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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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You’re My Slave Now ||

For a week Oikawa asked you to post nude pictures. As much as you hate what you're in, it may be enough to find yourself defending yourself on the disciplinary board.

"Yes sweetie. Now go to the bathroom and take off your clothes. Take a selfie in underwear first, then an front of mirror. I want to see your sexy body"

"What is that? Are you getting horny every second? Am I obliged to satisfy your sexual hunger?”

You replied angrily

"You know best. The time I take while smoking does not take even a minute that I describe to the teacher”

“You scumbag! I'm tired of taking the same risks every time."

“It is… throw away the pictures. I am waiting"

From his answer it seemed that he didn't care about you at all, that he was just after the photos you were going to post.

You went to the bathroom and the door was locked. You undressed until you were left with only underwear. She was wearing a sexy lingerie set and you took a few shots next to her in the bathroom mirror

It took seconds for the word seen after hitting Oikawa to appear

"Oh! I can't believe it! I'd die for this body. I want to lick her place. I'd been there and I'd fuck you all over baby"

"Pervert! You are nothing but a pervert! Your only thoughts are to fuck me"

Don’t welcome him. You will live, promise to obey my orders. Now obey! Take off your underwear. Take a few more poses like before—this time wide open.”

“Okay damn you! Just shut your mouth"

“Well done for my well-behaved obedient sitting”

You took and sent a few completely nude poses as Oikawa requested

“You have such a beautiful body, y/n-chan. Swipe groups until those hips bruise. Your hips should bend in front of my dick"

“What else, you bastard! ignoring your immoral behavior in the message you wrote "Tell me what to do"

“What's next? Something to get my dick off…hmm let's see. Gotcha! Take a pic of your pussy. I want to see how wet it is"

Oikawa was most obsessed with his body. Seeing the wet state of your cunt constantly

“Oh Oikawa-kun! What do you wanna from my poor cunt?”

“What establishment am I do but to fuck that sweet cunt? My cock might be proper for your cunt.”

“You horny motherfucker!”

“I love you too honey! Lemme have it!”

You hate the wavelength with you, the fact that you don't know how to give up even though you hate him so much.

You sit on the toilet and spread your legs. When you put two fingers down your clitoris, you noticed a wetness on your fingertips.

Apparently, your body needed it, even if you didn't want it. Your pussy wanna being fucked.

You gathered the wetness towards your clit and spread it all over. Now you're the realization of a landscape as Oikawa wanted

You took a picture after making sure the camera would show all the wetness and every line of your pussy. You checked before sending

Your wet pussy was shining. Oikawa would definitely jerk off in front of this picture until morning

As soon as he sent it, he immediately opened his message and replied

“God! You are all drenched! Maybe you don't want it, but your pussy does. It's obviously something your body desires to be fucked y/n-chan"

“Fuck me if it's enough for you to keep your mouth shut and not revealing that I smoke. You always make it clear that you want to fuck me. Fuck me relax too"

“I will do it anyway. Instead of a photo of you smoking, I could expose your nude pictures to anyone at school. Believe me, this would be a more disgraceful situation. You can't find a solution”"

"Dont you dare! You can’t do this!"

“On one condition. If you have sex with me in the locker room after practice next week, all these pictures and conversations will remain a secret between us. Otherwise, I will send all the pictures of the volleyball team to Whatsapp group right now. Then not only me but everyone will want to fuck you like a slut. You won't be able to go out in public! Not to come to school, you will not even be able to walk on the street. Look, what will your family and friends think of you then? You're going to be a completely disgraced vile."

He had a lot of leverage with you, and when you disobeyed him, it was only a matter of time before he revealed them. That's why you were always on edge. You were afraid of making the slightest wrong move towards him.

“You are such a son of a bitch Oikawa! OK damn it. Do whatever you want!"

You wrote with trembling fingers. It was as if all the blood had pooled on his face

“Damn bastard!” you were told

"Nice! We are not done yet”

"What more do you want for God's sake?"

“Make a video of you masturbating. I want to hear your moans. When I play with your clitoris, I should also see how wet it is and how it swells. And then shake those hips in front of the camera.”

"A murrain on you!"

You did everything he said. You masturbated to yourself until you ejaculated. But there was something strange. Why were you fingering yourself imagining Oikawa masturbating to you? The thought turned you on even more and made you squirt when you ejaculated the last time.

You sent the first video. You are prepared for the second. You put on your sexy g-string underwear and racy bra. You set the phone to an angle that could capture your hips more clearly, and you started shaking your hips in front of the camera.

Those hips that Oikawa had fainted were swaying from side to side in such a way as to trigger too much sexual lust.

After you filmed the video of you shaking your hips, you got dressed. You also sent the second video.

“I was just ejaculated y/n-chan.”

"It's not funny"

You sulked while replying

“Now I'm playing the second video you made. How those hips sway…God I want to fuck them. I want to cum all over. Oh, by the way, you say you hate me at every opportunity, but you do what I ask you to do with great enthusiasm"

"Shut up!"

Even though you yelled at him hard, he didn't give a damn about it.

“I can see how eager you are for me in the pictures and videos you posted, and yet you still hate me? Would you do all this for anyone else, baby?"

“I already hate you. Don't think I'm giving in to your threats just because I'm doing what you want!”

"Really? Then you would prefer that I expose all your nude pictures and videos to the whole school?”

“Enough Oikawa! Same old story again and every time! I'm sick of that anymore!"

Even if you were angry, Oikawa never cared. He was enjoying taking advantage of you.

“I'm looking forward to the day I'll give you a good fuck, baby. Get some sleep now. I'm waiting for more hot pictures tomorrow"

“Flake down, you scumbag!” you wrote your last message

You put your phone back on the nightstand and pull the duvet over your head. You cursed Oikawa with every curse you could think of.

You really hated doing this, but for some reason, imagining Oikawa screwing you right now made your panties wet even more.

What you refused, your body wanted like crazy. You didn't know what to do

This situation continued for a week. At school you avoided eye contact with Oikawa as much as possible. You hated the way he looked at you. Wherever you went, the infamous moments you and Oikawa had on the internet would haunt you. You were almost his slave. as well as voluntarily

One day he sat next to her in the dining hall. There were so many empty places, but he deliberately came and sat next to you. You told him to go quietly. But she didn't listen. Unbeknownst to anyone, she touched her bare leg with her hand, then slipped her hand under her skirt. This sudden move made you startle.

“Oikawa! Stop that!” you whispered

You suddenly felt a pressure on your clitoris. You were hurt, and you had a hard time not jumping up and screaming.

"What the hell are you doing!? Get out of here or I'll shout" you said angrily

“You are wet again. Tell me why is this pussy always wet? Do you want me too? I'm drooling over the pictures you send me every day. My semen stock will run out soon”

Oikawa had whispered these nasty words in his ear. You were completely red from your face to your ears

"Zip it! Don't do it here! Someone will see”

“I want to fuck you y/n-chan. I have to see that hot chick inside tonight."

You elbowed his body close to you away from you and got up from there and sat at another table.

People who saw you like that with Oikawa even asked if the two of you were dating. You passed them off by giving satisfactory answers. But Oikawa wasn't sitting still, and everyone at school was starting to suspect that something was going on between you.

For a week, you did camera sex, nude pictures, masturbation during a video call, puss, breast and hip pictures, sexy dances in front of the camera and many more.

In the course of time, being Oikawa's slave had become your pleasure. You were able to suppress the feeling of hatred inside you. Deep down you longed for Oikawa to fuck you hard

You asked him candidly before going to bed that night

“Oikawa-san? How long will this go on like this?”

“Do you really want all this to end? However, we were having a great time.”

“If I have real sex with you, will you delete all the photos and videos I sent you? I'll have sex with you if that's what you want. Just delete the photos"

"True. What I really want is to have sex with you. Fucking you until you scream and cry. If I see you crying from pleasure and pain, if I can ejaculate on your wet pussy that I've always dreamed of, then I'll leave you alone. I will delete those photos and videos in front of your eyes. I will never bother you again.”

“Then we agreed. Let's meet on Monday after practice"

"Ok. Meet me in the shower stalls of the locker room. Let's have sex for the first and last time. I want to enjoy it, even if it's a one-time thing."

"Okay. Good night” You said and went to bed and went to sleep.

You finally get rid of this trouble.

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It will be continue in Part 3

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ryuseibutgayer · 1 year

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𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷,, 𝓣𝓸 𝓖𝓸 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓭

𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵: 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲, 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹. 𝓘 𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓇 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 :D

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲 (̶T̶̶a̶̶k̶̶e̶̶m̶̶i̶̶t̶̶c̶̶h̶̶y̶) 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓴𝓲

● Have you seen his room? 😭

● Guarantee you he sleeps like an elementary school student, lemme explain

● Of course he's got his racing car patterned bed sheets and green pajama set

● He's scared his poor average mother too many times before by running like a waddle demon at 2 AM, headed straight for the bathroom

● So yes, he may not need a Lotta pee breaks but he barely recognizes he needs em when he does and at that point the only answer is 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔲𝔫

● He's worn the same green pajama set since he was in kindergarten, so he knows that if the temperature is off, it's not him, it's the stupid concept of weather

● He isn't disturbed very often in his sleep unless the temperature is off in his room. He knows what the seasons feel like in his room with that same old ass pajama set and if it's off, he's going to be trying to stick his feet out from his puffy bedsheets and twisting his blonde hairs into pretzels

● Basically, the only ways to wake him up are to open a window, turn up the thermostat, slap him, or douse him with water

● He rolls to the other side like very other half hour, but he's pretty chill aside from that

● OK, yes, he has his temperature system all set up, cool for you- but why the fuck are you cold like you're dead, Takemichi💀 He wakes up, he's perfectly fine. He didn't feel cold, he didn't feel hot, he slept normally?? Like what are you speaking of? 🤨

● I just think the thing to focus on is how he tries to cram something like a healthy burrito in before bed. I know it's a weird thought but you know what? If he's going to be chasing after Mikey, Draken, and everyone else all day with no time to stop and eat or take care of himself, he's got to have one thing, cause if he isn't healthy he can't be a hero. :>

● If he shares a bed with anyone, show them this for advice: He's perfectly fine if you avoid his feet and his breath (it's so stank- he doesn't brush it before bed, only in the mornings). He's not a blanket hog (but he isn't generous), and if you hear him move around, 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾

● Be a doll and just shake him awake real quick if he's having nightmares at all, which may be quite a bit common (he's got so much to worry about, duh). Simply shake him awake and you both can go back to bed. Sometimes heroes need a little saving from their own mind :>

● (𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓽 2𝓐𝓜)

𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓻𝓸 (𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓮𝔂) 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓸

● Ugh everyone knows how easy it is for him to go to sleep- it's waking him up that's a safety hazard

● He hits the pillow pretty easily after a healthy 15 minutes, then he's lightly snoozing for the next 8 hours, minimum

● He needs his pillow buddy or he can't koala cuddle 🥹

● " His dreams are so odd, I cannot" 🫷🤓 He will dream of doing can-cans with pastel fish mascots with the rest of Toman in the background doing a jig, then wake up to tell Draken immediately to see if he can conjure up a meaning like a magic man of wisdom as we all know dear Draken is.

● Comercials haunt him. He will wake up yelling like Baji, saying " I DON'T NEED YOUR DAMN LAWYER, BRING BACK THE TAIYAKI TUTORIALS-" " GET OUT OF MY FACE WITH THAT, THE ONLY THING I WANNA DRIVE IS MY BELOVED SWEET CB250T "

● 100%, if touched while shifting around in bed, he'll throw hands with his eyes closed

● I feel like his room leaks a bit, and he's definitely woken up to his feet up to his knees in murky ass runaway tree water after a storm. Please he's only 5'3", he'll drown 😭🙏

● Why does he move in his sleep?

● Why must he frighten me?

● He just moves. It's at a snail pace, but he'll be at the foot of the bed at 8 and if you come back 17 minutes later, he's putting his unconscious Flexibility to the test with his chin on the ground, ribs touching the bed, and feet in the air

● 📸 👀

● How else can a poor soul afford a Taiyaki addiction😢🫴💵

● He will fall and hit his damn head against the wall, slowly reach the cold metal bed frame, and still snoozes

● He normally wakes up at about 6AM if he's on his routine of going to bed by 8PM. He basically goes from death slumber to Feather slumber

● His dreams may also be of those he's lost, and he will force himself to stay asleep and deep into it so he can get more time with them, even at 10, 11, or hell even into the afternoon. This can cause him to be a bit grumpy later in the day, but seeing those he has is definitely gonna make him feel better. However, he'll get super ungodly pissed the whole day if someone wakes him up, so think on the schedule 😀

● Just let him drag his damn blanket and blonde rat's nest around the house until he's got some coffee and a taiyaki, then he'll be all good

𝓚𝓮𝓷 (𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷) 𝓡𝔂𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓳𝓲

● This stiff motherfucker is an NPC

● If you think he's already tall and awkward, walk your ass out after walking in on him asleep

● He'll be laying face down, straight, no limb out of place like a fresh mold out of a box or a beginning artist's front profile, head in the center of the pillow and feet bent

● His room is pretty cold. If you consider where he lives, you'd believe that the other rooms have excellent maintenance as far as heating or air conditioning, and his room as an old storage room would most likely not have the same pleasantries (he doesn't care, he's got tanktops, he's got sweatpants, he's got ✨️ non pussy bitch prowess ✨️ basically a minimalist)

● In the winter though, he'll be so annoyed by the drafts coming in from the elevator and cracks in the seams of the building seals

● During the winter is the only time he doesn't sleep like a lagging NPC

● He'll be spread out as far as possible and making himself comfortable on his back for once

● Once he's comfy, he grunts like a grizzly bear and uses his biceps as pillows for himself lmao

● He doesn't necessarily snore, he just has odd breathing patterns

● Gets up 20 times a night to get water and still falls back asleep like nothing happened, completely fresh. Girl how the fu- slay. 😀🫳✨️

● Okay, I don't know how the 🦆 to explain this but here I go

● One time Mikey just randomly gave Draken a plant to hold in his sleep and then he couldn't get it out of Draken's death hold

● Another time, Mitsuya had been over to study with him for biology, and it was a great opportunity for peace because he had someone trustworthy to babysit Luna and Mana for the night, which was rare. Mitsuya was going to head out, seeing as it was late and Draken fell asleep, but he almost forgot him jacket. He grabbed his book and saw his jacket was..under Draken. So he tries to grab it? No, Draken gets a new temporary Teddy bear to have more hair to pull

● Mitsuya woke up with a few thin patches and eye bags. Never stayed past 10 again 😀

#headcanons #manjiro sano #tokrev manjiro #draken #ken ryuguji #takemichi hanagaki #tokrev takemichi #fandom #tokyo rev headcanons

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mastermindenoshimaalicia · 2 years

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tell me (focus)

part four to all yours

an: ...i thought the previous part was wild...anyway, yall enjoy.

warnings: smut, morning sex, slight alcohol, slight possessiveness (if you squint), usage of a knife, and other mature warnings (lemme know if I missed anything!)

taglist: @happygoluckyalexis @maydayaisha @simpingforwakasa04 @cherrykamado

Morning arrived as the sun's warm orange rays beamed into the room.

You slowly woke up, groaning softly as you sat up. “Mmm…” Kicking off the sheets and climbing out of bed, you then made your way to the kitchen.

“Good morning, my lady.”

You looked over to find the girlfriend, wearing a frilly white apron over her nightclothes as she opened the curtain to let in the sunlight. “Good morning…what time is it?”

“7 am.” Her voice was soothing and sweet like honey, a small smile on her face. “You sleep ok?”

You nodded, walking past her to cut on the TV before taking a seat on the couch. “You have to work today?”

“Yeah, in like two hours. My boss plans on closing the store early because she has something planned for her employees tonight.” She nodded, the sound of her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she hugged you from behind.

“I see.” You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, channel surfing for something good to watch. “Although, I have a question.”

“Ask away.”

“How long have you been up?”

She chuckled. “Does 5 am sound reasonable?”

“The fuck are you doing up at 5 am?” You looked at her before watching her walk from behind the couch and sit next to you, propping her legs up in your lap.

“I do my makeup and cover up any tattoos so my boss doesn't get mad.”

You blinked. “Wait, wait. You have tattoos?”

“Mhm. Two on my hip, one on my back, and one on my stomach. I got them when he and I met…I wanna say, two years ago. I got them covered up when I met his parents.”

“Damn.” You picked up your phone and started scrolling through it. “Can I get your number?” You felt a little bit sheepish for even asking that.

She smiled, shifting from her place on the couch to your lap. “Sure.” She grabbed your phone and quickly put her number in, handing it back to you. “Done. Now since you asked me something…”

You were gently pushed down on the couch, dropping your phone in the process as you looked up at her.

“May I have you for breakfast?” She leaned down, peppering your neck with kisses. “If you're okay with it.”

“I don't see why not.”

Before she could go down on you, there was a knock on the door.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

You got up, breaking out of her embrace, and answered the door to find the boyfriend shirtless. “Good morning.” He panted, sweating excessively.

Your eyes wandered to his toned abs all covered in sweat before making eye contact. “…Hi. How are you?”

“Just got back from my usual morning run.” He smiled. “I see you're just getting up. Hard time sleeping at night?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” You gave him a small smile.

The girlfriend felt like time had slowed down for her. She looked over, watching you and him talk and laugh. Her blood slowly boiled before she got up and regained her composure. “Hey, baby. How was the dinner last night?” She then walked over, planting a kiss on his cheek while sneakily rubbing your ass.

“It went pretty well. Well, if you count two of my coworkers getting drunk and singing off key at karaoke while their wives recorded it. One of us just blacked out and the rest of us did pretty well.” He chuckled. “Well, I'm going to get ready for work. Babe, I'll see you later, ok?”

She smiled. “Ok, Mr. Hardworking.”

He then looked at you. “If you want, maybe we could work out sometimes.” He winked.

“That sounds great.” You giggled before jumping for a moment. “Ah!” You yelped.

“Something wrong?”

“No, no, no! I'm fine!” You shook your head. “A-Anyway, what time are you-”

The girlfriend immediately cut you off. “Babe.” She tilted her head, tapping her foot.

“Alright, alright. See you lovely ladies later.” He threw his hands up before heading back to their shared apartment as you closed and locked the door behind him.

“Well, that was nice of him.” You suddenly felt your back against the door, her hot breath on your neck. “A-Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, now that we're no longer interrupted.” She whispered coldly, her hands wrapping around your waist. “Although, I don't take too kindly to him looking at you for that long, let alone talking.”

You then felt one of her hands run up your chest, gently wrapping around your neck. “He's just being friendly.”

A small chuckle slipped from her lips. “To you, that is.” Malice and lust entangled in her voice, her free hand slipping into your panties. “To me, he's getting a little too close.”

“M-Maybe you should calm down-” You gasped, her fingers rubbing your bud. “H-Ha…” You clutched her shoulders.

“My queen, I am calm.” She breathlessly whispered in your ear, laughing. “If I didn't have to work today, I would be making you scream my name to the heavens.”

“D-Don't say that, ah!” You let out a small moan, feeling two of her fingers slip inside of your warmth. Heat was building up in your core as her free hand toyed with one of your nipples. “Mmph…”

“And why is that, hm?” Her thumb rubbed your clit again, her fingers pumping in and out of you rapidly. “Does the thought of me fucking you late at night into the morning ever come to mind?”

Your hands bawled up into fists, legs trembling from the amount of pleasure she was giving you. Her voice made your mind become hazy. “P-Please….” You pleaded, sticking your tongue out.

“Please what?” She picked up the pace, kissing you with tongue. “If you can beg for me to fuck you, you can beg for me to make you cum.”

Another moan escaped from your mouth. “P-Please….please…” You begged, whimpering as you felt that knot breaking. “Ah…!” You tensed up around her digits, arching your back as you came.

She chuckled, pulling her fingers out of your drenched cunt. “Good girl.” She let go of your breast, moving her other hand out of your panties.

You panted heavily, feeling her pick you up and carry you to your bathroom, setting you down on the granite sink as she ran you a hot bath.

“…I'm sorry.” She sighed. “I really didn't mean to go that far. I swear to never do anything like that ever again.” She cut off the water and looked at you.

You slowly got off the counter, reassuring her. “I forgive you. Just promise me you'll keep your word.”

She took your hand, kissing it. “I promise to you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to work.” She kissed you quickly, walked out of the bathroom, and grabbed her belongings. “Ta ta!”

As you let her out of the apartment, you took a few deep breaths to calm your nerves.

“I really hope she doesn't lie to me….” You locked the door back and muttered under your breath, heading back to your bathroom to take a bath.

It was now three in the afternoon as you finally sat down on the couch, having decided to clean the apartment after everything that occurred the previous night and this morning. Your drink of choice was a glass of red wine that went well with your clothes - white gym shorts that hugged your ass, a light blue t-shirt that had ‘Good Vibes’ written on it, and navy blue stilettos.

As you began taking sips of your wine, a loud ding could be heard from your phone. You cut it on to find a notification.

Sexy GF 😏

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“What…?” Puzzled and confused, you open it to find a picture of the girlfriend wearing a white lacy bra and thong set underneath a linked garter harness bodysuit with matching knee length high heel boots in what appeared to be a huge dressing room. Her hair was up in a ponytail and two tattoos of red roses were on each of her thighs.

“Oh my…” You cut your phone off, throwing it on the other side of the couch as you tried to not go feral. Yet how could she look ethereal and seductive at the same damn time was beyond your reasoning.

Another ding, another notification. You shook your head and dismissed that thought, finishing off the rest of your glass before picking up your phone once more.

Sexy GF 😏

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You open the attachment to find the girlfriend now with her hair in a bun as she was now wearing see-through red lingerie with a matching dress shirt hanging off her shoulders and ankle-strapped stilettos. This time, she had rings on all of her fingers as one hand was on her hips, showcasing the tattoo on her stomach of a black rose in the center.

You closed your phone immediately, setting it down. “God…” You muttered, mind imagining her doing many things to you.

Your phone then went off one last time, pulling your head out of the gutter.

Sexy GF 😏

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When you opened the photo, she had zoomed in on her back facing the mirror to show off a green thorny vine tattoo with red and black roses running straight across her back.

You swipe and looked at the video, eyes glued to the screen. She was wearing a long-sleeved see-through black geometrical mesh body suit over lacey black lingerie and platform heels with rhinestones. She smiled, letting her hair down as she sexily did a split before zooming in on her face.

“You miss me, don't you?” She licked her lips, flashing you a wink.

The video ended as you threw your phone down and took a few laps around your kitchen. If you were in church right now, you'd be on your knees begging for your sins to be forgiven…only to fall back into temptation. All because of her.

Her luxurious voice sent chills down your spine. Her scandalous body drove you mad. Her graceful hands gently caressing your body, no matter what size you were. Her sinful lips eating up every part of you like it was her last meal. She was the devil incarnate and you let her in.

Your phone rang, heart racing as you hesitantly picked it up and answered it. “Hello…?”

“My little kitten, how have you been?”

“H-Hey…” You took a few deep breaths, calming yourself down. “I got your texts…”

She let out a chuckle. “Like what you saw?”

“Y-Yeah, why?”

“I figured I do a little fashion show just for you.” She teased. “Are you doing anything exciting tonight?”

“No, not really. Why?”

“Would you be interested in coming down to my job? I'll be on the third floor in the penthouse suite, waiting.”

“Sure, sure.”

“Good. I'll make sure you get in without a hitch. My boss will take you to me. Bye now~”

You hung up, butterflies gathering in your stomach yet you were hesitant about seeing her again. But she was the one who lured you, so kind and innocent, into her world. A world of lust, seduction, and love like a moth to a burning flame.

You were sitting in the back of a cab, having decided to wear a floor-length velvet burgundy lace-up back dress that had a high enough slit on both sides with matching Mary Janes, sleeve-length gloves, and a clutch purse with a golden chain.

You then looked out the window deep in thought, wondering if you should even be with your neighbor's girlfriend in the first place at all. Granted it's supposed to be a secret between the two of you, you felt ashamed that you had to hide this from him.

Suddenly, the driver tapped on the window, alerting you that you were at your destination. You quickly paid him, slinging your purse on your shoulder, and stepped out of the car, fixing your dress.

“Oh my…” You were stunned at the long line of people wrapping around the corner, taking note of two bouncers in suits either letting people in or rejecting them then and there. Silently taking out your pepper spray, you walked right up to the bouncers which made the partygoers furious. “Excuse me?”

“Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to go to the back of the line.” One of them asked.

“Look, I need to get in.” You pleaded. “I need to see someone here.”

