#I fucking love my tattoos so much argh

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Tattoos, front & back 🩵✨🍂

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The Fourth Day Of Christmas:

Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)

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"Fine! You know what, just go. If you can't handle this anymore, then go." "I never said I can't handle it, Noah. I just said I was tired of dealing with it." "That's the same thing!" "No, it's not!" "Argh! Fuck!"

Noah growled, clenching his fists. They were getting nowhere like this. All he wanted was to come home and love on her, but something had set her off, making her real pissy with him. She lashed out first, causing Noah to lash out and before they knew it, they were in a yelling match, with her threatening to leave.

The glow of the Christmas lights reflected off the large glass window inside their fifth floor apartment. He could see her reflection through the glass, looking scared and worried. He hated this. He hated fighting with her.

"Look, I can't help that my life is crazy, okay. I can't help that the schedules get fucked up the way they do." "No? But Matt can." "So." "So?"

Noah scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"God, you can be such a bitch sometimes, you know that?" "Yeah, well you can be a real dick."

She folded her arms over her chest, sighing. Noah ran a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated, unable to think about anything other than being inside her at the moment. Angry sex was his favorite. He walked over to her and wrapped both hands around her throat, groaning at the moan that escaped her lips.

"Do you like that, princess? When I decide how much you get to breathe," walking her back towards the window and pressing her up against the cold glass until she cried with a gasp. He paused to lick that sensitive spot between her neck and chin, relishing the sound that fell from her lips.

"Tell me," he whispered against the side of her face as his touch lightened. "Yes," she breathed, her voice shaking.

His cock, already hard, twitched against his joggers, forcing him to push up against her harder in order to feel some kind of relief from the friction.

"You feel that? You feel what you do to me?" "Mmmhmm, I feel it," she answered, gripping his biceps.

Noah grazed her lips with his, dragging his tongue across her bottom one making her breath hitch.

"I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much and I'm scared to lose you. I don't want to pressure you ever in making you stay if you don't want to. But," Noah paused looking at her, "I can't let you believe for one damn second that I'm into someone else," he finally said with confidence. Tears glistened in her blue eyes, making them stand out like diamonds.

"God you're so fucking beautiful. You wreck me every time we fight, you know that," he smiled.

Her hands slid up his shoulders to rest at the base of his neck. Her fingers danced over his warm tattooed covered skin, creating goosebumps all over him. Noah watched as she opened and closed her mouth, registering his words with shaky breath. He felt like his heart might burst through his chest, waiting for her response.

"You can't just make me fall in love with you, Noah and then take it all back when you don't feel it at the moment," she whispered.

Noah looked past her, out into the concrete jungle below them. The snow the forecasters had been calling for had begun to fall, creating the most beautiful view he'd seen in a long time.

"Is that what you really think?" he asked, clenching his jaw as he played with the waistband of her pants. "You think I take it back? You think I pretend to love you?"

"Sometimes." "So what does this mean?" "I don't know," she shrugged.

Noah backed away, fearing what he knew was coming.

"I think it means I miss the time when I actually felt like I meant something to you." "You mean everything to me!" "I don't feel it, Noah! I'm not your priority. Your band is. And that's okay. That's probably how it should be." "No," he shook his head, fighting the tears that were coming.

Noah grabbed his hair, watching as she walked away from him into their bedroom. He watched from a distance as she packed her bags without looking at him. He watched her as she cried, knowing her choices were breaking her heart, too.

She came over to him, setting her bags down.

"I still have feelings for you, Noah, and no matter how many times I tell myself I'm better off without you, a part of me just won't let you go. But I have to."

Grabbing her bags, she walked out the front door without looking back.

The party is loud and there's too many people around for Noah to feel comfortable. His palms are sweaty, his knees feel like jelly, and his head is pounding. All he really wants to do is forget about all of this Christmas stuff and go home and be depressed for the remainder of the holiday season. But he can't; he knows this. His friends need him here and they're the only reason he's staying.

Matt convinced Noah that a record label Christmas party might be fun, and maybe he'd get lucky enough to meet someone he could connect with, someone who would help take his mind off the one who walked out on him weeks ago. But Noah wasn't interested in meeting someone else. No one would compare to her.

The snow's falling down. Noah sits on the sofa with a glass of water in hand, lost in the memories of weeks ago as he watches it come down. The city is alive and bright not only with city lights, but Christmas lights of all shapes, sizes and themes as well. They remind him of her and how much she loved going out on Christmas Eve to look at them all; especially in Central Park.

"Dude," Matt says, nudging Noah's foot before sitting down next to him. Noah barely acknowledges him. "Nothing's going to work is it?"

Noah shrugs.

"She took your whole world when she left you, didn't she?"

Noah finally looks at Matt.

"I fucked up, Matt. I didn't fight for her hard enough. I didn't try hard enough. I let her believe that I pretended to love her when in reality, she was the only thing that I loved more than anything. I just didn't know how to show it the right way, and I guess that scared her and made her think the wrong things."

Noah digs his thumb and finger into his eyes, squeezing them shut while trying to keep the tears from falling.

"I just want her back, Matt. I want her to come home."

Matt sits silently next to his friend, wishing there was something he could say that would make everything right again. The room erupts in a loud vocal chorus of "Deck the Halls" as drunk people stagger and laugh, filling the room with happy sounds.

"I know you do," Matt sympathizes. "I remember this time last year, I took her ice skating. Man, watching her face light up with all that happiness made life worth living. It was the best night, Matt."

Matt smiles, nodding his head.

"When you guys came over that night, she made us a hot chocolate bar, complete with marshmallows, whipped cream, and cinnamon. It was awesome." "Oh yeah, that whipped cream went pretty far that night, too." "Wow, oh my god, okay, too much information, dude!"

Matt and Noah laugh, reminiscing about that night twelve months ago. Noah would give anything to have that night with her again.

"She should be here with me," Noah sighs, staring at the lights on the tree and how they shine brightly. "She should be here in my arms."

Things are starting to wind down as Noah gets up to leave. He's had enough and is ready to go home. Saying good night to Matt and Jolly, with Folio and Nicholas nowhere insight, Noah turns to leave, but freezes the moment he does. She's standing there in front of him locked in a serious conversation with some girl he's never met before. Tears are streaming down her face as the girl does her best to comfort her, caressing the side of her arm gently. They hug, smiling at one another as she dries her eyes and nods, right before turning and looking over at him.

Her expression mirrors Noah's and it feels like everything but the two of them has ceased to exist. Noah wants to run to her, scoop her up in his arms and never let her go again. But to his surprise, she beats him to it. Throwing herself into him, she clings to Noah tightly as if her life depends on it. He doesn't hesitate to hug her back, squeezing her until he's sure she can't breathe. Her soft sobs against his chest tell him that she's missed him just as much, if not more than he missed her. 

Noah grabs her face, forcing her to look at him. Her pupils are dilated, wide with emotion, but she's looking at him as if he's put all the stars in the sky and he loves it, it's been too long since she's looked at him like this. Her hands find his, laying over them gently. Noah does what he's been aching to do since she walked out that door that night; he kisses her; slow and hard. When they part, the same old feelings for her return, creating an aching in his body that will only be cured with one thing.

"Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?" she asks, breathing the question over his lips as she lays on his chest.

Noah smiles sweetly, running his hand over her cheek.

"Tell me."

He grabs her ass, pulling her into him, groaning as she starts to grind against him.

"You make me insane, Noah Sebastian," she confesses, dragging her lips down the side of his neck. He sighs, arching his back some as she kisses the spot where his throat sinks behind his chest. "I've thought about murdering every woman I've caught looking at you."

Noah smiles a little, but mostly he's focused on how good her body feels against his.

"Like the one you thought I was into the night you left?"

She rolls over onto her back, covering her face with her hands. Noah sits up, turning to face her as his hands slip back onto her hips, tugging her towards him.

"Hey, look at me," he says, pulling her hands away, just as a tear slides down the corner of her eye. "I get it. I know it can't be easy seeing and listening to what you have to all the time."

Noah takes her hands and pins them above her head as he pushes himself into her sex, knowing that with just the right angle, he can slip right inside her. Kissing her lips, Noah rolls his tongue over hers. Her soft moans make his dick twitch which makes her spread her legs open for him a little bit more.

"I don't want anyone else," he confesses. "Ever."

Noah thrusts himself deep inside her pussy, growling the moment he does. Her sharp gasp and loud cry makes him harder, reaching for her leg and hiking it up higher around his waist. It can't be healthy for his heart to be racing this fast, but there's nothing he can do to stop it, because his heart belongs to her. She controls it.

"Noah, Noah," she cries softly, wrapping her arms around his back and digging her nails into his skin. "Fuck, princess, you're going to be the death or me!"

His pace quickens as he fucks into her deeper, penetrating the walls of the only woman he's every truly loved.

"Just like you're going to be mine," she mutters against his neck. "Tell me you love me, baby," Noah pleads, raising his head and looking at her.

She grabs his face and pulls him into a heated kiss.

"I fucking love you Noah Sebastian," she answers with a smile. "Only me?" "Only you."

She touches his cheek, grinning when she feels him lean into her touch.

"Do you love me?" she asks.

Noah stills inside her, brushing the hair out of her face.

"I'm fucking crazy about you, Princess. I love you more than words could ever say. I love the way you respond to me, the way you want me, the way you love me; I feel it baby, all of it."

Noah begins to move again, this time holding nothing back. He keeps her hands pinned above her with one large hand as he uses the other one on her clit to massage slow, sensual circles

"Oh, god Noah!" she screams, pulling him closer, needing more of him. "Ugh, fuck, you undo me, baby. That's it, pull me closer," Noah cooed. "Noah, don't stop!" "Yeah?" "Yeah," she breathed quickly.

Noah thrusts harder, until her moans of ecstasy fill the apartment the moment her orgasm washes over her, but he doesn't stop. He keeps penetrating her harder no matter how much she screams.

"Fucking, goddamn," Noah yells, quickly pulling out of her and cumming all over her stomach.

Slowly, he releases her hands, climbing off her and rolling over onto his back. Attempting to get up, Noah stops her instantly.

"Stay."

She nods, sinking back into the mattress.

Noah takes his time cleaning her up, gently cleaning in between her legs while showering her thighs with soft kisses. Her giggles mixed with soft moans are music to his ears. "Baby, please, come home," Noah begs, once he’s back to laying on his back with her on his chest. "I already did, Noah," she says quietly, on the verge of sleep. "The moment you took me back into your arms, I knew I was home."

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Lockdown Frustration (18+)

Part One: Cold Shower

Part Two

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: When lockdown is making you seriously sexually frustrated, your friend offers to help you through it

Feels: Pure Horn

Word count: 3,664 - I got reeeal into this

Warnings: Total smut, unprotected sex, rough sex

A/N: This was my first time writing smut, so would love to hear what your favourite bit was (send me an ask if you're shy) 😈

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You’d been in lockdown for a few weeks now and to say you were horny was an understatement. You’d moved in with your friends temporarily when the stay at home order came in, instead of being stuck at home by yourself but while you weren’t necessarily bored...you were certainly frustrated. Used to being able to call on a hook up or head out to clubs to flirt, it had now been AT LEAST two months since you’d scratched that itch so to say.

Lying by the pool in the backyard, feeling wound up and restless, you started swiping through tinder. You swiped past the usual reams of so-so suitors, most of which you’d never normally be interested in, but at this point were seeming a bit more enticing. You were casually swiping right on a couple of profiles that you’d potentially consider some ‘sext exchanges’ with, when you heard the screen door open just above you. Your temporary housemate and long term friend, Colson, strolls out and heads towards you.

“What you upto out here Y/N, I’m bored” he huffs, as he flops down on the sun lounger next to yours.

“Just torturing myself, scrolling through tinder. This lockdown’s getting preeeeetty frustrating”

Your eyes not leaving your phone as you respond, thumbs still swiping away

“I didn’t think you got around enough for this to be a long stretch for you” he teases, poking you in the side so you turn and look at him

“Rude! I get mine, thank you very much. I’m just not as obvious about it as you, I certainly don’t go this long that’s for sure” you fire back

“Okay, okay, my bad. So your solo sessions aren’t quite cutting it then?” he winks suggestively at you, sticking his tongue out

“That is none of your damn business” you laugh, turning your attention back to your phone, sighing “But if you must know, not really…”

“Well, if you ever need a hand, I’m just saying, you could make it my business”

You look up at this comment and see him lying back on the lounger, arms above his head, his eyes closed with a cocky smirk on his face. You don’t see him open one eye, catching you subtly taking in his tattooed torso, your eyes focusing on his XXX tattoo.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was super hot, but it was Colson, you know?

“See anything you like?” he says, making you jump slightly

“Shut up Colson, stop bothering me and go and find something to do” you snap back, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught staring at your friend’s crotch

“Maybe that’s what I’m already doing, looking for something to 'do' ”

You laugh his blatant innuendo off, but he’s got you feeling tense now. You stand up to head back into the house “I’m going for a shower”

“You want some company?” He offers with a cheeky grin

“I’m alright thanks, I’ll make it a cold one!”

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Once you’re in the shower, you find yourself feeling even more hot and bothered, despite the cool water cascading over you. Colson’s teasing comments swirling in your head, you slip your hand between your legs trying to relieve some of the tension you're feeling. A few minutes later you turn the shower off, a little more relaxed and ready to find something to occupy your busy mind for the rest of the afternoon. You dry yourself off, wrap yourself in a towel and gather your hair into a messy bun on top of your head.

“Feeling any better after that?”

Not expecting to see Colson sitting on your bed, his voice makes you jump as you come out of your ensuite

“For fucks sake, you scared the life out of me!” You scold him as he laughs at you

Once you compose yourself, you laugh along with him and with eyebrows raised, you ask "and why are you here?"

Leaning back on his hands, he smirks and replies, "Just making sure the cold shower did the trick", as he makes an obvious point of looking you up and down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

You roll your eyes but can't help but give him a quick once over yourself, taking in the sight before you: his topless torso, the slight sheen of sweat glistening across his tattoos, his damp blonde locks disheveled and hanging into his eyes, long legs spread apart as they hang off the side of your bed, the thin material of his shorts. Eeesh. You feel a warm flush spreading through your body, that has nothing to do with the sun or the shower.

Fuck he looks good, you think, it'd be so easy to just... Argh. Sleeping with one of your best friends while you're locked down together is surely a recipe for disaster... Right? Besides, he's always teasing you like this, that's just Colson. You're probably only reacting this way because, well, surely everyone is horny while stuck in lockdown...

You quickly push those thoughts away and sigh dramatically while clutching your towel tighter around your chest, "Get out Colson, I need to get dressed"

Unperturbed, he stares you dead in the eye and states slyly "what you're wearing looks just fine from here"

"Stop it now, creeper" you say, half smiling and waving him away with a shooing motion. He laughs, low and soft, "Okay, okay" and holds his hands up in mock defeat. This kind of back and forth was the norm for you two, but today... Today you found your heart was beating out of your chest and the steady eye contact he was maintaining was making you twinge in such an intense way, you were sure he could tell.

Starting to get a little flustered, you take a step towards your dresser and Colson reaches out grabbing you by the hand and pulling you into him. You stumble ungracefully and find yourself inches from his face, one leg on either side of his left thigh, both hands on his chest. He places both hands on your waist to steady you and you can feel his long fingers pressing into you through your towel.

"Wh-what are you doing?" you giggle suggestively, your voice husky

"Come on Y/N... " he says leaning in, his lips almost grazing yours as he speaks. He pulls back slightly and locks his eyes onto yours "You can't say you don't feel this too"

"Colson..." Just as you begin to speak he slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you even closer to him so your forehead is leaning against his. He shifts, pressing his bare thigh up between your legs, a small gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the pressure against your clit. "Mmm, we shouldn't" you murmur, breath ragged, as you slowly run your hands up his neck and into his hair.

He leans into your neck, dragging his bottom lip up to your ear and whispers, "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop right now" before pressing a long lingering kiss to your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. You audibly groan and he lets out a soft growl as you gently tug his hair causing him to grip you harder. You instinctively roll your hips, grinding yourself further against his thigh, showing him just how wet you are.

