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seriesxwriting · 3 years ago

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I wanna ruin our friendship

Paring- Rafe Cameron x reader

Series- outer banks

Summary- you and Rafe attend a beach party but some Pervy touron takes an inappropriate liking to you and it pisses Rafe off. He goes into Protective mode ;)) and starts a fight.

Warnings- kissing, fighting, drugs (weed), drinking. Inappropriate touching from the touron. Swaring.

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“Ready then?” Rafe asked holding his hand out for my bag like a gentleman. “Aw, thanks your so cute” I rubbed it in his face jokingly, my best friend shook his head with a small grin vaguely going red “nope take it your self now you ruined it”.

We laughed together in sync while walking out of my house on figure 8, towards rafes perfectly parked sparkling white clean car.

He unlocked it swiftly placing my beach bag in the back next to his stuff and we both climbed in. I was just texting away on my phone to one of my mates when Rafe came to a sharp holt just outside my driveway.

I jolted forward a tad, “Seatbelt” he commanded. There was no sign of a joke no hint of a smile no sight of a giggle he was being serious.

“Very funny?” I rolled my eyes with a smile myself leaning back in my ear turning back to my phone. “no y/n I’m serious what if we crash” Rafe reached over me pulling it across my body in one go. I stared at him in utter shock at the actions but he ignored it and hit the peddle sharply “Rafe- why don’t you put your seatbelt on?” I looked over realising it wasn’t clipped in himself. “Hush” Rafe giggled forwards. We didn’t say much else on the way to the beach.

We usually did this is wasn’t new, there was always beach party’s in the outer banks. Me and Rafe actually met at one a few years ago I thought he was an utter twat at first just another show off kook but he soon proved to me he wasn’t.

We started hanging out a lot more and we became best friends. We’re always with each other, at school, on the weekends. I even went on a holiday with his family once or twice. So we were petty close. Rafe pulled up at the beach looking out at all the kook’s, pogues and tourons.

“These tourons are pissing me off” he rolled his eyes but placed them back to staring. “There harmless” I pushed him gently before getting out of the car. I stood for a minute breathing in the sea salted air “why do you always do that?” Rafe stepped out leaning on the roof.

“Do what?” I answered with a soft shrug. “When you come to the beach you take a second to breath in the air” he pointed out making me smile. “You? Noticed that…” “mmh” Rafe hummed as he grabbed the bags from the back.

“The air out here it’s different… fresher” I think my cheeks tinted red because I started burning under the arm Rafe threw over me “don’t be embarrassed hun I think it’s cute” he told me. My heart skipped a beat and that’s all I thought about while we searched for our friends in the crowd of dancing, drunk teens. “Rafe!” We heard topper shout over the music and threw the people. Rafe led me out and to where topper and kelce were sitting with beers in there hands in toppers other hand he was holding weed.

The smell snaked it’s way up my nose as soon as I reached there spot.

“Want some?” He noticed me staring a bit too long at his fingers and the weed between them. “Yeah” I put my hand out and watched rafes face change in shock at my agreeing.

In that moment i lobbed the joint into the sea “Y/N!” Topper shouted getting up to go after it. Though it was obviously too late it was sopping wet and had disappeared in the murky waters sinking to the Sandy bottom or imbedded into the seaweed at the top somewhere. Rafe sniggered taking a sit down next to kelce who was also laughing, topper turned around for an explanation all wide eyed.

“How many times have I said not. near. me.”

“But…” he started though turning back to the sea stilling looking for it “is that his bottom lip wobbling?” Kelce pointed, topper charged over whacking his mate on the head and slumping down back to a sitting position opposite me.

“Sorry top” I laughed patting his hand. “It’s fine I’ll just have to get drunk as fuck then” “I’m up for that” I took his bottle of beer that he’d placed down earlier and chugged what was left of it. “I’ll go get some more, Rafe you want one?” I asked him curling my lips into a pretty smile. “Yes please do you want me to come with? There’s a lot of pogues and tourons here” his eyes wondered off giving the crowd a dirty look.

“I can handle it” I giggled patting his shoulder closest to me while getting up. We pretty much dance, swam and drank the whole day and the night was just settling in. That didn’t mean we were gonna stop partying. The best part was at night time! where people would bring fire works and glow sticks we’d make fires have marshmallows and swim in the black ocean or sit and watch the sea from the dry land. Watching the sun set was always nice, me and Rafe always did that together here. “Had fun today then?” Rafe asked me sitting next to me after disappearing for a while.

“Yeah, it’s not over though the night is still young” I giggled clinking my beer glass with his. “Where’s the boys gone then? How long you Been alone” “oh not long, you just missed them like two minutes ago” I was Shivering when the cool sea wind blew. “Wheres your jumper” Rafe rubbed my goosebumps on my forearm “forgot it” I shrugged not being to bothered about it because my plan was to get warm with alcohol.

Rafe pulled over his bag and rooted through pulling out his jumper “you could have taken it” he laughed softly, passing it to me. “Are you not cold?” I wondered putting my hand on it but not taking, that depended on his answer. “Nope, it’s all yours” he pushed it closer to me.

“Thank you” I rubbed his hand. “Want a top up?” He pointed to my bottle that was practically empty. “Yeah but I’ll come” I smiled jumping up and putting out my hand to help Rafe. He laughed taking it and we walked towards the keg. “Ah shoot I left my bottle hold on” Rafe rubbed my arm before running off to our mat of stuff. I didn’t mind the music or the people usually but as soon as I was left alone i could feel eyes watching me. I looked around and eventually between two backs of people i saw a boy staring at me.

with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He offered me a smile before sliding over.

“Hey” he blinked waving at me, he was quite the bit taller than me and stood extremely close. “Hi” I stepped back a bit not being interested. He was clearly a touron because I didn’t Recognise him and the boy spoke with an English accent.

“I’m will, what’s you name” I felt automatically uncomfortable around him, his smile, where he was standing and the way he looked at me. “um- y/n look I’m just here to get beer I’m not really…” “I’ve been waiting to get you alone all night, you’ve been with them boys” he laughed. I stepped away now scared that he’d been watching me.

I wasn’t really sure where I was going as I was heading backwards but anywhere was better than alone with his guy. “Where you going babe? We’re not done here he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into his body grabbing my ass with the other hand. Because we were around so many drunk people and such loud music no one could tell he was hurting me. “Get the fuck off of me” I tried pulling away and I did, turning and running from the crowd but I only just made it out before he grabbed my wrist again. His other hand flew to my neck and he released my wrist so he could grab my ass again. “Let’s get to know each other huh?”

From the corner of my teary eye I saw Rafe emerge from the crowd like my fucking hero. He ripped will off me like paper and pushed him into the crowd. Gasps and oi’s! came from the people he was pushed into. The music stopped and everyone was watching the scene. “Get the fuck up, GET THE FUCK UP” Rafe shouted enraged. Topper and kelce were soon running up to us. “What happened” Topper whispered to me before he realised my cheeks where tear stained and he put it all together. Topper hugged me comforting me while kelce pulled will up off the floor holding him in place.

“Wow, what a slag- three guys at once huh?”

Rafe just got even more pissed off, his breathing could be heard from where I was standing he was trying to calm down I knew it bless him.

“Rafe, don’t- don’t it’s fine” I made him turn around but seeing how scared and upset i was in toppers arms didn’t help the situation. “Please leave it, It’s not worth it” I wiped my eyes dry, keeping rafes attention. He was just about to step away and kelce almost let go then will the stupid bastard opened his stupid mouth. “See, she wants it really”.

With that kelce fastened his grip with a pissy face and Rafe turned around punching the guy in that stupid face. Hard. “Get her out of here” Rafe told Topper before going to punch him again.

“Rafe stop! Stop” I cried scared he was gonna get himself hurt. Topper threw me over his shoulder taking me away while I screamed rafes name. Rafe pulled will up by his hair, his nose was broken 100% blood was poring out. “If you ever think about going to grope a girl again! Especially my girl… you can remember this” he kicked him in the stomach winding the dark haired touron who rolled clutching in pain. Kelce picked him up yet again and Rafe threw in one last punch to the face.

Will was dropped to the floor in disguised. The crowd stood and watched the ‘show’ and didn’t help will, once Rafe and kelce left. Wether he was knocked out or not Rafe just wanted to get back to me. He’d hurt the touron enough to teach him a lesson.

Topper had taken me to rafes car and I’d been embraced in a hug ever since, crying into his shirt mumbling words that didn’t make sense. I heard a tap on the window and turned around to see Rafe unharmed, on the face anyway. “Rafe” I breathed speedily getting out the car and jumping hugging him tight. “we will leave you guys alone- hope your alright y/n” kelce smiled sympathetically.

“Thank you, see you tomorrow” I nodded to them both before turning back to Rafe. “I said leave it” I sighed holding his hand which was bruised and cut between my own close to my chest. “no y/n he disrespected you- he hurt you he touched you! im not gonna let that just fucking slide! Okay he deserved it”

I nodded after a while of just looking into rafes eyes. “Your right, thank you- your so good to me” I sighed drying my eyes with my hand. “You deserve good y/n” Rafe smiled drying my eyes for me with his sleeve. We caught eye contact and Rafe sighed stepping closer to me. “What?” I asked blinking with confusion. “There’s another reason I go so angry” he told me looking at the ground. His hands came to my waist and I kind of guessed what he was about to say before he said it.

I pulled down his face towards mine and linked our lips, I’m sure mine tasted of salt from my tears but Rafe didn’t Seem to mind when he passionately kissed me back in that second.

I couldn’t believe it, I’d just guessed Rafe was gonna say he liked me but I didn’t know.

We stepped closer and his hand went through my hair, my cheeks were getting red I could feel them. I pulled back and stepped, in shock having to catch my breath. Rafe was smiling and we both didn’t say anything for a few seconds “please- tell me that’s what you were gonna say or this is gonna be really bloody awkward eh” I held my hair in my hands playing with it while anxiety kicked in.

“Well I was gonna say I liked you but I like the way you put it” Rafe giggled like a child. I breathed out with relief smiling up at the beautiful night sky.

“You alright though?” Rafe asked me being more concerned about the incident than the new information that had popped up. “Yeah I am now” i slithered my hands up his arms to his neck. “I’m not worried, I have you to protect me huh” “who’s gonna protect me?” Rafe laughed and in one move he’d picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him smirking Notting my arms around his neck smiling close “well I’ll protect you from the girls, promise you that” I smiled with my eyes. “This ain’t gonna ruin our friendship right?” I asked worriedly not really putting my words right I guess.

“Baby girl, I wanna ruin our friendship <3”

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spinster-sisters · 4 years ago

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[12:47am] jyn, cjh

TW: shower sex, threesome, no clear dom or sub dynamics, oral male reciving, gn! reader, idk man, also I used "bet" in a sexy way.

The whole room felt like a sauna. Condensation stuck the mirror and steam were flooding through the cracks in the shower curtains.

Yunho held you against the tile in the shower underneath the water, his lips were latched onto yours in a kiss almost as hot as the room around you and his dick was fully sheathed inside you. Maybe fucking wouldn't be the correct word. It was more like grinding. He was barely pulling out during his thrust, instead, he using his grip on your hips to force himself deeper inside you. You were both being rather obscene with your noises. Loud moans, groans, and whoppers echoed around the washroom, and Yunho's hips met yours with enough force to shake the wall behind you. It was inevitable that someone would have an issue with it.

"Oh my God! Yunho if you don't be quiet I'm going to get in there and pull you both apart myself!" You heard Jonghos distinctive voice call just as the door swung open. Yunho broke your kiss and looked at you with a mischievous glance, a smirk playing at his lips. His hips snapped into yours one again and the clearest moan of the evening tumbled past your lips, head falling back onto the tile. The shower curtain was still drawn but it was quite sheer. Jongho could easily see the outline of your meshed bodies.

"Don't think I won't Yunho" Jongho threatened again. Yunho giggled.

"Close the door Jongho," he said through his chuckle, though still not letting up on his pace. And to your surprise, control the younger boy complied and you lived heard the door click shut though over your boyfriend's shoulder you could still see his outline in the room.

You were trying to controll your noises. Not because you were shy, simply because it seemed like Jongho was legitimately upset. Yunho clearly didn't care, as when he reconnected your lips you clenched ever so slightly against his length and he groaned into your mouth as loud as ever.

"I sware to fucking-"

"Jongho, if you could feel what I do right now you wouldn't be able to shut up either."

Silence. Well kinda, a very distinct sound of skin sleeping could still be heard.

"Bet" the younger man called.

In an instant, Yunho had stopped moving and put you down on wobbling feet. The sudden emptiness left something to be desired but the dangerous glint in your boyfriend's eyes was enough to keep you interested. You weren't shy, not in the slightest. Was this uncharted territory? Definitely. But if this is going exactly where you thought it was you had no problems with that.

A moment later Yunho has pulled back the curtain. You were still mostly covered behind your boyfriend's body, and Jongho stood at the edge of the shower with his arms crossed and face determined, seemingly unbothered by your naked bodies in front of him dripping water. He and Yunho shared a deep almost challenging look, and by looking at his side profile you saw Yunho crack a smile.

"Fine then." He looked over his shoulder at you, "what do you say, sweetheart, wanna settle a bet?" You glanced over at the boy, eyes raking over his determined face as he met your gaze.

"I have no problem with that," you giggled. In a moment Jongho had pulled his clothes off his body and was stepping into the scorching water. You half expect him to be on the shy side, but right now he was oozing with confidence, and it was well deserved he looked great.

Yunho pulled you around him to face the boy and urged you onto your knees.

"I'm not just gonna let you fuck my baby, but they sure can use their mouth." He spoke affectionately petting your head. You looked up at Jongho with a smirk, and if it weren't for the excited glint hidden in his eyes and the hard dick in front of your face you would almost think he was unimpressed. Oh, how you were going to change that.

"Get going then," he demands expectantly. You reached out and took the hard length in your hand. The steaming water allowed you to easily glide your hand up and down, barely grazing the surface. You turned to your boyfriend and with one last cheeky nod, you set to work.

Today wasn't the day to tease. So opened your lips and took the length as far down as you could in one movement and swallowed. You heard Jongho's breath hitch but no noise escaped him, no good.

Pulling back up, your two hands wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping it slowly as you lower your lips to him again. This time wrapping them tightly around his tip and sucking. At this, the tiniest hint of noise came from the back of his throat.

"What was that?" Yunho chided, pushing your head further down. You made a garbled noise at the unexpected action, but regained yourself quickly and swirled your tongue around as much of his length ad you could.

"Nothing-g"

It would almost have been convincing save for that last little stutter. You increased your grip on the base, pumping it slowly. You hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down the rest, leaving trails of saliva up and down his dick.

Although you were clearly wearing on him, you still had yet to receive the exact response you were looking for, when a sudden idea popped into your head. You pulled off of Jongho completely, save for one hand still gripping the base of his cock as hard as you could. And finally, a strangled moan left his lips.

Yunho chuckled, and you smirked satisfied.

"Not fair" he panted after a moment. And in response, your tongue came down and slid from the base to the tip, then roughly through the slit on his cock. He shuddered a gasp.

"Is that fairer?" You asked.

#ateez smut #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez timestamp #yunho smut #jongho smut

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queenbumbles21 · 2 years ago

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When their will-o-wisps likes (Yn) more then them

Fandom - Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Characters - Yugi Tsukasa , Hanako kun - (Yugi amane)

Warning ⚠️, grammar errors, not proofread

• Ah yes Tsukasa…

• Well he didn’t seem to mind

• well let’s just say…

• He was surprisingly clam about it

• he didn’t really mind at all that you were fascinated with his koku-joudai

• he thought it was pretty cute that you three got along

• you’d be with them all day…

• you swirl your finger on their flam and they’ll purr too your touch

• while they both calmly placed themselves on your stomach or lap

• Tsukasa would watch you three,

• He started feeling some sort of way…

• Displeased? Anger? Or could it be…

• With a frown on his face and his crazy eyes

• jealousy written in them…

• So how did he dealt with this problem..?

• Well you see.…

• He started to get more clinger then before

• He’d jump on you

• cuddle you

• pulled your heart strings by his perverted touches…

• he even picked you put bridle style and float around the room just to have you close to him

• He’d even flop you down on the couch and laying himself on top of you

• to assure you don’t go anywhere

• or to seek his Koku-Joudia to pet..

• if you even TRY to run away

• He’d give you a death glare...