“Lady, you heard the man! Get behind the rest of us!” A man from halfway down the line yelled.

A woman closer to the front spoke up. “Yeah, you can't just break in line! So why don't you go all the way to the back of the line and wait patiently?” She gave you the middle finger, crossing her arms. Long crimson hair, baby blue eyes, and fair skin were all you could see.

You mentally began saying a prayer, asking God to forgive you for what you were going to say and do. “And why don't you return your clothes to the thrift store, cunt?”

The crowd was shocked, some oohing and stifled laughter in the midst as the woman who you called a cunt made her way out of line. Some people from the back of the line walked from around the corner and pulled out their phones to record.

“I don't know who the hell you are. But if I hear something else slip from your loser lips, I'm gonna make sure you regret messing with me.” She growled, her off-the-shoulder thigh-length sequin dress with matching rhinestones slightly blinding you. “Do you understand?”

“Bitch.” You looked her up and down, scoffing. “‘Loser lips'? Is that some kindergarten insult that you just came up with after I called you a cunt? Tragic.”

“Are you mocking me?!”

You repeated what she said, slapping her with the back of your hand. “You got a problem, bitch? If so, square up and catch these hands.”

The woman held her face. “You little-”

“Hey, hey, what the fuck is going on here?!”

Both you and the woman turned to find a 6’ tall woman with milk chocolate skin, black goddess braids flowing down her back, and hazel brown eyes wearing an ankle-length emerald green backless dress that had a plunging V neck and matching ankle boots. You took note of the gold rings that adorned her hands.

“Can you tell this bitch to go to the back of the line?! She literally tried to smooth talk her way in! Plus I've never seen her before!” The woman huffed. “Hell, she mocked me and then slapped me!”

The other woman turned to you. “Is this true?” She looked you up and down.

You nodded, looking away. “I was just trying to get in because I needed to see someone on the third floor.”

“….Ah, she's been expecting you. Come with me.” She then glared at the other woman. “However, I thought I clearly banned you from stepping foot on my premises, Catherine.”

You blinked at the woman you just slapped, confused.

Catherine sighed. “Don't fucking remind me, Meredith! Girls, let's go.” She walked away, her five friends following after her.

Meredith rubbed her temples. “That woman is a pain in my ass.” She then tapped your shoulder, urging you to follow her inside. “Come on.”

“So…that Catherine girl got banned? How?” You asked, following her down a neon green-lit hallway before stopping halfway.

“She had a bachelorette party here. She and her friends were having a good time, especially Catherine herself.” She then punched a button, waiting for the elevator. “Unfortunately, she found out that her future husband called the engagement off about four or so drinks in. She was so inebriated that she ended up punching one of my male dancers in the face and throwing a bottle of wine at the others. Dear God, what a night that was…”

“Sorry if I asked.” You said, watching the elevator open as the two of you walked in. “Is your name actually Meredith?”

She nodded, pressing the third-floor button. “Mhm, owner and boss of this establishment. I take it you're here for my best worker?” The elevator doors shut, beginning your ascension up.

You blinked. “Best worker?” Pulling your phone out of your purse, you show Meredith the photos from earlier. “Is this her?”

Meredith let out a chuckle. “That's her alright. Everyone here calls her Lilith. No one knows her actual name.” She crossed her name. “It's like she flips a switch once we shut down the store and open up the club on the second floor.”

“Oh wow…”

The elevator stopped as its doors opened to reveal a neon-lit hallway upon stepping out.

“Good luck. And don't have too much fun now.” Meredith winked, waving you goodbye as the elevator doors closed once again.

Walking down the hallway bathed in various shades of pink, you felt your anxiety slowly rise. You then take a few breaths, mentally telling yourself to calm down. You then saw a massive door, black etched with gold and silver swirls as you knocked on it.

“Who is it?”

You gulped. “It's me!”

“Come in.”

As you opened the door and walked inside, you froze at how beautifully lavish and spacious this room was. Luscious red tiling that echoed every time you took a step drew you to find a giant red chair facing a stripper pole on a circular stage. Various succulents were hanging from both sides of the floral patterned walls as you noticed a sheer beige curtain over the bathroom doorway. Golden chandeliers hung from the white marbled ceiling as you walked towards the window overlooking the city, marveling at its beauty.

You jumped at the sound of the door closing and locking, turning around to find Lilith wearing a burgundy ring-linked harness over a baby blue lingerie set, lacy white thigh highs that paired well with black platform heels. Her ears were adorned with golden tassels, swaying as she walked over to you.

“Don't you look ravishing tonight?” She smiled. “How was the ride over here?”

You recapped everything that happened, a little embarrassed as Lilith pulled you into her arms. You felt your heart beating inside your chest as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Do you mind if I give you a show?” She pulled away, awaiting your response.

“Yes.”

Lilith then kissed your hand and twirled you around. “I'll make sure that you'll never forget this night.” She then set you in the chair, stepping on stage as the lights dimmed red and some music began to play.

Watching her walk around the pole, placing one hand above the other and swinging around before hooking one leg around, bending the knee, and sticking the other out seems to excite you.

After a few minutes of spinning around, she then hooked the outer leg on the pole and began to climb it, whipping her hair around before slowly leaning back and spreading her legs wide on the pole, shifting her hands to the center.

God, you bit your bottom lip just watching her work the pole like it was child's play. It sent shivers up your spine when she concluded her set by bringing her legs back together, slowly sliding down the pole into a split, and crawled towards you.

“How was that?” Lilith shifted herself into your lap, caressing your lips.

“Listen, listen.” You then ran your hands down her back, feeling on her ass. “Fucking amazing is what you were. You kept my attention for so long.”

She hummed, planting a kiss on your neck. “Is that so?” She climbed off your lap, walked over to the left side of the room, and rolled over a mini cart. “Well, maybe this'll keep you focused on me. Of course, we'll go as long as you want.”

You glanced over to see various sex toys such as vibrators, ball gags, and strapons of every size in addition to various scents of lube. “Oh my.” You felt a little heated looking at the cart.

“Same safe word as last time?” She asked, grabbing a wide-length mirror and placing it in front of you. “Or are we gonna switch things up?”

Standing up, you pulled her into a passionate kiss before breaking it. “Why not both?” You then took off your gloves and dress, revealing the jade green lingerie you had on that hugged your curves.

“Bold, aren't we?” Lilith then pulled you back into a kiss, staring into your eyes. “Tell me, where did this sudden surge of confidence come from?” She rubbed your cheek.

You looked at her, rubbing her legs. “If I said you, how would you respond?”

“I'd be speechless. However, I'd also say you bit off more than you can chew.” The woman then got up, and walked behind you before sitting down where you were and pulling you into her lap.

You then felt your confidence slowly leave your body, your eyes fixated on her hands running up your legs.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” She whispered in your ear, trailing kisses down your back as her hands pulled down your panties. “My, my - all wet just for me?”

You quickly pulled your panties back up, getting off her lap and putting your dress on. “I'm done.”

“Something the matter?” She watched as you grabbed your purse.

“Are you like this with everyone you met?” You didn't look at her. “Marry a guy for his money? Seduce a girl who just moved in?”

Lilith slowly got up as you moved towards the door. “No, I'm not.”

“Liar.”

“I'm serious.” Her blood started boiling, her nails digging deep into her hands. “I'm not like that!”

“Then why'd you break the agreement from this morning?” You scoffed. “Maybe if you were actually being serious, you'd be a good woman to him. He seems like a nice guy. Now I have to tell him how much of a toxic gold-digging whore you are.”

You unlock the door only to feel something pressed up against your neck from behind. Using one of your hands, it felt like a medium-sized knife - maybe bigger.

Lilith chuckled. “I don't think that's your place to even do that.” She pulled your hair back, forcing you to look at her. “Now how about you take back all those words you said? Pretty please?”

You didn't say a word, causing the woman to slowly put pressure on the knife and shed a little bit of blood.

“I don't want to hurt you right here, sweetheart.” She cooed, a smile on her face. “Besides, you're too pretty to get hurt by me and we don't want that, do we?”

You quickly pushed her into the chair before bolting out of the room, covering your neck. It felt like you witnessed her true nature. “Shit…” You quickly pressed the button to the elevator, heavy breaths escaping your lips.

“Come back here, damn it!” Lilith followed behind you. Her eyes burned with rage as she ran towards you, knife in hand. “Come back!”

The elevator opened with a ding as someone stepped out.

“Raven. I gotta close up the club so your guest has to go home.”

“Meredith, don't fucking call me that!” Lilith yelled. “That name is dead to me now!”

“Miss Meredith!” You clung to her. “H-Help me!” You whispered, fear in your voice.

Meredith looked at you. “Is something wrong?”

You tearfully nodded, showing her the cut on your neck. “She did it!”

Lilith froze in place, eyes widening. Time stopped once more for her as you, the one she wanted, hid behind her employer.

“Raven, is this true?” Meredith turned to her, noticing the knife. “Raven…”

“I didn't do it, I swear!” She pleaded.

The woman quickly ushered you into the elevator, slipping a piece of paper into your hands. “Go get that checked out, OK?”

You nodded, closed the elevator door, and took a deep breath. “So her real name is Raven…” Muttering under your breath, you then pulled your phone out and sent her one final text before blocking her number. “Good fucking riddance…”

When the elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened, you immediately stepped out as you made your way outside through partygoers and drunken fools.

“Now to hitch a ride to the ER…” You quickly dialed a number, waiting for your cab to come.

Unbeknownst to you, Lilith was glancing out the window, looking at you with hatred in her body. What was once a beautiful room now looked like something out of a horror movie. Even the windows overlooking the city were shattered - except for one.

“I'll let you go this time.” She looked at the text you sent her, watching you get into a cab and leave.

Precious Darling

You know what? I don't regret anything I said to you tonight. At this point, I don't even want to see you again. Don't knock on my door and don't call or text me. You're fucking sick, you know that? Go back to being in a committed relationship with your boyfriend. I'm better off being single. Fuck you, bitch!

She threw her phone against the floor in anger, Malice in her voice.

“The next time we meet, I'll do everything in my power not to let you go~”

#random writings masterlist #Spotify #alicia's random writings

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ideks-on-mars · 2 years

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hey bbgs it's me back again with a request

period headcanons for trans kings shirabu and yamagata ?? my period just started and i am suffering. hard.

anyways yeah just give me your thoughts

I'VE GOT YOU BABES good thing I just changed my pf theme to red, huh? ✋️💀

ANYWAYS TRANS! SHIRABU AND YAMAGATA + REONSEMISHIRA AND KAWAGATA PERIOD HCS LET'S GO!!!

- Yamagata's are the absolute WORST

- Shirabu's are pretty intense. But Yamagata's? Fully convinced that his period is gonna kill him one day

- BUT WE DON'T COMPARE PAINS HERE BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT PERIODS ARE ALWAYS HELL

- ANYWAYS

- They both wanna DIE it's just a fact

- Yamagata is starring at the clock, WAITING for the 6 hour mark to hit so he can take another painkiller cuz let's be honest, those things wear out at like 5 hours, 30 minutes

- They run out of products? They don't need to worry, not one bit

- Why?

- Because they either, borrow from each other

- Or two, send their respective boyfriends to the store (who have their sizes AND favorite brands MEMORIZED and WRITTEN in their notes. They're top tier men)

- They sit down, eat pizza, and suffer together cuz that's what real friends do ✋️😔

- They watch movies and huddle under blankets

- When everyone else is being irritating, they go to each other. They just really don't feel like dealing with people who don't understand

- They use heating pads for their stomachs and they are SO COMFY

- Just plug them bad boys into the wall and you are SET

- From personal experience 💀

- They're not exactly criers..? Well Yamagata kinda is. But Shirabu? If he's gonna cry it's gonna be silent and privately

- Practice is HELL

- Idk if anyone reading this has been to sports practice while you're on your period but leMME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS SHIT-

- GOD you are DYING

- You're hot, you're sweating, and if you wear a pad it's rubbing up against your sweaty thighs and may rub them raw. Like it is TROUBLESOME

- Wow, natural hate crimes, am I right?

- Now for a little bit of shippy stuff 🤭 nothing like fluffy stuff on shark week, ya know?

- Kawanishi ABSOLUTELY lays his head on Yamagata's stomach during his period. The slight pressure helps, plus his tummy is warm from the heating pad

- Semi and Reon surround Shirabu on his week because it keeps him warm. And idk what it is about being warm on the week, but it's just nice

- Yamagata's mood swings are pretty intense. During the first few times, Kawanishi is TERRIFIED that he'll make one wrong move and Yamagata will get upset ✋️😭

- ReonSemi have mastered the art over some time 💀 that in no way means they're perfect. They (*cough cough* SEMI *cough cough*) still set Shirabu off from time to time. (And it's not fun at ALL)

- Them being trans, I'm not completely sure whether they'd change in the locker room or just in the bathroom normally. But during their week they DEFINITELY change in the bathroom.

- Sets off a lot of body dysmorphia problems. Good thing they have each other to cry about it to 😪🤧

- OK THANK @yoom-ss FOR THIS SCENARIO 💀

- Ok,, but Shirabu stuck in the bathroom, NO PRODUCT

- He asks Yamagata for one but the mf doesn't have any either ✋️😭

- SO WHAT DOES HE DO? 🤔

- It's one of three things

- He 1) Sprints to the closest convenient store 😪

- 2) Throws some money at one of his TEAMMATES and makes THEM run to the store

- Or 3) runs around asking girl students for product ✋️😭

- I JUST WANNA SAY A+ SENIOR

- Shirabu gets his products in the end thanks to local super senior Yamagata 😪

- Before practices (especially practice matches) they usual take a painkiller in advance so that by the time practice comes it would have kicked in

- Shirabu probably reads a lot during his period. He doesn't feel like sitting at his desk he usually studies at, nor does he feel like studying at all. So he likes to just read, watch TV, or play on his phone

- Yamagata just lazes around, stuffing his face and watching whatever. (That's ok, he deserves it. Plus I do the same thing)

- Yamagata's go to "I'm dying" outfit is black sweats and a t-shirt/hoodie

- Shirabu's is some comfy shorts and a t-shirt/sweater/hoodie

- KawaGata usually orders a fuck ton of food and by the end they have a buffet. They eat it happily cuz damn periods suck and Kawanishi wants to see his boyfriend happy

- ReonSemi probably over worry 💀

- "Are you ok?" "Are you comfortable?" "Do you need something? Some painkillers? Some water? Anything?" "You know we'll get you Anything right-" "YES. I AM FINE."

- They're trying their best ✋️💀

- It's ok if they're suffering, because at least they can suffer together by crying on the couch with a bag of chips 😪

#shiratorizawa #stzw #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu kenjirō #yamagata hayato #kawagata #reonsemishira #transgender

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years

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Janis & Casey Pt.1

Janis: [Alright, so my thought is trying to feed this baby and we can’t get turned on right now because Bobby is here and Jimmy is about so we can’t make it happen; Jimmy must be busy out of the house in this exact moment of being like ffs child hence Casey has to be the one to take baby Jac and it’s not a thing of him taking her and being like OH okay]

Casey: [that tracks, like Jimothy could potentially be back at work even if we wanna be mean and give him fuck all time off/say there’s been a little time skip here, but regardless if not I’m sure there’s a million other errands that need running]

Janis: [exactly, either way when you do take this kiddo that’s not a statement ‘cos don’t need that to contend with when you’re already losing your rag, get outside girl, take a moment]

Casey: [he will essentially push you, not hard obvs but to make the point, out the door as he takes this child like off you go, because who understands if not this boy]

Janis: [we’ve very much learnt to get the fuck away from people when we’re angry so we aren’t going to rebuke this like nah, not our style, can send this when we’ve been out long enough it’s not an immediate response]

Janis: she alright

Casey: Throwing up all over me must’ve sorted her out, yeah

Janis: I can make the bottle, if you need to get cleaned up first

Janis: take her with you, like

Casey: Bob’s doing it, you’re alright

Janis: right

Casey: stay put, it’s getting done

Janis: I’m fuck all help anyway, you two may as well get on with it as such

Casey: Bollocks, it’s her not you, awkward since I’ve known her, like

Janis: that’s my half of the DNA anyway, still my fault

Casey: nah, can’t be blaming you for nowt, checked your gag reflex myself

Janis: such a dickhead, you

Casey: it’s dead common how she is, I’ve looked it up, she’ll grow out of it in a bit

Janis: you sure she just don’t hate me already, like

Casey: she’s got enough of my DNA she can’t do

Janis: 🤞

Janis: I hope she does grow out of it, doing my head in

Casey: [send her what you’ve read on reflux like a little nerd that you’ve then self diagnosed baby Jac with casually, to try and put her mind at ease]

Janis: that does sound like her

Casey: says you should hold her up, might be worth doing

Janis: I can’t yet

Casey: you don’t have to do anything yet

Janis: I weren’t gonna do nothing

Janis: but I see how it happens

Casey: Too easy

Janis: it’s all just terrifying

Casey: but what ain’t

Janis: if she don’t eat and keep it down she could die and I’m the one that’s meant to make her, how

Casey: she’s not gonna die, we’ve just gotta change how we’re feeding her, so it don’t do anyone’s head in, including hers

Janis: why don’t I know any of that, why can’t I tell

Casey: Why would you, where would you have got it from

Casey: if any dickhead had done a visit like they’re fucking meant to, maybe they’d have said, but you’ve not got loads of time to be pissing about looking shit up, have you

Janis: I dunno

Janis: thanks for feeding her anyway, try it the new way, lemme know

Casey: I dunno what I’m gonna do while I’m sat here holding her up for half hour after an’ all, bit of a pisstake

Casey: she’s lucky we’re still mates

Janis: bit close for comfort, more like

Janis: sure the telly they have for babies is dead entertaining

Casey: Sure I’d rather have a one handed chat with our kid than face it, and you know what that’s saying for the quality

Janis: you haven’t got any useful advice for his exams? Shocker

Casey: other than the dickheads at the club don’t care what you got on your leaver’s, especially the lasses, not really

Janis: won’t fill half an hour but might be worth knowing

Casey: tah for your advice but I reckon I’ll tell him to piss off instead now that he’s done his job

Janis: not in a position to tell you not to

Janis: long as he finds his own hiding spot

Casey: you’re never out that position, babe

Casey: crack on telling me exactly what to do whenever you like

Janis: I already feel bad you’re in there doing my job, don’t make me miss you on top of it

Casey: I get it, not the time to tell you I started running you a bath when I were in there, forget I even said

Casey: if it overflows I’ll blame someone else

Janis: I don’t deserve one

Janis: or you

Casey: For what, having a kid

Janis: being crap at it, yeah

Janis: birth was the easiest bit

Casey: you’re good at it

Janis: I know I’m whining

Janis: good or bad I have to do it anyway, can’t give her back

Casey: you did right by her there, barely had to push you, took all my fun right out of it

Janis: when you’re done holding her up and have had your own bath so you’re not covered in puke

Janis: maybe then you can push me harder

Casey: Oi, if you don’t fancy me covered in baby sick you don’t deserve nowt like that

Janis: 😏 was thinking of you, actually

Janis: just milk anyway

Casey: think of me then, you’ve got a bath to have

Janis: if she stops being a moody cow, you could bring her in, so I can say soz

Casey: She’s okay now, nhs direct knows what it’s on about

Janis: thank god for you

Casey: ours might be more awkward, can’t just leave you to it

Janis: surely not 👼🏻

Casey: 😏

Janis: not changed your mind then

Casey: a lass having a cry and throwing up on me is a standard thursday night, mate

Janis: don’t necessarily mean you wanna keep one in your gaff but alright

Casey: I didn’t wanna be having to find my dad off his face and in his own piss after a standard thursday for him, but as I never chucked that twat out, be a bit rude not to let her stay

Janis: she’s more to look at than him, true

Janis: and let her off not knowing how to use the loo yet

Janis: soz your shit childhood made you have to be capable but I really do appreciate it, mate

Casey: it don’t bother me, this, the piss and sick and blood and shit

Casey: when she needs advice and that sort of bollocks, she can come to you

Janis: maybe you really should be a nurse then

Casey: they’d probably not fancy me smacking dickheads I’m meant to be patching up

Janis: I think you’d be good at it

Casey: you’re in a grateful mood

Janis: say it like it’s a bad thing

Casey: it makes me wanna do things some people could think are bad

Janis: if anyone reckons anything it’ll be me taking advantage of you, don’t worry

Casey: alright then, I won’t

Janis: don’t worry, do tell me what you wanna do though

Casey: I reckon the mood you’ve been in, you need showing

Janis: yeah?

Casey: don’t you

Casey: there’s too much else going on in your head for me to talk you round, you’ve gotta be snapped out of it

Janis: I do

Janis: I want you to tell me what’s true and I believe it

Casey: you’ll feel it, no room for doubt or none of that

Casey: only me unwinding you from how tightly done you are

Janis: you’re so

Casey: take some deep breaths, you’ll need ‘em

Janis: I need you

Casey: so count to 10 how the school counsellor used to say and then

Janis: be too proud of you right now, not invited

Casey: she’ll be gutted but I’ll live, just about

Janis: you’re owed as near to dead as I can take you without losing you

Casey: go on, let me hear you counting, stop pissing about

Casey: I’ll start you off with the 1

Janis: [start counting, ‘cos even if you feel like a bit of an idiot you’re always too down and into whatever’s coming so we must]

Casey: [Bobby can’t hear you, it’s fine lol, obvs appearing when she gets to 10, holding this bub and most likely topless because we have the baby sick excuse]

Janis: [when you were nervous to see this baby like you actually smacked her or something, but she’s so much more chill you can be relieved just like isn’t Casey smart working that out for you girl]

Casey: [‘she looks loads like you today’ blurting that out because still true even though babies change so much and it’s still the biggest compliment ever and what he’s been thinking about while he’s been looking after this bub clearly]

Janis: [always unashamedly so thrilled because it is, smiling at him so big ‘she says she’s much, much cuter though’ ‘cos can’t be entirely sincere here]

Casey: [looking back and forth between them both and finally holding this bub up so their faces are level and next to each other’s like hmmm ‘I’d say as cute’ because loves you both so much bye]

Janis: [kissing this bub’s lil cheek when it’s next to ours then leaning forward to kiss yours]

Casey: [doing what will forever be known as a hospital style quick kiss on her lips in response]

Janis: [forever doing the most with what is like a second of a kiss because we have to or who are we, then we’re just LOOKING at you and we start at ‘10-’ again]

Casey: [obvs hardcore maintaining the LOOK as he does the ‘9’ cos who is he otherwise]

Janis: [always holding the hand that’s holding this baby ‘8’]

Casey: [always squeezing her hand so hard when she do ‘7’]

Janis: [just leading us all back inside by said hand ‘6’]

Casey: [so gently pushing her purely for the saucy vibe vaguely towards the direction of the bathroom where this bath do be running ‘5’]

Janis: [opening this door and turning ‘round to make eye contact some more ‘4’]

Casey: [again maintaining it intensely for the ‘3’]

Janis: [gently as he pushed us, pulling you into this bathroom and closing the door behind us ‘2’]

Casey: [pushing her harder, but still not hard, so she’s against the side of this bath as he says ‘1’ because right where you need to be]

Janis: [doing the biggest breath out ever like maybe that does work]

Casey: [‘do you want her or-?’ as we’re leaning to turn off the tap whilst still holding this child, not finishing the sentence because it’s clear from the way he’s LOOKING at you the rest of it is do you want me, like I will literally put this child down rn if that’s what you want, soz baby Jac]

Janis: [‘get her chair?’ Like she can stay and chill but the energy of this is I very much need you to be available and free for me, obviously]

Casey: [do go and do that, taking this baby with you to put in and bring back, because the energy is you better be in that bath when he comes back in sis, no pissing about holding this bub and having to wait]

Janis: [obviously do and just hope that Bobby doesn’t accidentally come in whilst this door is unlocked lol, but being like ‘oh it’s you’ as if we’re actually very disappointed for the bants]

Casey: [is gonna splash you and generally mess about like he’s gonna push you under this water when he’s put that child down and locked the door because excuse you rude and also because how flirty all of that actually is]

Janis: [‘really gonna drown me in front of my kid’ like you could’ve left her out of this but going under the water ourselves to see how long we can hold our breath for for real]

Casey: [‘nah, I’m gonna-’ finishing the sentence by pulling her up out of the water to kiss her before she’s remotely had the chance to catch her breath at all because just the kind of boy he is]

Janis: [just LOOKING at you whilst we catch our breath after ‘you don’t think I’m crap enough to kill then?’]

