“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.
“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”
“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”
“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”
“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.
Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”
“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.
“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”
Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”
2. We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other
This Winter Screw is going much better than the last.
For one thing, Bittle’s date isn’t throwing up on his shoes, which Jack understood happened last year. And right now Bittle appears to be dancing with his date, or something like it. Jack, having seen the way Bittle can dance at parties, knows he’s toning it way down. Even so, Bittle is fun to watch on the dance floor, how the light catches his hair and how his smile widens as he jerks his hips from side to side with a laugh. He just always looks like he’s having a great time.
It strikes Jack kind of funny that he’s decided this Screw is going well based entirely on how good of a time Bittle’s having. God knows it has nothing to do with himself and his own date. Camilla and Jack have a quiet understanding; she’s with her friends, he’s … here, watching his pal on the dance floor, with an already-drained clear plastic cup of water and strangely itchy fingers.
But Jack’s not the kind of guy who has an actively good time at these things – they’re okay, he’s okay. It’s guys like Bittle, who are capable of having amazing times or miserable ones, that Jack has to calibrate his experience by.
The first openly gay NHL player can’t be single in Seattle!
Since Eric can’t risk telling anyone he has a boyfriend (especially a closeted NHL-er), his only option is to play along as the Schooners go out of their way to find Eric a boyfriend. This wouldn’t be a problem if his well-meaning teammates didn’t keep trying to introduce him to other closeted players, of which there are more than he would have guessed. Now Eric has to survive a night with Kent Parson.
As the first openly gay player in the NHL, Eric is used to being locker rooms filled with guys bundled up so tight a TSA scanner couldn’t find their genitals; but then there’s stuff like this. Brazen nudity of the ‘I recognize you’re attracted to men, look how cool I am with it’ variety. His new captain leans toward the latter in a way that would make Shitty proud.
“Bittle, we’re going out with a few Aces. You met Kent Parson?”
Mitchell ‘Cricket’ Crocker is pushing 30 and already going gray. He’s also standing in front of Eric’s stall, naked as the day he was born, unconcerned with the fact his junk is at Eric’s eye-level.
You got out of your Uber, walking over to the unfamiliar block of apartments. Your best friend Jack has just moved into his new apartment and so he invited you over to celebrate.
You have both been very close friends for a while now. You met him when he first moved to London, the night he had gone out clubbing to celebrate his move. You both got talking and discovered he only lived down the road from you. Since then, you guys had hung out most days apart from when you’re both busy or Jack goes away.
“Who is it?” You heard Jack’s voice through the little speaker after you had pressed the buzzer for his apartment.
“Who do you think it is?” You laughed.
“I don’t know, one of my tinder girls?” Jack joked. “Come up.”
You laughed at him before walking up the stairs. The apartment block was really nice and you could tell that Jack’s apartment was also going to be lovely. Thinking about Jack’s joke, it really wouldn’t surprise you if Jack did ask one of his tinder girls to come over just hours after he had moved in.
“Hey babe!” Jack greeted you at the door before you could even knock. He was wearing a plain white, long sleeved t shirt and black jeans. He had the happiest grin on his face which made you smile.
It had been your idea to set it up, and even though Cam, Nash, and Jack had complained at first, they were actually quite proud of their creation. A huge blanket fort spread out across the width of the large living and dining room. From above, it looked like a patchwork field of different colored blankets strewn just high enough that you could sit on top of your knees. Jack tucked into the last corner of the fort while you threw bundles of fairy lights into the different rooms.
“Catch us!” Called the three boys as they darted under the entrance of the fort.
You giggled, “c’mon guys!”
The fort had been made into a network of various hiding rooms, nooks, and crannies.
“Here I come!” you hollered and dove after the boys.
You squat down and turned through about four empty nooks when suddenly-
“BOOO!” Jack and Nash jumped out from either side of the small space, causing you to yelp out and fall face forward.
You came up cursing, rubbing your forehead and pouting.
“Nawww, we’re sorry,” the boys said in unison, not sounding sorry at all as they both attacked you in hugs.
“Nash-Jack!” you groaned from under their strong arms.