He grazes his soft lips across yours, before bringing his hand up to your face and gently gripping your chin

"I'm gonna need an answer, use your words Y/N, tell me what you want"

As he presses his thigh up against your clit again, you moan "you, I want you"

"That's my girl" he smirks before crashing his lips against yours in a deep lingering kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth as he reaches down behind your thighs and lifts you onto his lap. Your tongues battle for dominance as you grind down onto him, feeling him getting hard through the thin material of his shorts. He slides his hands under your towel and grips your bare ass tightly as he presses himself up against you, electricity fires through your core and you let out a soft moan into his kiss

You bite his bottom lip, gently tugging on it and he groans at the action. “This towel has got to go” he says, locking eyes with you, his pupils black and blown out with lust. You lean back and undo your towel, dropping it behind you. He lets out a breathy ‘wow’ as he takes in the view of you completely naked, straddling his lap

“Fuck, you’re so hot” he says, pulling you into him as he kisses you again hungrily, moving from your mouth to neck. You continue to roll your hips onto his now rock hard cock and he bites your neck hard in response, leaving a purple mark above your collarbone. He moves his mouth to your chest, kissing between your breasts before flicking his tongue across your left nipple then sucking on it harshly. You let out a whine at the sensation, causing a dirty smile to spread across his face “Oh you like it rough do you?” he says as he moves across to your right nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting, pulling slightly

“Shit” you moan, grabbing his face with both your hands and crashing your lips against his. Just the feeling of his tongue twisting with yours has you so turned on, you feel like you could cum already. You reach down between the two of you and slide your hand into his shorts, wrapping it around his thick cock, pumping your hand up and down it’s length and he breaks away from your kiss to exhale deeply

“I wanna fuck you so badly Colson”

“Not yet” he says, as he reaches under your ass, and lifts you, flipping you onto your back on the bed. You reach up to pull him down on top of you, but he grabs your wrist and pins it above your head. Hovering over you, he uses his other hand to bring your other arm above your head, wrapping one hand around both of your wrists. You struggle slightly, but he holds your wrists tighter as you pout and whimper out “Hey, no fair”

Smirking at you squirming, he lets out a soft throaty chuckle “You told me it had been too long, you think I’m gonna let you rush this?” Still holding your wrists above your head with his left hand, he brings his right hand to your cheek and presses a slow lingering kiss to your lips “Just trust me…”

“Okay” you murmur, your heart beating and your breath shaky as he slowly trails his hand down your neck, over your breast and down your stomach, maintaining eye contact the entire time. This slow pace after your passionate kissing and grinding just before, was killing you and you instinctively lift your hips towards him as his hand gets closer to your core, your clit throbbing so hard with need it’s almost painful. He strokes his hand over your hip bone and down your thigh and you whine in disappointment, “Patience babygirl” he says as he kisses you again, moving his tongue slowly with yours, sending electric bolts to your aching core. His hand slides up your thigh, skimming past your soaking area and down your other thigh

You pull back from his lips “Come on Colson, you’re killing me, I need you…”

“Oh yeah? Let me see how much…” He says, nose pressed against yours as he traces his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and sliding from your entrance up to your clit, circling it slowly “Is this what you need?”

“Fuck... yes” you moan as he pushes his long middle finger into your entrance, curling hard against your g spot, your eyes squeezing closed in pleasure. “You want more?” he says, slowly sliding his finger out and then back in pressing hard on your inside wall again. “Yeah, more..” you choke out. He watches your face intently, your head tilted back, breathy moans escaping you as he slips his ring finger in alongside his middle, the cold metal of his silver ring pressing against you, and starts pumping them in and out of you. He buries his fingers inside of you up to the knuckles and starts beckoning against your g spot, causing your moans to get louder as your stomach tightens, your orgasm building

“Oh my god that feels so good” you manage to whimper out, panting “Don’t s-stop... I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that…”

Hearing this he let’s go of your wrists, and cups the back of your neck with his hand, pulling your face to his and sliding his tongue in your mouth, suffocating you with his kiss. Your body twists towards him, your legs clamping around his forearm as he fucks you with his fingers. You reach your right hand up and grab a fistful of his messy, damp hair as you slide your left hand down his tensed, tattooed stomach and into his shorts. His cock is throbbing from grinding against you and you feel a wet bead of precum as you slide your thumb across his tip and then up and down his swollen shaft

You pull back from his kiss to let out a deep moan “Oh god, I’m gonna cum”

He presses his forehead to yours “Say my name, I wanna hear you say it while you cum”

“Shit...Colson, fuck, oh god, Colson” you almost shout, your head thrown back as you feel your walls clench around him, your wetness pouring over his fingers as he works you through your orgasm while kissing and sucking on your exposed neck. He pulls his dripping fingers away from and releases his tight grip on the back of neck, letting your back fall gently back on the bed. The loss of contact brings you back to reality and you shakily prop yourself up on your elbows to see him sitting up, pulling his strained shorts down. His rock hard cock springs against his stomach and you let out a long ragged exhale as you see it, your eyes wandering up his lean, sweat covered torso to see the dirty smile on his face as he watches you.

“I’m not finished with you yet” he says, staring down at you with lust filled eyes as he tugs at his length “You think you can handle it?”

“I could ask you the same thing” you countered, sliding your hand between your open legs, drawing his attention to your glistening core and the wet patch beneath you

“Damn Y/N, have I met my match here?” he laughs as he lightly pushes your shoulders back onto the bed. Climbing on top of you he covers your mouth with his in a hungry kiss, as he roughly thrusts himself against you, his rigid shaft moving easily against your drenched clit. Still swollen and sensitive from your orgasm, you let out a slow needy moan, encouraging him to repeat the action.

Propped up on one elbow, he reaches down with his other hand and grabs his cock

“Shit you’re so wet for me aren’t you?” he says, his lips grazing yours as he guides the tip of his dick from your clit to your entrance and back again

“I don’t know why you sound surprised..” you murmur as you bite his bottom lip “...Daddy”

“Daaamn Y/N, you know what that shit does to me, you’re really asking for it now”

Groaning at your words, he presses the swollen tip of his against your tight entrance and you tremble at the feeling, ready to take him... when he pulls back

“Shit, do you have condoms in here?”

“No, but I’m on the pill…” you break your sentence off to kiss him, hard “...and we both know we’re good…” you kiss him again, not wanting to lose momentum “...and let’s face it, we both know it’s better without..”

“You’re so bad Y/N” he says breathlessly, as you wrap your hand around his throbbing shaft, pumping your up and down as you guide it back to your yearning pussy, the anticipation has you both barely able to breathe

“I need you now” That’s all he needs to hear and he pushes his entire length through your soaking wet entrance. “Fuck” you moan out loudly, as he bottoms out, stretching you out with his thick cock, the pleasure spreading immediately through your entire body. You move your hips up against his, adjusting to his size.

“You okay babygirl?” he scans your face as he pulls back slowly

“Fuck yeah”

Encouraged, he slams himself back into you again “God, you’re so fucking tight” he hisses through gritted teeth as he rolls his hips against you, savouring the sensation and letting you feel very inch as he sinks into you, “Shit, you feel amazing”

His slow thrusts, pulling fully out of you each time, have your entire body quivering. Getting desperate to be ravaged, you grab his face with both hands and bring his mouth to yours, flicking your tongue against his

“Quit teasing and fuck me Colson”

He lets out a soft breathy laugh as he sits up, pulling you roughly towards him by your hips and presses your thighs up towards your chest as he hovers over you, holding his already drenched cock at your entrance “You ready?”

“Never been more re….”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before he plunges into your aching pussy, knocking the breath out of you. He reaches behind your neck, pulling your forehead to his as he pounds into you, hard and fast. “Is this what you wanted huh? You wanna be fucked hard like a bad girl?”

You can barely respond, choking out a “fuck yes, oh my god, fuck me”

“You want this dick deep?” he says as he pushes his hand harder against your thigh, bringing it closer to the bed, heightening the pleasure as he hits your g spot even harder.

He’s only been fucking you for a couple of minutes at most before you’re screaming out

“I’m gonna cum”

“Cum on my cock for me babygirl” he whispers in your ear as fire crawls all over your body. Your nails dig into his back leaving raw red marks as you thrust your hips up into his, feeling your walls clench tightly around him repeatedly and you feel yourself flooding over his cock as your orgasm sears through you.

He fucks you through your orgasm and then pulls back suddenly. You lie there for a moment shaking, trying to catch your breath “Turn over” he demands, before he flips you over onto your stomach, grabs your hips and pulls your ass up towards him so you’re on your knees

“It’s not over yet” he says as he slaps his hard cock against your ass cheek, then slides it through the wetness that has pooled around your ass, pressing lightly against your tight hole. You whimper at the feeling and push back against him. “Another time…” he says as he moves his cock further down and delves back into your dripping pussy.

Spreading one hand across your lower back he pushes you further down onto the bed, the angle sending him deeper than you’ve ever felt before.

You grip onto the bedsheets, your moans filling the room as he pulls his other hand back and spanks you hard, the sharp sting making you clench around him. “More” you beg, “Oh you like that?” he taunts, hitting you again, even harder this time, leaving a handprint across your ass cheek.

He reaches down and grabs both of your arms, pulling your back up against his chest, as he thrusts furiously into you. With one hand holding your wrists behind you, he wraps his other around your neck and pulls your head back to whisper in your ear “This feel good?”

“So fucking good Colson, don’t stop” you moan “I’m gonna cum again soon…”

He lets go of your wrists and neck and pulls out, making you whine as the feeling of fullness leaves you. You turn to protest but he says “Turn around, I wanna watch you as you cum” then grips your waist, flipping you over and pulling your legs up around him.

You feel your orgasm building straight away as he buries his cock into you again. You start to cum and your eyes close, head tilting back as you feel the strong waves of pleasure coursing through you. He cups his hand around your face pulling it towards his “Look at me” he demands, his blue eyes drilling into yours as you whine

“Oh fuck Colson, I’m cumming, I’m cumming”

“I can feel you” he mumbles “I’m right behind you”

Your vision blurs as he fucks you through, your walls clenching so tightly, the orgasm so intense it feels like it’s not going to end until a deep warmth spreads through your body. His thrusts get more and more urgent, his breath coming in short, sharp blasts until he pulls out of you, pumping his swollen cock as his warm cum spills across your shivering body.

He leans down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before flopping onto his stomach next to you. You both lie for a moment, catching your breath, then he leans over the side of the bed and grabs the towel you stripped off earlier.

“I think you’re gonna need this” he says, eyeing your glistening torso

You both burst out laughing, “Yeah, I think that’s our friendship successfully ruined” you say as you take the towel from him and start cleaning yourself up

He lays his head on your warm, naked thighs and looks up at you,

“It seems pretty clear to me, that you and I are not supposed to be just friends”

Returning his gaze, you stroke your hand across his forehead, pushing his damp, blonde hair back,

“Looks like lockdown isn’t going to be that boring after all”

______

[mythiccheroacademia]

My Vow to You

A/N: Dragon King!Bakugo has my heart and so I wrote a little something based off a dream I had awhile ago. I like writing Bakugo with a spouse that’s just as much of a hardass as he is :’) I’m not sure if I’ll make a part two. This could stand alone butttt we’ll see. 

Important things to note: ~*Aurea: It means golden in Latin. This is your family name that is used in public. Even though you’re married to Bakugo, I made it tradition that you keep your last name for distincition purposes, but you’re a Bakugo when I addressed elswhere. That’s based off something from my own culture. Also, it’d be kind of weird if Bakugo said his own name lmao. You’ll get it as you read.  ~*You and Bakugo have dragon-like traits? Idk man. I just thought the red eyes and fangs added flare.

Word Count: 1.6k Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader Warnings: blood, injury, death, there’s a severed head in there but the description isn’t gory, cursing

All Characters are 18+

My Vow to You:

You remembered the day you were wedded to your husband. It was one of the most treasured days between both the Crimson and Golden Tribes. A day so powerful and glorious in meaning that it was named the Holy Matrimony of the era.

That day, two of the most powerful tribes in the nation joined in hand to rule. Their people prospered, their land grew rich, their army went by the hundreds, and best of all, this would happen out of true love.

There was no contract—no arrangement. The only reason the two tribes had encountered was to trade. When you and Katsuki had first met during the primary meeting, the next day, he brought you his most precious stone to begin courting. From then on, it was like destiny took ahold of the reigns. At the wedding, you wore it proudly upon the crest of your head.

The dress, the decorations, and the gifts were all beautiful, but nothing could compare to the sight of your groom. When the warriors parted, revealing his path to the alter, you almost forgot how to walk.

Matching ceremonial tattoos were painted across his bare arms and chest. He stood tall under the weight of precious stones of ruby and gold and led the length of his white fur coat across the floor. And despite his heavenly appearance, his crimson eyes, full of love, regard, and dignity were what led your feet to stand before him.

Katsuki was as gorgeous as he was powerful. There was a moment of reverie between the two of you before you both kneeled, bowing your heads when the past Kings and Queens walked to the alter.

You remembered when you shared your vows, words of strength to affirm the sacred bond the two of you would never break. When you both spoke, each word was a threaded swear into the other’s heart. From that moment, you were not two, but one. You were no longer just a couple, but a union. Once the religious leaders had said their prayer, you two shared a kiss, anointing the other with the love you were ready to boundlessly give.  

That promise was seared into your heart. You would act on it every second you were married.

So, even as your guards worriedly rushed you into the infirmary, blood dripping from the open wounds on your body, you wickedly grinned in triumph. No one would be able to take this away from you.

Not that foreign king. Not his weak ass army. Not your worried parents.

And certainly not your raging husband.

“What the hell were you thinking? Damn it, Aurea*! You could’ve been killed!” he roared.

Honestly, he looked worse for wear. If it wasn’t the dark circles underneath his eyes, it was the obvious stiffness in his neck. Apparently, he had been at your bedside every minute during your three-day coma. He was worried to say the least. Bless his heart.

You tried to lighten the mood with a smile. “Aww, you do care. How kind of you, my beau~”

Evidently, the joke wasn’t appreciated. Katsuki’s face soured into an expression only a mother could love. His eye twitched and the guards winced.

“You want me to put you back in your shitty coma?”

“Bakugo, I’m fine,” you sighed, relenting to the seriousness of the situation. “I know you’re worried, but I made it out. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“That’s beside the point!” he snapped. Perhaps you wouldn’t have felt so attacked if it weren’t for the harsh glare he gave you. “I told you the Black Fleet was dangerous and yet you still acted foolishly! If Kirishima hadn’t found you—“

“I endangered no one—“

“No one but yourself, and that’s what you fail to understand!”

Despite your conscious telling you to calm down, his scolding got the better of you. And your temper rose like an ugly beast. “And if it were for the safety of you and any one of our people, I’d do it again; because when they threatened to put your head on a platter, it was personal! I won’t be scolded like a child for doing my duties as Queen!”

In better circumstances, Bakugo would’ve treaded lightly. He would’ve empathized with your sentiment. However, he had done nothing but stare at your bloody bandages and bruises for the past three days and his patience with just about everything ran thin.

“And I’m doing mine as King! If I tell you to stay away, what I fucking say goes!”

“I don’t know what kind of women you dealt with before me, but if you think that you can just order me around like some bitch, you’ve chosen the wrong woman to marry,” you seethed.

Bakugo’s furious scream thundered the hall and the guards jumped as his fist hit the wall. “ARGH! FUCK Y/N! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!?”

The use of your personal name in the presence of guards made you reel. Now he was just being disrespectful.

“YOU ARE NOT MY MASTER!” you shouted.

His eyes glowed with rage as he grew in size, a feat that would’ve sent anyone running. “NO, BUT I AM YOUR HUSBAND!” he boomed.

Your eyes turned to blood and fangs shot out from your lips as you roared, “AND I AM YOUR WIFE!”

Katsuki tried to subdue you with an intimidating growl, abnormally large canines bared towards you. However, you only matched it with your own. There was an intense moment between you two as your energies nearly bubbled over. However, one of the nurses at your bedside reminded you of your injuries.

“Please, my queen. If you’re not careful, you could reopen your wounds,” they softly spoke.

The gentle hand on your abdomen reminded you of the ache. You winced and sighed away the sizzling anger as you were led back into the comfort of the cot. The weight of your husband’s glare fell upon you for a moment more before he frustratingly blew out of his nose and turned on his heel, out the door.

Once the door slammed shut, you rolled your eyes. If he wanted to throw a tantrum, then so be it.

“Ungrateful brat,” you muttered. Just then, a sharp pain shot up your leg from one of the nurses changing your bandages. “Ow!”

They shrunk back and gave you a shy smile. “My apologies, your highness,” they giggled.

Despite your sour attitude, you just huffed a laugh from your nostrils. “Careful there,” you sighed. They ducked their head again in slight embarrassment and went back to tending to your wound with a softer hand.

The silence gently settled in the air as the atmosphere returned to its once lax state. When the nurses had finished patching you up and left you and the guards stationed in your room, you found yourself finally able to process the harsh exchange of words between you and your husband.

You couldn’t believe he would just order you around like that! Talking to you as if he didn’t know the type of woman he had been married to for the last five years. And to use your first name in the presence of non-family members? Mitsuki would have his head if she knew!

Regardless of that, you thought back to when you two truly lost your cool and frowned. You hated acting out of character, especially in front of a crowd, but you couldn’t help it. His words were an insult to your pride and abilities.

He was being ridiculous. You were the Dragon King and Queen, damn it. The fiercest rulers the earth would know, governing over two tribes with armies that sent shivers down their enemy’s spines at the mention of your name. And just as their people stood strong, their leaders were stronger, and that meant protecting their honors to no bounds.  

When the enemy sent your kingdom a severed head of a deceased warrior as a threat to have Bakugo’s next, there was nothing left to be said. You saw your chance to humble your foe and took it. And you succeeded. That should’ve garnered celebration, not a dispute.

You carefully turned on your side and noted your crown with the lone jewel he gifted you before you courted. Memories of your spoken vows ran across your mind and reinforced the stubbornness in your heart. You remembered the way his eyes, brighter than any precious stone, glowed with pride and love as he swore his life over to protect you by any means necessary.

You could still feel the warm squeeze he gave your hands when you repeated those same words back to him.

So if it was an apology he wanted, then tough luck. You wouldn’t apologize for defending his honor.

Not when you knew he’d do the same for you.

[vina-writes]

This is shamelessly inspired by this post and @xx-thedarklord-xx’s editions lol

(i)

Ron considers himself an honest man. He’s just trying to sneak into the armoury. It’s straightforward theft, simple and respectable, if not particularly elegant. It also shouldn’t be all that challenging, considering he’s been a castle scullion for two months; he knows the gatehouse inside and out. He’s clocked the guard changes. He’s even tested the doors— the southern entrance has the weakest lock.

