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anasticklefics · 3 years

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Remember?

Fandom: It

Characters: The Losers

Summary: Mike takes the Losers to the Barrens and they start remembering things, such as Richie being incredibly ticklish and not minding them tickling him at all.

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Richie expected a flood of memories to wash over him when Mike took them to the Barrens, but that wasn’t how it happened. The feeling of the place was familiar, and he suddenly knew this had been their spot; their haven during a summer that took too much and gave them even more. But for a moment he couldn’t think of a particular situation they’d shared, until they started pointing things out. There’s the hammock. There’re the bathing caps. He couldn’t figure out whether the slow realizations were worse than the idea of an overwhelmingly speedy reminder of a life he’d forgotten.

“Remember this?” Mike was pointing at something on the ground, and Richie nearly asked him to stop, stop, please stop, it’s too fucking much all at once, and then he looked anyway.

“A rotting comic book?”

“One of Eddie’s. Remember?” Mike sounded eager; eager for them to remember all he’d never forgotten. “He would bring a stack of them for us to read.” He turned toward Eddie who was blinking in sudden realization.

“I thought I lost that one,” he said, crouching to pick it up and stopping once he realized how unsanitary that would be, or so Richie assumed. “Shit, Mike, I-”

“W-wait.” Bill moved closer to look at it. “I r-remember this. I r-remember I once caught Richie r-reading it in here alone.”

Eddie rounded on Richie. “It was fucking you?”

Richie remembered. Remembered not returning it when Eddie was leaving that day. Remembered putting leaves over it to hide it. Remembered smelling it when he was alone because it smelled like Eddie used to; a scent so odd he’d never forget it now that he remembered it. Something clinically clean, combined with pre-teen summer-sweat they all shared, and something uniquely Eddie.

He raised his hands. “It was still in here! Can’t blame me for not looking. Also, how the fuck should I know you were looking for it. For all I know you left it here on purpose. Shit, you can’t be mad nearly 30 years later.”

Ben clapped him on the back. “You sound oddly defensive, Rich.”

“I’m being accused of misconduct! I’m not just gonna take it.”

“Like you used to take tickle attacks, you mean?” Beverly’s words were sudden, random, but it was as if she dumped a bucket of memories into each of their heads simultaneously. “Remember?” she asked, her grin so wide Richie nearly felt flustered. “We’d attack you to get you to shut up and you never protested. Barely fought back.”

“Oh, right.” Richie didn’t like Ben’s grin either. “And you’d never admit it when we brought it up.”

“I think you’re mixing me up with someone else,” Richie said drily, though he couldn’t stop avoiding their eyes. “Like, I don’t know, Eddie?”

“E-eddie screamed b-bloody murder if we touched him,” Bill said, and even though the grin was kinder and aimed in Eddie’s direction Richie hated how much it affected him. “Though I r-remember that n-never s-stopped you.”

“You had moments where you would attack us,” Mike said, recalling it. “But when we got you you never tried to turn the tables.”

Richie pointed at him. “I hate you. This is your fault.”

Beverly let out a laugh. “Oh, Richie, don’t get embarrassed. It was sweet.”

“No. Eddie was sweet. Mike with his dimples was sweet. I? I was sexy.”

Ben crossed his arms. “I see you’re changing the subject.”

Richie huffed, but didn’t reply. Truth was he could remember it vividly himself; provoking Eddie because he was a vicious tickler simply because he thought it would keep him from being tickled back, provoking Bill because he was merciless when he teased. Beverly never not going for the kill when she got involved, Mike laughing so hard along with him while Ben cheered him on and making it nearly worse. And Stan? Stan was always gentler about it, in a very ticklish way. Would always trap his wrists in a grip Richie could never break and poke at his sides until he apologized for whatever he’d said, which never happened. He rarely did more, but it was enough.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet,” Bill said, and Richie noticed he didn’t stutter, but that thought was quickly derailed when he noticed they’d all crept closer to him. “Is something the matter?”

“You’ve picked up too many British phrases over there, big Bill.”

“Changing the subject again,” Ben said, cocking his head at him. “You used to do that when we were kids, too.”

“Some things never change,” Beverly said. “Has this one not changed either, Richie?”

Richie knew it would be stupid to ask, but he felt extremely stupid in that moment. “This one, what?”

It was weird, being a grown up man and getting tickled by his childhood friends he hadn’t seen in 27 years, but it also felt- right? Like, right enough for him to not want to get away.

What the fuck.

They weren’t being too mean about it - though Richie’s embarrassment would beg to differ - and had only surrounded him but not trapped him. It would be easy, so easy, to break away and escape. A step to the side, focusing on fighting off one of them for long enough to flee, but Richie didn’t, just like he never had.

He remembered how safe he’d feel. How he trusted them so completely to allow them to do this. 27 years and the return of his childhood memories and that seemed to have not changed.

Bill, miraculously, was the one to attack first; fingertips on Richie’s sides in motions that felt so familiar, despite how long it had been. Richie distinctly remembered how good he’d been at it due to how much practice he’d gotten with Georgie. The perfect big brother hands, big and secure and unbearable as he went for your sensitive spots with an accompanying smirk.

“Y-you okay there?” he asked, his teasing the worst one because it was always so considerate. “You’re g-giggling.”

The others followed suit once Bill had got him going; Beverly on his neck with her stupidly nimble fingers, Ben worming his way under his arms in an oddly confident manner. Mike had gone for his belly, his wiggling fingers brief and mostly aiming to tease him just a little as he laughed.

And Eddie? That fucker was trying to lift his leg to tickle his foot for some fucking reason.

“I’m wearing shoes,” he bellowed, finding it important for some reason.

“I’m trying to take them off,” Eddie called back, and the whole thing was so surreal Richie had a brief panic that this was all It’s weird ass hallucination.

But none of it was torturous, so it couldn’t be It.

He fell down, maybe to grant Eddie his wish, but if anyone asked he’d say he tripped. The Losers mostly stopped at that, laughing fondly at him, with Eddie giving up on his quest and instead attacking his knees while Beverly gave his ears a quick flutter of her fingers. Richie couldn’t stop fucking giggling.

“This is c-cute,” Bill said, grabbing his phone. “I need to document it.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Bill- Jesus, stop, stop!”

“That’s the first time you asked us to stop in the past 30 years,” Beverly said, stopping all the same.

“He probably got performance anxiety from the camera,” Eddie replied, giving his knees one last squeeze. “Isn’t that so, Richie?”

“I will murder you all.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “When one poke got you giggling? I don’t think so.”

“Okay, okay, but you would scream when we tickled you.” Richie sat up, trying to rub the ghost tickles off of his skin. “Remember?”

Ben let out a laugh. “I don’t think you’re getting out of this one, Rich,” he said, offering him his hand to pull him up. “Just accept defeat.”

Richie deflated, but Beverly grabbed his arm and squeezed it. “Don’t sulk. This stays between us.”

“That’s not a consolation.”

Only it was and they all knew it.

#tickling #ticklish!richie #it fic #the losers club #tickle fic #mine #ana's fics #remember?

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carpathxanridge · 2 years

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im so happy i was able to find a suit off the rack in time for my cousin’s wedding this weekend!!! the shirt is super ill fitting, so i wont b able to take the jacket off… and i am going to the tailor tm to see if they can shorten the jacket sleeves just a little bit by thursday (if not ugh i will look a bit silly). but i actually look really nice in the suit ;’) the pants fit perfectly and the tie is superrrrr sexy it’s goldish brown shinyness with a navy background to match the suit and also little perriwinkle blue dots going down the center and since im wearing brown shoes it looks so good. i will def get the shirt fully tailored after the wedding too bc it was more expensive than the suit jacket lol it’s a textured off white button down. i do feel bad because the suit itself is from primark and it’s fast fashion and so tacky but… i knew from experience that well-constructed off the rack suits are pretty much all insanely broad in the shoulders for me, there’s a reason why i needed an unconstructed jacket for the linen suit i bought this summer. but i had a suspicion primark might fit from previous online wisdom ive received and it does so…. just glad i didnt have to resort to wearing a women’s jumpsuit or something. and the shirt and tie make it look not so shabby and r good investments themselves i will def wear again. AND the shopping trip took less than two hours which is possibly a record 4 me. so i m very very happy. my mom made fun of me for being vain when i tried the whole ensemble on at home but can u blame me? im a crossdresser with a freshly buzzed head of hair my aunt is gonna scrutinize me so badly i can’t afford to not be vain. if im gonna be the family crossdresser i can’t be a completely mediocre one. i know im nowhere near a good crossdresser yet but im aiming for at least competent. not the 99th but maybe the 65th percentile compared to the male wedding guests.

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soulwillower · 4 years

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i hate you • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: ‘hate sex w bill.. just saying..’ do it.. just saying 😳 + girl if u do hate sex with bill... we have no choice but to stan!! + GIRL if you post hate sex with bill i will PASS OUT please do it

warning: swearing, smut, hate sex, kaspbrak!reader oop, brother’s best friend!bill bc im a slut for that shit, rough smut, mild degradation, dirty talk, some cumplay ngl, choking, unprotected sex, unedited lol

jesus u guys i’m...., wow

[losers + reader are 18+ in this.]

1.8k words

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"ma, we're home!" you hear eddie call as he walks through the door. you grin, glad that your brother's finally back and you're not alone with your mom in your boring house.

you fly down the stairs, "eddie, i have to show you thi-" you cut yourself off when you see he's not alone. "oh. why's he here?" you say, gesturing to bill denbrough, one of eddie's best friends, as he toes his shoes off behind your brother.

he's always been a dick to you - so you've always been a bitch. he deserved it, though. no matter what your brother said.

both of them roll their eyes, but bill speaks first. "g-good to see you t-too, sunshine." he says sarcastically, shooting you a sneer that had no business being as sexy as it was. "why are you here?" you direct it at bill this time. "he's staying over. ma said he could have dinner with us." eddie says quickly, brushing past you with a warning look that says: behave, y/n.

bill winks at you as he slips past you, chest pressing against yours. you cross your arms as your cheeks heat up.

"does he have to be here?" you whine, glaring at bill's head as he talks to your brother at the dining room table. "y/n. be nice, he's a good boy." your mom smacks you lightly on your arm and you sigh, shaking your head. you look to eddie and he sends you a look, making you roll your eyes again.

everyone in this fucking house likes bill more than you. "no he's not." you mutter as your mom thumps out of the dining room and towards the kitchen. bill looks at you, "you kn-know, y-you're not very f-fun to b-be around yourself, y-y/n."

you scowl, "fuck you, bill. can you just leave? nobody wants you here." you spit as you sit at the dining table, crossing your arms.

"i-i think im w-wanted here more than y-you." the boy says, lifting a brow at you with a smirk. you gasp and look to your brother, who holds his hands up. "c'mon, don't make me do this again. i'm staying out of it." eddie mutters sassily, rubbing his eyes. you kick him in the shin and he glares at you. bill butts in. "i know that y-you're happy to h-have me over for d-dinner, y/n. you d-don't have to lie." he says with a teasing grin. you want to punch that cocky grin off his stupid sexy face.

"i would rather marry that trashmouth asshole than willingly spend an hour with you." you state, glaring at him. he rolls his eyes, jaw clenching. “i’m gonna strangle you.” bill responds with a dirty look, making you scoff. “you wish you could." you spit. he glares at you but before he can speak, eddie slams his phone on the table.

"DON'T!" he yelps, face red in anger. you roll your eyes as you look to bill, who smirks at you. you have to tear your eyes away at that look and you listen as eddie starts to harp on you for being rude to his best friend, all of you shutting up when your mom walks in, serving dinner.

when dinner was done, you'd escaped to your room after clearing the table without a run in. you'd just finished showering, wearing only panties and a shirt as you sneak down to the kitchen for some water. you jump as you walk in to find bill scrolling on his phone, face lit up by his phone. you immediately scowl as he looks up at you.

"i l-like the look." he says, eyes running up your figure suggestively. although his eyes make you clench your thighs, you turn red and scowl. "why are you even still here? eddie's just went to help bev with homework." you mutter. bill shrugs, "h-he's coming back in an hour. im s-staying the night, it's p-pointless to go home for an hour and a h-half."

you roll your eyes. "whatever." you say, watching warily as he rakes his eyes over you. "what? you like what you see, douchebag?" you ask, snapping your fingers so he looks up at your eyes. he smirks, "k-kind of. if only you weren't such a-an unbearable b-brat."

your jaw drops and you stalk up to him. "says you. you couldn't fucking handle me, denbrough. you're too much of a coward." you spit. he drops his phone on the counter and it clatters in the quiet. "r-right. and now you're just trying to p-piss me off, huh? s-so desperate." he whispers, green eyes dark as he looks at you.

"i hate you so much." you say, mustering the best glare you can. he raises his eyebrows. "oh, r-really? is th-that why you're s-so wet right now?" he says. your jaw drops - how did he know?

he laughs at the look on your face. “you’re so t-turned on already? th-that was fast,” he says, moving closer but not touching you. you're breathing heavily through your nostrils. "did you get wet when you saw me walk through that door earlier?" he whispers, smirking like the devil he is.

"you'd like it if i did." is all you can say. he just chuckles and before another stupid thing can leave his mouth, you're pushing up onto your toes to kiss him harshly.

he laughs mockingly into the kiss, his hands gripping your hip and pushing you into the kitchen island. his tongue is strong and warm as he slides it into your mouth, making you let out a small, involuntary moan.

"what? d-does that feel good?” he says against your lips. you roll your eyes as you pull back. "fuck you, denbrough." you say breathlessly, your lips plump and chapped from being mauled by his own.

he smirks, head dipping to nip at your neck and you grip his shoulders. "don't leave any marks." you order, making him mutter against your neck, "y-you don't get to t-tell me what to do, princess."

he bites down on your neck after this, making you yelp. his head snaps up, "sh-shut up, y/n. d-don't want s-sonia hearing, hm?" he asks lowly, rutting his hips against yours. you whimper quieter this time, rolling your eyes despite it. he’s already hard and you feel him against your stomach, waves of lust coursing through your body.

you fucking hate him. "think you can fuck me like you mean it, denbrough?" you say. it's a challenge, and the look in his eyes shows that he knows that.

quickly, he flips you around, pressing you against the island so your chest lays against the counter. he squeezes your ass in his large hands before pulling your shorts down.

you crane your head to look at him with a glare, "if we get the kitchen messy, eddie and my ma will kill you." you spit. he leans forward with a glare of his own and you feel his bare cock against you, big, warm, and dripping with precum. in a quick moment, you thank god for birth control.

"i'll have to cum inside you then." he whispers, hand pressing your back so you lay flat against the cool marble of your kitchen island. you shiver at how how that was but quickly become impatient as he teases himself on your slit and rubs your clit, making you buck your hips in need. his hand stops your movements and he pushes you harshly against the counter. “s-stop it.” he barks, lining himself at your entrance finally.

he pushes into you swiftly, making you gasp in pleasure and discomfort. he's so fucking big, but you bite your lip so he doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you like this. "th-think you can take it?" he asks mockingly. you mutter a shallow, breathless and broken "i fucking hate you."

he laughs mockingly and pulls out, slamming into you at your words. you gasp, hands clutching the edge of the island as he thrusts harshly into you, the feeling of his cock stretching you making you whimper in bliss.

a sharp pain on your ass cheek accompanies the sound of a smack and you drop your head onto the marble, loving the stinging of bill's hands smacking your ass as he pounds you into your kitchen counter.

"t-taking me so well. f-fuck, such a d-desperate bitch." he mutters, hands running up your sides as he fills you, hips snapping into yours. you hate how hot his words are and how good he feels pounding into you.

you can't say anything and your legs are weak as his arm sneaks up, his fingers gripping your throat. you moan weakly as he squeezes his fingers and you think back to dinner. good to know he was not joking when he said he could choke you.

“you like my hand wrapped around your th-thoat, d-don’t you?” he says into your hear, squeezing and smirking at your flushed face as he snaps his hips. “s-say it.” he mutters.

you let out a broken half-moan half-sob, nodding, “yes, f-fuck. i love it when you-when you choke me.” your face is red as you speak, feeling humiliated in the best way. he laughs at your words, hips snapping impossibly deeper and making your toes curl in pleasure. “wh-what do you say?” he mutters, fingers squeezing again. you gasp, “th-thank you, bill.” you mutter.

he laughs maliciously, kissing your cheek as he fucks you into the counter. it’s delicious in the best way and you hate yourself for loving it.

"bill!" you whimper quietly as you clench around his cock. he groans, hitting you deeply and squeezing your throat harder. you whimper, tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

the feeling is overwhelming and his size and skill alone makes you realize you're about to cum. "oh my god." you mutter, voice broken as his grip on your throat doesn't let up.

"already cumming around my cock, hm? pathetic." he mutters into your ear. you squeeze your eyes shut as you cum, whimpering as your legs go weak and you hit a peak higher than any you ever have before.

"aw, are y-you crying?" he says tauntingly, making you whimper, the feeling of his cock thrusting hard into your sensitive pussy making you weak. "poor y-y/n." he whispers, sucking a mark onto the spot under your ear, hand still on your throat.

he pounds into you a few more times before his thrusts get weaker, groaning into your hair as he stills, muttering your name as he cums. he pulls out of you without any warning, making your legs almost give out and he chuckles, pulling your chin to the side and kissing you hotly on your mouth.

you hear him pull up his sweats and then he's pulling up your panties, rubbing your sensitive clit over the fabric and making you yelp quietly. he pats the seat of your underwear. "k-keep me in there, why don't you." he spits in your ear teasingly, slapping your ass as he pulls away, walking out of the kitchen.

you stay leaning against the kitchen island for a few moments, catching your breath and trying to comprehend what you and bill had just done, and why it had been the best sex you'd ever had.

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough smut #losers x reader #bill is 🤤🤤

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d-criss-news · 4 years

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Royalties Soundtrack Listening Event | Darren Criss Chat (July 7th, 2020)

Darren Criss 18:02:04

wait ha

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Darren Criss 18:02:08

sorry yall

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Darren Criss 18:02:12

this is confusing me of course

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Darren Criss 18:02:29

this is new for me too friends

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Darren Criss 18:02:45

well i'm here but I can't hear shit so gimme a sec

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Darren Criss 18:04:00

well I'll just keep typing here guys

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Darren Criss 18:04:04

bro

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Darren Criss 18:04:07

wilma

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Darren Criss 18:04:15

i'm tryin

Darren Criss 18:04:57

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What was your favorite song to write for the show?

They each were really fun so that's hard to say but Hate That I Need You surprised the hell outta me

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Darren Criss 18:05:30

bettic72

darren non capisco un cazzo

anchio pero sti cazzi siamo qui

Darren Criss 18:05:49

genevievephillips

point and laugh at darren

yes let's laugh at him

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Darren Criss 18:06:18

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You inspired me to write my own songs 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

thanks for writing the first positive thing I've seen on this. That's wonderful! I hope to hear them!

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Darren Criss 18:06:43

clo :)

i love that we are all grandparents when it comes to this

thank you for using the appropriate WE pronouns ha yeah this shit is confusing

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Darren Criss 18:08:44

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Darren how do you deal with stage fright .... i’ve been preforming in front of people for a while and i i still get scared . Does it ever go away ?

i guess it depends on how big the crowd is. everybody's different but I will say any kind of fright means you care, which is a good thing! Also the thing people forget about performing, for the most part, is you can't SEE the audience, most of the time they're in the dark. That's why performing for friends or in a small space where you can see everyone is much more nerve-racking

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Darren Criss 18:08:57

Dana

Darren can we have a royalties tour once rona is over???

wouldn't that be fun!

