety, dissociation, religious trauma, endometriosis, miscarriage, grief. hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, smut: PiV sex, f receiving oral, dirty talk, light anal play, cum play, light impact play, brat/brat tamer dynamic, tiny bit of a daddy kink.

WC: 7.7k+

〘 series masterlist ✧.┊this is a sequel to part time soulmate, full time problem ✧.┊listen to the series playlist here. ✧.┊read on AO3 〙

A/N: hiiiii y’all! we’re about halfway through the series!! (Probably 3 or 4 more chapters to go before the end.) tysm for any kind words and support on this sequel. also happy endometriosis month lmao. great timing on this one, I guess. anyway, hope y’all enjoy 🖤

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⋆｡♪ And would you know it right away / How hard I tried to see your face? / A little screen, a photograph, mine to take ♬ ₊˚.

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The first week of you and Gator living together was certainly an adjustment. Living with your partner is much different than being snowed in with your ex-best-friend-turned-lover due to sexual tension building.

You knew that’d it’d be different, and it wasn’t the worst difference to understand, for either of you, but it wasn’t all peachy keen, either.

Over that week, though, the two of you eventually fell into a comfortable groove, finally feeling the major life changes for the two of you fall into place. Gator slowly met everyone over time; your housemates were welcoming in their own ways, and while he returned the kindness, he was also shy.

That was something you’ve never seen in Gator before.

When you asked him about it, he answered in mumbles, unsure of himself, “I dunno, haven’t met any new folks in awhile. Kinda worried they won’t like me… what if I say some stupid shit in front of ‘em?”

“Everyone’s stories ain’t mine to tell, but you’ll find out in time they’re not so different from ya’.” You warmly replied. “There’s, uh, we have a group chat— don’t worry, you’re not bein’ left out—“

“Darlin’, I don’t even have a phone right now, you’re fine.” 

“Shit. Right. We should get ya’ one. But, uh, they didn’t wanna overwhelm you. Or… well, I didn’t want them to overwhelm ya’. Anyway, everyone’s nothing but nice when they talk about ya’.”

Gator snorted, “‘Bout me? No way.”

“They all really like you so far, Gator. Everyone wants to get to know you better.” You answer earnestly. “I know opening up is nerve wracking, but I swear everyone wants to really meet you, when you’re ready. No rush.”

Back home, Gator never felt that kind of compassion from his own family. Now that he’s miles and miles and time zones away, this group of near-strangers, barely acquaintances, are so much closer to the definition of ‘family’ than his own blood were.

There were a few days of overcast, snow-free weather that you and Gator took advantage of to run errands, replace his missing phone, show him around the neighborhood, and finally find some damn curtains.

“So… they do make ‘em that big,” You murmured, running your hands along the plain fabric display in the store. Gator, of course, snorted at your choice of words. “Tillman, don’t you dare—“

His usual smirk flashed in front of you, hands held up as he feigned innocence, “I didn’t say nothin’!”

But in the midst of catching up, excitement, and settling in, you had completely forgotten about your therapy appointment, right up until a reminder popped up on your phone. Thankfully, you set them to come up a half hour beforehand, but you’re still in bed with Gator.

“Fuck. Shit.” 

“Everythin’ alright?”

“Forgot I have— fuckin’ - A — ” You stumble out of bed, tripping over a blanket on the floor. “I forgot I have therapy today.” You rummage through your drawers and closet for something to wear, frantically checking the weather on your phone before muttering a “fuck it”, throwing on whatever looked comfiest yet still socially acceptable for being in public.

Gator’s up, but he restrains himself from getting too close in your personal bubble, not wanting to get in your way. You’re searching for your bag while you try stifling noises of frustration.

“Darlin’, what can I do t’help?”

“Nothin’, m’okay, I just need my bag,” Your voice wavers, giving you away. You spot the shoulder strap peeking out from under the bed, sighing relief as you pull the bag out. Still, your hands shake as you dig through, double checking that your wallet’s inside— it’s not.

Of fucking course it’s not.

You exhale roughly, hoping you can shake off the anxiety that’s building, but your toxic thoughts only continue to spiral.

Where did I put my wallet? Why can’t I be more organized? If I was organized this shit wouldn’t happen. I have thirty minutes, and the ride is only ten minutes, but who fucking knows what nonsense is holding up the trains today—

“C’mere, you should sit for a second.” Gator sounds so far away the longer your feelings continue to snowball. “Darlin’, maybe it’s better to reschedule.”

— Can’t do that, can’t reschedule, it’s too late because the 24 hour period passed, I’ll get charged for the appointment anyway, so I should still try to go and make the most of it. But I can’t go if I don’t have my wallet and my MetroCard’s in there, and I can’t just get a new one because my money’s in there too, and it’s too far to walk in a short time period—

“Hold on, darlin’, slow down, you’re gonna work yourself up,” you don’t realize your panicked stream of consciousness was tumbling from your lips too; Gator leads you back to the bed until he’s kneeling in front of you, while you sit on the edge. His hands are in yours, thumbs softly running along your knuckles. 

“S’okay, let it out if you gotta.” Gator reaches up to wipe a stray tear away. You’re becoming notorious for crying without realizing until he comforts you.

“That’s what therapy is for,” You sniffle. “But now I- god, fuck, I hate panicking like this. It makes me feel like m’frozen in place, a- and I get so overwhelmed, until I wear myself out and needa’ sleep it off.”

“Want me to call ‘em?” Gator doesn’t wait for an answer, just grabs your phone from your bag, “Y’got the number saved?”

“It’s just saved as ‘therapy’—“

“With the… crying and nose blowing emojis, right?”

There’s a pause as the two of you glance at each other before snickering and giggling; your laugh, though, sounds pained, as you go right back to crying again.

“Uh-huh.” Gator squeezes your hand before calling; you hoped that’d be enough to ground you, but your mind starts wandering far and wide instead.

Can’t even care for yourself, can’t cry without falling apart, can’t go a day without crying— what the fuck is my problem lately?

Everything feels and sounds so far away as you dissociate, something you haven’t fallen into since the night your father hurt you. You’re still in the spot Gator left you, but miles away at the same time.

He’s still on the phone when he asks, “Darlin’, is Friday okay?” You nod, on autopilot, able to hear him this time, but you still don’t feel right. When he comes back to you, he’s mentioning something about your therapist waiving the fee, but you feel so far removed from your body, your mind, Gator’s embrace— you only nod.

In a numb trance, you curl back under the covers, with only your face peeking out. Gator would lovingly tease you for how ridiculous and cute you look if you weren’t having a dissociative episode.

So he sits with you instead, on the floor, next to the bed, just like the night he cared for you after enduring your father’s violence. 

“You want some space?”

Your voice cracks as you croak out, “No, I— m’sorry for this. I’m sorry I don’t have my shit together.”

“Oh, right, ‘cus I totally do,” Gator chuckles softly. “Angel, ya’ dealt with a lot your entire life, and just the past month alone, f’course you’re gonna be upset. I’d be more worried if you weren’t.”

“M’just scared you’ll feel like it was a mistake to come out here with me.”

“Bullshit. Leavin’ home with ya’ is somethin’ I won’t ever see as a mistake. It’s a big change for the both of us, but we’ve survived much worse than a major change for the better… and look where it got us. We’re gon’ be alright, darlin’. I swear.”

Your tears begin to calm down while your mouth hangs open. “When the hell did you become so… wise?”

Gator smiles ever so slightly, looking away with a shrug, “Been readin’ some stuff, kinda thinkin’ it’s time to give therapy a try. I don’t wanna be some angry prick anymore.”

That makes you smile, and giggle a little, too. “M’proud of you for even considering it. That ain’t easy.”

“Y’know I’m proud of you too, right? Even on your bad days.” His hand cradles your face as he watches your eyes grow heavy with exhaustion. 

“Proud of ya’ more,” You tease, eyes fluttering shut.

“Alright, brat, we’re not turnin’ this into some competition.” Gator lets out a breathy laugh, attentive to the way your breathing slows as you fall asleep. 

When he knows you’re finally at ease, he kisses your forehead before leaving you be, heading down to the main floor of the apartment; he’s got something he wants to help with, and now seems like a good time to start.

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When Gator offered to clean out the unfinished nursery for you, he didn’t anticipate your miscarriage to hit him as hard as it currently did. 

While he gripped onto the crib’s frame, he wondered how long it took to paint the walls, to get halfway around the room, only find out this nursery would never serve its purpose. That thought alone made his heart ache.

Okay, so maybe the crib wasn’t the greatest place to start.

What names did you pick for the baby? Did you go to your first ultrasound appointment alone? Was the baby shower already planned? What was your reaction when you saw the test result appear on that tiny, flimsy stick? His mind continues to spin with more questions and no answers while he removes the tarp from the dresser. 

Curiosity gets the best of him, and he gently opens a drawer, finding teensy, tiny onesies. He feels sick, shutting the drawer and throwing the tarp back over the dresser.

“Jesus Christ,” He mutters, choking back tears. This shouldn’t be hurting him this much. This didn’t happen to him, it happened to you.

But maybe that’s why it hurts so much; knowing you endured such a horrid heartbreak, so much physical and mental anguish, just to leave the hospital alone. Alone and empty and shattered. You are everything to Gator, and he can’t stomach the fact that you, the person he loves most, braved through such a devastating loss. 

He doesn’t even know the full story, patiently waiting for you to open up when you’re ready, but he knows enough. The surface details are still tragic enough.

Gator understood this was so personal, an excruciating experience; he doesn’t blame you for keeping it buried, away from him, but he’s having a hard time wrapping his head around on how you were able to keep it from him.

And while he’s always wanted a family of his own, he’d never push that dream onto you. If you didn’t want it as badly as he did, it wasn’t worth it. It wouldn’t be right.

Gator never wanted to overwhelm you with that conversation, but he won’t know until he asks, until it’s brought up.

While he’s glancing around the room, trying to decide where to start first, there’s movement in the loft before you call out, “Gator? Where’d ya’ go?” 

Before he responds, his throat feels dry and constricted as he tries staving off his own tears. “In here,” even his tone sounds weak.

You make your way into the abandoned nursery, sucking in a breath as you glimpse at Gator, frozen in the middle of it all.

“Hey, you alright?” You come up behind him, arms winding around his waist while you rest your head on his back. You can feel him tense up while he’s hoping to shake off the emotions.

“M’okay, I just wanted to… t’help,” Gator still faces away from you, but his large hands envelope yours, resting against his torso. “Jus’ not sure where to start.”

“Babe, look at me,” You step back and let go to give him room to turn around, but he doesn’t. So you walk around, looking up to find Gator silently crying. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Sorry, it’s just… a lot.”

“You don’t have t’do this. I appreciate you offering but if you’re not up for it, don’t force yourself.”

Gator pinches the bridge of his nose before running the same hand over his face. “No, m’gonna help, I just can’t… m’sorry for cryin’, this was your loss, not mine.”

“It’s not a bad thing to show emotion over someone else’s loss. Just shows y’got empathy, and while I hate that this hurts you, too, it really means a lot that you care.”

He pulls you close, holding you with care before kissing your head as you duck under his chin. “M’so sorry I wasn’t here for you… for this.”

“You didn’t know.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve known. If I didn’t push you away, I would’ve known.” The more he discovers about your new life and what he’s missed out on, the more he regrets ever breaking the friendship to begin with.

“This is gonna sound awful, but,” You’re cringing at yourself already. “Even if the baby survived, I wouldn’t have come home with them.”

“What? Why not?”

“Wouldn’t ever want to bring a kid around my parents. I was dead set on that from the start.” 

Gator gets that, now more than ever; if the two of you ever had a baby, he’d never visit home with them. Neither your family or his would ever deserve to meet them.

Then again, Gator wouldn’t visit home at this point at all. Even if he wasn’t so disgusted and heartbroken by his father’s actions, from past to present, he still wouldn’t visit him, especially not in prison.

All of this makes him wonder if it’s worth bringing up the question, the idea, of maybe starting a family one day. Maybe it’s not the best time, but he can’t stave off the curiosity.

With a deep breath, he wanders back over to the crib before offering his thoughts, “Darlin’…we- we could save this stuff, in case you— we— ”

A laugh slips out, not cruel, but not cheerful, either. You know what he’s trying to say.

‘In case we have a baby someday.’

“We won’t. I won’t.”

“I— I ain’t trying to force anythin’, I just… fuck, m’sorry.”  Gator slides down the wall, right along the edge of where the paint stopped, knees bent to rest his arms on top. You move to sit close to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Gator, can I be honest about somethin’?”