That’s why Ron also considers himself a smart man— nay, a prepared man. He’s thought ahead, and feels ever so valiant and debonair as he sneaks down the stone corridors. Which is why he’s surprised to turn the corner and find two guards leaning against opposite sides of the door he’s itching to get his mitts on.

“Er.” Ron glances between the two of them.

“Good evening,” one says. He doesn’t look all that strong for a guard, and for a second Ron wonders if running might be worth the hassle of potentially getting beaten to a pulp.

“Right.” The second brushes his hands off on his trousers and pushes off the wall. “I’ll be having that, then,” he nods at Ron’s lock-pick. “And it’d be helpful if you could hold out your wrists for me.”

“Er,” Ron says again. Perhaps Hermione had been right to laugh at his self-proclaimed titles. ‘Prepared’ doesn’t fit into this scenario all that well.

“Wait just a minute.” The first guard straightens. “This is perfect timing. I’d say we let him go if he solves our little dilemma.”

“There’s no dilemma, Draco—”

Draco, however, doesn’t seem to agree. “Are you good with riddles, Thief?” He says.

“Here we go,” his companion mutters. Draco ignores him and eyes Ron expectantly.

“Er—” then, because Ron is smart and suave and prepared, he settles on “—yes?”

“Excellent. Now— one of us tells the truth. The other only tells lies.” 

Ron stares at him. “That’s the riddle.”

“Yes.” Draco lifts his hand to inspect his fingernails. “Go on then. Which of us looks like a filthy little liar to you? Is it my innocent, slighted, scorned self, or is it that slimy bastard who’s skulking in the corner?”

“Fucking hell, Draco, I said I was sorry—”

“Not sorry enough, Harry, considering you made me wait three sodding hours in the rain only for me to find out you were keeping the kitchen girls company.” Ron’s getting the feeling he’s bitten off significantly more than he can chew. 

“It was an accident! I forgot!”

“Good thing to know I’m that forgettable.”

“You’re not— argh!” Harry turns and kicks the wall in apparent frustration. Oh, Ron definitely doesn’t want to be a part of whatever this is. He starts inching his way back down the hall, cursing himself for thinking he could ever be sneaky. Fred and George were right. 

“Hold it!” Draco barks at him. “You’re not going anywhere until you settle this.”

“What do you want him to say?” Harry throws his arms up. “That you’re right and I’m perpetually wrong? That I’m the bane of your existence and I should cower in the face of your fury?”

“That would be a nice start, yes.”

“I’ve already bloody done that!” 

“Well, since you’re a rotten liar, I’m not particularly inclined to believe you.”

Ron has to hand it to Draco— he’s maintaining a terrifying aura of icy nonchalance that would put Hermione to shame.

“What do you want from me?” Harry wails. “Roses? Jewels? For me to tattoo ‘I’m sorry’ on my arse and proclaim that I love you in the town square?”

Well, shit. Point to Harry. Ron imagines Draco’s thinking so too, from the way his pale cheeks have turned an unattractive shade of red. Harry doesn’t look much better. He seems to have realized what he’s admitted. Ron’s banking on it being a secret. 

It’s all rather awkward from there.

“You— you do?” Draco asks.

“Er.” Harry says. “Um. Yes. Yeah, I do.” 

“Oh.” Draco fidgets. “Me too.”

“Just kiss him,” Ron groans.

Harry does. It’s passionate, and emotional, and— kind of gross, from where Ron’s standing. He gives them a few moments before fleeing down the corridor at top speed.

There’s nothing quite like that to set a man on the straight and narrow.

[thunderpot]

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 4.2 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 & 9

“So how about this? Early 2000s, very stylish, a bit of an Interview with the Vampire flair but with a tad more decadence.”

“Uh..I have no idea what you’re talking about-”

“You’re right, how about we do something more momma’s boy, maybe?”

“Shippou this is kinda…”

“Okay, okay, tough crowd you are I see.” The fox would change his glamour again and then try very badly to hold a laugh “This is…”

“What? Let me see!”

“Oh god, Inu--”

Inuyasha snapped the hand mirror Shippou was trying to hide from him just to see himself and throw it back at his friend:

“I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU, YOU BRAT!!!”

Shippou laughed, half running around in his room

“SHE WILL LOVE YOUR NEW STYLE INUYASHA WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!”

“Undo it!!”

“ARGH ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!” He stopped, hands raised “Sit up, I’ll make things ok this time, normie” 

Inuyasha showed him a finger before sitting down and seeing shippou grab his new necklace

“Shouldn’t this leaf go on my head?”

“This is the 21st century, everyone would notice a leaf on top of your head- Specially a silver one like yours. So turn into a necklace and ta-da! Insta-fashion.” The ‘poof’ would happen shortly after and inuyasha would look at himself in the mirror again. “So? What do you think? I’m amazing, just say it!”

“This is.. Certainly different. Do you think she’ll..?”

“Just go, dogboi! I can’t hide all your features though, so those tattoos of yours will stay. Watch out not to flash them too much in public, eh?”

And with a nod, Inuyasha left.

----------

It had been a couple days since she had seen the cute dog in the park at night, but Kagome had soon forgotten about it. The university had been quite demanding; she had another paper to deliver in a couple of days, and that was all she could think about, the white-haired guy starting to fade away from her mind.

“Don’t forget to check out our sales tasting! The best cheese and the best sausages for a fraction of the price, only this week!” said the voice on the speakers while Kagome made her way to the  vegetables section.

She had been neglecting her own diet thanks to all the crunch hours needed to write the papers, but now that she had a bit of time, a properly cooked meal instead of instant ramen felt like a small blessing. The place was so full, however, that Kagome honestly questioned whether she’d ever be able to get out of the place after having gotten in.

“Some stuffed bell peppers sound good..they look pretty today, too” She casually checked out on her phone the ingredients for a recipe Sango gave her a while ago. She needed wine, some beans, tomatoes, peppers, onions and a couple extras for seasoning that she had at home. 

Grabbing a plastic bag to put her choosings, she was almost done when an old lady bumped into her, making her drop the bag as she bumped into someone else too.

“Oh I am so sorry!” She said as she quickly crouched to grab her poor vegetables. At least most of them were still safe inside the bag.

“Ah, let me help you out with that.” the voice came right in front of her. It was beautiful and kinda deep, probably the person she bumped into. 

“No, no, that’s ok I can--” Her voice died down quickly as she felt something like a small static shock when her hand inadvertently touched the other person’s “Ah..” 

And then she looked up.

“Such a waste, these looked very fine. At least the majority is still intact...”

“Damn, he’s hot.”

The guy gave out a small laugh.

“Aren’t we all, on such a hot day.”

Kagome’s face went as red as one of the bell peppers inside the bag. Did she say that out loud!?

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to--! Oh wow, way to embarrass myself.. I’m so sorry!” 

She looked everywhere now, except to the guy, that made no case of it, helping her out with the bag. And only when they were standing again did she quickly remove the hand she kept on top of his.

“Uh- I, hum.. Thank you.” She was mortified. God, she just found a cute guy and she had to embarrass herself like that. At least Sango wasn’t there to laugh at her face for the next 20 years.

“No worries. Cya around.” He said as he turned to go away, and only then Kagome finally had the courage to take a good look at him, her face still burning like wildfire.

“Cya...” He was big alright. Yes, he was. Hot, that was a good word for it. But his most striking feature was probably the silver-ish hair. She had seen that before. There was something about him..What were the colors of his eyes again? 

“Wait!” -She pulled his sleeve without thinking, revealing  two, maybe three rounds of tattoos on his right arm, to absolute horror of another old lady that was passing by, and a small curse of an old man doing his groceries. 

She had seen that before, for sure. Maybe she WAS going crazy. As he turned to face her she could see, for a split second, a shimmer before his amber eyes looked back at her. Oh god.

There was a multitude of white-everythings bumping into her, finding their way to her. There was something obvious missing, but that was no coincidence, was it?

“Ah, I’m sorry but hum.. I’m Higurashi Kagome. What is your name again?”

It looked like the guy took a split second decision before gently taking his sleeve out of her hand and covering his arm again, answering her with a small, unreadable smile.

“Nice to meet you, Higurashi. I’m Inuyasha.”

Shit.

[gallavictorious]

Seven Days left~ Give us 7 favorite Shameless moments

One day late – whoops! Sorry about that, sweet nonnie; this was the most delightful ask and I was very stoked to get it. ❤️❤️❤️

Disclaimer: I misread the question because I’m a dumbass and went for Gallavich moments. My bad. :o These are seven of my favourite moments, by the way: I just can't decisively pick my ultimate top seven. Also put them down in chronological order rather than in order of how fond of them I am, because it'd would've been too hard to do otherwise.

4x08: “You coming back?” This scene is quite uncomfortable, what with Ian's demand for blowjobs and Mickey's obvious (though temporary) discomfort, but I think that's what has me returning to it again and again (and what has had me writing one very long meta and a fic about it). It represents a shift in their dynamic, with Ian claiming some power in the relationship for himself, and even though it is uncomfortable, it's fascinating to see – and needed to happen for them to work in the long term (even if it maybe didn't need to happen like that – but then again, it's just so in character for both of them, however messed up?). The look Lip and Mickey exchanges after Ian's “relationship issues” never fails to get to me either, and I think it's important to note that Lip makes sure that Ian is okay with the situation and then he leaves them to it; he doesn't try to interfere or dissuade Ian. I keep wondering what that means to Mickey, having Lip – who's certainly not a friend at that point – know about him, and about him and Ian, and not really caring beyond making sure his baby brother is okay? I kind of think that maybe Lip and Mandy both showing Mickey that they're aware of the situation but not making a big deal out of it is really fucking important – people can know he's gay without it having to be a thing and without the world ending. Terry is a horrible outlier.

4x11: “Just wondering if we're a couple or not.” Maybe it's the mutual manhandling, maybe it's them trying to negotiate and sort out the current dynamics of their relationship. There's so much tension and so many layers here, history lingering, even as they're both fond and playful: lots to unpack. Damngoodcoffee once noted that Ian almost looks scared when Mickey pushes him to the bed, and I haven't been able to unsee that since, or to forget that the last time Ian pushed Mickey to verbalize the truth of their relationship Mickey kicked him in the face. I also love love love the lead up with Carl and Ian, “do you love Mickey?” – “I like how he smells.” Please take note of Mickey washing his hands: the dirtiest white boy in American is an example to penis pee:ers everywhere.

5x08: “Sorry I'm late.” Ian's surprise, and the look of hesitant wonder as Mickey shows up and moves to lie down next to him, like he can't quite believe that Mickey is really there, that he actually came. Mickey's quiet apology, no excuses or explanations about how he needed some time to deal (which, you know, it's very fair for him to need); he's there for Ian now, putting his own fears and pain and needs to the side to be what (he thinks) Ian needs him to be. That admittedly doesn't work out great for either of them in the end, but still, in this moment, it is what they both desperately crave: to just have each other and find shelter in the other's arms. Ungh. That gentle kiss to Ian's hair, how Ian finally relaxes and reaches up to grasp Mickey's wrist, holding on. It breaks my heart and soothes me, all at the same time.

10x07: Domestic bitches. Probably the scene I've tag ranted about the most, because I. Love. It. To. Pieces. Ian's so glad to be back in a place where he feels at home and can be useful by doing important stuff like picking up shampoo and shit for Mickey (in prison, I think he was acutely aware of them being on Mickey's turf and him feeling a bit not comfortable with being the one in need of protection?) and he's so damned happy that he gets to be here with Mickey. Gets to help him out and playfully slap his ass and kiss his cheek and squeeze his titty and just love him and be with him. And Mickey, being completely unconcerned about this display in front of Sandy; in fact he seems to adore being so obviously claimed and loved and wanted, and that's such a huge shift from the boy who was once terrified by the idea of letting Ian kiss him even in private. Argh. Just. Them being domestic bitches and loving it – and each other – so fucking much. They're giddy with it here and it makes my heart swell.

10x10: “When you know, you know. Right?” I have an absurd weakness for Ian being petty, and Mickey really had it coming here, so. You know. Allow me an evil chuckle. The Byron of it all is an unwelcome distraction (and Mickey gritting out “the love of my life” makes me cringe so hard every single time), but then I look at the absolute glee in Ian's eyes when he realizes that Mickey is going to a hipster concert and yeah, this is Kee's shriek of delight. Mickey looks very good in his shirt and with the hair and the cigarette, and that's always an easy sell with me. (He also looks so uncomfortable with Ian finding out about the concert but, again, he kind of had it coming.) Aah. Ian's certainly not the only petty character on the show, but it just looks better on him than on anyone else. He's got it down.

11x10: “Hit my husband again, I'll fucking kill you.” Mickey isn't even in this scene, and still. I didn't expect Ian to take such a firm stance on this (considering that Lip is his brother and Mickey was not innocent in the fight) but maybe that's why I love it so much? I swear, the jolt I felt when hearing it for the first time, it nigh on knocked me over. “My husband” Ian says, making a point of emphasising the nature of his relationship to Mickey; the Gallaghers generally strike me as having a general expectation of putting birth family above partners when push comes to shove. Fiona certainly did for a long while, and though Lip's kind of screwing his siblings over to create the life he wants with Tami and Fred this season, I think he still sees the sibling group as Ian's primary unit, and Ian wants to remind him that this isn't the whole truth anymore. Also, protective!Ian is glorious. (I love me some brothers on the porch, so even without this line, this is a great scene. But with it – holy mother of God, I've been slain. I'd feel embarrassed about the number of times I played it on repeat the next day, but I'm too old for that shit.)

11x11: Intro Speaking of protective!Ian... I'm sorry, there's just no arguing with the aftercare vibes and I don't even know how to process that properly. Mickey's a little out of it, seems like, since he's rather slow to respond to the intrusion and displays none of his usual intiative and agression, whereas Ian is very quick to shift from gazing lovingly at Mickey to chasing us out with a determination and anger usually reserved for Frank. I mean, how else would you explain it? (And okay, it's an intro and breaking the fourth wall, so speculating about when it happens in canon is of course foolish, but I'm just saying that they're in their new flat with very little furniture still so it has to happen around the time of the last episode but I very much doubt they played around like this when everything was so weird between them so probably not between 11x10 and 11x11, but say they got back to their place after their reconciliation on their old bed and just kept on reaffirming their bond in all possible ways? Yes? Yes.)

Special mention: 10x06 Deleted Bathroom Scene. Mickey is looking fine as fuck – please, do wear black tanks more often, I am begging you, Mick – and his eyebrow game is in excellent shape, and then we have Ian seeing to his wounds (be still my heart) and pulling at his hair when Mickey's just a shade too bratty and Mickey's little look of 'okay sure I had that coming' and I'm sorry, but I am dead now. Deceased. Only two things detract from this otherwise perfect scene: Ian's titties tattoo on prominent and unfortunate display, and the confusion about whether or not Mickey didn't even learn the simplest Spanish words during his stint in Mexico.

So, that's me. I could just as easily have picked seven completely different moment, but I do love all of these very much.

[darkpersonapeace]

1, 14, 21 for the fic ask game 😉

Hey babe! Let's do this 💕

Since the questions are similar to the other ask, I'll give different answers haha

1- favorite fic you wrote this year

Two of my favorite! you drew stars around my scars (who would have guessed huh? hahaha) I absolutely adore this fic and the story, I still can't believe I wrote such a good kissing scene for Ed and Winry. And your ever kind heart I know it's not such a amazing fic that many people read, but I love that story so much! I love the angst, Ed and Izumi's relationship, Winry's scare, Ed's internal monologue. Argh, it's my baby

14 - a fic you didn’t expect to write

I've mentioned tattoo artist Ed, because it's sooo true, I never saw that one coming, but of all the love I have (half it was you who gave it to me) was quite a surprise too, I wrote the first part in two hours because I had a silly idea but the reaction was so great that I just sat down and wrote the continuation, I truly never expected to write friends with benefits Edwin haha

21 - most memorable comment/review

Oh, this is a hard question. Hmmmm, there are two memorable comments I've received and both of them are on the same idea. One person commented "Your understanding of these characters is so perfect. Is quite strange to come across a fic that feels so loyal to the characters personalities." and honestly I lost it a little because, oh my God, that is always my main concern whenever writing canon, to be loyal to the characters and understand their pain and motives while writing them. Still, to this day, I think about this comment whenever I think I'm a shit writer.

And the second one was very recently, when someone said it "i've heard the phrase "pouring their heart out in their work" before, but i never really understood it until i came across your writing style." and again, ADSAHDUAHS holy shit, did I lose it, like, yes, yes! I do put my heart out in my stories but I never imagined someone to notice that. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I teared up on the elevator because of this comment. It made my whole fucking year.

thank you so much babe!! This has been so much fun ❤️

[woodchoc-magnum]

911:Lone Star 2x05 Hate Watch

Better late than never, hate under the cut:

Honestly it took me a week to build up to watching this bullshit.

She’s really pregnant huh

Why have they chosen to do this? Judd and Grace are literally RIGHT THERE

Does every storyline on this show have to revolve around Rob Lowe?

911:Rob Lowe

Paul’s a man after my own heart with his hatred of aoili

Aoili is BULLSHIT

Guardian Angle okay that’s comedic gold

Do you think Ronen knows he’s a terrible actor or he genuinely believes he’s good at it

Are they on a call WITHOUT ROB LOWE?