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Darren Criss 18:09:15

emilybutcher30

darren can you start streaming on twitch please haha i love you

ha can't compete with King Urie man

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Darren Criss 18:10:06

jake2000w

Darren, I know it’s all weird right now, but do you have any idea when we might see Nerdy Prudes Must Die?

what a good question. I have no idea but I've been wanting to see that show for almost as long as I've wanted to make Royalties. The boys have been talking about that one for a while now.

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Darren Criss 18:10:16

jesiqseigle56

Can you like respond .

like yeah

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Darren Criss 18:10:27

abbyforsmark

has Darren even said anything on this?

nope nothing

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Darren Criss 18:12:39

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Did you write each of the songs with the performers in mind or did you cast them afterwards?

great question. Except for "Also You," which was written with Jackie Tohn for Jackie Tohn, we had no idea who would sing each song. I did the demos for almost all of them and then we had to pitch actors/artists to see if they'd be interested... which wasn't as hard (luckily) as seeing if they were AVAILABLE... which many weren't given the short time we had to make the show. Hopefully we can get some of those folks on for the next season IF THEY'LL LET US HAVE ONE!

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Darren Criss 18:13:52

delfi

darren royalties is so good i'm fucking proud of you

thanks for watching it, truly. I know the Quibi thing is strange for people so I appreciate you giving it all a chance : )

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Darren Criss 18:14:04

Caitlyn A :)

if you see this kick your shoes off

I would but no shoes

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Darren Criss 18:14:27

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come to the uk challenge

god i wish.

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Darren Criss 18:15:39

damn someone said "travel to UK challenge" and I meant to respond "find a vaccine challenge"

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Darren Criss 18:17:08

i can't hear any of these songs but I"m just gonna start saying random shit about them

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Darren Criss 18:17:16

first off, i really wanted a theme song

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Darren Criss 18:17:23

that was a whole thing

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Darren Criss 18:19:18

Had to cut through a lot of red tape to make sure we had that silly song in there. We were already in the middle of post production when I finally got it approved, but it had to be under 15 seconds. I wrote 3 diff versions. So glad it ended up working. Theme songs accomplish so much in such a short period of time. Establishes tone. Gives the audience an almost Pavlovian response to the familiarity of the characters... I'm happy with it

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Darren Criss 18:20:12

also the "doo doo doo" lyrics are meant to sound like "scratch vocals" when songwriters record vocals with temporary gibberish lyrics with the intent of filling them in with real ones later

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Darren Criss 18:22:29

Just That Good was a concept that started the entire 1st season, and it was one of those instant-songs where Nick and Matt told me the title and I immediately had the hook just from those words. That only happens every once in a while and I was so happy it did for that song. The tricky part was writing the rest of it, but the back half of the song with the chorus repeating that one refrain over and over- that was the melody from the get go

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Darren Criss 18:23:08

I'll get back to Break it In, kick your shoes/let your hair, and kong later... i'll just go off on this one

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Darren Criss 18:23:48

so I wanted to nod to the grandeur of everyone's favorite vampire elf, Jared Leto

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Darren Criss 18:24:05

not HIM specifically, but 30 seconds to mars' very BIG music videos

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Darren Criss 18:24:29

i dont jared is a buncha self centered nutcases like our guys in SWITCHBACK JACKET

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Darren Criss 18:24:37

* i don't think Jared...

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Darren Criss 18:25:38

anyway yeah "so much better..." comes from a lot of the 90s alt rock that I grew up on, and the mix of that sound with a bit of electronic production was an effort to contemportize it as much as possible

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Darren Criss 18:26:26

but the rhythm guitar, lots of power chords and high octaves were all harkening to my fave bands like Lit and Eve 6... but put through a strange bizzaro nickleback/creed performance filter

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Darren Criss 18:26:55

"make you come true" is obviously a very salacious play on words

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Darren Criss 18:28:27

so the only way to make it feel earnest is if we made the track itself sexy as possible. A lot of the songs, even without being written, leant themselves to a certain genre just by the title, and this one was kind of a no-brainer. Sexy mid tempo r&b. And I didn't even know we'd get Jordan Fisher to do it- who SMASHED the vocal.

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Darren Criss 18:29:42

lauraacampbell-12

DARREN CHORDS OR LYRICS FIRST WHEN WRITING A SONG?

it's different every time but for this show specifically it's always title/idea first, and then the song comes from there. But that's because we're writing a show, so we have the luxury of getting to write from a specific place. It's much harder to do that in your own life when you just want to pull a title/idea from your own experience of life. I commend people that do that all the time.

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Darren Criss 18:30:06

what's NUTS about prizefighter is...

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Darren Criss 18:30:24

it was originally a song called LONG RANGER that BONNIE MCKEE sang, who I wrote the song with

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Darren Criss 18:30:38

and in the video we had CHRISSY TIEGEN lipsynching

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Darren Criss 18:30:44

it was bananas

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Darren Criss 18:31:26

we ultimately couldn't use the song because of some complicated writers shit- not too dissimilar from the things we explore in our own show, which is just totally ironic.

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Darren Criss 18:32:56

we were so bummed that we couldn't use the song but I'm actually really really happy with PRIZEFIGHTER. I love the song, and I love how it turned out production wise. I love how much of a massive influence latin x rhythms have had across the entire spectrum of mainstream music, so I wanted try my own hand at nodding to it!

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Darren Criss 18:33:08

Lara :)!

Ahhhhh so was that the pilot song you were talking about last week?

that's the one

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Darren Criss 18:33:45

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You have inspired me to learn piano I already know how to play teanage dream now

you can thank Bonnie Mckee aka Kimmy Kelly for writing that song!

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Darren Criss 18:34:01

ok then there's the k pop song

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Darren Criss 18:34:08

honestly i had no idea where I was gonna start on this one

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Darren Criss 18:34:22

full props to the brilliant CJ Baran who I wrote this song with

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Darren Criss 18:34:39

we were just toying around with very industrial-sounding samples

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Darren Criss 18:35:21

and I started singing Edvard Grieg's "in the hall of the mountain king"

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Darren Criss 18:35:33

and he was the guy that was like YEAH JUST PUT IT IN THERE

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Darren Criss 18:35:46

and i realized, oh yeah, that song is public domain

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Darren Criss 18:35:59

and kinda ties perfectly to the nature of Elia Peck and his songwriting... huh.

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Darren Criss 18:36:05

So we went for it from there.

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Darren Criss 18:36:17

based the lyrics off of what the Neals say in the room.

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Darren Criss 18:36:34

and then just wrote a bunch of ALMOST nonense lyrics about things that you could HATE that you NEED

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Darren Criss 18:36:40

things like available wifi...

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Darren Criss 18:37:01

artistinal mai-tais.... yeah I guess if you really really liked those you could HATE that you NEED them...

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Darren Criss 18:37:04

etc etc

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Darren Criss18:38:16

but the idea was to have Mariam Hale's character hardly do ANYTHING on the track, since she, as the audience sees, doesn't really have much to offer... so we just built it around this huge track with crazy lyrics that just tees up a tag for her to say without even having to sing: I HATE THAT I NEED YOU

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Darren Criss18:38:43

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I have classes in 10 minutes, and I'm not leaving until you dedicate a Royalties song to me.

looks like you're gonna miss calss

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Darren Criss 18:39:09

"calss" ha. which is like "class" but like... different.

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Darren Criss 18:39:32

alrighty PERFECT SONG

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Darren Criss 18:39:38

i really love this song as well

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Darren Criss 18:40:02

the reveal of this song is that they keep talking about this "perfect song" they've written

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Darren Criss 18:40:26

in other words we're teeing up a pretty big expectation of what a perfect song could possibly sound like

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Darren Criss 18:40:36

the reveal of course is that the song itself is in fact just called "perfect song"

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Darren Criss 18:40:43

which is ABOUT a perfect song

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Darren Criss 18:41:07

and about TRYING TO WRITE a perfect song, and how that's not necessary when you have someone that IS the perfect song

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Darren Criss 18:41:20

when we wrapped our heads around that idea, I really loved it

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Darren Criss 18:42:10

you'll notice we reference a lot of incredible songs, almost citing them as perfect songs themselves

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Darren Criss 18:42:14

ain't no mountain high enough

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Darren Criss 18:42:55

of course leonard cohen's seminal Hallelujah

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Darren Criss 18:44:05

and of course Britney's Oops I Did It Again ha ;)

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Darren Criss 18:45:00

the Oops being a layered joke of being annoyed with oneself that they AGAIN unwittingly wrote a lyric for already massive song, but in doing so citing yet ANOTHER already massive song... if that makes any sense

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Darren Criss 18:45:27

sorry for the typos yall i'm moving fast, i'd never let this shit slide if it wasn't a casual chatroom vibe

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Darren Criss 18:46:37

emzlolly1234

Did you know you wanted there to be a romantic thing between pierce and Sara?? :))))

yes that was actually our original "pilot presentation" episode. the one with the song LONE RANGER and Chrissy Tiegen. It was a longer version of what would become episode 7. We THINK it's a romantic thing but you realize that Sara is just playing Pierce to get the song she needs. That was always the premise yes.

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Darren Criss 18:46:51

luzmargotramos

if you reply with a single dot I'd probably die

then I better steer clear of any dots

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Darren Criss 18:47:04

ALSO YOU was an amazing lightning in a bottle moment

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Darren Criss 18:47:09

FULL CREDIT TO JACKIE TOHN

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Darren Criss 18:47:22

i always enjoy giving credit where credit is due

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Darren Criss 18:48:24

and I came in pretty hot for most of the songs- concepts, chords, style... but this one literally was a simple as Jackie Sitting down and just playing "It's you I love but also you and also you and also you."

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Darren Criss 18:48:37

we all just looked at each other going, welp, yup, that's it, jackie you fuckin rule

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Darren Criss 18:49:28

the song would have ended up very differently if she hadn't brought that to the table. the original episode and song was "one true loves" which isn't nearly as good of a gag/title as "also you"

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Darren Criss 18:49:50

i ended up squeezing "one true loves" into the bridge, but of course, kept ALSO YOU as the main event

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Darren Criss 18:50:02

i will say I was also trying to spoof my brother's old band, FREELANCE WHALES a little bit

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Darren Criss 18:50:26

if you guys know the song "generator first floor" where they sing ay ay ay ay ay a lot...

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Darren Criss 18:50:35

... as a lot of bands and songs had featured at the time...

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Darren Criss 18:51:00

i wanted to put them all in one joke. where a band sang not only hey hey hey but ay and EE and AYE and OH and basically all the vowels

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Darren Criss 18:51:10

which was where the joke of,

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Darren Criss 18:51:20

a, e, i, o, and also u

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Darren Criss 18:51:21

came from

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Darren Criss 18:51:32

which i'm particularly proud of

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Darren Criss 18:51:56

ok let's talk about BREAK IT IN

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Darren Criss 18:54:16

lxucxthxrxnx_

I’m a musician myself (not that great lol) what was it like coming up with the melodic side did you play any instruments for the songs?

i played instruments on all the songs except Break It In and I Hate That I Need You, since those were all electronic. That's not to say i played EVERY instrument but I definitely played AN instrument of some kind for the others.

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Darren Criss 18:55:34

as for break it in... anyway... yeah that was a blast. Nick Lang and I collaborated with my buddy Kendo who goes by the artist name KingJet.

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Darren Criss 18:56:54

Kendo has worked on a lot of legit songs in the hip hop space. For each song I wanted to make sure there was a level of authenticity to what we were doing. I didn't wanna SPOOF the songs. I wanted the songs to sound rock solid and that it would be the LYRICAL CONCEPTS that would be the source of satire. So Kendo was a great guiding light to keep the track as authentic as possible.

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Darren Criss 18:59:47

We explained to Kendo the whole joke concept of the song, which is basically just turning the idea of toxic masculinity on its head, and he was on top of it immediately- when we told him that there's this guy that's really concerned that people think he "fucks too soft" he immediately started spitting out lyrics like the hilariously defiant "I'm the KING OF THE HARD FUCK"

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Darren Criss 19:00:35

which just killed me and Nick. It was just so juvenile that it was adorable to me

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Darren Criss 19:00:57

emzlolly1234

Darren you’ve been here for an hour? That’s the length of royalties man xxx

yeah aint it great

Darren Criss 19:02:21

sophie :)

i personally think you should try your hand at writing a drill song, a british genre of rap that centres around rapping unrelated lyrics in front of chicken shops, personally think it has the right tone for the show for a season two

drill would be siq. I mean, opening the incredible pandora's box of UK based hip hop in general is its own magical wormhole of nuance and history and regional culture. it's amazing. i'd really have to do some homework if I wanted to pull that off!

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Darren Criss 19:02:49

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he’s talking again guys be worried he might write another essay

ok sorry i'll stop

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Darren Criss 19:02:51

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Darren Criss 19:03:03

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he’s talking again guys be worried he might write another essay

kidding!

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Darren Criss 19:03:39

fsheldens

when darren actually cares about us 🥺

awww i always do! I just wasn't built for internet stuff.

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Darren Criss 19:04:20

alpermehdi

speaking of nick how was it to work with nick??

the best. Nick is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

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Darren Criss 19:04:51

chloe :)!

what would be ur karaoke song choice from the show?

mighty as kong

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Darren Criss 19:07:32

isa.kowo

How much music theory goes into your songwriting? And did you learn all of it from playing the violin? In what way does it go into your songs?

all GREAT questions. I mean, music theory isn't something you CONSCIOUSLY employ when writing something, it's just that it really helps to know the rules or music when shaping it and trying to maximize its production. And as a matter of fact, yeah, I DID learn most of it playing violin. But when I was playing violin I was ingesting music from the perspective of a student ingesting information, not as a proactive creator putting anything of my own out into the world.

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Darren Criss 19:08:07

Honestly I really didn't start UNDERSTANDING music theory until I started writing music for other people, and noticing certain things and chords and shapes had names and that they could be manipulated to accomplish certain things

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Darren Criss 19:08:35

so most of my academic musical knowledge came in my 20s when I tried to start doing it professionally

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Darren Criss 19:08:52

Nick

first instrument you ever learnt?

violin

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Darren Criss 19:09:07

andyruiz080

I'm castin' my love net wide And fillin' every hole in my schedule

ha love that line

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Darren Criss 19:09:29

missweggy

Darren are you a big queen fan ( the band lol ) 😂

is the pope catholic

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Darren Criss 19:12:00

ChloeOmelia

Now its available, would you change anything?

jesus so much. but such is the nature of creating stuff. there's a great Hayao Miyazaki quote about always having to make new stuff to escape the woe of all the mistakes you made in your last thing... I mean, that's a bit extreme, I feel like we did the best we could given the circumstance but I totally get where Miyazaki is coming from. And in many ways that's everything we do in life. Do your best, know what you coulda done better and carry on

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Darren Criss 19:12:36

dj._.quackers

who or what was your biggest inspiration growing up

the beatles. the uk. the 60s.

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Darren Criss 19:13:02

Astriddd

Your first original song was "Not Alone". I'm right?

no it was actually a song i wrote in the third grade when I got a guitar for Christmas called "Save The Whales"

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Darren Criss 19:14:29

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Darren I need an answer it’s been annoying me for days. So was everyone fucking everyone in Pierces old band or was she just fucking everyone seperately??

ha that's a really great question. I figured she was just fucking everyone individually, which is why the band was so contentious but then again I'd rather let your imagination run wild...

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Darren Criss 19:15:29

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Darren, I love your taste in music. You should share your personal playlists ... bc everybody needs to know phantom planet 😉

if i actually shared my tastes in music, or actually shared the amount of stuff in my brain at the rate that I want to share, I would never work on or create anything because i would constantly be on the internet and you'd all be over me if you weren't already

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Darren Criss 19:16:01

But yes, thank you for saying that, I love me my phantom planet oh so very much :)

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Darren Criss 19:16:18

juli.nuttini

could you please answer me I don't speak English and I'm putting ALL my effort into asking you questions I'm going to cry

wow your english is actually pretty great

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Darren Criss 19:17:08

I'd like to write a song with Howard Ashman

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Darren Criss 19:17:23

dancebaby218

Was kick your shoes off inspired by your Hedwig shoes?

nah cuz that shit was actually comfy

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Darren Criss 19:17:55

12169199549

i skipped my clarinet class because of you for the third time :) what can i say to my teacher?

that Darren says you should have gone to clarinet class!!!

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Darren Criss 19:18:34

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Could you please answer me. We’ve supported you for years from the uk and we’re staying up for this but it’s totally worth it because you’re amazing!! Molly x

I wish so bad I could go to the UK!

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Darren Criss 19:20:01

FUCK someone asked about Sam Farrar and I wanted to answer it but it disappeared... Sam is a homie. one of my very first songwriting sessions was with him and a very famous member of the pop universe... who if I get a season two, I'm putting in the show.

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Darren Criss 19:22:00

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what other instruments would you like to learn in the future?

i just need to spend time trying to get better at the ones I've plateaued with. I feel like I got as good as I'd ever get on the guitar when i was like 19. So I've been trying to get better during the Quarantine. Picked up my violin and dusted off that Vivaldi, started doing drum rudiments on my drum pad, and started learning new licks and scales for guitar. Stuff I never got round to doing.

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Darren Criss 19:22:27

harefraz

mr. criss sir, what is your top quarantine activity?

playing music

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Darren Criss 19:23:26

actually lies. top quarantine activity is learning Japanese. 30 minutes a day. And it's been several months. Almost got Hiragana down, still got a few characters I'm questionable with but with any luck I'll start up on Katakana in the next few weeks.

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Darren Criss 19:23:40

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What about working with Mark hamill ? Insane right

you said it

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Darren Criss 19:23:54

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Any updates on American Buffalo? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

it's opening next year!

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Darren Criss 19:24:09

for the record this is really fun I'm enjoying this guys

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Darren Criss 19:26:26

Rachael

How different is it doing a show like Royalties where you're heavily involved in the creative process compared to other projects you've done in the past?

i'd say night and day but that's an understatement. When I did Glee all I had to do was act in scenes, record songs, and go to dance rehearsal. With Royalties, it's that AND casting, doing pre production, post production, notes, meetings, notes, writing and producing songs, location scouting, blah blah blah lots of the stuff that you don't have to worry about if you're not a creator. But make no mistake I absolutely love it.

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Darren Criss 19:27:41

Aisha

learn spanish

I'll get there. I already speak a bit of Italian so I wanted the challenge of learning something that didn't use a writing system I already understood.

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Darren Criss 19:28:23

rosieellenxx_

I take Music Technology as a subject at school and we have to make a whole song with the sole sample of glass breaking...

sounds fun. loads of things you can do with that.

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Darren Criss 19:28:48

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What are your goals for once quarantine is lifted?

hopefully to feel like I used this very strange time well.

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Darren Criss 19:29:14

Ok I should probabl get outta here right?

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Darren Criss 19:29:41

I've talked a lot about mighty as kong in other places

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Darren Criss 19:30:00

so I'll just leave you with a story about "Let Your Hair Down"

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Darren Criss 19:30:14

which was the very FIRST song we wrote for the show

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Darren Criss 19:30:37

I had a meeting with an artist at a dive bar in the middle of the afternoon

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Darren Criss 19:31:10

let's just say I showed up to that very first writer's session very late

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Darren Criss 19:31:17

and sober ENOUGH

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Darren Criss 19:31:41

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darren did you watch hamilton??????

duh last night. so fun.