“Of course, darlin’. What’s on your mind?”

“… You’ve got no idea how much I’d love to start a family with you, but I ain’t riskin’ it again. If something happened, it’d hurt you, too. I couldn’t risk it knowing your heart could be broken like mine was.” You wipe tears away with your hoodie sleeve. 

Gator tilts his head to rest on top of yours, and reaches for the hand near him, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“If… if you ever change your mind, I’d take that risk in a heartbeat. That’s your decision to make, and I’m not tryin’ to pressure ya’…” His thumb rubs softly along your hand. “… but just in case, I’d take the chance if you wanted to again.”

Even as teenagers, Gator always admired how naturally it came to you to care for your sister when your parents failed her. He had no doubt in his mind you’d be an amazing mother, and despite really admitting it, he knows how hurt you still are that your chance was ripped away from you.

“Could you imagine how loud our kid would be?” You snicker, while again, you wipe away tears. Gator squeezes your hand as he laughs with you. “Neither of us know how to ever shut up, that kid would be doomed from the start.”

“And how clumsy they’d be,” He adds in hopes that it’ll keep your smile up. “We’d have to baby-proof everything.”

“We’d also spoil the hell outta them.”

Gator grins, “You sayin’ we’d be those parents who take their one year old to Disney when they ain’t gonna remember shit?”

“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m sayin’.” You smile back. “But also, ‘cause we never got to go.”

“We weren’t even allowed to like anythin’ fun,” As sad as that fact is, it still makes you and Gator laugh. “Jesus, our parents suck.”

“Yeah… but at least it showed us what not to do as parents.”

There you go again, finding the bright side, if you could even call it one among the bleak facts of your past. Gator knew you always tried to keep on the side of optimism, but he’s really starting to see why everyone else here calls you Sunshine.

“Give ‘em a better childhood than either of us had,” His voice cracks; he didn’t want to start a family to prove a point, to be a better parent just to get back at his father. He just wanted that normality with someone he loves.

The older Gator gets, the more he realizes he does have love to give, it was just repressed most of his life from toxic masculinity, heavily influenced by his life. Mainly coming from his father, constantly branding it into his mind that any emotions other than anger made a man weak.

Gator’s ashamed it took him this long to realize the error of his ways, how he’s old enough to know better but continued to stay ignorant. If it wasn’t for you reminding him regularly that growth is better than stagnancy, he’d probably end up in a fate similar to his father’s.

“You’d totally become one of those dads with the stereotypical, goofy dad humor,” You tease. “Like… you’d totally think it’d be hilarious to dress your kid up as an alligator for their first Halloween.” 

“C’mon, I ain’t that corny.”

“Not yet, but you would be.” The words sting as they hit your own ears. ‘Not yet’, but really, not ever. Not with you, at least. 

That’s the thing that plays with the shards of your heart, already broken, over and over again. The more you dwell on it, the deeper the wounds become from those shards never being left alone.

“Won’t ever have that as a dumb memory to laugh back on years later,” Your bottom lip trembles, and you’re annoyed with yourself that the sweet hypotheticals are only tugging you back into the reality of never becoming a mother. Never starting a family with Gator. Never unconditionally loving a little one of your own.

A deafening silence falls between the two of you; Gator’s not sure what to say, not wanting to force positivity on you, but he hates seeing you so torn apart by this. He hates that he can’t fix this for you.

Without a word, you push yourself off the floor, reaching under the tarp over the dresser; you pull out a small paper from the drawer and hand it over to him.

It’s an ultrasound image. The last one before the miscarriage. 

Gator hesitates to take it, silently checking with you as he looks up; he doesn’t want to pressure you to talk about this. He can wait until you’re ready, but the look you give him in return says you actually want to talk about this.

Even if it’ll hurt, you want to tell him. You need to, and it’s only fair, after all; if he has to open up so you can help and be there for him, it’s only right if you do the same.

“Lil’ peanut wasn’t really a peanut anymore. I was able to feel them. Not a lot. Just tiny… flutters of movement.” You hold your tummy, a subconscious action you gained when you were pregnant. Now it’s just a symbol of you longing for what never came to be.

“They said the baby was around the size of a banana... So I kept picturing a banana instead of a baby, and every time I laughed about it, they’d move.”

Gator’s so fixated on the photo of your tiny angel, the one you never got to hold, the one you never got to raise— they’d be nearly a year old by now. A lump rises in his throat as he holds back his tears, mainly upset for you, but something twists his stomach at the thought of never meeting them, either.

“There’s a reason I’m on the shot, y’know. N- not that bein’ on it purely for sex ain’t a valid reason, but it helps a lot with- uh- you remember how sick I used to get during my period, right?”

He nods, turning to you, photo still in his grasp. “Yeah, you’d be home the whole week sometimes.” He remembers coming over, sneaking you movies and comfort snacks— usually your choices in either were considered secular by your parents, just like everything else you had an interest in. If it didn’t involve keeping sweet and obeying, whether it be to God directly or through a man, it was considered sinful.

“You used to bring that lil’ portable DVD player, remember? Hide it under school books and your damn bible so my parents would leave us alone.” You smirked at the memory of pulling a tiny act of rebellion off, every month. 

The slight humor isn’t lost on Gator, but he also remembers how that was your only source of comfort during that hellish routine week. You weren’t even allowed to take painkillers, not when your parents believed ‘praying the pain away’ actually worked.

They also loved scaring both you and your sister into believing the pain was just God’s punishment for any wrongdoings the month prior. 

“Went my whole damn life thinking periods were supposed to be that painful. Ives was the one to educate me, after I kept suffering and only thinking over the counter shit could help. She encouraged me to see a doctor, and I found out how wrong this all was.

“It ended up being endometriosis.” Gator looks perplexed, so you explain, “Basically, tissue similar to the kind that lines the uterus grows outside of it— long story short it just fucking sucks. And hurts, at least for me, a lot. It varies for everyone, like… some folks have a hard time infertility, with sex, and thankfully it doesn’t bother me too bad with sex, if at all.”

“Why haven’t ya’ told me?”

You shrug like it’s not a big deal, “It never hurt enough to bring it up.”

“Y’always promise you’ll tell me if somethin’ hurts, or doesn’t feel good. Why’re you hidin’ that from me?” Gator doesn’t sound offended, he’s not taking it personally. He’s upset that you thought you had to hide this from him.“You’ve been helpin’ me through this,” he points to the bandaged eye socket, “Why can’t you let me help you?”

“Gator… there’s nothing to help me with, not with this. I appreciate that you care, but you can’t change or fix anything. Some bodies aren’t built to have sex, or have a baby, and that’s okay. I just had to learn the hard way.”

He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, keeping quiet to let you continue.

“I was gonna start birth control to at least make the cycles bearable… and then I found out. I was so sick, by day 3 I realized it had to be morning sickness. Ivy made me take a buncha’ tests, and each one was positive. I was warned about infertility, but never about how high the risk of miscarriages are with endo.”

“Was… that guy, was he still with ya’ by then?”

“Oh, fuck no,” You push out a laugh, but it’s humorless. “Once I even mentioned seeing a doctor for everything, before I knew I was pregnant, he ghosted me. It’s my fault for not being safer with him, but he convinced me it was okay—“

“Darlin’, the fault ain’t on you. That scumbag shoulda’ respected ya’ from the start.” You don’t miss the way Gator’s fist clenches while still holding the photo. He catches himself before he can accidentally crumple the print up, handing it back to you instead.

“I did everythin’ right. I slept well, I ate well, I took those damn vitamins everyone swears by when you’re pregnant. I was careful, Gator. I was so, so careful. 

“I cared for myself before that, but just knowin’ I was a safe place for this tiny, little thing… I did everything I could to keep them safe from the outside. Never knew there could be threats inside, too.” You rub your eyes with your sleeve, staining it from your tears.

“God… I was so relieved to be knocked out for the procedure, and the pain after wasn’t so bad… but I felt s- so empty. And not in the literal sense, but a huge part of my life was taken away before it could even begin. T- to be promised that, to go through constant appointments and treatments and be told things are fine just to have it all fuckin’ ripped away… I wanted to die.”

Gator pulls you closer, both arms around you now as you feel the loss all over again. He never expected you to confide in him so soon, and all he can think of is how much he regrets pushing you away. 

He regrets that he never attended your sister’s funeral. He regrets not comforting you in the time after as you mourned. He regrets not stopping you before your parents drove you off to the airport to apologize.

Instead any interaction was from a distance, putting you down for a life far out of your control. You were just trying to survive. You lost your sister, you lost him, and once life finally gets back on track for you, even better than before, some loser comes along and tries throwing you off… but you took the situation and turned it into your own. You made the best of it.

Only for reality to give you another loss to grieve through.

“Surprised y’didn’t get an abortion,” Gator murmurs, and you know he means no ill intent with his words. 

“You know me, I’m supportive with this shit for others… But I- I couldn’t do it. I was scared. I was scared of either direction, but somethin’ got me so attached, and I wish it didn’t. In the end, I still had to get a medical abortion… that’s some kinda’ fucked up joke if you ask me.

“I never wanted kids. I never wanted to bring a kid into this world and pass the trauma down onto them.”

“You’d never. Never once saw you hurt Lo, ‘specially not in the ways your parents hurt the two of ya’. I know you’d never hurt a kid of your own.”

“I failed them. I failed my sister. I was so depressed, m’not kiddin’ when I say I wanted to die. Only thing keepin’ me alive was this family here. Ives tried to get me t’reach out to you… but I was scared. I didn’t just… wanna drop that on you, and you had to have hated me back then—“

“I never hated you, darlin’. I know it— I made it seem like that, but I didn’t, and m’sorry I wasn’t up front ‘bout it.”

“It’s… I’m not mad at you, Gator. I’ve been growin’ past that pain. Sometimes it still hurts, but you’re not that person anymore. You’re the Gator I grew up with, the person who had a good heart n’ always protected or comforted me. I think you were right, back home, when you said you don’t think we ever really hated each other.”

“We’re just two stubborn idiots,” Gator teases, earning a flash of a smile from you. 

“But as far as startin’ a family goes … I can’t put myself through the risk again. I refuse to put you through that heartbreak. I love you too much to do that to you.”

“Like I said, I’d take the risk in a heartbeat if you wanted someday, but I- I respect your choice.”

You snort through your tears, “Gator Tillman respectin’ women? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Gon’ let that one slide, but I’m learnin’... Tryin’, at least.”

“Proud of ya’ for tryin’ and learnin’, love.”

“Can’t fuckin’ imagine growin’ a whole human being inside like that. Pregnancy is fuckin’ metal as hell.”

You laugh, not expecting that. “You’re not wrong.”

“It’s fucked up how my dad made me believe men were superior, and I wish I learned he was wrong sooner… You’re stronger than I’d ever hope to be.”

While you appreciate the sentiment, you still chuckle, “See, that’s the other reason why I should never get pregnant again. Might be strong but definitely didn’t stop me from becoming even more of a whiny baby.”

“I feel like if you’re pregnant, you get a free pass to whine and cry all ya’ want. You’re literally growin’ a whole damn human and carryin’ them for nine months.” 

“Okay, stop saying it like that, you make pregnancy sound like an alien experiment, or somethin’.” Your laugh fades out quickly. “Th- this isn’t a deal breaker or anythin’, is it?”

Gator doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Hell no. Just bein’ with you is enough, more than enough.” He’s not lying, but he’s burying  his emotions.

“You’re still disappointed though, I can tell.”

“Well, sure it’d be everythin’ to me to start a family with you, but if life has other plans, we roll with it, right?” Not a hint of doubt lies in his words. “Even just the two of us—“

As if on cue, Lovebug runs in, purring loudly as he climbs into Gator’s lap before curling up and falling asleep.

“— okay, and this guy—“ 

The two of you laugh, and Lovebug isn’t happy about the movement the sound causes. “We’re still a family. And everyone here, too. Baby or no baby, we’re doin’ alright. We’ll be alright.”

“Yeah, well, no need to have a baby when this little demon is around.”

Gator covers the cat’s ears, “She didn’t mean that.” Lovebug wiggles out of his grasp and runs back out of the room. “You hurt his feelings.”

You roll your eyes.“Speaking of… Lovebug’s gotta go back home.”

“What? Why? This ain’t his home?”

“Well- it is, but he prefers the shop. That’s where the other two strays ended up, too. He’s probably missin’ ‘em.”

“But what if he misses me?”

“Gator when on earth did you become such a cat person?”