• so you stayed... (ಥ◡ಥ)

• cuddle up next to him

• (´∀｀•) he's happy now

• you fall asleep, but... You'd soon woke up to two… no three cold embraces on you…

• ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

• Tsukasa is heavy for a dead kid and some eyes balls when there laying on (Yn) like that…

• you’d gently as possible try to get them off of you…

• but that didn’t work…

• Tsukasa had a strong grip on you..too strong >~<

• He woke up to you trying to leave

• he gave you a ‘where the hell are you going” look

• Scary!! ・゜・(ノД`)

• you stayed…. ಥ益ಥ

• but eventually, you had enough of this crazy ass day! And you reassured Tsukasa that you'll spend more time with him

•...well you should have said that first thing before this mess even started… they shared you and now everyone is happy! Finally (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

“Tsu... Your kinda... squashing me.. Please get off T~T...” You asked distressed, Tsukasa was currently laying on top of you, perventing you from escaping to possibly his “servents” also know as Koku-joudai, going near you.

You've been spending most of your time with them... and he didn't like that... You didn't give him the attention he deserved,

So he had came up with and idea! Trap you. With his bare hugs! Of course! “No can do (Yn)~ your all mine~” He purrs in your ear, you blushed at this, well as if you weren't blushing enough already,

“Tsu please, I'll give you all the hugs and cuddles you want but please get off me first I sware on my word!” big mistake.. Don't ever say that again...

“Hmmmm, really~ you'd swar on your outh even death~?” okay maybe not death... But you had to choice you wanted him off of you and now!

“Yes, yes! I swear on my life! That I'll give you All the cuddles and attention you deserve just please get off of me! Your heavy!”

“How rude!!” Tsukasa says not necessarily angry but he wasn't happy about the comment either. He smirks at you, “Whatever you say, love~” He purrs, He moved off of you and to your side facing you, he has his arms wrapped around your waist, he buried his face and nuzzled your neck.

You signed a soft smile on your face, you took off his hat which he looked up at you to ask, but stoped when you started running your fingers through his soft hair. He smiled and went back to facing the other way, you both drifted off to sleep.

A/n : Thanks for reading! Have a good day and night, stay safe 🫶 - 👸🍯🐝

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mother-snake · 4 years ago

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all it takes is one

two stories in one day? gasp. well, its mcuh shorter. but its enjoyable i think... remember that if yod like to keep up with any stroies i post i can tag you! asks are open for any AUs you find intersting. and i am always open to story prompts! @idkanameatall

warnings: swaring

- sometimes it takes one person. sometimes it takes being pushed too far by others-

Logan looked at himself in the mirror.

A long black trench coat rested on his shoulders; a navy button up shirt replaced his old polo one. His tie had changed as well. his once striped tie now adorned a galaxy print. His glasses were swapped with contacts.

The brain symbol was placed at the end of the tie. But instead of glasses, a pencil and a pen sat behind it, like the skull and bones you find on pirate flags.

Janus hugged around his waist, head resting on his shoulders. He leaned his own onto the other. “you look beautiful bluebell. Give them hell, okay?” Logan felt a peck on his cheek before Janus let go.

He felt the tug around his self and followed it. he appeared in Thomas’s Livingroom.

Roman and Virgil arguing loud enough to cause anyone an immediate headache. he heard a gasp coming from Patton as soon as the other saw his new look.

“Logan? Is that you?” Thomas asked stunned looking at the other. he only gave a sharp nod in response.

Realising that roman and Virgil weren’t going to stop yelling any time soon he snapped his fingers. the two yelled for a couple seconds before they realised, they weren’t making any noise. Their heads snapped around the room before landing on Logan with wide eyes. “now that they are finally quiet. What’s the issue Thomas?” ‘Logan?’ roman mouthed.

Logan snapped his fingers once again. “I’m going to say this once and once only. You interrupt me when talking, and I will do that again. If I have to do it three times I will leave. And if I leave don’t apologise. I’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime.” The air of confidence around him caused the others to back away slowly.

“very well Logan. But may I ask a question?” Thomas asked. “very well.” “why the new look. I mean you look amazing, but why the change?”

“someone told me that I needed to stand up. take action for myself and stop backing away from things I would have loved to do. Id been thinking about a change for a while. They gave me the confidence to do so.” A small smile peaked the side of lips as he fiddled with his tie.

“I see… so would that person happen to be a certain snake?” Virgil asked giving a small glare at Logan. “and if it was?” he replied sharply. “so, you became one of them? Over us?” Virgil growled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I needed your permission. Well the sweet emo lord,” he snapped his fingers, “I don’t need to take your bullshit anymore.”

The room fell silent. Virgil went to reply, but not before realising he couldn’t speak. “none of you listened before. So, you will listen to me now. All it takes is one. Small. Push.”

He snapped his fingers.

“Thomas, may we continue with your dilemma?”

Janus smiled as he sensed Logan’s confidence from where he sat in a bundle of blankets on said sides bed with a grin on his face. Happy that the brain was finally becoming himself… it would take some time. But he would be his old self. And Janus would be there every step of the way.

#logan sanders #dark logan #Janus sanders #Roman sanders #patton sanders #Virgil sanders #thomas sanders #Sander sides

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renee-writer · 5 years ago

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Detective Fraser Chapter 25 What Do You Want?

Lieutenant James Fraser is lead detective at the Yard. He oversees the others and works on those cases that the others can’t solve or that are politically delicate.

He loves his job, which is more 9 to 5 then soldiering. After the war, where he and Claire, served Queen and country with honor and pride, he was more then happy to return to detective work. A job in Scotland Yard was offered due to his outstanding military record. He happily accepted and worked his way up. He is now at the pinnacle of his career and will be able to retire in ten years, leaving him plenty of time to be a full time da to Henry and spoil the grandbabies he expects Julia to have by then.

He sits at his desk reviewing the latest on a string of increasingly violent home invasions that are plaguing Liverpool when his assistant knocks and enters.

“Excuse me Lieutenant Fraser but there is a Mr. Randall here to see you.” He jerks. What does that bloody bastard want? “Sir?” Well there is only one way to find out. Hell!

“Bring him in.” He nods and slips out. A minute later, Randall enters.

“I know you weren’t expecting me.” He says in way of greeting.

“No. I expected you to be long gone.”

“My pardon but I can not leave just yet.”

“Why?” he still stands. Jamie won’t be offering him a chair until he states his business and maybe not even then.

“It is the child. I wish to find my child.”

“I you want me to do what exactly?”

“You are the best around. I seek your help. I sware not to go anywhere near Claire or her daughter..”

“Our daughter!” he growls out.

“Just so. I will have no contact with them. I just wish to find out what became of my child. You are a father. You should understand.”

“I am a father who supported my wife through her pregnancy. Was there at the hospital when my daughter was born. Have been in her life everyday. Not someone who got a lass pregnant outside of wedlock whilst married to another. Then disappeared on them both.”

“You know the disappearance wasn’t my fault.”

“And the rest?” he arched his eyes at him.

“I have made mistakes.” A Scottish noise of contempt from Jamie. “All right, I was a right arse. I felt free when I realized when I was. Free of a marriage I didn’t want. Free of an increasingly clingy mistress. But, as God as my witness, I didn’t know she was pregnant.”

“You know the child was adopted?”

“Yes.”

“Those records are sealed tight and the child might not have even been told of the adoption.”

“I have thought of that.”

“So, you are asking me to disrupt the live of an adult who has no idea of your existence. For what? Before you answer that, have you thought on how to explain meeting a 29 year old, telling the lad or lass, who you are, all while looking no more then thirty yourself?” Jamie studies him while turning the pen he holds around in his hand.

“Christ! I hadn’t thought about that!”

“Go home and do. If you can, well, come back and ask. I will think on helping you in the meantime. Good day Mr. Randall.”

He turns and walks out and Jamie chuckles to himself. “He is a bloody fool.” He returns to his reading.

#my writing #modern au #the 30's #detective fraser #what do you want #outlander fanfic #outlander fandom

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eye-raq · 6 years ago

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Daddy’s Home Pt.1: The Pull UP

Okay so ya’ll gonna trip off of this one HERE. Thanks to my girl @hdkween I had to do it man i had to!!!!!!

Summary: Erik serves seven years of his ten year sentence, getting out on good behavior to finally teach his girl who left him almost four years ago a lesson (A NASTY LESSON) *tehee*

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+) This is long, and nasty, and just badddd yall. If I haven’t tagged you please let my ass know because everytime i make a tag list i loose it lmao!

Mariposa County Jail.

That’s where she visited now. From her understanding, it was very strict. She got a further warning from her good friend Brianna, who had an ex-boyfriend there that she visited often.

“Girlllll, I'm just gonna warn you now, you can forget all the treats you could sneak in at the other jail, and paying off some of those crooked officers to fuck in the bathroom, NOPE. No bending the rules or you’ll be staying there too.”

Upon arrival there, Callie couldn’t even park and leave her 2015 Infiniti Q50 without some correctional officers approaching her vehicle to check it. She clutched her Pink tote bag, an attitude etched within her pretty brown features as she watched them attack her car, never missing an inch of space. After about ten minutes, they finally lifted from her vehicle, turning to escort her into the Institution.

It seemed they really wanted to be cautious, because now Callie had to go through a metal detector, also having to send her bag down the conveyor belt to get checked by a women correctional officer. Callie was used to this part, having to be searched before she entered, but not as extensive as her car.

She even received instructions before coming here to not wear similar colors that resemble that of the inmates. They wore blue from head to toe, so she wore an all black Pink tracksuit with her curly hair up in a simple top knot bun. After going through check out, Callie had to sign some forms, handing over her ID, stating her name, and date of birth.

“Callie Demetria Carter, 4/4/90.”

“Visiting?” The boring officer asked, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him, the balding patch of thin hair on his pale head giving her a view she would normally laugh at if it wasn’t for her already overgrowing irritation.

“Erik Stevens.” Erik Stevens, graduate at MIT who took on the job as a hacker instead of an engineer.

At that the officer went to pull out a stack of visitors lists, finally finding Erik’s, scanning to see. Callie had always been curious to know who else visited Erik, her eyes staring through the thick panel of glass, squinting them to make out more than one name scribbled there.

“Alright, let's go. Leave all personal belongings here, and follow these few officers through that door to the phone room.”

Callie never had to visit Erik in a phone room. She always came to see him at the other institution in a wide open room where all inmates came to see their visitors whether it be friends, family, or even enemies. Callie tried to block out the image of the one visitor who sat next to her, the prisoner stabbing their neck repeatedly, before doing the same to themselves. Callie had nightmares about that for nearly a two months.

Finally lifting from the chair, Callie walked empty-handed as she allowed the slow swinging doors to close. It was a long dimly lit hallway, the sounds of her vans walking across the shiny hardwood flooring that had the smell of pine sol wafting from it. She gripped the zipper of her tracksuit hoodie tightly, her expression hardened.

Callie avoided her last visit to see Erik for reasons she didn’t want to bring up. She supposed Erik needed time to adjust here as well because he had transferred to this Institution for his own safety. Erik literally owned the last prison he stayed in called San Quentin State Prison. Erik had the warden and the correctional officers eating out the palm of his hand, he even had his own cell in a secluded area of the prison from the other inmates. That alone earned a lot of hate and jealousy towards him.

Callie remembers visiting Erik in the earlier stages of his arrest, face bruised purple and red from fighting, he even walked out with his orange jumpsuit undone, a bandage on his broad chest from an attempt stabbing in the courtyard:

“E! What the fuck?!” Callie wanted to cry.

“Aye! I told you, I got this. Don’t go wasting your tears on me. You got the weed right?” Callie’s somber expression turned to that of annoyance as she pulled out the plastic bag full of kush, his special kush that he smoked in jail to keep him level headed, especially if he planned on getting out on good behavior.

“Thanks, baby, you like my little Bonnie, always holding me down.”

Callie’s attention was brought back to the present as the doors to the phone room opened, revealing a long stainless steel counter sealed off by a thick pane of glass separated by a wall between each visiting area, a rusty black phone for the visitor and the prisoner to use, and hard plastic chairs. From the way this was set up, there would be no more weed for Erik and no more quick sex sessions. Callie finally takes her seat at the instructed area, pulling her chair close and pressing her elbows firm on the counter in front of her. As if on cue, the correctional officer on the other side of the glass opened the door, a buzz sounding out as awe transformed her face.

There, standing at 6’3 220 lbs with little beady beads in his hair, unkempt facial hair, and crisp blue pants with a matching top was Erik himself. Callie felt a blush creep up her face, all of the memories with this man flooding her brain again, giving the wicked imagery that she wasn’t prepared for. Adjusting herself in her seat, Callie clears her throat, trying her best to stare into the eyes of her incarcerated boyfriend, clear resentment festering within him. Callie couldn’t lie, she felt fear in her belly, even through the thick glass. Erik kicks back the chair, settling with a loud thump of the chains around his wrists, body slouched and eyes cold with fury. Callie took a chance to look around her, nerves a damn wreck before picking up the dirty phone, bringing it to her ear slowly. She motioned with a lift of her chin for Erik to pick up his phone, watching him snatch it up with so much aggression, fear churned in her stomach.

Callie could hear him breathing, his chest from what she could see rapidly moving as if he were suffocating on his rage.

“Hi E, how you been baby?” Callie licked at her dry lips. She waited for him to respond for what felt like a minute, the fingers on his right hand tapping at the counter deathly slow.

“I heard some things.” That's all he had to say to her, no hi princess, no wassup baby girl, no you miss me, just THAT. Callie felt disrespected, the number of times she would visit his ungrateful ass, and that’s all he had to say.

“Oh? So no hi how are you? No hey baby girl, wassup love, nothing?” She grimaced.

“Are you gonna confirm what I heard?” he gave her a dirty look with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’ll entertain your rude ass since that’s what you clearly want me to do.” Callie seemed to have forgotten how aggravating her boyfriend could be.

“Word on the street is, my girl entertaining some other nigga.” Callie’s expression closed up, her fingers fidgeting while her eyes landed on a vein popping out the side of his neck.

“Wassup? You can’t speak?” Erik whispers with rage, his jaw tight and eyes bloodshot. He leans closer, his face almost pressing against the glass.

“It ain’t even like that.” She felt small. Callie felt like everyone in that room could hear what was going on.

“It ain’t even like that huh?! From my understanding, you let this nigga into my place, fucked this nigga in my bed?” He laughs.

“Erik chill out. I came all this way to see you.” She started to feel her anger stab at her brain.

“I’m finna break this MOTHERFUCKING glass.” Erik brings a single finger to the glass, stabbing it.

“I’m growing hella tired of the games Callie. You wanna stop with all that playing and tell me what’s really going on?” Callie’s leg fidgeted under the table, her eyes closed. She was afraid to even tell him anything from the reaction she was receiving right now.

“Fine! I met someone.” Callie nibbles on her fingers, her eyes wavering. He just sat there, immobilized with fury, his eyes deranged and a look as if he’d been slapped.

“You wanna run that shit by me again?!” The spit from his mouth hit the glass.

“I-I met a guy, his name is Lamont. We hung out a few times, and I invited him over. We kissed and he felt me up a little but that’s it! That’s all I didn’t let him hit I sware on my life!” Callie fucked up, she knew she fucked up. Erik had friends in AND out of jail. Callie briefly wondered besides his lawyer, were there others who would report things to him? She felt stupid.

“You stupid or what? You really thought you could fuck with another nigga while I was away? Especially since you’re MINES. What you thought I wasn’t gonna find out? I can’t believe your little simple ass.” He could taste the blood on his tongue from his rage. Erik pounded his fist on the counter, causing one of the correctional officers to approach behind him.

Callie rubbed angrily at her face, tears that she didn’t want nor needed, falling. She put up with Erik’s jailbird ass long enough, four years in jail to be exact. Callie had a lot going for herself, a college degree in Health Science, a great job with benefits and a salary wage, she wanted to feel guilty, but why should she? Erik landed himself in jail for credit fraud on multiple counts for some stupid job she warned him not to take, now he was serving seven to ten years behind bars.

“Fuck this, I don’t feel sorry about shit,” Callie yells, her limbs shaking.

“So you don’t feel sorry for getting with some clown while I’m in jail!!!?” Erik yells back into the phone.

“No, I don’t E. I feel like I deserve more than this arrangement we have going on.” Callie could see the hurt in his eyes, his nostrils flaring.

“What this punk nigga got that I don’t have?!” Erik smirks deviously then, his eyes low and predatory.

“Freedom.” Callie couldn’t believe she just said that.

“What a FUCKING SHAME. That’s all? Just freedom?”

“Freedom is better than dick Erik. Dick that you can’t sling behind bars.” Callie was on a roll. Did she know that from her words, she dug a deeper hole with Erik, but so? What could he do right? He was away for seven to ten years, by the time he got out she could be somewhere overseas living it up.

“You feel real tough on the other side of that glass. I’m giving you this one fucking warning Callie, DROP THAT NIGGA. Don’t look at him, don’t speak to him, don’t even breathe the same air as him.” with every word he spoke, he poked the glass so hard it shook.

“Erik, I’m tired of this shit. I’m sick of you trying to control me, I’m sick of coming up here with the same damn routine to see your sour ass, I’m TIRED! I’m fucking tired E.” Her eyes almost left her sockets as she spoke the words she’d been feeling for a while. Callie didn’t deserve this kind of lifestyle because of his mistakes.