But who will DO EVERYTHING AT THE EMERGENCY

HOW CAN THEY MANAGE ON THEIR OWN

Oh SHIT Grace’s DAD well well well

I love these people who hide behind the Bible as if it cleanses them of all their sins

Married for 35 years wow SIR okay you’re a real piece of work

And your wife and daughter are too damn good for you

“My favourite son-in-law” you motherfucker

Mateo’s tattoo is 10/10 hilarious

I like Marjan so much

I am not one of those women who has ever felt clucky towards children, and shows like this make it seem like it’s all women want in the whole entire world - and it’s just NOT

Like it doesn’t make you any less of a woman not to have kids

I have no idea how old Gwen is meant to be - I do not understand why they’ve given this storyline to Rob Lowe

She’s meant to be the love of his life and they’re not communicating? Doesn’t bode well, just saying

Also again this show has completely forgotten there’s a pandemic going on

Austin is the best music scene in the country? Nashville? No?

Okay this is actually a really great emergency

Oh shit this dude is fucking IMPALED

Okay now I’m CRYING what the FUCK

Look honestly this show sucks but they do really tug at your heartstrings god damn it

Honestly I feel like Mateo could easily get this tattoo fixed?

And then Rob Lowe comes back on the screen and the show just fucking flatlines again

Okay he’s meant to be 50 but how the fuck old is she?

This is so fucking dumb - they had a storyline with these two trying to get back together, why complicate it with a pregnancy? fucking WHY?

You know they cast Lisa Edelstein because we’re supposed to care about her character, which is why they couldn’t cast a random

I actually love Judd so much

He would do ANYTHING for Grace

They’re the best characters on this show

Oh my god Grace coming in with the SAVE

I saw gifs of this scene on Tumblr but for some reason I didn’t realise it was in this episode?

The emergencies in this episode are REALLY GOOD

So much better than last week

Grace dropping hints like crazy and the chick just fucking FLYING off the balcony 10/10

Damn that was actually great

Oh shit she figured out that Judd was lying

God damn TEAPOT ENVY

Okay I guess they’re having this baby and why do I think it’s going to end badly

Told you they’d be able to fix that tattoo easily

Argh Judd and Grace AAARGH no ANGST babies no

Okay so overall this episode was pretty good, there was much less TK - god, he was hardly in it, they should do more of that - and the emergencies were both really compelling as well...

Fuck it, I’m feeling generous! 5/10

Bonus Eddie Diaz:

[dawninlatin]

Haste

A Feysand Modern AU One Shot

Words: 4433

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Summary: Feyre comes back home after quitting college and breaking up with her boyfriend. During a night out, she starts seeing her friend Rhys in a new light. (Warning: There is some smut by the end)

The title comes from the song “Haste” by RY X, and if you wanna vibe, I suggest you go listen to it:)

A/N: Sorry for how long this note is, guess I had a lot to say, lol. This is actually the first fic I ever wrote, but I wanted to repost it, because I had only posted the AO3 link before, and wasn’t happy with that format. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my amazing followers and readers!<3 

When reading through this fic, there were so many things I wanted to change, (like, why did I think it was a good idea to have every other word written in italics?? And I’m so sorry for the cheesy dialogue and suuuuper long paragraphs...), but I decided to keep it as it was, because it shows how far I’ve come from that day in February where I sat up half the night writing, thinking that no one would ever read this, because my English wasn’t good enough, and my writing wasn’t good enough. 

Yet I still posted it, and the response I got was more than I ever expected! This, along with all the other response I’ve gotten on all my other fics, has helped me so much with my writing, but more importantly, has helped me become the person I am today. So thank you so much, to everyone who takes the time to read, to everyone who likes, and reblogs, and leaves comments, and keep encouraging me! Thank you to all you wonderful people I have gotten to know on this app, tumblr has become a second home for me! From the bottom of my heart, I love y’all!<3<3<3

This was not how Feyre had pictured her night. Had she been the one to decide, it would consist of greasy pizza, a bottle of tequila and some crappy rom-com. Feyre had gotten as far as scrolling through Netflix in search for one, when her best friend Mor walked in the door of the apartment and declared that Feyre better get her ass of that couch, take a fucking shower and put on some decent clothing, because they were going out.

Feyre hadn’t felt like she was in the right position to protest; it was Mor’s couch she’d been occupying for the past week after all. Had it been a week already? she wondered. A week since Feyre had finally broken up with her asshole boyfriend Tamlin and then jumped on a bus to California, because the only person in the world she wanted to be with then was Mor. She had felt the need to share this victory with the only person that could always make her feel better. Of course, the high had ended as soon as she stood on Mor’s doorstep, where she had taken one look at her best friend and turned into a sobbing mess. That was about how she had spent the following week as well. She didn’t want to cry over the bastard, but he had been part of her life for the past two years, and she had loved him. Once.

So instead of spending the night on Mor's couch, wallowing in self pity, Feyre now found herself standing in the middle of a dance club crowded with drunk, sweaty people, playing way too loud music - the blinking lights making her dizzy. She had borrowed one of Mor’s dresses - and though this was considered modest in Mor’s eyes - she found herself constantly pulling at the black fabric, not comfortable with how much thigh it showed off.

Feyre scanned the room, trying to find her friend, and as she was about to declare the task impossible, she eyed a red dress and a head of blond curls. Mor was elbowing her way through the crowd, drinks in hand, accompanied by two men Feyre recognized. The tall, muscular one with shoulder-length, dark hair and a cocky smirk was Cassian, and the slightly shorter one with a shy smile was Azriel.

As they approached her, Cassian went in for a one-armed hug. «It’s good to see you Feyre!» He grinned at her, and she found herself grinning back despite her unhappy mood earlier. She really had missed these people.

«Hi Feyre, you look well!» Feyre looked up to see Azriel smiling at her, accompanied by an awkward wave. He was more of the quiet, observing type of guy, but that was exactly what Feyre liked so much about him. He was quiet, yes, but the silence was never uncomfortable.

«You as well, Azriel.» She smiled back at him, then turned towards Mor, who handed her a drink.

«Don’t look so shy Feyre. You look amazing tonight!» Mor winked at her, then gestured to the rest of the club. «You should have seen all the guys eyeing you when we walked in. Actually…if you hadn’t been my best friend, and straight-» she made a disappointed face at that, which made their whole group laugh, including Feyre, «-I totally would have slept with you.» Feyre laughed even more at that, but Mor was right. She felt good tonight. Sexy, even. She felt something she hadn’t felt in a long way. She was excited for what the night - the future - would bring.

«I might not wanna sleep with you, but I think that brunette at the bar wants to.» Feyre nodded her head towards the young woman ogling her friend.

«Hell yes!» Mor exclaimed. She put her arms around Feyre and Azriel’s shoulders. «Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna get laid!»

«Cheers to that!» Cassian laughed, lifting his drink. As Feyre sipped hers, she felt light, almost giddy, with excitement and joy. At the same moment, she noticed someone was missing from their small gathering. Rhys.

She couldn’t fathom how she hadn’t noticed before. Mor’s annoying cousin was difficult to ignore whenever he was present. The prick always teased, always came with innuendos, or witty remarks. He had the biggest ego Feyre had ever encountered. Still, Feyre found herself to be missing Rhysand’s snarky comments and their never-ending banter. Before she had time to stop herself, she spoke the sentence: «Hey guys, where’s Rhys?»

Cassian wiggled his eyebrows at her, but she chose to ignore him. «He’s coming later. Had to work overtime» Mor answered. Feyre nodded, before quickly switching the subject over to their plans for the rest of the summer.

-

As soon as they had some alcohol in their blood, Feyre and her small group of friends moved on to the dance floor. Feyre was jumping around, singing along to whatever song they were blasting, joking and laughing with Mor and Cassian, teasing Azriel for not wanting to join them. They looked like idiots, but they were happy idiots. She could feel the heavy bass in her whole body, along with her beating heart. She was so, so happy . Happier than all of last year combined. Hell, she hadn’t been this happy since high school, when she, Mor, Cassian, Azriel, even Rhys, had been together almost every day. Always laughing, joking. But that had been before Tamlin, and before she had been stupid enough to move halfway across the country for college.

Feyre scolded herself for thinking about Tamlin again. The point of tonight was to forget him. To have fun. And she was having fun, and she was happy. So happy that at any moment she could grow wings and disappear into the night. She had no worries. No worries of the home she had left behind, or college, or her ex-boyfriend, or what tomorrow would bring. She was here, now, and she felt fucking amazing.

Feyre heard Cassian greet someone, and turned just in time to meet a pair of shockingly blue eyes. Rhys. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest, and she found herself not being able to look away. He held her gaze, refusing to be the first to break eye contact. Feyre didn’t know if it was the lights, the music, the alcohol, the warm summer night, still young and full of possibilities, or the feeling of finally being free, but it was as if she was seeing him for the first time.

Had he always been this handsome? she asked herself, taking in his lean, muscular form, his tight-fitting jeans, the white shirt opened just enough to show off the tattoos swirling across his chest. She stared at his sharp jawline, his soft lips, his eyes, so blue they were practically glowing, his dark, messy hair. Oh, how she wanted to run her fingers through his hair.

A cough from Mor made Feyre tear her eyes away at last. I must be drunker than I thought , she mused. This was Rhys she was thinking about. The man who annoyed her to no end. The man who was known for his many hook-ups and one night stands and flirts and just- argh.

«How nice of you to finally show up,» Cassian said as he threw an arm around Rhys’ shoulder and handed him a drink. Rhys made a comment that had Cassian roaring with laughter, but Feyre didn’t hear what it was, because Rhys was looking at her with such an intensity that it made her insides tingle. Stop it, she thought. You had a boyfriend just a week ago.

«Hey Feyre. It’s good to see you again.» Rhys smiled at her, but it wasn’t his usual cocky smirk. It almost looked a little sad. Feyre suddenly found the floor very interesting, not being able to keep herself from blushing or biting her lip. She could feel his eyes on her. Burning. Then Mor shouted «Who wants shots?», and the moment was over.

-

The night went on. They drank, they danced, they talked about college and hook-ups and high school. Feyre almost wanted to cry at the feeling of how familiar it all was. She had been afraid that her moving to Boston would change everything - and it had, for a little while - but she was back now, and everything was normal. Except for Rhys, maybe. Something had definitely changed between the two of them.

Gone was the teasing and never-ending banter. In its place was something brand new. They hadn’t said anything to one another except for pleasantries for the entirety of the evening, but Feyre caught him staring at her constantly, with this sad, longing look in his eyes. And to be honest, she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off of him either.

Right now, they were all sitting at the bar, watching Cassian stick his tongue down the throat of some random blonde on the dance floor. Mor suddenly stood up, announcing she was gonna go try her luck with the woman she had been flirting with all night.

«Come on, Azriel. You’re gonna be my wingman.» His protest died on his lips as More pulled him after her.

All there was left, was Feyre and Rhys. Not able to meet each others eyes.

But Feyre was feeling brave this night. It might have been the alcohol, or the still-lingering high of having broken up with the asshole that had made her life miserable for the past year. She muttered a quiet «fuck it», downed her drink, stood up, and looked her friend straight in the eyes. «Do you wanna dance?»

Rhys’s face was lit up by a bright smile. «I thought you’d never ask, Feyre darling.» Her insides warmed at the familiar nickname, and she found herself smiling just as brightly. Rhys took her hand, leading her to the dance floor, where some old EDM shit was playing.

Feyre didn’t care about the bad music, or the bright lights, or the sweat coating her body. She was here with Rhys. His body was so close now, and she could smell his all-familiar scent of citrus and sea.

She lost track of how long they danced. None of them were any good at it, but they were laughing and having fun. Feyre felt 17 again, jumping around, sweaty and drunk, but happy. «God, I missed this!» she exclaimed, grinning at Rhys, just as the fast rhythms and heavy bass switched over to a slow ballad.

Hesitantly, Feyre glanced at Rhys, suddenly feeling shy and unsure. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question. She understood what he meant immediately, and nodded, biting her lip. Rhys stepped closer, and put his arms around her waist. She placed hers around his neck, swaying along with the music.

She looked at the man in front of her. Really looked at him this time. How had she not noticed before, how strikingly beautiful he was? His sharp angles, kissable lips, silky hair, the blue eyes she could get lost in if she stared for too long. Said eyes were taking in her just as intensely at the moment.

«You are so beautiful tonight, Feyre.» His voice was hoarse, laced with restraint. Feyre felt a longing, deep within herself. She wanted to tell him he was beautiful too, wanted to kiss him, wanted to cry, wanted to just leave, wanted to stay in his arms forever. She wanted to be his.  She did neither, couldn’t find the courage to do so.

Instead, she stepped closer, and pressed her forehead against his, feeling his strained breath against her lips. Everything around them disappeared. The world narrowing down to the two of them, together, forehead against forehead, in the midst of a warm night in June.

Then the song ended, and the moment was over. Feyre stepped back, but she continued to hold his gaze. Rhys looked towards the exit. «Come, I wanna show you something.» He grabbed her hand, and then he was leading her through the crowd. They walked past Mor, who muttered a «fucking finally!» that made them both chuckle.

Outside, they were surrounded by warm, summer air, a chill breeze running over their exposed skin. Rhys looked at Feyre with mischief in his eyes. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

«What exactly was it that you wanted to show me?» she asked, not being able to hide her curiosity.

«You’ll see, just trust me.» Rhys looked giddy with excitement. He was bouncing on his feet now. «Follow me, we don’t wanna miss it.» Then he started walking. Fast.

«Miss what?» Feyre shouted after him, but he didn’t answer. Rhys just kept on walking, and she struggled to keep up with him. «I have shorter legs than you, remember? And I’m currently in heals, which puts me at an unfair disadvantage.» He stopped a few steps ahead, an amused look on his face.

«We have to wait a few minutes now,» he announced, all serious. Feyre looked around where they were standing, a few blocks away from the club. The whole city was sleeping. The sight of the quiet, empty streets bewitching.

Then a bright, yellow bus stopped in front of them. Also empty. She followed Rhys onto it, confusion growing more and more. «The bus? Where exactly are we going?»

The puzzled look on Feyre's face made him chuckle. «I swear, the mystery will be worth it once we get there. Now, we could have walked, but then we would miss it.» He must have seen the question forming on her lips, because he raised a finger. «And no, I still won’t tell you what it is.»

She rolled her eyes and muttered a quiet «prick». The nickname made him laugh, and she laughed with him, because Feyre hadn’t called him that since high school. It had been way too long since they’d been together like this. Still, under all the joking and laughing, there was an unfamiliar tension that hadn’t been there before.

-

After only five minutes, Rhys announced that they had reached their destination. He stepped out onto the street, and led Feyre towards a beach. The sight in front of her was breathtaking. The dark waves crashing against the sand, the sky - the nearing dawn making it a deep pink - birds flying over their heads, and Rhys, who had taken off his shoes and started walking towards the ocean. Feyre followed him, slipping out of her heels. The moment she felt the familiar California sand under her toes again, she laughed with joy. A rich and warm sound she hadn’t made in forever.

Rhys, who was standing in the water now, looked up at her, the same bright smile on his face. He waved at her to hurry up, and she walked the final steps to him. The sea was warm, and the salty smell of it was amazing. It was home. She looked towards the horizon, where the sun barely had begun to rise. Then she looked up at Rhys again.

«The sunrise. That’s what you wanted to show me.»  Rhys only nodded, before looking ahead of them. Feyre took in the sight again, and she felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wanted, no, she needed to paint.

Her thoughts were disturbed by Rhys, who was now sitting in the sand, jeans cuffed up to his knees. «Come sit with me, Feyre.» He patted the spot next to him.

Feyre stepped back and sat down, feeling the waves crash against her legs. She looked to Rhys, and said the only thing that could come to her mind with a playful smirk on her lips. «How did your dad take it when he found out his only son was gonna major in English, and not business?»

Rhys grimaced. «He was pissed at first, even threatened to write me out of his will, but he came around - eventually.» They chuckled at that, both knowing how angry Rhys’ father could get, but also how he always gave in when it came to his children. «How about you? How’s all the art stuff going?» Rhys asked, his eyebrows raised in question.

«Urgh,» Feyre cringed, «I dropped out in March, haven’t touched a paint brush since.» She should have been sad or ashamed when admitting that, but she felt good, knowing she had made the right choice. She had been miserable in Boston.

Rhys looked at her, concern lining his face. «That bad, huh?»

«What can I say? Boston sucked, and I would much rather be here, with you guys.» She grinned at him, and he grinned back.

«So you’re back for good now?» Feyre only nodded, turning back towards the rising sun.

The sight in front of her was hypnotizing. «I didn’t realize how much I’ve really missed home.» The words were out before she managed to think. Rhys only hummed quietly beside her. Seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Feyre turned towards him. His eyes were closed, a small smile on his lips. «What’s on your mind?» she wondered out loud.

Rhys opened his eyes then, and looked at her. «A thought for thought?» he suggested. She smiled at the reminder of the little game they used to play when they were younger. «I can begin,» he continued.

He looked towards the horizon again, taking a deep breath. «I’m thinking that when I walked into the club tonight, I was so happy to see you, because you were so happy. You were dancing and laughing and I thought that finally we had gotten our Feyre back. After you left for Boston, and after you met him, it was as if you disappeared.» Feyre tried to swallow the lump in her throat. He sounded wounded, almost. Did he really care about her that much?