Casey: [‘nobody does’ like not me, not this bub not even Jimothy actually ‘you’re-’ not finishing it other than with a LOOK because you’re actually everything rn gal]

Janis: [‘you’ the most soft we’ve ever sounded ‘cos you stepped in

and stepped up, just kissing your hand like we did before]

Casey: [trailing his hand into the water as softly, which is a bit rude cos it’d look like he’s washing it off like ew a kiss if not for how deliberate the action is and how obvious it’s gonna be that he was doing it to touch you]

Janis: [just running both our hands up your arm like we’re washing you/we’re a mermaid that’s trying to pull you in to drown you, but we just wanna touch you and be near you]

Casey: [‘missed you’ like not just when you were outside calming down but not at all casually every second y’all aren’t together and doing things like this]

Janis: [‘always do’ because same, resting our chin on the side of this bath to just look at you ‘you wanna wash my hair?’ ‘cos we know you do]

Casey: [the man do want his appy slices, that is correct, so just starting to, manoeuvring her however he needs or wants at any given point because obvs gotta be the most hot about it, and very thorough too ofc]

Janis: [the hair kink is real for you and your brother, soz, and we’re just enjoying every second of it ‘it feels so-’ no need to finish ‘cos we know]

Casey: [‘I know’ cos he do so it’s the easiest way to finish that sentence for you as he starts to wash your body for you too, as thoroughly]

Janis: [just mumbling something incoherently about getting it now because we can’t cope with this level of intimacy, so we’re just trying to get you in this bath too like you don’t have something on your bottom half still because washing you too would be a distraction from how intense this feels]

Casey: [is just getting in regardless of the clothes he’s still wearing because that feral at all times, the fucks he does not give even if they were literally jeans lol, while kissing her again so hard]

Janis: [pressing against you and not attempting to remove whatever you’re wearing like this is all I can handle right now ‘how do you know how to give me everything I want’ like a literal question like tell me now, biting your bottom lip]

Casey: [‘it’s what I want too’ like he said at the hospital he goes after what he wants and it is exactly this rn and lowkey always so]

Janis: [‘what about what I need’ because clearly the answer is the same and we know it, getting his hands and making him hold you by the hips, where he did the lovebites]

Casey: [applying SO MUCH pressure to those lovebites in response because simply must]

Janis: [whatever you are wearing, water would make it skin tight so as well as the GASP we can do in response, we’re giving you ALL the attention and using our palms, then our thighs to manipulate your bulge right now]

Casey: [getting your own GASP back for those efforts that’ll just fully turn into a moan]

Janis: [fully taking your move from you right now and putting our hand to your throat ‘cos we wanna feel everything in this by-proxy way right now ‘you’re everything I want’ just so close to your face ‘cos we wanna see every tiny reaction too]

Casey: [the way he’d be dead because it’s his move and what other girl has ever even tried to copy it in all the countless he’s hooked up with, the answer is none, doing the kind of lol you can’t help but do when you’re surprised like okay damn]

Janis: [laughing with you because we can see you are so shook and also that felt really weird on our hand and we enjoyed it ‘say something’ like I need to know how that feels now thanks]

Casey: [‘you’re everything I want’ because have your words back, they’re true]

Janis: [tres amusant ‘it’s well rumbly, I could sit on it if you wouldn’t actually die’ making him take one hand off your hips to grab your throat and doing an impression of how deep his voice is because it’s different to a girl’s like see because we are a nerd]

Casey: [just smiling so big because she’s such a nerd and we love to see it okay ‘I fucking love you’ with such genuine affection and amusement like oh you nerd you’re so great]

Janis: [‘won’t say it back in my man voice in case you have a big gay awakening’ like our impression was so excellent you will not be able to cope because now we’re in a playful af mood ‘not sharing you with the entirety of Dublin’ and kinda roughly but in a good way not a painful one grabbing your crotch like no, mine]

Casey: [hardcore splashing her again because excuse you not a gay and same on the playful vibe, but turning it into a hot thing when she does because grabbing your hair and using it to duck your head under this water so you can then kiss underwater]

Janis: [always ending up so out of breath we love to see it, moving our head down as if we’re trying to get away but actually only so we can lick up your shaft on the outside of your clothes ‘cos just love to torture you and saying the ‘mine’ out loud this time, when we come back up for air]

Casey: [saying ‘don’t’ in the least do not way possible because we all know he can’t cope when she says that and likewise cannot cope with literally anything you’re doing rn gal, fully dying]

Janis: [‘tell me you ain’t’ like go on lie to my face right now but in the same tone ‘you’re fucking mine, Casey’]

Casey: [‘I can’t’ because can’t lie to you but also v much cannot deal with you rn and that’s very apparent in his tone and the way he says ‘fuck’ after with all the feeling]

Janis: [‘I’m gonna make it all better’ like I know that hasn’t always been the best thing but it is now, also finally freeing you from these pants because it would lowkey be getting painful for there to be no room for your erection to go, fully being pinned down by wet tight clothes, so enjoy that relief and further relief as we attempt an underwater blowjob moment for you]

Casey: [once again thank god Bobby is deaf and Jac is a tiny baby because the amount he is enjoying that would as per be actually indecent, another thank god for wherever the hell Jimmy is, truly]

Janis: [thank God you’re gonna die before we do because you are not gonna last any time with how good this feels]

Casey: [don’t need you drowning in the bath as a sexy accident]

Janis: [as per refusing to give ourselves time to breathe/come down ‘cos we HAVE to kiss you and cumswap with you immediately, not taking our mouth off yours aggressively until you swallow]

Casey: [of course you do girl, god forbid either of you has any recovery time ever, oh you two]

Janis: [truly staring at you like we are ravenous because true ‘remember when you made me fuck my own mouth in this bath?’]

Casey: [‘you sent a pic of it’ because she did, I’ve just done my tags so I remember too lol, like even if I had forgotten]

Janis: [smile like oh you do remember ‘then I cried’ like you remember that too]

Casey: [a nod because we are remembering rn and it was everything, casually overwhelmed again just thinking about it nbd]

Janis: [‘being that close to you… I really like it too’ we mean emotionally ‘you’re my best friend again’ like don’t leave me ever again]

Casey: [‘and you’re mine’ because likewise thank you]

Janis: [‘I am yours’ running our hands over your chest absentmindedly ‘yours, yours, yours’]

Casey: [do the same back over her chest and stomach but much more deliberately for obvious reasons, not at all casually obsessed with either of those body parts rn are we haha]

Janis: [making 🥺 noises because it’s mutual we can’t help it ‘you can’t wait ‘til I’m all swollen and huge again’]

Casey: [‘I’ll have to, a bit’ like you did just suck the absolute life out of me, sadly I can’t put a baby in you rn immediately, doing his own 🥺 face as if y’all are gonna have to wait forever when we know damn well you have no chill and could be ready in literal minutes, boy]

Janis: [pulling this pouty lip with our fingers, tracing gently over his teeth ‘til he lets us in and we can massage the tip of his tongue ‘you swallowed it all’ like tut tut how could you and it wasn’t everything to us]

Casey: [‘your fault, dickhead’ but said in the tone that we’re also the opposite of annoyed about it, obvs]

Janis: [‘greedy little slut’ like we’ve just called you princess or something lovely the way we’re smiling at you like try and be annoyed about that, either]

Casey: [getting the soap like we’re gonna wash your mouth out cos just gotta have the sauciest playfight with you even if we flood this entire bathroom in the process, not soz]

Janis: [‘scuse us it’s necessary, as is pinning you at some point in said fight and giving you loads of fast and hard hospital kisses]

Casey: [pinning her at another point ‘someone’s mother, you’ like you literally are, behave yourself, and you’re gonna be because it’ll be when he actually can hook up with you again and therefore is initiating that]

Janis: [the opposite of behaving with how loud we have to react like it’s been forever casually, thanks constant tension ‘I nearly called you it earlier, you know’ ‘cos when she was saying about getting it now she wanted to call him daddy ‘cos being so caring washing her]

Casey: [doing the MOST to try and get her to call him it now because he is that bitch ‘go on’]

Janis: [‘what if I like it?’ 🥺 ‘cos we know damn well we will lol]

Casey: [‘you’ll be crying again’ like soz it means you have issues hun but not that soz]

Janis: [‘you’ll cum again’ holding his head still so he has to LOOK right at you ‘I wouldn’t even have to say it, just look at you and cry and you’d cum like you never have before’]

Casey: [‘and you’d have it all’ like yep I would and think how pregnant you’d be then]

Janis: [‘all of you…’ because overwhelmed is so right now, soz it’d be hotter because we aren’t a crier Archie, like she very much avoids crying as a rule so to actually give in and do it is why it would kill you both]

Casey: [that’s the scalding hot tea, with her it was hot for a different reason, this is the ultimate reason here, soz Archie]

Janis: [she literally does it for the Lolita of it all like she’d post stories and shit, we are that messy bitch, soz it was not special whatever you were saying girl; meanwhile we’re here just being vulnerable on main and letting out so much pent up emotion it’d kill anyone, especially this boy]

Casey: [it seriously is killing him, we can’t overstate how much truly, he really would react like never before, like yeah you were hot to him cos you were a chaotic messy bitch who needs looking after and that’s what he thought he wanted cos of his parents antics etc but this right here is what he actually wants]

Janis: [you WILL need to recover now because you are both in fact deceased, please take all the time until we eventually notice this bath has gone cold because a mood, like to think he is just on top of us pinning us here so nudging him gently like come on ‘finish what you started’ meaning dry us please and adding the ‘daddy’ ‘cos we have to, so bants, not at all testing it out lol]

Casey: [not me sitting here HURTING myself thinking about how much his brother by contrast would hate it if you cried and so you could literally never, stop it brain, thank YOU, gotta focus on the cold bath cliche and that he will just pick you up out of this bath and wrap you up in a towel like you’re a baby, just casually]

Janis: [you’re right but you shouldn’t have said it, BITCH, Imma swing, put ‘em up; just sat next to the actual baby in the room, hope you didn’t get splashed hoe, just checking on her like hey girl, do you need drying too, giving her a little tickle on her baby waddle]

Casey: [like if she’s close to tears, Jimothy also would be and if she’s even slightly crying, so’s he, it’s a closeness and vulnerability in a very different way, and every time I stop and think about how she has literally never interacted with someone else other than him, not just sexually but also intimately in every possible way, I am deceased because some things would be familiar and thus feel similar because brothers so that’d be weird and then others would be wildly different for her so that’d be weird too, things that are fucking me up while this boy just gets dry himself]

Janis: [they’ve literally been each other’s whole world and that’s why this is not okay, nope, bye, we will just let you leave this bathroom before we do, just sitting here with the baby]

Casey: [leave get out in this towel and go put some new clothes on thank you]

Janis: [likewise go to your room once the coast is clear, as if you been giving a damn just seconds ago, and get changed]

Casey: [at least it’s safe to have Jimmy come back now so we can, stop y’all being as extra]

Janis: [clearly was time for another food shop or some other boring task adults have to do like an MOT or whatever, so sorry boy I never meant to do this to you, least Jac has probably been sleeping so she can be like bonjour to see you]

Casey: [it just occurred to me all the fam she has that are gonna wanna see this bub, we need to have them coming round for the absolute awks of it at some point, someone else you’ll have to worry about almost getting caught by]

Janis: [at least we’re a bitch so we’d be like do NOT come ‘round ‘til I say so slags but it’ll be a bloody procession casually lmao, people LOVE a baby, not you only having the one decent grandparent though; but for now we have to tell you about the reflux like btw]

Casey: [also is it a month you have to register a baby, like it’s name and everything, or have I pulled that out of my arse? Cos regardless I think we should really push the deadline of it for this baby actually getting named to be making the point that Jimmy do be depressed and isn’t engaging with you on this and many other topics, so like, you’re not talking about it and thus picking one until eventually she’ll just have to, so the fam are also gonna be like are you ever naming this baby or what?]

Janis: [It’s 42 here and I don’t see why Ireland would be that different so that kind of timeline, as heartbreaking as that is, yes we must]

Casey: [just a mental note, anyway the reflux means that Jimothy can suggest this baby fully going onto bottles and formula because what I read said you should feed a baby less but more frequently and also that you can buy formula that’s thicker or put powder in to thicken it which appaz helps, so then it’s like oh okay, we’re just fully admitting defeat on this are we]

Janis: [when you’re not wrong but it’s like my tits didn’t give her reflux excuse me, taking it so personally on the low like thanks but we’re just going with it because can’t argue like fine]

Casey: [definitely is gonna go straight back out to buy all that stuff like he just didn’t this second get back, we see you not being able to be in your own house and doing nothing for a minute, sir, and we are devastated]

Janis: [if we were in the communal downstairs for this, immediately going back to our room]

Casey: [at least take the baby with you this time please, boy, spend a bit of time with her so you don’t break my heart any more]

Janis: [so upsetting to us all]

Casey: [gonna have him message you though cos he can tell it’s you and that you’re upset by the way you came upstairs]

Casey: What’s happened

Janis: nothing, as per fucking usual these days

Casey: something has done

Janis: he’s just, it’s like he’s not here whenever he is for longer than ten seconds anyway

Casey: you send him back out or did he piss off himself

Janis: he’s getting formula, they have a special sort for reflux, apparently

Casey: she don’t need it, she ain’t losing weight or nowt, and we’ve sorted her position out when she’s feeding off you or the bottle

Janis: can’t hurt to have, be easier I guess

Casey: What a dickhead

Janis: I don’t know what to do

Casey: come here

Janis: I can’t

Casey: come here, baby

Casey: for 1 minute

Janis: he’s so fucking depressed do you know how much worse this is going to make him

Janis: I can’t

Casey: You’re gonna let him drag you down an’ all then, are you

Janis: I can’t let him do this alone

Janis: and I am right now, I’m being so fucking selfish

Casey: I’m not letting you get fucking depressed too ‘cause he can’t get his own shit together

Janis: it’s horrible

Janis: talking to him, like I’m a stranger he has to

Casey: he’s got you and her, everything any other dickhead would be chuffed to bits with, if he can’t sort himself out with all that, it’s bollocks to reckon you can

Janis: I don’t think he wanted this

Janis: to marry me, have kids

Janis: he could’ve said, at any point, I wouldn’t have forced him or left

Casey: you know I want it

Janis: I do

Janis: but she’s his kid and she’s here now, how can I make it right, that he never wanted it and I just steamrolled ahead, clearly

Casey: it don’t have to be like this, we can make it right, us wanting her if he does or not

Janis: I don’t know, everything feels pretty fucked to me

Casey: Don’t say that, I’ll be everything you both need

Janis: it’s not you

Casey: and it ain’t you, she’s gonna know that and it’ll be his fucking problem if he lets it become one when she’s any older

Janis: or I’m the bitch that made him marry me and have a kid then fucked his brother

Janis: I know which one I’d believe

Casey: I were there and I know which I do, he was chuffed to bits to marry you, come on

Casey: I dunno why the kid’s doing his head in so much, except he’s shit scared of fucking it up same as you

Janis: that’s the problem, we don’t know

Janis: I don’t know, ‘cos I’ve been too busy doing this than talking to him

Casey: Then talk to him, you know where he’s gone, piss off there and don’t move out of the way til he says something

Janis: right

Casey: you wouldn’t have left this house if you was him and I wanted a word, go and sort it, you’re not a massive girl like him

Janis: It’s not that pissing easy

Janis: I can’t stop him mid shop and ask why our relationship is failing

Casey: yeah it is, mate

Janis: just stop it

Casey: you, you’re only shitting yourself about what he’ll say, or that he might still say nothing even if you chucked the formula at him

Janis: and you know he’s not confrontational and he wouldn’t say anything so I’m not going to try and force it

Casey: we both know he needs forcing, deny it all you like

Janis: leave it

Casey: I’ll have to, as you’re gonna

Janis: I’m not in the mood

Casey: I’m not having you push me away so he can keep doing it to you, it’s such bollocks

Janis: I’ve told you I can’t just fix this, don’t tell me I can and expect it to happen

Casey: alright, fuck it then, yeah, that’s the mood you’re in

Janis: I’m fucking devastated, that’s the mood I’m in

Casey: I said come here, but you won’t do nowt, not even that

Janis: because I’m just letting you fix me and not doing anything

Janis: you’re not wrong

Casey: You can’t fix him if he ain’t here

Janis: then I go get him, right

Casey: grab him or let him fucking go, those are your only options, like

Janis: I’m not letting him go

Casey: then you’re having a fight, you don’t get to lie down like a little bitch if that’s what you want

Janis: I’m tired

Casey: yeah, no shit, but

Janis: and scared

Casey: I know

Janis: so can you just

Casey: anything, I’ll do anything

Janis: go out, do something fun

Janis: you must be bored

Casey: Fun like what

Casey: what are you asking

Janis: not that

Janis: I mean, if you fucking want to but

Janis: I don’t know what I mean

Casey: you mean get out, I heard you

Casey: you’re not letting him go

Janis: no, don’t twist it

Janis: I didn’t let you go either, if you remember that

Casey: I should piss off for a bit, you’re right, before I do something I don’t want to

Janis: I mean all I want to do is lay down like a little bitch and I don’t want you to see that, that’s it

Casey: I told you, there’s nowt you could do

Casey: I don’t care if you lie down in your own blood, shit and piss

Janis: It’s pathetic and I know it without having to see it in your eyes, I can’t do it

Casey: I’ve picked pathetic people up and I know what the fuck it looks like and what it don’t

Janis: I don’t want a comparison to Ian to ever be that fucking close to mind for you

Casey: it ain’t, nor my mum neither

Casey: you’re the strongest person I know, but that don’t mean you’ve gotta be strong for me all the fucking time for me to reckon it’s true

Janis: come here

Casey: [do obviously]

Janis: [just in the corner on the floor but not crying ‘cos we’re just numb but a mess nonetheless]

Casey: [just picking her up, literally, and holding her, essentially being cradled rn like you’re a little bub]

Janis: [without being aware that we’re even doing it just putting our hand on his chest like we’re feeling your heartbeat because you said you were mad and we’re checking you’re okay just automatically, even if we can’t look at your face right now ‘I didn’t mean that’ ‘cos did not]

Casey: [saying ‘it’s alright’ as automatically even though nothing is because we just badly want it to be and adding ‘it’s okay’ as automatically with all the feeling for the same reason]

Janis: [‘I just wanna be as good as you say I am’ so sincerely because we obviously feel like the worst person in the world rn]

Casey: [‘you are or I’d not say it’ like sis I don’t lie to you ever so it has to be true]

Janis: [doing that laugh that’s really just breathing out through your nose but you’re holding us so you’ll hear it ‘if you were the only person I had to keep happy, we both would be by now’ like life would be perfect but that’s not the reality we’re living in]

Casey: [just saying ‘what a dickhead’ @ jimothy with all the feeling you had when you wrote it down before because honestly so sick of his shit, this boy is]

Janis: [rubbing his back a bit like we’re shushing you but we’re not actually going to though ‘maybe’ with the tone of, we all are in this shitshow honey]

Casey: [holding her tighter because easy as it is to blame his brother he does know that, however deep down it is]

Janis: [‘if any of us actually hated each other, this would be so much easier’ and finally making eye contact ‘cos if that ain’t the truth, none of you do so we’re all fucked lol]

Casey: [holding the eye contact because he was gonna say piss off I do hate him or something to that effect but literally can’t because it’s not remotely true, taking a deep breath like oh ffs ‘you wanna go out?’ lowkey blurted out because she said about doing something fun, like you could just go get pissed at a club or something and it wouldn’t solve anything obvs but it’s also not the worse idea because letting off steam always actually does help]

Janis: [just nodding ‘I know’ because we do, we’ve never thought you hated him or we wouldn’t have been able to like you as much, we’d treat you how we did Ian almost ‘he doesn’t hate you either’ ‘cos obviously, despite all the mess and then this you don’t even know about yet, lordt; when you’re caught off guard so you’re just like wait what and kinda laughing ‘where would we go?’ like it’s madness but honestly, wouldn’t be terrible for you to have a break remotely]

Casey: [casually losing himself in a full little night’s itinerary like first such and such bar then here and then this club etc like it’s all so matter of fact and obvious that of course you would do this and not at all weird because you’ve realistically never been on a night out together ever, but gotta throw ourselves into planning this one so we don’t have to acknowledge all the Jimothy stuff she said]

Janis: [just listening, fully amused ‘yeah, holiday rep would work too’ as we’re constantly just suggesting jobs to him as a little bit of course ‘Sounds hectic but-’ ‘cos obviously seriously considering it as there is sweet fuck all we can do about the Jimmy of it all right now truly ‘d’ya reckon you’ll like it as much if you can’t get off with random bitches?’ like I will not be watching that thanking you]

Casey: [‘you gonna make me ask you again?’ like do you wanna go or not bitch, cos obviously he wants to and knows he’d have the best time, thank you]

Janis: [‘let me call my ma’ which sounds like you want Ali to come so we’re like LOL and trying to find our phone but are still being cradled so we’re like lemme go boy ‘she’d like to come look after the baby’ because ofc we’re giving Jimmy a night off too without even thinking about it]

Casey: [just LOOKING at her cos my mind and thus his went to like you wanna ask if you’re allowed out on a date with a hot boy LOL and putting her down so begrudgingly as a result because all the hot things he’s thinking about now]

Janis: [making a face at him ‘Pervert’ and giving him a little shove, just used to having a milf for a mother but we’re not angry as we were as a teen just like oh you lol ‘you still coming or what?’ like actually I’ll stay here with your mum bye]

Casey: [‘depends if she’s up for-’ a deliberate pause so that her mind goes places haha but then saying ‘letting you stay out as late as I’m gonna be keeping you’ like you’re a teen with a curfew and need her permission]

Janis: [smirking ‘I’ll tell her the sofa is safer than your bed, don’t worry’ then doing our own pause ‘cos lowkey not now honey and we’re like whoops soz everyone ‘she shouldn’t mind staying over’ like we can stay out long as we want]

Casey: [doing his own smirk just thinking about the shit that sofa has seen like she might mind if that’s where she is sleeping and she knew, ‘I’ll tell my mate not to wait up, if he ever brings her back’ like behave for us baby Jac, thank you]

Janis: [doing our own thinking before being like ‘you haven’t fucked me in the kitchen’ in such an accusatory manner like why, girl, as if we have not been reckless enough that that and Bobby’s room are the only rooms you have not, stop it; ‘dirty stop out’ like baby Jac is having her own party and not in big Tescos rn]

Casey: [picking her back up like okay let’s go fuck in the kitchen rn then as if that’s remotely possible, oh you two, literally gonna be carrying her in the direction of and is probably gonna get to the stairs actually or something before you stop him because bants that aren’t really bants since we 1000% would go through with it 5ever]

Janis: [gonna have to free yourself like no, stop it, even if it’s in that ridiculously flirty protest-too-much way, getting back to your doorway ‘I’ve got to get ready, ain’t I’ like cannot go in whatever lowkey sportswear we are in, just nodding our head like come back in as we do open our wardrobe]

Casey: [leaning in this doorway looking hot af for a sec while he looks her up and down so slowly like hmm I think they’d still let you in the club tbh, thank god you’re secure about your body even after just having had a baby, girl, or that’d make you feel awkward and exposed, only tearing his eyes away as she goes back into her room so we can follow, but LOOKING at you so intensely still as you move because always]

Janis: [we know you’d be one of those bitches that it’s like you never even had a baby immediately, the bump would’ve been all baby, soz you are genetically blessed and it makes everyone jealous as hell, it’s the story of your life and we’re not switching it up now; the way you’re looking at us is only ever gonna make us turned on and we know it, even if we’re joking ‘you better hope this don’t give me another breakdown’ as if we’re remotely that gal, at worst your new bigger boobies gonna be popping and no one will complain about that, taking our turn to face back to you and check you out ‘you always looked good when you went to work’ ‘cos true]

Casey: [it’s the tea and another reason it’s so heartbreaking that Jimothy doesn’t wanna sleep with you rn because he could never keep his hands off you either and that’d be so weird, but ANYWAY when she makes her joke about having a breakdown and then says about him looking good just starting to steer her back towards this bed and pushing her down on it like okay I’ll pick something for you and making it known that’s what he means by actually looking through these clothes like hmmm]

Janis: [like when I say we would be heartbroken, like this has never been how y’all are, it would be so hurtful and confusing because we have enough confidence to know we’re not suddenly gross so it’s like what IS it then UGH; just laying on this bed like okay then, let’s see what you can do, because love a challenge]

Casey: [hurtful and confusing is so right and I HATE it, ugh just talk to her, boy, but you can’t cos you’re you, meanwhile I don’t know what the hell this boy is gonna pick but you know he’s rising to the challenge and she’s gonna look incredible, we’re gonna have to say that Jimothy doesn’t see you before you leave or something because if he did I’m sorry but idc how depressed he is, he’d have at least notice how great you look or wtf sir are you dead]

Janis: [we know we’re probably going to let this get messier before we resolve anything but we can’t do that right now, call your mother, get her over, you’d have to act like you weren’t going out together anyway so Ali didn’t just casually say that to Jimothy so Casey can be the one that hangs back]

Casey: [have a casual flirt with Ali nbd, just like hello this is not awkward considering the Archie and Toni of it all]

Janis: [as a bitch who has never given up on anyone, we wouldn’t be shocked you were here but still soz lol]

Casey: [Jimothy is gonna be like what even is happening when he strolls in because did not know she was going out or that Ali would be here and then Casey is like I’m also going out byeeee bitches, are you confused and hurt yet sir, I sure hope the fuck you are, but we know you’re simply not]

Janis: [soz we were trying to do a nice thing ‘cos you’re too depressed to be looking after this baby but hey, we’re just not going into it because sad dot com, will do a few messages whilst we’ve gone and you haven’t though]

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #blurb #one shot #request #harrys styles request #harry styles fic #one direction #smut #fluff

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emonaculate · 3 years

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Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2

`❥ AU: Modern!AU

`❥ Genre: Fluff

`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork

`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time

Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten

You were a foreign student studying abroad

He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you

You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet

Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.