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Darren Criss 19:32:17

anyway I was so relieved that we left with that song at the end of the day. The intent was always to write two songs with the exact same concepts just with different titles

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Darren Criss 19:32:50

the chords are the same, just slightly different voicings played on slightly different instruments

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Darren Criss 19:33:29

and the idea was that whichever song was funnier, or at least whichever song would be more fun to see in a music video... would be the one that Pierce & Sara write

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Darren Criss 19:34:08

"Kick Your Shoes Off" ended up feeling more like a full music video than "Let Your Hair Down" but I LOVE that first song, and hopefully people get to hear the whole thing on Spotify since you don't get to hear the whole song in the episode

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Darren Criss 19:34:51

with lines I love like "see my cheekbones, show off my clavicle, I bet you've never seen a ponytail to magical..."

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Darren Criss 19:35:39

emilybutcher30

i love that u spelled it sara not sarah

thank you. if you don't already know it, check out Ben Folds' "Zak and Sara"

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Darren Criss 19:36:01

OK i gotta get going

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Darren Criss 19:36:12

but thanks to everyone from all over the world for joining

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Darren Criss 19:36:17

i see you and i say hi to you!

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Darren Criss 19:36:23

happy birthday to all the bday kids!

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Darren Criss 19:36:33

thank you for spending a little bit of your bday with me

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Darren Criss 19:36:39

thanks for checking out Royalties

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Darren Criss 19:36:46

hope you enjoy the music

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Darren Criss 19:36:53

and hope there gets to be a season 2!!!

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Darren Criss 19:37:08

xo to all of you. stay safe, stay inspired. - Darren

#darren criss #royalties ost listening event #spotify #royalties #july 2020 #posting as text since it's soooo much easier than posting screencaps #royalties bts

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katefiction · 4 years

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Out of Bounds (smut)

by katefiction (Maria) / 2012

This story was written for another couple and I changed the names because I was getting anons about posting an adult fic. I don’t condone cheating or am implying anything about Will and Kate.

Maria x

Kate stumbled down the path, she wasn’t drunk, just wobbly in her heels. Will held her steady, “careful”, he said. He’d walked her back to halls after a night out. “Can I come in to use the loo?”, he asked. “Of course”, she replied, “and you can surprise Olivia!”. He smirked at the mention of his girlfriend and Kate’s flat mate.

Will used the loo and popped into Kate’s room, where she was removing her shoes. ”I’m gonna head home, it’s too late to wake her”. Olivia hadn’t gone out that night with the other uni friends because she had an essay to do. “She didn’t miss much anyway”, Kate said.

“What about you and that guy you were kissing?”, Will said, disdain clear in his voice. Kate was no slut, her long dark tresses and satin and lace cami, paired with the short, pleated, chiffon mini skirt she wore tonight may have made her look it, but in reality she was one of the smartest in the history of art course they both took.

“Oh god, that was just a bit of fun!”, she replied. Sure Kate was smart, but she liked to have fun on nights out. Will remembered the way she was grinding up against that guy tonight. “Well good, cos he was a twat”.

“What?”, Kate was surprised, “you didn’t even speak to him!”.

“I could tell he was only after one thing”, Will said, his eyes grazing over her body.

Kate noticed, “are you saying I look like a slut?”.

Will was horrified, “no!”, he met her eyes, “you’re anything but, I mean, you dress great and everything, you could just do way better”.

“Like who?” Kate asked.

“Like someone who finds you sexy in the bare minimum”, he replied, his face going hot and red, realising what he’d just said, “I mean…”. But Kate was smiling and walked out of the room and into the bathroom before he could finish. When she returned, she quickly stuffed something in her drawer, hoping Will didn’t notice. But when she turned around, he realised exactly what it was. Kate had removed her bra.

He stared at her, her nipples almost visible through the cream satin. They were between a b and a c cup, Will thought, but still pert without her bra. Kate moved over to the wall near the door and tidied some stuff up from the floor. Bending over, her skirt rose up. Will pulled himself out of his thoughts and said “I should go”. Kate said nothing. He reached for the door handle and looked at her in the eyes. Kate was making it clear that she wasn’t going to be the one to initiate anything. With his hand still on the handle, he shut the door. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Kate leant against the wall. Will put one hand on the wall above her head, and careful not to let their bodies touch, leant in to kiss her. Kate relished that soft kiss. She had been right, she thought. She’d taken her bra off to see if she wasn’t imagining things and he really was into her.

Will pulled away, ‘shit’, he whispered, guilt in his voice. Kate didn’t say a word. Will knew she was leaving it up to him to decided whether he was going to cheat on Olivia. He really did like Olivia, he thought, his back now turned way from Kate. He stood thinking about the two thin walls that separated him from his girlfriend, who was asleep in her room across the hall.

But Kate was different, he thought. She was someone from his fantasies, and he’d masturbated many times while thinking of her.

Kate thought Will was cute, and despite her close friendship with Olivia, it was the thrill of doing what she knew she shouldn’t that was turning her on.

Will turned and looked at Kate, her round tits and long legs made the decision easy for him.

He leaned in to kiss her again and put his hands on her waist, while her arms draped around his neck. Kate led him to the bed , where he sat down. She straddled him as they kissed; he began to feel her bare thighs and stroke her back & waist under her top. Kate’s hands, behind Will’s head, were playing with his hair.

Will moved his hand from under the top, and over the satin fabric, brushed her nipple softly with his thumb. She kissed him harder, enjoying the sensation. Will took this as a sign, and so with one finger, pulled down the strap of her top. Her nipple popped out from the top, and Will quickly began kissing her breast. Kate arched her back, balancing on his lap, which exposed her whole tit.

Her nipple went hard at the touch of Will’s tongue on it. Will pulled the top off over her head, threw it to the ground, and began to lick at each tit, his tongue working in slow circles., giving each one fair attention. Kate let out a moan of pleasure, making Will’s cock twitch in his jeans.

As he lifted his head from her tits, she looked at him in the eyes and without looking away, undid his jeans. Will reacted fast and pulled down his jeans and boxers to his knees, releasing his large, eager cock. Kate stroked it and as she was still straddling him. he felt it rub against her bare inner thigh. ‘Christ…’ he groaned as she rubbed its length up and down with her palm.

Kate climbed off him and kneeled on the floor. Will’s eyes widened in shock, ‘are you sure Kate?’. She simply nodded, assured in her answer, leant in and wrapped her lips around his tip. She licked and sucked at the head, her tongue flicking teasingly, while stroking the shaft in a regular rhythm. As Will was bathing in this bliss, they suddenly heard a light switch on in the bathroom next door. Olivia was the only one at home.

‘Shit!’ Will whispered. Kate quickly turned the light off so Olivia wouldn’t think she was awake. Will was holding his breath for what felt like forever, praying she hadn’t heard anything, when he felt a wetness around his penis once more. Kate was carrying on regardless. William was caught between two conflicting feelings, he had to decide what was stronger, his fear of being caught, or the thrill of being caught.

‘Kate, stop!’, he gasped. But she didn’t and he relented without any more argument, lying on his back and encouraging her head down even more. Olivia left the bathroom and went straight into her bedroom. They had been lucky.

Will was hard in Kate’s mouth, and was ready to climax at any minute, but just as quickly as she’d started; she pulled away, stood up, and switched her bedside lamp on. Now back in the light, Kate could see Will’s eyes were wide, and cock in the air.

‘I’m so wet’, she told him. He sprang up, back to a seated position and began caressing her inner thighs under her skirt. He moved in closer and used his mouth on her tits again. Both nipples were as hard as bullets now, and while playing with them with his tongue, he slid two fingers under her thong.

Her pussy was wet and smooth, and she moaned as Will stroked her lips with his fingers and teased her clit with his thumb. Kate stood immobile for a while as she enjoyed the sensation of her nipples and pussy both being teased at once. Finally, she tugged at his shirt, so Will removed all of his clothes, throwing them to the floor, and then sitting back down at the edge of the bed. He was naked now, his cock was bulging, and he felt as though he was about to burst. He wanted Kate to be naked so badly. ‘Take these off’, Will asked, hungrily looking at her body up and down.

Kate undid her the zip on her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing the black lace thong that she was wearing. She turned her back to Will and excruciatingly slowly, pulled it down. Will watched as it slid over her round butt. Turning around, she revealed her naked body, her pussy had a neat line of hair on it.

Will lay on his back once more, and Kate climbed on top of him on all fours, her arms propping her up on either side of his head, so her tits and hair brushed against his chest enticingly. Will moved his hands all over her body as they kissed passionately. He moved one hand underneath her to reach her from behind, and gently nudged her pussy with two fingers. Kate groaned gratefully, so he began to stroke harder, using his two fingers to rub back and forth. Kate sat up on his thighs, panting with pleasure. ‘Lie back’, Will said, massaging his wet fingers into her clit.

Kate lay down on the bed, and Will turned over. She opened her legs to him. Will dipped his head down, licking the sensitive skin around her pussy, then finally landing on her clit. He flicked his tongue over clit and licked the lips of her pussy alternately, which were now soaking with her cum. Kate writhed on her back, holding Will’s head down and grabbing at his hair with one hand. With every moan, he responded by teasing that particular area with increasing intensity. When he looked up, he saw that with Kate’s free hand, she was groping at her tits, pinching and rubbling her nipples. She had bit down on her lip, trying not to moan too loudly.

Will started to move up her body, kissing it as he went, his cock was hard against her leg. Kate reached for a condom from her bedside drawer, and as Will rolled over, slid it onto him, whispering ‘I need you inside me’. She lay back again and opened her legs once more, her knees bent and feet flat on the bed. Will had dreamt of this moment and now it was reality.

His slid his throbbing penis into her warm, wet entrance. She was tight, and he grunted as he moved inside her, his hands holding himself steady by her sides. Slowly, but firmly, he slid in and out, until Kate gasped, ‘harder’. Kate’s clit pulsated as he entered her harder and deeper. Just as he was getting into a steady rhythm, Kate shifted up onto her elbows, wanting to go on top. With Will still inside her, they turned over, Will now lying on his back, with Kate on top, her back poker straight.

Will held onto her hip with one hand as she rode him up and down at a faster and harder pace then he had began with. His other hand rubbed at her tits, which bounced to the rhythm.

Kate began rubbing at her clit with her fingers. ‘Let me’, he said, finding it difficult to speak now. He moved his hand lower, stroking her front downwards, and landing on her clit. Wetting it with her cum, he used the tip of his thumb to brush it teasingly.

This was what she needed. Will felt her pussy clench around his rock hard cock, and as she arched her back and pushed him deep into her, he came hard inside her, letting out a long groan.

Kate was close and with Will’s swollen cock beating in her pussy, his thumb teasing her clit to the point of desperation; she imagined being caught, of Olivia sleeping across the hall as her boyfriend made her cum.

With that, her orgasm ripped through her pussy, rising through her body, making her buck and jerk as Will held onto her hip to keep her steady. She moaned out loudly, not caring who heard now, as she came more intensley than ever before.

Will smiled as he watched her, deciding making Kate come would be worth it all.

#mature #katefiction #royal fanfiction #cambridge fanfiction #kate middleton #smut

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boyfriend-vernon · 5 years

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o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this and the original that can be found on wattpad at the user ong_seunguwu

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a u t h o r n o t e - i do not condone underaged or unprotected sex. by writing that they are seniors in highschool i am implying that they are 18 years of age. the reader is on the pill (mentioned briefly at the end). please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner. that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

A paper ball hits you in the side of the cheek and you roll your eyes. Seriously? We are fucking seniors for crying out loud. You pick it up off of the desk with a sigh. As your economics teacher drones on and on about monopolies and societal revenue, you quickly and stealthily open up the wadded piece of paper.

"Pssssst Y/N,

I need your help studying! I know the test is tomorrow and I can't fail it! PLEASE!

-Call Me Mr Fuckin' G.O.D."

You roll your eyes, not at the request, but at how he signed the letter. You smooth out the paper and grab your pencil.

"Vernon,

Of course, I'll help you study, but you'll owe me! And if I call you anything it'll be dipshit...

-You're Saviour."

You gently fold up the paper into a neat little square and hand it to your neighbour.

"Pass it to Vernon." You mouth at them. They nod and pass the message until Vernon is the one holding the note in his hands.

He opens the letter with little to no discretion, causing you to fight the urge to facepalm. He smiles happily to himself and rolls his eyes before grabbing his pencil to reply. A few minutes later the once again balled up piece of paper is laying on your desk again.

"Y/N calling someone older than you dipshit is disrespectful... Maybe you'll tutor me in the ways of economics and I'll tutor you in the ways of mannerisms. I'll walk home with you mkay?

xx- Vernon"

You bite back a light grin and when the teacher isn't looking, turn around and flip him off. He glares at you and you stifle a giggle.

Later that afternoon as the bell rings for the last time, signalling the end of the day, you walk through the crowded halls quickly. You finally make it to your locker. Unlocking it you shove the textbooks you don't need inside with a sigh. Shutting it allows you to finally see the goody boy leaning against the locker beside your own.

"Hey there pumpkin." He says cheekily.

You roll your eyes and turn towards the exit. You begin walking, with your backpack over your shoulders and Vernon beside you. Once outside of the large high school he links his hand with yours.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You ask him incredulously, a dark blush flowing over your cheeks.

"Shut up loser. I'm only holding your hand. You won't die." he replies slightly annoyed.

"It's just weird! Since when do we hold hands?" You question.

"Hush, I just wanted to hold your hand, but if you're gonna whine about it then never mind." He says sounding embarrassed.

"N-no... It's fine. I was just surprised is all." Your blush grows darker.

By the time that the two of you reach your home, he is swinging your hands back and forth cutely and your chattering is nonstop. Once inside you both kick off your shoes and drop your bags by the door.

"Snack first?" You ask, making your way towards the kitchen. You two had been friends since you could barely walk and so this obviously wasn't his first time in your home. Before you could make it more than a few steps away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back. You yelp as you stumble back towards him. He chuckles and pins you up against the door.

"Is everything okay down there Y/N?" A masculine voice calls out from upstairs, making both you and Vernon freeze.

"Sorry Mr. Y/L/N! I accidentally bumped into her and scared her!" he calls out.

"Hansol is that you? It's been a while!" The voice calls out again.

"Yes sir it has been a very long time," he begins shooting you a look that gave you chills, "Y/N invited me over to study for our big economics test tomorrow!"

"Oh that was a great idea on your part honey!" your father calls out to you this time.

"Yes sir, he is pretty good at the subject and I figured it would be v-very b-beneficial to m-me." You stutter out as Vernon licks up the side of your neck before beginning to suck on it.

"Well, I'll leave you two be! I have a big presentation tomorrow so I'll be up here in my office working on that! Knock if you need me!"

"Will do sir!." Vernon responds all the while looking at you with a smirk. You both here the door to your father's office close and you look at him incredulously.

"What are you doing?" You whisper sternly.

"You asked if I wanted a snack." He replies with a shrug looking you up and down hungrily, "I figured I'd help myself to what your parents made."

"Not only was that extremely cringe, it also isn’t on the fucking menu."

"When you tell me to stop I will, but for now..." He trails off as his mouth returns to your neck.

"Verns, s-seriously. My d-dad is l-literally right up the stairs." You say biting back moans.

"But your daddy is right here," he replies with a cocky smirk, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him.

You protest in harsh whispers as he walks you to the kitchen and sits you down on the table.

"Oh hush Y/N.," he says darkly, spreading your legs.

You push down the hem of your skirt to cover your crotch. He chuckles before grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it back. It hurts a little, but it turns you on more. His hot breath fans over your ear.

"Y/N I'm going to count to three. You better have your skirt lifted up and your hands above your head by the time I'm finished counting. If you don't this will be a lot harder for you."

He lets go of your hair and squats down until he is eye level with your crotch. All the while counting slowly to three. His voice has never seemed so sexy to you. You proceed to lift your skirt and raise your hands obediently. He smirks up at you as he hooks his fingers into either side of your panties and gently moves them down your thighs, then down your calves, and onto the floor. You are looking down at him nervously, as he pulls your hips to the edge of the table, his mouth centimetres from your heat. He gently kisses your clit and you shudder. He smiles and proceeds to lick it. You gasp loudly and he looks up at you.

"Your father is upstairs." he reminds you before licking your clit once more.

You bite your bottom lip and drop your hands to his hair. After assaulting your clit numerous times he surprises you by dipping his tongue into your dripping hole. You open your mouth, but no sound comes out, just a face expressing extremely pleasure.

"You're so tight Y/N and this is just my tongue. I can only imagine what you'd feel like around my fingers... Or better yet my cock."

"I-I wouldn't mind finding out..."

He sticks his tongue back inside of you and hums lightly before pulling it out again to look up at you.

"You're still a virgin aren't you Y/N?"

You look away embarrassed by the obvious fact. He chuckles, "Let's change that."

You look at him wide-eyed as he stands up and unzips his pants quickly. You try to look everywhere but at his obvious erection.

"You're so wet I should be able to just slide in. I'll be gentle with you Y/N, don't worry." He looks at you, but this time you see a lot of love in his dark eyes, not cockiness.

You nod lightly, a dark blush painting your cheeks. He pulls down his boxers and you finally give up on trying not to look at his erection.

"My eyes are up here ya know?" He questions jokingly, cupping your chin in his hand and lifting your head. He stares deep into your eyes before kissing you lightly. You are the one who deepens the kiss, with a cross between passion and aggression. He raises his eyebrow in a shocked but doesn't protest. As your kiss continues to heat up, you feel his tip brush against your core and you moan into his mouth. He slowly pushes his tip into, while lifting you lightly off the table. He slowly pushes his entire length into you and you tear up. You bite his lip harshly. He groans both at the bite and how tight you are around him.

"F-fuck Y/N." he groans out quietly.

"P-please move Vernon," you mumble.

He nods, pulling out and pushing back in. With just the first thrust you are already weak. He is surprisingly vocal; whispering out profanity and a slur of compliments to you. Eventually, his thrusts get faster and his grip on your hips gets tighter. You begin to meet his upward thrusts with downward grinds and when he hits your spot you connect your lips with his harshly. This quieted your moans significantly.

"Vernon, I th-think I'm g-gonna... Ahh." you moan out and he smirks thrusting harder and faster.

"Do it baby girl. Cum around my dick." he groans into your ear.

Right after he says these words you do and he groans. He tries to hold his orgasm in, to let you ride out your high, but he can't hold it for long and cums. Some inside of you and some on your stomach. You are both panting and sweating. He chuckles and so do you.

"I never thought you'd be my first," you say in between heavy breaths.

He smiles widely, "Can I be your last too? And every time in between?"

"Are you asking me out you asshole?"

"Is that a yes loser?"

"Well, no shit! And you’re so lucky I’m on the pill," you say as he sets you back down on the table and he nods knowingly.

As you try to stand up, you stumble forward and he catches you.

"So, what you're saying is I have to carry your fat ass?"

"Shut the fuck up! You didn't have a problem holding me up just a few seconds ago!"

He laughs as he pulls his pants and underwear back up. He rolls his eyes and picks up your underwear from the floor and then you. He lugs you over his shoulder and you yelp.

"TO THE BATHROOM WE GO!" he calls out loudly.

"Did you kids say something?" Your father calls out from up the stairs.

You tense up and Vernon answers, "Sorry I yelled in victory. I won our little economics game review!"

"Oh okay! Well, congratulations!" your father calls out once more and then the door is heard closing once more.

"Nice save douche-bag."

"Don't make me drop your ass." he replies.

You both laugh as he carries you to the bathroom and helps you clean up.