«You visited, of course, but it was like a stranger had replaced you. You were a shell of who you once used to be. You stopped laughing, stopped making inappropriate jokes, and I missed you. God, I missed you so much.» Feyre felt like she might cry at his words, but she didn’t. All she did was stare ahead, and take his hand. She squeezed it, encouraging him to continue. He squeezed back.

«As I said, when I saw you tonight, I was sure we had gotten the old Feyre back. Mor told me what had happened in Boston - why you were back - and I was sure that everything would return to normal between us.» He took a break, clearly anxious of saying what was next.

«But everything isn’t back to normal. Something has changed. I can feel it, and I think you can too.» He looked at her now, that intense longing once again in his eyes. She met his gaze, and suddenly felt brave enough to say:

«I can feel the change too, yes, but I think it’s a good change.» Then she leaned in, and kissed him.

Rhys went completely still at first, and Feyre was afraid that she had misunderstood their conversation. Then he seemed to realize what was happening. He put one arm around her waist, the other tangling in her hair, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

His lips tasted salty, she thought, but sweet at the same time. She could get drunk on him alone. Feyre was breathless, and dizzy, but she decided this was the best feeling in the world.

She was kissing Rhys.

He pressed his tongue against her lips, and she opened up for him, moaning at the sensation. She put her hands in his hair, slightly pulling at it. The silky strands feeling soft in her fingers.

Kissing Rhys was everything, but at the same time it was not enough. She needed more. Needed to be closer, needed to feel more of him. She pulled away slightly, breathless, heart thundering, blood rushing in her ears. Rhys looked at her, just as breathless, a hungry gleam in his eyes. «How far is it to your place?» He only smirked in answer.

Rhys stood up, picking Feyre up with him. She laughed as he almost dropped her, then she wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn’t walk far before they reached a small house. Rhys put her down, pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.

Feyre marveled at the place as they stepped inside. It was small, but it was stunning. Large glass windows facing the ocean, green plants covering every available surface, and several over-filled bookshelves. She turned to look at Rhys, who had stopped in the doorway, staring at her taking in his place, surprise clearly written on her face. She took a step towards him. Then another. And another, until their mouths crashed together again.

Rhys moved his lips over her jaw, down her throat, her neck. Feyre moaned, struggling to get his shirt off fast enough, both minds clouded with lust and the haste to be as close together as possible. Skin to skin.

She finally managed to open the last button, pulling off the fabric. Feyre took in his muscled, tan chest and the many tattoos covering it. She leaned forward, and pressed her lips to the spot right above his heart. She could feel it hammering beneath his skin. She moved upwards, ghosting them over his collarbone, his neck, his throat, his jawline, then finally his lip.

Rhys grabbed her face, kissing her with such an intensity it made her dizzy. She was about to start fumbling with his belt when Rhys pulled away. «Are you sure you want this?» he asked, all out of breath, voice cracking, and Feyre would have thought his consideration and worry to be cute, had she not been so desperate to press her naked body against his. So she only nodded, and stepped back to pull her dress over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

That seemed to be the end of Rhys' restraint. He took a step towards her, grabbed her under her thighs, and hoisted her up so she was sitting with her legs around his waist. Feyre moaned at the feeling of him pressing against her, hard and ready, and she felt a warm throbbing between her own legs.

Feyre let out a breathy «why the hell do you still have pants on?» that made Rhys chuckle. She felt the sound moving through his whole body. He walked across the room, laid her down on the bed and quickly got rid of his pants. Feyre almost drooled at the sight of his large cock. She reached out a hand and stroked him through the thin fabric of his boxers. Rhys groaned at the feeling, and leaned over her, placing his mouth on one of her nipples.

It felt exquisite. Rhys, his wandering hands, her body tingling with sensation, his hot mouth on her skin. She needed more, more, more. Feyre pulled his cock free, and he kicked of his underwear. One of his hands reached the band of her own panties, a finger dipping into her core, then slowly circling her clit.

It was too much and not enough and she needed more. Rhys slid off her underwear, and all of a sudden there was nothing between them. «Do you have a condom?» Feyre didn’t know how she managed to form words at this point, but he reached behind her and grabbed one. Feyre took it and rolled it on him, while his mouth explored every inch of her breasts, and his hand slowly stroked the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

Feyre needed him inside her, now. She lined his cock up with her entrance, then she looked him in the eyes. He took her hint, slowly, oh so slowly, pushing himself in, not breaking eye contact.

Feyre moaned at the feeling of him filling her, widening her. He was thick and warm and it felt amazing. She pulled his mouth to hers, and he pressed his tongue inside her, filling her in two places. He pulled out slightly, then pushed in to the hilt this time. Rhys groaned at the sensation, his hand still drawing circles over her clit.

It felt so good, she was seeing stars. The wave inside her rising and rising with no end as Rhys picked up his pace, slamming to the hilt and hitting that magic spot every. damn. time.

Words like more or faster or deeper filled the warm air around them. Rhys buried his head between her shoulder and neck, moaning her name. Feyre felt her pussy clench around him, nearing that sweet, sweet edge. «Rhys, I need to…»

He seemed to understand what she meant, because he went even faster, fingers pressing down against her clit, and fuck it felt so good! His eyes met her eyes, his forehead pressed against her forehead, and she felt his words as a breath against her lips. «Come, Feyre.»

Those words pushed her over the edge immediately, wave crashing over her like nothing ever had before. It lasted a lifetime. That sweet, unending pleasure. She clenched around him again and again, until he started losing control, losing rhythm, and at last he came with her, groaning.

When it was over, the world around them went quiet. The sun was shining through the curtains, a new day beginning, Rhys collapsed on top of Feyre, stroking her disheveled hair away from her face. «That was…» she didn’t know how to end that sentence. She wanted to stay here with him forever. Just the two of them. Skin to skin.

Rhys looked at her, amusement coloring his face. «Intense?» he suggested. Feyre chuckled, tapping her fingers against his chest. He pulled out, turned on his back, taking her with him, so that she lay on his chest, ear placed right over his heart.

«I was gonna go with best sex of my life, but intense works too I guess.» He laughed at that. A warm, loud laughter that she could feel in her whole body. He kissed the top of her head, and pulled a blanked over them.

As Feyre lay there, feeling Rhys draw slow circles on her back, listening to the waves, letting the steady beat of his heart and the sound of his even breaths lull her to sleep, she knew that nothing would ever be the same after this night. She felt almost electric with excitement over what the rest of the summer would bring. One thing she was sure of, Rhys would be part of it.

[grapecaseschoices]

Small Detective Asks: Pierre Lin

1. What's their name and how do they look?

Pierre Lin. (My favorite PicCrew). He is over six-feet with an athletic, muscular build. He’s of E. Asian Descent (mainly Vietnamese). He’s often well dressed but in a simple yet stylish manner. His hair though cut short is a little long up top, so it falls in his eyes (though it starts the day perfectly styled!) His expression is serious but not harsh. He’s been known to shoot smiles and fond expressions, yes even in the work place.

2. Why did they join the police?

He joined for the structure and the rules. It is funny because he does have a lowkey impulsive streak and occasionally isn’t as by the book as he first comes off (he kept his coffee cup in the autopsy room scene; what a rebel! Whatever, it was cold). But overall, he’s a bit of that boy scoutTM stereotype. 

3. How did they get the promotion to detective and what do they think about it?

I honestly cannot remember but, surprisingly, he didn’t want it.

4. Can they handle blood/gore?

Yesssss …. Ish? He’s squeamish but he’ll breathe in / out through his mouth and do what he needs to do. 

5. How are they with people?

He’s pretty good with people. As I listed on his summary/stat page, his strongest stat is his friendliness. He is also strongly a team player. I see Pierre’s approach to be very sympathetic. It’s bleeding heart but make it reserved. He wants to do the Right Thing. This is in the general sense. Specifically, in relationships, making friends -- he’s also reserved. He has teasing humor that peaks out and he tries to be easy but he’s no pushover. He prefers a peacekeeping / making diplomatic approach but if you’ve crossed a line he’s not quick to make allowances (ie, his current strain with Rebecca though they started strongly. They’re working on it.) He can be a little impatient with people who exasperate him and he CAN get exasperated (Douglas, Mason and Ava have learned this, lol. And Bobby knows this well :-|)

In short: Pierre is tender-hearted but firm. 

He has his awkward moments too but I’m going to stop rambling.

6. What's their relationship to Bobby?

I answered this here but: Fuc. THAT. BITCH. Bobby pushes his buttons far more than he wishes he would. They were exes. Mistakes were made. Pierre regrets them.

7. Who is their Love Interest and why?

Copying from the last time I answered this: 

~~uwu~~ Felix~~~ Ahem. Because Felix gets under his skin in the best of ways. I wanted to do a tol vs smol. And thought it’d be funny to have someone more by the book, fumbling with F. Felix is the best thing since sliced bread in Pierre’s book. They balance each other yet are both naturally warm people who want the best for others. And each other. They are my sunshine, soft ship. It is so delightful to read. Especially, as Pierre is more – he wants to take things slowly. Even though Felix is ready to GO. The care. The respect. The affection Felix gives him? Ugh. It’s just what someone whose ex was Bobby needs. It’s what Pierre deserves. And likewise Pierre is a warm, teasing, steady presence that I feel is good for Felix. BALANCE~~~@@!!!!

I will add to this and say that they are going to kill me in book three. I just know it. I think it continuously surprises Pierre how into him Felix is. And I think it surprises him how into Felix he is, or more -- how good and just supportive and delightful it can be. (Did I mention that Bobby fucked him up?) 

8. What's their relationship with their mom like? How did it change?

They were so strong. They were close. I think he was probably her golden boy and I think he -- did his best to understand why she wasn’t there.  I think he admired that she did important shit. But finding out what it was, HOW MUCH she’d been lying / what she’d been lying about gave them a hit. I think some of it is misplaced anger and other of it is -- or maybe not so much misplaced but it’s easiest to put a lot of it on her (which isn’t fair). But a lot of it is genuinely … disappointment. Maybe she couldn’t tell him but she could’ve better prepared him. The trust is broken. But it’s slowly repairing, I think. He loves her. She’s his mom. But they didn’t end where they started -- and they’re definitely not back to that place yet. 

9. What do they think of the supernatural?

I’m trying to remember -- but he’s sort of taking it as it comes. He’s the sort to take things as presented. So he’s cautious but isn’t like …. Argh! Hateful or fearful. Really, for him, it’s like well fuck -- more people to take care of. LMAO. 

10. How well did they handle the reveal that the supernatural exists?

I honestly don’t remember. It was months ago. But I think pretty okay. He was confused. And I can see Pierre having some trepidation but I think overall he was okay, definitely some restless nights overthinking things. 

11. Do they have any tattoos/ piercings?

He has two tattoos. I haven’t decided what yet. One on his right ankle and other on his upper left arm. (Probably.)

12. What is their highest (professional) stat and why?

People/Psychology (it really jumps like a good almost 15 percent by the end of book two). Softe. I honestly would not be surprised if he took a psychology class 

13. What's their opinion of the Mayor?

He is the mayor. That is pretty much it. At the end of the day, he’ll be afforded the professionalism that the position affords him. 

14. Do they get along with Tina and Verda?

Yes. If I recall correctly, he leans a little closer to Verda - even though it was a slow start. But he’s also fond of Tina and respects her. How can one not be?

15. What do they think of Unit Bravo? How has that changed throughout the story?

As a whole? Yes. It’s definitely gotten more positive. It’s gotten warmer -- in particular to Ava. He didn’t … I don’t think Ava disliked him but she clearly wasn’t happy. But they were both fairly neutral. Mason gets on his nerves less lmao. There’s an increased fondness and definitely a better appreciation. And with time comes learning / understanding. I think he’s a lot more fond of Ava and Mason than he realizes, as well as being part of the team as a whole. He was always open to working together but it’s like less I am working with these agents and more these are this team (less as in he’s in charge and more, these are his people.) I’m honestly excited to play the SPOILER investigation in book three with the history earned from books one and two. 

He’s always liked Nat. Felix still has him fucked up, lmao. 

16. Do they have any pets?

No. And he’ll say he doesn’t want one. But there’s this fat ass cat in his apartment. Pierre isn’t helping (or maybe he’s helping the right amount.) They’re friends. It legit downs his day when Mr. Sylvester doesn’t come to visit him during the weekends. 

17. What are their hobbies?

He enjoys reading. He also likes repairing older books. Nothing big or fancy. But it’s something he does for friends (what friends?? Just him and Verda and Eric being nerds). Mostly textbooks but also paperbacks and hardcovers for novels. It’s mostly rebinding but he’s learning about embossing and recovering and etc. Because he’s a nerd. 

He sometimes visits the local hospital and takes the kids toys to repaint. He’s not a hard repair person. But if it requires fine work, he’s got really steady hands. 

18. What do they think of Douglas?

He tries not to think of Douglas. He does wish he could focus more on his work. And will continue discipline him, take that phone away, in hopes that SOMETHING sticks. He thinks he’s a little punk

19. What does their apartment look like?

A Grandma’s cottage, apparently. It’s a cosy aesthetic. He probably definitely has a worn lazy-e-boy and nice, fluffy carpets. It’s warm colors and rich fabrics. It does lean less single-man-in-his-thirties and older-woman-with-fifty-cats. But. At heart, isn’t he just? 

20. What is their personality?

Stats here.

Boy Scout. Pierre is solid, dependable, organized. He is more work than play. He is reserved -- and sometimes almost reticent but not quite. The fact that he’s just so stolid and comfortable sort of distracts from that. It is almost strange how comfortable he is because he is slow to warm to people, but he’s so genuine, so polite/nice that once you get to know him, it’s hard to remember a time where you felt approaching might’ve been rebuffed. He’s definitely the guy you want to comfort families. Because he’s sympathetic and he says the right things and because he doesn’t take pride in it.

Pierre is the sort of person who does what he has to do . He’ll tell the family that their loved ones died (though he wishes moments like this didn’t exist). He’ll grit his teeth and swallow down discomfort to give victims the respect of his assessment, to hear what the ME is saying, and take the information needed to do his jump. 

Pierre has lowkey levels of ‘fuck around and find out’ though. He isn’t a pushover, isn’t easy to forgive, and even his loved ones can take a hit -- he’s open to forgiveness but it’s slowly given and opportunities to earn it aren’t always easy. As I said earlier, he’s tender-hearted but firm. 

One of the things I like about Pierre though, other than he takes things as they come (which can be both good and bad), is him and emotions. He definitely lets himself feel them in the pace that he feels he needs to (not to say things don’t get away from him, or that people haven’t taken advantage of them - Bobby -they have and he’s been in some bad situations because of them). He’s an overthinker. He’s also a little mischievous with a teasing humor. He’s a teensy bit off kilter but it’s hard to miss because he Does The Right Thing and he’s seemingly Broad Shouldered and Straight Backed At All Times, but he isn’t. It’s part of what I love about him and Felix. He gets to indulge in being a teensy rebellious and then not turn around and feel bad about it later.

21. Their favourite/comfort food?

Rice. It’s a staple for a reason. Less a comfort and more a food he enjoys: Beef teriyaki. When it’s on a skewer? Let’s just say he has to be mindful of his self control. Ends up with enough sticks to build a small log cabin. 

22. Do they go to the bar or stay at the station?

He stayed at the station. He’s a homebody, a bit. So going out wasn’t his ideal. He also had work to do.

23. Their gender/sexuality?

He/him and he associates with his designation at birth (so cis male). He’s bisexual. 

24. How did they handle the fight with Murphy? Did they get bitten?

If I remember right, he did pretty well (I mean he ended up bleeding so, like. BUT CONSIDERING!). Murphy got captured but he did get bitten. 

25. What do they usually wear? Has that changed?

He goes from Modern to stylish/professional if I remember correctly. 

[slashingdisneypasta]

Can i get a hoyt x reader smut pls...(this message was brought to u by an awkward ass person)

This is what the Hoyt x Wife!Reader on my other blog was supposed to be but at that point I was still felt iffy about writing smut but as I have unlocked it now, we can do this ^^ I hope you like it! 

Warnings: Super smutty, guys. Angry sex, course language (Terrible language). Also, this is Hoyt so he will say some horrible things. Suggested rape, etc. Not fluffy

Smut under the cut of course. 

You know what? I think, weeks after the transformation. I’ve tried everything to get this man’s attention back from himself, and I’m his wife, so it shouldn’t be so hard.

But the only times he looks at me, pays me any mind, is when he’s pissed or he’s playing boss. And I just want him to look at me like Charlie, like my husband.

So, fine, Hoyt. We’ll do it your way.

By making you really, really mad. Then you’ll look at me, wont you?

It’s been weeks since my husband went missing. And in his place was left a sorry, evil pantomime in uniform called Sheriff Hoyt.

God, he thinks he’s cool in that uniform. Even though the hat looks goofy as hell, and gives him hat hair. Anger stirs in my chest just thinking about my dilemma. I can’t get through to the dumbass bastard wearing Charlies tattoo’s and sleeping in his bed. My bed. Glancing spitefully at him across from me at the dinner table, I consider kicking him like I did, ‘accidentally’ in the middle of the night last night. He was deeply asleep, snoring and dreaming and I found it wholly unfair that he got to rest like that and I was still up, confined by myself to the left side of the bed away from him, and had just done it. Totally bitterly, but it felt good.

Luckily, he believed me when I said I had had a nightmare and sleep kicked, but alas. I don’t think that excuse will work here.  