He glares at you, “… M’not.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” You grin before sheepishly adding, “If you wanna come with me tomorrow ya’ can. But you don’t gotta, I know it’s like, not the most exciting thing in the world.”

“Y’kiddin’ me? You worked so hard on that shop, f’course I wanna come with.” His face lights up with a sincere response, like he’s proud of you, because he is. It gives you butterflies, and for a moment, everything feels alright. Because it will be alright, especially with your best friend by your side.

“Thank you for sharin’ all that with me.” Gator gets up, pulling you with him. He wraps you in his embrace. “M’sorry you went through any of that. If I can help with anythin’, you tell me, got it?”

“I will,” You promise, pushing up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “And let’s… we don’t have to worry ‘bout this right now.” You lazily gesture to the room around the two of you. “We’ll get to it when we’re ready.”

“When we’re ready,” Gator repeats, giving you a quick, tight squeeze. “No rush.”

“Hey, uh, y’wanna play Mario Kart?” You pull back as you ask, hoping to uplift both of your moods. “I’ll let ya’ win.”

“Yeah, sure, of course ya’ will, freak,” Gator narrows his gaze as he laughs sharply. “I think even with one eye I’ll kick your ass on rainbow road.”

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By the following day, you felt much better, especially excited to show Gator the bookshop. 

It’d almost be a month since you took off work, and you felt guilty for leaving Flor to run her shop and yours on her own. She said it was no problem, but you needed to get back to work, and needed the money, too.

Lovebug also had to get back to his actual home, being the bookshop; you brought him home with you as comfort during the week of uncertainty waiting for Gator. There was an unlikely bond between the two, and you weren’t looking forward to breaking that.

With a pair of boots, warm, cozy thigh highs, a comfy skirt and a sweater, you’re dressed for the day. You don’t fuss much with your hair or makeup, you had other priorities.

The main priority was getting Lovebug in his carrier; he hated the process, but loved to be carried around like a baby. Once he’s inside, he’s so fascinated looking out the bubble window of the backpack carrier, watching the city life around him.

Gator finds you trying to coax Lovebug into the carrier, sitting on the floor while he’s on the window bench, as you try bribing him with treats to hopefully entice the cat inside. He can’t help smiling over your desperate bargaining with this tiny cat.

“Buggy, c’mon, I know you miss your friends,” you shake a bag of treats, but Lovebug turns his head, ignoring you. You groan in frustration, flopping back onto the floor. “Please, lil’ dude, I gotta go to work.”

Footsteps grow closer until Gator appears in your line of sight as you stare up at the ceiling. “Want me to try?”

“Please? He likes you more anyway.” You murmur, then grumble, “Cat stealer.”

Ignoring your comment, Gator crouches over by Lovebug, who happily gets up to crawl onto his shoulders, flopping over one like dead weight.

“You’re such a weird lil’ guy…”

“He is— are you fucking kidding me right now?”

In seconds, Gator’s able to lead the cat into the backpack carrier, closing it up without a fight. You sit up, staring at the two of them in disbelief.

“Oh my god, fine, he’s your cat now.”

Gator laughs, “M’not stealin’ your cat, I promise!” Then, he looks down at the backpack before shyly asking, “… Can I carry him though?”

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“Man, this storm fucking sucks.” Your face is squished against the glass of the front door, watching the rain come down in buckets.

After a calm first day back, you closed up a little early; Flor had to leave to grab supplies for a wedding makeup gig she had the next morning, and since the storm seemed to be keeping everyone home, closing early seemed like a good idea. 

“We can wait it out, I don’t mind.” Gator shrugs, hands wrapping around you from behind. “But can’t ya’ just…. take the subway, or whatever?”

“Gator, honey, we’re two blocks away, and the nearest stop is past the apartment. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Well, I dunno, what did ya’ expect, draggin’ my midwestern ass out here?” He snorts, eyes trickling down the glass along with the raindrops. “We can call a cab, or somethin’, maybe?”

“Too expensive for two blocks.”

“But if it makes gettin’ home easier, I don’t mind payin’ for it.” He offers, but you groan something about ‘save your damn money’. “I don’t mind if we wait, y’just look tired, darlin’.”

You solidify the statement with a wide, drawn out yawn. It’s contagious, passing onto Gator while he laughs through it.

“S’okay, maybe I can do somethin’ to knock off tomorrow’s list,” You wander away from him and into one of the narrow aisles, crowded with used books. You start organizing them, only by genre, because you can hold alphabetical order off until tomorrow.

“You had a long day, don’t push yourself.” Gator comes up behind you, enveloping you in his arms before kissing the top of your head, trailing down to your face slowly. It starts innocent at first, or so it seems, at least. “M’so proud of you, it’s easy t’see how much love you put into this place…” His kisses down your neck, teasingly slow, “Thanks for lettin’ me tag along with ya’.”

You giggle, playfully pushing him away before he can reach your collarbone, “I don’t mind, keeps me busy.” You’ve got a small stack of books in your arms, narrowing your eyes at him with a hint of a smile. “And that means more than y’know, love. Thank you.”

He hums, shrugging off the sappy moment, “I could keep ya’ busy too, y’know.”

“I’m sure you can, Tillman.” You playfully roll your eyes before stepping onto the ladder against the tall shelves. Three steps in, and Gator’s arms are around your legs, anchoring you in place. 

You grab onto the rungs in front of you, books still awkwardly in your arms, keeping yourself steady as one of his hands moves up the back of your thigh.

“Gator…” You warn, but his name comes out more like a soft plea to touch you.

“This why you wore a skirt? So I could touch ya’ easier?” His hand reaches your ass, roughly grabbing at the softest part. A whine immediately escapes you. 

“It’s fuckin’ January and pouring, the hell are ya’ wearin’ this for?” He pushes the skirt up and over your hips, groaning at the sight of the thin, stringy thong you’re wearing. “Jesus, darlin’…  gon’ get sick runnin’ ‘round half naked like this.”

“I- I have a sweater on too!” You protest, glancing back at Gator while his other hand mirrors the actions of the first. “And thigh highs. We were inside all day, I’m covered, like, enough.”

“Yeah, fuckin’ love these on ya’,” He kisses up the back of your leg, starting at the ditch of your knee, upward along your thigh, leaving love bites once he reaches where your bare skin begins. You drop the books to the floor, holding yourself up with a steadier grasp on the ladder. “Can’t be walkin’ ‘round like this, not when you’re all mine.”

Gator doesn’t care what you wear, and you know that. But when he talks like this, becomes possessive before fucking your brains out, it ignites something deep within you.

There’s two directions you could take this: become a subby, compliant mess from the minimal touch he’s given so far, or brat it out.

It’s almost always the latter choice for you.

“I like the attention, though. Makes me feel good ‘bout myself.”

The next love bite is rougher, while the grip he has on you isn’t so cruel, not yet, but it’s enough to make you gasp at the sting of pressure.

“Don’t I give ya’ enough attention?” His voice drops low and gravelly, warning you to back down and behave; his fingers play with the strap of your panties teasingly. Pulling back as far as the fabric gives, he lets go, snapping it back against your skin. “Don’t I make ya’ feel good?”

“Y’do, but sometimes I want more—“ His hand smacks your ass while you white knuckle the ladder rung, trying to keep your balance. 

“Greediest slut I’ve ever met,” Gator slides his fingers between your legs before making their way to your folds, slipping between with ease. He avoids touching your clit, so you push your backside out further, desperate for even the lightest contact where you need him most. 

That only causes him to pull his hand away completely.

“Yeah? Like you’ve got past experience to compare this to,” Your ridiculing only makes him grit his teeth while his jaw locks. There’s a certain rush to pushing his buttons, to getting under his skin. One you can’t find elsewhere, one that no one has ever given you.

“Whatever game you’re playin’ ain’t one you’ll win.” 

You look over your shoulder with a smirk, “Right, I forgot, you’re always a winner.” Gator rips the elastic of your panties, fabric coming loose before he pulls it away completely. “Oh, you fuckin’ asshole! I can’t walk home with nothin’ on!”

“Not like that pair covered anythin’ to begin with.” He taunts, tucking the ruined underwear in his back pocket before spanking you again. “You’ve got that skirt, darlin’. You’ll be fine.”

Fuming, you make it down two steps before he shoves you against the ladder, gasping when his strong hands force your legs apart. His fingers are back on your heat, wantonly toying with the slick between your folds. His touch ghosts over your clit this time, letting you feel something, if anything at all.

You’re absorbed by his taunting caress, eyes fluttering shut while you’re lost in the buzz from the weak friction, causing you to miss the order he gives.

Gator roughly grabs your chin, forcing your eyes open, “I said open.”

Obeying, your mouth falls open while he continues to clutch your chin in place, spitting onto your tongue. You whimper, about to close your mouth, until two fingers— the ones he just had teasing your cunt— run along your tongue, pushing the saliva further back to your throat.

“Suck.”

Again, you comply, eyes locked with his as your tongue swirls around his calloused fingers, tinged with the taste of your arousal. Your moan is dulled as he gags you with his digits. 

“I wanna reward m’girl,” He pushes his fingers further, smirking at the tears welling up in your eyes. “‘Cause ya’ worked so hard today… but ya’ ruined it for yourself, brat.” 

Ripping his hand back, you’re left panting while Gator moves behind you, spanking you again. Then again. And again. You lose count after ten swats.

His hand stops against your skin, rubbing the red, bound-to-be-bruised-by-morning swell of your backside. A whimper floats out of you at the soothing sensation.

“M’sorry, I’ll be good,” You murmur, gasping when his touch is back on your core, but only for a moment. “Need you, need you, need you.”

“I know you do, darlin’,” He ruts into you a few times before noisily undoing his belt. Grabbing your arms, he pulls them behind you, using the belt to secure and restrain you. “You okay?”

“So fucking okay— oh, fuck—“ You barely answer before Gator pushes into you, walls pulsing around him as you adjust to the stretch, like any other time. It’s a delicious, mind-spiraling type of pain, one that gets you soaked every time he fills you completely.

“Y’could be a slut all ya’ want, but ain’t no one gonna fuck you like I do, huh?”

Gator slams into you, shoving you harder against the ladder. He holds you up enough that you don’t slip through and get hurt. He’s got other ideas to give you the pain you crave instead.

“Nuh-uh, only you,” You answer breathily, feeling him as he pulls out completely, only to drill into you again, full force, no mercy. “Oh— g- god, Gator…”

“Ain’t no one who can fill ya’ like I can, right?”

You shake your head, dominated by the thrill of fucking like this. Even if the shop is closed, there’s something so filthy about this that has your legs shaking already.

Gator spanks you, “C’mon, brat, y’know how to talk back t’me all the fuckin’ time. Where’s that mouth now?”

“N- no one fills me like you, no one fucks me like y— fuck!”

Gator grabs your ass, roughly spreading your cheeks before spitting onto your tight hole. His thumb circles the tight ring, spreading the slick. Your cunt constricts him, bringing out a shuddered grunt from him. “Gonna fuck ya’ all over the fuckin’ city if it means everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your eyes roll back as his thumb sinks into your hole; the pressure, thought slight, is still enough to make Gator’s cock jump inside you.

“Wish we had that pretty lil’ plug right now… felt so fuckin’ good last time, darlin’.”

Your hands grab at nothing, desperate for something, anything to hold.

“Can’t hold your hand, brat, kinda busy here,” He sharply laughs, one hand still playing with your ass, the other holding you upright. “Fuck… g- gonna let me fuck you back here someday?”

You whimper; this isn’t the first time he’s said this during sex, and each time it drives you insane.

“N- now,” You plead weakly.

“Fuckin’ wish, brat. Gotta work ya’ up to that. M’too big for ya’.”

“Feels good, though…” His finger sinks deeper into you, causing you to cry out. He hasn’t even touched your clit, but your cunt is trembling from the pressure and sting of both holes being filled. “Want you to be my first, daddy.”

“Jesus fucking christ—“  Gator slams into you brutally, losing composure over your confession. “Surprised a brat like you ain’t been fucked there yet.”

Even through the haze of desire, you’re still able to wind him up even more with, “Been savin’ myself for you.”

Gator’s gone. He’s falling apart in seconds, cock twitching and pumping his arousal in you, filling your cunt as he groans loudly. You can’t see the way his eyes roll back, or how his head lolls back as his hips thrust sloppily to the very end.

Winded, he’s still determined to see you through to your own high; he lets go of you with the hand holding you up, snaking around to your clit. It doesn’t take much longer for you to cry out his name, convulsing around him with a death grip. 