"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"

"I can't find the letters for my cross word."

"....Aha lemme see."

He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.

During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up

Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.

" 'Ren stay still."

"It feels moist."

"Never say that again."

"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."

"Thingy?"

"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."

"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."

"Yeah that shit."

"Don't swear. Kids are watching."

"Man fuck them-"

"Yeager."

"....Ahem... sorry."

He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3

Kept the make up on even after the stream finished

He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity

LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down

"What that's shit on your face?"

"It's an Indian face mask."

"It looks like throw up."

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.

So the only natural solution was to make a bet

You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)

He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through

"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."

"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."

Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5

Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you

But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German

He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.

It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him

He finally comes around and just holds you tightly

No words or anything

His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.

He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao

Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying

He thought his trauma was normal pfft

While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel

"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "

Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities

He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.

Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way

Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried

But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain

Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you

Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams

Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.

And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"

This is one of those times he gets cancelled

Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash

"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."

IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..

You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again

"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."

After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.

"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.

Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.

So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how

Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.

His pattern is always the same

He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.

Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless

"What were we talking about?"

"We were just going to get some food."

You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3

#eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #snk #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #eren yeager x black reader #black reader #eren has anger issues but is still sweet

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fanfic-me-up · 4 years

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Capture This! || Kaminari Denki

Synopsis: You walk in on Denki, your best friend of five years, getting off. Two questions: Why is there a picture of you? And why do you want him to take more?

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader

Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub bingo event! Thank you @shoutogepi and @im-here-for-the-heroes for beta reading. Shout out to @whats-her-quirk this fic was born from me poppin in during your thirst hours lol

“Lotion? Check. Tissues? Check. Pictures?”

Denki swallows.

“Check.”

It’s routine for Denki, really the only ritual he sticks to in his otherwise scatterbrained schedule of kickin’ ass, chilling with friends, and playing Fortnite till ungodly hours of the morning.

But he can’t help it. You’re fucking gorgeous, and Denki has needs - his brain programmed to get off at least three times a day else he can’t function. The first time it happened, he felt a deep sense of shame, twisting his gut, disgusted with himself that he defiled your image. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week until you had enough and demanded to know what was up. It was the first time he lied to you.

But one time became two, and three, and suddenly Denki needed an image of you all the time. The one of you looking all pretty in that stupid summer dress was his favorite. You bought it that one time you dragged him to the mall because you needed a “guy’s opinion.” He rushed to the bathroom because if he didn’t get out fast, he was gonna drag you back into the changing room and rip that dress off himself.

You’re adorable, hot, sexy, and absolutely terrifying, wrapped up in one perfect package.

Oh, and did he forget to mention?

Totally off-limits.

This is why Denki has to resort to hanging out with you, listening to you vent about your boy problems, and how you just want to meet “the one” already. Denki’s heart breaks a little more every time you shove him deeper into the friend zone, all the while pretending like he didn’t just jerk it to you a couple hours before.

He works his hand up and down his shaft, growing harder by the second with each stroke. It doesn’t take much to get him going, not when it’s you. You’re wearing his hoodie, toes buried in the sand, roasting a marshmallow in front of a bonfire. You’re smiling at something Kirishima said, Denki doesn’t remember what, because all he could see was the light in your eyes. A genuine spark lit only when the cameras were off, and you were unaware of anyone watching. Denki loved witnessing these rare moments; wanted to commit it to memory, so he did. When you posted the picture on Instagram, Denki was more than surprised; you had scrunched your nose when he showed you the picture, displeased with how you looked.

This should not be happening. Any normal person would feel ashamed when staring at a picture of their best friend and touching themselves. No one knew about it, and Denki was surprised he was able to keep it a secret for this long considering he’s friends with fucking Mina of all people.

Enough pre-cum bubbles at the tip that he doesn’t even need the lotion. Staring at you on the screen, wearing his hoodie that’s way too big it covers your thighs completely, makes his mind wander to all sorts of ways he wishes he could get you out of that hoodie. He leans back into the chair, spreading his legs with his eyes half-lidded, imagining what your lips might look like wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck yeah...”

Groaning at the image of you on your knees, lips bruised and slicked with spit from fucking your pretty little mouth has Denki tightening his fist, hips fucking into his hand in a continuous rhythm.

He’s on the verge of coming when the door swings open - the first and last person Denki wants to walk in is standing there in front of him.

“Hey, I called, but you didn’t - ah!” You squeak, throwing the box you’re holding. A sea of random knick-knacks and hero merch rains over you. You hear a thump when the yellow polaroid camera you bought for Denki at a thrift shop hits the floor.

“Fuck!” Denki jumps from his chair, an array of pens fall in a heap to the floor.

You whip your head away, heat spikes your body, embarrassed that you saw your best friend in such a compromising position.

Denki mutters a repeated “shit shit shit” to himself for a good minute before he finally addresses you; his voice rising with each word.

“How did you get in here!?”

“Spare key, dumbass!”

“That’s for emergencies only!”

“Are you talking to me with your dick out!?”

Silence.

“No?”

You huff at the uncertainty in his tone. It’s only two o’clock, and you can already feel a migraine coming on.

“Denki, if I turn around and you’re not covered, so help me god I will-”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Pants are zipped.”

You don’t move until you hear the confirming “zip” before slowly opening your eyes (you have no idea why your eyes were closed in the first place), and you turn around to find Denki leaning against the desk. He’s trying his best to appear casual, but the flush on his face and frazzled hair give away what he was doing moments before you walked in. You don’t know where it comes from, but the thought alone stirs something inside you.

The confusing emotion is replaced by hot-blooded anger when you lock eyes on the screen behind him.

“Is that my face!?”

Denki’s smile drops as he turns around. Dammit. Of course, he forgot to close the tab.

“Uhhh…”

He has no words, none, not when you’re standing there with that intense look in your eyes you get when you’re about to rip someone a new one. Your anger could rival Bakugou’s, and Denki has unfortunately been in the middle of one too many screaming matches. He’s surprised his eardrums aren’t blown out by now.

He clicks to exit out, or at least he thinks he does until he comes to the dumb realization that he’s clicking the zoom button instead.

“Ho-hold on, let me just…”

With each click, it zooms a little more into your face until only your nose is in the frame. Denki sheepishly looks up at you.

“Oops?”

Denki’s had a good life. He’s already come farther than most ever dream in their career when becoming a pro-hero, and he’s made some amazing friends most spend years trying to find. The only regret of his is not confessing his true feelings to you, but really what’s one regret? He’s totally a-okay with saying goodbye to this cruel, cruel world if it meant not being subjected to this torture any longer.

“Denki Kaminari.”

Denki gulps. Oh no. You only say his full name when you mean business.

“Explain right this instant or I will walk out this door and tell the whole world how you and grape boy took body shots off cardboard cutouts of each other!”

“Hey! We were really fuckin’ drunk and thought it might score us some pity sex with the ladies!”

“In what world would you licking fuckin’ Mineta equal oh yeah, fuck me, Denki?”

Denki cowers with each step you take, gulping down the lump in his throat when your face is close enough to hold in his hands. He’s never been more simultaneously turned on and terrified in his life. Especially when he just heard the words “fuck me, Denki” escape your lips.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Whatever you do. Don’t. Look. Down.

The last thing he wants is you flinging him out the window because he couldn’t keep his eyes on your face. Don’t get him wrong; he could look at your face forever, even when you look like your one move away from killing him. But… he’s a dude, and there’s boobs in front of him, not to mention your boobs.

“Hello? Earth to Denki?” You wave your hand in his face.

“You may wanna sit down for this.”

“I’m fine where I am, thank you very much.”

He huffs out a breath, annoyed you didn’t take the bait. The suggestion was more for his sanity than yours. With you standing so close, his brain is going haywire; the tantalizing scent of strawberries and cream short-circuiting his brain quicker than when he overuses his quirk. It never fails to make his mouth water, if only he could bend down and bury his nose in the crook of your neck, god, he’d never let you go.

How does he even begin to work through the feelings he has for you when they’ve been bottled up since the moment he knew he was in deep? Where does he start?

The fact he’s been in love with you for the past five years?

Or that he’s been getting off to you for half that time?

Denki’s mind is running a mile a minute, like a computer in overdrive. He can’t make enough sense of his emotions to convert into words. But, instead of waiting to open his mouth, like a normal person, Denki spews out embarrassing word vomit that connects his two thoughts.

“I love getting off to you.”

A pin could drop, and it’d be as loud as a freaking hurricane.

Denki groans in frustration, facepalming his forehead. What the hell did he just say, and can he take it back? How long would it take for him to hack into a database and find someone with a time manipulation quirk? He doesn’t even know how to hack, but he’d wrangle his one brain cell and fucking learn if that’s what it takes.

He’s usually good at reading you. You’re one of the few people he cares enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. The myriad of emotions that pass on your face from shock to confusion to a hint of amusement lets Denki know he can breathe easy. At least you’re not trying to kill him anymore.

“Oh-kay that’s not what I - what I meant to say was - hold on, lemme just, rewind.”

He makes some weird, loopy gesture with his arms. His brain was firing a million synapses at once, each connected to a different thought, some deep like the fear of losing you and some not so deep - like he’s really excited to eat the cheeseburgers Bakugou promised he’d grill tonight.

But he tries his best to reign in the million and one thoughts to focus on you, who’s waiting for an explanation. He takes a deep breath to steady his heart that’s about to beat out of his chest. He only hopes you don’t stomp on it after what he’s about to say.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since our first year at U.A. I wanted to tell you for the longest time, but then you got with Bakugou. Then you broke up, and you needed a friend more than ever, and how could I say no to being ‘your best bro’ when you were crying on my shoulder? It was just never the right time.”

The more he rambled, the more uncomfortable he felt. Out of all the scenarios he imagined of how he’d confess to you, this one was at the bottom of his list to be prepared for. He never expected to be forced into confessing because you caught him masturbating to pictures of you. He rubs the back of his neck and gives an awkward laugh when you stay silent.

“I get it if you wanna, like, shun me forever or something. I deserve it for being such a creep.”

Denki lowers his head to the floor, the clutter of fallen pens and knick-knacks looks way less intimidating than staring into your eyes. A soft hand touches his chin, lifting his face to meet yours.

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay.”

Your voice does wonders for soothing the nerves shaking him up.

“I guess it’s not that creepy when you put it like that, and for some weird reason, you’re like the one person I can catch jacking off to my pictures, and I don’t feel the need to report you as a registered sex offender.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but Denki’s heart drops at the idea of you labeling him as the neighborhood perv.

“Please, don’t do that,” he squeaks before clearing his throat, “But for real, Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s wrong to disrespect you like that, and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Denki has no idea how he’s gonna get off now, but that’s his future self’s problem.

“I can’t help it, you’re gorgeous, and I love ya, and I don’t remember the last time I got laid.”

Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s the truth. You’re the reason he couldn’t even look at another girl, because they weren’t you, and that’s why he had to resort to pulling up pictures of you. Pictures that aren’t normally deemed “sexy” and of you dressed modestly, without much skin showing.

That doesn’t stop Denki from coming in record time with your name rolling off his lips every time.

“How bad do you want me?”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious about what sex with your best friend would be like. You heard he wasn’t a bad lay from a couple girls back at U.A.

You’d also be lying if you didn’t say you were just as horny as said best friend.

It’s difficult finding time to date as a pro-hero. When you do, it doesn’t last very long anyway - the other person growing tired of always coming second to your career. Don’t even get you started on one night stands. They’re practically impossible to uphold as once the media gets wind of it, you’re slapped on the cover of “Hero Times Magazine,” and everyone and their mother is calling for you to “spill the tea.” This is why pro-heroes either end up with other pro-heroes or end up alone.

Denki’s eyebrows shoot straight to his hairline. If someone were to tell him you were attracted to him in any sense of the word, his heart would double-time it, but he’d ultimately brush it off. He knew your type, and he could not be farther from it. The aggressive, beefy, gym rat who could match you move for move in a heated spar of harsh words and hot-blooded passion. You dated Bakugou for fuck’s sake! There was no hope for Denki after that.

But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take what he can get. The words pour out of him like the dam’s been broken and the unforgiving flood rushes.

“I want you so bad, Y/N, fuck, I’ve waited so long, so fucking long, you don’t know how crazy you make me.”

Your breath catches. His words have an unexpected effect on you, but your heart drums in anticipation. If you listen close enough, you can hear Denki’s beating at the same rate, waiting for what you’re going to say next. Power surges through you. In your past relationships, sex was always seen as this competition. Your exes never wanted to relinquish their pride or control, but Denki is nothing like your exes. He’s laid-back, always cracking jokes, and never dwelling too much on the past, always moving forward to the next moment. He’s perfectly fine with letting you take the reins most of the time. You determine what will happen next.

“You love getting off to me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers in earnest.

“You’re the only one I get off to.”

You slide your dress off, and it falls to the floor.

“Show me.”

Denki’s eyes travel over your body, his mouth slightly open in disbelief at your undressed state. He wants to capture this moment in case this is as much as he gets, even if he can never use this mental picture because he promised you he wouldn’t. His fingers itch to brush along the lace trim of your bra, to graze along your nipple, and watch your reaction. Are you sensitive enough where you’d full on moan, or would he have to strain to catch the small hitch of breath? Denki was never top of his class. He preferred to wing it and hope for the best, but for you, he’d take his time to study every inch and crevice of your body until he could read you cover to cover with his eyes closed. His gaze travels down to the matching lace panties you wear, a cute little bow in the front waiting to be untied with his teeth.

Did you plan to get fucked today? Or do you usually wear matching sets on the regular?

Your skin looks so soft and supple, he’s aching to dig his fingers, but before he can, you step away. Denki cocks his head. Have you changed your mind? But any doubt leaves Denki when you make your way across the room to sit down on the edge of the bed.

You start with feather-light touches dancing along your collarbone. Your eyes are locked on Denki, getting high on the way he drinks in your every move. Your touches are teasing, especially when your finger dips down to your cleavage. Still, instead of giving Denki what he wants, you change course, making your way back to your shoulders. Denki exhales a breath at your teasing, but says nothing, too afraid he’ll ruin the mood if he says something stupid.

When you make your way down again, you don’t disappoint; you pinch your nipple through your bra, and the way Denki swipes his tongue over his lip has heat rushing to your core. You slide your hand down your stomach, stopping when you reach your clothed slit. Denki stares, hungry and buzzing in anticipation for what you’ll do next. Smirking in victory, you spread your legs open and pull your panties to the side, giving him the view to capture the perfect picture of your dripping pussy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You taunt breathlessly, tracing your folds with your fingers.

Oh shit. Were you for real? Please, tell him you were for real because he legit might cry if this was some elaborate prank. Where are the fucking cameras?

“You don’t want to?” You bite your lip, insecurity seeping through the confident smile you wore just a moment ago.

“No! I mean - yes! Yes, I do, holy shit, let me find - where the fuck is…” Denki whips around, trying to find his phone. Fuck! Out of all the times to misplace it, it has to be now. But then he spots the yellow polaroid camera sitting on the floor, and before he can think, he’s picking it up and praying it has film. He kneels, so he’s eye level with your pussy, but also making sure the angle gets your whole body in the frame. The light streaming in gives you an ethereal look, your skin glowing, and adding to the cute flush on your cheeks. The camera clicks, and a second later, the picture slides out. You giggle at Denki’s impatience. He’s waving the picture frantically in the air, so the color comes through faster. He completely stills when he can finally take a good look at the beauty he’s captured.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look…”

Denki can’t control the groan that escapes. He looks back up at you, eyes darkened with lust before he’s ripping his shorts off so fast, his foot gets caught, and he almost trips in the process. Once he’s out of them, he plops back down in the chair across the room. You’re surprised when all you feel is pure, unadulterated lust. You expected to be at least a little bit weirded out staring at your best friend’s cock, but all you want is to put it in your mouth and explore all the different ways you can make him come. The tip is oozing pre-cum already, and the way he works his hand with a sense of urgency suggests he’s been hard for a while. It doesn’t take long before you hear Denki grunt.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You look so pretty spread out for him. For the last five years, he wanted nothing more than to see you like this. His hips jerk up, and he throws his head back, but he makes sure to keep his eyes open like his life depended on it; he didn’t want to miss a second of this. You, with your legs wide open giving him a view of your perfect little pussy. Your panties soaked by you rubbing your clit mercilessly, and your pupils blown wide as you watch your best friend get off to the show you’re giving him. It’s erotic as hell, completely different from the pictures Denki has of you. This one easily tops all the others. He tightens his fist - he doesn’t want it to end without feeling your skin on his at least once.

“Let me touch you, Y/N, please, I just wanna touch you, need to feel you.”

Denki doesn’t give a fuck that he’s begging at this point. He’s waited too damn long to care about pride or dignity, not when the chance to fuck you is placed in his shaking hands. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, but it comes out anyway.

“Touch me.”

That’s all Denki needs. Before you know it, you’re pushed down on the bed, and lips smash against yours. He’s eager, a little too eager, shoving his tongue in your mouth and touching everywhere that he can. You don’t have much room to breathe, so you gently push at his chest.

“Chill, Denki.”

He huffs out a breath, muscles shaking like he’s restraining himself from overwhelming you.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,”

He mumbles, peppering kisses into your neck before making his way back to your lips. It’s much smoother this time, his tongue sliding out to tease your bottom lip, asking for permission this time. He groans when you open up for him, your tongue meeting his. Hands trail up until they reach around, resting on the clasp of your bra. Honey eyes meet yours, but you cut off his question.

“I’ll stop you if I need to, but you asking me if it’s okay every time you try something is gonna seriously kill the mood.”

You reach around to place your hands on top of his, unclasping your bra along with him. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare chest. You try not to squirm at the intensity of his gaze. It becomes near impossible when he dips down to flick his tongue over your nipple before biting with his teeth. He pays the same attention to the other one before kissing his way down your stomach. You arch your back when he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. He makes his way around, avoiding your dripping pussy, teasing your thighs with soft kisses. You huff in annoyance, and he smirks up at you, biting into the flesh of your thigh. This time he places a kiss to your heated center, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch.

“Is it everything you imagined?” You ask.

He looks up at you, with such a serious expression, one you’ve only seen a couple times since knowing him.

“Everything and more.”

Your heart flutters, and you know you’re going to say something you’ll regret if you don’t stop counting the different shades of gold in his eyes. You clear your throat before throwing your hair back.

“You gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

You pull his head in for a demanding kiss, biting on his lip to distract yourself from the rush of bubbling emotions threatening to surface.

“One sec,” Denki whispers, placing one last kiss to your lips, before getting up.

You gape at the giant box of condoms he casually pulls out. It hasn’t been opened, and oh my god, you didn’t even know they made huge boxes like this. There were at least a hundred in there. What person thinks to buy a big box of condoms if their plans don’t include… fucking a whole ass army?

“What the fuck, Denki?”

People usually have one, maybe two condoms in their wallet at most. Some guys don’t have any at all, which kills the mood when you’re in the heat of the moment, so I guess you can be thankful that Denki is... extra prepared?

“What?”

He pulls a condom out and drops the box. It thumps when it hits the floor. You’re taken aback by how nonchalant he’s being about this.

“I- you- wha- How many times do you think we’re gonna do it!?”

Denki slides the condom on, smirking at your shocked expression.

“Till we finish this box,” he says as he slides into you.

You gasp at the stretch. He pushes to the hilt, and stays there when he notices the slight furrow of your brow. It has been a while since you’ve fucked, but soon enough, you crave more so you roll your hips, but he doesn’t move.

“Denki?”

His head is pressed into your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and the stuttering heartbeat matches to the beat of your own.

“Just… gimme a minute, don’t wanna ruin it by coming in two seconds.”

His words are muffled, voice raspy with desire, and you can only imagine what his face looks like. It makes you want him all the more. Finally, someone who doesn’t see sex as an opportunity to one-up you or to put you in your place. It’s scary how the last twenty minutes have changed five years of friendship.

“Hey,” you hold his face in between your palms. He already looks completely fucked out with his face flushed and eyes glazed. You place a tender kiss to his lips, unlike the previous kisses you shared.

“You couldn’t ruin it even if you did come right now.”

You caress his hair in an attempt to reassure him.

“You’d just have to make it up to me,” you wink.

His smile is so pure, lighting up his eyes that’s unique to Denki; it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest. But the moment passes as the previous heat between you two spikes when Denki circles his hips, taking his time to feel you inside and out. He’s touching and kissing you wherever he can, your cheek, neck, chest, thighs, like it’s the first and last time he’ll experience you like this. It might very well be.

This thought doesn’t sit well with you.

Once he’s mapped out your sweet spots, he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls your hips flush towards his. He pulls out of you until only the tip is brushing your opening and pounds back into you, taking your breath away. He pumps in and out of you faster, and you cry out when he hits that special spot deep inside of you.

“Denki,” you moan. He grunts and spreads your legs even wider, grabbing one and hauling it over his shoulder to pound into you deeper.

He’s getting close, hell, he’s been close even before you walked in.

“F-fuck…” Denki groans, thrusting at an uneven pace and feeling the familiar tightening in his groin.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you flip him over and begin bouncing on his cock in a much more steady rhythm. Denki’s staring up at you, eyes wide in admiration.

You’re a goddess. An absolute fucking masterpiece that needs to be put in a museum for his eyes only. God, when did he get so fucking mushy? You always brought out different sides that Denki, himself, didn’t even know he had. He can’t keep his hands off you, grabbing your boobs, sliding down the curves of your thighs, gripping your ass. He wants to commit it all to memory in case he never gets to know this pleasure again.

“Y/N, ah, shit, I’m gonna...” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence.

He’s holding on to that sweet release for as long as he can. He’s been craving it since he met you on the first day of class at U.A. His balls tighten, unable to hold it in any longer, before he gives in to the long overdue orgasm. It hits him hard - his entire body tingling from head to toe like 1000 volts of electricity bolt through him. Denki had no idea he could come for this long, but he doesn’t want it to end - it feels so fucking good inside you. He rides it out for a couple more thrusts before he relaxes, completely sated. You try to pull off him, but he grabs your hips and forces you back down. You squeak, clearly not expecting him to care enough to help you out after he finished.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The tone of his voice sounds foreign in his ears, too gruff and too deep, but you seem to have no problems with it as you moan in response, working yourself on top of him. Your thighs crush his hips, shaking with need as you seek a release of your own. You’re tired from bouncing, so you resort to grinding, swirling your hips deliciously around his cock. Denki squeezes your ass in appreciation.

“You close?”

“Close, so close, Denki, please…”

Your eyes well up with tears, desperate to finish; the coil in your stomach wound too tight that you might burst any second. Denki helps you by thrusting his hips to meet yours, his hand rubbing your clit. You jolt at the sudden zap to your clit, you look down to see a small spark leave Denki’s fingertip. He does it again, and you cry out, your pussy fluttering from the electrifying touch.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it, come for me.”

Fuck. Denki didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out, but then you’re moaning louder than before that Denki would’ve had to quiet you if you weren’t alone. Words are tumbling out before you can stop them.

“Oh, fuck, Denki, I love this so much, I love you, I-”

You slap your hand over your mouth. Denki’s eyes widen for a second before a dangerous glint takes over, and he wretches your hand away from your mouth.

“Lemme hear you. C’mon, Y/N, show me how much you love this.”