I’m just, immaturely wondering how I can aim a piece of lettuce at his face and blame it on arthritis when Luda Mae starts up a conversation for the table, successfully causing me too look up her instead of darkly at my fork. I must have really been looking darkly at my fork, too, because Luda Mae looks pointedly at me as if she knows what I was thinking and Monty, beside me subtly shakes his head at me. I look at Thomas and Hoyt, next, and luckily neither of them were paying much attention.

Sighing in defeat, I turn my attention to the conversation, turning my knees slightly to face Luda Mae and Monty. “I don’t really have plans tomorrow, thanks! Monty and I were thinking about chess, since its been a while, but… “I shrug, looking pleasantly at her and trying to ignore the fiery fury still beating in my chest.

The effort becomes redundant when Hoyt speaks up and I can no longer keep it at bay. “Well, you won’t be doing that.” I watch him chew for a moment, feeling my rage levels rise dangerously high seeing him not even lift his head when he’s trying to control me. This is 2003, Sheriff! Not the freaken middle ages, I don’t obey you!

“Actually, yes.” I spit, venomously, looking straight at his forehead and just daring him to look up back at me. I drop my fork with a clatter, and get half the way out of my seat, alerting Thomas that something out of the ordinary is happening. “We will be. In fact, Uncle Monty, let’s go play right now- “

He raises his head to dare an connect eye contact with me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?? Sit back down, we’re eating a fucking dinner.”

“I’m not hungry anymore.” I revel in the furious way he looks at me. It’s better than being ignored, anyway. I may have gone insane, but it feels really good to make ‘Sheriff Hoyt’ feel that way. I get the rest of the way out of my seat and nod with a smile to Luda Mae. “Thanks for dinner, Luda. Goodnight everyone- except you, Charlie!” He’ll have a bad night, because either he’s going to going to get a crick in his back from sleeping on the couch to avoid my crazy ass, or I’m not going to let him get any sleep in our room.

“You call me Hoyt, woman- Argh.” As I disappear up the stairs to our room, I hear Hoyt shout after me and realise I’m not listening, and drop his own fork in favour of violently pushing off the table and after me. I faintly hear Luda Mae sigh and say something shamelessly about kicking us out of her home. I throw the bedroom door open and barge in, slamming it spitefully behind me so Hoyt has to open it himself.

When he does, I’m sitting curtly, stiffly in the armchair by his side of the bed with a book tight in my hands, knuckles white from anger. He looks frustratedly as hell at me and points vaguely toward the dining room. “The fuck was that??”

“Nothing,” I hiss, acting uncooperative on purpose. “What are you talking about?”

“You know goddamn well what I’m talking about, Y/N.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to fight in front of them.”

“Why are we fighting in the first place? I’m lost as fuck, and you need to catch me up.” He looks at me with his hands on his hips and his eyebrows raised all the way up his forehead, frustratingly expectant.

I’m tempted to give him more lip and say that no, I don’t need to catch him up. In fact, I’d love to leave him in the dark and just go to bed. It would drive him mad, and make me feel a thousand times better, but I figure my immaturity has reached its pique for the night. Instead, I try to relax my shoulders and my fingers and look up, seriously at Hoyt. More level-headed. “I miss Charlie.” He looks irritated immediately, and sighs deeply, looking around the room like a huge eyeroll with his head. When he stills again, he’s cleaning the bottom set of teeth with his tongue, squinting one eye at me. Hands still on his hips, patronising me.  Oooh, how I’d love to smack that look off his face. But, I’m elegant.

… ignoring the kicking him in the middle of the night and the attempt I made on him at dinner with the lettuce.  

“Y/N, Charlie’s dead. We’ve been through this. When are you gonna get it through your head- “

“Well then I want a divorce!” I exclaim, getting up from the chair. His eyes darken, but the corner of his lips quirk up, and shakes his head. Calming down, he pulls the stupid hat off his head and runs a hand through his hair to fix it, turning his back on me and turning to start getting ready for bed.

“Don’t interrupt a man of the law when he’s talking, darling, and no. You don’t.”

That’s rich! He can sure parade himself around like a real sheriff with victims if he likes but that is a moot point, with family. “Man of the law?? Man of the la- You’re a murdering cannibal!”

“So’s Tommy, gonna get mad at him?”

“I’m not married to Tommy.” I watch his movements, heart sinking. Is he losing interest again? It’s a weird feeling, wanting the argument to be over but simultaneously being afraid it is.  “And you made him that way.”

“Yeah? Well, this households never been better.”  

Oh. No, that’s it. I drop the book down on the bed, nearly flinging it actually, and cross the room in 2 fast steps to slap him.

He… he grabs my wrist before I can. “Goddamnit, let go of me. Bastard.” Slowly, I look across from his hand on my wrist to his face, or more specifically his eyes. They twitch, like he’s thinking, and I watch as he looks from my eyes to the rest of me. Assessing the situation with self-taught reliability.

“Honey,” His voice is dark now, familiarly husky and terrifying. Well, to anyone but me it might be terrifying. “You weren’t about to do what I think you were,” He lifts his chin and looks down at me. He raises his eyebrows. “Were you?”

If he thinks he’s scaring me he really is an idiot. I straighten myself, squaring up. “I sure was.”

“Now, see. That won’t work for me.”

“Well, then. To the couch with y- “The rude ass bastard cuts off my sentence, with his mouth on mine and strong, greedy fingers scraping at my waist. It takes me 2 seconds to think about, decide and agree to the new medium for my anger, and part my lips hungrily for a deeper connection to curb my anger at him but he pulls back and sets my face with a mischievous look like he thinks he’s in control here. I narrow my eyes. “What?”

“I’m gonna show you who’s wife you are. Its been too long.”

One, that’s not my fault. Two, “Shut up.”

“Gladly.” He growls, and puts his mouth on mine again, drawing a begrudgingly salacious moan from me. What? Its been a long time, since my husband has touched me. To further things situation-wise, I tilt my head slowly to the side against him and tug him closer by the front of his uniform. Hoyt can’t help himself, can’t just stand and kiss me for a few minutes before taking more, and I know it because I feel his fingers creep up my sides, under my shirt and god are they hot. How his skin stays so warm all the time, I have no idea, but as long as it serves me, I don’t care. They feel really good inside me, and oh. They will be inside me before this is over and the bastards out of kick.

Switching tact, because I can’t say I don’t want more then this also -you can’t be married to a pervert like him for as long as I have and be happy with just some kisses when you can have more,- , I turn him around and push him, not at all carefully onto the bed. Honestly, if he falls off, I don’t mind.

He doesn’t, but he does sit up immediately on the edge, knees apart and yanks me down by the arm to him again, causing a yelp to come from me. “You- “A weirdly soft kiss is put on my lips, before the look in his eyes turns completely dark and puts my hand on the tent in his pants. “Feels good.” I tell him, then let go and make like I’m going to leave.

“Oh no you don’t- “He yanks me back and onto the bed, shut me in with his body. I shift, to get comfortable, but get distracted by the way he’s looking at me. “Hmmm,” Looking me over, a lude grin finds its way to his mouth. “I would force your pretty mouth over my cock, darling, god knows you’re good at that, don’t we. But, later. Right now, I’m gonna screw you, my Y/N.” Momentarily slipping in my resolve, I lean into his touch when he strokes the side of my face, twisting some of my hair around a finger.

Ughhhh, fuck! What was it, the rape threat or the basically calling me a whore that did that to you, Y/N? Fucks sake. Let’s just do this. Get your head in the game, Y/N. “Shut up Charlie, fuck me.”

He chuckles and buckles his belt. “Yes ma’am.” Avoiding his eyes and feeling slick and impatient, I undo my own bottoms and wriggle out of them. With a final sigh, and a squish sound, Hoyt fills me up in one satisfying thrust. “Ohhh,” A stutter groan escapes him, before he berries his face in my neck and hides there. I, on the other hand, am a dangerous, mewling mess under him. Having his stiff, thick cock sinking into me feels a wicked kind of heaven. Familiar of a better time, yet wrong. Mostly though just really, really pleasureful.

I lay there with my mouth half open, breathy moans coming out of me as a arch, and frustratedly meet him at every thrust. It’s not enough! “It’s not enou- oh~” As I tried to talk, his hand traced down my body and touched my clit, began rubbing to add to the pleasure. “Oh my god, that’ll do. Ahh,”

Against my neck, he chuckles breathily. The hand not on my clit come up, and wraps around my throat. Doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t hurt. Just holds it, enough to feel my pulse.

As the knot in more core pleasure becomes unbearable, my breaths become short and I get so close to orgasming all over the shaft between my folds. Desperate for more, I wrap my calf’s around him and pull myself as flush to his pelvis as possible in one last, delicious buck. A deep, guttural groan escapes him and when I squeeze my walls around him, he explodes.

The hot cum, just his fingers explodes in me and that does me in. With a slow slide off of him and back down onto the bed, unlocking my legs from him, I sigh and cum in climax, feeling exhausted.

That was the most, frantic exercises I’ve done weeks, of course I’m tired. I watch him sigh, and stand back up. Bluffing me and trying to make me think he isn’t just as tired as he tucks himself away and buttons his pants back up. “Sweetheart, thank you… You stay here and rest up. I’ll be back.”

“Uhuh… “ I sigh, ready to take a nap.

“You look beautiful like that.”

“Go get us new sheets, Hoyt.”

“I love you, too.”

[paodequeijofeliz-blog]

I would do it all again (NSFW)

Ride or Die Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Mona and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place after the first book.

Summary: After what happened at the parking lot, each member of the crew tries to build a new life, following the “every man for himself” motto. But Annie doesn’t agree with that and tries to pull them back together, especially Mona, who she has been waiting for too many years.

Warnings: NSFW

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

I would do it all again - Part 3

          Annie was already asleep on the couch by the time Mona had returned. There was a book opened on the floor, a half empty mug of tea and something stupid passing on TV. She didn’t hear the sound of the door, but felt fingers caressing her hair, earning a sleepy sigh and a slow stretch from the girl. Eyes opened to face a beautiful woman leaning in to kiss her on the lips. Was that a dream? Annie had that dream so many times before.

         “Ouch! Hey!” Mona complained when felt a pinch on her forearm. “What was that for?”

         “To check if you’re real.” She whispered, sitting down to make room for two.

         “You’re supposed to pinch yourself, dumbass. To wake you up, not the person you’re dreaming with.”

         “Oh, but it’s more fun to pinch you. And if this were just a dream, I wouldn’t wanna wake me up so soon.”          

         The Lebanese didn’t argue against that. Instead, all she wanted to do was to pull the girl closer, kiss her a little bit longer, roam hands over her body… Remember how Annie was soft and easy to tease. After that much time, it was like nothing had changed, but everything was different, all at once. Six years felt like too long.

         Like she could hear those thoughts, Annie threw her arms around Mona’s neck, pushing her lips into a sudden deep kiss. One of Mona’s fear was for them not to be on the same page regarding sex. They had only one experience together, the girl’s first time to be exact, and if Dom was right about it, then Annie didn’t date anyone after that.

         Her fear proved to be wrong, though. So wrong.

         “Are you sure?” Mona’s husky voice sounded eager to continue, but she kept her hands to herself, waiting for a confirmation… Which came by Annie crawling to her lap, those kisses still deep and breathless.

         “Hell, yeah. Stop worrying and touch me, goddammit”.

         That was sufficiently clear. Mona was bursting in heat inside, her arms holding the woman in a way there was no space between then. Their kissing lead to removing clothes, tripping, and finding the path to the bedroom in the dark. A naked Annie was thrown in bed, breath taken away, fingers holding the sheets strongly while cursing and begging not to stop. It was hard, fast, hot. She could feel her body burning, and the more Annie begged, the more she received, her hips rocking against Mona’s hand. The feeling brought back flashbacks from prom night, and just like then, she arched the body and came on that woman’s hands, unable to hold it back any further.

         “You’re still easy, aren’t you…” Mona placed fiery kisses along the girl’s neck, capturing her mouth in the end. “Damn, I pictured this so much…”

         “Did you, huh?” Annie chuckled, trying to recover herself. Suddenly, she pushed Mona to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling before her with a mischievous smile. “Have you been touching yourself picturing me between your legs?”

         Mona’s dark eyes locked with hers, desire written all over them. “Why don’t you put your pretty mouth on me so I can see if my imagination was right?”

         That made Annie bit her lips, but it wouldn’t happen so easily, no. She decided to play with Mona’s body: kissing down the belly, nibbling her inner thing, one finger sliding slowly against the entrance, but never going in… The woman growled and complained, opening her legs even more. When Annie placed a light kiss against her clit, she looked up to meet those demanding dark eyes, a defiantly tone on her voice: “Make me.”

         Mona immediately gripped her by the wrists. In a sudden movement, she pulled Ann back to bed, holding those arms above her head. “Open your mouth”, she whispered against the girl’s ear, causing a shiver of anticipation. Holding the wrists pinned on the bed, Mona spread her legs and fit Annie’s face between them. A loud moan came right after feeling her tongue moving eagerly inside, tasting everything around before sliding up to her clit.

         “Don’t you dare stop” said Mona, hips moving on the same rhythm, so close to peak her body was trembling already. She had lost her strength and that made an opening for Annie to retreat her arms, grabbing the woman’s butt and burring the tongue inside her right when she came. The moan that accompanied it was so loud it echoed through the apartment. The most delicious sound Annie had ever heard.

         Touching proved to be easy. That night and at others. They found synchrony with sex, fucking around like a recently married couple. Morning, afternoon, nights… There was no better time than now, and no better place than the entire house. They even fucked in the car once, after Mona bended over to take her earphones and that arouse Annie too much.

         A few days later, both fell on the bed, sweaty and tired. This time, Mona was awfully quiet… As she had been for most of the day.

“Are you okay?” Annie turned to look at her, but the woman’s face was staring at the ceiling.

         “Yeah, I am.” Mona sighed, Dominick’s words still flying on her head, each day a little louder. “I… We should… Talk. About things. Some of it. Argh, goddammit!”

         “It’s okay…” Annie’s fingers caressed her arm to comfort. “Why don’t I ask you questions, and you just answer the ones you want? Sounds better?”

         A nod. The hard expression of a statue.

         “Tell me if I go too far, alright?” she waited for another nod, but Mona only arched an eyebrow. “Ok. So. Practical things first. Do you want to stay here? I don’t mean forever or for a long time or… Just, for now. Do you want to stay here for now? For as long as you like. God, I’m terrible at it too, ain’t I?”

         “Yes. For both questions.”

         Annie chuckled. “Fine. Moving on. Are you comfortable with the idea of opening an auto shop with Toby and Ximena in the future?”

         “Ye… Wait, what? With them? How…?”

         “We’ve been in touch.” She smiled mischievously. “C’mon, I had to figure out a plan. I knew you’d wanna see them again, even though you tried to hide it. The place seemed perfect. Two huge apartments with an auto shop all set. There’s even enough room for Ximena to have a tattoo studio, which she’s totally on board for. Toby already has a mechanic license. We just need his parole to be over. In the meantime, there’s a lot to renovate down there, I only fixed the apartments.”

         Mona couldn’t believe it. Her mouth was slightly opened. “So, the door in front of ours…”

         “It’s another apartment just like this one. Twins.”

         “Damn, Ann. You really thought this through.” She bit her thumb, still wondering. The picture was so good. To live next to each other, put their hands on cars again… “What about Colt and Logan? Know anything about ‘em?”

         “No. I haven’t seen Colt ever since the day you were shot. And Logan is in touch with Toby and Ximena, visiting them. We talked over the phone a couple times. But he doesn’t know about the plan. I wasn’t sure you’d like the shop idea.”

         Mona sighed, mad at herself for actually liking it so badly. “I do. A little. Move on to the next question.”

         “Are you… Uhm… Is there someone… Who wouldn’t appreciate the idea of us… You know…” Annie looked away, preferring to just stare at her hands. “Oh, fuck it. Do you have someone? From the inside?”

         Mona’s heart speeded. That was the window she needed to talk about what happened in prison, to explain herself. But the picture of their future with the auto shop was so temptingly close… “No. I don’t.”

Not a lie. Not the whole truth, though.

         Annie tried not to look happy about that answer. And failed. “Ok. Noted. That’s important information.”

         “Gosh, you didn’t change at all, did ya? You’re blushing like a teen.”

         “Stop it!” She covered her face, leaning forward and hiding herself on Mona’s shoulder. Her voice sounded muffled, but still understandable. “Next question. But that’s more likely to be a promise.”

         “Oh, gee. That can’t be good.”

         “Can you try not to do anything that could damage your parole and send you back to jail, please? Six years was enough. I missed you.”

         The Lebanese rested her nose on the top of Annie’s head, smelling her scent for a while. She hated promises. Old Mona would have laughed and teased her about it. The idea of living a peaceful life with a steady job and the same girl on her bed was never the plan. But when she saw Annie drive away from the hospital door, things changed. It wasn’t only prison that damaged Mona, even though it helped a lot. It was losing Annie. Fearing, every day, that at any time that gorgeous girl would stop sending letters and disappear. Find a person, marry, and leave their story behind.  

         And then, it didn’t. Annie never left.

         Letters kept coming, gifts, calls... Every Sunday, Mona loved to hear the guard saying, “visit’s waiting for you”, though she never moved from the bed. Annie wasn’t like Ada. Ada let Mona to go to jail, chose it, and then vanished for good. Ada never cared. Two very different people, but it took a while for Mona to believe that. Seeing her ex-girlfriend in prison, right on the next cell, was a low blow and a trip to memory’s land she didn’t want to take. 