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sirjustice1397 · 3 years

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Making the staircase way

Sugar also made below the staircase where a hole is made from below to above where people step on, where 1 insert the penis or one lick the pussy as of any sex gives ya another product as u reach up-to to any fruit u press the fingers up-to the inner seed and boom ya sugar. With sugar the heap can be apple with guava 4 the lick or with paw paw 4 the caress and ask the code voice with any succulent fruit with sugar as well as making other produce via the same gimmicks dude

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Ask the code voice on ways u can extend ya 100 M finish time with like 3 - 2 second or more to beat the game like Kevy told the Jamaicans and many Americans to take the medal and even with other long lapse races in the finish time have the capacity to do the same as with many Ethiopians and Kenyans and even Chinese Kebi told the same. He can make others Legend while himself not crowned dude

As the devil how u can fly from 1 building top to another like spider man or just like insect or birds and ask 4 how long and distance covered dude

And ask what if u do the car can not knock u down and in case of the same what happens to that car and the people inside it and even the driver and let us know dude

And ask what if u do, u can be transformed into people who can not take bitter/sour things and if already 1 what can u do to reverse the same as now happy to eat ya food once again as bitter, sour or plane and let us know dude

As what if u do 1 can not pierce ya eye or break your teeth as b4 they bring close their hands u see that move and what combination of things if u eat u can hear what 1 thinks or say or able to see things they see in their eyes and 4 how long dude and ask personally what if u eat or do Mr Hindu cant see what u are seeing in their eyes, gauge ya mind or hear what u r hearing dude, to bar such practices that they can monitor crime and be body guards when such dignitaries can combine things to eat and do, so bullets or weapons and even crude get them and even their cars be bombed, ambush or knocked down as gunned, so even Mr president or CEO can be all alone in the slums dude. So stop dude u can be this man Body guard as your utility u do gym to get by, to me Mr is ya plan change bro

Ask the coded voice what if u place on another as synonymous with fruits and berries or veggies as u can give them preservative thing to stay long break this and that animal an even human when they wanna still and ask 4 of every animal 1 can transfigure into to steal ya properties instead of heaping blames on others dude synonymous with rodents and after placing this on that or inside this where to place it, on the wall, wood, clothe or tile, need to ask these so shield ya property to stop reproaches dude and even with Jig-as and Amoeba or leach and at what distance to the part it is at that time so killed to shield u from much abuses and spending as in drugs. HELP JUST few yards away from you to bring the biblical truth Nehemiah Helped the poor when on the right side to take over using the above practices dude, AND EVEN IF U CAN GLUE the crosses on the wall so u kill even insect in ya house, so not buy insecticides dude

Even ask what to do to 1 if the corpse exhumed as u can ask 4 the same and if u see kinda their left hands bending they took my cash and refusing to respect me to return it, instead wanna kill me as above i know the remedies to make they be in awe and ask in what due time will it completely bent if they refuse to to the same and what u employ on those frequently abuses ya and the area affect as with the stealing ya properties so we identify them and know them bro. Cant run cant escape and even with those destroy ya soil what area affected we see and with every crime even hidden direct to 1, families or community

Ask what happens to 1 who want to place jigas or LEACH UNTO ya system as what affected as they give people who have shielded themselves the same so they stop may be reason 4 coughing dude and they know not dude and even those placing body floods and bad stuff on food what u do to harm them as get back to them and affect which parts dude

If u can as a nation beat another nation in-terms of economy or war, ask the coded voice what u gonna do to achieve the above, instead now following 1 who can not make u achieve the above in later manner as he ought to have helped ya in the former case but failed to listen to him now still u want him with u to no avail homies

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Sugar made at the road bend as of Migosi school church gate, the rough red one heap placed as u touch the same wall or on slanting roads, with ya road making tractor beside it make a slanting platform against the road or the lake or the same with ditches where on the sides inside the ditches that stones joins with cement u place like kale and look 4 another 1 to place on the floor half way as eggs on the create and on side when the slab meets the soil, separate with hard metal to make holes or fissure and inside any fruit to along the fissure as hoho and in between the stones place like avocado and boom ya sugar crystal where the heap can be sugar cane with hay then u chop mango on wood soaked in milk in mud sand mixture as u hang raw paw paw to grab up-to the inside seed as u chop or step on hay within CD hole on mango cabbage heap and boom ya sugar and same u can try with any succulent fruit as mango with pumpkin, oranges with okwaju, paw paw with hay, melons with mango, tangerine with hay and guava with kale as u step on many and chop many or resort to the wash style or Jog naked running grabbing ya penis on mud bent or not bent in the dark or not in the dark dude

Ask rain water comes from where and if there are pipes from lake Baikal to trukana to lake Victoria and more and if on plane u see such pipes and made of what and the dimension and if u can get there and let us know dude

Ask IF northwhitehead strong than Gor mahia or Lwanda Magere and what load in KG could both of them carry or hurl and at what distance with any KG if on the right side and one started him and if they can finish the world and what type of bomb can only destroy him

Who championed Northwhitehead suffering if not Orengo and whay and he thinks his father owns what in Russia and what have relent them with the Bar Kalare with Gold thing and the hoax was to do what that, that place have Gold and who came out with such idea and why they wanted to kill nelson and if 50 cent was pro that game and if not Good

Ask who called WSU that Nelson have money to frustrate him and the figures behind all happening and why and the lies told to WSU to send 1 out of the campus to take his cash when this side and why was it not done this side and did the Ethiopian shoe company know or pay pal behind it and if its truth, he cant continue being abuse on the media indirectly to find a way he lives good as the same tribe wanting to kill him still saying investigating him if he can take their women to wives or live with their kids which he wants not, if not so thwart his deals or kill him on the road which he got voodoo telling them the same to go ahead without stop. Dude how can it be stopped and the figures in such big school be sent home cause it aint a joke destroying the name of the state or the city and if its a plane and why and who behind it dude

And ask who sand this song long time ago on the Eminem side and Dre side and what they did in Oklahoma to get to like Kenya and get to know dude and if he was Daniel u read his scripts and u belittle when u see, maybe a lesson 4 women to learn as synonymous with me dude

Charity called the University and said if Kevy deported she will get out the cash and give them like 100% and that was the deal and now still such women crop without 2nd bearing to castigate the fact the world destroyed and now is not even a hoot that One has this man or that and with the property and better u can create now every single race of no other disturbing races as Kamba or kikuyu or trukana or Hindu and if weak as the Devil or coded voice to inbuilt another tribe strong in weak tribe so people just have sex and buy Made kids cause now those already living got much bad blood will destroy the world more dude and ask what if u do the world extends to to end as said when u ask when it will end and see if 1 u belittle is right dude

Ask what if u eat maybe 3 like Gor mahia your hands becomes active forever and cant be destroyed unless u ask the coded voice 4 how it can be destroyed and use it dude

In all the USA bank stealing and robbery and even of Eu and of ya own nation ask the culprits who did the same and with what machines as submarine and jets and with whom they shared the money and who send them and even with the killings of most affluent people who keep cash in their homes as Kobe Bryant, u see how this side they abuse 1 and that side without people they do this, to show the world the same that pretenders of well behaving are bad dude and better the reverse bro

If u make a hole on Gebo house and climb the roof and urinate on the hole to the floor and defecate at the same time what happens and with the roofs of other houses and if u don’t urinate what happens dude and let us know bro. And ask why the Whites want black people in Kenya most and mostly answer are 2 to let u know so u stop with them and who is behind their advice and why with men who have lived much as what he wants with them and a blessing in disguise and currently he lives where and how many years old and in which songs dude

Ask the jet with green, like siren gas cylinder made how and even of red, purple, maroon and yellow and red and maroon and red and marble white are made in what boom environments, the heap combination, the chop what on wood or stir what or wash what and let us know the speed in Miles/hr and the shortcomings and such remedies to the former dude and even with the missile and ask this beautiful house and this and that hotel and this or these posh hire cars are 4 which nations and why and even such people owning them so u stop the same cause enriching rude people who ought to suffer

And ask in these cheap chain store why are such produce cheap yet of high quality and even if u buy such place it in ya mind and ask the same. U will find they are produce from those rich nations that have stayed half way on the shelves so brought to nations poor yet saying are rich so it moves on as the poor now can save without such they disturb their own poor wanting them to be tired with life so they die as kill themselves and take their properties and ask if good and let it be more cheap bro and Kenyan chains also ought to do the same, maybe underlying reasons 4 many shop and ask as above this shop belongs to which nation and which dude and lets us know bro

And to save the3 day what makes, the vision of a picture of something on a kid forehead that makes their nation men hate her/him and bring them to certain poor nations to struggle dude and get the answer and warn women not to listen to the same or watch motion pictures with the same as get into a kids mind send forth wrong ideas which are right in a kid as he/she will follow suit of the above dude

Ask the 2 kids now currently living in Kenya but were born in Denver who were brought to Solon to judge and who killed Solomon and why and even with his father David and if justified and what was the underlying reasons why they were killed and if it is beautiful dude. With stealing the monies did the school some teachers or workers send like Tychus, Muga and Omwaka to steal the bank yet this side u can afford an affront without them, they sideline ya as outcast cause u have refused the above deal and if they should be wiped and who are behind the whole game and what ought to be done to them. And even ask with Tunisia, SA and the fallen recent Airplane since 2015 and get to know and as u solve the same solve remember to solve my case with a haste dude

And ask which kind of people love to be all alone and their characteristic and why and if its beautiful and if Northwhitehead got that blood dude and if where they came from should accept them if they got that blood but not infused with the bad above instead of letting others to those nations which aint of such blood into their yards cause the same above as with kids were done to them and if a curse to such people doing the same or good this side only few bolts need to be tightened bro

And ask on the step on the CD hole with a running metal bar fixed within ya shoes where heap is 1 and cloud being the heap or water vapor how can u make such rain of these harmful substances and how can it be barred so affect our soil, food and health not and let us know dude and even when jets and drone monitored 1 can resort to this dubious means

Has some1 been shot by the method i did, same, don’t start me, it will end with the corrupted police, i will pluck ya hand as the way bullet gets into me not and ask from which distance the same way if am right will amputate ya hands and war will start cause they will understand not dude

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imagineurfavs · 5 years

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SUPER JUNIOR - Yesung A-Z

“Hello! I loved your Xiumin a-z, are you able to do one for a member of super junior or bigbang? I don't have a preference for which group or member so it can be whoever you feel like writing for. Thanks 💕 “

(A/N I’m gonna start with Yesung just bc he’s my bias lol please lemme know if you want me to do any of the other members specifically)

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A - Aftercare

Little to none, probably doesn't really extend past getting you both some water tbh. He just wants to lay with you for the time being, cleaning up can wait

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)

On himself he likes his mouth. On you, he likes your neck/back.

C - Cum

Definitely likes cumming on your butt or back

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s so torn between either just asking Hyukjae for advice on how to be more adventurous during sex or he’s seriously considering asking him to join you both for a threesome. He just doesn’t wanna bring it up to either of you though just in case you think it’s too weird. But trust me, he’s put a lot of thought into it.

E - Experience

I mean, he’s in his mid thirties so of course he’s gonna have some, but he’s a little more reserved so like...not a huge amount but he knows what he likes. I feel like he watches a decent amount of porn too though so he probably gets a lot of his stuff from there.

F - Favourite Position

Reverse cowgirl, he loves when you ride him and likes to be able to relax and just stare at you.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)

Most the time he’s kinda serious but still a lil sweet. If he’s stressed and feeling dominant then he gets super serious.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He doesn't look like he grows a lot of hair anyway so, kinda bare.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Quite intimate, but maybe a little shy? He’ll always be whispering sweet little things in your ear throughout. He tried dirty talking but it just made him feel so awkward.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Lowkey I feel like he does it every day, probably just before he goes to sleep as a way to relax and unwind

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)

Edging for sure. he’ll take you both to your peak and suddenly just...stop. He’ll keep doing that until its pretty much impossible to contain anymore.

also a massive praise kink tbh.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Likes to keep things to the bedroom tbh, its the perfect place for sleepy morning sex; his favourite lol.

M - Motivation (What turns them on)

He likes it when you dress up for him. Not necessarily in a sexy way, though (although ofc he likes that too lol). Say you're going out somewhere and you wear his favourite dress, or his favourite pair of shoes, purely because you know how much he likes it. The thought of you wearing something just for him always gets him going.

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

Nothing degrading. Sure he’s into being dominant some times but he doesn’t wanna actually be mean to you. Not into super explicit dirty talk, be it giving or receiving.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

p a i n f u l l y slow when giving oral. He’s a lot more skilled with his mouth than he is with his hands. The type to completely let go when receiving oral, his whole body will just relax and he’ll be putty in your hands.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

He’s a slow guy in general lol so he’d for sure be on the slower side, but like, deep. He’d push himself into you, unbearably slow until your hips are flush against each other, then watch your expression as he pulls back out almost completely. He does enjoy you bouncing quickly on him when you're on top though.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Not a huge fan. He likes to let his emotions out with sex and a time limit doesn’t let him do that as much as he wants. If it’s the only option then he’d rather just go down on you and vice versa tbh. To him, being inside you is 1000x more intimate, so he’d rather save it for when you both have time.

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)

A little bit, is totally down to fool around in public but i don’t think he’d go all the way with the risk of anyone seeing.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)

About 20-25 minutes each round?? Can go for a couple rounds as long as you let him come down fully in between

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?)

The only toy he owns would be one of those remote controlled vibrators he can use on you in public. Would probably be down to have his wrists tied or something like that.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If his dom side is making an appearance then get ready for the whole ordeal to be frustrating as all hell. He’ll touch you everywhere apart from where you're begging for him, enjoying every second of your expressions and voice getting more and more desperate.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)

he’s got quite a husky voice in general, his moans would be gravelly and drawn out, but kinda quiet.

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)

He gives off the energy of someone who’s a total romantic, which he can be, it just doesn't always carry over to sex. He’s got a super dominant side which admittedly, rarely makes an appearance, but when it does, you better behave bc he’s got rules lol...

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants)

average length, on the slimmer side

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

This is gonna sound weird considering how much i said i think he masturbates lol but I don’t think it’s crazy high at all. At least not physically. (hear me out lol) He sees sex as a way to emotionally connect with you and he wants to feel that every second of the day. So emotionally, it’s mad high, but physically, he’s not a total horn dog whose popping boners left and right.

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

kinda quickly, but he wants to make a moment lol. Dont be surprised if he starts doing some cliche shit like tryna sing you to sleep. He’ll be on the verge of sleep, running his hands over your hair, softly singing until you both drift off. Very cheesy, but also very cute.

#super junior #yesung #suju #super junior smut #super junior scenario #yesung smut #yesung imagine #yesung reaction #super junior imagine #kim jongwoon

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years

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Going Up?

[Trevante Rhodes x Black!PlusSize Reader]

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Smut of some kind

A/N: I FINALLY have a bday fic present for @nickidub718!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 Happy Birthday to you, I hope you had a good one and see a many more! You’ve been a great internet fam member to me, supportive, engaging and I couldn’t rest until this fic was finished (sis, this was a challenge lol I ain’t written smut in so long). This is my first Trevante fic, so hopefully it suffices!

The elevator dings after what felt like an eternity of waiting after you pressed the call button. You stand by the gold gilded doors, patiently standing by until finally opened. You do an internal fist pump at the sight of an empty car, strolling in quickly and punching your floor number and the close door button to make a clean getaway.

“Wait, hold up!” A deep voice calls. A hand comes between the closing doors, followed by a strong arm pushing them back forcefully. You jump at the action breaking your peace, watching as a man exhales in relief, walking on to the elevator with a smile that would make a turkey on Thanksgiving feel at ease about their life.

“Hey, sorry about that. I’d hate to wait for a new one.” The man stands across the way from you as you look ahead, giving a tight smile. As much as you were looking forward to a ride up alone, you see out of your peripheral his wide shoulders under his dark colored jacket, beautiful dark skin tone, 6 ft at least with a voice that can make a maniac sane.

“If you don’t mind me asking, you live here?” He asks bluntly. You look at him in confusion.

“Um...yeah, it’s a hotel.” You say.

He scratches the back of his head. “Yeah I know, I just wondered were you visiting or staying.”

You watch the numbers light up as the elevator travels.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

You scoff. “ I honestly think you're doing a lot right now asking all these questions.”

He shakes his head. “No...no I’m not. It’s just….a beautiful woman like you, going home alone….must have a name.”

His smile does you in this time, making you smile back but you look away. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t if it weren’t for me getting stood up. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but work comes first….it always does.”

He clicks his thick tongue at you. “That ain’t right. If you were mine, I would leave work early just to see you.” His voice drags the sentence out deep and slow.

“Yeah?”

He makes a face of disbelief. “Hell yeah! Dinner ready, table set, bath ran, the works!”

You shuffle anxiously, feeling yourself get warm from all of this complimentary conversation from a stranger. “Well, I appreciate that. I’m sure a guy like you has his pick of the litter when it comes to women.”

He cocks his head to the side, closing the space between you ever so carefully. “I don’t pick them, they pick me. And I’m hoping you do tonight.”

You look up at him, studying his eyes as he becomes just inches away from your face, his soft cucumber scented cologne wafting. You can tell in his face he was a cutie as a kid and for some reason that makes you feel safe next to him. You can tell he is a problem, but in this moment, you really don’t care. As long as he wasn't starting an issue with you, why not walk on the wild side for once.

“What’s your name? You ask.

“I asked first.” He retorts. You give your name, and he gives his: Trevante.

“What floor are you on?” You ask.

He shrugs, eyes beginning to wander your body. “Whatever floor you’re on.”

You decided in that moment to take a chance on him. Your night was not going to be ruined by some asshole who wanted to neglect you on your night of much needed romance. If another man as fine as this one comes along to volunteer to give you what you needed, who were you to look a gift horse in the dick.

The elevator finally makes it to your floor and you both step off to walk down the hall. Your room isn’t far as you take your keycard out to open the door. It appears your man had intentions on making an effort, but abandoned it halfway through. The plush carpet now has the pattern of scattered rose petals leading to the comforter of your bed. You stare in awe of the candles on you bedside dresser and table waiting to be lit, 90s R&B playlist musing your soul as you clutch your pearls.

Trevante looks around making a low whistle with his lips. “You really know how to wine and dine a nigga.”

You scoff at him. “This isn’t me, this is FOR me.” A card rests on a pillow with your name on it, handwritten by someone else obviously because your man had no good writing capabilities.

“Read it out loud for me.” Tre asks, coming up behind you.

You roll your eyes,, tearing open the envelope to read the note.

“‘In this place you’ll find great jewels, but these rubies were once a fools.’ Oh my God, this dude was sending me on a scavenger hunt.

Trevante looks at the note front and back. “Huh. Seems kinda lame but it might be fun.” He hops on the bed, causing the rose petals to jump, stretching out like an alley cat. “Let’s see what he got for you.”

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels and taking off your jacket. “Fine! It better get tougher because this one is real elementary.” You say as you walk over to your beveled glass jewelry box, lifting the handle to find a box of large, juicy strawberries from the farmer’s market.

“Oooh, these look delicious! Mm, can’t wait to wrap my mouth around these…” You moan in delight as you pick one up to enjoy.

“Aye! Let’s make a bet?” Trevante says as he flicks a lighter on, kneeling on the bed as he works on the bedside candles. “Find these clues he giving you before I finish lighting these candles, and you can set the rhythm for what we do tonight. But if I win, I do.”

You look back at Trevante, who has taken off his jacket and shoes, getting real comfortable, but agree because what else was there to do? You pick the strawberries out the box to find a familiar looking card along the bottom of the box. Opening it up, you read the next riddle.