You hardly recognize the scream as your own; you flush at how loud you are, but Denki doesn’t seem to mind. It seems to spur him on. He sits up so your chest to chest before he bends down to tug at your nipple with his teeth. You throw your head back in pleasure, your hands coming around to grab at his hair. Golden eyes look up at you from your chest, a slight smirk curving his lips.

“I’m no photographer, baby girl, but I can sure as hell picture us together.”

Leave it to Denki Kaminari to make you come with a cheesy pickup line.

He gives one final thrust, balls slapping against your ass and hitting the spot deep inside you just right. Your thighs quiver from the pleasure wracking your body, a scream lodging out of your throat so loud that the people next door bang on the wall. You’re overwhelmed to the point that all you can do is rest your head on his shoulder, whispering his name in a broken whimper as you finish.

You fall next to him on the bed, sweaty and completely wiped, both of you trying to catch your breath. Denki tosses the condom in the trash while you stare at the ceiling, watching the fan swirl round and round. Your mind is no different at the moment, going round in circles, and you’re trying to catch up. Your body feels weightless, tingling all over and loving the high you didn’t think was possible. The bed shifts, and suddenly you’re faced with your best friend of five years. Before he can get a word out, the front door slams shut, and two very familiar, very masculine voices are down the hall, getting closer by the second.

“Kaminari, you lazy shit, get the fuck down here!”

“Shit!” Denki jumps from the bed, ruffling through the mess to find his pants.

“Denki, just lock the door! Hurry!”

It’s too late as the door swings open, and yeah… if today taught Denki anything, it’s that he really needs to lock his door more often. He doesn’t have time to think as he hops back into bed with you to avoid flashing any of his other friends today. Bakugou would probably threaten to chop his dick off and… yeah, Denki doesn’t wanna think about the rest.

You squeak and cover yourself with the blanket when you’re met with two sets of equally shocked crimson eyes.

Kirishima drops the bag of chips he’s holding. It seems like dropping things when walking into Denki’s room was a common theme today, and he’s sure as hell not looking forward to the cleanup. Denki regrets chancing a glance at Bakugou; nostrils flaring like a rabid predator on the loose and Denki’s his target.

The four of you stare at each other for who knows how long before Kirishima breaks out into a full-on grin.

“About time, bro, congrats!”

“Congrats?” You turn to Denki, confused.

“The fuck!? You bangin’ my ex, dunceface!?” Bakugou shouts.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Denki squeaks, hiding underneath the covers.

“Oi! You fuck like a man, you better fight like one, too!”

You roll your eyes, hardly affected by Bakugou’s exploding presence, unlike Denki, who is literally shaking beside you.

“Oh fuck off, Katsuki, listen to yourself. Keyword ex-girlfriend.”

Bakugou sputters, and Kirishima drags him by the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s been in a mood since he found out he’s gonna be the next star of the Bachelor.”

“You wanna die too, shitty hair!?”

You and Denki burst out laughing at the absurdity of Katsuki forced to act like a gentleman on live TV. The image of Katsuki in a suit and tie, holding a rose and actually smiling, is comedic gold to you.

“C’mon, bro, let’s give ’em some space.”

“Oi! You’re on my shit list now! All of you! Aye! Get the fuck off me!”

Kirishima drags Bakugou the rest of the way, giving you a quick thumbs up on the way out.

You and Denki are still cracking up, but your laughter dies when they leave, and you’re faced with the tension from before. Denki sinks lower into the sheets, hating that he keeps getting walked in on. Who decided it was ‘make a fool out of Denki day’ anyway?

“So…” you start.

“So…” Denki finishes.

You both stare straight ahead at nothing.

“Did you mean it?”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly asking him to elaborate.

“What you said, when you... you know...” he makes a clicking noise with his mouth like that’s universal code for fucking, “Or was it just a heat of the moment thing?”

You take a moment to think before you give your response. You want to be as honest as possible, and not lead Denki on in any way. Of course, you loved him, he’s your best friend, but did you love him?

You think back on your friendship, and suddenly a supercut of all the times he was there for you flashes before your eyes. He was there when you needed someone to drive you when you had your wisdom teeth pulled out. You didn’t expect Denki to stay with you the whole weekend, buying you ice cream and watching your favorite movies, but he did.

He was there when you and Bakugou became an item, always listening to you swoon over how amazing a boyfriend he was. Denki would always respond with “But can he do this?” and would proceed to overuse his quirk like an overpowered Pikachu just to make you laugh. It sends a knife through your heart, knowing Denki was in love with you while you were talking about how great of a boyfriend his friend was. Not to mention how he was there when you and Bakugou broke up, heart-broken and vowing to swear off boys for good. Denki held you in his arms while you cried, staying silent the entire time, which you knew was against his nature. Denki was always there for you as a friend. There’s no doubt he’d be there for you as a lover.

“I meant it,” you say.

Tears threaten to spill, and your heart might burst out of your chest and land right into his hands. You hope he holds on to it forever. He squishes your cheeks and leans down to plant the softest kiss on your lips. This is what you’ve been missing - more like who you’ve been missing. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss, and he meets you move for move. He pulls away, hands still on your cheeks, grazing your cheekbones with his fingertips as he stares into your eyes.

“Denki, I…” You bite your lip, overcome with emotion. You desperately want to say the words to capture this picture-perfect moment forever.

Until you feel something poking your thigh.

“Denki!”

You yell, affronted he popped a boner in the middle of what was supposed to be a romantic moment.

“Sorry!”

“Ugh! Worst timing ever!” You slap his shoulder.

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!”

You wiggle out of his embrace. Silence eats at the room, and you can feel Denki’s energy radiating in uncomfortable frequencies. The last moment had been thoroughly ruined.

But you have all the time in the world to make more.

“... round two?”

Just seeing Denki’s face light up like Christmas is enough to promise the birth of a new moment. He bends over to grab his box of condoms, some spilling on the floor and adding more to the mess, before saying, “hell yeah!”

You roll your eyes with affection. What a weirdo, you think. But he’s your weirdo.

That night, or rather the next day since it was currently three in the morning, Denki plops down on his bed exhausted from the day. He’s fluffing his pillow, trying to get comfortable, when he feels something underneath. His eyes widen when he takes in the picture he’s holding. You must’ve taken it when he was downstairs and snuck it under his pillow. You’re bent over with that same damn lacy bra that sends him for a loop. Your cleavage deliciously on display as you bite your lip and stare at the camera with those innocent eyes. Denki can’t help it, his hand sliding down on instinct and cupping himself through his boxers. He turns the picture around and smiles at the cute little message written on the back.

“To add to your collection 😉”

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Sex Drive part 2

Pairings: Colson x Reader, Colson x Reader x Rook Reader x Rook

Warnings/tags: smut, unexpected exhibitionism, threesome, double penetration, anal, choking, hair pulling, mild spitting, humiliation, jealousy, being walked in on

Authors note: Being wet DOES NOT = consent irl, just had to put that out there as it may seen I’m suggesting that in a certain scene, Kells is just saying sexy shit and reader is 100% consenting.

Part 1 here

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“I knew you wouldn’t be able to go without sex the whole month,” you tease with a giggle as Colson secures his black flag bandana around your eyes from behind you. “Can’t even make it two more weeks, huh?” You tease.

He roughly grips your jaw, turning your head to speak into your ear. “Funny, I don’t remember giving you permission to talk,” he grits through his teeth as he strips your body bare. “Now, walk!” he commands, pushing you forward.

“Oooh where are we going?” You question playfully.

“Don’t worry about it,” he quips, shoving you through the doorway of the adjoining hotel room, unbeknownst to you.

Once inside the room he quickly removes the bandana from your eyes and tosses you down on the bed before you have a chance to view your surroundings.

“Colson?” you push yourself up on your hands confused. “This isn’t our ro — Jesus Christ!” You shriek when you take notice of Rook sitting in an oversized chair in the corner of the room, his elbows resting on his knees with both hands wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle between his legs, his eyes scoping out your naked frame. “What the hell is going on?” You look quizzically between Colson and Rook while clutching a pillow over your exposed body.

Colson looks proud of himself, smirking as he watches your face morph through a series of reds, settling on the brightest. If there was one thing stronger than Colson’s jealousy it was his humiliation kink. He loved the way you blushed and got all shy and flustered whenever you got embarrassed, and he couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing for you than one of his best friends seeing your most intimate areas… and perhaps even touching them — with your permission of course.

“Is someone gonna answer me, what’s going on?” You repeat.

“Well I figured with all the times I’ve caught you checking out Rook I’d give you the opportunity to fuck him.” Colson answers nonchalantly.

“Colson I thought we established I was only checking him out to make you jealous so you’d be more rough with me,” you remind him. ‘Ok maybe the use of the word ‘only’ was stretching the truth a bit,’ you think to yourself. You know damn well that wasn’t the only reason. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Rook attractive. “That’s why I’m punished, ‘no dick for a month’ remember?”

“That’s not what I said — I said you’re not getting MY dick for a month. You’re welcome to have Rooks….while I watch of course,” he smirks.

As if that was his cue, Rook stands and walks over towards you. He places his half drunken beer on the nightstand and takes a seat at the foot of the bed.

You swear your heart stops beating for a full ten seconds before you can form words. “Have you gone insane!? You want me to fuck Rook...while you watch?” You question in shock, certain he has lost his damn mind.

“Well, I mean, you’re free to say no… but let’s be honest, we both know that you won’t,” Colson sits on the bed next to you and snatches the pillow covering you from your grasp. “Just look at that pussy, glistening!” He prys your legs open to show Rook just how much the whole idea already has you absolutely dripping. “Now does this look like the pussy of a girl who’s about to say no?” he runs a finger through your slick folds gathering your arosal and turns to Rook who just bites his lip and shakes his head.

There’s no hiding the fact that you want this, you’re more shocked at how into it Colson seems, but he’s right, you certainly weren’t gonna say no.

“Don’t be shy, come have a taste Rookie,” Colson taunts holding out his glossed finger. Rook moves further up the bed, opposite colson, one boy now on each side of you. He leans in and extends his tongue curling it around the silken thread of your excitement stringing from Colson’s finger, and pulls it into his mouth.

“Whatcha think bro, how she taste?”

“Mmmm, fuck! Amazing actually!” Rook exclaims, smacking his tongue against his lips, savoring your essence. “No word of a lie bro, some of the best pussy I’ve ever tasted, ya lucky bastard.”

“Yeah?” Colson’s chuckles at his enthusiasm. “Well help me get her warmed up a little, then she’s all yours,” he says gently stroking your clit. “Although she clearly doesn’t need it,” he jokes, amused by how wet you are. “But something tells me she’ll enjoy both of us playing with her for a bit. Ain’t that right baby?” He smirks, looking at you.

“Please,” you squirm under Colson’s touch and the anticipation of Rooks.

Slowly Rook begins trailing the tips of his fingers up your inner thigh, inching closer to where to want it most before finally joining Colson’s. They join forces , sandwiching your clit between both of their fingertips as they work you methodically.

“Oh, fuck,” your voice shakes, a cocktail of nerves and pleasure coursing through you. As good as it feels and as much as you want it , you can’t help but be a little anxious, it’s been a long time since anyone but Colson has seen you naked never mind touching you like this. “You two are gonna be the death of me,” you moan breathily arching your back up off the bed.

“Relax slut, this just the beginning” Colson leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your nipples as he glides his fingers down to your entrance. He easily slips in two of them, the cool metal of his rings bumping against your warm heat with every curl of his fingers; Rook now having solo reign over your clit. Colson’s free hand grips your breast, his thumb and forefinger tugging at your nipple, before taking it into his mouth. Rook follows suit attaching his mouth to your opposite breast, making sure to leave soft violet markings in his wake, claiming you, if only for the night.

“Alright, I’ll let you take over from here,” Colson says to Rook, slipping his fingers out of you. “Be a good girl for Rook,” he grips your chin smearing your juices along your jawline before retreating to the oversized chair in the corner, where he begins palming himself through his jeans. And like a shark to blood, Rook is drawn to your scent, his mouth moving up your chest, and neck, devouring your slick remnants with open mouthed kisses, while he continues to massage the sweet spot between your thighs.

“You taste so good,” he smiles against your mouth before kissing you. His tongue prods at your lips , begging for entrance. You part your pout welcoming him inside; your tongues beginning a do-si-do. He feels so foreign in your mouth; taboo in the best way.

“Yeah?” You break the kiss. “Why don’t you taste it straight from the source,” you say seductively.

“Yes ma’am. Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Rook smirks before disappearing between your thighs.

“Now we’re getting somewhere!” Colson chides from the corner of the room, freeing himself from the confines of his bulging jeans. Slowly, he strokes himself in rhythm with Rooks tongue fucking in and out of you, watching as he gathers your sweetness on his tastebuds.

“Mmmmm, God—“ Rook huffs in unbelievable enjoyment against your core, before attaching his lips snugly around your clit, providing it with gentle pulsating suction. It’s different than you’re used to — Kells being more of the rapid tongue flicking type— but damn, if it doesn’t feel equally as good.

“Uhh, yes! Just like that, Rook. Don’t stop!” You exclaim in pleasure; one hand gripping the sheets, the other the back of Rooks neck.

Hearing you say Rook’s name like that has Colson squeezing his cock harder and faster, his jealousy unintentionally tightening his grip. He’s enjoying watching you be pleasured but can’t curb feeling possessive, in fear that perhaps you’re enjoying this a little TOO much.

“I still... Mmm...can’t… get over… how good you taste,” Rook speaks between open-mouth kisses to your tenderness. “I swear I could eat you as my last meal,”

“Dawg, keep talking to my fucking girl like that and it WILL be your last meal,” Colson half jokes, his jealousy peaking for sure — now beating his dick as if it were Rook. “How ‘bout you just shut up and fuck her now, before I change my mind.”

“Ready?” Rook questions with a smirk ,from between your thighs.

“Ready!” You squirm impatiently, already missing the contact of his tongue .

Quickly, Rook strips off his leather vest and other clothing until he’s completely naked. Just as he’s about to get settled between your legs Colson pipes up again from the corner.

“Baby I want you to ride him, lemme see those titties and ass bounce for me while you fuck yourself on his dick.”

“Mmmm hell yeah! I wanna see too,” Rook says excitedly, moving to lay on his back; arms behind his head.

“You’re pushing it Rook!” Colson warns.

“Baby, chill,” you giggle at how flustered Colson’s getting. “I know this pussy only belongs to you,” you turn facing him, spreading yourself open. Colson groans at the sight, his eyes momentarily slipping shut as he tries not to bust right there. “Besides—,” you smirk. “This was your idea.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah C’mon… less talking, more fucking,” Colson orders.

You climb over Rook who’s waiting with cock in hand pointed towards the heavens and squat over him, hovering just above the tip before sinking down to the hilt with a moan. You push back up, and come down fast, your skin echoing off Rooks with a slap.

“Ugh fuck!,” Rook sits halfway up to mouth at your breasts and neck as you continue to bounce in his lap.

You turn your head back slightly to watch Colson, his teeth sunken deep into his bottom lip, eyes so intensely glued to every roll of your hips, and his hips thrusting up to fuck into his own palm. You turn back to Rook and pick up the pace riding him harder and faster knowing Colson’s close to finishing. You don’t know what burns more the desire inside of you or your thighs, but you don’t stop, determined to make both men and yourself cum at any moment now.

“Oh, Rook!” You cry out with your head thrown back and hands planted firmly on his tattooed chest. You’re so so close.

“Ahww, shit, you gonna cum?” Rook questions out of breath. “Me too.”

Just then the hotel door clicks open “Hey, Rook have you seen Kel— WHAT THE FUCK!!” Exclaims Slim completely caught off guard by what he’s seeing, bringing you and Rook to a halt. “Girl, I know you think it’s cute to make Kells jealous and shit so he’ll choke or whatever crazy shit you’re into but you took it took it too far this time, cuz Kells about to choke both you to DEATH when he finds out.”

“Yo! Why the fuck does everyone keep talking when I’m tryna cum?” Colson yells annoyed and on the edge from the corner of the room.

“Kells???” Slim questions peering around the door. “Da fuck is going on in here? Ya know what, second thought, I don’t wanna know. I— I’m just… I’m just gonna go,” Slim states in utter shock and confusion as he backs out the door.

“Good idea, try fucking knocking next time maybe? Rook shouts after him.

“Fuck, my legs are killing me!” You huff as soon as you hear the door click shut, shifting your weight onto your knees. Immediately, Rook takes over, snapping his hips up and into you from below.

“Aye, I can’t take this shit no more my hands about to fucking fall off, lemme get in there,” Colson says getting up from the chair and kicking off his jeans and boxers. He tugs his shirt over his head and climbs behind you on the bed. He spits in his hand ,coating his cock with his saliva, then brings the tip to the only hole not currently occupied: your ass. You’re no stranger to anal; it is Colson’s favorite afterall. You welcome the penetrating stretch as he pushes in. It’s slightly awkward at first as the boys figure out and establish a rhythm that works for all three of you. Their cocks pound in and out of you in unison; one in each hole, providing you with the most pleasurable, satisfying fullness. “Unh, baby so fucking good for us. Taking it so well,” Colson praises you through gritted teeth . “You like being a little whore for us like this, huh? Rook fucking your pussy while I fuck this ass?” He asks crudely with a hardy slap to your backside.

“I fucking love it — YES! Treat me like a fucking whore!” You exclaim in wild passion, as you teeter on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh we’ll treat you like a whore alright!” Colson speaks through his groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair using it as leverage to pound into you harder.

With your head yanked back in Colson’s grasp, Rook takes advantage of the unoccupied column of flesh above him, wrapping his hand tightly around your throat. The way both boys have you feeling like a used plaything has you cumming in seconds, riding out wave after wave. The noise they make as you clench around them both is like heaven; Rook’s slightly louder and high pitched than Colson’s deep throaty rumble. They cum almost in perfect time with eachother; with Colson just a few seconds sooner, filling your ass with his warmth, as Rook pulls out, busting his load up onto your stomach. The three of you collapse into a sticky sweaty mess, both boys rolling to your sides; the air thick with heavy breathing and the smell of sex.

The way Rook looks completely spent and fucked out of his mind is hilariously adorable; still trying desperately to catch his breath, his leg visibly twitching and shaking and his hand running through his sweaty hair with a ‘did that really just happen?’ expression on his face .

“You ok there buddy?” Colson’s laughs, reaching over you to give Rook’s arm a tap with the back of his hand. Colson’s used to having crazy sex with you by now.

“Umm ...I think so.” He releases a long winded breath followed by a brief chuckle.

“You know what my favorite part about this was?” You turn to Colson. “I broke you!!” You tease.”Not only did I get Rook’s dick but I got yours too! Slim was right when he said you wouldn’t last through my punishment with your sex drive!”

“For the record, I said you weren’t gonna get my dick in your PUSSY, for a month. Now correct me if I’m wrong but wasn’t that your ass I just fucked? Nice try, you’re still punished.”

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xseaxwitchxkpop · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Seonghwa Edition

A/N: idk anyone in Ateez who pushes the catboy agenda more than hwa and this precious soul just makes me have cute aggression. Lemme just remind everyone that stage presence ≠ bedroom preference, so he might be a demon on stage but I personally think he's very far from dominant in the bedroom. Also this is framed for a femme!presenting reader.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

A very clingy baby! Even though he's the sub, he would want to hold you instead of the other way around; when you're cleaning up, give him a plushie to snuggle because he just feels very happy holding something. He would also have the most sparkly eyes ever, looking at you with pure love and adoration. He'll also be very hungry, so always have some food on hand and be prepared to be fed by him because "you need it, too, I don't care if you're my domme, lemme feed you and show you my love!"

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's fave part on himself is probably his eyes because he knows how expressive they are for him and how transparent they are -- his eyes always betray his true emotions and considering he's a more private person, he likes this. His fave part on you would be your breasts, but not in a sexual way; whether you're part of the itty bitty titty committee or big titty gang, he likes them as a comfort thing, groping them or sucking on your nipples, it's very calming and relaxing for him!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves his face to be covered in either pussy juices/"cum" (since, ya know, pussies don't ejaculate lmao anyway) or use fake cum (or real cum if you have an actual dick) to cover his face and/or inner thighs, it'll get him going like nothing else. He also loves seeing his midsection painted with his own cum and also eating his own cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Every once in a while, he likes to fuck his plushies. No one would suspect this because he takes much care in cleaning them immediately afterward, so they keep their softness and hugability. He's recorded himself doing it a few times but always either deletes the videos or keeps them in a separate, unsuspecting folder in his phone; he's thought about sending them to you but never could bring himself to do so.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a few hook ups but most of them have been pretty vanilla as many hook ups tend to be, he knows what he's doing especially with that tongue of his.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Probably missionary, with you on your back and him fucking you. He can easily kiss you, suck on your neck or nipples, and you can easily grab his hair roughly, pull him in closer, scratch his back with your nails, and you two can make intense eye contact. Yeah, that's his favorite position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's more passionate about it than anything. He likes it rough but not necessarily fast, and he likes it soft but not necessarily gentle. It's a very delicate balance that he prefers most of the time and can be difficult to pin down when the mood has to be forced from either of you -- when that happens, he rather not have sex at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Trimmed, doesn't bother to shave and he doesn't care what you do; bush, no bush, trimmed, shaved, waxed, whatever. However, he likes it when you shave for him down there as a sweet bonding experience, nothing kinky or sexual.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's very sincere and very intense during sex, especially with someone he's romantically involved with because he's not the most open person and, like Yeosang, takes some prying open emotionally so when he shares that emotional part of himself and trusts that other person, that translates directly to the bedroom. He can be a little goofy if he's particularly happy that day, like giggly kisses n' shit, but otherwise very sincere, very intense.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he jacks off, you know about it because he sends you audios of himself getting himself off, complete with moans, whimpers, groans, muffling himself, and him cumming in the end of it. He never sends videos, though, because his ass has a voice kink. He masturbates semi regularly just because he has a high sex drive and you're not always available so he temporarily satisfies himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

So, this man, has some kinks that get me thinking. He has an oral fixation for sure, so anything involving his tongue; he definitely has a breeding kink like hard-core "let me breed you, mommy/daddy, I wanna give you babies" breeding kink, more so than San; temperature play; pegging/anal play; cock rings; nail scratching; biting/marking; kitten play; shibari; restraints; voice kink; ASMR kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Hmmmm, maybe the bedroom? He doesn't really have a favorite place to do anything because each place brings a different kind of thrill for him, so anywhere he can look at and easily imagine you commanding him to take you or you taking him is his favorite place. His least favorite place is the shower because the water washes away the lube and is just generally an annoying interruption.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Doing a sexy, feminine dance for you. Sexy girl group concepts? He learns the choreo and dances it just for you; turns him on because he enjoys you intently watching him while being just out of reach. Rubbing your hand up and down his thigh, no matter how innocent, will also turn him on greatly. Also if you cook for him -- it can be as simple as ramen but as soon as he sees that you cooked for him, he's ready to pounce you and be at your every command.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't think he would be into piss play or scat play (absolutely no hate to people who are into this lol) but I think he wouldn't like them just because he's a bit of a clean freak and all he would see is a mess to clean up and that would definitely ruin the mood for him. Another definite turn off of his is extreme pain; he likes a little bit here and there, like slapping his ass and thighs, nail scratches wherever you scratch him, but flogging and riding crops are a no go for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He LIVES for giving oral and that's directly from his oral fixation. It keeps his mouth busy plus he gets to please his partner. Again, he also loves his face covered in cum and/or pussy juices, so oral is definitely such fun for him!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Moderate. He likes it a little faster than slower, but not exactly fast, if you get what I'm saying. He likes to feel you and you to feel him, so he wants it on the slower side of things but a slightly fast pace will be suitable for the most part. Only every once in a blue moon would he want you to fuck his brains out or to fuck yours out.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies involving penetration? Nah, not a fan. Quickies involving oral? Sign him the fuck up. He wants to see how fast he can get you to orgasm with just his tongue and since you derive such pleasure from it as well, you let him take on this challenge.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As long as extreme pain is not involved, he's game for a lot of things. He's always wanted to try semi public sex, voyeurism, and submissive cuckolding, but he would only try this with one of his members since he trusts them quite a lot.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I think he could probably go two, three rounds, maybe four if he has a crapton of energy for God only knows what reason. He has experience, jacks off sort of regularly, so he can last a good while in bed while being pounded into or pounding into you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's got dildos of varying sizes because he, like San, is also a size queen. He has a couple of buttons plugs and some vibrators, along with handcuffs and bondage rope. He has a couple pairs of kitten ears and a matching choker and butt plug.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease, but not in a bratty way. It's a very sweet way, like poking your cheek and rubbing it like a cat as he strokes your inner thigh and ghosts your genitals, teases you with food like "hey if I make this dish, maybe you can fuck my ass tonight" and he'd act all cutesy about it, he'll make suggestive comments while making direct eye contact, and wiggle his butt sometimes.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's a happy medium between San and Yeosang. Hwa makes noise - groans, whimpers, moans, mewling - but he isn't loud with them per say, they're very throaty noises and he uses his chest to make them so they're low in volume but frequent.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He quite prefers the natural noises of sex between you two rather than having a playlist or any other background noise going. He's sensitive to noise in the first place and the background noise could overwhelm him in a bad way.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's average. Nothing too long, nothing too girthy, but boy does he know how to use his average dick regardless.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a bit of a high sex drive. Think like smack in the middle of average horny and extremely horny and that's Hwa. He can go like three days without sex with no complaints but coming up on a fourth day may be a little bit hard for him.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He becomes quite sleepy afterward, wanting to snuggle you to fall asleep while you rub his back up and down and he holds you and squeezes you like his personal plushie. It takes a while for him to actually fall asleep, but that's because it takes him a while to calm down enough to lull into a peaceful state of rest before succumbing to sleep.