You’ve barely come down when he roughly pulls you off the ladder while pulling out of you, shoving you down to the rug, face down, ass up. You whine over the manhandling and loss of him, but the whine turns into a filthy moan as he starts eating you out.

“G- Gator… ohmyfuckinggod—“ You feel your stomach flip, realizing he just came in you moments ago, and now his mouth is on you, eating you like a starved man.

“Fuck… kinda like how we taste together,” He groans into your folds. 

“Feels t- too good, I’m— I’m close,” With how intense and rough Gator’s being, you’re going to have rug burn on your damn face at this rate.

“S’fine, got time t’kill anyway,” He sucks on your clit, making you cry out and shake all over again, back to back orgasms making your body grow weak and limp. He holds your hips up anyway as he continues. “Gonna keep goin’ till the storm ends, darlin’.”

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman smut #tramps like us #part time soulmate full time problem #my fics #Is 4 am a good time to post? No. Do i care? Kinda yeah why am i awake rn jfc

[mykneeshurt]

Date Night

Soap x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, f oral receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of self-harm

A/N - this happened to me 🙃 my ex did this lmfao stupid prick, curb stomping him wouldn’t be enough. I can’t afford therapy right now so here we are. This ain’t my best work but I’m trying to get back into writing to battle this haze I’m in

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The sound of keys clanging in the door snapped you out of daydream. Blinking away the tears that had gathered you slipped the mask back on. The mask that protected your true self, vulnerable and hurt. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, your house mate was finally home from deployment.

‘Hi Johnny!’ You called out from the kitchen. He let out a sigh as he dropped his bags, the wooden floor creaked and strained beneath the weight. ‘God, good to be home’ he called out, the smile evident in his voice. He finally made his way into the living room, it was open planed, he saw your figure at the cooker. Stirring something that smelt good and had your undivided attention. ‘What is that divine smell?’ He asked as he took off his boots.

Taking a deep breath you made sure the mask was secure, ‘lasagne, I know it’s your favourite annnnd there’s a crate of irn bru in the fridge for you. Though I may have stolen some’ you laughed. Coming over to the cooker he dipped a spoon in and slurped up the beefy sauce. ‘You’re a fuckin angel. But I have a date tonight, so no lasagne for me’ he wiggled his eyebrows cheekily. A flash of disappointment flew through you, but instead you plastered on your fakest smile and hugged him instead. ‘Check you out lover boy, I’m still gonna have some, I’ll put yours in the fridge.’

He thanked you again before making his way to the bathroom to shower. You carried on making the food, your mind mulling over the conversation with your ex, if you could call it that. Pottering about in the kitchen you waited for the food to cook, the sound of Johnnys music filled the silence. Some EDM track that was clearly hyping him up for his date. You were happy for him, his last girlfriend was a bit of a bitch in all honesty. It was nice to see him excited for once.

You poked and prodded at your food in-front of you, your appetite suddenly disappearing. Your mind ruminating, spiralling further and further into an abyss of darkness. Tears began to well again, this time you were unable to contain them, they fell and ran down your cheeks. You sobbed quietly into your jumper, hoping the sleeves would muffle the tears. Your chest ached, as a prang of anguish stabbed at your heart. You weren’t even sure why you were sad, you should have been angry. But ultimately you were hurt.

You were so caught up in your mind you hadn’t heard him come down the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you hunched over the kitchen table. Seeing the movement out of the corner of your eye you quickly wiped away your tears. Forcing a smile you wiped your hair out of your face. ‘Johnny! You look so handsome, have a wonderful time’ you sniffed. Walking over to the table he sat next to you, ‘what’s wrong?’ Concern plastered over his face.

‘Nothing’ you shrugged, dropping your gaze away from his. ‘This don’t look like nothing. I’m not going till you tell me.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘You’re clearly not. Tell me.’ You rolled your eyes pushing him slightly ‘I’m fine, you’re gonna be late.’ He sighed as he pulled out his phone. ‘What’re you doing?’ You asked craning your neck to see. ‘Rearranging.’ Eyes widening you begged him to go, ‘please go, I’ll feel so bad if you don’t. You don’t need to worry about me.’

‘Well I do and I’m not going.’ The sound of the text being sent filled the silence as he turned his full attention to you once more. He placed a hand on your back as you fell into his chest, he held you tight as he cradled the back of your head. Playing with the fabric of his shirt you took in a deep breath. ‘My ex text me..’ you began.

‘Get tae fuck? That piece of shit?! Fuck he want now?’ You groaned into his chest, knowing he was going to lose his shit. ‘He sent me a picture of a cut on his leg, with a knife next to him. Told me I made him do it.’

You felt him tense beneath you, ‘fuckin excuse me?! What the fuck?! What’s his number, no way am I standing for that.’ You gripped his wrist, ‘Johnny no. He ain’t worth it, it just caught me off guard which is why I’m upset.’ You could see his chest puff out slightly as the artery in his neck pulsated with fury. ‘I’ll kill him. Swear t’god.’ You chucked at his protectiveness ‘no you won’t, cause he ain’t worth it. You and the boys could always rough him up though.’

‘Don’t know whether we’d know when to stop’ he smirked.

You sat up from his chest and offered a pathetic smile. ‘There she is’ he smiled back his hand still cradling the back of your neck. Your hand rested on his thigh, it was firm and warm to the touch. Your eyes met as you felt your breath get caught in your throat, something shifted in that moment. ‘You can still make the date’ you whispered. His grasp became tighter on your neck as he dropped his gaze to your lips. ‘I don’t think I want to.’

Slowly your faces edged closer together until your noses touched slightly, ‘Johnny, please go on your date.’ It was a pathetic attempt to stop whatever was happening. ‘Do you really want me to?’ His voice was a breathless whisper. Your lips hovered just above his, his breath danced along your own. Sliding your hand further up his thigh you finally said the word you secretly both wanted to hear. ‘No.’

Giving in your lips met, it was slow, tender, gentle. A low groan rippled from his chest as his tongue swept at your bottom lip, as you granted him entry he slid his free hand around your waist. You cupped his face pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Shifting from your chair you climbed onto his lap. He smiled into the kiss, you could taste it on your lips.

Pulling back you bit your lip, heat rising to your cheeks. Averting your gaze you felt the sting of embarrassment tease at your chest. You rested your hands on his broad chest turning your head. Heart thumping, mind racing, the surge of adrenaline coursed through you as he cupped your cheek pulling your gaze back to him. ‘You want this?’

You stomach churned with nerves, once this bridge was crossed there was no going back. Burnt forever.

But you wanted it.

Badly.

You always had.

‘Yes.’ It was barely above a whisper, but you meant it.

He gripped your thighs and lifted you with ease, squeaking into his neck as he hoisted you onto his hips. Walking over to the sofa he sat down with you still in his lap. A giggle fell from your mouth as you repositioned yourself. Splaying his hands over your hips he pressed you down into his crotch. ‘Always loved the sound of your laugh.’ Throwing your head back you exposed your neck to him, long and elegant. ‘Really?’

He pulled you back into him as he whispered against your neck, ‘really.’ Peppering kisses along your skin he nipped at your earlobe ‘wanted y’since I first led eyes on you.’ You moaned as you clawed at the back of his head, raking your nails along his Mohawk. ‘Yeah?’ You asked as you rolled your hips, gripping his hair in between your fingers. He hissed as he licked his bottom lip ‘fuck, yeah. Bad. Fucked my fist thinking of this for so long.’

Feeling your panties become wet you slammed your lips back onto his, this time the kiss was faster, sloppier. You rolled your hips again causing him to nip your bottom lip. He tugged at your jumper, pulling it off in a swift motion revealing your plump breasts. You worked his button until his shirt fell open, revealing his toned chest with a dusting of hair. Scrambling with it you finally managed to pull it off as he undid your bra. Placing kisses along your collar bone he squeezed a nipple in between his fingers eliciting a whimper from you.

Your nimble fingers undid his belt in record time, slapping your ass he moved you off him so you were now laying down on the sofa. You looked beautiful to him, hair tussled, face flushed and glowing as you panted. He pulled off your leggings and discarded them somewhere behind him. He knelt in front of you, lifting your leg over his shoulder he placed kisses along your thigh as he looked up at you. His piercing blue eyes full of desire and lust, pupils blown wide. He teased his tongue along your clothed cunt, already tasting how sweet you were.

Moving your panties to the side he groaned at how wet you were. He swiped his tongue along your slit gathering your arousal on the tip. Hissing through your teeth at the contact you bucked your hips, begging for more. Wrapping his arms around your hips he secured you onto his face as he methodically and lazily licked your clit. Burying your head in the sofa pillows you let your body float away into a cloud of pleasure. He ate your pussy like a man starved, savouring every morsel of your juices.

‘Fuck Johnny’ you panted twisting your fingers in his hair. When he finally removed himself from your dripping cunt he kissed his way back to your mouth. You tasted yourself in the kiss as you ground your hips into his. Pulling away he searched your eyes for any objection, for any doubt but all he saw was want. ‘Say yes’ he whispered ‘please.’ Cupping his face you placed a form kiss on his lips ‘yes, fuck, yes.’

A wide grin spread across his lips as he lined himself up at your entrance. Pushing himself in a shudder ran down his spine, you felt heavenly against him. Your mouth fell open as you adjusted to his stretch, he began to move his hips gently. He watched as your eyes fluttered and your features twisted from the new feeling. Leaning down to your ear he planted in your ear, ‘wanted this for so long, y’feel so good.’ Pulling closer into you, you rested your cheek against his as sounds of ecstasy filled the room.

‘Harder, please, shit’ you mewled. He picked up his pace slamming his hips further into you, his hard cock filled you perfectly. ‘Don’t stop Johnny.’ He stifled a laugh as he tried to regain some composure ‘keep talkin like that I won’t last much longer love.’

‘Fuck, I don’t care, I want you to cum for me. Want you to fill me.’ A shaky whimper fell from his lips at your statement as his eyes rolled. ‘Dirty fuckin mouth you got, doin so well love.’

The unexpected praise coughed you to clench around him, ‘wanna go on top’ you demanded. Pulling out he positioned you on top as you sank down on his hard cock once more. Rolling your hips back and forth have your clit the missing pressure it craved. He gripped your hips as you rode him, skin glistening in the dull light of the living room. Unable to pull his eyes from your face his mouth dropped open as guttural moans built up within his chest. He was close. So were you.

The pressure on your clit proved too much, your orgasm crashing around you out of nowhere. You placed your forehead on his as you inhaled each others moans, digging your nails into his neck as you rode out your climax. He threw his head back as he came, a tease of your name on his lips. You felt his cock pulsate inside you as he drenched your walls with his cum.

Collapsing onto his shoulder he rubbed your back, tracing small circles on your sensitive skin. He cupped your jaw again and pulled you into a passionate embrace. Breaking the kiss you offered him a warm smile, one that could melt even the coldest of hearts. ‘I’m not reducing your rent mind’ you teased, a wicked glint in your eye. ‘Wouldn’t dream of askin hen.’

Tracing your nails over his neck you suddenly looked embarrassed, Johnny worried he’d done something wrong furrows his brows. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Anything’ he replied a little confused. Pursing your lips you built up the courage to ask. ‘You wanna stay in my room tonight?’ His eyes lit up, full of mischievous sparkle.

‘Yeah, I’d like that.’

#call of duty #cod mw22 #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mctavish #soap x reader #call of duty mw2 #john mctavish #john mctavish smut #fan fic smut

[kingkatsuki]

Dial Tones Part Two | Eddie Munson x Reader

☏ Masterlist.

Thank you so much for all the love and kind comments on part one!! I appreciate it more than you know and I hope you enjoy this one!💕

Summary: “I ain’t here for therapy, sweetheart.”

“You do realise this is a premium service?” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, my wallet definitely knows,” Eddie smirked, “I just like the sound of your voice.”

Starting a job as a phone sex operator was supposed to be temporary, you were just trying to earn enough money to move out of your parents home and pay off your loans. The biggest rules were don’t tell your clients any personal information, and definitely don’t fall in love.

But you hadn’t counted on one of your clients being Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, no beta, Eddie calls a sex line, phone sex, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, lots of dirty talk, we almost make Eddie cum in his pants more than once.

Word Count: 5.4k.

Tonight had been a complete disaster. It was barely 9.30pm and you’d already almost lost your temper with two clients, luckily a transfer to Bev narrowly avoided conflict with one of them. You were seconds away from a verbal brawl over the phone when he suggested that you were a whore for doing this as a profession when you’d rejected his pet name for you, and the second client seemed excited that you were in such a “feisty” mood this evening. But you could care less, the only person on your mind was Eddie Munson.