“‘The city lights look so bright, good enough for an evening delight’....Ok, question.”

“Answer.” Trevante retorts, lighting the last candle on the table and walking over to the ones on your dresser.

“You think all the riddles related to things in this room? Cuz I’m not trying to look like a fool looking for shit on the street.”

Trevante guffaws, throwing his head back as he sets a candle down gracefully. “It wouldn’t make sense to set all this shit up here and make you leave. Use your head, you on the clock.”

You nod, looking at the note again. “Ok, then I’ll check this window and see…” Your windows were closed with heavy bamboo blinds, rolling one up you find a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream.

Picking them up, you turn to him, making a confused face but laughing all the same. “I hope you not lactose, because I will definitely make a split outta you in a minute.”

Trevante had two candles left on the dresser. “You soundin a little nervous over there, tryna tell jokes and shit. You got one more clue before I win my night with you.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you tauntingly.

You roll your eyes, peeling a card off the back of the syrup bottle. “It’s fine, I’m not a sore loser.”

“Yeah, you bout to be though.” He mutters.

“‘Treats aren’t sweet until they are in the right wrapper. Open this door to find yours.’ Ok, I don’t think they’re making this big of a deal for a condom, so let’s see...Should I go ahead and check my closet?”

Trevante is holding the last candle in his hand, unlit and tossing it up in the air like a softball repeatedly. “Couldn’t hurt to check.”

You put the cream and syrup down, making a beeline for your closet, pulling back the doors to find a black box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. Your mouth fell open as your fingers traced the embedded Savage x Fenty label on the top.

“You got two minutes to put that on before I order you forfeit.” Trevante’s voice carries across the room as a warning.

“This isn’t a very fair game, I gotta say.” You whine, picking up the box to head to the bathroom.

“Where you goin?” Trevante questions your path with a quickness.

You freeze in place. “I’m goin to change…”

Trevante shakes his head slow. “Uh uh, I want you to change out here. Make sure things are fitting right.” He sits on the edge of the bed, wide legged to study your every move.

You balk at him. “I don’t know you and you’re just being really extra right now, but I fucks with it so lemme shut up.”

You see Trevante’s white teeth like the Cheshire cat in the shadows as you untie the knot and open the box. You’ve been eyeing some new shit from Rihanna’s line for a minute but didn’t have the courage to bite the bullet for fear of disappointing quality or sizing problems. Past the wrapping paper, you find a royal purple bra and panty matching set. Both have a satin applique embroidery across the material that made the sexy set so cute.

“Aww, look! This is one of the ones I wanted to try!” You exclaim, tossing the items on the bed to proceed to snatch your shirt and skirt off without shame.

You hear the flick of his lighter as he ignites the last candle. “Yeah, you got good taste. That color gonna look bomb on you too.”

You turn away from him as you take off your tired bra to replace it with the new Fenty certified one. You felt your girls lift with pride as you clasp the hooks behind you and adjust the straps. A little recalibrating of your titties and BAM! You were ready to work work work! Next you drop your draws kick them off to the side and pull up the matching new pair. These also have an adorable peekaboo lace up right above your booty that you quickly admire as you run to the mirror to turn and look at.

The panties have little charms on either side, no bigger than your pinky nail: a dice block, heart, x and o’s, and a cherry. You couldn’t help drinking in your reflection in the mirror, sliding your hands across the material holding up your breasts, running your fingers down your cleavage over your belly to the top of your waistband. The material leaves little to the imagination due to it being sheer as well as tightly fitted around your waist and thighs.

You barely notice Trevante walking up behind you in the reflection, feeling yourself get shy again as he breaks your trance in your own world.

“How you like em?” He asks, licking his lips as he stands just inches behind you, lightly twirling a charm between his fingers against your hip.

You nod biting your lips. “It’s perfect, so damn sexy and cute, just my speed.”

Trevante breathes in deeply as he wraps his arms around you, putting a steady squeeze on your frame as he chin rests against your shoulder. “I don’t think we hit your speed yet.”

“No?” You ask quietly, resting your hands on top of his.

He shakes his head, spreading his hands wide across your stomach, appreciating the softness of your lingerie and body under his grasp, squeezing your hips roughly, you feel his presence against you even more.

“I like this on you, for sure. But I think you could use a few extra...toppings to set you off.” He looks at you in the reflection mischievously.

Your eyes squint as the gears start to turn in your head. “And that means…”

Trevante pecks your cheek lightly as he points to the table with your scavenger items lined up: whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate syrup.

You laugh out loud, bumping your butt against him to push him off you. “I’m not trying to be a sundae for you, I just wanna fuck.”

Trevante’s mouth hangs open in a wide as he struts slowly across the floor to pick up the items. “You see the room right? Lit up, aromatic, turned down just so that we can turn up, yeah?”

You nod in agreeance.

“But, the bet at the beginning was that if I beat you at putting on the final touches, i.e. the candle lighting, then I get to use this on you as I so choose. You remember that?”

His tone is cocky, conniving, yet so charismatic as he convinces you of the deal you agreed to.

You cross your arms defensively. “I ain’t into food fights man, this just seems extra complicated and boring to me.”

Trevante shakes his head, smiling all the same. “You don’t know me well enough. I’ll make it interesting, I promise. Just sit back on the bed there.”

You scoff at him walking in the direction hesitantly. “If you get one drop of that chocolate on these good sheets, I swear.”

“You better be glad you look good walking away, or I wouldn’t make this as fun for you no more.” Trevante says, putting the goods on his side of the bed, untucking his shirt, opening each button one by one.

“I don’t want fun, I want the business.” You mutter, laying back with a plop on the pillows.

Trevante shrugs his shoulders as he reaches to untie his tie. “Put your hands up.”

You look at the tie in his hands and back at his face, shaking your head. Trevante tuts at you, gripping your forearms firmly as he swings his leg over you to straddle. He brings lowers himself over you, eyes moving slowly over your face, studying you.

“You said you wouldn’t be a sore loser. Now you know I won’t hurt you, so quit acting silly and relax for once.”

You mull over his words. “You know you haven’t kissed me since I got here.”

Tre’s lips curl back at your words before landing softly on top of yours. This is just enough to get you started as you parted your lips quickly to let your tongue loose across his lips. You wanted him badly in between you but his straddling you made that impossible. You allowed him to move your arms back as your tongues teased one another, he moans into your mouth while sucking down hard on your bottom lip, intoxicating your senses before you realized his hands worked the scarf around your wrists and the headboard.

His hands run down the soft parts of your arm, reaching just above your armpit you begin to squirm.

“Tre! Stop! You not supposed to be tickling me, DAMN!” You giggle between protests.

Trevante laughs triumphantly as he reaches for the hem of his tank top to stretch it over his body, tossing it across the room safely away from the flames. Your breath catches in your chest as you view his body. He was not playing fair keeping you strapped down from feeling his beady curls decorating his proud chest, and not allowing your palms to caress the defined mountains and canyons that made up his abdominals. If chocolate cake turned into a man with the snap of your fingers, Trevante would appear. He looked just as succulent, rich, and left you licking your fingers wanting more.

“Ok, what now?” You ask breathlessly. Trevante gets up to walk casually to the end of the bed, grabbing the whipped cream.

“Open your them legs for me.” He commands you, shaking the can as he growth in his pants. You do so eagerly, feeling slight relief in letting your pussy breathe from the building pressure on her. He walks on his knees toward you, laying prone between your thighs, aiming the can at your inner right thigh. The air pressure sound of the can makes you jump a little as the white cream fluffs across the darker skin if your inner thigh, contrasting well for Trevante’s view.

He sets the can down, unfurling his wide tongue, spreading it across you skin to lap up the sweet indulgence between your legs. Your leg jumps at the sensation making your core throb as you bite your lip at the sight, you laugh nervously.

“Do it taste good to you?” You ask meekly.

Trevante nods. “Of course you sweet to me. You wanna try it?”

You nod, opening your mouth as he grabs the can. He tips the can to his mouth, filling it with cream before meandering his way up your body. You try to hold back your laughter as you toys with your mouth, nudging it with his nose and lips to feed you the cream.

“You are ridiculous!” You exclaim but eventually opening your to his, he uses his tongue to give you a taste, letting you suck the sweetness from his mouth. The action becomes more natural as his hips instinctually rock against your heat, stiffening against you. You get excited from his quiet ‘shit’ you hear him say as he breaks away from your mouth.

He shakes his head to clear his mind, blinking a few times as he straightens up to grab the syrup. “Ok, punishment almost done.”

You stick your bottom lip out. “Darn!”

His muscles flex as he breaks the seal of the bottle, popping the top. “Where should I put this?”

“Do I get a say in that?” You ask.

He smirks shaking his head. “It was rhetorical.” His wide hand lays flat against your throat, not applying pressure but caressing the sensitivity of your windpipe and what could be. His chest rises and falls while his eyelids grow heavy. His hand travels down your neck to massage your titty, thumbing across the peak of one of your nipples, your back caves toward him begging for his touch to deepen.

He tips the bottle bottle over your midsection, making a circle around your belly button. He bends down to bring his tongue across you, enjoying dessert on your belly. His tongue linger over one area of your stomach.

“I like this scar here.” He says softly, tracing the bolt of stretch marks across your belly like a treasure map.

You grow anxious from this intimacy. Noticing details about your body, worshiping the ‘imperfections’ made you feel more beautiful than he could ever understand.

“I earned them. This thickness doesn’t come cheap.” You quip.

Trevante looks up at you with a look of desire you barely had time to decipher.

“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance to enjoy it. It’s so damn sexy.” His tone drops an octave causing you to writhe under him.

“How sexy am I to you?”

His eyes lock on your as his fingers reach the tops of your cups, to free your breasts from their binds. He brings them together gently, kissing around your areola slowly. Each audible peck, seeing the softness of this hard boy over you made your senses go into overdrive, threatening your shoulder sockets as you begin to buck your ties when his mouth locks onto your nipples.

You gasp, melting yourself into his mouth as much as possible as you encourage him through gritted teeth. Your legs rub along his sides, hooking him closer to your core as you hope for more of him to come soon.

Trevante pulls himself from your chest to crawl downward, firmly but carefully pulling down your charmed underwear.

“Tre, wait!”

Trevante wasn’t looking for that reaction as he peered at you in confusion.

“I mean, just untie me. I can’t take anymore of this without some control of my body, and I know that mouth will make me dislocate my arms.”

Trevante shakes his head as he crawls over you to turn you loose. “Aight, but don’t be wildin on me.”

Soon as you felt the loosening of your wrists, you tore yourself away pushing Tre on his back.

“Whoa, the fuck? I thought I -”

“That’s not what I wanna hear. Get to work!” You adjust yourself across his face, splaying your pussy above his mouth. “You wanna eat so damn bad, eat something good for you.”

You pat his head between your legs as he looks up at you playfully while you unhook your bra to free your titties completely. His hands wrap around your thighs before dipping into your treasure, spreading your lips with his tongue, painting his name inside of you.

Your jaw drops at first lick, contracting your stomach as he teases your clit with a smart occasion flick that makes you putty in his hands. Your dare to sit yourself down further on his face, which Tre moans gleefully over. The sucking, tasting sounds of his mouth against you make you shiver as you connect it to your orgasm building.

“Stay right there, that’s….the rhythm I….OH!” You grip his skull like a bowling ball as you become unhinged. Tre smacks your ass, shaking it to and fro while you ride your orgasm out arching backward on a high. You work your hips into his mouth while reaching backward. Finding the top of his trousers.

Expertly, you undo his top button, sliding his fly down carefully as his erection threatens the room left in his pants. You look over your shoulder seeing his dick resting against his stomach, thick and heavy, and jerking every so often. Taking the tip in your hands, you massage his already moistened head, stretching the wetness along his shaft.

Tre smacks your ass again. “You gonna kill me with this pussy of yours.” He says with a southern drawl.

You laugh breathlessly as you feel him grow under your grip. “And imma bring that ass back to life just so I can ride this dick again.”

You smile to yourself proudly jacking him off while he eats you out, a happy prequel to your love making.

But Tre isn't one to keep you comfortable in one spot too long. Before you knew, his grip on your backside grows stronger. You feel his thighs tightening and soon you're up in the air. Tre went from completely flat to lifting you in the air with nothing to hold onto but his head. Your hands and thighs grip around him with a death grip.

“Tre! Don't you EVER do that without telling me first!” you scold him, thank God and cursing him.

Trevante’s hands find the center of your back and leans forward. Your thigh grip lessens but you keep a firm grip on his head as your legs roll down his shoulders.

You look up at him petrified in this circus act while he just grins at you all goofy. “If I told you, you wouldn't wanna do it.”

Your heart rate begins to calm down some. “Yeah you right!”

Tre shrugs. “I can't help but want my baby sitting high on her throne. That pussy motivates me to do some crazy shit, and that look on your face was worth it.”

“That so? Or you just tryna make sure you don’t cum too fast on me?” You rebuttal.

He looks up a moment in thought. “nah, i don't think that's ever happened. That was a cute trick though.”

“You're not the only one with em.” You say, stroking his beard shining with your juices embedded in his curls. You couldn't help but want a taste as you kissed him, hungrier than before with the whipped cream. You couldn't take much more foreplay and Tre read that too as you feel one hand playing with his dick between you, slapping it across your pussy lips. He exhaled sharply through his teeth as you massage his scalp, scooting to line yourself up with his dick more; a feat more difficult given your legs on his shoulders. But once he found his way inside, your extremities unanimously degraded under his girth. Your back bent outta shape as your neck gave way to moan. He hadn't even made his way completely inside and you were already a mess.

“Shhh, don't start acting up. I ain't even started with you yet.” Tre says, kissing your chin softly.

“Just go slow, gatdamn.” You wince.

“Don't worry, I plan to savor every surface of these walls.” He groans as you feel him stretch you out more and more. The first stroke took forever to complete before he was deep inside you, your muscles contracting around his dick without control to become used to him, now you needed him to move. Knees in your chest, dick in your gut, you could barely breathe.

“You want me to hit that pussy fast or slow?” He asks, gripping your hips to move you on him slowly.

You feel flush and anxious. “Just hit it daddy, please. I need it.”

He nods laying his forehead against yours. “Whatever you want.” Sounded more like a warning as he splayed your legs wider to wrap around his body. You rub his neck gingerly as he pulled in and out of you slow at first, your pussy makes soft, wet noises, pleasantly accepting his dick within you.

Soon his pace begins to quicken, spreading his lap under you for stability as his hips rise against you. His strokes create a recoil in your body, bouncing against him erratically. You hold tight to his shoulders for dear life feeling yourself on the edge.

Trevante’s face fights for a stoic appearance but you make it hard for him. “Who you been hiding this pussy from?”

You run your hands along his chest; soft skin over a hardened interior, your own personal human stress ball to squeeze.

“I haven’t...hid from nobody…” You say broken up by your passions.

Trevante’s pulls you into him, holding you tightly as he suckles on your neck and chest, using his full arm strength to bounce you on top of him vigorously. The sudden change in position shocked the hell out of your clit, now getting direct stimulation with his rhythm.

“Mm, that ass sounds nice bouncing on me. Make it sing baby.” Tre encourages you as you attempt to keep up before your climax makes you almost tap out. But Tre wasn’t a quitter, making sure you whimpered his name like it was your final wish.

Tre groans loudly, taking your hair in his hands to pull your mouth on his once more, his tongue dances inside your mouth so strong you knew it wasn’t over yet.

A smack on your left booty cheek brings you back down to earth again. “Get on your hands and knees, I wanna see that ass bounce on me in real time.”

Before your could protest for a break, he picks you up with one arm wrapped around your waist before turning and tossing you on the bed.

“Oh shit! Damn you too strong! You hulking out on me when I’m vulnerable.” You whine as he twists your leg to turn you over.

“There you go talking again. The game is over, and I ain’t come here to play with you.” He lays on top of you starting at the nape of your neck, sliding kisses down your back. Your muscles twitch with each massage of his mouth over your back, not missing a nook or cranny around before reaching your backside. Tre creates an arch in your back, pulling your hips back and knees forward for the perfect position.

Tre chuckles as he rubs on your cheeks. “I think we got this pussy going rabid now.”

“The fuck does that mean?” You ask, face down in your comforter.

“Pussy lookin like it’s foaming at the mouth, it’s so creamed up. Ain’t no dick like new dick for you, huh?” Tre emphasizes his point with a simple stroke of his tip against your pussy lips

You nod, looking back at him sheepishly. “Mhm, it’s my favorite. You’ve been a big surprise.”

“We gotta make this happen more often…” Tre pushes himself inside you again, renewing your arousal. Gripping the sheets you steady yourself for him to pound away, but instead are met with a slow, almost lazy stroke.

You whine. “What’re you doing, give me something.”

Tre just stands behind you rubbing your back. “I said I wanna see that ass dance, make it dance.”

You smirk as you catch his drift, pushing back into him until you feel your limit being reached, sliding down his shaft again. You make a slight wind of your hips as you maintain a rhythm, bumping your cheeks against this pelvis.

“God, you feel so good.” You moan as your head drops.

“Uh uh, come on, that shit looks too good, pick your head up and throw it back.” Tre demands, sliding his hand up your back to pull your head back. You seethe from the new pressure but fall in line with his encouragement. Retaining your posture you bounce against him thoughtfully, squeezing around him periodically for good measure. Tre leans over you keeping ahold of your hair as the applause of your bodies in motion raises in volume.

“That’s it, put all that shit on me.” Tre says, biting down as your pussy yanks his dick over and over again.

“Yes, daddy, mm hurt me please.”

“You say hurt you?”

You nod, grabbing your breasts to stabilize their bounce as he pounds against your ass, slapping you over and over. You knees begin to give out, falling down on the bed as Tre follows behind you.

“I don’t know what you running from. You want this ass whipped, Imma give you that.” He says, throttling your pussy as you lay on your stomach, fingers clawing into your linens, toes gnarled in arousal as you scream into the mattress.

“What was that?” Tre asks, pausing his assault as he lifts on leg to twist you around on your back while still inside you. Putting one leg on your shoulder. He leans over you with hands on either side of your body thrusting harder within you. Your hand presses against his stomach,trying your best to remain in control.

“What were you saying when I had that ass in the air?” Tre asks.

You stifle your moans, gritting your teeth. “It.. wasn’t...nothing…”

“You look like you got a lot to say, so say it.” Tre breathes hard over you, grabbing your titties as his strokes doesn’t relent.

“It’s...too….good…” You squeak.

“What is?” His hands find your throat.

“That...dick...ohhhh, it’s too good!”

“You ain’t telling me shit I don’t know. This pussy takin it well.” He squeezes his hands around you.

You sigh loudly feeling your arousal climb as your breathing shallows. “You make it feel good daddy!”

“You gonna save this pussy for me later?” Tre asks.

“I’ll save it for you again and again and-AH!” You smack his chest in frustrated bliss as he makes you cum hard, strangling his shaft between you, your leg threatens to cramp up as he bears down on you, keeping you hollering at the top of your lungs as your hands fall, surrendering to his body.

“I want stay in this.” Tre groans.

“Cum in me baby, please cum.” You beg, holding his face carefully, He turns his head to kiss your palm, digging you out dramatically as his pressure climbs. Soon his body falls on top of you, filling you up.

“Ah, fuck. Oh shit, girl. Damn….” You both remain still a minute, heartbeat to heartbeat still excitedly beat as your bodies catch up to the current intermission.

Tre rolls off of you and on his back, watching the ceiling. You carefully roll over in his area, kissing his chest, twirling and rubbing the hairy, soft, firmness that is his magnificent body; feeling the rise and fall of his tightening stomach.