They both pulled you backwards against the wall, Nash pinning you down whilst Jack tickled you.
“Say we win!” said Nash.
You gasped, “N-no!”
“Kay, babe,” Jack said. Nash held your arms down while Jack poked his tongue out, coming close to your squirming face.
“Ewewewew,” you yelped, feeling him slide his wet tongue across your turned jaw.
“Say it and we’ll stop,” Nash said, moving his hands and beginning to tickle your sides.
You thrashed your legs, and through your fits of giggles, you told them they’d won.
Nash smirked, “Satisfactory.”
Jack pulled away, “Didn’t think you’d give in so easy.”
“Hey, but where’s Cam-” you opened your mouth, and through the shoulders of the two boys, saw Cameron enter the room, his eyes falling on Nash and Jack.
“Looks like I won,” he spoke flatly.
“Hm, actually I think we did,” teased Jack, eyeing you cheekily.
“Funny,” said Cameron in warning.
Jack and Nash pulled away, smiles fading, “Sorry bro.”
Cameron’s steely glare fell on you, “We were just messing around,” you said, intimidated by his clenched jaw.
He looked you over, “Come with me, (Y/N).”
You didn’t protest, but Nash and Jack threw you an apologetic glance as he pulled you out.
Cameron pulled ahead until he had reached the farthest corner away from the two boys, he dragged you in by your wrist, and snapped around to face you.
“What the fuck was that?” he said, nails digging into your wrists.
You gasped, eyelids fluttering down to your sore skin, and Cameron noticed, releasing you, his eyes softening momentarily.
“They were just-”
“Putting their mouths and hands wherever they wanted,” Cameron cut you off.
You knew what this was about. Cameron was extremely sensitive and wary, & also he could get very overprotective.
“Look, babe, it’s not like that,” you started.
His eyes flicked across your face, his hard chest heaving as he pushed you against the nearest wall.
“That’s exactly what it looked like,” he growled, his voice rising.
Nash and jack went silent from across the room.
Cameron turned his head, his voice a whisper as he brought his plump lips to your earlobe.
“I never want to see their hands on you again.”
You took a deep breath, hurt by his anger, closing your eyes and lamely shaking your head in agreement.
You kept your eyes shut in worry until you felt Cameron’s lips against yours. They were warm and sweet, inviting and calm, but before you could enjoy them, Cameron pulled back.
“And now, you’re going to make them remember who you belong to.”
“Cam,” you whispered, searching his brown lust filled orbs, “Don’t do this,” you pleaded, sensing where he was going.
He pressed his finger to your lips.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you writhing under my touch and begging until the only name you can remember is mine. Now, baby, you can try to keep quiet, but I will not stop until they can hear you crying out for me,” he snarled.
You knew nothing you could do would stop Cameron, so you bent your head forward in defeat.
Once more, his lips were on yours, but this time they were fast and hungry. He spent no time sliding his tongue into your mouth, edging it further and further until you produced small satisfactory moans. He moaned against your lips, strong grip holding your face in his hands as your tongues mingled. He breathed out, pulling back and sliding your clothes off in seconds, his fingers snapping off your bra as he dove into your breasts.
“Cameron,” you panted softly, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple.
Hearing his name, he applied more force, his hands massaging your boobs, his tongue giving pleasure, and his teeth nibbling on your tits.
His eyes flicked up to yours, holding your gaze while he brought his tongue sliding down your stomach.
“That’s it baby, say my name,” he cooed.
He trailed wet kisses down to your clothed heat, his mouth closing over the fabric, nails sliding around the lace.
“Stop-teasing-” you managed.
Cameron smirked, his teeth closing around the fabric as he slid off your panties with with a smirk. He placed a hand on each side of your legs, mouth swooping into your pussy. The second his lips made contact, you gasped out,chomping down on your lips to withhold your pleasure. Cameron sucked roughly on your folds as you dripped into his mouth, his hand moving to hold your hips steady while you wrapped your legs tightly around his neck. He breathed against your skin, not giving you a moment to breathe before flicking his tongue across your labia. You squirmed beneath him,
“C-cam!” you moaned needily.