Sighing as you glanced over at the clock on your wall, wondering whether his band had hit the stage yet or if it was still too early. You weren’t sure the kind of music they played, but you’d assumed it was rock. You already knew you wouldn’t be talking to him tonight, but it wouldn’t stop you from daydreaming about being there with him, the client you were supposed to be sexting was currently in the middle of an elaborate fantasy scene as you skimmed through the pages in your copy of cosmo. Thinking about leaning against the bar as Eddie ordered a round of drinks for you both, his arm curling around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. Live music pumping through the speakers of the dingy dive bar as you prepared to watch his set.

But instead, you were stuck here alone, thankful that your client seemed to cum in record time tonight, his elaborate fantasy clearly working. Although part of you wished it had taken a little longer so the call would manage to bulk up your paycheck as you hung up the receiver, taking a sip of water as you moved your attention back to your magazine to try and ignore how lonely you felt. Wondering whether you should just have an early night, seeing no other point in staying up since Eddie wasn’t going to call you, and the phone lines seemed especially quiet during your Tuesday.

‘Ten ways to spice up your sex life, and why you should try them.’

You rolled your eyes at the title of the article as you closed the magazine, tossing it onto your bedside table as you decided to get ready for bed. Tugging your leggings down your thighs to leave you in your panties and an oversized shirt as you padded towards your bathroom to brush your teeth. The loud twang of your phone ringing sounded through your apartment and you ignored it, knowing that it would end up going through to another one of the workers on call tonight, planning to come back into your bedroom to unplug it for the night so it wouldn’t disrupt your sleep. The ringing stopped for a moment before it began again, making you groan in annoyance as you spat your toothpaste out into the sink, washing it away as you padded back towards the telephone. Scrunching your nose in annoyance as you heard it ring for longer than it should’ve, deciding to just pick it up. One final call before bed wouldn't be so bad, you’d earn a little extra rent money and hopefully, you’d have them done in under ten minutes.

“Fuck it,” You mumble beneath your breath.

“Hey, there.” You cooed, “Thanks for calling.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Your heart skipped a beat when you recognised the voice instantly.

Eddie?

“I’m sorry I’m late-”

“Hello to you too, pretty boy.” You smiled, sitting down on your mattress with a smile, “I thought you weren’t calling me tonight. Didn’t you have your show?”

“Yeah, it finished early.” He sounded out of breath on the other side, wondering whether he might have rushed home to talk to you.

The thought had you feeling giddy, unable to hide the grin that covered your face even though you couldn’t guarantee that was actually the reason. He’d probably spent the entire evening carrying heavy musical gear around and performing on stage, of course, he’d be out of breath.

“How did it go?” You asked.

“It was great. Our regular crowd of five drunks turned into at least ten.” Eddie joked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Big crowd, I’ll see you opening for Black Sabbath next.”

“That’s the dream,” He laughed, “One day, I swear to you. One fuckin’ day.”

“I hope so, I’ve always wanted to see Black Sabbath.”

“‘Kay- ouch, sweetheart. I didn’t call for you to hurt me like this.” You couldn’t see him, but you imagined him holding his chest tight as though you’d shot an arrow straight through his heart.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was kidding.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his defeated tone, Eddie always seemed to have your jaw aching from how much you smiled on calls to him. His personality was so infectious that it just bled through the phone and into your soul, “I’m glad it was a good one.”

“Thanks, babe.” He smiled.

Babe. The pet name had your body heating up as you preened from the sound of it coming from him, something so simple and yet it had your entire body feeling ablaze.

“No pretty girls catch your eye at the show then?” You tried to make it sound casual like you weren’t completely bothered by the fact that he might be talking to other girls while you were here.

He was a single guy, in a band, playing a show. There had to be women that were interested in him, or at the very least curious. You knew the type of women that would go to a bar like that just to piss their partners off, and Eddie was the perfect candidate for their affections for the night.

But you hoped the answer was no. The thought of him talking to anyone else the way he spoke to you had a darkness forming in the pit of your stomach as it churned.

“You weren’t there so no,” Eddie swore he could hear the jealousy in your tone as he answered truthfully.

“I said pretty girls,” You laughed.

“Princess, if you think you ain’t pretty you really are delusional.” He replied bluntly.

“How’d you know I’m pretty?” You scoffed.

“Are you questioning me?” Eddie grinned, “I can just tell, ‘kay?”

There's part of you that wants to hear him say it again, the way he makes you feel pretty so effortlessly, despite never seeing you. It’s a fantasy that you want to cling to for as long as possible, the feelings that Eddie had you feeling in such a short space of time were nothing like the ones you’d felt for your high school crush or the men that you’d tried dating after graduation. This felt different.

“Awful sure of yourself, Eddie Munson.” You hum.

“And what if I am?” Eddie laughed, “Are you gonna make me say it again, huh? Cause you know I will.”

“Maybe one more time.” You coaxed him on with a smile.

“I didn’t look at a single person in the bar because all I was thinkin’ about was you. Is that what you wanna hear, sweetheart? Cause it’s fuckin’ true.”

“I’ll take it,” You’re one step away from swinging your legs and squealing like a lovesick teenager, butterflies tickling your ribcage.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinkin’ about you all fuckin’ day.” He groaned, “I ended up leaving the bar early because I just wanted to get home to talk to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” He sighed, “It probably sounds so fuckin’ stupid, but I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You replied truthfully, “I was about to go to bed when you called.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, “I didn’t realise how late it was for you, I can leave you-”

“No!” You almost shouted, “No, please don’t.” You spoke softly this time.

“If you’re sure,” He mumbled, “Don’t want you losing out on sleep because of me.”

“It wouldn’t be losing out.” You smiled, “I’m really glad you called, Eddie.”

“Me too,” He smirked, placing his forearm against the kitchen wall as he leaned against it.

“I was actually thinking of you too, you know. Before you called-” You spoke, twirling the cord of your phone around your fingers.

“Oh, yeah?” His ears perked up at that.

“Yeah,” You hummed, “I was sad you weren’t gonna call me tonight.”

“Bet you say that to all your guys, yeah?”

“Just you,” You mumbled truthfully.

“Careful, sweetheart. Or you’re gonna give me a big head.” Eddie laughed.

“It sounds like you’ve already got one.” You teased back.

“Wow, I’m hurt.” He gasped mockingly.

“Maybe I can make it up to you?” You cooed.

“And how exactly did you wanna do that?” He took in a sharp intake of breath as he lowered his voice, hanging on your every word.

“Well, there’s something that we could do.” You didn’t know why you felt so awkward around him when you could get through a dozen calls a day without even stammering, “The actual reason you should be calling this number.”

“You wanna have phone sex with me, sweetheart?” He sounded prurient on the other end of the line, the tone had you rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

“Don’t you want to- with me?” You whispered, feeling slightly insecure that this wasn’t something he wanted to do, “Isn’t that why you called in the first place?”

“Well, yeah.” He mumbled, “But I didn’t expect to get you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You furrowed your brows indignantly, what was wrong with getting you?

“No, no, no. I didn’t mean it like that, babe.” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he tried to get his words right, shuffling on socked feet in the kitchen as though he was dodging bullets in one of those old western movies as he tried to backtrack, “Jesus, it's the furthest from that. I just meant that I really, really like talking to you.”

“We can still talk too.” You mumbled, “It doesn’t have to change that. Cause I like talking to you too, Eddie.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, the sound of his name coming from you in that sweet tone had his cock throbbing, “But, is it something you want to do?”

No one had ever asked you that. Paying for their own pleasure, not yours.

“Maybe.” You didn’t know why you were so shy when this was something you did regularly now, the job had desensitised you to a lot of things you used to be so modest about, “I’ve actually been thinking about you all evening.”

“Oh, yeah? You were thinking of lil’ old me?” Eddie mused, “And what exactly were you thinking about, sweetheart?”

You took a deep breath before responding, screwing your eyes shut.

“Bending me over in the bathroom at your show,” You spoke bluntly, images of your fantasy flashed through your mind as you pictured his hands clinging onto your hips as he drove into you from behind.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Eddie groaned, “Are you tryin’ to make me cum in my pants? Cause it’s fuckin’ working.”

“You asked what I was thinking about,” You smiled, squeezing your thighs together tighter to give your neglected clit some much-needed stimulation, “I’m just being honest.”

“Okay, pretty girl. Keep being honest for me, yeah?” He grunted, “Were you touching yourself thinking about that?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie groaned, “I’m so fuckin’ hard right now.”

“I wish you were here right now,” You gasped as your cunt throbbed from his words, desperate for attention.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too-” He whined, “I also wish you could’ve come to my show.”

“So you could bend me over in the bathroom?” You smirked playfully.

“Well, that is one of the reasons-” He trailed off, “Are you gonna tell me what I was doing to you in the bathroom when I bent you over, huh?”

“You wrapped your hand around my neck and pulled me back against you-” You continued.

“Yeah, letting you see how pretty you look in your reflection in the mirror?” He teased, “Letting you see how good I’d make you feel?”

“Fuck,” You whimpered, your neglected clit throbbed beneath your panties from his words, shuffling against your sheets as you tried to get comfortable.

“What are you wearin’?” Eddie asked in such a hushed voice that you couldn’t help but laugh, the tone made it seem like he was in the middle of a seedy drug deal instead of talking to you on the phone.

“Are we doing those cliche questions?” You teased, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you pondered whether to lie to him to make yourself appear sexier than you felt, the way you’d lie to any of your other clients during these calls. Elaborate descriptions of gorgeous three-piece lingerie sets, lacy bustiers and the sheerest panties imaginable; nothing like what you were currently wearing.

“Please, sweetheart. Indulge me.” He pressed as you made your choice.

“Just a shirt and a pair of panties.” You replied honestly, fiddling with the hem of the worn, oversized shirt. Your fingers dipped through some of the holes that had appeared over time as you chewed your bottom lip.

“Fuck, no bra?” You grinned at the childish curiosity in his voice. He sounded so inquisitive as he almost whispered the words– Like a naughty schoolboy who was trying not to get caught doing something wrong.

“Nope.”

“Jesus.” You heard a sharp intake of breath from the other end of the phone as he exhaled.

“I was getting ready for bed,” You murmured, “Like I said, I didn’t think I’d be hearing from you tonight.”

“You mean to tell me this isn’t how you were dressed the other times we spoke?” His tone was playful.

“Truthfully? No.” You said with a smile.

“Aw, sweetheart. You’re ruinin’ the sex line illusion.” He joked.

“But this makes you the only person I’ve been on a call with in just a shirt and panties.” You shrugged.

“So what you’re sayin’ is that I’m special? I’ll take that.”

“You are special, Eddie.” You couldn’t deny it, he was.

“Says you, sweetheart.” Eddie laughed, “You must have some sort of extra special powers because I can’t get you off my damn mind.”

Those words were just as true for you, even with the little you knew about him; he was virtually a stranger, he was a stranger. Just another one of your clients if you really thought about it, except it didn’t feel like it. You didn’t have to go through the robotic spiel with him on the phone, you didn’t have to pretend. For the first time since you’d started this job, you were yourself around him, opening yourself up and for the first time, you hadn’t lied. He was the last person you thought about when you went to sleep at night and the first person you thought about when you woke up in the morning.

“Oh yeah?” You hummed, your hands absentmindedly brushed over your breasts as you released a soft sigh, “What do you think about, Eddie?”

“Are you touching yourself right now?” He completely ignored your question as his ears perked up, trying to hear what you were doing from the other side of the phone.

“Maybe,” You teased.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned at the thought, “You won’t make me feel as guilty for touching myself either then, sweetheart.”

“What if I want you to touch yourself, Eddie?” Your words had a sinful groan leaving his lips as you heard him shuffling on the other end of the line. Unbuckling just jeans and tugging them down just enough to free his aching cock. You heard him spit crudely, the sound causing your cunt to squeeze around nothing as you imagined him wrapping a large palm around his cock using his spit as makeshift lube.

“Then who am I to deny such a pretty girl,” He hissed as his hand smoothed along his fat cock, languidly stroking himself.

“Are you gonna answer my question?” You smiled, your fingers pinching your hardening nipples through the worn shirt, “Kinda rude to ignore me, don’t you think?”

“Ah, shit.” He grunted, “Sorry, sweetheart. What was the question?”

“What do you think about when you think about me?” You repeated.