          And what they did in there…

         “I promise.” Mona whispered through a heavy breath. “I’ll try.”

         God knew how she was willing to try anything for that girl.

[angelic-holland]

First Premiere

Summary: Tom and you attend the Far From Home Premiere together and reminisce of your first night in a special way. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: smut and fluffy boyfriend Tom

A/N: check out the rest of the Miss Yer Kiss Series in my masterlist! 

Sport’s first plane ride! Wish him luck!

You posted a photo of Sport in the empty seat next to you before putting him in your lap and putting on your seatbelt, getting ready for takeoff. 

Tom tried to upgrade your ticket to first-class and you laughed. 

What could you possibly do with that much room on an airplane? 

You giggled at Tom’s comment, “can’t wait to see sport, and you, miss you” followed by several different heart emojis.

Normally you’d call him a sap, stick your tongue out at him and giggle. 

Thud. Thud. Thud. 

Your heart reminded you that you loved the silly heart emojis because they were so Tom. Reminding you of his feelings through silly emojis. 

***

You didn’t think you looked like a stupid cheesy romance movie at the airport. You were in sweatpants and your Tattoo Dice T-shirt, stained with tattoo ink, hair a mess, you were looking for a curly mop of red hair, Harry was supposed to pick you up,  as you dragged your small carry on suitcase behind you. 

“Y/N?” You heard a woman with a British accent call out.

Hmm?

“Y/N!” You turn and a tan woman waving her arms all around recognizes you. 

“It’s Nicki! Tom’s mum! Oh hi, it’s so nice to meet you! Oh my goodness!” 

“Hi, nice to meet you too?” Your voice raises in a question, just not expecting her to meet you while you looked like this, after a flight. 

“Oh you look fine darling, should’ve seen me when I got off the flight here, Tom should be back any second he just ran to the bathroom,” she says her arms are raised slightly like she wants to hug you. 

She must’ve taken in your confused look because she laughed and pulled you in for a hug. 

“Oh!” You laughed, letting go of your suitcase to hug her back.

“Harry was supposed to pick you up but I insisted me and Tom come, he couldn’t stop talking about you the car ride here, or like ever.”

“Mum! Y/N! Hey!” You hear Tom’s familiar voice ring out from the crowded airport baggage area as you pull away from Nicki.

“Thought someone was busy,” you tease.

“I was but mum worked her magic and switched things around, so here I am,” he says, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, you can’t help but giggle as he lifts you into the air, spinning you around slightly as he kisses you. 

“Missed you,” you grin as he sets you down, lips still ghosting against your own.

“Missed you more,” he teases, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you grab your suitcase. 

***

You arrive at the hotel and you hardly have any time with Tom to just be, before he’s being swept away for an interview, kissing you quickly before telling you that you can meet up later in the day and go shopping for the night.

“Y/N, do you want to get your nails done with me?” Nicki asks as you stand in the lobby, a book in your arm, small backpack slung over your shoulder.

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Truth is, you were sort of terrified of the prospect of spending time alone with Tom’s mother. How much of you has he shared with her? Do moms and daughters normally get their nails done together? Is this the type of bonding that people did? 

***

She must know at least a little bit about you because she goes on and on about how she’s been watching Ink Master with Tom and how Tom’s been trying to learn more about tattoos.

“And he talks about the first tattoo you did, the Spiderman mask, and how you’ve done so many beautiful ones since I follow your Instagram and the ones you post are amazing. I can't believe you’ve only been doing this for what is it now, a month?”

“Thereabouts,” you nod, you let her take control of the conversation as you get your nails done, something you’ve never done before. 

You got a pretty red, something that matched Tom’s outfit for the premiere. Speaking of his outfit for you still had to figure out where you were going to find a dress that one, internet trolls wouldn’t call cheap, and two was actually ridiculously cheap.

She starts to grill you on your life, school, your family and it’s clear that Tom hasn’t told her that side to you, which you’re grateful for. She’s not exactly grilling you, that was a bad choice of words, but she would ask question after question. It was clear she just wanted to get to know you, the girl her son was seen with at some sleazy club once and was now here in LA as his girlfriend, going to the premiere of his movie with him. 

“Does this reminds you of getting your nails done with your mom as a kid?” She asks and you sigh. 

Now came the hard part, you could skirt around the truth, just say that your mom never took you to get your nails done. It wasn’t a lie, your mom never took you to get your nails done because you didn’t have a mom.

“I uh, never really went to places with my mom.”

“Oh, okay, well, I think we can have a lot of fun today, if you’d like, think of it as a girls day before Tom can meet back up with us.”

“Sure,” you smile, partly because you wanted to make his mom happy, partly because you secretly wondered what spending time with a mom was like, not that you’d share that.

After she insisted on paying for your nails, “think of it as a present for your first premiere.”

That’s where Tom must’ve gotten his generosity. 

The two of you have lunch and you let yourself lead the conversation, talking about your art and your plans as a tattoo artist, how you want to eventually specialize in portraits and how hard it can be to accurately tattoo the human face onto human skin, getting the texture and depth of a face on a two dimensional space that bleeds was a challenge. 

“I’m sure you’re going to do fantastic,” she encourages. 

“And I guess I think it would be cool at some point to go on Ink Master, or meet Ryan Ashley, wow it’s my dream to meet her, her work just takes my breath away every single day.”

“She’s the one that does the super realistic jewelry pieces?”

You nod surprised that she knew Ryan Ashley’s work.

The two of you walk around downtown LA, you’re used to the crowded sidewalks, much like the ones of New York, but a little hotter.

She points out places she recognizes, you stop at what looks like a ridiculously expensive clothing shop and you’re surprised to see Tom so early.

“Hey princess,” he says, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey Tom,” you mumble against his neck as he let’s go of you, hand slipping down your arm to intertwine with your own.

“Ready to go shopping?” He asks, tugging you farther into the store.

“Uhhh, I was hoping we could go to Macy’s or Old Navy or something,” you rub the back of your neck. You most definitely did not fit in here. Eyes roaming the racks of absolutely beautiful dresses, knowing that they’d be approximately a month’s rent or more.

“Nonsense, lemme treat you princess,” he whispers, hand squeezing your side.

You’re about to argue when you remember the conversation you had with Lily after you and Tom fought that one night.

***

“You know, if he wants to buy you stuff, just fucking let him.”

“A bed? Really?”

“Yes a bed, come on, he’s fucking loaded, a bed means nothing to him.”

“And that’s what I’m afraid of! Because a bed means more to me and you know that.”

“Start smaller though, just let him buy you little gifts here and there. That’s what boyfriends do, especially ones that are kind and have the means to. I’d just be grateful he didn’t straight up offer to pay your rent.”

“Argh, I’m gonna have to relearn what it’s like to be in an actual relationship won’t I?”

“As opposed to Jack? Yeah, let’s just say you and Tom will have plenty of firsts that you and Jack never got to.”

“How’d you know? See my future?”

“No, I just see the way your eyes lit up when your phone buzzes and you see that it’s him. The way your voice goes up an octave and you talk really fast when you talk about him. So let him treat you, like I said, lots of firsts, you just needa adjust to being able to fully rely on someone.”

“It’s gonna take some time.”

“Just go with it. Be like uh, Jennifer Aniston! In Just Go With It! You know? She has to pretend to date Adam Sandler’s character and he takes her shopping and she buys a bunch of expensive stuff? Like I know you’re dating for real, but like have that same attitude.”

***

“Okay,” you say and you can feel Tom’s hand squeeze your side and you see he’s got an excited giddy grin on his face. 

“Really? Okay, so my suit is red,”

You nod, wiggling your free hand in front of his face, to show your red nails.

“That’s the exact color basically how’d you get it just right?”

“In art school I took a whole class on colors and color matching was one of the units,” you say, hand pausing at a long dress, floor length with a slit up one side, an open back, a low neckline but still classy. It seemed to match the pictures of Tom’s suit that you’ve seen. 

“Wanna try it on?” He asks and you nod, checking the size. 

“That is going to look absolutely amazing on you,” Nicki says, watching as you furrow your eyebrows.

“I’m not 100% sure what size dress I am,” you frown, and Tom calls over a woman who was working. 

“They can take your measurements,” Tom says.

“Yes, if you come with me, I can measure you in our dressing rooms and then pick the size that will suit you best,” the woman says and you nod, letting your arm fall from Tom’s waist as he rubs one last circle against your hip, kissing your cheek before you’re ushered away with the woman.

“You and your boyfriend are very beautiful together,” she says and you can’t help but laugh. Tom looks amazing in a tight blue shirt and dress pants. You seemed a little worse for wear, you changed out of your sweatpants but was just wearing ripped jeans and the same t-shirt from earlier.

“Thank you,” you say.

She has you get undressed, using the measuring tape around your waist, your hips, chest. You wait while she leaves, coming back with two sizes.

“So you might be this one, but it might be just a tad too tight, so I got one size up, don’t wear a bra in it, it’s got plenty of padding and support.”

She leaves you to try it on, you are a little confused because there are multiple thin straps that might be where your arms go but you’re not sure. You eventually get it on and it seems to fit just right, you tug the small zipper and spin for the mirror. It shows off all your tattoos and you feel a stupid fear bubble up inside you. 

What will people say?

Then you thought about what Tom would say when you stepped out of the dressing room and suddenly nothing anyone online could say bothered you. Because you looked hot and you knew he would agree. 

“How’s it going in there?” The woman asks and you gulp, pushing the dressing room curtain back.

You didn’t expect to see Tom and Nicki sitting on the small bench right outside of the room but you felt a giggle rise in your throat when Tom’s eyes lit up. It reminded you of that kid from Home Alone 2, when he saw his family again on Christmas. Pure excitement and glee, eyes wide, lips upturned into a toothy smile, blushing slightly. Tom made you watch that movie, absolutely baffled when you hadn’t seen it before. 

You figured that’s how most kids looked on Christmas when they were surrounded by their family and got to open up present after present. You wondered how spending Christmas with Tom would be like.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

His eyes shone as his jaw dropped and he stood up.

“Wow, you look, wow,” he says, eyes roaming your body. 

“I didn’t know wow was an adjective?”

“It is now,” he says, kissing you quickly before spinning you in his arms. 

“I think that’s the one,” Nicki says.

***

You were nervous as fuck as you and Tom sat and had your makeup done. Your hand holding his so tightly he actually laughed, “never thought you had this tight of a grip before.”

“Just a little nervous,” you sigh.

“Don’t be, we’ll be the hottest people there.”

“But Jake Gyllenhaal will be there.”

“Shit you’re so right, second hottest people there.”

You don’t let your nerves get to you however, you were grateful for Tom’s grounding hand on your hip as you got out of the car, stepping up to the red carpet. You had to shut your eyes a few times, the flashing cameras made you shiver.

He introduced you to his other brother, Sam, as well as his friends Harrison and Tuwaine and you couldn’t help but swoon a little when he introduced you to Jake Gyllenhaal.

“So this is the tatted minx Tom would talk about nonstop throughout the press junket, nice to finally meet you,” He says and he hugs you and holy shit if you weren’t falling for Tom you’d risk it all for Jake right then and there. 

He pulls away and Tom’s arm is back around your waist, a tighter hold than before, thumb rubbing a circle against the fabric of your dress.

You watch as he signs things for fans and greets them, your heart swells at how excited he seems, which only makes you excited, seeing him in his element.

Thud, thud, thud.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you whisper in his ear, getting an idea.

“Oh, yeah, let’s try to find it, we’ve got some time before the movie starts,” he says as you both wander, he waves goodbye to the eager crowd as you slip into the huge stadium where the movie would play.

Your eyes find the sign for the bathrooms and you all but drag him towards it. 

“I can wait outside while you oh-,” his voice drops as your hand edges along the front of his suit pants. 

“You could, or you could uh, join me,” your eyes sparkle with your idea as he, in turn, pulls you into the bathroom, locking the door before kissing you, mouth insistent and sloppier than earlier, he didn’t have to hold back. He wasn’t in front of everyone and didn’t have to be short and sweet. Tongue tracing your lips before pushing inside your mouth, playing a delicious game as your hands gripped his shoulders.

“Careful, gonna mess up my makeup,” you whisper as his hands roam up your sides to rest against your breasts. 

“I can kiss ya somewhere else,” he whispers against your lips and you whimper as he kisses down your neck, fingers slipping down to the slit in your dress as he pushes you firmly against the door, fingers playing with the edge of your panties before kneeling in front of you.

“You know what this reminds me of,” he whispers, pushing your panties to the side as his fingers stroke through your slick folds.

“Our first night, I know,” you laugh, glad he’s caught on, “that was the plan.”

He circled your entrance, kissing your thigh above your tattoo, “only this time I know your name.”

“Fuck,” you cry out as he pushes two thick fingers into you as he nips at your thigh. 

The only sounds you can hear is your breathless pants and your heartbeat as his tongue circles your clit, mouth and hands pushing you quickly over the edge.

He pulls his fingers out of your clenching core, kissing your thigh as he pulls your panties back in place. 

Your eyes peek down at Tom, sucking his fingers wet with your juices into his lips, moaning around them as he stood up.

“Holy shit let me suck you off,” you mutter, hands grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back for a kiss, groaning as you taste yourself on him.  

You’re about to turn the tables, push him against the door and devour him but there’s a knock on the door that makes you both jump.

“Hey, uh Tom? If you’re in there, everyone’s kinda running around looking for you, so if you’re uh, finished, we’d love to have you join the rest of us and watch the movie,” Harrison, you think at least is the accent behind the door.

“Shit,” he says, body shaking with laughter as you giggle against his shoulder.

“Raincheck?”

“Always,” he kisses your cheek and you try your hardest not to blush as he unlocks the door, the two of you try to look presentable and like you weren’t just doing what you were doing as you come face to face with Harrison’s cheeky smile.

“For the sake of Nicki and the rest of them, you were looking with me, and we found Tom together,” Harrison says you the two of you nod, playing along as Nicki runs up.

“We were looking everywhere for you Tom, thought the pair of you slipped away, everyone’s waiting, let’s go watch the movie.”

“Yes, let’s,” he says, kissing your cheek and intertwining his fingers with your own.

Thud thud thud.

***

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The Kings’ Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 3- Jungkook 1

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Leggo!

...

You peeked around the corner, making sure the coast was clear before you bolted down the next hallway. All you had to do was make it to your bedroom then you would be fine.

You could still feel the effects from earlier’s...sequence of events seeping in and all you wanted to do was take a bath and clean the guilt from your body.

You also might need some tea due to all the screaming.

You shut your bedroom door behind you, letting out a harsh exhale. You squeezed your legs together. You were a bit twitchy, off edge. What were you thinking?! You let yourself submit to that...beast!

So what if his finger’s were that of a god, so what if you could still feel his lips burning every area of your body. So what if-

ARGH GET IT TOGETHER.

“I need a bath...or a flamethrower.” you scolded yourself. “From now on, no allowing yourself to get seduced! ...No Matter no good it might feel.” you crossed your arms.

....

The next morning, you awoke not feeling any better. Before you could sit up, there was a knock on the door.

“Who are you and what do you want?!” you groaned.

“It’s me.” you heard Rina’s small voice. Upon hearing her, you sat up. “Good Morning Y/N! I was told to inform you that breakfast starts soon.”

You rolled out of bed, feeling your head pounding as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Great.” you mumbled. You didn’t know how you were gonna face Namjoon, especially after your little activity from yesterday. You had made sure to literally soak yourself in the bathtub for a good while, just to wash away the guilt...not that it worked but it was the thought that counted.

You pulled a sweater over your head, hoping to cover the newly made marks and bruises that were now your new body decor.

You readied yourself to head down to the dining room, crossing your arms and staying completely silent. It looked like you were the first one awake, so you chose the seat closest to the exit where you could book it for your room need anything happen.

One by one they all walked in. It gave you a chance to really study their faces. You looked back down at your fingers, just wanting this to be over.

Curiously, just out of wonder...you looked to your right. Jungkook was staring at you with a smug and wistful look on his face, as if he has an idea. Almost as if he had a plan slowly unraveling in his head. He smirked as soon as your eyes met and gave you a wink, making you look down at your plate. You felt your cheeks heat up. He was really close, so your that if you had moved a little, your leg would brush against his knuckles.

Jungkook had intimidated you and he knew it. Ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew that he had made sure to establish his dominance over the kingdom, especially seeing that he was the youngest king, he had to show out more.  Of course you would be the youngest queen, but also the only queen...with seven villains to call your kings.

You were quiet, you couldn’t be bothered to respond to Hoseok’s snide remarks about the type of queen who would wear jeans shorts as day clothes. Or Seokjin taking some more of your favorite side dish off your plate.

“Y/N...What’s that on your shoulder?” Jungkook got your attention. You had looked down. Your sweater had fallen off your shoulder a little and right there was a bruise. Fuck! Think damnit! You felt his fingertips ghost over your exposed skin, leaning his face in to get close.

“I uh-...er...I tripped?” you trailed off. “Yeah I was walking to my room and I...just fell?” You didn’t believe your own words because you know good and well how you got that bruise.

You could still feel the imprint of Namjoon’s teeth sinking into your flesh, it made your toes curl.

“Is that so?” Namjoon, who had been sitting across from you smirked. “Perhaps you should be more careful next time, you never know what else could happen if you aren’t careful.”