“Louder,” he commanded, his head furrowing back between your thighs as he dipped his tongue inside you. He stuck the entirety of his tongue in you before pulling out slowly, drawing a long groan which you held behind your hand. His free hand came up, rubbing you to the beat of his fast moving tongue which sucked up your moisture. Your hands grabbed him by the hair, roughly pressing him harder into you.
“God, baby, I’m gonna co-” your body shook from the pleasure, legs falling as you twitched, your juices flowing into Cam’s lips. He pulled up, lips stained as he met your gaze, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips.
“Round one,” he stated.
“No,” you panted, eyebrows furrowing, “You know I-”
Cameron’s eyes held yours, but two of his fingers had squeezed themselves into you, causing you to gasp out in surprise. Nash and Jack went quiet again. Taking the silence, Cameron began mercilessly working his slender fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he commanded you to look at him while he worked. He pushed his fingers down in a slow motion before rapidly pumping you at such a force that your body shook against his force. You brought your fist into your mouth, his name falling from your lips as you cried out. Not satisfied, he added a third finger, and you bent forward, folding in on your stomach, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you.
“Louder-” he growled, increasing his speed. Your walls began to close around him, his fingers slamming into where you needed them. You fell forward against Cameron’s shoulder, catching the fabric of his shirt between your teeth as you did so, your juices spilling over his fingers.
When you pulled back, your head was sweaty, your hair sticking to your skin, and before you could open your mouth, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t done.
“Cam, I-I’m done,” you whispered.
“Yes, but you also muffled your screams with my shirt,” he said, a smile playing up on his lips, “and that’s cheating.”
Cameron, tossed off his shirt, threw off his pants, and climbed over you, his perky shaft placed against your entrance.
You drew circles against his rippled chest, and his eyelashes fluttered as he sighed against you. You tilted your head up, allowing his lips to meet yours.
“Come for me baby, just one more time,” he mumbled encouragingly, his gaze holding yours.
And with that he slammed his length inside of you, but sensing your next move, one of his hands grabbed your face, two of his fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your mouth open so that you couldn’t be quiet. He slammed himself against you, balls slapping your ass as you begged out for him. Cameron grunted out a profanity, his dick stretching you wide and filling you up as he increased his pace.
You screamed out his name, and your voice filled the room, and you knew you’d done it. Cam’s eyes held tight, but you saw him smirk, “What’s my name?” he panted.
And then he crashed into your g spot, his come exploding out inside of you.
“Oh-G-CAMERON!!” You screamed out, your body convulsing.
You crumpled beneath him, and he pulled out, his breath heavy. He climbed up beside you, arms pulling you against his chest as he littered kisses across your skin.
“I love you,” he said, breath tickling you, “so much.”
You rolled into his chest, his fingers combing through your silky hair when Jack called out.
“Good job bro!”
“Yeah,” came Nash’s voice, “you got yourself a real screamer!”
Cam’s throat rumbled as he laughed out, clutching you to him as you tried to burrow away in embarrassment.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” called Jack from the other side of the room, “you should get in trouble more often!”
Only loud enough that Cameron could hear it, you whispered, “maybe I should.”
Wilder!“ you called, sprinting down the street. "Give me 5 minutes to
speak with you.”
turns around slowly, a reluctant smirk on his face as he waits with his arms
crossed against his chest. You catch up to him, barely catching your breath as
you stood on the side of the street with you note pad ready and waiting for any
quotes he might give you.
you part of a newspaper?“ he asks, eyebrow raised.
you answer breathlessly. “Y/N, I’m with the local newspaper. Could,
uh, could I get an interview?”
I had this silly idea over here and wanted to make a comic out of it, but I’m too lazy, so I wrote it out as a messy drabble instead.
“Open your eyes, little guy. There ya’ go. Meet
your makers, Bendy!”
The bewildered studio employees looked on with
mouths agape. Their boss Joey Drew stood up from kneeling on the floor and turned
around, beaming from ear to ear, holding his cartoon devil mascot in his arms
like a proud father showing off his newborn child. This time it wasn’t a
cardboard standup or ink on celluloid – Bendy the Dancing Demon had been
literally brought to life before their eyes.