“So WHAT?! You fucking leaving me?! What kind of girl of mines you supposed to be if you leaving me HUH?! Gon’ fucking dip out on me after all the shit I did for your ass. If the tables were turned you think I would do you dirty like this?! I can tell you now I WOULDN’T.” His voice was at its highest peak now, so deep and thunderous it earned the attention of practically everyone in that room.

“You are embarrassing right now! Calm your big ass down! You want the whole world to know our business?!!.” Callie scoots her seat back, lifting from her chair.

“Who the FUCK told you to exit! Were not fucking done Callie! I swear on EVERYTHING.”

“What?! Last time I checked I’m over here and YOUR over there!” Callie rolls her eyes at him, turning to leave with a middle finger to the sky.

Erik stands from his chair frantically, causing it to fall to the floor loudly. He snarls, nodding his head, pointing a warning finger to her retreating back as the officers lead her away.

“I’ll see you and that bitch ass NIGGA on the outside bruh!!!!!!” He felt the firm grip of the officers on his arms, causing him to laugh.

“Ain’t shit going on with me I’m GOOD.” Erik shakes them off. All he could see was her walking down that hallway, not even a backward glance.

“IT’S COOL BABY GIRL KEEP THAT SAME ENERGY WHEN I GET OUT!” Erik rubs at his nose, blinking his eyes rapidly while his fists clenched.

“Go ahead and bounce then Callie since you leaving.” He could feel his chains being pulled, his hurt face turning away from her blurred body as the officers lead him back to his shared cell.

Present Day: January 2019.

“Hey, Stevens!”

There were about four correctional officers headed towards his cell, the one leading the way going by the name of Johnson. All of them were big and intimidating, but none compared to Erik himself.

Standing at 6’3 246 lbs of thick muscle, body littered in tiny raised scars that represented each day he resided behind bars, skin a deep almond, hair in wild dreads that sat atop his head with a sharp temp-fade around the sides, bringing in the strong features that consisted of a broad nose, sharp brown eyes, wide lips that drew back into a snarl from the pull-ups he was currently doing, dark messy eyebrows, and teeth littered in gold.

“It’s showtime! Grab your stuff, were escorting you out.”

Erik drops down with a loud thud of his faded Timberlands against the smooth concrete of his cell, waking up his cellmate, causing him to groan. Erik gives Johnson a once over with his eyes, and a wicked smile before adjusting the drawstring to his pants, the fabric almost slipping from his waist to pool around his feet.

“It’s that time already Johnson? I thought my good behavior release didn’t start till next week on Wednesday?” Erik turns his chiseled back on Johnson and the others standing on the other side of his cell bars, walking over to his untidy bed, grabbing up the duffle he had already packed with some gear he definitely couldn’t fit anymore, throwing it over his shoulder.

“Where’s your shirt?” Johnson asked with annoyance.

“What’s the weather?” Erik looked up at the tiny window on the ceiling, the sun peeking through, staining his scared shoulders.

“It’s about 75 degrees.” Erik scuffs, pulling out a white long sleeve henley, throwing it on quick before walking up to the gate. Johnson begins to unlock it, Erik’s heart practically banging against his solid chest from how relieved he was to finally leave that shit hole. He served seven years of his sentence, SEVEN. He knew his lawyer would look out for him, the sexy bitch finally getting what she always wanted. The day Erik found out about his good behavior leave, his lawyer by the name of Marcia Grey requested to see him in private. Erik confused out of his mind showed up within that room to find Marcia in a tight nude bodycon skirt, with her white blouse undone giving him a full on view of her ample cleavage that begged to fall into his mouth. How many years has it been? Three years and eleven months since he had pussy? That’s about 1452 days. When he and Callie were together, they always had an arrangement of sex the four years before that, but since she called things off, Erik was left to beating his meat in hopes that the other prisoners couldn’t hear him.

Marcia made her intentions clear with Erik, that she wanted to fuck him in return for getting him his good behavior release. Erik didn’t have to be told twice, he lifted her up by the back of her thighs and fucked her a good two times, getting his nut in on that hard ass table. That was at least three months ago, now he really needed it craved it, and the only person to deliver that was Callie herself.

Callie Demetria Carter.

Could be Callie Demetria Stevens, She was lucky Erik loved her ass. He took his anger out on lifting weights, and punching bags, sometimes even racist prisoners who rubbed him the wrong way.

All that thinking, Erik hadn’t realized that the exit was inches away from him, the fresh air wafting his nose. FINALLY, no more smelling his cellmates shit in the middle of the night, no more quick showers because he wanted to avoid the homosexual prisoners who already gave him a look that made him want to break their faces in two, no more filling up on stale bread and ramen noodle hookups with tuna fish and eggs, and no more being pushed around by the crooked ass correctional officers.

Erik watched as Johnson opened the final gate to freedom, a car waiting for him ahead, HIS car, a 2018 NSX in electric blue.

“That’s you?!” Johnson was astonished.

“I might have been behind bars, but that doesn’t mean I ain’t got bank.”

Erik didn’t give a final farewell, walking up to his car, his good friend since childhood named Kendrick walking up to dab him up excitedly.

“Yee wassup big homie!” Kendrick pats Erik’s back.

“What’s good bro, YO, thanks for looking out for me while I was away, I owe you one big time.”

“That’s what friends are for right? You’re my nigga, of course, I was gonna look out for you.”

Erik practically runs to the drivers' side, itching to feel that leather on his back and smell that new car smell. Pulling off at 70 miles per hour, Erik starts talking business.

“My clean slate is already in progress from my understanding, I got some people in high places who owe me some favors.”

“AND, I found your girl, MISS CALLIE.” Kendrick clarifies.

“Is that RIGHT?” Erik’s grip on the steering wheel doesn’t go unnoticed, the leather making a loud crunching sound.

“YEP. she’s been dating that same nigga Lamont. Supposedly they’re going out tonight for a date, I think it’s RA Sushi on Lancaster Street.”

Erik’s irritation crackled.

He had something in store for her ass, just wait. He had a backup apartment where he did business that he could stay for a while, and then tonight he would pop up on Callie and her temporary nigga, serving up punishment by dick.

9:00 pm, Friday

“Look at you! You know how much I love RA Sushi.” Callie grabs Lamont's hand as he helps her out of his matte grey G Wagon, his hungry eyes never leaving Callie’s body. Tonight she wore a skin-tight camouflage bodycon dress, her lips painted a wine red, natural makeup on her face that brought out her hazel eyes, long hair done in soft curls, and her feet covered in nude So Kate red bottoms.

“I remember your love for Sushi Callie, figured we could start the night off right with dinner before we head over to the Hookah Bar.” Lamont stood at 6’1, a tall glass of chocolate milk with a bright white smile and chiseled features. His hair was shiny and black, blending perfectly with the fitted black sweater he wore and the dark wash denim of his jeans. He had a simple silver Rolex on his wrist with a silver rope chain, the smell of rosewood wafting her nose every time he took a step closer to her.

“Just hookah bar afterward? Nothing else you had in mind?” Lamont turned to her with a suggestive flicker of his thick black eyebrow, his lips turned up into a crooked smile.

“Callie you always want some damn dick.”

“What’s wrong with that? You telling me you don’t want to fuck?” Callie chuckles with a shocked look on her face. She never met a man who would turn down sex, especially if his women was ready and willing to provide that for him.

“OF COURSE I love fucking you Callie, but I was thinking tonight we could watch some movies, you know, get all boo’d up.” Callie actually scrunches her face at that. She hadn’t had the dick in about a week and all he wanted to do was lay in bed and watch movies? It was so foreign to her. As much as she hated to remember him, Erik never seized to please his women in AND out of the bed, that was before he got his ass locked up. Cali always wondered how he’d been holding up, sometimes thinking the worst, but she knew Erik could hold his own.

“Earth to Callie?” Callie hadn’t noticed her arrival in RA Sushi, standing in front of the hostess.

“Table for two right?” She asked all chipper.

“Yes, a booth near the window please,” Callie asked, watching as the hostess picked up two menus, escorting them to their table.

“You sure you good? You spaced out back there.” Lamont put an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her soft arm, bringing her body flush against his.

“Yeah, you know how I can get, lost in my thoughts.” They both settled into their seats, Callie letting out a deep breath before opening her menu to appetizers.

“You sure you telling me everything?” Lamont squinted his eyes in suspicion at her.

“Stop worrying about nothing and order us some appetizers! I was thinking we should share a bowl of ramen.” Lamont didn’t press her further, the waiter's arrival providing relief for her.

They both sat with glasses of water, undecided on what drinks they wanted with their chopsticks digging into the hot bowl of noodles, broth, beef, eggs, and veggies. Callie was so caught up in Lamont wiping some broth from the side of her mouth, that she hadn’t noticed the arrival of a special guest, but Lamont did.

“Can we help you brother?” Callie looks in the direction of Lamont's question to find THE ONE FUCKING PERSON SHE DIDN’T EXPECT TO SEE.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Callie screams in shock, jumping back in her booth seat, hitting her head against the brick wall. She whines in pain, her hand rubbing over her weave, eyes wide in terror, her hands shaking as they covered her mouth.

“Miss Callie Carter, AKA Daddy’s little slut with the trick tongue.” Erik rolls his shoulders, arms folded across his chest with his dreads freshly twisted and stroked to the side, gold-rimmed glasses on his face, a white v neck t-shirt with an oversized distressed denim jacket, light wash drop crotch jeans with red and black Jordan 1’s on his feet. He smiles brightly, revealing golds in his mouth. Callie could not remove her eyes from him, she COULDN’T BELIEVE that Erik himself stood before her with at least twenty pounds of muscle added to his body and a head full of dreads. Was this the nigga she left in the phone room almost 4 years ago?!!!

“What the fuck?! NIGGA, WHO ARE YOU TO SAY SOME SHIT LIKE THAT ABOUT MY GIRL? Did you lose your fucking mind bruh? Get the stepping homie!” Lamont was fuming now, ready to stand up out of the booth, but Callie put out a hand to stop him.

“Lamont!!! no, just no…”

Lamont gives Erik a nasty look before turning to Callie with confusion.

“You wanna tell me who this nigga is that claim you’ve been sucking his dick?” ERIK barks out a burst of laughter that caused a waiter to stumble with a tray full of hot saki shots.

“My nigga you don’t know?!! I’m the one Callie left almost four years ago.” Lamont had this dumb expression on his face that made Erik want to go upside his head even more.

“You lost you coffee faced nigga!? Check this out..”

Erik seats himself next to Callie, her entire personal space now filled with the smell of warm cinnamon, mint citrus, and Indian patchouli clouding her, it was provocative allure and power with distinct magnetic notes. Callie hated the fact that she loved the smell, she was livid because her seat grew wet.

“Since it seems that Callie here is the QUEEN of secrets, let me reveal her biggest one.”

“Erik DON’T” Callie yanks at his jacket, causing him to turn his blazing eyes on her.

“Get your fucking hands off me. You punished.” Callie felt like she’d been slapped in the face, her jaw slack and her hazel eyes almost leaving her sockets.

“Now back to you nigga with the temporary dick, I’m Erik, Callie’s man who’s been away in jail for seven years.” Lamont marinated in resentment, not a word spoke just pure hate in his eyes as he stared at Erik unblinking.

“You look like you wanna kill me right now, but I bet that shit doesn’t match up to how much I wanna end your fucking life,” Erik spoke that low and careful, so Lamont could catch every single word.

“And as for you,” Erik points to Callie without even looking at her.

“I told you not to come near this nigga, didn’t I? I told you not to breathe the same air as him and look at what we got.” Callie could only shake her head, her lower lip trembling. She didn’t know what would happen next, but she KNEW it wouldn’t be the perfect reunion.

“Say goodnight, Callie, we leaving.” Erik lifts from the booth, walking away a little to find Callie still seated.

“Oh? So Daddy gotta punish you further huh? That’s cool, I’m up for the extra work.” Callie looks at Lamont, his eyes staring down at the table without a single gaze at her. Erik whistles, getting Callie’s attention again as she finally lifts from the booth, now on her two feet.

“Sorry, Lamont.” She says over her shoulder, guilt creeping up her belly.

“Sorry, not sorry,” Erik says with a smile, knowing that Lamont wasn’t stupid enough to get up and try anything with him. Callie takes tentative steps towards Erik, all eyes in that restaurant on her like she was walking the walk of shame.

Erik holds up his hand to her, stopping her.

“What the fuck you doing?” He says with a harsh breath escaping his mouth.

“Is that how you're supposed to approach big daddy? You forgetting something?!” Callie’s body stiffens, turning her face away from him. He had so much CONTROL.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now Erik???” He cocks his head at her response.

“Oh I’m DEAD Fucking serious, get on all fours NOW, and crawl to me before I leave your ass in this restaurant.” Erik snaps his fingers, pointing towards the floor rapidly. Callie shakes her head, kneading her shoulder, she just couldn’t do it in public NO FUCKING WAY.

“I DON’T CARE WHERE WE ARE. You’re Daddy’s little slut who likes to be on her knees.” Callie massages the back of her neck, her eyes wavered as she lowers herself to the floor in the middle of that restaurant. She flips her hair over her shoulder angrily, placing her hands onto the floor now, crawling towards him slowly with her piercing hazel eyes on his dark deranged ones. Erik laughs bitterly, walking back towards the door with his eyes trained on his Callie, her plump body swaying with each crawling motion. Finally, at the door, Erik stands with his back against the archway, arms folded, waiting for her to kneel in front of him. Callie makes herself comfortable on her knees, her eyes still on him, because she didn’t want to risk pissing him off further in public.

“I been gone from that pussy for too long for you to entertain some other nigga, some wack ass nigga you stupid?! You thought you would get away with it huh?!” Erik kisses his teeth, bending over to grip her chin roughly. Callie gulps, her lip quivering.

“Erik,”

“AYE.” She snaps her lips shut, her tongue rolling along the inside of her cheek.

“DADDY. Please, I’m-I’m fucking sorry okay I-I-I?!!”

“I-I-I-Too late Callie.” Callie could feel everyone's eyes on her, Erik looking up scanning the restaurant with malice.

“Fuck yall looking at?! Mind yall fucking business!!!”

Callie wanted to slap his fine ass clean across his face.

“FUCK-YOU-ERIK.” She said that with spite, already regretting it.

“Fuck me?! NAH, kill that IM FUCKING YOU. And I’m fucking you hard, and rough. Too many years in that fucking cell.” His voice grew so deep and terrifying. It not only had her fearing him, but it also had her pussy wet and calling for him.

The pleasure, the terror for the MAN.

“Round one of your punishment, I miss those naughty lips wrapped around my dick.” Erik lifted his shirt to his mouth, his hard, sensuous, able-bodied, sturdy, powerful, brick house frame came into view littered in these interesting scars that had her starstruck and dazed.

“Each one of these scars represents the number of days I spent behind bars, seven years worth of days.”

His thick fingers took its time to undo his pants, her throat bobbing and spit forming in the corners of her mouth. She salivated for this man, her face giving him a fake scowl. Erik knew her all too well, a mischievous smirk on his face as he stuck one of his hands down his briefs, pulling out a whopping 10 inches of thick dick, gripping it firmly at the base, Callie going cross-eyed as her eyes took in his thick head, and veiny shaft.

“What you supposed to do with this?” Erik could hear the audible gasps and objections from the people inside the restaurant. Callie’s tongue flicks her bottom lip slow, her eyes trailing from his impressive piece of meat to his sexy eyes.

“I’m supposed to suck it, DADDY.” Callie felt butterflies in her belly from that.

“That’s a start, and how you supposed to suck me off?” Callie wiggles on her knees.

“With both hands behind my back, using only my mouth.”

“THAT’S RIGHT. Only using that FUCKING MOUTH. No hands, just the lips, that tongue…”

Erik’s dick sits on her lips then, Callie’s head shaking from how good it felt to have that heavy thing rest on her bottom lip, staining it red.

“I don’t wanna see my dick, you better use that throat to your advantage! Make my shit disappear like you ain’t got no barrier!” He barked that shit out rough. Callie brings her hands behind her, opening wide, sinking her mouth on his stiff dick smooth and clean, her throat vibrating around him. It felt like home sweet home the way his dick sat deep to her uvula, her inner cheeks contracting around him giving his dick the best tension. She couldn’t believe that Erik had her on her knees, in front of EVERYONE with his dick in her mouth, fresh out of prison.

“Taste like it used to right? Ain’t change one fucking bit.” Callie nods her head, sucking him with a twirl of her mouth causing his dick to hit her inner cheeks each time, a hiss escaping his mouth deeply. She releases with a pop, spitting on it, then gliding her lips over him again, now bobbing her head quickly, the gurgling sounds so loud in her ears, the shock from the people around them became less audible. She loved it, every single inch of it no matter how upset she tried to be. She missed the dick, and it made her own the humiliation even more.