“How long you want me around for?” Trevante asks, running his fingers along your face.

You rest your chin on his chest, thinking. “I would feel bad if I didn’t get you some room service by the time morning comes.”

“What about ole dude? He not coming back tonight?”

“Honey, he’s not coming nowhere near me after this. My pussy got a whole new muscle memory that he is no longer eligible for.”

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rugrat-club · 5 years

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Little girl

Please if you uncomfortable with this concept do not read! And no the reader is NOT underage.

Also pls be prepared it’s VERY shity and I might delete.

Warning: dd/lg kink, choking, smut, spanking, mentions of abandonment and abuse, rated R.

Summary: in which diego and y/n have a dd/lg relationship.

Pairing: diego hargreeves x female reader!

The only sound was silence in the room, besides the sound of you humming along to a song stuck in your head, as you tied up your shoelaces. When diego’s foot steps was known walking towards the bedroom, you took off running to the first hiding place. loud waddling, shoes scuffing the floor. Crawling to hide under the bed. “Hey, princess! I’m home.” His voice was filled with concern. He paced the room, but finally catching up because you did this a lot. “Come on, cuddle bug. I know your hiding somewhere.” His voice creeped in a lower tone.

Yours and diego’s relationship wasn’t always kinky, it became in a loving way with dd/lg. And it all when with was with a simple accidental name “daddy”. Calling diego daddy by accident, triggered a very huge mile stone. Never having a dad in your childhood life, made you crave it since you was a little girl. Seeing most kids have a father figure, meanwhile your father abandoned you without a reason. It was a issue you tried to ignore but you couldn’t ignore the love you craved. When meeting diego at a older age things changed, he was well known to your issues. Having him sorta as a father figure filled a void, he never minded it. This side of the relationship wasn’t so public, everyone knew you guy was dating, but never this side. “What does daddy have to do to get you to come out?” He huffed. You cuped your mouth over you hand, disguising your breathing. He made effort looking into the closest. But finding you nowhere. “Listen, baby. I’m sorry for coming home late. Just please stop hiding.” Diego defeatedly shouted. Pulling yourself from under the bed, showing him exactly where you was hiding. “There you are! Cuddle bug. You gotta stop hiding from daddy.” He grinned, just like it was any other day. Crossing your arms over your chest, ciss-crossing your short legs, with a pout in your lips. “Your late again.” Voice laced with sadness. His smile soon turned to a fown. He crouched down to your level. Your eyes tinted in pure anger. “I’m sorry, mama. I’ll make it up to you.” Diego lifted his hand, pushing your loose hair behind your ear. Putting your thumb into your mouth. “You always say that.” You muffed over. He grabbed you, standing from the ground to his full height. Wrapping your legs around his waist with your head on his shoulder, rubbing your face into the crook of his neck. “Why are you so cranky?” He chuckled, rubbing your back in slow circles. As a response you did nothing but sit silently. He stood still for a second, thinking of your cranky behavior and ways to get you out of it. He knew coming home late always upsetted you. “Do you wanna play?” He questioned quietly, looking down for your reaction. You softly hummed a “yes.” He leaded fown to the bed, dropping you on it. A giggle flew from your lips, immediately changing the mood in the room. He hovered over you, peaking your lips. “see that’s the smile I’m looking for.” You tugged at his shirt. “I wanna play with you.” He nodded his head understanding perfectly. Diego peeled his shirt off his body, throwing somewhere around the room. His nicely toned body made you squeezed your legs together, rubbing trying to release some of the pressure. His eyes met you only wearing a tiny skirt and a tank top, sucking on your thumb. He craved your pretty mouth on him, your hands soft like butter all over him. “Are you gonna be a good little girl for daddy?” He cooed at you. “Yes. Daddy.” You nodded quickly. Diego’s hands creeped to your skirt, taking his time to pull it down. His eyes met your wet heat, obviously not wearing any panties. “Now What have I told you about not wearing any panties?” He tsked, running his middle finger down your thigh. Feeling chills creep up your spine. “It’s b-bad.” You stuttered, losing control over your words. “I think this owns you a punishment.” He smirked. Your chest tightened at his words. Face flustered at the thought. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Come on.” He patted his lap loudly making you gulp. Slowly waddling over to him, he placed you over his lap, bending you over on his leg. Rubbing over your left cheek. “Are you gonna count?” He asked sincerely. You nodded, slowly. “I didn’t hear you!” He cupped his hand behind his ear. “Yes. Daddy.” He let out a small growl, smacking. You jerked up at sudden connection. “One!” You squeaked out.

Then another, hard. “Two!” You shakily breathed. Dripping wetness onto his pants, he slapped again, it was much harder then the other times. Jumping up, “Three.” You cried out, breathless. Closing your eyes tightly at the fourth, feeling your legs twitching. “Four.” You sucked in a breath trying to stand, thinking he was done. “Sorry princess.” He planted a loud and rough smack. You jumped, breathing unevenly. “Five.” He rubbed over the red burning hand print leave on your left ass cheek. He plopped you back on your feet, legs feeling like jelly, and lastly turned on. “You good? Mama” he stared at you in awe at your cherry red cheeks, along with tough breaths. You nodded, not having a word to say. He pointed at the bed. You easily climbed up, sitting on your knees. “Take it all off.” He motioned to your tank top and bra. Doing just as he said. Getting comfortable in between the pillows, spreading your legs, as they was bend upwards. Giving him a full view of your heat dripping wet onto the bed. He grunted palming himself through his pants. “Daddy, I want it.” You whined, making his cock twitch. Dropping his pants to the ground. “Come get it.” He smirked, freeing his hard member out from his boxer, it was leaking precum. Your stomach doing backflips at the sight, aching for him to be inside of you. Crawling to the edge of the bed, he watched every move closely. Bending a leg up, he got closer. You batted your lashes at him. Teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. “Daddy.” You dragged it out, shaking your head. “Beg for it, princess.” Diego kept rubbing against your clit. “Please. Daddy, treat me like a good girl and fuck me till my pretty legs can’t walk.” The dirty words was laced with such a innocent voice. He slipped himself in making you tingle at the feeling. Giving you a couple seconds to adjust, you gave him a nod. Diego began thrusting in and out, making you wimper. Eyes closing tightly as he stretched you out, legs bend in the air. “Daddy.” You moaned when he picked up the pace, making the whole bedfame rock. His hand was in between you two rubbing your clit. A scream left your lips, letting the neighborhood know what’s doing on in your bedroom. “Fuck, Your so tight.” Diego groaned, your wetness coating his cock. “Your taking me so good.” He moaned throwing his head back, his full length was in you. “Faster daddy.” His fingers worked magic making you clutch. “Shit.” He mumbled at your action, wiping the sweat off his forehead, fire burning in his vains. “D-d-daddy!” You shook coming close to your orgasm. Aching your back off the bed, buckleing your hips, it was like your body wasn’t on the hot bed anymore. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, diego couldn’t help but be amazed at the girl under him close to a orgasm looking sexy as hell. “Fuck, daddy. I’m close.” You panted, focused on your approaching orgasm. “Me too, princess.” Diego’s thrusts slowed as his climax was near. Still rubbing the tiny nerve bud. His other hand found itself wrapped around your neck, applying slightly pressure. Your legs shook, at both pleasures. “Ah-shit! I’m cumming.” You cried out, squirming around the bed, humping against him, trying to ride out your orgasm. Diego grunted, mumbling cuss words then soon feeling his warm liquid shoot into you, filling you up. He thrusted slow, only riding out his too before pulling out, while you spill on the bed. “You still mad at me? Cuddle bug.” Diego fell next to you, roughly breathing. “No, like you said I was cranky.” You stated like it was a fact. “Baby just missed daddy right?” He flicked his tongue against the top of his mouth. You giggled in response, turning to him. “I’ll run you a bath to get you cleaned up.” Diego kissed your forehead before standing from the bed. “A lot of bubbles please!”

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weelittleweasley · 6 years

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Leather Skirt | Sweet Pea x Reader

Sentence Prompt Number(s): 18, 19, 20

Stop biting your lip, you’ll draw blood.

I want your hands on my body.

I don’t care who the fuck is watching.

Request status: OPEN!

Warnings: Smut, profanity

Dangling upside down off of Betty’s bed, you watch as she scans through her closet, trying to find something to wear for tonight. She throws skirts and blouses all around, each one a pastel color or embroidered with a floral design. Betty said she wanted to look “hot for Jug,” but nothing in her closet yelled “sex pot.” She continued to push clothes aside, hoping something would show up magically.

“Is a denim skirt too casual?” she questions, holding up a light wash one against her waist, examining how it would look.

You shrug, “It’s a high school party. I don’t think anyone is thinking about proper dress attire.” Betty rolls her eyes and continues to skim her closet. Your phone buzzes next to your head and you grab it to see who texted.

Where r u? I told u to come @ 9

Sighing, you quickly respond to your boyfriend’s text. He always got a little antsy when you didn’t let him know what you were up to or where you were. Be there soon, love. “Betty, let’s get this show on the road please,” you beg.

Betty turns to you, “It’s not like anyone shows up to these parties on time. It’s just 9:05 now. We’d be the first ones there and that makes us look desperate. Now help me pick out shoes.”

She disappears into her closet yet again as your phone lights up with yet another text from your boyfriend. Define soon. I wanna see u in that leather skirt u were telling me about ;). A small smile creeps up on your face as you bite your lip. Your phone buzzes with another text from him, Send me a pic.

You peel yourself from Betty’s bed and take a mirror picture of what you were wearing to this party. A tight, white body suit paired with a leather skirt. It wasn’t something you’d normally wear, but it made you feel sexy and confident. Sweet Pea loved when you felt like this--you saw yourself in the same light he saw you.

Seconds later and there is an instant reply from him. Jesus Christ, doll. You giggle at his message, but before you can concoct a response he sends another text. Those would look even better on my bedroom floor.

You suck in a breath, biting down on your lip. Whenever Pea spoke like this, it’d drive you nuts. He knew that if he could get you worked up, it’d force you to come over to the party quicker and he’d have you wrapped around your finger for the rest of the night. You hesitantly start to type back, Don’t start with me now.

You know he has a shit eating grin on his face wherever he was--he knew he had won. As those three little dots appear on your screen, you carefully seat yourself on Betty’s bed as she searches for her other sneaker. Why shouldn’t I? You know I want my hands on your body, baby. Do you want that?

Gulping, you feel the air around you grow thick and your face heats up. He had a way with words and not in the sense people were usually used to. Dragging your fingers across your keyboard, you sent a yes to your boyfriend before he says, Tell me what you want. Lemme hear it.

In your head, a million thoughts start to fly around, causing your heart to race. Images and memories of touches resurface making your mouth dry. You never gave into Sweets’ temptations over text, but there was something tonight that made you feel a little braver. It could have been the skirt. But you convinced yourself that you’d try something different tonight. I want your hands on my body you type and send. Patiently, you wait for his reply.

Get your ass over here now he replies.

“Stop biting your lip, you’ll draw blood,” Betty teases you as you slap her arm. “Now let’s get a move on.”

The car ride to the party was fairly uncomfortable. You couldn’t help but think about what Pea had planned for that night. Was he drunk? Or was he dead sober? How was this gonna happen? Were you just gonna have sex in someone else’s room? That didn’t seem ideal. Or were you gonna arrive to the party just to leave? That didn’t seem ideal either. The ride was over in what seemed like seconds, your thoughts occupying you.

As you made your way up to the front door of the house, Betty lightly laughs, “Are you okay, Y/N? You didn’t speak the whole car ride here.” You nod your head and give a breathy yeah. “Alright...” she trails off, knowing that something was up.

Before you could reveal to Betty what may happen tonight, or what was going to happen, the door swung open to reveal Jughead. “Ladies,” he smiled, talking over the loud music before embracing Betty, placing a kiss on her forehead. You follow the both of them inside, inspecting your surroundings of the house. There were more people than you expected here, North and South Side kids alike.

Walking further into the house, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a pair of hot lips kiss at the skin of your neck. A smile creeps up on your face as you giggle, “Well, who could that be?” you tease.

Sweet Pea spins you around you face him before pressing his lips to yours. “You look even better in person,” he whispers against your lips. He kisses you again a little more forceful this time, making sure you got the message loud and clear. He wanted you tonight just as much as you wanted him. You kissed him back harder, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, massaging his with yours. His hands trailed down to squeeze your ass as you let out a little gasp. He chuckled, pressing your body into his.

His calloused palms run over your backside before finding their way under your skirt, teasing the lace material of your panties. You push him away abruptly. “Baby, not here. Not where everyone can see us,” you tell him, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Then, he dips his head down to your ear, “I don’t give a fuck who is watching,” he growls huskily, making your crave for him grow. “I could give a damn if everyone watch me fuck you right here,” he grinds his hips against yours, “right now.” Your mouth falls dry as you begin to take a quicker pace of breath. “Follow me,” he grabs your hand, whisking you away upstairs.

Upstairs, there are a few rooms to chose from and of course, you want the most secluded, but he wants the room that’s closest to the stairs so everyone can hear what you two were up to. Without knocking, Pea barges in to a room and dismisses a couple who had arrived before you. The younger boy scurries out with his lady, making the room available for you two.

“You're such an ass,” you laugh as you enter the room, Pea shutting the door behind you.

“Hey, you’re the one who’s having sex with me,” he grins before pushing you against the door, pressing hot open mouthed kisses down your neck. He wastes no time, and neither do you, pushing clothes off of each other, each garment falling to the floor in a hurry. He was so eager to do this, it made it seem like a life or death situation. But you couldn’t blame him. You wanted him just as badly, peeling off every clothing item off of him. All of your worries seemed to melt away as you melted underneath his touch. Pea pulls of your skirt and your panties in one go, leaving them dangling around your ankles. Sweets doesn’t bother laying you on the bed; he was gonna take you right like this. Just the way he liked.

He dug into his jeans’ pocket before finding a condom, ripping the wrapping off so harshly it could have ripped the rubber. Slowly, he rolled it onto his member, careful not to break it. Too frustrated that he was moving too slow, you had wrapped your legs around his waist, ready for him. He let out a small chuckle before sliding his hard length into you. A melody of sighs erupts from both of your mouths as he buries his face into your neck, kissing the soft flesh. “Move, baby,” you encourage him after you’d adjust to his size. After he prompted, Sweets moved his hips, falling into a rhythm. He releases a throaty moan, the sound reverberating on your soft skin. His grip on your waist tightens, pushing your hips into his every thrust. “Faster,” you whisper. “Come on, baby.”

Pea’s movements speed up, each thrust quicker and harder than the last, finding that spot that drove you nuts. You moan out as one of Pea’s hands starts to grope your left breast. “Go ahead,” he encourages. “Call out my fucking name. Let everyone know who makes you feel good.”

“Oh my God, Sweets, fuck,” you cry out as he drags a lazy thumb across your swollen clit. “Don’t stop, b-baby. Fuck,” you pant. Seeing you as a writhing mess underneath him drove Pea wild. Your face flushed and mouth agape. You were a fucking stunner.

Biting on your neck, Pea says in between thrusts, “You feel so good. Your tight little pussy wrapped around my fat cock. You like that?” You nods your head feverishly. “Say it out loud.”

Screwing your eyes shut, you pant, “I love it when you fuck me like this.”

“Good girl,” he moans. Soon enough, his thrusts become more sloppy and less rhythmic meaning he’s close. And you were there with him, that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Pea can tell you’re close and he speaks, “Come, baby. Come all over my dick.”

Only a few moments later do you release all over him, Pea finishing a few seconds later. He always wanted you to come first, so he could watch you finish. Your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, eyes closed shut, lips parting. Just the sight of it could make him come.

The two of you remain in that position, you wrapped around him, him holding you against the door, before you peel your sweaty body off of him. You remain in silence as you clean up after yourself, the two of you still catching your breath. After you clean up, you start to slide your panties back on, but Pea slaps your ass. “I want you wearing that skirt every. damn. day. You hear me?” he growls as you laugh.

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so-dovey · 5 years

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make outs and broken glass | dovie

L o c a t i o n : D A L L A S, TX 04/17/2019

B a c k g r o u n d I n f o : Dove and Jamie head home from Game 4 only to find a surprise at home.

F e a t u r i n g : @j14benn , mentions of @xsofiacarson and @tsgn91

T R I G G E R W A R N I N G : PDA, hints at sex, burglary

Jamie: That win for the team was one they needed to push them into game 5, the score ending 5-1 made Jamie happier than anyone could’ve ever expected. All the post-game interviews were short and sweet, and Jamie was trying his hardest to get changed so he could meet his girlfriend outside the locker room. A quick shower, making sure he could all the sweat he could off, and brushed his hair back, not even trying to style it like he usually did. Once he came out of the shower most of the guys were finished with their interviews and the others were already changing, Tyler had already beaten him to the punch and was already in his suit, checking himself in the mirror. Jamie chirped the male with a ‘in a rush for a hot date?’ only with Tyler to shake his head as a retort. Jamie himself worked to get changed back into his game day suit, making sure not to mess it up, knowing he’d wear it for the next game. Once the 29-year-old was changed, throwing a beanie over his after-shower hair, he walked out of the double doors and swept the small familiar blonde into his arms, lifting her and kissing her, she was dressed in her new Stars jean jacket with his name and number on the back that he could get to her last minute, thanks to one of the other wags. He was thankful Jordie can’t keep his mouth shut and told Jamie what he had heard from Jess about them ‘losing’ Dove’s jacket. He didn’t want to let go of her, he was enjoying the kisses, knowing she’d be leaving the next day, back for LA. ‘GET A ROOM’ could be heard from down the hall from the male Jamie had made fun of earlier, “Shut up Tyler!” Jamie said back after breaking the kiss.

Dove: Not only did Dove get to hang with all the other WAGs but she also ended up getting a jacket last minute thanks to Jamie. She was near tears when he presented it to her before they left for the game. She was so insanely thankful for the sweet gesture, she didn't need it necessarily but he knew it meant a lot even if she didn't admit that to him. Dressed in her jean jacket, his number across the back, she cheered as they scored goal after goal. The AAC was on fire and so were the boys. It was absolutely amazing and Dove was so happy and proud of the whole team but especially Jamie. She made her way down to the locker room after picking up Sofia from her seat with some of the Nashville WAGs that had made the way to Dallas. Standing in front of the Stars locker room talking about the game as the they waited for both their boys. One of the first ones out was Tyler who gave Dove a quick hug before looking at Sofia. A large smile appeared on his lips. "Aren't you gonna introduce me, Chloe? Who's your pretty little friend?" Dove rolled her eyes a little. "This is Sofia. She is about to head to the Preds locker room to meet her boyfriend." the blonde pointed out, Sofia chuckling softly at the comments. Before Dove could say anything else or give the two any more attention Jamie came and swept her up. He lifted her up as her legs wrapped around his waist before leaning more into the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as one hand snuck up under his beanie and into his hair. She wanted to ignore Tyler's comment but Jamie broke the kiss to tell him to shut up. She chuckled before pulling Jamie back into the kiss, not wanting to let him go.

Jamie: Like a 3-year-old talking back to their parents, Tyler replied with a ‘MAKE ME!’ only for Jamie to laugh, before replying to the younger male, “How’s that rash? Has Kate seen it yet?” With that, Tyler flipped him off and kept walking, Jamie smiled as he turned back to Dove, still in his arms “So do I carry you like this out to the car, or should we walk like normal human beings?” Jamie would be fine carrying her out, but at the same time, it wouldn’t be very professional of them to do such a thing, especially after a big game like that. Taking her hand, he thought he’d walk with her to drop Sofia off at the Predator’s locker for Josi to spend time with her. Once it was just the two of them, he walked with her down the tunnel, heading down towards the car. This moment he was hoping they’d make it home in time to possibly, finally, get the sexy time he was hoping for. Thinking about her like that as they were walking was making him a little hot and bothered a bit.