“God,” He groaned, “Absolutely everything. And I’m not even kidding-”

“Everything?” You replied coyly, “So are you stroking your cock while you think about me?” You teased, knowing that he was hit you just wanted to hear him admit it.

“Shit,” He rasped at your candid question, “It’s all for you, sweetheart. It’s all yours.”

You wished you could see, closing your eyes as you began to picture him on the other side of the phone. One of his large fists wrapped around his cock as he rolled his hips into his touch. The subtle sound of metal clanking against each other sounded and you wondered whether he was wearing a bracelet or rings, the thought alone had your clit throbbing beneath your cotton panties as you imagined those same thick fingers stroking through your messy folds. Your own hand travelled down your stomach to the hem of your shirt as you tugged it up, your bedroom felt so hot. Fingertips brushed against the crotch of your panties as you exhaled sharply, feeling how soaked the fabric was from barely anything. Tugging the material to the side so you could run your fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick as you exhaled softly.

“Hey, you still there?” He broke you out of your daydream as you heard him on the other line, “Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“Just playing with my clit,” You hummed, “Wishing it was your hands instead.”

“Fuck, what did I tell you, sweetheart? Don’t say it like that. You’re gonna make me cum already.” He grunted.

“You’re the one who asked.” You replied simply, soft moans sounding through the receiver as you continued to press soft circles against your clit.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think that was gonna be the answer. Jesus Christ.”

“I’m so wet because of you.” You continued, your fingers lazily working your clit with no sense of urgency as you listened to his gruff moans on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You repeated, positioning the receiver between the curve of your neck as you raised your hips off your mattress to tug the fabric down your thighs. Kicking them off to leave them at the bottom of your bed as you spread your legs apart. Sighing when you dragged one of your fingers through the mess Eddie had created, pressing the pad against your puffy clit as you moaned softly.

“You got no idea what you’re doing to me, baby.” He hummed, his hand stilling around his cock as he tried to calm his body down, “Those fingers inside that sloppy little pussy?”

“Not yet, I’m just playing with my clit.” You heard his sharp intake of breath on the other side, “Do you want me to put one inside?”

“Yes,” He moaned, “God, yes.”

You gasped as you slipped a single finger inside your tight heat, feeling your walls fluttering around it as you began to languidly pump it in and out of yourself. Wishing that Eddie was here instead, thinking about how much thicker and longer his fingers would be, how much deeper he’d be able to get inside you. The thought had you moaning obscenely as you heard more expletives from the other side of the phone.

“You have no idea how hot you are, do you?” He groaned, the sound of him fisting his cock sounded again as you tried to match his pace.

“Says you,” You murmured, “I’m so wet because of you.”

“Because of me?” You weren’t sure whether he sounded surprised or turned on by your admission, “Can’t believe you’d ever want me, sweetheart.”

“But I do,” You whimpered, “Want you so bad.”

“Yeah, you do?” He cooed softly, “What do you want me to do, huh?”

If this was a call with any other client they would’ve asked what you were going to do to them, something solely for their own pleasure. And you would’ve come up with a ridiculous line about wanting their big cock inside you, something that would have them finishing while you sat there bored. But Eddie had specifically asked what you wanted, and it gave you the confidence to be honest with him.

“I want you to-” You were shocked at how shy you suddenly felt to say the words.

“You want me to what?” He hummed, “Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

“I want you to eat me out.” You mumbled, cringing at how embarrassing you sounded, but the words had Eddie moaning on the other end of the line.

“You wouldn’t be able to stop me, babe.” He scoffed, “I’d let you suffocate me between those thighs.”

“Eddie,” You whined, adding another finger inside your quivering hole as you stretched yourself out. The heel of your palm pressed against your clit as you began to curl your digits towards the spongy spot inside you.

“I wish I could taste you right now, bet you taste so fuckin’– wait,” You gasped as he went silent for a moment, “I can fuckin’ hear how sloppy your pretty pussy is, fuck-”

Your body began to feel sweltering from the way Eddie’s ears perked up to try and hear how wet you were as your fingers pumped inside your soaked cunt, the sound echoing around your quiet bedroom as you shamelessly rolled your hips against your touch.

“How many fingers are you using?” He asked.

“Two.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” He grunted, his hand speeding up around his fat cock, “I ain’t gonna last much longer, princess. Not with you doing this to me.”

You felt like you hadn’t even done anything, you’d barely spoken on the call compared to how you were with your other clients. Eddie’s voice was enough encouragement for you to find your pleasure. The sultry tone had your walls clenching as the mess of your slick began to pool against your fingers, your eyes still clenched shut as you imagined him between your thighs feasting on your cunt like he’d said before, your thighs squeezing his head as he felt you cum on his tongue.

“Add another, sweet girl. For me?” You whimpered as you clenched your eyes shut, picturing it was his fingers instead as you pushed a third digit inside, keening at the stretch as you continued your steady pace, “That’s it- good girl.”

“Fuck, I wish I was there.” Eddie grunted, “I’d make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

“Eddie,” You gasped as your walls pulsed around your fingers.

“Fuck me, don’t say my name like that, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, “You’re gonna have me cumming in seconds if you’re not fucking careful. I don’t want this to be over yet–”

“Maybe I want you to cum,” You teased, the thought of him cumming on the other side of the phone all because of you had you hot and bothered.

“Not until you cum though, yeah?” Eddie moaned, “You got no idea what you do to me, sweetheart. No fuckin’ idea.”

You could’ve said the same to him, no one had ever made you feel like this before. So wanted, desirable. You were becoming lightheaded from the pleasure pulsing through your veins as you worked yourself towards your release, more pretty sounds spilling from your lips as you shamelessly ground yourself against your palm.

“God, if I was there I’d make you feel so good, sweetheart.” He whined, “Wanna see my cock disappear inside that pretty little pussy.”

His crude words had your thighs squeezing together, trapping your fingers inside your tight cunt as you thought about what he’d said. Imagining his thick length disappearing inside your cunt as he hovered over your body, filling you up as he stretched you out around him.

“Good lord,” Eddie grunted at the sounds you were making for him, “You have no idea how much I want to fuckin’ ruin you.”

You gasped as you began to scissor your fingers inside your tightness, feeling a twinge from the burn from the stretch as you imagined it was Eddie slipping his cock inside you. A feeble attempt at replicating how he would feel, certain that he would’ve already had you cumming thrice if he was here with you. Turning you into a sobbing mess beneath him as he completely destroyed your tight cunt, leaving you stuffed full with his release as he worshipped your body.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He cooed, the faint sound of his hand fisting his cock filled the air as he sped up, trying to meet you at the clifftop of your release, “Wanna hear how pretty you sound when you’re cumming for me.”

“‘m so close, Eddie.” You replied truthfully, feeling the telltale signs of your cunt clenching in the beginnings of your release.

“Yeah, you need my help, baby?” He whispered, “Tell me what you need.”

“Talk to me,” You slurred, you couldn’t think straight. The right words weren’t forming in your mind, the only thing you could focus on was the sound of his voice as you continued fucking yourself with your fingers.

“You like the sound of my voice that much?” He grinned, rolling his palm over the tip of his weeping cock to gather the leaking pre as he smoothed it down his length, “Want me to tell you exactly what I’d be doing to you if I was there.”

“Yes,” You hissed, gritting your teeth as you dangled on the edge of your bliss, just needing something to push you over the edge.

“I’d have my cock buried so deep inside that sweet angel pussy while I fuck you into the shape of my cock,” His voice darkened as he spoke bluntly, the words sending jolts of electricity directly to your clit, “Suckin’ on those pretty tits-”

You gasped, his voice was too overwhelming it had your entire body convulsing as you sped up your fingers. The lewd sound of your sticky slick filled the room as you selfishly sought your release, forgetting that he was the one paying for this call.

“I’m gonna cum-” You could feel it, the coil inside you so dangerously close to snapping.

“Do it,” Eddie groaned, “Wanna hear how pretty you sound when you cum.”

“Oh fuck, Eddie.” You whined as your body finally succumbed to the pleasure, the coil inside you breaking as you collided into your bliss. Your fingers still pressing against the spongy spot inside you as you rolled your hips, your palm pressed against your clit hard as your orgasm surged through you in harsh waves.

“Fuckin’, shit, christ-” Eddie stumbled over his words on the other side of the phone as he found his own release, his hand pumping his cock furiously as he began to come undone.

A loud clatter caused you to jump as his receiver dropped, the long cord unable to save it as it hit his kitchen floor. A grin broke out on your face as you felt your cunt continue to throb around your fingers which were still buried inside you, riding out the final waves of your climax as you heard Eddie continue to curse on the other end of the line as he rushed to pick it back up, not wanting to miss hearing you in your bliss.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m so sorry, I dropped the fuckin’ phone.” He continued to curse as you laughed and told him that it was okay.

“Was it that good?” You chuckled.

“You said my name and I swear to god I saw heaven.” He groaned, “Didn’t think a guy like me would ever catch a glimpse of it and yet here I am.”

“Shut up,” You laughed, laying back against your sheets as your chest continued to heave, still feeling the after-effects of your release.

“Shit, I made such a mess.” He sighed.

“Me too,” You replied honestly, “I might have to shower now.”

“Do not get me hard all over again with that image, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned and you let out a soft laugh, “I’ll give myself friction burn.”

You were howling with laughter now, your cheeks aching from smiling so much as you heard him laugh softly on the other end of the line.

“Honestly though, you know I didn’t call for that, but I’m not mad it happened.”

“So it can happen again?” You asked hopefully, already fantasising about the next time you’d get him on a call.

“Don’t get me started again, sweetheart.” He scoffed, “You’ll be the fuckin’ death of me, woman.”

“So what made you call if it wasn’t to get your dick wet?” You laughed on the other side of the line and Eddie swore he was going to fall into cardiac arrest, his heart pounding as he shook his head with a smile.

“Kinda hard for you to get my dick wet when you’re miles away.”

Shit, your chest heaved. Suddenly reminding you that he probably wasn’t even in the same state as you, and maybe you were in completely different time zones. Trying to push your sad thoughts to the back of your mind, not wanting to ruin the perfect moment for now.

“Think I still did a pretty good job,” You hummed, “You seemed to enjoy the service.”

“Fuck yeah I did, babe.” He laughed, “And what about me? What would you give me out of ten for a client?”

It hurt that he called himself a client, hoping that he’d thought of himself as slightly more. Although you supposed he was still calling you like he was just another voice on the phone, but you didn’t want him to feel like that. He was more than that to you-

“There’s no competition.” You smiled, “So you’d be the only number.”

“Wait–” He paused, “You saying you’ve never cum on the phone with anyone?”

“Not until just then,” you gasped, “I’ve never wanted to until then.”

“Fuck, you shouldn’t say shit like that to me-” It’ll have me falling for you. He wanted to say, but he didn’t, “It’s getting late, I should let you go. I gotta clean this fuckin’ mess up”

“Me too, but I don’t wanna shower.” You groaned, looking at the time when you noticed it was almost midnight.

“Then don’t,” He smirked, “Be filthy.”

“Ew,” You grinned.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” You could hear the hopeful tone of his voice as he asked, your heart fluttering against your ribcage.

“I’d like that.” You smiled.

“Alright, I guess this is goodnight-”

“Wait, Eddie-” You cut him off.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“My name is-”

You’d just broken the biggest rule of being a phone sex operator– never tell a client your name. You weren’t sure what it was that made you want to tell him, but Eddie Munson wasn’t like the other guys you talked to on this line. Everything just felt different with him, and you wanted to feel the way he felt when you said his name. You didn’t want him to keep calling you the ridiculous name you’d concocted for these calls, you wanted to hear your name coming from his lips. You wanted him to think about you, the real you.

“Wait, are you serious?” He sounded excited on the other side of the line, “Is that your real name?”

“Yeah,” You breathed.

“Fuck, there ain’t a single thing about you that ain’t beautiful, huh?” You could hear the elation in his voice as you preened from his praise.

“Well, goodnight-”

Yeah, hearing your name coming from his lips? You could get used to this.

You were falling for a complete stranger, someone you knew barely anything about, you didn’t even know what he looked like– and on top of all that he was a client.

You were so fucked.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Return'

Doug and I have made up for our disagreement regarding Montana. I did not, in fact, go to his St Patrick's Day party (due to the fact I was busy with my daughter's Scout pack being in the parade), but we bonded over the insane weather in our region recently.

He had a lot of strong opinions on this, and it was a little scattered. Kind of like most TV shows, I guess.

CW: Doug Doug's on and continues to have Feelings about Certain Geographic Locations. Enjoy!