#sub!ateez alphabet #sub!ateez #sub!seonghwa #sub!idol #ateez headcannons #my works #ateez #ateez imagine #seonghwa #dom!reader #fem!reader #lemon hours

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sad-sweet-cowboah · 3 years

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My Little Secret part 13

Summary: After a rather tumultuous night in Saint Denis, you’re left confused and with more questions than answers. That however doesn’t stop you and Arthur from enjoying one another.

Warnings: Obligatory smutty chapter.

Word Count: 6,673

A/N: Been working on this one for a while. Since I haven’t written in a few months I’ve gotten a tad rusty and needed to take my time with this. So here it is!

“How’d it go?”

Arthur’s quiet, raspy voice immediately snapped you back to reality, blinking as the thunderous clang of the door swung shut behind the two of you. Greeted with the faint vibrations of club music radiating through the floor, you turned to look at him.

He met your gaze with an even stare. “They didn’t scare ya, did they?”

“No, not at all,” you said as you shook your head. “They asked me about my home life, what I did for a living… they seemed real interested when I told them what I was going to school for.”

Curiosity crossed his face. “They mention why?”

“No…” you said, trying to rack your brain. The whole ordeal felt fuzzy, almost dream-like. “Honestly… I can’t remember much.”

Arthur stopped in his tracks. You’d taken one step further before realizing, and you turned to face him. “Arthur?”

“They glamored you,” he stated darkly. “Means they said somethin’ they don’t want ya to remember.”

Your heart sank at this. “So…does that mean I failed?” you quietly asked.

“No, no,” he assured you. “If ya did, they wouldn’t have let ya back out this way. Hell, they wouldn’t let me see ya. They’d take precautions to make sure you wouldn’t know ‘bout us ever again.”

Well, that provided you at least some relief. This however only raised more questions. You remembered their faces, or their vague shapes. Names sounded muddled as if attempting to speak through water. Some memories came clear, you conversing them about yourself. Your job. Your schooling. What your hobbies were. Moments after, darkness.

“Has… has this ever happened? Partial glamors?” you asked.

Arthur sighed before answering, “Very rarely. Hell, I ain’t heard o’ this in a while,” He murmured, his head ducking slightly as his blue eyes swept across the floor ahead.

“So… what does that mean for me?” you continued, frowning at him.

Arthur’s eyes shot back to you, the furrow in his brow easing when he noticed your concern. He placed his hand on your shoulder, sliding it across your arm to gently tug you closer. “Nothin’ bad, sweetheart. Like I said, you wouldn’t be here if things went sour,” he glanced behind him at the closed door. “I’ll have a word with ‘em ‘bout it, see if I can’t figure out why. For now…” he turned to face the hallway again, starting forward. “Lemme take ya home.”

You nodded silently in agreement, somewhat comforted by his words but still apprehensive about what this could all mean. What exactly happened back there that they didn’t want you to remember?

As Arthur led you down the remainder of the hall, the distinct click of the door opening caught your attention. Turning your head to glance behind you, the familiar sight of Charles appeared from behind the door. He hurried forward, moving quite silently despite his thick frame.

“Arthur, hang on!” He called out, reaching the two of you before you could even blink. Vampire swiftness was still something you’d have to get used to.

“Charles?” Arthur turned to face his former companion. “Need somethin’?”

“No,” Charles responded, his eyes briefly flicking to you. “But they do. They told me they need you to go out tonight.”

“Ain’t happenin’,” Arthur answered almost immediately. “I need to take her home.”

“I know, I told them that,” Charles sighed. “Even offered myself in your place, but they were adamant about having you on this case. Sorry, Arthur. I tried.”

You turned your attention to Arthur, the annoyance plain in his weathered face. His blue gaze swept over you, his lips parting as if to say something, but words seemed to fail him.

Charles cleared his throat. “If I may, Lucia has prepared some accommodations at the hotel tonight,” he explained. “If you’re okay with it, Arthur, I could take Y/N there.”

Hotel accommodations? This night was becoming even weirder. You didn’t really want to leave Arthur and yearned nothing more than to crawl into the comfort of your own bed, especially after learning what happened to you just moments earlier. Your head was spinning, unless that was a byproduct of being glamored. Those fuzzy images danced in your mind’s eye as you tried to grasp on any sort of information.

Arthur’s heavy sigh caught your attention. He shook his head slightly before looking at you once again. “Sorry, sweetheart. As much as I wanna get outta this, I can’t.”

You just simply nodded in response. The idea of staying in a hotel wasn’t a nerve-wracking thought, especially in the middle of Saint Denis. It wouldn’t be fair to ask Charles to drive you over an hour back home. At least they were thoughtful enough to allow you for a place to stay instead of having to call for a ride. You supposed it could be worse; dumped on the side of the road out here.

“You got work, or anything to do tomorrow?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” you answered truthfully. “If you need to go, then go.”

Arthur’s eyes searched yours for a moment, as if trying to seek a different, nonverbal response. Finally, he spoke, “Alright, jus’ know you won’t be back home ‘til nighttime, unless ya call a taxi.”

“I’m fine with that,” you affirmed. “Wouldn’t want you burning up on your motorcycle in the morning.”

His lip tugged into a faint half-smile. He reached up and placed his hand against your cheek, sliding his thumb briefly over the swell of the bone. “I’ll be joinin’ ya before dawn, though I expect you’ll be asleep by then,” he muttered as he leaned in to place a quick kiss on your lips.

Matching his smile with your own, you gave him another nod. He turned to face Charles, murmuring a thanks before stalking back down the hall. He yanked open the door and disappeared behind it as it swung closed with almost excessive force. With the slam echoing loudly against the bare walls, you sighed and looked at Charles.

Charles smiled once you met gazes, an apologetic look written on his face. “Sorry for the sudden change of plans,” he said.

“It’s not your fault,” you sighed. “So, uh… what hotel accommodations were made so last minute?”

“A vampire-owned hotel,” Charles answered. He held up one hand to gesture to the exit while he placed a hand on your shoulder. He noticed the bewilderment on your face. “It’s not what you think, I promise.”

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It certainly wasn’t what you were thinking at all.

With the image close to an old, haunted mansion surrounded by decay painted in your mind, Charles led you back out through the nightclub and back into the thick night air where a fancy black car waited for you. He drove through the liveliest part of the city, stopping at what you’d known to be only the most expensive hotel in the state of Lemoyne. A single night for their cheapest room ran into the thousands.

And it was owned and ran by the vampires.

With it being so late, you expected low activity. Your mindset changed when Charles brought you into a bustling lobby. With so many moving around, you weren’t sure who was human and who was vampire.

Seamlessly weaving through the crowd, Charles brought you to the front desk. Within moments you were checked in, and the receptionist flashed you a brilliant smile with her fangs gleaming beneath the golden light. You probably would never get used to that.

Afterward, Charles swept you toward the elevator. Traveling up a few floors you found it was much quieter than the lobby, only one or two people milling around, giving you a swift glance before disappearing into their rooms. At this point you couldn’t tell who was human or vampire.

Charles led you to your designated room. He stopped just before the door and turned, offering you a small smile. “This is where we part ways, will you be okay from here?” He asked.

You nodded in response, sliding the key card from its holder. “I’ve stayed in hotels before, it’s no different.”

“I know, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable being here,” he replied. “You are surrounded by vampires after all.”

“As long as they don’t break into my room and drain me overnight,” you were only half joking, but you couldn’t help but to wonder…

Charles chuckled, his face folding into an expression of faint amusement. “It won’t go that far, there are more civilized vampires here than you think.”

“And I know Arthur would protect me in the event they weren’t,” you affirmed, mostly for yourself. “Whenever he comes back…”

“Sooner than you think,” Charles assured you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, he does quick work. He’ll be back before you know it.”

Of course Charles would understand, given his past with Arthur. You suddenly felt compelled to ask more questions about their relationship, but how would you even approach that? Aside from the obvious, there was a glaring difference between you and Charles.

Before you could even begin to think of anything to say or ask, Charles stepped back from you. “I’ll be stepping out, hope you enjoy your night.”

“Thank you, Charles,” you say. “Thank you for going out of your way to bring me here.”

“You’re welcome, it’s not an issue at all,” he responded. “Arthur feels deeply for you, and I can see why. I’m glad he’s found happiness with you.”

That warmed your heart to hear.

“I’ll be heading out now…” he spoke. You expected him to turn and walk away. He however leaned in closer, dropping his voice. “By the way… he loves baths.”

You blinked in confusion, giving him an inquiring look. “Huh?”

Charles gave another small smile, the corner of his lip twitching into the slightest of smirks. “Something left over from our old lives. Back then, hotels employed women as bath ladies to help wash anyone who requested it. It’s one habit he didn’t let go of.”

Your confusion only heightened. Was he insinuating that you wash Arthur down? As seconds ticked by, the realization dawned upon you. A flash of heat invaded your face and you ducked your head to avert your gaze. “Uh, thanks for that information…?”

Charles softly chuckled in response, before murmuring a quiet goodbye. As his figure left your peripheral vision, you turned to face the door of your room once again.

The inside was more modernized than you expected it to be. Used to the classic architecture of Saint Denis, this was a stark difference. It reminded you of a type of penthouse seen only in media. A monochromatic scheme of black and silver decorated every facet of furniture and décor. Massive windows sat on the opposite side, only partly covered by the blackout curtains. A king-sized bed with a wine-colored comforter sat in the middle, and upon it seemed to be a pile of neatly folded fabric.

Curious, you approached the bed and found that it was a pair of silk pajamas with the hotel’s emblem embroidered on the left breast. A few chocolates were placed intricately on top of it. Underneath sat a soft robe.

Damn, did every guest get this sort of treatment?

After familiarizing yourself with everything, you showered and wrapped yourself in the robe. You then turned the TV on and relaxed on the bed, too comfortable in the robe to change into the pajamas.

Mindlessly flipping through the channels, you couldn’t settle on one. As much as you tried to focus, your thoughts were just too wired. This whole night set you in a tizzy and you weren’t exactly sure how to make head or tail of it. Arthur said you were partially glamored, and for reasons unknown. He assured you it wasn’t a bad thing, but there was still the question as to why. Did you say something, or did they? What vital information was shared that you had to be wiped clean of?

You also had to wonder what job was so important they needed Arthur to do that very night. He did say he was sort of like a bounty hunter, which meant dangerous work. You’d seen him in action, and knowing his former life as an outlaw meant he was probably one of the toughest guys around. You still couldn’t help but to worry however.

How likely was it he could get seriously injured?

With a silent scold to yourself, you shook her head in attempt to shake that thought. He’s been alive long before your grandparents were even a thought. This was his job, and he spoke as if it was just a normal 9-5 to him.

Time blurred together as your brain continue to flip-flop between everything that happened tonight. The TV was mere background noise as you tried and failed to focus on what was airing. You were watching a movie at some point, when focusing back in there was now a documentary. The movie apparently ended an hour ago and it was now 3 am.

Jesus, I need to go to bed. You thought to yourself as you shifted to finally change into the provided nightwear. Though you still felt wide awake, attempting to sleep was better than getting lost in incoherent thoughts in a seemingly never ending cycle.

Just as you slid to your feet and began to untie the robe, the click of the lock sounded. You froze instantly, your eyes snapping to the door as it opened to reveal Arthur.

The tension eased from your body as he stepped in quietly, his eyes quickly scanning your body before meeting your eyes. “Sweetheart, thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I was about to try,” you answered, abandoning the knot. “I don’t really feel tired.”

Arthur stepped in further and the door closer behind him. “It’s been a long night for ya, I expected different,” he chuckled slightly.

“Yeah, but I keep thinking back to what happened. It’s such a weird night, my brain doesn’t want to simmer down,” you sighed and plopped your butt on the edge of the bed. As Arthur came closer, the fabric of his jacket flitted from his torso. It was just a few inches of movement, but enough to reveal blood stain on his shirt. Your eyes widened. “Arthur?!”

“It ain’t mine, don’t worry,” he said quickly with a surprisingly casual tone. “Jus’ a messy job.”

“What did you do? Kill more fledglings?” You asked curiously.

“More or less,” he shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall to a heap on the floor. Crimson splatter painted his bare forearms. “Ain’t ever gonna be a clean job, as much as I try.”

“And… you walked all the way up here like that,” you stated, gesturing to him.

“There are less used entrances, and humans would be asleep now,” he explained, giving you a slightly cheeky smirk. “Most of ‘em anyway.”

“Well, maybe I can rest easy now that you’re back,” you pointed out with a small smile of your own. “But I was worried about you too.”

His face softened at your words. He stepped toward you, reaching out with a cleaner hand to caress your chin. “You don’t gotta worry, I always return.”

Leaning lightly into his cool palm, you said, “Don’t jinx yourself.”

Arthur gave a small chuckle. “I ain’t as vulnerable as you think, sweetheart. I promise you that.”

You hummed softly, grazing your fingers against the back of his hand. “I hope so.”

His smile was warm and comforting, a moment of silent intimacy exchanged between the two of you. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, he backed off and crossed the room over to where the bathroom door stood ajar. “Gonna shower, I’ll be out in a bit.”

You nodded, silently watching him disappear behind the door. Within half a minute, the telltale sound of water pattering against porcelain filled the quiet space. You were a little more awake now that Arthur came back, regardless you were going to return to your abandoned attempt to rest.

Standing back up, you began to fumble with the knot on the robe once again.

Charles’ voice suddenly passed through your head. Arthur loves baths.

You paused once again. A quick, single thought loomed. You glanced at the closed bathroom door. However, this wasn’t the 1800’s. Indoor plumbing has greatly improved since then. It would probably be redundant.

But what harm was there in trying?

You and Arthur hadn’t done anything yet. Aside from a few makeout sessions and the occasional brush against more sensitive areas (mostly accidental), seeing each other naked was still something to check off on this list. Neither of you pushed for anything, especially since you weren’t sure how to proceed with a vampire.

Perhaps it was time to find out.

Padding across the room, you rested your hand on the knob and turned it, half surprised to find it gave way. Taking a deep breath you pushed it open, met with a growing wall of humidity. His silhouette formed a soft outline through the shower curtain. He twitched from behind the curtain.

He spoke out your name softly, a touch of concern ringing his voice. As quiet as you were, he had impressively acute hearing. “Are you alright? Need somethin’?” He asked.

“No, I…” you trailed off. Almost hesitant to try, you took a deep breath and added, “I just wanted to join you, if that’s okay.”

A couple of seconds ticked by, the water the only sound. You wondered if he was going to refuse.

But to your surprise, he didn’t. “Sure,” he finally answered. “Come on in.”

You smiled to yourself. You’d loosened the robe enough to allow the soft billowing fabric to fall from your figure. Shrugging it off the rest of the way, the only thing separating you and him was the shower curtain. Stepping forward, you reached out and tugged it aside.

Arthur’s face entered your field of view first. Then, his broad torso. Soon all of him was revealed to you, his wet skin glistening beneath the bright light. Rivulets of water cascaded down his body, faintly tinged red from the blood that still remained.

God, was he built like an ox. Your eyes slowly scanned him up and down, stealing an extra second to gaze at the appendage sitting at the base of his waist. You met his gaze just seconds after, hoping he didn’t catch you staring inappropriately.

He smiled and stuck his hand out to you, beckoning you in with a slight curl of his fingers. You slid in without an issue, dampened by stray drops. Your heart was beginning to pound. It wasn’t the first time you’d been nude in someone else’s presence, however knowing he was more than human still struck a sliver of anxiety into you.

His blue eyes shifted for the briefest of a second, taking in your full figure but like you, not letting his curious gaze linger for too long. “You’re gorgeous,”

Heat crept into your face. “You are too,” you bashfully replied, your arms naturally loosely curling around yourself.

“Out of the two o’ us, I think you take the cake on looks, darlin’,” he spoke softly, a half-smile playing on his lips.

“Oh Arthur, I can’t take all of the credit…” you murmured to him. You wanted to touch him but a small part of your brain still was hesitant. Your one hand reached forward, opting to take his hand. “I still think you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve ever met.”

He hummed quietly in response, squeezing your hand in his. “Guess you’ll need to keep remindin’ me.”

“And I have no problem with that,” you stepped somewhat closer, allowing your words to feign bravery. In reality your heart began to pound, and you knew Arthur would be able to hear it. He however gave no indication of knowing, not even a simple acknowledgement. What was wrong with you? It wasn’t like this sort of intimacy was new. “I, uh, heard you like baths.”

Arthur released a small a chuckle. “I’m guessin’ you and Charles had a conversation.”

“You could say that,” you shyly spoke. “Would you mind if I…?”

“You don’t gotta do anything,” he assured you, his brow furrowing slightly. “Don’t want you feelin’ forced.”

“I want to,” you affirmed. “And I don’t feel like I’m being forced, Arthur…” you reached down to grab a bar of soap. “As long as you want it, I’m happy to provide.”

The wrinkles of concern softened, the smile returning to Arthur’s face. “I guess I can’t say no then.”

You matched his smile, beginning with rubbing the soap between your hands. With mittens of suds, you reached up and slid them against his shoulders. Slowly you worked down his arms, refraining from squeezing his biceps. They were thick and solid, even at resting position. As many times he held you in his arms, you never really thought twice about them. How strong was he really?

Your hands brushed against his, receiving no reaction as you lathered more suds against his work-worn palms. You realized for the first time how warm was skin was. Obviously a product of hot water, however it stirred up a feeling of nostalgia of having a warm body to cuddle with.

Not that you minded his lack of a temperature on a humid night anyway.

Once he rinsed his arms, you moved to his torso. An expanse of more muscle, formed pecs and the tease of an ab outline. While his body wasn’t akin to a typical model, he was certainly built from whatever hard work he was subjected to in his previous life. He once explained vampirism kept you in stasis of how you were as a living being, as well as negating any physical ailments you might have had at the time. You had to wonder what toll his once terminal illness held on his mortal body.

With your brain detached from your mind, you were brought back to reality when you realized you’d ran your hands along his chest and torso more times than necessary. Quickly you shifted your attention. If Arthur noticed, he certainly didn’t seem to have an issue with it.

You were careful below his navel, an obvious place sitting in the corner of your eye as your fingers danced around his waistline. You focused on a bit of blood still against his hip. Even as you tried to avoid the tiny thought that was slowly growing in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but to wonder…

Once again you’d spent a little too long in one spot. Snapping your attention down, you instead brought your focus to his legs.

“Haven’t enjoyed this in ages…” you heard Arthur quietly say.

Peering up at him, you noted the content look on his face. “Charles did tell me there were women who were paid to do this,” you stated.

“Long time ago,” he responded with a tone of reminiscence. “Only time I could truly relax outside o’ gang duties.”

“I guess the introduction of indoor plumbing and showers probably did away with them,” you joked lightly, your fingertips running along the groove of his thigh muscles.

“Unfortunately,” he chuckled. “Thank you for this, darlin’.”

Flashing him a smile, you replied, “you’re welcome,” before moving down to his calves. Making quick work of them, you rinsed off the suds before standing back up. “Turn around,” you instructed.

Arthur did just that, exposing his back. As your eyes swept over him, you couldn’t help but to think everything about this man was built perfectly. The soap bar ran smoothly across the plains of muscle, every ridge and every dip. It was tempting to climb this man like the tree he was.

Those lingering thoughts seemed to stir something within you, a minuscule spark burning deep in your gut. You shook your head, silently scolding yourself. No need to become all hot and bothered over this. Though since he was facing away, you glanced down to take a peek. He had a decently nice butt, toned and not completely muscular, yet not flat.

How fun would it be to grab it while he…

Nope.

You stopped that mental train in its tracks. What was wrong with you tonight?

You rinsed off the soap for him this time, allowing yourself one final quick gaze before he turned to face you again. The smile he had on his lips never lifted as he reached up to caress your cheek. “That was real nice,” he complimented. “I could, uh, wash ya next, if you’d like.”

“I showered earlier,” you responded, reaching up to hold his hand with yours. “But maybe next time.”

A low hum rumbled from his chest in response. “Next time,” he agreed. His thumb smoothed lightly across your cheek, trapping your face in with his other hand. Leaning down, he placed a tender kiss on your lips. You’d expected it to be quick, except he held you there, slowly drawing you in until your skin just barely brushed against his abdomen.

Your fingers flexed at your sides, itching to bring yourself even closer. Prior nerves have since been quelled, yet a different storm began to roll in. The urge was growing more prominent, though you still had to wonder if it were even possible for him.

Finally Arthur released you, slowly retreating to stand upright. The nearly nonexistent space between the two opened slightly as his hands slid down to hold you gently at your waist. He stared at you unblinkingly, blue-green orbs reflecting darkly through the partly obscured light. His gaze was soft, loving, it was almost too overwhelming. Your eyes averted from his, heat once again making its home on your face as a shy smile formed.

Though unintentional, your gaze seemed to drift toward there again. A brief glance lengthened when you realized his appearance changed. Now, he stood more prominent, somewhat elongated in a half-hardened manner.

Oh.

He stepped back immediately as if he realized where your attention settled. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Don’t mean to seem like a pervert.”

You peered back up to his face, noting the apologetic embarrassment written clear across it. It wasn’t even apparent to you that vampires could feel embarrassment, let alone sexual thoughts.

Then again, he did once explain how he still had human emotions. He’d proven that a hundred times over.

“You’re not,” you start. “I didn’t even know vampires could even…” trailing off, your eyes once again sinking below before looking back to him.

“We can,” he confirmed. “Jus’ been a while, guess I let my thoughts wander too much.”

Somehow learning this information was a relief, though it wasn’t for a selfish reason. You took a step toward him. “It’s been a while for me too,” you reached out to entwine your fingers with his. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Arthur’s hands squeezed gently around yours. The smile from before slowly made another appearance, though holding a bashful nature. “You’re too good to an old bastard like me,” he murmured to you.

You giggled at his words. “I think it’s well deserved…” you shuffled even closer, rolling onto your toes to kiss him again. A wall of solid muscle brushed against your soft exterior, drawing you in for more contact. In a moment of confidence, you broke through the last strings of hesitation and pressed yourself to his body. His hands immediately released yours, finding their place once again on your waist. Absent was the tender grasp from earlier, his hands seemed to have a firmer grip on you.

That wasn’t the only part of him that seemed to firm up.

Somehow, you were feeling adventurous.

Placing your palm against his hip, you wanted to test the waters. Your fingers traced a nonlinear pattern against his skin, drawing closer to the front of his body. You half-expected a reaction only to find none, at least for now.

The heart of your palm smoothed against the plain of his lower abdominal muscles, soft to the touch yet still solid, he showed no signs of tension. Curls of hair intruded your fingertips. Lower you sunk until you found what you were searching for.

You waited for a flinch, for him to pull back. He provided nothing of the sort.

With one smooth glide from hilt to tip, it only then occurred to you how robust he was. A certain thickness that your fingers could not fully reach around. Your own thoughts further progressed to a deeper, more carnal desire. The singular thought of taking him all at once stirred even more excitement deep in your core.

Pulling back from the lip-locked embrace, you smiled sweetly at him, pumping your hand slowly to milk that slack-jawed, half-lidded expression. He only stood there, thoroughly enjoying your touch. Thumbs smoothed against your skin only further encouraged you.

How would he taste?

You knelt down, giving him a thorough once over, drinking in every inch of him before arriving to his face. Drawing up a sensual gaze to offer him, you asked in a sultry tone, “May I?”