“Suck on my sack bitch.” That’s the only warning she needed, her mouth popping off his dick to suck on his hefty balls, Erik grabbing hold of his dick then, smacking her cheek. Her tongue thrashed wildly over him, sucking him up into her mouth one at a time, her pretty eyes taking in the strain of pleasure that was etched across his face.

“Look at you, for somebody that wanted to leave me so damn bad you sure as hell giving me a good welcome home present. Nasty ass.” Callie licks her way back to his dick, her lips sucking hard on the tip of his dick, which caused Erik to grip the sides of her face, fucking into her mouth so rough her nails dug into the skin on her hands.

“DON’T RUN EITHER LET ME TAKE THIS MOUTH.” He fucked her mouth like it didn’t belong to her, Callie’s body shaking and her entire face covered in spit. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of this sexy man, he was even sexier than before, and the thought of him fucking her tonight had her praying to God to wake up the next day with the ability to walk.

“Still got that dangerous tongue I see, FUCKKK.” He threw his head back, that lip she loved to suck on between his teeth.

“This my mouth now Callie, Let me cum in my shit.” Erik’s hips banged into her mouth faster and faster, his groans growing louder.

“FUCK YES!” She whimpers around him, his cum spilling out in loads down her chin, neck, and chest. It was SO MUCH, she couldn't even drink it all. Callie never knew Erik to cum that much.

Erik withdrew his dick, smacking her on the lips with it before scraping up some cum, feeding it to her. She drank every single drop with love and affection, her makeup ruined and clothes, the humiliation in the back of her mind.

Callie’s hands fought to gain control as she opened her apartment door, the hallway deathly quiet with the exception of Erik’s hard breathing on her neck. He yanks on her weave hard, pulling her back and causing her to slam her door closed after successfully opening it. Callie’s throat felt like she swallowed rocks from how sore it was, Erik, making her suck his dick again on the ride over.

“You thought you would run out on a nigga? Fuck another nigga?” Erik smacks her ass rough causing her to draw in a sharp breath.

“ANSWER ME!”

“No! I-I no Daddy no!!!”

“No? So you didn’t fuck him?”

Callie felt him yank on her hair again, her right foot almost causing her to fall.

“I-I, EEEEEEE.” She knew if she told him, he would get her.

“shut -that-whining-up-right-fucking-now.”

“DADDY, pleasseeee.”

“SAY IT.” Callie hiccuped from her whimpering.

“Yes. yes, I did.” She felt his nose press into her face, taking a deep breath in, blowing it out, then take another deep breath in, holding it. She did it.

“Open that door baby girl, right now.” Callie felt Erik release her hair, her hand gripping the knob to let them into her place.

“STRIP.” Erik doesn’t wait for her to get to the bedroom, let alone all the way into her living room, watching Callie step out of her heels, pulling her dress up and over her head, revealing an emerald green g string underneath with a matching push up bra. Erik runs a hand down his face as he takes in Callie’s heavy titties, down to her round belly, straight to her pussy, down her thunder thighs, and finally landing on her pretty toes.

“My nasty little bitch got thick on me. Look at you, mmm, ass so phat pussy so phat, titties sitting pretty, chunky and sexy.” Callie clutched her chest, the look in Erik’s eyes making it hard for her to stand on two feet.

“Now you KNOW that pussy too fat to fit into a g string, look at it.” Erik takes off his jacket, pulling his shirt up and over his head, practically knocking her out with that killer body. He looked like he belonged in the military running drills. With a body like that he could lift her up and over his head, knock a nigga out with one clean punch.

“Pussy lips hanging over the sides, eating that fabric.” His tongue flicked his upper lip repeatedly. Callie’s eyes were trained there, her mouth hanging open.

“You like that? You like the way daddy flick his tongue?” Erik started teasing her then, flicking his tongue over his lips LL Cool J style, biting them with a wrinkle of his nose, puckering them, flicking his tongue between his fingers, she couldn’t take it.

“I bet Lamont wack ass couldn’t eat the pussy like me COULD HE?” she jerked her leg to calm her pussy.

“Say no daddy.” He instructed.

“No daddy.”

Erik approaches her, taking his fingers to yank her bra down, her titties jumping out at him with surprise. Erik frantically lowered his mouth, sucking up her nipples in a sloppy manner, making lurid noises. Callie didn’t hold back a single moan as he attacked her heavy chest, her hand's yearning to touch him, causing him to smack it away.

“What I say? You punished right? Say yes daddy.”

“Y-yes daddy.”

Erik unclips her bra, tossing it to the side in her living room, grabbing two handfuls of her titties sucking her nipples so good it almost made her fall flat on her back.

“I missed this mouth daddy.”

“I bet your thick ass did. You can’t get nothing pass me.” Erik trails his tongue down her belly now, kissing and nibbling.

“You remember how daddy liked to eat the pussy?” Callie nods her head.

“You got a mouth right? USE THAT SHIT.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“So how Daddy used to do it then?” Without a further word, Callie got to the floor, turning with her back arched and bent over, her pussy spreading for him in that tiny ass g string.

“GOOD GIRL. You know your position like the back of your damn hand.” Erik kneeled in front of her, fisting her panties before ripping it clean off.

“DAMN DADDY.” Callie’s eyes rolled in lust. Erik’s hands came down on her ass roughly, watching her skin grow red. Callie winces, and each time she would assume he was done spanking her, she felt another ping of pain.

“OWW!” She wanted to grab her ass but Erik wasn’t having that.

“Say I’m so sorry daddy.” Erik’s hands weren’t letting up, Callie felt her eyes began to water.

“I-I-I’m so sorry daddy.” He wasn’t convinced. Erik takes three of his fingers, sucks on them slow, before arching her back further, sliding his fingers into her wet pussy in one motion, Callie’s fist hitting the carpet. She attempts to close her legs but NOPE, Erik wasn’t having that shit.

“APOLOGIZE BETTER THAN THAT BABY.” Erik pumps his fingers over her g spot, spreading her wider with his knees, watching the way her body bounced with a need on his fingers.

“Callie, what I say?!”

“IM SORRY!!” Erik’s hand came down on her ass again like a whip, while his three fingers pumped her pussy quick. Callie’s toes curled, and her ass jiggled from how forceful Erik stroked with just his fingers.

“CUM. That’s the only warning I’m giving you.” Erik wasn’t playing with her tonight.

“Mmm” *stroke* “mmm” *Stroke* “mmmmmm” *STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE* It was sweet torture.

Callie’s body bent lower, her cries muffled into her arm as she squirts on her plush carpet.

Without warning, Erik bent down to her pussy, laying her flat against his mouth, his tongue thrashing and lips rubbing all over like a mad man. Callie felt like she was in another dimension the way he ate like a savage. He ate her like he was starved like he hadn’t eaten for months. She could only lay there and cry, and Erik just kept on going, aiming to give her orgasms that would shatter you from the inside out.

“FUCK MY FACE.” Callie began bouncing on his mouth, and everytime her pussy hit his lips, he would suck her up like she was running from him.

“Oooooooooooo I can't take it!”

“Fuck my face like I said, give Daddy that fucking pussy, MY fucking pussy.” She wiggled her pussy on his lips, the suction sooooooo gooooooodddddd it had her lifting from his mouth. This alone earned another thunderous smack to her ass.

“What I tell you to do?!!” His fingers gripped her hips hard.

“Fuck your face.” She shook madly.

“So where that pussy going? fuck-my-mouth-like-I-said-right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well let’s go then I haven’t eaten all day bitch,” Callie whines her hips on his tongue, Erik slowly french kissing her pussy, actual kisses involving the slow sensual movement of your lips, with the surprise of a tongue, and the deep suction of the mouth. That’s what Erik gave her, but with more force.

“HAHA, That's the way you feed a nigga some pussy.” She fought the urge to grip his dreads.

“Yeah, daddy yeahhhhh.” She whimpers repeatedly like a song, her body tensing up as Erik continuously swiped his lips and tongue over her clit. Callie’s arms gave out on her, her body collapsing as her pussy creamed his entire mouth, too weak to jerk let alone moan. She passed out on his mouth, Erik still sucking like she had some left, but her pussy felt like he sucked her dry. He parted her pussy lips, sucking on everything there, flicking his tongue in its wake, causing her to flutter, her belly growing tight. She places her head on her arm, rocking her body back and forth while he did what he came to do FUCK HER UP.

Erik came to give her that torture and now Callie was a moaning mess, her clit so sensitive and the pressure in her belly so tight that she lifts from him frantically, crawling away. Erik growls in anger, his dreads wild in his face. Callie couldn’t even make it to the wall without him slamming her against it, parting her legs, laying flat on his belly while he finished the job. Callies, toes pointed roughly into the carpet, thighs shaking, her hands gripping a handful of his dreads.

“Ima squirt, ima squirt!” She squeezes her eyes shut, the pressure knocking at her hard, and finally gaining access to Erik's mouth as she slid down the wall. She gave silent cries to his assault, finally feeling his lips leave her pussy, but of course, he smacks her there.

Erik’s chest rose and fell rapidly, lips set in a hard line as he removed his bottoms, kicking them off. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his DICK. It was so damn big it made her moan just from the sight.

“Oh don’t worry, you bought to get it now.” Erik picks her up and over his shoulder, guiding her to her room.

“I haven’t heard you cry enough tonight. I’m gonna make you scream from this dick.” Erik kicks open her bedroom door, throwing her down onto the bed watching her body bounce and jiggle.

“If I buss it wide open will you scream for Daddy?” Erik yanks her pillows and covers from her bed, kneeling between her legs. He brings his hand to her wet pussy, smearing the sloppy juices over his hand, and bringing it to his dick.

“If I pound you into this bed will you cry? I really wanna make that ass cry.” Erik pulls her legs back so far she winces, her feet touching her headboard and her knees touching her ears.

Erik leans over her, his dick sliding between her folds, whispering low into her ear, his breath fluttering against it.

“Daddy gonna stretch this pussy.” He whispers so low you have to be still to catch it.

“Daddy gonna beat it up.” Callie taps her toes against the headboard.

“Watch how daddy does it.” Erik lifts, his hands latched to the back of her thighs, his dreads hanging in her face, and his dick slowly sinking into her purposely. Callie frantically shakes her head, pushing at his rock hard chest, the texture of his scaring soft against her fingers. He jerked forward rough, causing her to bounce. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her chest. Erik repeats himself, the sound of smacking flesh hard and rough in her ears, the springs creaking like they begged to break. She shook from the pleasure and pain as her eyes swam with tears and her jaw dropped. Erik went without stopping, Callie no longer differentiating between consciousness and unconsciousness.

“You watching me punish you, look what you got me doing.” Erik drew his lips into his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched and his dimples smiling at her.

“Keep them eyes on me, watch me fuck this pussy up.” She gritted her teeth, nothing left to do except to grip anything. Her eyes observed his dick fucking her while his pupils flared. Callie couldn’t take the way his strong arms held her big thighs open, and the way his thick dick went in and out with a stream of wetness coating it.

The momentum increased times 1000 now, Callie digging her nails into Erik’s shoulders, his big goliath frame pumping her pussy so hard, her body jerked like a fuck doll, a shrill scream escaping her mouth.

“There you go, that’s it. Scream while I’m in the pussy.” There was sure to be a gaping dent in the middle of the mattress the way Erik fucked her, using Callie’s pussy like a punching bag, his stamina insane just as much as that dick.

“I gotta cum!” Callie cries.

“You always gotta cum, ain’t nothing I don’t already know.”

“Daddy it’s right-there!” She screams to the ceiling. Callie’s pussy was THROUGH she couldn’t take anymore.

“Where the fuck is it?!” Erik searches with his eyes, his lip between his teeth while glowering.

“DADDY,” Callie jerks so wild that Erik’s grip on her slips, her liquid pouring on him.

“You getting more of this dick though so BEND OVER.” She couldn’t even move without falling into the mattress, Erik flipping her over, positioning her so that her ass was in the air pointed to the ceiling and her arch was so deep her spine was non-existent. Erik grips her wrists, jerking forward into her cleanly, her head throwing back before falling forward in defeat.

“Say fuck this pussy hard from the back daddy.” Erik jerks slow.

“Daddy-fu-fuck this pussy hard from the back.”

“Where your fucking manners??”

“Fuck-fuck this pussy hard from the back pleassse.”

“GOOD JOB.”

If back shots could kill, Callie would be dead. If getting your back blown out felt like the dick itself fought to claim your soul through your pussy, then Callie would be a shell. Erik fucked like a monster, his dick not only residing in her guts but her damn chest. Callie turned to look at him in the middle of his assault with a tear stained face and a blank gaze, her hair a tangled mess and her lower lip quivering.

“You look lost, something I can help you with??” her ass was a tidal wave as it bounced off his body.

“Slow down daddy.” Callie practically pleaded with this man.

“How old are you?” Erik asked between deep breaths.

“28.”

“So what that make you then? A little girl or a grown woman?”

“A grown w-w-women.”

“So be a grown woman AND TAKE THIS DICK, take it no problem.” Erik lifts one leg, crossing his arms on her back, fucking her as hard as he could go, Callie’s head falling to the mattress, so close to banging on the headboard. Erik noticed her eyes rolling to the tops of her lids, her arms going limp in his.

“I can’t believe this shit, my dick got you passing out!” Erik couldn’t help the triumphant smile on his face, His dick growing sensitive in her pussy he just KNEW he would feed her his cum.

“Whether you’re here with me or not tell me if you feel this nut in this tight SHIT.” Erik groans repeatedly, finally snapping his hips forward rough, his nails dragging over her skin. Callie felt possessed, her pussy like a cream filled doughnut. Her eyes snap open frantically, as Erik jerked himself empty, her arms flailing in his grip. “We don’t run from the dick Callie! Stop acting defiant.” Callie pushes at Erik with her foot, rolling off the bed and running for her bedroom door with a limp in her walk. Erik wanted to yell from how angry she just made him.

“WHEN YOU GONNA ACT YOUR AGE AND TAKE THIS DICK CALLIE?!!!” Erik lifts from the bed, his dick swinging, searching for her with a swing of his head, dreads shaking.

“We playing hide and seek now?” Erik chuckles deep, turning left in her living room finding call standing on the other side of the table with a pleading look and a continuous shake in her thighs.

“The fuck you doing?! Bring that ass over here now!”

“No E! I can’t take it no more the dick is too much! What the fuck You been doing lifting weights with the dick?!” She observed the way his dick stood erect, hard enough to break a damn brick in half.

“That shit just won’t go soft.” She cried like a baby.

His forehead creased in frustration, “when I catch you, I’m fucking you into whatever surface there is. EVERY TIME YOU RUN, it’s just gonna earn you a harder fuck.” Erik jolts left while Callie goes the other way, pausing when Erik makes a quick move to her side. She tried to run but her foot caught on the side of her dining room table chair, causing her to trip and Erik to wrap his big arm around her waist, lifting her naked body up and on the table. The plant in the middle falls over, littering soil on the surface and water. He has her ankles now, pulling on them and finally resting them on his shoulders.

Her eyes were glossy, head shaking as Erik spread her legs again, yanking up her hand and wrapping it around him.

“Put this dick in my pussy.” He instructs. Callie does as she’s told with a shaking hand, her pussy disobeying her advances from how tight and swollen she was.

“Oh so now the dick can’t fit?! It was just in there a minute ago!” Erik starts jerking his hips, the more he jerked, the more his dick would stab into her pussy. Callie’s brows drew together, her back arching as Erik’s stiff dick finally made its way into her pussy again.

“You know what I think?” Erik grips her hips, pulling her body onto his dick like she couldn’t move a muscle.

“I think you like to play like you don’t want me to fuck you. But guess what? I like the chase, the more you do it the more I want it.” His hips snapped forward and the muscles running along his abdomen flexed each time. Callie couldn’t take the sight of this beautiful man fucking her.

“You taking my pussy daddy?!!” Callie’s mind and body seemed to warp to his control. She felt him bring her knees to her ears, angling her body so that each time he pounded, her lower half would meet his thrusts. Callie screams from the deep diving of his dick, causing her to slap him hard across his face, so hard she could see the vein in his neck snap.

“DO THAT SHIT AGAIN.” Erik dated her to, his eyes damn near black, face contorted in fury. Callie slaps him again, the sound compared to the sound of a belt breaking skin. He growls.

“You so mad at Daddy fucking you into this table slap me again! Hit me again right?! Do it bitch since you so sick of me fucking this pussy up!” Callie started to punch at his chest, her hands now yanking hard on his dreads, bringing his head towards hers, his eyes squeezed shut from the tension. Erik stabbed his dick angrily into her, the table scraping against the floor now hitting the wall.

“You mad and I’m taking this pussy AND you can’t run.” He was smug about that. Callie’s walls clench and unclench around his dick then, her tiny hand coming to his throat then.