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Episode 4: “Redneck Family Bonding”

You know how I know them clone boys is from Florida?

Because the show opens to Little Orphan Blonde sleeping in their busted work van wearing a puka shell necklace while her brother Daddy Warcrimes is shooting fruit on the beach all while their adopted mutant dog chases critters away from the trash can.

Yup. Average day in Florida. 

Of course Daddy Rambo is sitting on the ledge, watching Daddy Warcrimes and mumbling to himself. Do you think he peeps on the neighbors in the other part of Space Daytona? He totally does. Daddy Rambo, you need a girlfriend, make that fruity robot wear a skirt and take it out on a date or something. 

Hell YEAH, my boy Toaster Strudel is BACK! Look at him hugging everyone. Good man. Love him. Why is Daddy Warcrimes still wearing that fisherman sweater, is it St. Patrick’s Day still? Where’s Rex? Oh well. 

And they’re chilling out on Hoops’s porch, chugging the man’s liquor and eating his sushi. I would, too. Oh man, they’re referencing Ryan-from-Accounting. I’m sad now. Where’s Church Lady? Probably realized she was too good for Ryan-from-Accounting, or maybe she found his bitch wife Laura and now they wine buddies. I guess. 

Aw, Mutant Jimmers is friends with the monkeys. God damn, I love Mutant Jimmers. 

No one can hack into the iPad Little Orphan Blondie took from her internship at the Museum of Science and Industry. Little Orphan Blondie’s a kid, make the kid do it! All kids know how iPads work! 

They still kept Daddy Warcrimes’s armor with the Georgia colors and the skulls! And that’s why Daddy Rambo won’t look at him–look at Daddy Rambo’s colors, man’s a Gator fan and the SEC decides everything now don’t it. 

So…they’re going back to Space Wyoming? Oh man, I remember this dump. I hope they threw THAT BLOND JACKASS’S body in a dumpster and let the bears eat it. 

Back to the walk-in refrigerator where Daddy Warcrimes hung out with….oh. Oh. Sassy Park Ranger. Oh. But hey they found an ATM! How else are they gonna buy weed out here? 

You know it’s a redneck family vacation because someone’s gotta get out of the trailer and turn on the circuit breaker cause there’s no power and they gotta watch the Saints play. At least they ain’t hot wiring the HMS Search Warrant to power shit up. Actually, it would be great if they did–that’s some redneck engineering right there and it’s good bonding for those angry boys. 

Oh the daddy fight! Daddy Warcrimes and Daddy Rambo need the therapy and they ain’t gonna get it so they gonna do what rednecks do when they upset and need to talk…go outside the trailer and scream and shove each other while the dog barks at everything. Someone needs to trip on a rusty rake now. I feel like I’m watching my own family on Christmas.

Of course, turning off the power means the critters are coming! Is it gonna be a snow gator? No? Oh man it’s one of them worms from that sand movie that Bobbie Lee keeps talking about! 

Go go Daddy Warcrimes go! Save Daddy Rambo! 

Once again, they rednecks, because nothing solves a problem like shooting a gun repeatedly into the ground. Don’t none of these folks have a taser? Some bear mace? Come on, there’s a Wal Mart on Space Daytona I know there is. 

Mutant Jimmers is helping everyone out! Go Mutant Jimmers go! When does Mutant Jimmers get her own show? 

Toaster Strudel bitching at everyone as he gonna do. I agree Toaster Strudel, I agree. 

Man look at Little Orphan Blondie go and there’s Julio doing all the work while being chased by the snow critter. Why does every animal on earth wanna mate with Julio I swear to God. 

And they turned the power back on and boom no more critter chasing. This is the most redneck show I swear I’m watching a show about my idiot brother in law and his friends in Wyoming. 

Nothing brings the family together like going out to an abandoned trailer, searching for the power, shooting guns, getting chased by critters and a screaming shove-fight outside while the dog chases a big-assed animal away from the garbage. Yup. Space rednecks. They all need NASCAR shirts. 

Well, they got the iPad working again….back to Space Florida! And they all getting along.

Meat Muffin, why did this episode make me so happy?

Tagging Doug's fans because yes: @skellymom @cdblake1565 @megmca @sued134 @eyecandyeoz @amalthiaph @yeehawgeek @eelfuneral @thecoffeelorian @lightwise @archivistofnerddom @askyourfox @heavenseed76 @totallyunidentified

#tbb #cloneforce99 #thebadbatch #the bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #redneck doug #doug watches star wars #clone force 99 #doug why #cajun doug #doug the neighbor #space rednecks

[dragonnarrative-writes]

GhostGaz Week - 2nd chances // road trip

This one is more of a dialogue based character study than anything else, I think. I felt unhinged writing it even though very little happens.

@ghostgazweek

CW: use of cigarettes, littering, discussions of gender and sexuality, past dating experiences, brief reference to simon riley's terrible awful service experiences

Gaz doesn’t hate land transport, but he’d much rather be on a helicopter than in this silent car with Ghost right now. He’s viciously bored. If it was Price, he’d know how to carry a conversation. But fresh off his third milk run with Ghost, he’s floundering. He checks the clock and groans. There’s another hour before they hit the tarmac and head home.

Desperation for something to talk about makes him blurt, “You ever been in love?”

Ghost doesn’t give much indication that he’s heard, eyes never leaving the road, hand relaxed on the top of the steering wheel. Sometimes Gaz wishes he was a photographer. The Ghost in the driver’s seat would make a great campaign poster. He’s bulky with all his gear. Solid. The picture of a man. This is the guy protecting the innocent by risking himself. A skull faced badass.

“Take the wheel,” Ghost says.

Used to the routine by now, Gaz leans over the arm rest to hold the car steady while Ghost pulls pulls a cigarette from a pack and lights it. But where he usually only lifts his balaclava over the bridge of his nose, he reaches up to take the whole thing off. It’s the work of a moment for him to light the cigarette and open the window. Gaz finds himself looking between the empty road and Ghost’s scarred jaw and the shape of his nose.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Gaz says, settling back into his seat. He tries not to stare, but it’s hard. Without the mask, Ghost is still the picture of a man. Just... different.

“Why’d you ask?”

“Huh?”

Ghost tilts his head to make brief eye contact, then looks back at the road. “Why’d you ask if I’ve ever been in love?”

Oh. “Just… curious, I guess,” Gaz flounders. “I feel like we should know each other better by now.”

The silence is near painful as Ghost takes a drag from his cigarette, and then another. Gaz can’t decide what’s worse - if he’s being ignored or if Ghost is actively offended. He’s about to apologize when he gets an answer.

“Been in love a few times. Puppy love 'fore I joined up, told myself I woulda proposed to ‘er if things were different, but probably not. Was all over the place.” He takes another drag, exhales as he talks. “Had a crush on another private in basic, gave it a go when we graduated. Dated in secret for about a year before I broke things off. Hurt a bit but tha’s a part of it all, yeah?”

“Why’d you break up?”

“Didn’t like being his secret,” Ghost says around another puff of smoke. “He didn’t like my daddy issues.”

Gaz feels his eyebrows crawl up beneath is cap. “Didn’t know you liked men.”

That makes Ghost - Simon? - laugh. “Yeah, well, now we know each other better, I guess.”

Gaz's ears burn a bit. Into the silence, he offers, “Me too. I mean… I’m… not strictly heterosexual…?”

“You askin’ me?” the man snorts a laugh. “’ve seen your beauty serums, Gaz. I know you ain’t straight. Best egg in the carton.”

Gaz scrunches his nose, he can't help it. “What does that even mean?”

Ghost grins that grin. The one that makes Price shoot his whiskey. “You ever have dreams where you’re a girl?”

“What?” Gaz blanches. Five years ago, he’d have answered, doesn’t everybody? But he’s learned his lesson since then. “No.”

Ghost’s grin doesn’t falter. “I do.”

“Bullshit,” Gaz says, because what? What even is this conversation?

“Third love of my life made me go to therapy,” Ghost continues, like he didn’t just rock Gaz’s world on its axis. “Learned a lot. Admittedly before the Ghost thing. Broke up because the therapy was working. And then all the Ghost shit happened.”

“Of course.” What else is there to say?

“Flirted with someone a couple times in the last six months, but either I’ve been too subtle or they’re not interested.”

Gaz gropes around for an appropriate response because I've only ever seen you stare silently at people feels a bit rude. “Maybe it’s the mask? You’re hard to read.”

“Maybe so,” is the answer he gets. “What about you? Ever been in love, Garrick?”

The question shouldn’t startle him, but it does. He stumbles over his answer. “I dunno. Maybe. Had crushes when I was kid. Dated in sixth form, but I don’t know if that counts.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I was a kid, yeah? Everything feels intense when you’re young,” Gaz shrugs. “Doesn’t mean it’s love.”

Ghost is quiet for a moment, nodding to himself. Finally he says, “M’ therapist says that just because it’s a kid that feels it don't make the feelings less valid. If anything, feelings are more intense for kids. Puppy love is still love.”

The realization that Ghost is a romantic snaps into place. He sits with that for a beat before saying, “Well, she cheated on me with my mate, so that ended. Took a long time for me to get over that one.”

“That’s shite,” Ghost mumbles. “You datin’ now?”

“Not much time for a civilian relationship,” Gaz admits with a shrug. “And I’m not… out on base. I’m not not, just… I don’t really care to have people in my business.”

“Fair,” Ghost answers. He flicks his cigarette out the window. “Well, if you ever do think about dating on base, keep me in mind.”

Gaz might pull something in his neck, he snaps to look at Ghost so fast. “Huh?”

Ghost just laughs.

#GhostGazWeek #dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #gaz appreciation nation #manic pixie dream ghost #ghostgaz #none of these stories this week have been linked to each other #i just headcannon simon and kyle as queer in so many ways #and simon has the tism rizz that means intentional flirting is very difficult for him #he's been flirting with kyle since they met #except the “flirting” is standing in the same room no talking no eye contact just vibes #“hold the wheel while i grab a smoke” is practically a proposition to him #he took off his mask because in his head they're already in a polycule with price and roach #obviously being in a polycule and “dating” are not the same in his head but they're related #price does not know about this polycule yet but he will #roach was the one who defined the terms queerplatonic and polycule to simon #obviously simon would like for things to be less platonic

[kingsholomon]

TEXTS THE BROTHERS HAVE SENT EACH OTHER

crack headcanons hehehhehhehehe

LUCIFER

“Mammon. Date him if you want, you’re a grown ass man. I don’t give a fuck who and who doesn’t enter your glory hole. Have you seen Asmo? Why do you think I care.”

“Leviathan, you are grown. Are you seriously afraid of your little brother? He’s so incelic compared to you I don’t.. i don’t get it.”

““Levi yer depression room is not a W, nor is it an epic gamer moment, get therapy and clean your room, please.”

MAMMON

“Alert Alert!! Levi quick pretend yer asleep Lucifers comin’ round yer corner!!!!!”

“Listen asmo, i ain’t care bout yer goddamn sex life! shut up!”

“Beel can you describe to be what the hell ya did with ya teammate back there, without using the words ate him out?”

LEVIATHAN

“Lucifer that is one. big. L. no i won’t elaborate, ur not cool enough 4 elaboration.”

“So why is it that my little brother gets the bulging pecs and all the girls?!?! AND GUYS?!!?! Beel, hand it over you have too much!!!!”

“Satan, stop hitting on Solomon! what do u mean ur not? u wanna get in his pantaloons so fucking badly!!!!!”

SATAN

“Belphie do you think Lucifer weats boxers or briefs? Or maybe thongs? or maybe lace panties? just for research purposes tho”

“I think that Asmodeus dating solomon is a recipe for horror and we all have to be prepared for their morbid “fun” stories together.”

“Belphie, just set shit on fire. who’s gonna stop you? me? nope.”

ASMODEUS

“Beeeeeeeelllll~ come on, hook up with your team captain????he’s hot! pleaseeeee~ do it for your big broo~~~”

“Lucifer, I think that you and Diavolo need to have a heavy make out sesh to clear up this stuff in ur friendship hunny”

“Solomon is my hubby. always and 4eva!”

BEELZEBUB

“Belphie, Im not sure why you want to set our house on fire, but if you do please make sure everyone is you know… outside the house.”

“What do you all mean I can’t just consume a whole living ostrich? It’s in the human world, it has wings but can’t fly, it’s practically useless, whats wrong with taking it out?”