Arthur gave you one small nod. That was all you needed.

Darting you tongue from between your lips, you toyed with the pinch of skin underneath. It earned a shudder as you circled your tongue around the head, your eyes never leaving his face. Inching further, you engulfed him slowly, pleasantly underestimating how much space he occupied. He could easily reach the back of your throat.

You began to bob at an eased pace, allowing your tongue to do most of the work. The small sigh gracing your ears encouraged you further, faster.

Fingers smoothed against your scalp in small circles. His deep voice growled your name. He tangled himself within your locks, holding you there yet not forcing you to make him deeper. You appreciated that, rewarding him with haste.

Without a pause, you reached up to fondle him, offering a gentle massage. He seemed to enjoy that, hips twitching forward with restraint. It amazed you how careful he was.

His rough voice filled the shower, a mixture of swears and your name echoing against the confined walls. You pushed even further to take all of him, as difficult as that was, yet the way he gasped indicated his appreciation. The hand on your head curled into a fist, loosely holding your hair.

You did it again, gauging for further reaction. He groaned much louder, expelling a raspy “fuck,” before peering down at you with a subtle, yet pleading gaze.

Arthur was clear with what he was asking, and you hummed to him in approval. His smile widened, placing his hands on either side of your head before thrusting. He began with cautious and slow movement, able to fill your entire mouth with such small effort. You held still for him, allowing for him to use you in such a dirty manner. Soon his pace increased, burying himself even more with each passing second.

He praised you, smoothed your hair, tangling his fingers within it once again. He muttered sweet sins that would make a preacher blush. His grip on you tightened, and he whispered to you, “I’m close,”

Your eyes swiveled up to meet his, rubbing your hand against his thigh as approval. A hazy smile crossed his lips, taking your permission to give one deep thrust. With one sweeping movement he brushed against the back of your throat. You fought back a gag, keeping yourself still for him.

Yet he was fairly quick, pushing himself deep only a few more times before releasing a guttural moan, hips stuttering to a complete stop. It almost surprised you when a cool liquid spilled onto your tongue. When he stepped back and freed your mouth, you savored the taste and swallowed.

Arthur’s satisfied sigh caught your attention. “Ain’t had that in a while,” he mumbled, reaching down to caress your chin. Blue eyes glossed over with a lazy, star struck look. “Thank you.”

You stood up and smiled at him. “Only doing what a good girlfriend should do,” you said with a slight giggle.

Arthur chuckled lowly at your response. The tip of his thumb ran across your lips gently as the smile on his face turned thoughtful. “‘Spose I oughta return the favor,” he spoke, reaching behind him to turn off the water.

A flash of heat crossed your cheeks at the mere thought. Before you could say anything, his arms wrapped around you. With ease he lifted you from the tub, earning a squeak of surprise from you as he stepped out. A sudden shift from humidity to air conditioning was an indication of where he carried you. The chill on your wet skin was soon forgotten when he laid you on the plush comforter of the bed. Arthur’s grip on you soon lightened, wandering hands appreciating every dip and curve of you.

Lips caressed your neck, your collarbone, your chest. A trail of goosebumps followed, awakening senses burning within you. Each new touch drew in your craving for him even more. A soft moan slipped out and he hadn’t even properly touched you yet.

His presence hovered over your center, thick arms sliding beneath your legs to securely hook them. You peered down, watching as he adjusted to kneel between your legs. Eyes flicking up at you, he smiled and quietly asked, “You alright with this?”

You nodded to him. “More than alright.”

His smile widened, heading dipping further, his soft breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. Wetness upon your slit, you twitched in surprise from the chilled sensation in such a sensitive area. The initial shock soon replaced with an all-too familiar tingle that you’d only been dreaming about these past few months.

“Arthur…” you sighed out, closing your eyes and fully immersing yourself within your pleasure. He was much more dexterous than thought; ripples of ecstasy soon overcoming your body. Your legs trembled within his grasp, moaning louder when fingers decidedly explored your inner walls.

His tongue worked in tandem with his touch, an almost overwhelming sensation radiating from your core. If it hadn’t been for his other arm keeping you still, you would have bucked into his face. His name left your lips more times than you could count; a string of sighs and praises following. Your body craved more of his touch, more of him. The mere thought fueled you further.

Your peak was building much quicker than you anticipated. Your hips ground against his mouth selfishly in attempt to chase that high, though in a matter of seconds it vanished.

Giving a pleading whine, you peered down at him with a look of questioning. He smiled apologetically and smoothed his palm across your inner thigh. “Easy, darlin’, it ain’t a race.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, silently scolding yourself for that. The prior thought soon was overtaken, however, as Arthur trailed his fingers across your abdomen. He soon continued his ministrations, allowing for the bubble to build again. Arthur seemed to work even slower now, watching you with intense baby blues. A deep flush settled in your cheeks, turning your gaze away only for him to target a particularly sensitive spot. A toe-curling, squeal inducing rush cascading through your whole body.

“Fuck,” you gasped out. “Arthur, oh g-god…” you stammered, covering your mouth as if others would hear. He eased off, returning to his normal pace before attempting it again. “Arthur!”

His only response was a low hum. One hand trailed upward, the rough of his palm nearly tickling the sensitive skin of your stomach. Soon cupping the mound of your breast, he began to knead the soft flesh. Your eyes flittered closed, a sharp intake of breath when he pinched your nipple. He rolled the hardened pucker between his fingertips, torqueing gently. You hissed out his name once again.

It wasn’t much longer until your peak started to swell again. Fighting the urge to buck your hips into his mouth again, your back arched, hands fisting the comforter beneath, head tilted back, lewd moans sounded to the ceiling above.

Arthur was relentless, drawing out your pleasure with careful expertise. Absent of a quick build, every passing second was almost agonizing. You yearned to chase it, to vainly use his mouth. God damn him for holding you like this. Your high was imminent; your muscles trembling beneath your skin in desperate need to release.

And release you did. One complex drag of his tongue finally brought you over the edge. Every nerve sung as your body contracted, energy expelling in a high-pitched moan. He continuously lapped at you in a lazy manner, drawing out your climax until overstimulation took over, wriggling and trembling beneath him in attempts to pull away.

His arms slid from your legs just a moment later, and he crawled up onto the bed. Propping himself up on one arm, he smiled down at you.

Your returning smile was weak. With your heart racing and breath short, it was almost like you’d run a marathon. “T-thank you,” you managed to squeak. “Haven’t had a…a release like that in a long time.”

Arthur chuckled once. A hand wandered onto your stomach, lightly rubbing small circles against your skin. “Happy you enjoyed it, sweetheart,” he murmured to you.

You lay there, allowing him to trace patterns on your skin. Your heart slowly returned to normal, the last of your high finally dissipating into fatigue. Even as tired as you were, your body craved even more of him…

Your eyes opened to him shifting on the bed. He reached over you to grab something – a flash of pale silk appeared out of the corner of your eye, the provided pajamas.

“Thought those were for me,” you quietly said to him.

“They are,” he responded, placing them next to you. “Put ‘em on, then we can get underneath the covers.”

You gave him a look of confusion. “But I wanna continue…” you moaned to him, rolling over to face him completely. Your hands cupped his face to kiss him.

He didn’t hesitate to return the gesture, though quick and chaste. He pulled back slightly, offering an apologetic smile. “You were startin’ to fall asleep, sweetheart.”

“No I wasn’t,” you started to protest, interrupted by a deep yawn. “Just need a pick-me-up…” you began to sit up, wanting to straddle him. Arthur however placed a hand on your upper arm. An action absent of any sort of force, yet it stopped you in your tracks.

“It’s 4 am, you need to rest,”

“I used to pull all-nighters for school,” you pointed out.

Arthur sighed and shook his head, moving his hand from your arm to cradle your cheek. “That ain’t necessary, love,” he spoke evenly, boring into your eyes with such smoldering intensity. “You’ve had a long night, and I don’t wanna mess up your sleep schedule.”

You contemplated his words. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. The post-orgasm fatigue was just enough to finally simmer your brain down, and your eyelids were growing heavier. “Alright, I’ll go to sleep…” you resigned with a pout.

He smiled, softly running his thumb across your cheek. “Plenty o’ time for that, I promise.”

You hummed in response, your brain beginning to succumb the creeping fog. You managed to sit up, Arthur helping you into the ever-so comfortable silk set. The fabric felt like heaven against your skin, and soon you were tucked beneath the plush blankets. He settled in beside you. Through the heavy drowsiness, you had to smile to yourself. This was the first time you’d be sharing a bed with him, differing sleep schedules be damned.

His arm draped loosely over your waist, his body fitting against you perfectly. Even with his lack of warmth, you were comfortable enough not to care. His lips brushed against the nape of your neck before he whispered,

“Goodnight.”

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #vampire Arthur #vampire AU #Charles Smith #back on my bullshit

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mammonsvulva · 3 years

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Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!

On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)

I hope you have a great day!

Of course! I really hope you like it! :)

(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please don’t hate me🥲)

The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits

Lucifer❤️

Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off

MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon “culicagao” (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage

Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that she’d put a curse on them?

Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like “what the fuck do I do”

“I’ve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICAN”

(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)

“MAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????”

Mammon💛

Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs

Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse

Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like he’s genuinely terrified

He can’t keep up with anything she’s saying and feels like his time to die has come

Doesn’t say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that

“W-w-what happened? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )”

“I LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!”

Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him

Mammon thought it’d be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didn’t like her but listen to this

First thing the witch said was “Aren’t you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?”

(‘Oooh Ms. Girl you fucked up’)

Leviathan💙

Wishes he could have MCs confidence, ‘how does she respond like that 0•0’

He’s reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time

Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared

Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being

Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration

*PANICS* “I-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..”

MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game

Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said “I went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?”

Will let her handle it and he’ll be her Moral Support <3

Satan💚

Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath

Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious

Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything she’s shouting, makes her more upset

“What the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-“

“You’re Hot when you’re mad, Did you know that?”

Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO

When they’re BOTH mad at something it’s like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro

They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO

When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass

Asmodeus💞

Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers

Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that

Gets on MC for lashing out, “MC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?”

Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that

“That stupid b*tch from class posted saying “That Mexican transfer student isn’t pretty enough to be this annoying”

Almost explodes as bad as MC did

“MS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quick💖”

Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: “Aw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but don’t go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. Filthy🥱”

No mercy on the haters💔

Beelzebub🧡

Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then

MC just couldn’t keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN

Beel becomes more concerned than scared, ‘Is she ok? :(‘

Gets up to hug MC, hoping it’ll help calm her down a bit

She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried

“MC, it’s ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)”

She’s tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)

Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it

He may be a teddy bear but man don’t f*ck with his Chef

Belphegor💜

Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldn’t take any BS

MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now he’s awake, and heated

“What the f*ck happened?”

Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldn’t lash out like that for no reason

When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it

“Oh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldn’t be upset about it”

Assures her it’s not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him

Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)

Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ain’t no snitch

Diavolo♥️

At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)

Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up

He’s just laughing the whole time too, like MC isn’t furious

Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again

“Who is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?”

Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that it’s disrespectful to mislabel someone

Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC

Starts saying shit like “politas pa la rumba!” (I’ll buy beers for everyone¿) just to sound cool to MC

Barbatos💟

Barb doesn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesn’t really mind though

Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it

He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation

“Is there anything I can do to ease you, MC?”

It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon

Asks if she’d like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will

Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC won’t have to deal with their arrogance herself

Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)

Simeon🤍

Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways

When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg

*GASP* “MC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?”

Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?

Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words

“You’re lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful things”

Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever

Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though

He now goes up to MC when she’s getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)

“See? It’s ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)”

Solomon⚛️

Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it

Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what she’s upset about

“Period MC” “No way she said that! What a fugly b*tch” “Right, she’s just a hater”

Hypes her up all the time, even when she’s obviously in the wrong

Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like “who we talking shit about?”

Will get on someone’s ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MC😳💥

Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say “Cagué” when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her

Luke⛅️

Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive

Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him

MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons

“M-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* I’m s-scared *sobs more*”

MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul

Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed “Apologize now.” In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC too🚫🧢

Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasn’t Luke’s fault

Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time he’s sniffing the whole time :( 💔

I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3

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For the past six months, @pixeljazzy and I have been working on a playlist we felt could top last year’s, which was so well received!

We’ve broken it up into sections by individual love interests, multiple love interests, main character, and miscellaneous, which includes side characters, general vibes, etc. Underneath each song are lyrics we believed stood out to us along with explanations as to why we chose it. Like last year, the [p] is for PJ and [j] is for Jade.

Here’s the link to the playlist on Spotify, but we’ve individually linked the songs with each explanation as well!

We sincerely hope you enjoy our 2021 RODAW Playlist!

The Bay, Soft Glas. ft. Mulherin [j]

Leaving you alone is too hard (hard, hard) / I just never know where to start (with you)

I'm not used to leaving someone broken hearted / That might be what really makes this hard (It's hard) / I've never been with anyone this long / If I did it, I really miss you

The softness and apologetic tone of the song reminds me of Logan through and through. He’s so regretful for what he put MC through, both at the beginning when he was lying to her, and by the end when he thinks he’s ruined her life by simply being a criminal and dating her. And by leaving her he’s leaving the one person who’s loved him unconditionally and stuck with him through it all.

Call Me, Nav [j]

They taught me, "Don't forget where you came from" / I regret what I came from

Do you know how it feel to feel alone? / Bought myself a house, to feel like I ain't home / Driving by myself, ain't got nowhere to go / Are you really here for me, I don't know

I hope you mean everything that you told me / I'll try to come back to you, girl, I'm sorry / If you miss me, just call me

This song honestly reminded me of Logan’s backstory that we don’t know much of, besides the fact that he was thrust into a life of crime as a teen and as an adult he hates it. The other lyrics I added are kind of a glimpse into the future I think – wherever Logan is, whatever he’s doing, if he’s not with MC, the woman he loves, everything he accomplishes is gonna feel hollow. And despite him saying that he was leaving to protect her, I know in his heart he’d want her to find her way back to him.

Cold Case Love, Rihanna [p]

I’m torn apart and you know / What you did to me was a crime

We opened up a cold case love / And it got the best of us / And now prints, pictures, and white outlines / Are all that’s left at the scene of a crime / Of a cold case love

The first line reminded me of how MC probably felt after being betrayed by Logan, the one that was arguably supposed to be the closest to them, and then the second lyric is because at the time, MC left and that was the last Logan knew of them with nothing to stand for what they used to have until they eventually came back to help save the crew.

Compass, The Neighbourhood [j]

If I don't have you with me, I'm alone / You know I never know which way to go / I think I need you with me for all-time / When I need new direction for my mind

I've got something to confess / I keep you in my pocket to use / You're my only compass / I might get lost without you / (Could you tell me where to go?)

You're always there to help me when I'm down / I'm lucky you've been keeping me around / You're the star I look for every night / When it's dark, you'll stick right by my side

Like a magnet / Hard to imagine ever changing / Can't help that I'm attracted to you, I am / Could you keep on guiding me? Please

This is a quintessential Logan song – reading these lyrics, it’s like Logan spoke them himself to MC, and that’s why I included so much of the song. All of these remind me of him and his hopeless romanticism, but specifically the line about her being the star he looks for every night? Absolutely perfect. This entire song is like a love letter from Logan to MC.

Don’t Leave Me, Blackstreet [p]

I’m searching for the words to make you realize / That I really, really want you to stay

Don’t leave, don’t leave me girl

This song was giving me Logan vibes from the diamond scene where he’s like “I can’t believe I love someone” and MC is like “you don’t get to say that to me” or some shit like that because he’s trying soo so hard to explain himself to her and to make her not hate him.

Imma Dog, Ugly God ft. PnB Rock [j]

You say you love me, shawty, tell me why / 'Cause I'm a dog and I'ma probably be this way until I die / You say you always gon' be by my side / You say you trust me with your heart and I swear, I just wonder why

Okay, hear me out, I forreal have reasons for this to be tied to Logan. The only verse in this song that’s a non chorus one is related to cheating, but I’m choosing to ignore that for the sake of the chorus. I heard the chorus for the first time and it made me think of one specific moment and point in time in Ride or Die. These lyrics remind me of Logan’s attitude when he was being mean and pretending to be annoyed by MC to get her off of him – despite the facade he’s still in awe of the way she trusts him and cares about him even when he’s treating her like garbage.

Life’s a Mess, Juice WRLD ft. Halsey [p]

Uh, sometimes life’s a mess

Lookin’ for somethin’ real, then I found it

I’m too flawed to hold you down, but / Don’t wanna be here alone

Logan knows all too well how much of a mess life really is (first lyric), and the second lyric is basically what I think he feels about MC. He told MC in the beginning that he doesn’t really stay with crews or trust anyone but himself, but MC was that exception before the rest of the crew became that exception too. And then the third lyric is because Logan looks at himself as someone who probably doesn’t deserve MC, Vaughn even said he was morally obligated to tell MC that she’s too good for his cousin (yes it was a joke (was it) but it fits), but he still wants her anyway (“Look at you...then look at me. You’re going to be valedictorian. I never even went to high school...I don’t have anything, and I wasn’t anybody, and I knew that. I always knew that….Some part of me really wants you to mess things up for me.” - Logan, Ch. 3).

Unfair, 6lack [p]

Hope my mistakes don’t make me less of a man / ‘cause lately it feel like them shits really can / I’m prayin’ I don’t wake up all alone

But know I’m stuck between / What I love and who I love and / I know it’s unfair

The first lyric I feel like is pretty self-explanatory as Logan expresses remorse for his actions (him acting weird and tryna tell MC about his dishonesty in the club, him making the effort to apologize or explain in the diamond scene after the reveal) and it especially hits if your MC is romancing Logan because he doesn’t want to lose them. As for the second lyric, I was thinking about how he was probably stuck between doing what’s best for the crew and doing right by MC

While We’re Young, Jhene Aiko [j]

Baby while we're young / I think we should do something crazy / Like say, "Fuck everyone" / And just run away from the daily routine

I'm tellin' everybody you're mine and I like it / And I really hope you don't mind, I can't fight it

'Cause it's been another perfect day with ya / Wanna lay with ya / Spend the night with ya / Then spend my life with ya, alright

I'll go everywhere you go / You know I'll go, I'll go / Everywhere you go

I'm giving you my heart, please don't break it / Take it and lock it up and put me in your pocket, love

This reminds me of Logan and MC’s brand of romance that’s sweet and clumsy and a little bit reckless when it really gets going. They’re both cautious but they fantasize about throwing caution to the wind even more than they already have.

Angel With A Shotgun, The Cab [p]

I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back / I’ll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe

Sometimes to win, you have to sin

And I want to live, not just survive

Lemme explain because I feel like people may think this song is really really out there for Colt but I was listening to this song one day and thought of him, esp the last two lines I chose: I think of how Colt came up with the kidnapping plan and how it was so crazy because it was like wow he really was ready for murder if it came down to it, but Colt was basically like we need to do something big to outsmart them or else we’ll just be doing shit for them forever (‘sometimes to win, you have to sin’).

Born 2 Be Great, Lil Tjay [p]

I was born to be great / And I won’t let nobody tell me I ain’t / And I can’t stop, won’t stop

Growin’ up, I’m gettin’ old, start settin’ goals / Tryna make more money off my business and shows / And everybody gon’ hate, I’m great, I know / Everybody can hate, I’m great, I know

These lyrics just scream COLT to me all the way. He knows and believes he’s destined for greatness no matter what path he chooses because no matter what he does, he’s gonna succeed in the end. “I can’t stop, won’t stop” reminds me of how Kaneko wanted Colt to choose for himself what he wanted to do, and even though Kaneko tried to shield Colt away from the family business, that’s where Colt wanted to be. The second lyric is essentially Colt just knowing he’s gonna make money and that he won’t be liked (hated by other crews, police, etc.), but that won’t matter because he’s great nevertheless.

Chandelier, B.o.B ft. Lauriana Mae [p]

They say life’s about choices / In the face of defeat I declined / Put your soul into everything, never back down / That’s how you leave a legacy behind

Let my blood keep pumping, my heart keep beating / Shining like a chandelier

Making something out of absolutely nothing / That’s the definition of a survivor

Colt definitely felt ‘put your soul into everything, never back down / that’s how you leave a legacy behind’ because of how much he focuses on carrying on what his family has built, and taking all the risks necessary to keep that legacy alive and make a name for himself. I put ‘shining like a chandelier’ because that’s how bright Colt shines, as I believe he’s destined for greatness and wouldn’t allow himself to achieve anything but.

Down Bad, Real Recognize Rio [j]

I've been out of my head for a couple minutes, for a couple miles / Made the hair stand up on my neck / On a knife edge, comin' at me for my crimes / Got a mind that can leave you locked inside

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad, your deep desire / Carve my name on your soul, then I walk through the fire / Your voice so clear, like you say my name / You got mе runnin' for my life like this shit was a game / Got mе down bad, down bad to feel your touch

This song reminds me of Colt specifically during the gambling scene when he got shot and the last car chase scene, because MC is put in serious danger but it does nothing to shake her love for Colt. She’s scared for her life and her future but she’s still willing to put everything on the line for him and MPC.

Forever Ever, Trippie Redd ft. Young Thug [p]

You gon’ really have to hold me fuckin’ down, babe / ‘Cause I ain’t with the fuckery, that playing ‘round, babe

We Bonnie and Clyde but except the shots

He don’t love you like he should, I can love you better

First and second lyric are because they’re a team, and Colt sees MC as his right hand. In the life he lives, the people on his team gotta be down fr because there’s always a lot at stake. The last lyric is more conditional, as I feel like this could be him if MC was also romancing Logan because in the reveal, Colt’s like you deserved to know and in the car in the chapter afterwards that’s when he’s like bro we could run this whole shit etc. etc.

Impala, O2worldwide [j]

I been watching you from a distance / Sitting back and acknowledging your existence / I made a couple songs but you'll probably never listen / Shooting my shot but i'm always fucking missing / Setting my ego aside / Me and you can go together just like Bonnie and Clyde / I've been tripping over you just like my shoes is untied / And I tried to hit you up its like my confidence died but

I see you everyday but don't past corners of eyes / I'm just gonna act like I didn't see you close to that guy / Not gonna lie you got me head over ears / I'm tryna find love because I don't know just how it feels

Anyone listening to this and reading the lyrics is going to hate me because… is this the perfect “Colt pining for MC because she’s getting close to Logan” Love Triangle song, or what? I listen to this song so casually most of the time that I forget how sad the lyrics actually are. The first couple verses (not the third verse) fit the narrative so well. A lot of my favorite “Colt” songs aren’t ones where they’re outwardly admitting any kind of affection for MC – they’re the ones where it reads as Colt struggling with their feelings for MC and how to express them.

PTSD, G Herbo ft. Juice WRLD, Lil Uzi Vert, and Chance the Rapper [p]

I don’t belong, I see my past everywhere

I got a war zone on inside of my head

A million dollars ahead, I’m still angry and seeing red

I’m too paranoid, I make sure all my opps, they bled

This song always guts me because G Herbo is talking about all the people he’s lost, and for Colt, I imagined this was probably him after losing his father. Reminded of his past when he saw the remains of the shop, reminded of his past every time after that probably when he was rebuilding the shop. As for the million dollars, it’s like he could pull off as many heists as he could but he would never be satisfied until Brotherhood paid, hence the last lyric because honestly I don’t think it’s over until Shaw is dead (ik there’s a line in ROD where he’s like if we were even, he’d be dead, I just know it).

Sun God, Trippie Redd [j]

Went out my way just to love you / Right at the top, no above you / Right off the top, know I trust you / Ready or not, here I come, boo / And baby, you're hot, like the sun, too / Not too hot for me, no I'm sun-proof / Follow your lead, I'ma come through / Just you and me, baby, one-two

I think this is Colt way farther down the line if MC had the chance to really fall in love with him. He’s the type to value trust and loyalty in a bond more than anything else because he doesn’t do either of those easily at all. And I think that the line about being sun-proof is a cute callback to a lot of the fandom comparisons of Colt and Icarus – the title too and the lyrics just scream Colt to me.

Where Does The Love Go?, Maria Isabel [j]

Nightly negotiations with the moon, whoever's listening / All the miles between us got me messed up, got me trippin'

They say lovin' is easy / But not when one of us is leaving

Back on a plane / Two different coasts / When we're alone / Where does the love go? / What if you go / Forget the way home? / Running in circles but never together / So where does the love go?

The more I listen to this song the more I think this song is about Colt and MC. Colt’s not a clingy type in the slightest, but there’s no doubt in my mind that deeper into the relationship, both Colt and MC would have some doubts – the reason I say this is because I’m viewing the lyrics through the lens of Colt and MC doing long distance while MC is in college on the East Coast. This whole song is long distance relationship anxiety summed up perfectly and it’s so Colt.