“YOU JUST LOVE MAKING ME SQUIRT HUH?” She yells. You could hear her wetness building inside of her like Erik was plunging his dick into a body of water repeatedly.

“You love ME making you squirt. Like I told you, I’m taking this pussy and every single squirt and cream with me.” Erik bit down on the hand that tried to choke him, causing her to wrap her legs around his neck, her body shaking like a wave, squirting on this mans dick AGAIN.

She watches as he slips out of her, bringing his mouth to attack her wet pussy.

“You eating it for what though?!!” She cries, her body already going limp from Erik’s tongue.

“Spread that pussy open Callie.”

“No nigga.” She pushes at his big head, but of course, his neck is made of muscle too.

“No? You don’t tell daddy no you tell daddy yes.”

Erik sucks her up so much her liquid began to form around his mouth in bubbles, she had NEVER been this damn wet. She couldn’t control herself, as much as she cried and pleaded her hips rolled over his tongue.

“Fuck you and that mouth!” She could feel it growing in her belly again.

“You love it when I make you cum stop acting brand new!!!” She screams, her pussy squirting on him AGAIN. She almost falls to the floor from the feeling, Erik’s face shining, his lips dripping, his chest and abs glistening. Callie slips from the wet table, backing away from his crazy ass before running to her door. Erik doesn’t move just yet, kissing his teeth in annoyance before looking down at his still erect dick. His conscious begged him to cum again, he had to. Imagine being away for so long with only a memory to beat your meat to and not the real thing. Erik walks into the living room to find Callie unlocking her door, slipping out. He runs like he was doing sprints on a race track, catching her by her hair, closing the door, and lifting her body to the door. There they both stood, naked in the hallway for any of her neighbors to see, and I guess they both got there wish.

“What the HELL is all that noise out here!!” Callie’s neighbor Miss Daniels yanks her apartment door open in one of her house dresses, old titties swinging and shower cap halfway off her head.

Callie didn’t mean to give the old women a heart attack she really didn’t, but the look on her face made it look like she needed medical attention. Erik didn’t even give the lady a glance, his eyes fixated on Callie’s voluptuous body up against that door.

“Miss Daniels go ahead back in he’s not gonna move.” Callie warns the women, watching as she closed the door softly, her eyes popping out her head.

“You catching cardio while I’m tryna get in them GUTS. You got the neighbors watching and shit fuck wrong with you?!” Erik takes his dick again, teasing her tight entrance before sinking back into her so deep her eyes roll cross-eyed. Erik smirks at this, now bouncing Callie on his dick so good and loud everyone in that apartment we’re definitely sure to hear now.

“You gonna run from this good dick again or act right?”

Callie’s lip trembles from the way his head glides along her g spot.

“Act right Daddy.”

“And if you don’t act right, what Daddy gotta do?”

“Punish me further.” She whispers

“Yeah, that’s what daddy gotta do. If you just let me paint them walls again with this nut, I’ll leave you alone for the night.” Erik opens the door, walking into the apartment with Callie still around him, bouncing her slow.

“You still keep that vibrator in your top drawer between your socks?”

Callie couldn’t believe this nigga wanted to use a sex toy on her after already torturing her pussy enough that night.

“Mhm.” That’s all she says, her head falling back and Erik’s lips and teeth latching to her neck. Back into her bedroom that reeked of sex, Erik puts Callie on the bed, walking to her dresser to find her vibrator. She had a few new ones now, pulling out a gspot one that he itches to use. Erik walks back to the bed, flipping Callie up on her side, resting behind her while bringing her leg up and to her shoulder. Erik couldn’t keep his hands from gliding along her wet, sloppy pussy, finally turning on the vibrator and placing it inside her sitting right over her spot.

“Ahh!” She attempts to curl her body up, making Erik dig into her hips, dick twitching as he sinks into her again with a shake of his head in blissful ecstasy, rubbing along her outstretched thigh before gripping a handful of her ass from behind. Erik could feel the vibrator jump along the tip of his dick each time he fucked up into her.

“DAMN, we gotta do this more often. Shit feeling good.” He bites her ear hard, causing her to screech.

“Shit feel amazing right? Say uh huh daddy.”

“Uh huh daddy yess” Callie’s body couldn’t help it, the way he rubbed in her and the way that vibrator glided on her spot had her shaking with pleasure.

“You don’t wanna run no more huh? You tired of running from this dick?”

“Yess.” Erik keeps his eyes on the side of her face, his dick buried deep like he was digging for gold. Callie turns to meet his dark eyes, bringing her mouth to his frantically, letting this man use his cum stained tongue to ravish her mouth. Erik wanted her wider, trying to stretch her body more and more so he could feel the vibrator too. That shit had him going wild, his teeth biting down on her bottom lip and his abs flexing on her back.

“You gonna cum daddy?! You better cum too since you fucking me so much!!” She spoke that through clenched teeth.

“Cum in me deep daddy pleaseee!”Callie asked innocently her hand gripping his face.

“BEG ME.”

“Fuck me good and cum in me deep DADDY! please, please fuck!” Erik trails his eyes down to her pussy, his head falling forward as he roughly fucked up into her, her body jerking and hands pulling at the last bit of sheets on her bed. She couldn’t take it, her head fell back against him and her eyes fluttered shut. Here she was, giving him her final squirt of the night, the most powerful squirt mixed with his thick white cum.

“LET ME CUM IN YOU DEEP.” Erik was frantic.

“So fucking deep you better SUCK ME DRY.” He bangs into her two more times, before shouting a string of curse words to ceiling, the pressure of his dick against that vibrator causing Callie to release herself all over him some more.

Erik slipped out of her slow, his dick throbbing, and the vibrator buzzing madly on the bed. Callie could only lay there, feeling the bed shift behind her from Erik rising to turn off the lights. She felt used and filled, laying in her own juices while Erik draped his heavy ass arm over here in the dark. He gives her cheek a sloppy lick, and then a kiss, snuggling close to her with his dick pressed between her cheeks.

“You off punishment. Get some sleep.” That’s all he says, his nose buried in her had and his breaths evening out into that of quick slumber. All she could hear was his snores in her ears, and all she could see was pitch black. Callie couldn’t help the frustration that began to settle within her.

This nigga then fucked her so good she couldn’t even sleep.

Fuck that jailbird.

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Confessing Wild

Nick Wilde still did not like being in a courtroom. Even now, a year after the academy, and not really being in the courtroom he found himself fidgety. He was currently sitting in the holding room where they put witnesses awaiting their turn on the stand when the prosecution or defense doesn't want them listening to other witness testimony. The long narrow room had two rows of chairs both leaned with their backs to the opposite walls. Maybe his discomfort stemmed from his lack of entertainment. His normally ever-present, ever cheerful partner was in the courtroom. He wasn't worried for her, no one the prosecution had called to be witnesses today had any reason to be worried. Except maybe himself and the vixen on the other end of the room. Zootopia had always been a clinical place for a fox.

The bailiff standing near the door to the main courtroom was a warning to all in the cramped holding space. They most definitely could not talk about what happened to bring them all together. Waiting who knows how long until they had the opportunity to tell the judge and jury what they uncovered six months ago. Leading to quite possibly the biggest scandal in Zootopia since the Bellweather incident.

Nick leaned back in his chair with a yawn. Crossing his arms over his head, closing his eyes and stretching out his legs to cross them at the ankle. There were 3 other mammals in the room with him. All sat on the opposite wall facing the door. Their means of escape.

Two chairs to his left sat a young lamb reading a romantic mystery novel. She was turned away from him and her posture of one leg crossed over the other and shoulders leaned in was an effort to make her already small frame look smaller. She had pushed herself as far away from him and the others as possible. Nick didn't know if it was due to the subject of her book. When they first were escorted into the room the ewe bumped into the door dropping all of her belonging on the ground. Nick, Judy, and the vixen tried to gather everything up and hand it to the frantic female, and Nick so happened to be the one to grab the book from under a chair. The threatening look from the vixen had him swallow the jokes he was going to make. Which would have been his entertainment now with his partner was in the other room.

Directly in front of Nick was his boss. Chief Bogo made no effort to make himself smaller despite the cramped room. The Cape Buffalo was busy playing a game on his phone while intermittently taking calls from the Lieutenant he left in charge of Zootopia Police Department's Precinct 1 for the day and Benjamin Clawhuser, Precinct 1's dispatcher and front desk cheetah. The Lieutenant and Dispatch were not getting along from what Nick could hear in the half conversations he was privy to.

Two seats from Bogo's right sat someone Nick had known longer than anyone in this city save for his own mother. The red vixen sat with her legs in the same position as his own but her arms were holding her phone which she had been typing on most of the time they had been in this room, her emerald eyes focused on the screen in front of her.

If both foxes were walking down the street together most animals who passed them would only see two red foxes and not think anymore, unless they were pray then 9 times out of 10 they would cross the street away from the shifty preditors. They would not see that both Nick and this female had the same piercing green eyes. They would also not see the minute differences between them either. Nick, like most males of any given species, has a brighter coat then the vixen's. His held more orange compared to her strawberry-like coloring. His ears and tail are tipped with black, hers white. In fact, the vixen's fur heald more white than the average red fox but Nick always assumed that was due to her mother being an arctic fox.

The exasperated sigh caused Nick to open his eyes and look the vixen's way.

"That frustrating hu?" He said trying to muffle a chuckle.

"I sware public education is turning out more helpless freshmen every year," she said closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall. Her phone left in one hand down on her lap.

"You could always stop teaching." Said the Buffalo. As he turned his phone to the side. His tongue was sticking out of his muzzle and a look of excited concentration told Nick his boss was playing the racing game that almost every officer in the station had downloaded. He saw the same look on his best buddy's faces during morning coffee break more times then he could count. Granted the Buffalo could not wag his tail like the timber wolf could.

Ignoring Bogo completely the female fox made eye contact with Nick and illiterate, "I left my students with a simple take-home assignment since I could not find a Student-Teacher to cover my class, and I have an email box full of the dumbest questions. Does no one do their summer reading assignments anymore?"

Nick busted out laughing, unable to contain himself of his amusement at the ridiculous question. He knew the vixen was 100% serious in her annoyance. At least the Lamb at the other side of the room looked interested in the conversation.

"Oh, Professor I can attest as a former student of yours the answer is no" the sheep bayed.

But before they could all continue to mock the vixen the door opened and hopping in was the light of Nick Wilde's life.

NO Wilde. Partner, friend. That's it, put back on the hustle.

The internal monologue he had to repeat several times a day kicked in before Judy Hopps saw him. He calmed his face to show a half-smile just in time for the first bunny cop's violet eyes to look his way with a warm smile, she turned away from Nick and her smile faded to show more sympathy to the vixen.

"They're calling you next Amie." Judy said her hands bunched up in front of her and ears down.

The vixen stood and smoothed her navy pencil skirt before tugging the matching blazer in place, ears erect on the top of her head. Bogo and the sheep's eyes passed between her and Nick and he knew they were all thinking the same thing. If the prosecution wasn't calling Nick right after his partner then they weren't going to call him at all and hope the defense doesn't notice the 2 foxes with the same name.

Amie walked into the quiet courtroom and didn't waste the sideways glace to check out the gally as she headed to the witness stand. It was certainly filled with reporters trying to get the scoop on the newest "Trial of the Century". She buried the regret that started to bubble for deciding to wear the form-fitting navy suit and not a white lab coat once she saw the todd in the jury box directly in front of her stair her up and down. She sighed internally and pushed her glasses up her muzzle as she reached the bailiff that would swear her in. Once under oath, she climbed the two stairs to the witness stand and gracefully sat to face the prosecutor who stood from behind his table and sauntered in her direction. The Bloodhound buttoned his suit jacket before lifting his eyes to her and asked his first question.

"Please state your full name, title, and occupation for the jury."

"Doctor Amelia Natalie Wilde, I am a professor of Forensic Sciences at Zootopia College and University." As Amie spoke she leaned toward the microphone on the edge of the witness stand.

"What degrees in relation to this case do you hold Doctor?"

She suppressed the chuckle from how painstakingly the questions was worded and instead decided to rattle off the previously approved list as quickly and clearly as possible. In the witness prep she did with the bloodhound they focused on how to not bore the jury by going though her whole educational background but also impress upon them her abilities.

"I have a bachelor's in Forensic Science, a Masters's, and a Doctorate of Forensic Toxicology. I also recently completed a Masters Certificat in Criminal Justice Administration." Emerald eyes passed over the 12 mammals in the jury box. She knew exactly which parts of her education made her not only the perfect expert witness in the case but also why she was asked to do what she did for the ZPD six months ago.

She was sure once the Prosecutor was felt the jury could trust her education he then had to jump the hurdle of proving she was contacted because she was the best option not currently working in the department and not her relation to one of the investigating officers. Hopefully, that relation would not come up.

"Very impressive," the prosecutor's pause was thick in the air leading Amie to look out at the audience to see more than one skeptical face, "do you have a specialty in regards to toxicology, Doctor Wilde?"

Zootopia was not used to foxes with extensive degrees. It happened but rarely in criminal justice. Nick just got on the ZPD force barely a year ago and that would have been a media nightmare if Judy hadn't made sure to highlight how much he helped her with the Nigh Howler attacks. Even as a hero in the city his hiring came with plenty of push back.

"Objection" the defense, a hyena, hackled.

"Under what grounds?" The judge's eyes narrowed on the laughing canine.

"The prosecutor has made it quite clear the Doctor has an impressive education."

The bloodhound turned to the bench and placing on his most innocent face possible "This will be the last question to the doctor's capabilities your honer."

"I will allow it, but this better be the last one, or the female will start to sound like she is bosting. You may answer the question Doctor." The judge, a male koala said with a pass of his hand. Amie clicked her teeth to herself and sat up straighter before answering.

"I am able to identify the most popularly used narcotics on sight" Amie said after she turned from the judge back to the prosecutor.

"Would this ability of yours ever be used in substitute for testing a possible illegal drug sample in a criminal forensics lab?" The Prosecutor's eye went wide. The game had finally begun.

"No."

"Would you ever encourage your students to not test possible evidence in a criminal case because proper toxicology reports are expensive to the ZPD?" With more than little theatrics, the representation of the people turned and walked towards the jury box as he asked this question.

"No."

"And Doctor, If a recently graduated student of yours came to you with knowledge of a high ranking individual in the ZPD Criminal Forensics lab refusing to test evidence; sighting your unusual talent and the price of constantly testing multiple samples, what would you tell that former student to do?" the twist towards her put him directly in front of the jury. As she looked at him she could see their faces. He had them hooked. Now to deliver.

"I would inform that student they needed to report their superior for criminal misconduct." Green eyes meet the heated amber of the hounds and she knew he wasn't going to leave it to her word.

Assistant District Attorney Anthony Roolf crossed the courtroom in seconds to the evidence table and lifted a bag off of it. He read the evidence number off of the bag and walked steadily closer to Amie on the witness stand.

"Doctor Wilde do you recognize this document?" he gently laid the unbagged paper in front of her.

She picked it up and read a few lines to herself. "Yes, it is a print out of an email exchange between myself and Miss. Woolard."

"And what was the context of this conversation?" Roolf pointed to the paper.

"Miss. Woolard, after graduating from ZCU with a Masters in Forensics was working at the ZPD forensic lab in Savanah Central. She had noticed her superior, the head of the lab Mr. Mustelidae" Amie gestured toward the defense table, "excepting evidence. Marking it was tested with the findings of containing illegal narcotics, and then delivering that finding to the Police without ever testing the sample for its true chemical contents."

"OBJECTION!!! The witness is testifying to hearsay!" The hyena practically jumped across the defense table to get to the judge.

The judge slammed his gavel once in warning to the defense before turning eyes to Roolf.

"Doctor Wild is not testifying to hearsay, she is stating the start of the timeline of events that lead up to Mr. Mustelidae's arrest. Without the Doctor receiving this email the injustice occurring in Savanah Central Criminal Forensics Lab may have never come to light."

"I agree." said the irritated marsupial. "Another outburst like that from you Mr. Banzai and I will though you out of my courtroom." Shaking his gavel in the defense's direction.

"Yes sir." The hyena said as he sank back in his chair.

No more of ADA Roolf's questions to Amie were objected too and the questioning continued. Amie described how she knew Miss Woolard from teaching her in several classes and how she responded to the initial email. Insisting the young sheep report the badger who was destroying the sanctity of the criminal justice system. She did not know what transpired after her correspondence with the former student and before Chief Bogo walked into her office with a newly promoted police patrolmammel Wilde, but she did know that once the Cape Buffalo approached her she was going to be dragged into the mess whether she wanted to or not.