“I can be in a silly goofy mood too, you know”

BELPHEGOR

“Lucifer, you were dreaming when you saw that knife in my room. oOoOooOooooOoO~ dreeeaaaaamiiinnnnggggg~“

“so yeah i made a friend today at school today and they carried me out the window and flew me around and then i clawed them in the face :3”

“do demons stop breathing after being stabbed once or r they fine, asking for that friend i clawed in the face btw”

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me headcannons

[artzychic27]

Here's an idea for the Arkham AU

Could we have some notes about Miss Bustier as their teacher? I assume she works at the Asylum.

Caline Bustier is one of the top psychiatrists at L’asile d’Arkham, specializing in children and teenagers. She soon meets fifteen villainous teenagers

While she may seem unassuming, she knows how to dodge a bullet, knife, and acid hurled at her. That’s why she got hired

Mlle. Bustier: Hello, I’m Caline Bustier, and I’m your psychiatrist. *Dodge’s Adrien’s sledgehammer, Rose’s vine, Juleka’s knife, and throws one of Myléne’s fear gas grenades out of the window before it can explode* Now, let’s all go around and share our names, pronouns, and why we’re here.

She has access to very detailed files on each of the young villains, listing things such as their past home lives, psychological history, any emotional trauma, etc. to get a feel on why they’re all the way they are

For some like Marinette, Adrien, and Kim, it’s pretty obvious- chemicals warped their minds or society was just being a little bitch

She’d like to pick Nino’s brain a bit more to find out what went wrong when his mothers created him

After reading up on Sabrina, Nathaniel, Myléne, Kim, and Ivan’s files, she’s wondering if there’s any way to press charges against their respective abusers

She really wants to have a few words with Audrey Bourgeois. She just wants to talk, that’s it.

Alya has high levels of intelligence, but uses it in a destructive and rather disturbing manner when she’s bored

Also, Max clearly has some sort of superiority complex that went undiagnosed for years, leading to his robot uprising at school

When she’s not giving therapy, she’s making sure her kids patients are treated like humans by the guards. That means making sure they aren’t all doped up, getting Kim out of the basement, making sure Alya has access to twelve-sided rubix cubes, letting Juleka and Rose spend time together, helping Ivan with his ptsd, and helping Nathaniel with his anger problems

So, she doesn’t care for this Lionel Bolton character (Brownie points for whoever can guess this reference)

Bruce Wayne himself felt Bolton was right for the job, but it seems he doesn’t know what’s going on behind closed doors

When going to check the security footage, Mlle. Bustier became suspicious when she saw that any footage of Bolton was gone

So, she goes to the villains one by one to get their sides of the story

Adrien: … I got nothin’ to say.

Mlle. Bustier: But, surely, you must have something-

Adrien: Ya got a hearing problem or somethin’?! NO! Nada! Ixnay! Zero! Zilch! Bupkis! Nothing! Okay?!

—

Kim: I told you for the tenth time! He didn’t do anything! You think I can’t take care of myself?!

Mlle. Bustier: … Then, would you care to explain how you got that scratch on your arm, Kim? It doesn’t look much like an accident.

Kim: … Happened before I got arrested. Just some kids from school, alright?

—

Marinette: I ain’t. Saying. Nothing.

Mlle. Bustier: Marinette if you’re afraid of M. Bolton-

Marinette: What’s there to be scared of?! I’m the Harlequin of Hate! The Clown Princess of Crime! I scare people! Not the other way around! Got it?! He’s just some lousy do-good cop you chuckles hired! Nothing else! OKAY?!

—

Mlle. Bustier: Myléne, you’ve been sitting there quietly for ten minutes. Surely, you must have something to say, dear.

Myléne: … No.

Mlle. Bustier: And yet, yours’ was the loudest voice of protest. You must have some misgivings about his methods.

Myléne: I-I was mistaken.

When they aren’t talking, she decides to pull a page out of Batman’s book and do a gambit

Mlle. Bustier: Well, then, based on your testimonies, I suppose I’ll send M. Wayne a letter of recommendation on M. Bolton’s behalf, proposing an extension of M. Bolton’s contract for an additional eighteen months.

Alya: NO! You can’t! You don’t know what he’s doing to us!

Lila: *Slaps a hand over Alya’s mouth* Shut up! Just shut up! Don’t listen to her, she’s delusional! We’re fine!

Adrien: No, it’s all true! If we don’t speak up now, we’ll never get another chance! He threatens us, takes away our privileges even when we’re good!

Max: He says scum like us must be kept in line!That’s why he chains us down in our cells at night and electrifies the door!

Lila: He threatened to send me away to get a lobotomy!

Nathaniel: HE’S AN ANIMAL!

Ivan: A monster!

Juleka: Keep him away from us!

So, yeah. No one messes with her kids patients

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #dc comics #mlb au #dc villains #Arkham asylum #caline bustier #ask me stuff #answered ask

[heavyhitterheaux]

My Superstar

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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jackharlow: LOOK AT WHAT MY BABY GOT ME !!!! y/ninsta come here so I can kiss you 😘

y/ninsta: jackharlow I deserve more than that for what I went through to get this 🙄

urbanwyatt: NO, NO, AND NO. You have to go on in TEN MINUTES

jackharlow: urbanwyatt I'm not understanding your point? y/ninsta come here babyyyy 😏

y/ninsta: jackharlow don't tear my bodysuit this time. Strong ass hands 🙄

jackharlow: y/ninsta my bad but it was in the way 🤭

jackharlow: y/ninsta and besides these strong ass hands can do a lot more 😏

neelamthadhani: SPARE US THE DETAILS

druski2funny: SPILL IT!

lilnasx: druski2funny why is you so damn nosey?

druski2funny: lilnasx we all wanna so so stop playin

y/ninsta: jackharlow you owe me a bodysuit sir

jackharlow: y/ninsta only thing I owe you is this dick 🥰

claybornharlow: WILL YOU TWO CALM DOWN?!

y/ninsta: claybornharlow calm down for what? don’t let me have to spill about your extracurricular activities last night Clayborn

jackharlow: y/ninsta wait, what? claybornharlow what is she talking about?

claybornharlow: y/ninsta keep your mouth shut

jackharlow: look I already can’t handle when y/ninsta and urbanwyatt are together and now I have to worry about claybornharlow too?

y/ninsta: jackharlow she was pretty and I was the ultimate wing woman! 

claybornharlow: Y/N!!!!!

y/ninsta: claybornharlow payback is a bitch little brother. I love you tho 😘

jackharlow: y/ninsta will you come on?!

y/ninsta: jackharlow don’t rush me! so damn impatient

claybornharlow: y/ninsta no you don’t, you chose violence

y/ninsta: claybornharlow do I need to remind you of how many times you have ratted us out?

claybornharlow: y/ninsta LIES

saweetie: nah claybornharlow you do be spilling all the tea. anymore we should know about?

claybornharlow: saweetie I do not but.... I proposed to y/n first and you know we wanted different things in life so her next best option was her least favorite Harlow child

normani: claybornharlow your brother is about to kick your ass when he sees that lmao 😂

claybornharlow: normani he’s just mad because it’s true

saweetie: claybornharlow AYE YO!!

jackharlow: claybornharlow WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? CLAYYYYYY!

theestallion: now claybornharlow knows as well as anybody that he will murder someone when it comes to his wife

claybornharlow: theestallion I’m the little brother so I’m safe

theestallion: claybornharlow ain’t nobody safe from an ass kicking from jackharlow when it comes to y/ninsta

claybornharlow: jackharlow she loves me more than she loves you and I told her not to settle for your ass but I guess she fell in love along the way but her heart will always belong to ME

y/ninsta: claybornharlow why you spilling all our secrets?!?! he wasn’t supposed to find out this way!

claybornharlow: y/ninsta babe, I had to rip the band aid off sometime. it’s better this way.

jackharlow: y/ninsta claybornharlow imma kill both of yall 😡

urbanwyatt: jackharlow wait lemme get my snacks so I can watch

softtcurse: urbanwyatt only snack you need to be having is me

y/ninsta: softtcurse 😐

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt who the fuck is softtcurse?!?!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta umm.....

y/ninsta: URBAN HENRY

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta my girlfriend?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt YOUR WHAT?!? 

jackharlow: urbanwyatt YOU DIDN’T TELL HER?!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt jackharlow HOLD UP. Jackman... baby... love of my life who comes second to Clay... YOU KNEW?

jackharlow: y/ninsta I THOUGHT HE TOLD YOU. I’VE MET HER. And imma kick your ass for that last part

privategarden: 👀👀👀

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I’ll deal with you in a minute now back to my boo claybornharlow

claybornharlow: 🥰🥰🥰🥰

claybornharlow: jackharlow don’t worry I’ll pay for therapy for you

jackharlow: claybornharlow only thing you’re going to be paying is for a hospital bill when I get done with you

y/ninsta: jackharlow add you and Urban since yall keeping secrets

2forwoyne: y/ninsta wait he didn’t tell you?

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne YOU KNEW TOO?! urbanwyatt I’m about to shank you

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I love you?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt SAVE IT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS

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y/ninsta: Been that bitch ain’t no discussion 😘

saweetie: FACE CARD NEVER DECLINES AND MY BEST FRIEND IS THAT BITCH!

y/ninsta: saweetie I love you boop!

jackharlow: my little superstar! hurry up and finish your set so you can get this work 😏

y/ninsta: jackharlow shit say less daddy

urbanwyatt: will you two ever let up?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt go away

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta stop being mad at me!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you lied to me and jackharlow was only forgiven because he ate me out for an hour from the back

dualipa: y/ninsta I want next

jackharlow: dualipa I will kick your ass into the next century if you keep playing with me

dualipa: jackharlow I’m coming to the next show so you better be able to back up all that shit you were talking

jackharlow: dualipa SAY FUCKING LESS!

2forwoyne: y/ninsta Urban didn’t want to tell you because he knows how you are

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne excuse me?!? And how exactly am I?

2forwoyne: y/ninsta I vote your husband should tell you

jackharlow: 2forwoyne now why am I getting dragged back in it when I just got forgiven?

shloob_: this is gonna be good. I’m watching this unfold from the car to make a quick getaway

jackharlow: y/ninsta ummm baby....

y/ninsta: jackharlow yes?

jackharlow: y/ninsta Urban didn’t want to tell you because uh being basically the mom of PG we uh..... ummm you can be a little over protective and your approval is important to him soooo I think he was just waiting for the right time and he didn’t want you to fight her

y/ninsta: jackharlow WHY WOULD I FIGHT HER IF I DON’T EVEN KNOW THE GIRL?!

quiiso: y/ninsta you not knowing her doesn’t mean a damn thing!

y/ninsta:the fact that all yall kept this from me makes me feel some type of way

softtcurse: y/ninsta I told them to tell you

y/ninsta: softtcurse how long has this been a thing?

softtcurse: y/ninsta 2 months 🥰

y/ninsta: PG I AM KILLING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU

jackharlow: y/ninsta except me right?!

y/ninsta: jackharlow especially you because like? you’re his best friend along with me and yall didn’t tell me for two months

jackandy/naremyparents: uh oh urbanwyatt I think you really hurt her feelings 😕

urbanwyatt: 😥

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y/ninsta: my baby soooooo fine, do I spy a chair? 😏

jackharlow: stopppp stink 🙈 

jackharlow: and I stay ready for you my baby 

jackandy/naremyparents: have you and urbanwyatt made up yet?

y/ninsta: jackandy/naremyparents who’s that?

saweetie: y/ninsta bitchhhhh! stop playing!

y/ninsta: saweetie nah because that was some foul shit they all pulled

quiiso: y/ninsta we love you and I have a milkshake as a peace offering

y/ninsta: quiiso what flavor?

quiiso: y/ninsta cookies and cream, your favorite

y/ninsta: quiiso bring me some mcdonald’s fries with that and I might consider forgiving you

jackandy/naremyparents: what did shloob buy you queen?

y/ninsta: jackandy/naremyparents he went shopping with me and helped me carry my bags knowing every single person in PG hates going

2forwoyne: shloob scared as hell of y/n

shloob_: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again YALL ARE FUCKING STUPID IF YOU AREN’T

neelamthadhani: urbanwyatt wait... even I knew before y/ninsta? you brought Yasmin to rehearsals that one day

urbanwyatt: NEELAM! YOU ARE NOT HELPING

softtcurse: y/ninsta I can’t wait to meet you!

y/ninsta: softtcurse you might not have a boyfriend when that time comes because I might kill him

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta!!! come onnnnn and let me explain!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I’m busy for the rest of 2022, check back in 2027 when jackharlow has purchased our cottage. bye now.

urbanwyatt: Y/N!!!!!

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