Dove: Dove chuckled "Walking like normal humans is probably the adult thing to do here" she laughed a little as she let him place her back on her feet. After dropping Sofia off at the Preds locker room the two headed to the car, hands intertwined as she looked over at him with a smile on her lips. Reaching over to grab the beanie she pulled it off his head with a giggle. "Why are you hiding the hair?" she smirked. Once they both settled down in the car she leaned over to run her fingers through his hair before leaning into another kiss. "Let's go home so I can rip that suit off of you" she whispered against his lips with a smirk playing on her lips. All she wanted was to rip his clothes off of him and jump him right here but she knew it wasn't too long of a drive until they would be at his house.

Jamie: When they got into the car, she asked about his beanie, he let a grin creep across his face, “Cause I was saving it for you, and didn’t want to put product back into it after the shower,” glancing over to her, he raised an eyebrow and made a kissy-face in her direction before she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled her close when she kissed him. Letting out a deep breath when she mentioned ripping the suit off of him, this whole scenario was giving him tingles, maybe tonight was the night, maybe they’d get a bit more good luck if they finally have sex. With knowing what was on the line when they reached his house, the drive felt longer to Jamie, it was if it was a buildup of what was to come. Pulling into the driveway, the male immediately put it in park and reached over the center console and pulled the blonde in for a deep kiss, as if to keep going from where they left off, knowing they needed to make it into the house, Jamie once again had to break the kiss apart, only to climb out of the car, then over to her side to help her out and pull her again into another kiss.

Dove: The drive felt like forever tonight, her hand resting on his thigh, occasionally playing with his hair. The anticipation was absolutely killing her and she just wanted him so badly. As soon as they were in his drive way he parked, didn't even pull into the garage that's in how much of a rush he was. She leaned into the kiss, deepening it before letting him pull apart so they could get out. Once out of the car he pulled her into another kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down a bit more as she deepened the kiss again. Part of her wanted to get inside and hurry up to the bedroom but part of her also really wanted to enjoy this. The sensation of his hands on her body, his lips on hers and their bodies close together. After another moment she was the one to pull away, taking his hand in hers. Without another word she walked towards the front door.

Jamie: Kissing as they walked up toward the front door, they didn’t know what was to come, but something felt off to Jamie as he walked up to the house, before opening the door he broke apart the kiss, using his key to unlock the house. They were met with a mess. Couch cushions ripped a part, stuff scattered all over the floor, it was an obvious home invasion, “Fuck!” the male said loudly. Reaching behind the coat rack, he picked up the baseball bat he used when he first thought Dove was breaking in, he had left it there. He turned to dove and handed her the keys, “Get back in the car and call the police” He knew his alarm had to have gone as the red light from the alrams keypad was blinking a bright red. Hearing scurrying from the kitchen he braced himself as if he was up to bat if he saw whoever was in his house. As he turned the corner, the figure in black clothes darted out the broken sliding door and out into the back yard. Jamie was hot on his tail, but running in his nice shoes and suit impeded his speed, the burglar was up and over the fence before Jamie could make it to it. “GOD DAMN IT!” He yelled, pounding his hand against the fence. Once walking back into the house, the sound of broken glass under his feet, he was greeted by seeing 3 cop cars pulling up to the house.

Dove: Dove saw the mess in the living room when they walked in, her eyes grew wide as Jamie seemed to know exactly what was going on. The female did as instructed, quickly hurrying back out to the car, getting inside and calling the police on her phone. She was talking about a mile a minute, eyes focused on the house as she worried about Jamie was about to do. The female was talking to 911 on the phone as three cop cars already pulled up. Jamie's alarm must've already alerted them when the intruder first entered the house. The blonde was quite shaken up as she sat there looking at the house. Up until this point no house she ever lived in, or stayed at for extended periods of time had ever been broken into so this was a different experience. She sat frozen in the seat of the car, waiting to see Jamie safe and sound. Needing an all clear before she could go back inside that house.

Jamie: When the cops rolled up, Jamie was quick to drop the bat and put his hands up in the air. The officers did have their guns drawn when they got out of the cars, but once realizing Jamie was unarmed, they motioned for him to walk towards them, they were able to check over him quickly, patting him down to make sure there was nothing he was hiding. That’s when they asked what happened, “We got home, I opened the door and noticed the place was ransacked, I haven’t checked upstairs, but I also wouldn’t be surprised” Jamie started motioning for Dove to get out of the car and join him, “We just got home from the game, and…” That’s when he realized Waffle was still in his crate upstairs, “Our dog is upstairs in the bedroom, can I go get him, he’s probably scared out of his mind...” The officer stated that he should stay down and talk to them and then asked one of the other officers to run and get the dog for them, telling Jamie to continue his story, “We just got back from the game, I opened the door and found the place like this, the guy was still here, and he was able to get out the back door, the sliding glass door is basically annihilated so I’m pretty sure that’s how he got in…” He bit his lip, “I did try to chase him with the baseball bat that is in the kitchen, but he jumped the southside fence faster than I could run in these shoes.”

Dove: Dove watched with big eyes as her boyfriend walked out of his house, hands up in the air, surrendering himself to the police who had their weapons drawn. A small tear fell from her eyes as she stayed still, almost frozen in place for the moment. When she saw Jamie motioning for her to get out of the car, she slowly climbed out and went to stand by his side, sliding his key into his pocket before she wrapped her arms around his waist. Taking the first deep breath in what felt like hours. Her head perked up when he talked about 'their' dog. She watched the cop head into the house and a few minutes later reappeared with Waffle in his arms. The blonde let go of Jamie to go take the small puppy from the officer. His little heart was pounding like crazy all while he was making all sorts of noises, complaining about something. Dove slowly walked over to the side of the yard to a patch of grass to let Waffle go pee and then sat down with him and just focused on cuddling and snuggling the poor little puppy while letting Jamie deal with the police.

Jamie: Watching the officer hand Waffle over to Dove, Jamie quickly kissed the top of her head before she wandered over to the grass. The officers then started to ask the usual questions, “Well, he was wearing what looked like black jeans, wrangler or levis style, and it was just a plain back hoodie, like it was straight out of a movie get up, black pants, black top, black hat… What? No, I didn’t get a good look at his face, he has some scruff I could see on his neck, I was too pissed to really notice much of his face, because I only really ever saw was the back side, cause I tried to get him going out the back door, but leather soled shoes are not good to run in,” motioning towards the dress shoes he was wearing. Taking off his suitcoat, he draped the fabric over his arm, trying to get more casual with the main officer, as the other two started into the house, scanning over the rooms. Jamie didn’t know what else to do in this situation, listening to the offer say that there will be a cop car for surveillance for the neighborhood for possibly the whole weekend since Jamie would be out of town.

Dove: Dove just quietly watched from afar as she played with Waffle. Part of her was hoping it was all just a bad dream and she fell asleep on the ride back from the game but this was real and happening. Her focus shifted from watching Jamie to the small puppy in her lap. Talking to the little dog, telling him how scared the whole situation feels to her and how scary it must've been for him, it really made her feel better. It felt like probably 20 minutes later, Jamie still talking to the officer while the other two were inside when Waffle decided to take off running over to Jamie, circling around the male's legs. Dove smiled, getting up from her little spot on the grass to walk over to her boyfriend and the police officer. "Sorry. He's still so little and not trained yet.." the blonde explained, apologizing to the officer for the interruption.

Jamie: The officer laughed a little bit, telling her the puppy was cute no matter what. Jamie picked up the small dog and held him in his large arms, with waffle almost immediately starting to fall asleep, you could tell the dog loved being in Jamie’s arms, though he knows it’s going to get harder when the dog gets bigger. The Officer gave instructions and a case number to the hockey player, leaving him with a trashed home. Looking in through the open front door with all the nights on made him sigh, this was like a part of him got demolished. Walking inside, glass crunching under his feet, he wandered up the stairs with the dog in tow, luckily, he could tell nothing had been touched, they interrupted the robber before he could make it anywhere near his prized stuff. Seeing Dove following behind him, “Let me get some stuff packed, and get your bags, we can spend the night in a hotel room.”

Dove: Dove quietly followed, cringing at the sound of the glass underneath their feet. The living room looked demolished and the kitchen didn't look much better. She was glad when they got upstairs that it looked untouched. It made her feel a bit safer because Waffle had been safe and sound. She nodded at Jamie's suggestion and went to grab her bags, they were almost fully packed since she was leaving early the next day. Plus she didn't have to worry if she left anything she'd be back soon anyway. "Let me take Waffle" she suggested, taking the sleeping puppy from the male's arms, snuggling him into her own before she got started on packing up some things for the puppy as well. She was glad they were leaving for a hotel room cause she doubted she'd be able to sleep there at all.

Jamie: Handing off the puppy to the blonde, Jamie let out a sigh. He knew he’d have to be up early enough to take her to the airport and be able to hire a cleaning crew to come in to help with the situation, he’d have to talk to insurance, his lawyers, so much to do in such little time, especially with everything going on with the playoffs. But before Dove could get too far away, he pulled her into a hug, Waffle stuck in between the who of them, like a little sandwich. He kissed the top of her head and just wanted to hold her there for however long he could, just having that bit of closure while he could.

Dove: Dove closed her eyes as she let him wrap her up in his strong arms. “I love you” she breathed as she relaxed into his arms for the first time since getting home. In the midst of everything that had happened his arms were the one place she felt safe and protected. Waffle sound asleep in between the two of them, them together like a little family. She didn’t even know how much she needed this quiet moment in his arms, it being just the two of them.

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I hissed as I burnt my fingers for around the fourth time on the pan that held a roasted chicken, which was still scorching; I was attempting to remove the bird from the pan onto a much nicer and presentable dish. I spent the entire day cooking and preparing Tom’s favourite meals and dishes. I felt pretty accomplished because this was the first time I didn’t have to call Nikki over to give me a hand. The house was swimming with the most delicious smells if I do say so myself. My heart did somersaults as I set a bottle of Tom’s most favoured wine on the table, pleased with the presentation of tonight’s dinner.

He was gonna be home in about ten minutes. After triple checking that everything was in its correct place, Tessa was sleeping soundly on her plush doggie bed beside the couch so she wouldn’t try hopping on the edge of the table to swipe food, I scampered up the stairs to the bathroom to make sure I looked presentable for my man. After the news of Tom’s company getting more worldwide consumer attention, requesting and ultimately resulting in major expansion, himself and his colleagues were over the moon, bursting with nothing but joy. They had just launched one of their most anticipated events, along with charity work that was being done and Tom was ecstatic at the overwhelming feedback and success of it all. Of course, he had been building this business with his father for years and years; His brothers, mother and Harrison showing their endless support, as well as me.

Unfortunately, since the prime growth of the company, Tom and I haven’t had very much time together anymore. He was constantly working late, staying behind at the office to finish important projects, sometimes going to the bar with his work friends and coming home at around 2am, disturbing my sleep and waking up Tessa. Before there are any assumptions made, no, Tom is not cheating on me. Harrison and Tom are attached at the hip during any time of the day, except whenever he’d be with me (…which isn’t very often anymore) and Haz would always notify me that he was on his way to Tom and I’s house to drop of a very exhausted CEO. Usually, I’d only open the texts after the fact or in the morning since I’d be sleeping already. Following that, Tom would be up bright and early, ready to leave for work. I’d barely even get a goodbye before I heard the front door closing, my boyfriend leaving to work the entire day. Tonight was the night I planned to really show him how much I care for him, how much I love him and how much I miss him.

Tom and I had met four years ago in the old record store I used to work at. It was close to my university and I really needed the money, textbooks are fucking expensive. He came in, looking so out of place with his long black trench coat, suit and tie, polished shoes, and combed hair. I could hear my co-worker Joel, who was working the register, trying to suppress his cackles as he gawked at the stranger’s get up. I averted my vision away from the two and got back to stocking the records accordingly. Country, rock, alternative, disco, disco-fusion, screamo, R&B, bubblegum pop…you get the point.

“Heyah there, sir. What can I do for you today?” Joel chimed. I turned my head slightly to drink in more of the handsome stranger’s appearance. He had flawless skin from what I could see from that distance, complimented by his trimmed dark brown hair, the strands curling softly at his nape. His face was very structured, and despite the heavy coat he sported that was essentially eating him alive, you could tell he worked out; And not to mention that this guy reeked of money. He probably had enough pocket change to buy the store, maybe even the whole neighbourhood.

“Uh hi, I was wondering if you guys had any, um, records of the…Foo Fighters? I think that’s what they’re called.” Richie Rich asked Joel, clearly unsure of himself. Joel caught a glance of me ogling at the man, to which I shot daggers at him and turned back to the shelves. Country, rock, alternative…

“Ah, mate, see that girl over there? Well you’re gonna have to ask her. I just work the register, I don’t really know what the hell we’re carrying. We could be stocking a collaboration between Cyndi Lauper and Marilyn Manson for all I know!” Joel snorted. This fucking fruitcake, I swear he’s gonna get his ass fired some day. “I see. Uh, thanks.” Mr. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang said. As I heard his footsteps approach me, my arms tensed and my mind went into full panic mode. I was absolute shit at talking to guys, attractive guys, rich looking attractive guys…Country, bubblegum pop, disco, shit!

“Excuse me, miss?” a voice as smooth and luxurious as a symphony tested, fingers tapping my shoulder delicately. Country, R&B—ah, fuck it. I turned my head casually to look at the guy, up close and personal and holy fuck, I needed to change my pants. This guy was the definition of sexy. He was practically sex on legs. My lips opened and closed, making me look like a fish. C’mon, Y/N! Get your shit together. “Uh, hey there! I mean, h-hi, sir. What can I do you for?” I felt all the blood rush from my face and my eyes bulge. “Shit, I mean, not do you, I mean what can I help you with, sir? I-I stock the records and CDs and…stuff.” I panted, really studying this guy’s demeanour now that he was right in front of me. Please shut up, Y/N! Stop talking! Stop moving your lips!

I felt kind of intimidated being so close to this guy. He looked like he was made out of a million—a billion bucks while I was pretty much made out of arcade tokens with my blink-182 shirt, over-worn ripped jeans and thifted Doc Marten knock offs. He smiled at me and I was certain I had died. “Hey, the guy at the register told me to come and talk to you.” he explained. I looked past him to see Joel driving his right index finger in the space he made between his left fist, imitating his “O” face. I rolled my eyes and averted my attention back to my customer. “Oh, yeah, he’s quite the character.” I giggled. He looked down for a second and then moved his gaze back up to me. “I was wondering if you guys carried anything by the Foo Fighters. If you don’t have any vinyls, CDs would be just fine.” the stranger questioned, still grinning at me. Wow, he was beautiful.

“Y-yeah, we only have Foo Fighters on vinyl. Is that okay, sir?” I stuttered, still nervous to be in his presence. “Yes, of course, love. And just between you and me, you don’t need to call me ‘sir’, by the way. I’m only 23.” he stated. I just nodded and smiled, not too sure how to respond since he just called me love! “My name is Tom.” He stuck his hand out for me to shake and I snorted at his gesture. I accepted his hand and felt a jolt of electricity, lightening, something move up my arm and invade my body. “You say not to call you ‘sir’ but your old school actions say otherwise.” I teased, loving the feeling of his warm hand in mine. “I’m Y/N.”

We separated and I swear I saw a streak of disappointment in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly. “Hm, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” he flattered me. Holy hell, I am ready to get on my knees for this guy. When I didn’t respond (out of disbelief), he smirked and shook his head. “So I guess I’m not just old school, I’m also a cliché.” he chuckled. I let out a nervous laugh, “No, no, I…like cliché. I mean I also like original things but cliché is good too. That was really nice, thank you, Tom.” I said giddily, he nodded at me in response.

After a couple more minutes of me being a flimsy idiot, I finally showed him what he was asking for and gave him my recommendations on which records overpowered others. Tom told me about how his youngest brother starting getting into Foo Fighters and his birthday was coming up so he thought he’d surprise him with some brand new LPs.

“So, um, I hope you don’t mind me asking but do you live around here? Sorry, that sounds so creepy.” Tom questioned as I scanned a copy of The Colour and the Shape and Wasting Light. “No, it’s fine!” I reassured almost too quickly. “I actually go to Kingston University, it’s not too far from here. I live on campus with my best friend.” I described, my thumb jutting out and pointing behind me.

Tom nodded understandingly and pulled out his wallet. “I see. That’s such a coincidence because I actually own th—uh…n-nevermind.” he trailed off, suddenly looking unsure. My eyes lit up as I grabbed a plastic bag from underneath the register. “No, tell me!” I pushed. Relax, Y/N. I gently put his purchase in the bag and handed it to him. He took it from me, fingers grazing my skin. My face immediately heated up and I looked down at the register, fiddling with the buttons. Tom cleared his throat, “Uh, how much do I owe you, love?” He tapped a golden credit card against the counter. Love again. “Um, seventeen pounds.” I replied.

I’d like him to give me seventeen pounds.

I looked away as Tom punched in his pin, trying to figure out what to say next. I’ll admit, I didn’t want him to leave but I didn’t have a clue on how to stall him. I looked back at Tom shoving his wallet back into the deep pockets of his trench coat. “Look, I…I’ll tell you what I was gonna say if you…” He took a deep breath, “…go out to dinner with me.” My eyebrows basically crawled up into my hair line, they were raised so high. I was shocked. This guy, this fucking sex god is asking me out to dinner? Tom’s expression began to fall because of the silence. Y/N! Answer him, you dumb ass!

“Yes, she will!” Joel’s voice boomed from behind me, coming out of nowhere. I turned back to look at him and then back to Tom, his wild eyebrows anchored up as well. “Well, Y/N? Will you go on a date with me?” Tom repeated, leaning in closer. I was slowly melting in my shoes, a party was going on in my head. A sweet smile crept on my face, I leaned forward as well. His cologne hit me like a semi-truck, he smelt so damn good! How did I not notice this before?

“Yes, Tom. I’ll go out with you.” And that’s when my entire life changed.

I went from barely being able to afford a month’s worth of gas for my shitty little VW to being able to afford a dozen brand new Ferraris with all the gas in the world. Tom explained to me how he owned several different buildings in London, all of them under the company that him and his father have been working on for years. I was surprised with Tom being so young, having such a large empire under his command, he’s an extremely successful man. He admitted he was nervous about mentioning what he does in the record shop in fear that I would mooch off of him for money, as he told me his previous girlfriend did just that. He just wanted to protect his heart.

I assured Tom all my actions and feelings were genuine and that I didn’t care about his title or his money; If he treated me right, made me laugh like a lunatic, and just all in all made me happy, I’d never ask for anything more. Until now that is…after me quitting my job, selling my car, working harder in University than I ever have, moving into Tom’s penthouse apartment, and almost four years of dating, I’m finally about to ask him for something.

Just a little bit more attention. I don’t want to sound like one of those girlfriends, I just want things back the way they used to be; Have him crawling into bed beside me and snuggle me up to his warm, strong chest, going out on the most enjoyable dates anyone could think of, cook meals together, take Tessa on long walks, talk about our future, make love almost every night…now it was just work, work, and more work.