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Six Months Earlier

Amie was sitting at the professor's desk in an empty classroom grading papers with her headphones in her ears. Her body swayed with the music as she underlined and x'ed papers with a red pen. She was obviously focused on her work to the point Nick wished he wasn't in uniform carrying heavy ZPD equipment standing next to Chief Bogo. He was missing a prim scaring the pants off of the vixen moment. Instead, Chief Bogo cleared his throat loudly. She didn't even stop swaying.

"Ah, yeah boss let me try." after Bogo grunted his approval. Nick put down the equipment and picked up a balled-up piece of paper that didn't make it into the wastebasket. He then expertly pitched it at the vixen's face like the little league superstar he was. It made contact with its intended target. Amie's face reacted instantly as the paper landed in her hands after toppling her glasses and causing an earbud to fall out of her ear. She turned to Nick and Bogo gasping at the insult. She made eye contact with Nick first.

"Why you little. . ." She threw the paperback at Nick. "That is not how you say 'hay I came for an unexpected visit' twerp." Nick caught the paper as it started to sink in front of him a few inches short of his chest. Bogo cleared his throat again causing her to leave her revenge and acknowledge the Chief of ZPD Precinct 1 was addressing her. "I am sorry Doctor this is not a personal call." Nick saw her shoulders slump as she took the males in. Nick realized it was the first time she had seen him in his duty uniform.

"How can I help you, officers?" Amie suddenly sounded more professional then Nick ever heard her, and he watched her present her dissertation.

"Doctor I would like to have a piece of evidence tested on camera," Bogo said gesturing to the film equipment near Nick's feet. Amie's eyes narrowed on Nick and he gave a light shrug. Why Bogo wanted her to do it was plain. She was the best Toxicolgest at the university. Why he dragged Nick across the city to the university to have an expert unconnected to the ZPD test the sample Nick knew but it was an open investigation so could not share with one of the few mammals he trusted with his life.

"I'll have to cancel my 7 o'clock class" Amie clicked away on her phone presumably emailing her students the change in plans. "It will take several hours for the results." She peered out from the side of her eye at the males still in the doorway of the classroom. Bogo lifted an eyebrow but only said "That will be fine."

Nick and the Cheif only arrived on campus at 5 pm and had to stop in with the Campus precinct before locating Amie. It was now 5:45 in the evening. As they left the classroom they found the vixen in she left a note on the Whiteboard.

Doctor Wilde's 6pm lecture canceled. Online discussions still due tonight!!!

Tonight was underlined 3 times, and Nick wondered how many co-eds will complain they didn't know the assignment wasn't pushed back. The three mammals walked down the hall to the elevator and took it down two levels to a floor of just laboratories. Nick tried not to remember his freshman chemistry class that was on this floor but when the old walrus that taught the class passed them he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hay didn't I light that guys lab coat on fire 7 years ago?" Nick asked once he was out of earshot.

"Yes, and he won't let me live it down. Any time the science department plans a school-wide event he makes sure to say I'm not to go near a bunsen burner." Amie said giving Nick a dirty look. Bogo seamed confused for only a second. Then mumbled under his breath. "So you are related."

Amie stopped in front of a door where though the tinny window near the top only darkness greeted them. Above that door forensics lab, 1 was engraved. She turned the lights on as she strolled in and placed the bag she was carrying on the desk meant for the professors. Nick placed the digital camera case and tripod on the ground next to it and Bogo walked around and whistled.

"No wonder we can't hire you. You have all the shine toys right hear." Bogo said while stopping in front of a piece of machinery Nick couldn't even guess at what it does.

"What do you mean? Most of this stuff is a decade old?"

At Amie's words, Nick and Bogo exchanged a look that could only be described as telling. If Amie noticed it while putting on her lab coat she didn't say anything. She taped a piece of paper to the 2 doors of the lab and locked them. Nick figured they said something similar to the note left on the whiteboard in the classroom, and that she locked the doors because most mammals don't read signs. Working in traffic for the past few months solidified that as a fact in Nick's mind for good.

"What do we got?" Nick watched the Cape Buffalo hand the evidence bag to Amie and he started setting up the tripod. She looked at it briefly before handing it back and started sliding around the lab, turning on machinery and setting up equipment in an almost dance performed by someone who knew where everything they needed was and when they would need it.

The camera was rolling in no time and Bogo handed the bag back to Amie after she identified herself for the camera and he himself. She then described the bag as a ZPD evidence bag read off the case number and that it was initially collected by Officer Nicolas P. Wilde and then tested by an Edger Mustelidae, found to be over two grams of pure cocaine. After saying that out loud Amie looked up from the front of the bag and made direct eye contact with Nick. Her face had a professional what the fuck look to it. Nick again shrugged. Amie clicked her teeth and flipped the bag over in her hands to describe the first evidence seal on the bag had not been cut as it should have been by procedure. Instead, the bag according to her appeared to have been ripped open on the side. This time she looked at Bogo, who just nodded.

She did confirm the yellow evidence tape meant to reseal it was covering the possible hole before cutting into the red tape Nick put on the bag that morning before taking it to the Savannah Central lab. Inside of the bag was another much smaller plastic bag with a zip-top. It was as full of a yet to be determined white powder as it was this morning. Amie emptied the contents of the baggie into a small metal bowl and weighed it. Nick zoomed in on the scales readout as Amie read it out loud.

The vixen continued to her examination of the contents of the baggie. Including putting a small sample of if under a microscope before putting some in a test tube with a soluble solution and running it thought the Mass Spectrometer. As the three waited for the computer to finish analyzing Nick, Bogo, and Amie chatted. Mostly Bogo tried to convince Amie to take a position with the ZPD lab and Amie tried to make fun of Nick's uniform. As a patrolmammel he was wearing the same uniform Judy did. Once they became Corporals or higher they would ware the dress blues to work. Like what he wore to his graduation. Nick knew she knew that, but it didn't stop her from teasing.

"Wheres Judy anyway?" Amie finally asked Nick.

"She went to Bunny Burrow to visit her folks." Nick said not giving the Doctor eye contact. The vixen knew from the moment he got off the graduation stage at the academy he had a crush on the bunny, but he did not want her to know how far he let his feeling go. She knew him better than anyone and instead of pushing the subject she just started to hum. The same song she hummed at the picnic his mother brought for after the graduation. Judy and Nick's mom thought the song choice was related to being a cop would give Nick the opportunity to make the world better when the other females commented on the tune.

The computer's chime brought Nick out of his thoughts and had Amie pushing off in her rolly chair to the screen. "Well, it's not coke. Boys" Amie clicked on the mouse twice and started to roll back to the 2 police officers. Midroll she grabbed a freshly printed page off the printer and presented it to Bogo. Nick was already standing and bringing the camera which they left recording to zoom in over Bogo's shoulder. "Corn Starch, Talc, Magnesium, Silicon, and a bunch of other things but what it boils down to is Baby powder. I can't say brand yet, but I could by tomorrow if I downloaded the composition into the product database." Amie stated smugly.

"No need Doctor. Can you email this to me?" Bogo said standing and giving a good stretch.

"Yes, I can Cheif. It was nice working with you." Amie said shaking paws with the buffalo. Amie resealed the evidence with the ZCU evidence tape and handed the bag back to the chief after signing it, and started cleaning up what was left out. Most of what the Doctor used had already been cleaned and put back while they waited on the mass spec.

"Come on Wild. I'll give you a ride back to the precinct." Chie Bogo yawned and looked at his watch. "My wife is going to kill me."

"If you don't mind Chief I'll take the train in the morning. I think I want to grab some bad Chinese food with the Doc." Nick said. Bogo shrugged. Nick's day off was tomorrow so it didn't matter to his boss what he did that night.

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Present Day

"Doctor Amelia Wilde." The hyena rolled her name over his tong "You wouldn't happen to be related to Officer Nicolas Wilde of the ZPD? The very officer who investigated the allegations your student Miss Woolard place on my client."

Amie was not surprised by the question. If the defense attorney was worth anything he would need to ask that question.

"Yes, I am related to Officer Nicolas Wilde."

"How?" He smirked as he leaned in close to Amie.

"Our fathers were brothers. We are first cousins." Amie did not mention Nick was the closest thing to a little brother she would ever have or that they were very close as kitts.

Banzai started himself on a roll and he wasn't going to stop until Amie's credibility was shredded.

Don't give them an inch honey.

Amie's mother's voice in her country accent said in her mind.

Or they will take a mile.

Amie put on her best nonchalant face and peered at the cackling hyena through hooded bored eyes.

"You said earlier Doctor that you have the ability to tell "the most popularly used narcotics on sight" is that right?" He asked quoting her own words.

"Yes."

"What narcotics are you referring to in this statement?"

"Powdered cocaine, Nepeta cataria or catnip dried or leaf, and heroin from anywhere from liquid to crack." A female somewhere in the room gasped. "Oh, you do not get to turn the tables on me." Amie thought as she tried not to grind her teeth and struggled to keep her face the picture of professional disinterest.

"How did you acquire such a skill?" Every tooth in the Hyenia's head was visible.

Amie wondered if the hyena was banking on her pleading the 5th and thus discrediting her entire account. Instead, she clicked her teeth, sat back in her chair, and looked up at the defense.

"A professor in my doctorate studies would not sign off on your degree unless you can properly identify three illegal substances on sight. I identified every substance he placed on the table during my final exam. There were 5. One of them was lemongrass. I repeat this test as extra credit to my master's students." She watched Banzai's face fall as he moves away from her as if her words burned.

"No more questions for the witness." The defense said and sat down in his chair.

Mustelidae tried to whisper in his defense's ear probably trying to figure out what just happened. As Amie came down from the witness stand she gave a light smile to the jury. What she saw told her two things about the trial going forward. The jury believed her, and Nick was going to be called to the stand by the defense.

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Nick was surprised by how long his cousin was out of the room and started to really worry. He didn't know when he got up to start pacing the room, or when Judy's nose started to twitch but combined with Bogo no longer playing his game just answering calls and watching the clock with ears down pressed by his head. Had Nick feel dread climbing up his throat ready to explode when the door finally opened. "Aims! Straight Aim talk to me!" Nick pleaded, calling her by the nickname only he used. The vixen passed him in a daze, ears down tail dragging behind her, she spilled in the chair directly in front of the door as it closed.

"That bad?" The chief asked looking at the door and swallowing hard.

"No, it went rather well actually." She said sitting up straighter ears perking up. "I just really need a beer"

Nick burst out into laughter. "Well good thing I know a place."

#zootopia #nickwilde #judy hopps #zpd #zootopia police

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boulbilehibot · 5 years ago

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Hard night.

( I apologize in advance, english is not my maternal language( sorry for the conjugation and awkward vocabulary!) , and it's my first... Fanfic?But I wanted to participate! :D hope some of you will enjoy!)

It was already pretty late that night. They had just return to Hogwarts after the summer cut. The marauders had gone to bed. Belly full. Exited to begin their new year.

A sound of thunder wake up Remus.

In the shining light of the moon, he could see that Sirius was out of is bed. Curtains open, leaving a view on his empty, and messy bed.

Remus knows that is friend was having hard time at home. And when they return to school, he need a time to adapt and retrieve his habitual joy.

He also know that Sirius is probably out with James's cloak.

- "I Sollemny sware that i'm up to no good" Remus whisper, with tired eyes ,over the parchment.

-"He's here... What the hell is he doing in the park?...

Remus put on his shoes and a coat and leave the room quietly.

Sirius doesn't move on the map, yet he doesn't see him as he arrive to is level.

Remus try to put his own name on top of Sirius's one on the map.

He's almost on it when he see an hand llying on the grass.

Carefully, he move his hand forward, and remove the tissue from Sirius body.

-"Fuck! "

He take less than a second to kneel by is friend, but it feels like an eternity where he notices:

Sirius eyes are closed and he got trails of his dried tears on his cheeks,

Who are thinner than usual and he can see from is shirt raised to is ribs that he's best friend is only flesh and bones;

Sirius lips are white/blue and his face, pale as paper;

Their is bruises on is chest, torso, back, arms;

But he is breathing... And shivering.

His breathing is fast and shallow.

... Why the fuck didn't he noticed any of this sooner?!

- "Hey, hey, hey, I got you buddy... "He whisper with a deep and wet voice as he carefully take the top of Sirius in is arms.

With one hand, Remus shake gently Sirius's cheek then shoulder.

-"Padfoot.... Pads... C'mon wake up... Sirius?!" He finish, his voice raising with his panic, seeing Sirius unresponsive.

-"Re... Hi." Expired Sirius With irritated voice. Eyes slowly blinking, befor weakly opening.

- "Oh pads... You scared me so freaking much! Are you ok? "

He cursed himself to dare ask this question to is friend that he had found unconscious on the cold, wet grass a minute ago.

-"Ye-yes. Sirius manages to whisper. What- What's happened?... He was shivering violently, teeth rattling . "

- "Well you tell me Pads...I found you lying here under the cloak... What's all that bruises and cuts?... "

Sirius looked away. Remus got the message.

-"C'mon, you freezing. Let's warm you up. Can you walk? "

Sirius nodded. He tried to push himself up, helped by Remus. But he was barely standing and instantly collapse on Remus.

-Gat you. It's ok Pads... Remus said softly as he catches him up by the Waist and passes his arm around his neck.

Sirius tried to swallow a sob. Only to explode in tears and cries.

-'m I'm such-a fa- a failure. Look at that. Can-can't even walk - by - by myself. She's right.

Last words chocked in is throat. But Remus understand what he had said only too well.

- ush now... Shhh, he kissed is forehead before going on

-... Sirius... You can't walk 'cause you have been starved and beaten and god knows what for weeks.

Sirius knees let go and he let all his weight fall on Remus shoulder.

-My fault. He blowned, barely audible.

Remus had put is other arm under Sirius knees and was now caring him, bridal style, to the castle. Sirius crying on the crack of is shoulder. Body limp and shaken with the spasms of is sobbing.

- "No, it's not! They can try to maltreat the Sorting hat if they're unhappy with your house! You are such a good guy padfoot... The kindest. You help me over and over, so many times. Being good IS good...You don't deserve that! Do you get it?! "

-"hmm, Sirius hummed. I'm c-cold... Is eyes closed

-"Don't worry, I'm taking care of you. A quick bath in the perfect bathroom, a piece of cake, and a good night and day of sleep. How does it sounds? "

- "Good, re'lly good... You never want me in this bathroom... " Sirius say has he's eyes closed slowly.

-"No. I don't want us to get throw out of Hogwarts. Not the same." He smiled gently

. "But here and now, the only thing that I care of, is you", he thought.

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Remus had succeed to carry his armed friend to the prefect bathroom. Sirius switching conscious/unconscious until Remus begin to remove his clothes.

-"wht'p'ning?R you doin'? "He seemed totally lost but stop fighting as soon as he heard is friend say:

-"Hey, it's me. We are going to take you in a nice, warm, bubbly bath and then, I put you to bed . Is it still ok? "

-"k'. "Sirius whispered, a weak smile cracking on is face.

Once the werewolf had finely took off the wet and cold cloths( difficult task as the animagus was totally wasn't helping).

He carry Sirius on the gigantic bathtub.

Taking his friend under his back and neck, he let is friend sink quietly and only support his head out of water.

Body nicely enveloped in the hot water.

The boy was half asleep on Remus arms, and still, his muscles was so strained...

What the hell did Sirius had been through this time?

- "Can you... Talk?... "Asked weakly Sirius. Not even bothering opening his eyes.

-"Can I-? About what?" He interogates tenderly.

-"Donno... Whatever you wan..."

-"Yes, of course." Remus smiled gently.

And so he started Narrate all the things he could think of before telling him some fairy tails of is childhood.

Sirius was slowly relaxing on the soft voice. Totally trusting is friend's grisp. Color coming back on is face as he warmed up.

Sirius had fallen asleep. Arms and legs floating freely on the warm water. His head heavily inked in the werewolf hands.

Remus let is friend take some real rest for half an hour.

Twiddling is hair; Looking at is relax face. They never hurt is face. A son beaten wasn't really the reflection of a good and pure family...

He detailed Sirius body . He had some hematomas all over. Traces of fist, feet, belt, cuts...everywhere...everyehere a wizard's robe would cover up.

He felt so sorry, so powerless, angry and guilty for having fun this evening, not taking the measure of his best friend condition.

He needed Sirius to eat something, he barely touched is plate earlier and he was so thin... Not in a good way....

-"Hey budy... Wake up. Time to eat a little and sleep...in a bed." He was softly moving Sirius's body in the water.

This one blench heavily. Head going under the water as Remus, surprised, hadn't the time to catch him.

Remus took him under the armpits and raised him over the surface.

He literally looked like a lost, wet puppy. Looking at him with incomprehension.

-"Sorry Sirius! Didn't mean to frighten you! "

Sirius stand up, scrubbing is eyes.

-" 't's okay... What are we doing here?" Asked Sirius after noticing were he was.

He seemed more awake and alert than Remus had seen him since he had find him.

-"What do you remember?" Asked Remus.