Yellow Lights, 24kGoldn [p]

Don’t want no yellow light / don’t want no mixed message

For the crown, ‘cause we could achieve it

Love you now, but don’t you deceive me

Second lyric resonated with me esp because of that line in the book where he’s like “But the two of us? We put our brains together, you and me could run this whole town” so he knows he could achieve an empire with MC by his side. Last lyric is because Colt definitely doesn’t trust those around him and for those that he does trust, that trust doesn’t come easy. So MC, who managed to get past that, is loved, but would automatically lose a lot if she deceived him (now imagine….snitch MC? This line would hit a lot more because she ends up deceiving him so like he had a right to be wary of her holding his heart (like if we’re looking at the pov of him saying this lyric)).

Can’t Love, Trippie Redd [p]

She say she love me, I think she love me not / She say she love me, I know she love me not

How could you do this to me? / Yeah, yeah, I thought you, I thought you loved

Another Mona and her ex song teehee but I’m imagining this from Mona’s pov while she’s in jail like wow that girl never loved me like she said she loved me (first lyric) and how could she betray me like this (second lyric).

Favorite Mistake, Giveon [p]

Is my secret safe? / Safe with just you and me / We can’t leave a trace / This is my favorite mistake

Look in my eyes / Do you mind the lies? Do you feel alive?

Even when you’re gone / The feeling just grow stronger / Should leave it alone / But you’re getting closer

So I finally did a Mona route and GOD yes this song is about cheating (Mona and Hieron can’t relate) but we gon ignore that and just focus on these lyrics specifically because wow they really hit me like Mona for one was in denial of her feelings for MC from the jump and at some point she’s like god this is so ridiculous I can’t believe I’m feeling this way again so ofc she doesn’t want people to know she’s in love (like that time Toby is like man she is NOT happy about liking you! in the club scene) hence the beginning of the first lyric but at the same time….. she’s in love… so “this is my favorite mistake.” As for the second and third, the lies are that “I don’t like you” ra ra ra she’s only fooling herself and then it’s like yeah she knows her feelings are dumb but she can’t help but fall for MC anyway <3

Gonna Love Me, Teyana Taylor [p]

Sometimes we say things that we really don’t mean / We do things in between the lines

Please wait up for me ‘til whenever I get home / I know that you’re all alone / Thinking ‘bout what you’re gon’ do / I hope that you see it through, ooh, ooh

Why is it so hard to keep in touch

For the first lyric, I was thinking of the time MC says “Being with you makes a difference to me. It feels safer” and Mona replies that “It’s just an illusion. A blanket. And I’ve told you before not to count on me.” Yeah she said that wit her chest but ik she knows it’s more than that for the both of them. The second and third lyric both have to do with her being in jail by the end of the book (making it literally hard to keep in touch), and even though she tells MC not to wait up, a part of me thinks the vulnerable part of Mona would’ve hoped at least a smidge that MC would, and the last bit ‘thinking ‘bout what you’re gon’ do / I hope that you see it through’ reminds me of the advice in the diamond scene of driving Mona to the hospital that she gave MC which was that to move on, you just gotta keep your foot on the gas and look forward and that eventually, she’ll be somewhere better than she’s ever been.

Love or Lust, 24kGoldn [p]

It’s love or it’s lust, we just need to be clear / ‘Cause if you’re in love, then I shouldn’t be here

Would you walk eight thousand miles just to make me smile on a rainy Wednesday? / If so, then you gots to go, it ain’t mutual and I’m not pretending

Basically in the beginning stages of MC falling for Mona, Mona’s like oh hell nah (“I shouldn’t be here”) and she recognizes that MC likes her a lotttt (MC would definitely walk eight thousand miles to make her smile on a rainy Wednesday) and so she’s like fuck

PLW, Leon Thomas [j]

Left my fear right at the door (ooh) / She's an animal hunting in the wild, yeah (in the wild) / Doesn't move around or groove / But she come from the depth / That's why she's down to earth / An instrument of war

Baby ain't no beginner / I got love for my little winner / Flashing or finessing / That's why I mess with her, yeah

And you don't have to worry, yeah / 'Cause I know what's she worth / No, you don't have to save me / From my pretty little weapon

Ooh my baby smart, and she sharp, and she sharp, yeah / Pretty little weapon

I’ll never ever get over how this song fell into my lap and is absolutely perfect for Mona. This is for an MC who acknowledges that Mona’s a badass and that she loves her because of her strong personality and unwavering confidence because she knows she’s good at her job. The first verse is the best approach an MC could take – leaving her fear at the door because she knows someone like Mona could sniff it out. The line “No, you don’t have to save me / From my pretty little weapon” kills me, because it’s accurate – on Mona’s route, despite any betrayal, the MC is still in love with her and knows that Mona would never actually hurt her.

Sleeping With the Enemy, BbyMutha & Kindora [j]

Creeping around corners / I don't feel like myself / Studying your movements / It's a carousel / And I can't confirm that you / Mean what you say / And I'm pretty sure / That it's / Better that way

Why can't I trust in you / Am I slipping up / Over you / If it really turned to be the way / That I think / How bad could it be?

And I know that we could go for / Round and round like 123 / And I gotta question myself / Is it coming? / Possibly / And I gotta wonder / Am I sleeping with the enemy?

I'm watching my back / Like I got nothing left / I give you all I got / Wish I knew what was next

The first time I heard this song it was a toss up between whether or not it was a Colt and Mona song (or both) but I settled on Mona pretty quickly after a re-listen. Not only is the internal conflict in the lyrics a perfect description of Mona’s own battle, but it could be easily viewed from MC’s perspective as well. The idea of knowing it’s “wrong”, and mistrusting them but pursuing it anyways is quintessential early Mona route.

The World is a Marble Heart, AJR [p]

We could have been, we should have been / What your heart couldn’t handle

Run away, girl, ‘cause I let you / Now you found some other man, you see / I’m better off without you, ‘cause the man ain’t me!

I’m going right now / To the beginning / What you denied from the start / And now you can’t go breaking my heart

The world is a marble heart / It’s bullshit and we know it

I think the first lyric is definitely MC to Mona because Mona was afraid to allow herself to be in love, and then evidently their relationship couldn’t blossom because Mona ends up arrested (“we could have been, we should have been”). This song called out to me because Mona always comments on how MC’s heart got them into the Brotherhood mess, how MC always think the crew is something they’re not, so MC’s heart is the marble heart and the last lyric (“it’s bullshit and we know it”) is essentially Mona being like girl you know we are not what you think we are. The second lyric is because in a scene after the reveal, Mona drives MC to Riya’s house and MC goes I wish we could run off together and Mona is like just say the word and MC is like I can’t :/// and then Mona is like the only one stopping you is you, and then “I’m better off without you” is Mona being don’t call don’t write don’t text

Would You, Pink Sweat$ [p]

Would you die for me? I would die for you / Would you shoot for me? I would kill for you / Would you run up the bag if I needed you to? / Girl, all the things that I’d do for you / Would you do for me too?

I wanna know when it pops off that you gon’ be right next to me

This was giving Mona and her ex from that scene where MC got a glimpse into Mona’s past. Essentially, Mona’s ex and her were thick as thieves, and when they got arrested, Mona didn’t say anything and her ex did, so Mona was always ten toes down but her ex never had her (Mona) like she (Mona) thought she (her ex) had her (Mona)

Both of Us, YFN Lucci [j]

Stay with me when there's no one else to call / If you got me then I'm in it for the both of us

Look, ayy, do you love me like you say you love me? / Ay, do you vow to keep it cute when everythin' get ugly? / Ay, if I ever leave, girl would you come lookin' for me?

I think that this song and these lyrics fit into the title of the book and how “ride or die” each of the love interests are for MC and vice versa. I think the softer parts of this song are MC for sure, and Logan at times, and the second bullet point is Colt and Mona. For them, it’s more of a promise of loyalty rather than love like the earlier lyric is (which is why I think that’s a bit more hopeless romantic like Logan).

C U Girl, Steve Lacy [j]

I haven't seen you in a while, you know I miss you babe / When you hear this song, feel flattered, it's about your face / And how I miss it and I wish that I could see it more / But you're in college now and I'm about to go on tour

I love this song because it makes me think of the possibility of MC and the LI having a “song” – one where any time they hear it they think of each other. And that when they hear it it makes them happy but at the same time they’re forced do think about the distance between them and how much they miss each other.

Collide, Tiana Major9 and Earthgang [j]

Everybody's got opinions on our thing / Say we're flying down a path with no ending / And if I die before I wake / Ooh, don't let me wake up from this dream / When we collide / When we collide, it's a beautiful disaster / When I crash into you, you, you

And I don't care about the future or the past / Riding slow, 'cause you know the world's moving too fast

Without you, I'm just a fraction / Closing in on my demise / And I love you religiously / With everything inside of me / As long as I'm alive

So I think it fits for all three because the relationship is taboo since they’re criminals and she’s a valedictorian getting ready for college. Their relationship is sloppy and dangerous and comes to an inevitable end, and they both know that, so this song for sure encapsulates how little both the LI and MC care about that. They don’t that it’s a trainwreck, because colliding is all that matters :)

Heaven, Clairo [j]

Alone, for the last time / You're just a loner / Give it a try / And you're hard on yourself / And your laugh, it just melts in my hands / Lonesome in the streets

I'll get by with you on my mind / I'll get by with you on my side

I love the idea of this song being viewed as MC’s perspective of her LI, because I’m sure the other LI’s haven’t been appreciated in the way that she appreciates them. For example, the line about the laugh melting in her hands makes me think about how they’d react to her saying that to them. None of the LI’s probably have never been told their laugh is cute, and I’m sure they’d be confused about it at first, so this whole song gives me a cute late night summer drive vibe. Like the MC is in the passenger seat of Mona or Logan’s car or draped around Colt and she’s just appreciating the things she loves about them.

Heaven Ain’t Hard 2 Find, Tupac [j]

Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation / Hoping my information, elevates the hesitation / I can see it clearly now / Catch you smiling through your frown / I'm askin' Baby Boo are you down?

Heaven ain't hard to find / In fact you can have it just have faith / Just like a little kid, still believing in magic / It takes a lot of sacrifice / With all the lonely nights on tour / I need somebody I can trust in my life

Oh god help me identify me truest thoughts / Your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought / Come holla at me baby, love me for my thug nature / Far from a player hater, label me a money maker / Straight heart breaker

I originally added this song because it’s canon that Colt loves old West Coast Rap, so that makes me think he’s a huge Tupac fan. I can see him listening to this in his car driving down a California highway at like 2 a.m. On the other hand, though, the beginning of the song reminds me of the first meeting with Logan at the party, or the second meeting when they go to the car show – young love jitters and all that.

Keep Me Up, Charlotte Lawrence [j]

My heart starts beating and my hands start sweating / My chest starts sinking and sometimes will even start shaking / It's physical and emotional

And I don't want you all inside my head / And I can feel you running through my veins

When I say, and I say, and I say / That I want you in my life / But you stay, and you stay, and you stay / And you never leave my side / And you take, and you take, and you take / And you say you feel so nice, boy / And you keep me up all night

I think this fits with all the LI’s and MC and how they cope after the LI’s had to leave. Read it from both perspectives and it honestly fits so well for both of them – like the first couple months of restlessness staring at their ceiling while reflecting on how much they miss each other.

Kitchen, Kid Cudi [j]

Hmm, you wanna find somebody you trust and lay low / But it seems they all on the same mission / You wanna find somebody you trust and lay low / But can't stand the heat of my love, then stay out the kitchen

Oh baby here we are, I made a wish on shootin' stars / I ain't even mad at it, we made it this far

The attitude of this song reminds me of both Mona and Colt’s feelings about relationships – they both know they’re intense people and that they don’t trust or love easily, and that whoever’s interested in them needs to know that. They’re not going to apologize for it, but they appreciate anyone who sticks around and loves them despite that.

Meet Me Halfway, The Black Eyed Peas [j]

Can you meet me halfway, right at the borderline / Is where I'm gonna wait, for you / I'll be looking out, night n' day / Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I stay / I can't go any further than this / I want you so bad it's my only wish

I think of all three LI’s when I listen to this, because it fits into the idea of them struggling to maintain both of their lifestyles and have them mesh together. And it plays into the distance when MPC has to scatter.

Moonlight, Trippie Redd [j]

I can still be your man / I was tryna see your plans / 'Cause I was tryna have this dance tonight / Your body, girl, I'm a real big fan / And I cannot lose this chance / So, baby girl, grab my hand / This moment I'm waiting for, I fantasize / I just wanna be with you, I just wanna be with you tonight / Under the moonlight

This reminded me of the prom scene and how despite the chaos, all three love interests took the time to appreciate MC and soak up their last “date”.

out for the night, 21 Savage [j]

Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die) / Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde) / Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice) / She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype / But I'm out for the night (Straight up) / Out for the night (Straight up)

When I heard this song I could definitely see Colt listening to it, but I think the flirtiness of the song fits for all three love interests! Also, I mean… “she my ride or die” and “we like Bonnie and Clyde”? Self explanatory.

Part of Me, Teo [j]

I believe there's no one in your place / So much lovely / You can cure my mistakes / You reside in me no room for escape

You're my darling / You're my love / You're rocking all of your diamonds / All dressed up / And girl I lost my mind, no, I messed up / So now I'm knocking at your doors with my chest up

You're part of me / Come again and see / Diamonds make you sparkle

This reminds me of the prom scene from the LI’s perspective. And even more so than that, it reminds me of post prom/car chase where they have to say goodbye to each other the last time. It’s like a bittersweet tribute to MC about how much they mean to them and how much they’ll think about them when they’re apart.

Special, 21 Savage [j]

We got something special / I was finna text you / But I don't wanna pest you / Even if we ain't together (no matter we're forever) / I'm still coming to your rescue

Ride with me (ride with me) / Tell the truth and don't you lie to me (lie to me) / You know I need you on my side with me (side with me) / Tell the truth and don't you lie to me (lie to me) / Baby, roll with me (roll with me)

I'mma hold you down forever / You my round forever / They just want to use you, but I'm tryna help you

I think of Colt mostly with this song, but it definitely fits with all of the li’s in my opinion! Logan, Colt, and Mona would all approach their relationship with MC this way – constantly affirming that they’re there for MC no matter what, even if things go South with them, they’re always one call away. And especially the last line “they just wanna use you, but I’m tryna help you” that’s for sure an overprotective LI about the Jason Shaw situation and generally people taking advantage of MC’s kindness.

Drunk on Love, Rihanna [p]

Take me away / I wear my heart on my sleeve / Always let love take the lead / I may be a little naive, yeah

I feel like I’ve heard MC being described as naive, and even in the book Mona is like man it’s your damn heart that got us into this mess because you thought we were more than who we are, so yeah this song reminded me of MC.

Final Goodbye, Rihanna [p]

Thought that you would stay forever with me / But the time has come to leave

Promise you our love will carry on

Final goodbye, MC saying goodbye to their LI, you catch my drift.

The Good, the Bad, and the Dirty, Panic! at the Disco [p]

If you wanna start a fight / You better throw the first punch / Make it a good one

I feel like this lyric specifically is saying that if you’re gonna stand for something, you better give it your all, and it reminded me of how MC came up with the plan to defeat the Brotherhood in the last few chapters of ROD, and to get out of it, they really had to go all out (AKA MC telling the police everything, meaning the gang had to go on the run). Also, MC just nose-dived into this life and I feel like this lyric is like ‘well sis if you gon be a criminal you might as well do your best’ (and she did when she bodied her first heist I know that’s right, my driver forever <3).

Harder We Fall, Jessie J [p]

So, whatever path we choose to take / There will be highs and there will be lows, the same / Oh, we’ll never run from our mistakes / The harder we fall the harder we try again

I just feel like this is a good song for MC to listen to in the car on her way to Langston yk crying but the windows are down and the wind is wiping your tears so you just keep it pushing because you’ll live and you’re stronger than your lows.

House of Memories, Panic! at the Disco [p]

If you’re a lover, you should know / The lonely moments just get lonelier / The longer you’re in love than if you are alone / Memories turn into daydreams, become a taboo

I think of you from time to time more than I thought I would

I just feel like this is a perfect song for MC going through the motions of leaving their lover behind and thinking about the times they shared because her life with the crew will always be so drastically different than the life she was went to have (going to Langston, being the ‘goody two shoes’, etc.).

Let It Out, Trippie Redd ft. Myiah Lynnae [p]

I need to know, before I tell you, can I trust you?

Idk man this song really just spoke to me.

Saw You in a Dream, The Japanese House [j]

I saw you in a dream / You had stayed the same / You were beckoning me / Said that I had changed / Tried to keep my eyes closed / I want you so bad / Then I awoke and it was so sad

Haven't talked to you in months / And I thought that I might cry / But I'm not that kind of girl

All good things come to an end / But I thought that this might last / But you came and left so fast

I wonder if you'll come visit me again / You're taking your time to reappear / I'm starting to believe that when I call your name / You just don't hear me anymore / And I know that I shouldn't even try / It's a waste of time

I don’t think I need to go super in depth as to why this reminded me of MC, but I do see this as MC’s defeated approach to it in the months/years after meeting the MPC.

Silent Nite, Tink [p]

I put your joy and your feelings ‘fore mine / These days I’m angry, angry inside / No words to say (oh) / One thing to do / Move on and fall back from you / It’s gonna be a silent night / No one here to hold me tight / It’s gonna be a silent night / No one here to hold me, oh, oh I’m lonely / Lost for words (lost for words)

It’s a short song so I just put the whole lyrics in here LMFAO but I feel like this could be MC during her first few nights at Langston. For Hieron at least, I know she went through a range of emotions processing this new chapter without the people she holds dear, angry at the way this is how things had to play out, but all that’s left for her to do is get over it, move on, and get used to not having that support anymore (i.e. like if MC is used to cuddling with [insert LI], they deadass gotta sleep alone now f in the chat).

Smile, Juice WRLD ft. The Weeknd [p]

I’d do anything in my power to see you just smile / I want you to prosper and come proper / Even if that means I ain’t by your side

I spent every day right beside you (‘side you), ‘side you (‘side you) / A hundred pics of me on your phone / Now you’re someone that I used to know

OKAY so I’m absolutely obsessed with this song and the first lyric was definitely giving me Logan x MC because I feel like this is something he could’ve said during his goodbye, like saying something that vulnerable and heartwrenchingly sweet is def on-brand for him, but the second lyric I feel like fits all the LIs. Like because they were part of the crew, they spent so much time with MC, and now that they’re gone, MC has all those pictures and memories that they want to hold on to them so badly even though they can never be together again (‘now you’re someone that I used to know’)

Stuck With Me, The Neighbourhood [j]

Now I'm feeling guilty for it / Didn't wanna leave / Realized I'm less important / Than I thought I'd be, yeah / I'm not tellin' you for any certain reasons but / I just want your empathy

Our lives keep on gettin' shorter / Losin' opportunity / There might be some other ways of looking at it but / That's just what I see / I been gettin' over myself / Thinkin' about what you need / Then I realised that neither of us matter

You always end up stickin' to me / Somehow, somehow / You are stuck with me / So I guess I'll be sticking with / You are stuck with me / So I guess I'll be sticking with

So I think this song covers a lot of topics for MC. I think the vibe of the lyrics suit MC when she’s dealing with her relationship with her father, being pressured by Jason Shaw, and grappling with whether or not she’s making the right decision despite it all – homegirl was falling in love throughout all of it, too. Reading the lyrics with that lens made me think of each of the lines as a different conversation. The first part sounds like a tidbit of a conversation she could’ve had with her dad or about her dad. The next one is like a realization that despite how careful she is with her choices, nothing matters anyways, if the MC takes a nihilistic approach to it. And the last lyric is her conclusion with the LI that despite everything, she’s happy that she’s with her LI and she’s grateful for their loyalty.

worst behavior, Ariana Grande [j]

I been on my worst behavior / But, baby, I don't need no savior / I'm way outta line / But I kind of like the way I / Feel when I just don't give a fuck

This ain't no game, won't play with you / This time I know I'll stay with you / Just promise you won't say nothin' / Don't you be actin' like that, don't you be actin' like that, babe

Said baby it's just in my nature / To be a little troublemaker

Know you really like the way I / Taste when we kiss, you reminisce / But this ain't the last time / Just stay by my side

This song reminds me of rebellious MC before the gravity of the situation really hits her – the short span of time where she’s not worrying about being Valedictorian or college or her dad’s approval. She’s just living and falling in love for the first time. This could probably work for all LI’s but the specific “troublemaker” line makes me think of an MC who is trying to reassure Logan that she can make her own decisions.

1Day, PnB Rock ft. Ugly God [j]

Momma told me that I wouldn't be shit / Told her one day / I'ma be rich (huh)

One day, I'ma buy a big ass crib / One day, I'ma buy a big ass mansion / One day, all my fucking diamonds gon' be dancing / One day, I'ma fuck a bitch in the Hamptons / One day, I'ma eat the sushi with the salmon

Dropped out of college, everybody said I'm tripping / Told them be patient, but they ass wouldn't listen / Made it big time, now they fucking with the vision / Now I'm really rich, and my diamonds really glistening

The lyrics kind of remind me of the lifestyle that they live – whether or not they fell for the MC in the process, they all kind of have the motive of money and being successful in their own way. Even though the li’s and MC have their own shortcomings and wants and needs outside of MPC, I like to think of this song as an ego booster and probably representative of their attitudes when they joined MPC at the beginning. Reminds me of Logan especially since he joined the life so early and probably romanticized it for the longest time before it really went to shit. And to add to that, the last lyric is Colt all the way.

92 Explorer, Post Malone [p]

Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas’ glancin’ / When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin’

Made a lot of M’s, made a lot of moves

This song is literally all about Post Malone’s precious car so I was like LMFAO why not because everyone in ROD loves their cars and then the last lyric is because they be making a lot of money with their transactions/steals.

Best Friend, Saweetie ft. Doja Cat [p]

Beep beep, is that my bessie in a Tessie?

Listen... I feel like we were robbed of the peak best friend dynamic that could’ve existed between Riya and MC so this whole song is for them (also c’mon MC could’ve snatched a Tesla if she reeaaally wanted too so yup that’s Riya’s bessie in a Tessie).

Lost It, Rich The Kid ft. Quavo and Offset [p]

The Bentley don’t cost shit / I walk out the bank rich

Okay, drank sippin’, lane switchin’ / I done brought my gang with me

Ooh, I might snatch the coupe

First one because they really could get any car they wanted, second lyric because gang always together yk, and last one because they really be stealing cars out here LMFAO.

Royal Rumble, Lil Tecca [p]

My life is a movie, you not ready for that clip

It’s a Royal Rumble

ROD really is a wild ride (‘my life is a movie’) and the ‘it’s a Royal Rumble’ just reminded me of the fact that it’s basically a showdown between two crews where one wins in the end but at what cost.

Runnin’, 21 Savage and Metro Boomin [p]

Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’

We run the motherfuckin’ city

Fuck your crew, [redacted], we’ll kill your crew

First lyric is because literally everyone has to scatter by the end of the book, and the second lyric just gave me their vibes, whether or not they truly ran the city. The last lyric makes me laugh because Colt really was about to kill the other crew, the ‘we’ is a lilll bit loose in that sense though LMFAO because I know damn well Toby was not ready to go down like that.

Stuntin’ Like My Daddy, Birdman ft. Lil Wayne [j]

What we doing? Getting money / What they doing? Hating on us, but they never cross / Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss / And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy

Colt and Teppei don’t get along, but I like to think that Colt not only bumps this song in his car, but secretly imagines that him and Teppei run L.A. – either together or with Colt taking the reins.

Takin’ Shots, Post Malone [p]

Drinkin’ all night, but we ain’t done yet / Waitin’ on the plug, but he ain’t come yet

Already losin’ control, this is the life that we chose

The first lyric and this song overall just give me club vibes, like the underground one they went to where MC wears that neon fit. The part in the second line that always gets me is ‘this is the life that we chose’ because being a part of this crew was a choice for most, and they knew what comes with this lifestyle.

Trouble on Central, Buddy [j]

So the entire song is pretty much the idea “I wish life were better and I’m daydreaming about how good things could be for me”. And to be honest, I think that the vibes of that fit Logan when he was young and broke, but at the same time, I could see Colt bumping this song in a convertible.

VEGAS, ABRA [j]

The whole song reminds me of the gambling scene and the high stakes of it. It kind of reads like the MC trying to fit in with dangerous criminals while she’s there despite the MPC thinking she’s not ready for it

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