My mouth stretched into a wide smile as I heard the fumbling of a key at the front door. Tessa shot up, arising from her slumber and scampered towards the noise in a hurry. Tom stepped into view, squealing like a child when he saw Tess, bending down to scratch behind her ears. I brushed off the invisible dust that was on my dress and stood out off the view of the table, trying to emphasize the presentation. Tom stood up straight, caught a glimpse of me and rushed over. He picked me up and twirled me in the air. I let out a joyful gasp at the sudden gesture, placing my hands on his sturdy shoulders to support myself. He then pulled me in for a chaste kiss and set me back down to my feet.

“You’re not gonna believe what happened today at work, Y/N!” Tom blurted. I smiled and raised my brows, urging him to speak. I moved a little more to the side, hoping he’d say something about how the dining table was littered with all his beloved dishes. “So Harrison told me he got an e-mail late last night from these guys in Japan who were very impressed with how successful our business has grown to be in such a short amount of time and that they were willing to fly out to London just for us to discuss some ideas over dinner, in regards to expanding the company even more! Isn’t that brilliant?” Tom exclaimed. I walked closer to Tom and wrapped my arms around him, exceptionally proud of my boyfriend and his hard work. “Oh, hey. What’s all of this?” He asked, pulling away from the hug, finally eyeing the table.

My heart leaped. I texted him earlier to let him know I had a surprise for him waiting at home after he was finished at work. “R-Remember I texted you and said that I had a surprise for you? Well, this is it! I-I just wanted to treat you tonight because, y’know…you’re always busy and so I decided to make all of you favourite foods for dinner, you deserve it! It’ll be just you and me!” I chanted. After about a minute of Tom gawking at the table, I cleared my throat and rocked on my heals, giving him a small smile, “Surprise.” I beamed. Tom’s mouth fell open and he slapped his hand to his face, groaning. “Shit, Y/N. Fuck, I’m so sorry, I forgot you told me that you had something planned.” he gasped. I shook my head, dismissing his apology like it was nothing, trying to mask my heart selfishly filling with disappointment. Of course he forgot…

“That’s alright! Anyways, you should go wash up and I’ll dish out for you. Look,” I began, pointing at the unopened wine bottle, “I thought we could drink your favourite wine too in celebration of your success!” I dragged on. Tom’s face fell, his eyebrows knotting together and a scowl appeared on his lips. “I-I’m sorry, darling but I can’t cancel on these guys. We’re in the process of trying to collaborate with them on a project that could really sky rocket the business into something I’ve always dreamed of. Could we reschedule?” My heart was instantly torn to shreds. “Your dinner with those guys is tonight?” I interrogated. Tom just nodded his head and checked his watch. Jerk.

“But…w-what about our dinner?” I continued, my voice shaking violently. I was in literal pain as I held tears back. Somehow, somewhere in my mind, I knew this was going to happen but I tried to push those thoughts into an abyss, only thinking about how well the night was going to turn out. “Look, darling, I’m sorry but I really have to get going. Traffic is pretty heavy, I just came home to drop off my stuff. I’ll make it up to you. I just…I honestly can’t miss this. It could change everything.” Tom concluded. He gave me a peck on the forehead before adjusting his jacket collar and striding back to the door. Open, close, lock.

I just stood there like a statue and stared at the door. Tess came and plopped herself next to my feet, whining for me to pet her. I halfheartedly stroked her head, my gaze still locked on the door. I chewed on my bottom lip in confusion, hurt and betrayal. He didn’t even tell me he loves me…

“He didn’t even let me know ahead of time, Tess.” I finally spoke, my hand halting its movements on her head. “He forgot about my texts a-and my surprise. He didn’t even ask me if I’d like to come with him to the dinner.” She squealed in response, understanding what I meant. “Does he just expect me to eat this all by myself?” Tessa stood up and trotted towards the table, her nose high in the air, sniffing at the lovely feast I prepared for Tom and I. Mostly Tom. I followed her footsteps after a couple of seconds, taking in the view of the lit candles, the shining wine glasses, straight set cutlery…all going to waste. My stomach growled viciously, practically screaming at me that I should eat something before I die. Huh, I’d rather die. I swiped my phone off the kitchen counter and dialled Y/F/N’s number. My fingernail clawed at the rubber phone case as I listened to the ringing.

“Hello there, doll face.” Y/F/N swooned, I could hear the glee in her voice which brought a weak smile to my face, only falling away when I remembered why I called her. “Hey! Do you, uh…are you doing anything right now? Do you want to come over for dinner?” I asked, mentally begging her to say yes. “Ah, shit Y/N, I’m sorry! I’m actually on my way out right now! I have a date with that guy that works at that sketchy coffee shop on 83rd, remember?” she explained. Right, of course! I stupidly let that slip my mind. “Oh yeah! Crap, sorry, I forgot.” I snickered, trying to mask my disappointment. “Where’s Tom? Shouldn’t he be coming home soon or something?” I heard a door lock on the other side and assumed that was the front door of her house. “No, he, uh, actually got caught up a bit back in the office with a client. He said he’d be home in about an hour and that I should invite you to dinner.” I lied through my teeth. I was too embarrassed to tell her that my boyfriend basically abandoned me to go wine and dine with his work buddies and Japanese business men.

“Ah, okay, okay. Makes sense.” she said, more background noise of her turning her vehicle on, the engine roaring, the music from the stereo flooding my ears. “Thanks for inviting me though, Y/N. I’m sure Tom will be home soon.” Y/F/N reassured. I waved my hand at Tessa, shooing her away as she made her first attempt at jumping on the table. “I’ll let you go though. I don’t want you to be distracted while driving. Text me when your date is over, I wanna hear all about it. Don’t forget about that pepper spray I slipped in your purse just in case. Oh, and also make sure to send me your location so I kn—” “Y/N! Relax you psycho, I’m gonna be just fine!” she giggled. “I’ll talk to you later, sweets. Love you!” I smiled, “Love you too, be safe.” I hung up the phone and chucked it on the couch. Tessa went back to sniffing away at the food and I let her. What was the point?

A few hours later, the table was cleared, the food stuffed carelessly in containers and in the fridge, the candles put out, the wine tucked gently back in the in-kitchen bar, the dishes washed and now me, laying in our king sized bed for who knows how many hours, alone, per usual. Tess was curled up on the floor, a rubber hippo tucked securely under her paws, acting as a sleeping buddy. Where was my sleeping buddy? I looked over at the clock. 12:47 AM. I didn’t have the will power to stay downstairs and watch TV or read or do anything. I felt so empty. I was crumbling. A tear slipped out of my eye before I heard the front door open and close. Some more shuffling went on before I made out someone coming up the stairs. I shoved my arms underneath the pillow and buried my face in the plushness of it, creating the illusion that I’ve been sleeping for a couple of hours.

The bedroom door opened and Tom’s cologne hit my nostrils. He always smelt so good! Damn you, Holland! I was fully expecting a peck on the shoulder or a caress on the crown of my head but instead, I heard him make his way to our bathroom, pushing the door slightly. I quickly sat up, noticing that Tessa was already awake, wagging her tail at her master’s presence. The faucet turned on and off before I decided to make a move. I clambered out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom while Tess observed my every move. I pushed the bathroom door open and spotted him, facing the mirror. I slowly but sensually wrapped my arms around his bare waist, all his clothes except for his boxers thrown in the hamper, and pressed my breasts against his back.

To my relief, I could see Tom smiling in the mirror through his mouthful of toothpaste foam before spitting and rinsing, me still clinging to him like a koala. He then turned around after wiping his face with a towel and wrapped his arms around me. “Hello, pretty girl.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Finally. I looked down, “Hey.” I muttered under my breath. He gingerly placed two digits underneath my chin, moving my head up towards him. “What’s the matter, darling?” I furrowed my brows, thinking the problem was already obvious. Tom stroked my cheek, “You know you can tell me anything, darling. What’s wrong?” he pushed on. I cautiously moved away from Tom and brushed his hand away.

“I need to be honest with you…” I began, already feeling tears threatening my vision but I blinked furiously, forcing them back. I could see Tom’s entire demeanour change within a millisecond; He was leaning against the bathroom counter and had his arms crossed, which made me feel a little intimidated. “Okay, talk.” he urged. I took a deep breathe and dropped my head, digging my toes into the soft bathroom mat. “I’ve been feeling ignored by you lately…” I tried out. When I heard no response, I continued. “You’re…always working for long hours a-and I understand it’s because you’re the CEO and own the company but, whenever I wanna do something with you or go out or anything, work always gets in the way. I’ve felt this way for a while…a few months.” I admitted, eyes still locked on my toes.

A minute passed and I raised my head to look at Tom. He looked…upset. But not the regretful kind of upset, more like the upset at me kind of upset. Ugh, shut up, Y/N. “Please say something.” I sounded so desperate that it disgusted me. Tom just pushed himself off the counter and walked back into our bedroom, leaving me in the bathroom. I immediately went to follow him, not surrendering to his immaturity regarding what I just said. “Tom! What are you doing? I just told you how I felt and you’re acting like you don’t give a shit!” I called out, moving quickly to step in front of him. “You completely forgot about me today, your plans with those guys from Japan…you know how much that hurt? I understand that the meeting was important to you and could open the doors to so many more opportunities but don’t you think you owe me as much as texting me to let me know instead of leaving me in the dark? You ran in and out of the house just to ‘drop your stuff off’. I worked all day to make tonight special for you and what was I left with? Tons of wasted food and wasted hope. You’ve done this to me many times in the past too but I was too stupid to say anything and just brushed it off like it was nothing because I’ve always put your wants and needs before mine but,” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, “what happened tonight really hurt me.”

He drooped his head, eyes burning holes into the floor, a clear mix of contradicted feelings, unsure whether to feel sorry for me or explode. I cared about Tom’s work, how much effort he’s put into the creation of this company and for what it’s become but if it comes to the point where he’s essentially neglecting his significant other, then that becomes a problem, at least in my mind. I sat down gingerly on the bed, brushing out the wrinkles on the satin duvet. Tom looked me up and down, his features riddled with irritation.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N? I’m doing this all for you! I’m trying to provide for you, so don’t give me crap about how I’m constantly working! I’ve been busting my ass and working on this for my entire life.” he argued. Oh, hell no. There was no way I was gonna let him blame his busy work schedule on me. “Don’t even, Tom! Don’t you dare try pushing this on me! I never asked for any of this; Not the house, the fancy bed, the decked out bathroom, the kitchen fit for a queen…I never asked for it! All I wanted was you. When you asked me to move in with you, I didn’t care if we were poor, living in a shoebox apartment, sleeping on the floor, I just want to be with you and I still do, so don’t you dare try telling me that you’re doing this for me.” I shrieked, fisting roughly at my pyjama pants.

Tom sneered in annoyance, perhaps even disgust. I gawked at him, outraged and waiting for him to make a comeback. “You know what? You are so selfish. You don’t appreciate anything I do for you. You could be working too, y’know? No one locks you in this house or nails you to the floorboards and demands that you wait for me to come home!” he roared, getting closer to me. I quickly stood up, startling him. He took a few steps back but kept his hard glare. “I go to school, you div! I’m a full time student, I’m studying to get my bachelors, remember? Oh, probably not because you’re too busy staying at work finishing your projects and oh, talking to clients and oh, having dinner with Japanese business men, completely forgetting about your own girlfriend! I tried doing something selfless and nice for you and all I get it a petty forehead kiss and a spit in the face!” I growled. My face was red hot by this point, my breathing shallow.

My boyfriend scoffed, almost in a laughing manner. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re still going on about that? What’s the big deal? You need to calm down.” he mocked. “I work long hours, practically every single day. When I get home, I’m tired, I’m exhausted, I want to sleep. On the weekends, I’m free. I’m not required to spend every waking second of my week with you!” Tom moved around me to climb into bed. He propped his pillow up and shut his eyes tightly. “Just go to sleep, goddammit.” he grumbled. I’m hanging at the end of my rope. He’s brushing this off, like I don’t mean anything! What happened to him?I stood over him, but it was as if all feeling in my body was gone. “So what? Is this what it’s gonna be from now on? Us sleeping in the same bed, living under the same roof but not talking? Not facing hardships and being upfront and honest with each other? Tommy, I love you but you’re…you’re supposed to take care of me…” My voice trailed off into oblivion. I didn’t want to beg but I didn’t want to lose him either. By this point, there were tears running a marathon down my face; Both of my under eyes were drenched with the salty fluid. This was destroying me. “You’re supposed to be my boyfri—”

“Y/N, shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! Do you not understand fucking english?! Just shut the fuck up!” Tom roared at me, covering his face with his hands. My heart dropped, terrified at his sudden outburst. The sound of his scream was bouncing off the walls; Thomas had never, ever yelled at me before. Obviously over the duration of our relationship, we’ve gotten into little arguments but nothing too extreme. Any time we would ever disagree on something, we’d usually forget what we’re fighting about and laugh it off, or Tom would force a smile out of me and we’d have make up sex but this was…something else.

I was defeated. I did what he said, I shut up. I slumped towards my slide of the bed and grabbed my pillow, the end slightly tucked underneath Tom’s. Without giving it a second thought, I yanked it off the bed, his head falling back a bit at the sudden motion. His hands fell away from his face and he watched me go into the closet and grab one of the extra blankets we kept in there. I forced it down from the top shelf, a few other thinner blankets fell to the floor but I just left them there. I snatched my phone off the vanity beside the bed, stepped into my Chewbacca slippers and headed straight to the door of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Tom piped up, a hint of concern lacing his voice. I cackled and spun around to face him. He sat up, looking like he was about to get up from the bed and come near me which was honestly the first and last thing I wanted right now. “I’m definitely not sleeping beside the man who has forgotten how to treat the woman he apparently ‘loves’.” I raged. He stared at me hard. “Y/N, I do love you. So much. I’m so—”

“You have a really funny way of showing it. You’re a jerk.” He looked hurt. Ha, good. Tom quickly climbed out of bed and came towards me as predicted. He would take one step forward, I’d take two steps back. “Just leave me the fuck alone, Holland. Go away.” I yelped, still backing out of the room. Remorse and regret traced his features, his bottom lip quivered as he started to absorb the mess he’s created tonight and every other night. “Baby, please, stay here with me. I’m sorry. I understand now. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. Please just stay here with me, I can’t sleep without you by my side.” he pleaded. I just continued walking down the dimly lit hallway. I stopped at the front of the guest bedroom down the hall, my hand on the handle. The metal was cold which sent goosebumps rolling up and down my skin.

“Don’t be sorry because you yelled at me,” I opened the door and flicked on the light. “Be sorry for neglecting me, over and over again.” I said, before stepping in the room and gently closing the door. I gazed at the bed. There weren’t any blankets or pillows, sorely for the fact that we never really let people stay over unless it was an emergency or if Harrison showed up at 3 AM drunk out of his mind because of who knows what. I tossed my pillow on the bed, it landed diagonally as the blanket soared through the air, falling gracefully on the mattress. I turned off the light and walked towards my sanctuary for the night. The bed was freezing, disheartening, lonely. I stuffed my face into the pillow and cried. I just let the tears flow and dampen the surface.

I heard Tessa scratching at the door which only made me cry harder. It was a silent cry that I didn’t want Tom to hear. I knew he was finally starting to open his eyes towards the situation and me, being so vulnerable, I wanted to forgive him. I wanted him here with me right now, with everything behind us, and just have his strong arms wrapped safely and securely around my body. The pooch’s clawing stopped after a minute, bringing me back down. I tried to sleep and I silently prayed that I could forget this night. I hated fighting with Tom. I’m not selfish, I do care about his work and understand that he’s stressed but I just want things to go back to the way that they were. When it was him and I against the world.

I awoke to my phone buzzing profusely against my forearm. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and fished around the crumpled mess of blanket to retrieve my device. When I finally found it, I had twenty two text messages and six missed calls from Y/F/N, guessing that every notification was regarding her date last night. I smiled in acknowledgement but tucked the phone under my pillow, not ready to interact with humans just yet. That lasted a good thirty seconds until I head scratching against the door again. I turned to face away from the door, assuming Tom was already up and let Tessa out of the room but the scratching just continued. I huffed and unwillingly left the now warm bed. I pulled my ridden up pyjama pants down and made my way to the door and swung it open. Tessa bolted right past me and hopped on the bed, turning in circles a few times before settling into a little ball of grey scruff. I chuckled at her as I went to step out of the room, only to have something knock into my feet, sending me crashing to the floor.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, the carpet leaving a burning sensation on my left cheekbone. “Oh, my god, Y/N! Are you okay?” a groggy voice called. I pushed myself off the ground and sat up against the wall. Tom was kneeling beside me in a split second. How’d he get here so quickly? I groaned as I looked up at him, his fingers grazing over the assumed carpet burn on my face. I flinched back, slapping his hand away. “Are you okay?” he repeated. I just stared at him in disbelief. What the hell? His eyes were bloodshot, his hair an absolute mess, I could tell he’s been running his hands through it repeatedly. I looked past him and saw his pillow and a thin, tattered blanket on the floor.

I moved my eyes back to him. “Did you sleep on the floor last night?” I questioned. He chuckled nervously and scratched the bak of his neck. “I stayed outside the guest room all night. I couldn’t sleep without you beside me. I came to get you…but after a while, I thought I’d give you some space.” he explained. My eyebrows knotted together as he dropped his head down. He leaned forward and stuffed his head in the crook of my neck. My arms instinctively moving up to caress his warm skin. “I’m sorry…I can’t believe what I said to you last night, let alone what the fuck I’ve been doing to you for the past few months, like you said.” he mumbled, his hands coming to rest of my thighs. I wrapped some strands of his hair around my fingers.

“I’m gonna be different. I have to, I want to, I need to be if I don’t want to lose you. I spent all night thinking about what you said and remembering all the times I’ve ditched you and forgot to remind you how much you mean to me. How I treated you? No boyfriend should ever do those things to their girlfriend. I never meant to do any of that to you but I still managed to. I was getting so caught up in my job and the success, I neglected and mistreated the one person who means more to me than anyone else in the entire world.” He raised his head and looked into my eyes. I could see small droplets of tears hanging onto his bottom lashes. I brushed them away gingerly with my thumb and kissed his nose. I rested my forehead against his as he sighed. “You…are the girl I want to marry and start a family with and this is not the way to do it. There are no excuses. I need to start treating you right again. I will do whatever it takes, Y/N. I love you so fucking much. Never for a single second have my feelings for you faltered. I’ll die before I stopped loving you. I’m so sorry for making you feel the way you’ve been feeling.” he concluded.

My chest tightened. This is exactly what I’ve wanted from him. I was so happy, I was thriving. “Tom?” I began, stroking his cheek with my thumb. “Yes, darling?” he replied desperately. I smiled at him contently. “I forgive you. I love you so much. Thank you.” I finished, pulling him in for a hug. He immediately snaked his arms around my body, our fronts pressed together tightly. Tom stood both of us up, not separating in the slightest. After holding each other for who knows how long, we pulled away and pressed our lips together in a mouthwatering, hungry, passionate kiss. I was finally getting my boyfriend back…He pulled away and kissed my forehead, eyelids, both cheeks, nose, and then lips.

“C’mon, my love. Let’s get a band aid on that scrape and go make some breakfast together.” Tom announced, as he turned and bent down in front of me, signalling me to jump on his back. I swooned, over the moon at what he just said. I hopped on his back and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my fingers ghosting over his clavicles. He hooked his arms underneath the backs of my knees before playfully jumping up and down. I giggled in response, burying my face into his upper back, pressing kisses to his shoulder blades. “You’re as light as a feather, baby girl.” He declared, before taking us both to the kitchen.

I had faith in Tom that things were going to start looking up.

the ending is complete ass but i really just wanted to get this up :’)

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