-"Gone out for a stroll and fall... I think. "

-"Damn, that's a lot of explanation to do then. "

He explain to him what had just happen as he helped him out of the water.

-"And you didn't think about bringing warm clothes? You disappoint me Monny." Quipped Sirius to play down what Remus had just tolled him.

Remus gently wrapped him up in his coat and the cloak with a soft smile. Sirius try to walk to the door. Unsteady steps after unsteady steps.

-"Gonna carry you on my back. Come on." He said as he lawer himself down in front of is friend.

The animagus hesitated. He really didn't want to disturb his best friend even more.

Remus advanced to him and pick is frail body to is arms, bridal style once more.

-"Hey!" Sirius rebelled weakly." It's hurts... "

he put him back down

-"Sorry! Where? Ribs?... "

-"Yes." Sirius nod has he was putting his hand over his floating ribs, without touching them.

Remus take is wand and exerced the spell that he had seen Sirius do to him after a full moon.

-Better? Remus asked.

-Yeah... Sorry to bothering you Re'... Sorry.

-"Stop it, will you? We are friends, aren't we? Now come here." Remus said has he was carry him again.

He didn't struggle this time and put his head at rest on of his friends. Remus holding him firmly.

They were back in the dormitory in no time. Sitting on Remus bed.

-"Not hungry... Stomach hurt... Sorry. " Said Sirius guilt in his voice has he was refusing a cookie that Remus's mom made.

-"Stop apologizes... Lord, now I get why you always tell me that! None of this is your fault so I don't need you to apologize... Need you to get better...'kay'? "

-" 'kay." Respond Sirius with an honest smile. Cheeks blushing a little.

-"At least put this on your mouth and let it melt. You doesn't even have to chew." Remus told him, tending some chocolates.

-"Thanks Moony..." He opened his mouth.

Remus smiled, cut 3 square and put them gently on is friend tongue. He wait and did it again. To the third proposal, Sirius shook is head tu refuse.

-"Alright then, time to sleep." Remus said has he gently guide Sirius back on his bed.

-"Don't... Don't wanna sleep alone... "

-"I know. We are in my bed... "Remus said has he pulled the curtains around them. He lied down next to his friend. Softly brushing and twiddling his hair

-"Now close your pretty eyes and get some sleep. You need to rest..."

"And so do I" He add, has Sirius had already fallen asleep. A sweet smile on his face.

#wolfstar fluff #harry styles fluff #potter whump #wolfstar #whump #fluffy fluffy friendship #sorry but you inspired me guys!#fluff #bathing #cold

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hamilton-one-shots · 6 years ago

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Hamilton High School AU 52

Alexander sighed and plopped down beside John on the couch as they arrived at his apartment.

"Are you alright?"

"I don't want to deal with Thomas..."

"I'll be just in my room. I promise you'll be fine."

Alexander nodded and buried his face in his chest. "This week sucked.."

"Why don't we skip tomorrow? I'll treat you to another date, if you're up for it."

"... Last time we had a date, you almost broke up with me the next day."

"That's not going to happen, I promise." He kissed his head. "We can go to the movies and a museum and wherever else you want to go."

"Can we get our costumes for the dance?.."

"Yeah." He smiled.

Alexander sat up and kissed him. "Okay.."

John kissed back and held Alexander close, staying like that with him for the next hour and a half.

By then, Alexander grabbed his phone and checked the time. Did drama really take that long? He decided to text Thomas, just to be safe. [Dnt 4gt 2 cum 2 John's plas]

He got a reply almost immediately, but it wasn't one he expected. [... Do what at John's? xx]

[dnt b gros]

[I'm on my way, I'm just getting Lucy. xx]

Alexander sighed. "Jefferson's on his way.."

John nodded and kissed his head. "Let's go get Susan, then."

"You go.. I'll get ready to deal with him.."

"Okay." He got up and left, coming back with Susan in his arms a minute later.

She hopped to the ground and went over to Alexander, pulling herself up into the couch in front of him. "Hi."

"Hi." He smiled.

"Johnny says I'm meeting a new friend!"

"Yeah, you are.."

She smiled and ran off to John's room, Thomas buzzing in soon after.

John buzzed him in and opened the door for him, Lucy hugging his legs as tightly as ever.

"Hi, Johnny!"

"Hi Lucy." He picked her up and smiled.

"Do I really have to share you today?.."

He nodded.

"I don't want to.." She buried her face in his shoulder. "You're my friend..."

"I know, but I'm her friend too. Maybe you'll like her, okay?"

"No.."

John sighed. "Let's just try, okay?"

She didn't respond and John realized that this was not about to be easy.

Thomas rubbed her back. "Be nice for Johnny, okay? Otherwise, I won't bring you next time."

She pouted and nodded, John carrying her back to his room. "This is your house?.."

"It's my apartment, yeah."

"Where's the rest of it?"

"This is the whole apartment."

"That's it?"

He chuckled. "Well, it's just me here most of the time." He took her into his room and set her down beside Susan, who was coloring, and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a second. Be nice, okay?"

Lucy pouted, but nodded.

John went back to the living room just as Thomas sat down with Alexander. "I'll just be in the next room. I'd better not hear you two fighting. If either of you starts a fight, I won't hesitate to make you leave. Understood?"

They both nodded. John may have been treating them like kids, but maybe it was necessary.

"Good." He smiled and went back to his room just in time to hear Susan crying. He walked back faster and found Lucy coloring in her book. He picked up Susan and rocked her as he sat down beside Lucy. "Isn't that Susan's coloring book?.."

"I wanted to show her how to color right. She was coloring all wrong, see?" She flipped the page and showed John the fully colored picture that she'd scratched out.

He frowned. "That's not nice, Lucy. There's no one right way to color."

"But she's not doing it right!" she whined.

"She's coloring her way. She's only a baby, she's still learning."

Lucy pouted. She was definitely Thomas's sister. It was obvious that she had good, albeit self-serving, intentions, but she was going about it the wrong way.

"Did you ask to color?"

"I wanted to show her! She shouldn't be crying.."

"You took it from her and the picture she colored looked nice. Why don't you ask if you can use it and tell her why you want to?"

"But.. But... It's not fair! I wanted to help her!"

"I know that, but you have to tell Susan. She loves her coloring book because I made it for her."

She frowned. "Why don't I have one?!"

"Because I didn't know if I'd be able to give it to you. I'll make you one right now if you promise to play nice with Susan."

She pouted, but nodded. "Okay... Can I help you color, Susan?.."

She sniffled as she finished crying and looked at Lucy, nodding. "Okay..."

John smiled and cleaned her face, then put her down. "There. Isn't that better?"

Lucy nodded. "Yeah.."

He sat up on his bed and watched as they colored, sketching out a coloring book for Lucy as they played.

Thomas watched from the door from the second that he heard Lucy getting herself into trouble and smiled at the sight. John was one of the few people she'd actually listen to and it was nice to see him dealing with kids. It was sweet. He went back to the living room once John got them situated and sat with Alexander, both reluctantly working together.

They managed to get a few things done without arguing, but what would the pair be without bickering over a few petty points? The only things that was able to stop their bickering was when John came out from his room with two small children following him into the kitchen. Both boys felt their heart melt at the sweet sight and they were able to silence their arguing, resorting to just mouthing and typing insults to each other with only the occasional whispered curse.

John went into the kitchen and let the girls watch and help him cook lasagna, glad to see that they were starting to get along. While it cooked, they went back to John's room and colored again, John still drawing. When it was finished, John went back and pulled the dish out of the oven, letting it cool before serving it on plates. He even cut Thomas and Alexander a piece, taking their plates to them.

Thomas smiled. "You always were good at cooking, especially for someone so addicted to pizza."

John chuckled. "Thanks." He kissed Alexander's cheek before walking back to the kitchen and taking plates back to his room for himself and the girls.

Thomas picked up his plate and began eating, noticing that Alexander just picked at his own. "What's up with you?"

"Not hungry."

"You should eat. It's good."

"I'll eat when I'm ready."

"Well, we need to take a break, then just get back to it."

Alexander tutted.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He kept eating. Arguing like that wasn't worth it.

After eating, John began watching movies with the girls on top of a few piled blankets and pillows on the floor, mainly Disney movies, and hardly even noticed that he'd fallen asleep until he woke up hours later to Lucy wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

He carefully pried her arms off and got up, taking their empty plates to the sink and making sure that World War III hadn't broken out in his living room. What he found was quite the opposite and made him smile. "Aww.."

Thomas and Alexander had fallen asleep as well and were leaning against each other, Thomas's arm around Alexander's shoulders and Alexander's head against his side. They were practically cuddling.

After putting the plates in the sink and going back for theirs, John draped a blanket over Thomas and Alexander before going back to his room and going back to sleep.

In the morning, he woke up to his phone blowing up with texts from Alexander.

[JON] [JHON] [FUCK] [HLEP] [SHIT] [IM W/ JEFRESON] [HES OHLDING ME] [WAT DO I DO]

John chuckled and got up, deciding to let this play out. It was funny. Alexander hadn't even tried to wake up Thomas, he just let him sleep at the time. So, he carefully picked up Susan and covered Lucy, taking her back to Maria for daycare.

Alexander perked up a bit when he heard John shifting around from the other room and smiled as he came into view... Before it dropped into shock as he just walked past him. "John! John!" he whispered as he walked out. He grumbled and waited for him to come back, leaning up as he came back.

John smiled. "You two are cute when you're not fighting." He walked back to his room with a grin.

That stupid grin. John knew what he was doing. "John!" Alexander whined, trying to escape Thomas's grip, only for him to hold him tighter. He tried texting John again. [cOME BAK] [WAT TH FUCKJOHN] [HELP ME I SWARE 2 GOD] [U R THE WORST PERSN] [UGGHHHHHH] There was no response, John just left him on 'read.' He groaned and accepted his fate, going back to sleep for a few minutes.

Thomas woke up then, tutting as he looked down at Alexander. "Ew," he muttered as he pushed him to the floor.

"Ow!" he complained as he was forced awake.

"Do I look like a bed to you?"

"I tried to wake you up earlier, but you couldn't hear me over your disgusting snoring."

"How dare you, you intolerable-"

"Hey!" John interrupted. "Both of you were cuddled up against each other, so cut the arguing."

"I'd never want to come near him," Alexander snapped.

John shook his head and pulled out his phone, showing them pictures that he'd taken of the two undoubtedly cuddling. "You two were just so adorable, I couldn't resist," he shrugged before heading to the kitchen, both boys in pursuit of the god awful pictures.

"Sunshine, honey, you don't want that silly picture... If you wanted a photo of me, all you'd need to do was ask."

Alexander rolled his eyes. "Nobody wants a photo of /your/ sorry ass." He turned to John. "John, if you love me, you'll get rid of that phot-"

"Oh, now you're going to play /that/ card?" Thomas snapped, leaning over Alexander. "How pathetic..."

"You really should stop talking to your reflection, Jeffershit."

"Jeffershit? Is that the best you can do, Hoemilton?"

John rolled his eyes. "I'd knock it off, if I were you. If you guys fight, I will post these pictures."

They both backed down a bit.

"Good. Lucy is just in the other room. You have to take her to school, Thomas."

Thomas tutted and nodded. "Okay.. Do you want to come along? I want to take you somewhere."

"You're not taking my boyfriend anywhere, especially not today."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "If he dumps your sorry ass, that won't be on me. If you're that insecure that you can't let him hang out with someone else, that's your problem."

Alexander glared after a few seconds, unable to think of a witty reply. Or any reply.

John sighed and frowned. "I'll just be a bit, okay?.. Then you and I can spend the rest of the day together, I promise.."

How could Alexander turn him down? He had to trust him more. And he had to stop hurting him. "Okay..."

"I guess he can come with. As long as he walks."

Alexander growled in response.

"Hey John, your dog needs training."

"Hey John, there's a rapist in your house."

"Well, aren't we learning things about you, Alex..."

"If I wanted my own comeback, I'd have wiped it off your mom's chin!"

Thomas looked like he was going to throttle Alexander and Alexander looked just as on edge. But with John in ownership of those photos, both knew it was an awful idea.

"Forget it. I'll just stay here.."

John kissed his cheek. "Thank you. You can choose what we do today."

He nodded.

Thomas headed to the bedroom and had Lucy get ready before taking her to school, John in the passenger's seat.

"Who was that other guy?"

"He's my boyfriend, Alexander."

After a few seconds, that information processed and she came to the first conclusion that came to mind. "He stole you from Tommy!"

"Lucy, he didn't steal me. He only became my boyfriend a bit ago."

She pouted. "He stole you..."

"I promise he didn't. Can you trust me on that?"

"... Okay.."

Thomas dropped her off at school before taking John to Mulligan's.

"What are we doing here?"

"I've got a surprise for you. Come on." He led him into the shop, holding the door open for him.

Sarah smiled as she saw John coming in and let it fall as Thomas followed him in. "Thomas."

"H-Hello Mrs Mulligan..."

"Just what do you think you're doing here?"

"Okay, I know a lot has happened, but-"

"Without giving me a hug?" She beamed once again before pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, Tommy, it's been far too long! Hugh told me you were coming in with Johnny here!"

He caught his breath as she let him go. "It's nice to see you again too!"

She smiled and let him catch his breath, taking John away in the meantime. "So, did he tell you what we were doing today?"

"No, actually."

"I'll let him explain, then." She had him stand in front of a mirror and Thomas walked over, now recovered.

"What's going on?.." John asked him.

"Well.. I know I haven't been the best person to you these past couple of weeks and I want to make that up. I'm buying your costume for the dance next week. Custom made, whatever character you want, I'll pay for it."

John's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, you really didn't have to do that."

"I don't care. I want to. You deserve something special."

John's first thought? Alexander was not going to like this.

Sarah smiled and began taking his measurements, then asked what character he was thinking of.

Of course, he told her that he wanted to be Belle.

She nodded and wrote down the numbers when she finished. "I'll let you know when we have it done."

John nodded and followed Thomas out of the shop when everything was done, still trying to figure out what to say on the matter.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #john laurens #thomas jefferson #lucy jefferson #susan reynolds #lams #thaurens #52 #chapter 52

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cloudysfluffs · 7 years ago

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Movie Night

Warf and Dark are very different people. Especially when they’re tired. The pair have known eachother as long as they can remember, and their extremely close at that. They know everything about eachother. Theyve been hand in hand through the best and the worst. And neither would have it any other way.

Except Dark. On movie night.

Bim started it. He picked up a movie a friday night, then invited every ego. There was rarely times when everyone showed. At least one person would always be missing. Tonight, was an unusual night. Everyone showed up. But they began dropping like flies.

The Host and Bim fell asleep quite quickly, Doctor Iplier picking them up one at a time and brining them to their rooms to sleep. He didnt return. Ed and Silver left about halfway through to go to bed. Google followed after them, complaining his charge was low. The other three Googles agreed and followed. Now, it was just Warf and Dark.

They know the signs that the other is getting tired.

Dark gets kinda…out of it. He answers questions lazily, and slurrs ever so slightly with his speech. His eyes remain half-open, closing for about 5 seconds, then opening again. Like he’s been put in slow motion.

Warf is the opposite. He gets this final burst of energy, then crashes. In his little energy burst, his speech speeds up a bit, and he gets more jumpy and fidgity. He gets ridiculously giggly, laughing at practically anything. He gets much more physical aswell. Like now.

Dark was leaning back on Warf’s bed, his arms behind his head. He half-heartedly watched the tv-screen, swearing he would doze off any moment. However, the slap-happy man at his side kept him from doing so. Warf, calming down from one of his giggle-fits, rolled onto his side, pushing himself closer to Dark.

“Hi Darky.” Warf remarked with a large smile. Dark smiled every so softly.

“Hey Wilfy.” He responded, ruffling the others hair. He wasn’t surprised at the bubble of tiny giggling beside him. Warf wrapped an arm around Dark’s waist, to which Dark softly pushed him off. This cycle repeated about 4 times before Warf excepted defeat.

“Daaark why don’t you loove meeee?” Warf whined playfully. Dark rolled his eyes.

“You’re so affectionate. Are you not tired?” Dark questioned, eyebrow raising in curiosity. Warf grinned, making hand motions in the air.

“You are? Laaaaame.” He giggled, his hand falling onto the bed. Dark sighed.

“Come here.”

Warf didn’t hesitate in the slightest, rolling closer to Dark and wrapping his arms around his waist. He nuzzled his head into Darks ribs, turning his attention back to the movie.

It was peaceful. Well, for Warf it was.

With his face half-pressed into Dark’s ribs, whenever Warf would laugh or say something, it sent a momentary shock through Dark’s ribs. It tickled.

Warf, usually, would notice immediatly. However, in his state, he payed no mind. Unfortunately, Dark’s state was no better for his predicament.

He was to tired to have the strength to hold back his laughing…so when he had peace for a minute, Warf took him off gaurd.

Dark didn’t even realize he had started laughing softly, until he saw Warf look up at him, wide-eyed and grinning.

Their eyes met, nervous to mischevious.

“Will…lets not be so dramatic…” Dark muttered warily, backing up a bit.

“Me? Dramatic? Dramatic is my middle name, Darkiplier!” Warf chuckled darkly. Something about it was offputting. Dark only knew one thing for sure, though.

He was dead.

Before Dark could even respond, he felt hands, moving like spiders, begin to crawl up his sides.

With a growl of slight concern, Dark weakly shoved Warf’s hands off.

“Don’t.” He warned. Warf smiled innocently, looking down at his hands. Dark had a firm hold on his wrist. Warf blew a raspberry in the air.

“Lemme gooo!” Warf whined, narrowing his eyes. Dark sighed.

“Sware to me, you won’t tickle me?”

“Swaring is a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

“Warfstache. I sware over your dead body. If you try and tickle me, ill get you back 100 times as hard. Understood?”

Warf groaned dramatically, moaning a ‘Fiiiiiiiine!’. Dark released his wrist, and lay an arm to his side for Warf to cuddle into him. As the movie resumed, Warf started getting ideas.

Okay, so. He could tottally tickle Dark to death right now…or, alternitively, he could fall asleep peacefully with no revenge…or both, if he does good enough. He’ll be to tired then, right?

Yeah, Warf was gonna regret this.

Dark had began dozing off. Warf set his plan into motion.

He wrapped his arms around both of Darks, still hugging him close. Smiling, he began softly nuzzling the skin of his sides.

Dark opened one eye. That pink idiot was asking for it!

“Wihilford.” Dark said warily, avoiding eye contact. “Wehe talked abohout this.”

“I know, I know!” Warf hummed into Dark’s skin, causing him to flinch. “Can’t I have a little fun?”

“Nohoho.”

“Pleeeease?”

Warf slowly began crawling his fingers up Darks sides again.

“Wihihill I will anihilate you!” Dark shoved pointlessly at the others hands, though he couldn’t stop them from trailing upwards.

“Phht, right.” Warf scoffed, drawing light shapes. He was stalling, and Dark knew it.

“Go ahahany closeher to my rihibs ahahand ill slihice your hahands off!”

Dark’s threats did nothing to stop the hands, how resting still atop Darks ribs.

“Not if you dont have the energy!”

“Wilford. Do not.”

“Don’t what?”

“Tickle me!”

Silence hung in the air, Dark pausing as he realised how he had been set up…He was to tired to deal with him right now. And, hey, how bad could this-

“Okay!”

“WIHIHIHILL!”

Oh. Much worse than he thought.

“Yes?” Warf asked mockingly, nearly drowned out by Dark’s laughter.

“GEHEHET OFF MEHEHEHE!”

“No! Wheres the fun in that?!”

It only took a minute for Dark to grab Warf’s wrists again, forcing them away and allowing himself to catch his breath. Warf froze. Warf didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew one thing for sure.

He was dead.

Bim found the two the text morning, Warf pressed against Dark’s chest, and Darks arms resting at his sides. Bim smiled softly. Sure, they were loud the night before. But they were happy, and thats what mattered. At least, thats what mattered to Bim.

#darkiplier #wilford warfstache #darkstache #tickle fic #fluff #lee!dark #ler!warf #marks egos

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shipperfourlife12 · 7 years ago

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Headcanon Iwaizumi x Oikawa version

I decided to create my own list of headcanons of my Haikyuu! Ships. The first one I decided to start on a ship that I recently got into. When I first watched the Haikyuu!! Series I was (still am) fan of DaiSuga (Daichi X Suga) and AsaNoya (Asahi x Nishinoya) but when I watched it the second round, I fell in love with these two and started to ship them.

Here are my personal headcanons for these two.

I believe that these two love each other so much that they will go through the up and down together and stay together.

Family Dynamics

Oikawa's family is more modern and forward thinking. They know they are good looking and are smart and shrewd, and results make them not allow people come to them so quickly. Oikawa has an older sister that is 10+ years old. He was a surprise baby and became spoiled in the result.

Iwaizumi family is more traditional in their thinking, Hajime is the first boy in their family in generations. His father is married into the wife’s family name. He is the only child but has lots of younger cousins that look up to him.

How they met:

Ages between 4-5 years old. Oikawa moved to the neighborhood, and his parents sometimes had Oikawa dress up in dresses because he looked so cute and it was his older sisters old dress. They made rounds in the neighborhood introducing themselves. They arrived at Iwaizumi’s family, and Hajime answered the door with his mom, Toru was hiding behind his mom’s leg being shy. The parents were so happy that Hajime and Toru can play with another. Hajime only seeing the dress was disappointed that it would be a girl and didn’t want to play with girls. Toru introduced himself with a smile, he stole Hajime’s heart and started to play with each other.

The use to call each other: Hajime-chan and Toru-chan.

The Childhood Marriage Promise

Age 6 - Kindergarten

Hajime found out the truth that Toru was indeed a boy. That didn’t deter his feelings for Toru and still loved and played with him every day. They went to catch bugs together, went on adventures, and just had fun together. However, Hajime had a tendency to put bugs in the sandbox, and his parents gave him talking to stop that, making girls cry about bugs and gross things. Hajime said that he prefers boys over girls anyway since girls are cry babies. His parents said that he should be nice and not do that. Hajime replied back that it doesn’t matter that he is going to marry Toru when he grows up because there is no one cuter than Toru. His parents couldn’t disagree, but his dad joked saying that maybe Toru will marry someone pretty and sweet like his father. Hajime in shock. The very next day before breakfast, he runs over to Toru’s house rings the doorbell like crazy. His mother tries to stop him, but Toru’s older sister answer the door. Hajime asks for Toru.

Hajime says something along the lines of, “Toru you are the best person in the world, you are the one I want to be with you forever, let’s get married!” Toru who blinked in surprise and said, “Okay! I only want to play with Hajime-chan.” “Lets sware on it!” The family will later call this “Hajime’s first proposal.”

Volleyball It started out very simple, Toru watched a volleyball game and fall in love with it. Hajime first was curious and made fun of Toru for being so bad, but saw how much fun Toru was having, even more, fun than playing with him, Hajime joined the sports too. Soon they became Volleyball dorks.

Calling "Iwa-chan” ~around jr. high school

By the time they were nine years old, Hajime was getting embarrassed that Toru kept on calling him “Hajime-chan.” Hajime tried to stop it, by calling Toru to Oikawa, and encourage each other to call each other by their last names. Which made Toru angrier, so he became aggressive in calling him “Hajime-chan” at school and Volleyball club. Though when he noticed other kids calling Hajime, Hajime-chan, he got super jealous and demanded that only he can call him by that, they fight, and Oikawa says, “We are going to get married in the future, I want to call something that only I can call you.” “Fine. Just anything but Hajime-chan.” Oikawa thinks for a bit and says with gusto, “Iwa-chan.” Hajime sighs and says that it is okay.

High School 1st year: They are in separate classes for the first time. Their feelings for one another is limbo between being close friends and being boyfriends. Hajime knew that it was love, and no matter loved Toru but didn’t want to be the first to admit his feelings. Also, want Toru to concentrate on volleyball. Toru knows there is something more but doesn’t want to think about it and concentrate only on volleyball.

2nd Year Summer: Oikawa confesses his feelings.

3rd Year: They went out and decided that for college, they will go to Tokyo and live together but go to separate university.

Adulthood

Toru eventually becomes a professional Volleyball Player and goes to the Olympics.

Hajime either becomes a firefighter, a high school volleyball coach, or a sports trainer.

#haikyuu!!#headcanon #iwaoi #oiiwa #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tōru #iwaizumi x oikawa #haikyuu iwaizumi #yaoi

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mother-snake · 4 years ago

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welcome to gravity falls!

(this is what i get for being in too many fandoms at once...)

tags: @idkanameatall @imma-potatoo @girl-with-many-fandoms warnings: swaring, drink abuse mention(?) janus angst words: 1173 next: n/a

-welcome to the mistery ‘s’hack-

He left… he actually left him?

He looked at where Virgil had been standing moments before… he watched as his son slammed the door behind. Shaking the apartment harshly. “he’ll come back,” Remus said, pulling him in into a tight hug as he stood there frozen, silent tears poured as he watched his pride leave. this… no. he closed his eyes. If this is what made Virgil happy… then. Yeah. He could be happy too… right?

“come on, he won’t be gone for too long. He will come back, I'm sure of it,” Remus grinned wildly, “that ass won’t stay a week with the fuckin lights!”

He let out a slight laugh at what his friend had said. the lights had always been at their necks when in high school, even after when they had gone their separate ways… it was no lie when he said that one of them had been bold enough to almost get him fired from his job... it had not been a good month from the start…

Now? They had taken his son, lied and deceived their way into taking him away and possibly never to be seen again. --

How long had he been struggling? Drink cans and bottles piled around the apartment. The eviction notice in hand. tears poured down his face as he picked at the sleeve of a cardigan. A small grumble filled his stomach.

He looked around the apartment. This had been his home for such a long time… now… this was it. he had nothing left. he had gone from having everything to not even being able to pay for his bills… “I'm sorry,” he whispered to himself as he looked over to a picture hung on the wall. a perfect family, in his mind at least… it had been stable enough for him. or well… he thought it was… now. He needed to find somewhere new… but where would he begin. He already handed in his work notice a week ago. His final pay check would last him only a week on the road.

Looking around the broken apartment a thought struck… maybe that would work? he could only hope.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been on the road for. A hastily packed bag had been thrown in the back and his wallet was running out of cash. He would need to find a place to settle down, and it would need to be soon.

He looked around for signs or directions He looked ahead with a grin as a water tower came into view, what looked like a… muffin? Was spray painted in red. a sign just in front read ‘welcome to gravity falls’ he knew he would need to spend the night here. The thick forest around felt calming. he hadn’t been on a camping trip… well. Ever.

A small smile crossed his face as the sun began to start setting. the drive didn’t take him too much longer. he stopped in front of a place that looked rather worse for wear. He wasn’t even sure how it was still standing in full honesty. He let out a yawn as he opened the door, grabbing the bobble of his wrist and pulling his hair up from its place on his shoulders.

He snapped his head over to the bushes as he heard a rustle. Eh. Most likely a wild animal. he closed the door and looked up at the building, getting a better view. There was a massive sigh that read’ the mister hack’… looking down to the ground, a giant red painted s laid off the floor… mystery shack? Sounded interesting.

He opened his wallet. He had enough spare, finger crossed this was going to be interesting. he closed the front car door and opened the back of the car, pulling out a jacket. Black with a small snake stitched into the bottom right of the zip.

No… it wasn’t worth thinking about. he slipped it on and locked up his car. The cold chill in the air sent a slight shiver down his spine. It didn’t help that the feeling of being watched.

The door opened with a small click; a bell rung above the door. The smell of mould was straight away noticeable. he stopped himself from turning back as he felt the warmth from inside. With his car heater broken, it would be the most he would get for a while.

“soos!” a voice called, “we’ve got a customer!” he looked over to see a red head walking in from the back.

A taller man walked in next, a red fez sat on his head and an eyepatch over his left eye. “yo, welcome to the mystery shack!”

“how much do tickets cost?” he asked, looking around at the very pricey merchandise on display. “todays a special day. No tours for now,” fez, most likely the soos red was talking about. “I see,” something caught his eye, “are you looking for a new handy man?” “yeah douge,” soos replied. “qualifications?” he asked. “none, if you want the job, your hired!” soos said throwing a top, “what’s your name?” “um, Janus. Are you sure about this?” “totally!” he cheered.

“welcome to the mystery shack, I'm Wendy dude,” plaid shirt said looking into a magazine from the desk.

Janus looked at them with a smile… maybe things would get better after all. he followed after the rather baby-faced man and looked around what he guessed was the back space. It looked homely. Nothing he was actually used to.

He was led up some stairs and towards what looked like an attic. Some noise was coming from inside. A boy and a girl from what he could guess. Must be some noise they dealt with.

But they didn’t get to the stairs before a rather old looking man walked out of the hall fallowed by another rather similar looking one. Twins, ah… this was going to be interesting.

“ah! Soos, you finally found a new handy man?” “yes Mr. pines, Janus this is the old boss,” Janus gave a small nod. Not really trusting himself to say anything.

“don’t worry Janus, this place may seem strange, but I assure you. wait until you see what else there is to discover outside,” the twin in a lab coat smirked, placing a six handed hand on his brother’s shoulder. “where’s he stayin’ soos?” Mr. Pines asked. “I'm thinking either with the twins or another spare room sir’s,”

The six handed twin looked at Janus a few times, “I think the kids would do,” he nodded before walking down the other way of the hall.

“twins?” Janus asked soos. “witch set?” soos laughed in response. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

He waited a few seconds before following soos up the stairs and to the attic’s door. Much to his own surprise the door burst open and soos was met with a tackle hug from something shiny. “what the hell have I gotten into?” Janus muttered horrified to himself.

#sander sides #gravity falls #soos #wendy #stan pines #ford pines #janus sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #tw drinking #angst #new story guys!

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ahgazens · 7 years ago

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°•°DID THAT JUST HAPPEN??°•° You were on your way to your boyfriend’s house choi youngjae you guys have been together for 6 months now. You decided to surprise him at the dorm noticing his members are going to be gone for a little. You can’t help but blush feeling the sexy panties riding up your ass as you walk towards the dorm thinking… well maybe he’s tired and won’t be in the mood.. but you come to conclusion you know ways to get him hot and ready for you. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ You make it to the dorm in 15 mins top your heart is pounding from the excitement of being able to have him to yourself for a couple of hours. You hurry and get the key under the mat and unlock the door quietly slipping off your shoes and heading towards his room.. but before you could reach you hear a quiet muffle some sort of moan and you stop in your tracks.. is he.? Cheating on me you ask yourself .. you look back towards the door you don’t see any females shoes so you think again.. but your thoughts were interrupted by a chesty moan coming from your boyfriend’s room. You decided to quietly peek through the Crack door.. only to blush madly at the scene before your eyes. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Youngjae sweaty leaned over the bed hair sticking to his forehead gym shorts around his knees bottom lip tight between his teeth you sware it might bleed but he’s panting and moaning.. wait he was moaning your name you watch in aw as he strokes his member in such a desperate pace you can’t help but close your thighs tightly together trying to create some sort of friction to your hot now wet core.. he let’s out a high pitched moan letting you know he was close he’s now pumping his hard length at a animalistic speed chanting your name as he relishes in his sinful bliss .. he begins slowing his pace lapping up his precum with his thumb rubbing around the tiny slit of his rock hard cock.. he throws his head back and let’s out a throaty moan now stroking his member in in a fast pace once again but now his unmoving hand is moving towards his harden bud pinching and teasing it has he strokes away at his cock you can see he’s close by how his face is contorted in a painful pleasure expression and you were right.. his eyes opens wide but closes tightly as his cloudy sticky fluids come out as long ropes covering the sheets ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ You can’t help but moan wishing you were those sheets now covered in cum.. you accidentally let out a moan a little to audible that you can see youngjae tense up and quickly cover himself you can’t help but scream internally at how cute he looks.. he’s now blushing but still panting coming down from his euphoric high you come fully into his room face red as a beet.. he’s relieved it’s you but also is embarrassed and some what confused.. he asks, y/n when did you get here and we’re you peeping on me? He asks in in a sing-song tone with his signature smile.. you can’t help the the deeper blush creeping up your neck as you turn your head away nodding in shame.. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ He pulls you towards him chuckling and kissing your lips lightly sliding your hand across his semi hard erection.. why didn’t you come in sooner you could have helped me out y/n.. he says in his deep sensual voice.. you look up at him while you slightly stroke him kissing his jaw. I would have but you seem to have had everything under control with you moaning my name and what not… he holds your hand stopping your from your ministration to sensitive right now for any friction .. you giggle putting your arms around his neck kissing his lips slowly with raw emotion.. he hums in approval relishing in the sweet taste of your lips his now hard erection poking you in the tummy you look down in disbelief and back to him and his annoying smirk.. did that just happen ?? ♡♡ °●●°●°●°●○●●°●°●°●°●°●°●●°●°●°●°●°●°●●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●●°° Ending number 2 YJ: MY GIRL FRIEND IS A PERVERT ! ! Y/N: WOULD YOU SHUTUP !! YOU WERE THE ONE JERKING OFF !! YJ: *his usual amazing laugh* YOU GOT ME THERE BABE . Y/N: NOW GET OVER HERE AND PLEASE ME ALREADY! YJ: NO NEED TO ASK TWICE Fin~ I’ve never written before in my life but I’ve always wanted to try writing a smut/fluff about youngjae.. hopefully you enjoyed and excuse any typing error -faritytailluv11

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johnchiarello · 6 years ago

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2nd Samuel 19

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