“Thanks for the tip.” you clenched your teeth. “So thoughtful.” you mumbled. “If you guys are finished making fun of me for my clumsiness, can I go now?”

“You may.” they all chorused.

Little did you know, Namjoon had kept your diary, and had passed it along to the next man who wanted a taste of your secrets. (As if the title wasn’t spoiler enough smh) and who planned on using to to his advantage.

...

“I’m sorry what?!” you stared at the horrible eyesore of a dress Rina held up in front of you.

“It’s for your Welcoming Party.” she repeated herself.

“No I know what you said but I refuse to wear that!” you shook your head at the floor length midnight blue gown, “That think doesn’t look like it covers anything!”

Apparently there was a gala tonight to celebrate the merging of your two kingdoms as allies, that part you were fine with, but the dress that was made for you to wear...

“It’s backless, it’s supposed to look like this. “ Rina giggled at you. “It’s definitely dramatic, but it was specially tailored for this event.”

“YOUR POINT BEING?!” You stared at the eyesore. It didn’t look anything like any of your dresses, especially with the unsightly slit going up one of the legs. “Rina I can’t wear this...look at that then look at me.”

“Come over here.” she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the mirror. “Imagine you stand at the edge of the stairs, everyone is waiting for their new queen to arrive, they look up and they see your in your new custom made crown and this bad boy.” she held up the dress. “ With a little bit of jewelry and the crowd won’t be able to resist you.”

“...Are you sure about this?” you sighed, although you admit the dress did look familiar, like you’ve seen it in a dream before.

“Trust me.” she put an arm around you. You and Rina seemed to have already become good friends, and while you thought the idea was crazy, you trusted her. “I may be a maid but my family owns a dress shop, I know what looks good on someone and Midnight Blue is one of those things that any woman and wear and feel amazing in it.” she held it up to your body. “Plus this thing cost almost as much as the room you’re standing in so for you not to wear it would be an insult to the dress maker.”

“Okay then.” you nodded.

...

“Y/N stop moving!” Rina scolded you.

“Listen the earrings I can deal with, but is the choker necessary?” you asked as a thin leather strap was placed around your neck.

“You’re gonna look fine, calm down.” Rina rolled her eyes at you. “Are the people from your kingdom all like this?”

“Well I don’t really wear a lot of dark gowns...I never got the chance to-”

Rina pushed you in front of the mirror. The woman staring back at you was wearing black strappy heels. Your dress was tight around the waist and did and Rina said it was and almost completely backless. Your hair was decorated with a diamond encrusted hairpin that matched the single pendant hanging from four necklace choker.

“Ah! I have just the thing to make this even better.” she grabbed a jar and what looked like a thin paint brush. “This is called magic tattoo ink, it’s almost like henna but instead of waiting and crumbling it off, this goes right into the skin.”

“What are you thinking of doing back there?” you asked in horror as you felt a cold sensation wash over your back.

“Covering up your bruises with flowers.” Rina casually commented. “Flowers are a huge thing here in Bangtan, especially red and black roses. How did you even get so beat up anyways?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” you shook your head, almost shuddering. “How many people are showing up to this party anyways?”

“More than half of the kingdom and some people from neighboring ones too. Everyone’s dying to see the girl who is going to end this big feud and you...are going to wow them. They’ll be expecting the least of you, so you have to show them way more than you think.” she replied. “This is course is your welcoming party.”

“More like pity party” you mumbled.

...

The men of Bangtan welcomed their guests as men of their stature do. They casually made small chats with their friends from other countries.

“Where do you think Y/N went?” Jimin whispered to Jungkook and the rest of the boys.

‘Probably hiding from us.” Jungkook scoffed, allowing an obnoxious laugh to rip from his throat. “I don’t think these kids of parties are herstyle.

“Do you think she’s not gonna come?” Taehyung whisper. “Maybe she’s hiding under her bed while the maid convinces her to come outside.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Seokjin’s jaw dropped, pointing to the stairs.

The lights dimmed slighted and everyone averted their eyes to the stairs. You stood at the top, gazing over the scouring the room. Rina was right, there were so many people here. They were all looking at you. Rina had done a fantastic job using that ink stuff to cover up the bruises Namjoon had made on your skin. Your hair, neatly styled almost shimmered against the hanging lights. You stood at the bottom of the stairs, not knowing where to go. Everyone was staring at you. They definitely didn’t expect someone, especially from YOUR kingdom of all places to dress as you were dress right now. You shyly walked down the little aisle that was cleared for you. Geez had no one seen you in a dress before?

“Looking for someone?”

You turned around to find Jungkook standing in front of you, a smile etched on his face.

“Not really?” you scratched the back of your neck. You took note of how he was dressed head to toe in a black tuxedo. “I don’t think...”

“Well then will you do me the honor of giving me the first dance?” he held out his hand for you to take. “Come now, I wouldn’t do anything sneaky. We’re in public after all.”

Jungkook led you to the middle of the floor. Other women seemed to stare at you, beating themselves up for not thinking to wear such an eye-catching number. It seemed as you were the only person wearing that very color in the room.

“I think this is a good damn to mention I can’t dance” you narrowed your eyes at Jungkook who placed his hand on the curve at the bottom of your back. “It wasn’t in my studies.”

“Then shut up...and follow me.” he whispered in your ear. Slowly you let Jungkook lead, until it began to feel eerily natural how well you could follow. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

“You sure how how to pick a dress.” you mumbled as Jungkook dipped his head into the crooked of your neck and inhaled, your back froze and you felt a sting shoot up your spine.

“You’re wearing perfume, it’s nice.” he commented, letting his nose linger to inhale your scent even more.

“It’s native to my kingdom.” you replied. “It’s rare amongst my people since only 14 have ever been sold and I just so happen to have six of them.” you chuckled. You were taken aback when Jungkook began kissing up your neck. Since you two were so close, it might have only looked like he was leaned his head on your shoulder. You felt his teeth graze against his skin and you didn’t dare move. His hips hovered over your ear.

“Seeing you look like this makes me wish we could do more, but I’d prefer us be alone when I take you.” he whispered. Your eyes widened and his fingertips traced up your back. His lips traced up and down your neck as you two moved against each other. You tilted your head to the side a little, almost mocking him.

“Oh really, you don’t enjoy PDA.” you said in a joking manner, but you were only referring to his inability to keep his hands off your exposed back. “Are we done here?”

Suddenly you were turned around and your back hit his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as you two moved. 

“Not really.” he chuckled. Your ass was right up against his groin. “Although,” he began. “I think your fellow kings are a bit jealous...I wonder what would happen if I kissed you right in front of them, do you thing that would driv em crazy?”

“What makes you think I’d let you?” you seethed, glaring at him the best you could.

“You haven’t tried to push me away yet.” he replied.

“I would comment but I’m sure that would cause a minor disturbance.” you shook your head, only wishing you could fire back. “I really wish I could kick you right no-”

Jungkook’s teeth sunk into your neck, making your gasp and shake under his touch. How bold was he?! He tongue glided over your newly formed bruise, making you shut your eyes. You were turned towards him, meeting his dark eyes as he connected his lips with your, sliding his tongu ethrough the gap in your mouth for dominance.

He didn’t care about the stares he received, or the head shakes of disapproval. This was his castle damnit, if anyone had a problem he would kill them without another word.No one dared comment, or try to pull you away. The kings of Bangtan were very territorial and it would only be a matter of time before you were marked by the rest.

“This feels right.” he commented. “You belong here...in this castle, in my arms while everyone stares in envy.” he whispered into your ear, his lips hovering over the shell of your ear.  you could hear a mocking pout in his voice. You could feel the eyes of the other kings on your. Jealousy laced their gazes seeing you melt into Jungkook’s touch so naturally, Lucky bastard, not only did he get the first dance of the night, but you looked like you were enjoying it no less! Jungkook looked up at he friends, making a shrugging motion. 

“I wish I could see the look on your face right now” you almost growled. 

The party didn’t bore you to no end like you thought it would, you actually ended up meeting a few people who seemed nice enough. However the evening was going on and your feet were starting to hurt. You decided to make yourself scarce to avoid being told how ‘brave you were’ for the 27th damn time. You ended up walking into a strange room away from the festivities. As soon as the door closed, it got completely quiet. It felt nice, the silence was relaxing. You could finally sit down and breathe-

“I thought I’d find you here.” a voice made you turn around. Before you could react, your back had found a wall. You looked up and found Jungkook towering over you. “Not having fun?”

“I wouldn’t say th-” you stopped yourself from speaking when you noticed Jungkook getting closer and closer to your face. “i don’t know.” you mumbled.

“Hm, then how can I make tonight exciting for you?” he raised an eyebrow in interest, a smirk teasing his lips as he waited for your answer. He would have to remember to thank Namjoon for loaning him your diary that you seem to love leaving in random places. ”Because I might have an idea” he replied, tilting your head up with his fingertips.

“What are you ta-”

Jungkook kissed your lips, trapping your body against him and he wall. The slit up the side of your dress gave Jungkook the perfect opportunity to slide his hand up your thigh, digging his fingers into your flesh. You leg had hooked around his hip, which caused you to feel the pressure of his groin right up against your stomach. Absentmindedly, you had grinded against him, sending a low groan ripping through his body.

“Hm, while I’d love to rip this dress off you right now, I’m sure people are wondering where we’ve went, but something tells me you wouldn’t mind.” he breathed, pressing himself further against you.

“Um, I can’t confirm nor deny.” you tried to make yourself sound convincing, and Jungkook’s tongue traced down the length of your neck. Jungkook hiked up your dress even more. he gathered the fabric in his fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Since you’ve been so well behaved tonight.” he grabbed you leg and hooked it around his hip. “Why don’t I treat you to something.”

“Like?” you trailed off. To be honest, you were a fool. As if your escapades with Namjoon didn’t teach your anything, you were totally oblivious to Jungkook’s words.

“Hm, well let’s start by-” Jungkook ripped the slit up your dress, making the slit stop at your hip instead of your thigh, once more inch and your dress would be completely opened at the seams. “Getting that out of the way. “

“Umm don’t you have a party to get back to?” You asked, whilst your movements when against everything you were saying.

“Oh Y/N....the party is just getting started between us.”

(It took me a while and I skipped a night of sleep but I DID IT, I am not 100% proud of this, but I plan on redeeming myself in the next part. Also yes, no smut, but only because I am preparing for something and it might make sense later on, it might not, who the fuck knows but just wait for it.

We’re only on part 3 and we have a long way to go.

I’m thinking about making this more than 8 parts, so like two rounds of imagines for each guy in this series, so that gives up 14 parts in all not including the prologue. That good with y’all, great because I was doing it anyways.)

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part forty nine/

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: hi everyone! Sorry it took a while for me to update! I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated ❤️❤️

Warnings: more sweet gooey moments, language, dash of angst

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September 1989

I laid in the middle of our closet with almost every dress of mine surrounding me. Anarchy laid next to me as she rested her head against my chest.

“You know Anarchy, I even told Nikki I had nothing to wear but he doesn’t like to listen sometimes.” I spoke to her as she slept soundly.

Tonight was the album release party for Dr.Feelgood. So far it has received a huge acceptance from the music industry. Everyone that Motley Crue is close with was going to be there tonight including people from the record label and a whole lot of press. So, it was only natural for me to want to look my best. Not like it would be hard, but I wanted to go out and get something new to wear.

Nikki and I came to agreement that I should at least try out some of the dresses I already have, most of them collecting dust in the closet. But none of them lived up to my- “Vanity!!! Where are you!?!” Nikki’s booming voice echoed through out the house, leaving me startled as I got off the floor.

“Baby!! Come here!!” I walked down the hall way and stood at the top of the stairs, seeing Nikki standing at the bottom of them with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen him wear. He even had a huge bouquet of yellow and pink roses in his hands.

I walked down the stairs, seeing him practically bouncing on his feet with excitement, “Van, it went number one!!” He yelled excitedly, thrilled was the correct word.

I gasped in excitement as I ran down the stairs, “Are you serious?!” I shouted as he nodded, picking me up before I was off the steps, spinning us around as he did so.

He let my feet touch the floor again, as he kept his arms wrapped around my waist, “Yes, as of noon today! Number one, for fucking once we get recognized.” He breathed out as the smile never left his pink lips.

“You deserve it babe, all of you do.” I said cheerfully as he pulled me into a deep kiss, “I’m proud of you Nikki, I told you it would be great.”I whispered when he pulled away from me.

He nodded, cupping my cheek as his thumb brushed over my skin, “I love you so god damn much-“ He handed me the flowers, “For you, for dealing with my stress the last few months and always calming me down when I’ve been worked up over the album.”

I felt my cheeks get warm as I tried holding back my smile, “I love you too Sixx. Thank you, they are beautiful.” I smiled cheekily at him as I smelt them.

“Ah! One more thing! You can’t be mad!” Nikki was energetic as he took the flowers from my hand and put them down. He took my hand and dragged me over to the couch, gripping my shoulders as he made me sit down.

“What? What did you do now?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow as I crossed a leg over my knee.

“I got another tattoo.” He smiled widely at me with his arms wide open. I looked at both arms, nothing new was there. I glanced back up at him seeing his smile never fading.

“Oh, Nikki. Please don’t tell me it’s on your dick.” I whined as he laughed, “No, no-“ he started lifting up his shirt, “Argh, fuck that hurts.” He groaned, before I was exposed to a black bandage on his ribcage. He motioned for me to come take it off.

I bit on my lip, gently pulling off the black bandage. My eyes went wide as I saw my name in precise cursive. I looked up at him and then back at the swollen black ink.

“Nikki, tell me this is fake and just another joke of yours.” I asked, lip between my teeth as I stared at it.

He chuckled, “oh, it’s real princess trust me. And it hurts like a bitch.”

I let out a laugh, “Nikki.” I rubbed my face as I looked at him, “That is such a bad luck charm.” I groaned as I shook my head, covering it back up with the bandage before fixing his shirt.

“Oh Vanity, c’mon! It’s romantic!” He defended himself as he pretended to fake pout, “I don’t even get a “wow sixx! It’s nice! Thank you for getting my name tatted on you”?” He mocked as I rolled my eyes before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“It’s...uh-“ I smiled at him, gently patting it as he winced in pain, “I appreciate the gesture, Sixx. It’s cute.” I explained as he nodded.

“Sorry I didn’t get it on my forehead for the princess.” He rolled his eyes as he pulled me to him, kissing me once more.

I threw an arm around his shoulder as I pushed his hair out of his face, “No tattoo would be big enough to cover that fivehead.” I cracked up in laughter as he scoffed and let go of me.

“Did you pick out a dress yet?” He questioned as I let out a moan, “don’t remind me. Can I just go buy a new one?” I begged, batting my eyelashes at him as he shook his head.

“No, we made a deal. You said you’d try one of the dresses you already have. You’re telling me you really can’t find one to wear? In that big closet of ours, you have nothing?” I nodded at his words as he shook his head in disapproval.

“Well, how about I pick out the dress?” He asked as I laughed at him.

“Baby, I love you. I really do. But you have made some questionable fashion choices. I’m not letting you pick out the dress.” I told him as he stared at me.

“Oh c’mon! Look, I’ll make sure it’s a cute dress, just go get showered and get ready and I’ll put it out on the bed for you, alright?” He ordered as I sighed.

“Fine, okay. I’ll go get ready.”

After a short shower later, I was standing in front of the mirror blowdrying my hair, “Anarchy! Give me my belt!!” Nikki yelled as she ran into the bathroom with it in her mouth and a wagging tale.

“Oh, no. Don’t run to Vanity! Drop it, now.” He ordered as Anarchy sat by my feet, not giving in to his demands.

“Drop it, Anna.” I said quietly and she listened me. Nikki muttered under his breath as he picked it up, wiping the slobber into the towel that was wrapped around me. I glared at him as he smiled and kissed my cheek.

I watched as Nikki looped it through before tucking the dark green shirt into his pants. He left quite a few buttons undone as the tattoo on his chest was popping out. I started doing my make up, ever so often glancing over to him as he put his hair up, letting the shaved sides be exposed as he kept half of it down. He even went ahead and started shaving the little bit of scruff he had going on.

“Well don’t you look cute. Do you have a hot date or something?” I raised an eyebrow as he rolled his eyes.

“Only the hottest, I can’t wait to get her into my bed tonight and hear those sweet moans of hers.” He said with a laugh as he winked at me.

I let out an amused grunt, “So chivalrous today. First flowers, then my name tattooed on your body, and now a derogative comment. What a mighty fine man.”

He turned as he was facing me. Nikki gently grabbed my hand as he bowed before me, “Only the finest.” He said before kissing my hand softly.

“But hurry up, we have to be there in like forty five minutes. So stop painting your face and get dressed, you look beautiful without it.” Nikki stated as he gently shoved me out the bathroom.

“I know I look beautiful without it, but I still like wearing it.” I reminded him, he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah okay princess vain.” He watched as I picked up the dress that was laying on the bed. It was a short dark green velvet dress with off the shoulder straps. There were tiny but sparkly black gems along the bust line.

“You want us to match?” I said, trying to hide my giggle. He rolled his eyes with a smile, he then nodded at my words.

“I thought it would uh, be nice if we matched. I mean, it’s not prom. But still, I think we would look uh....cute?” Nikki scratched his head as I stared at him, a huge smile on my face as I could see the pink rise in his cheeks.

“I’m uh, I’m gonna go let Anarchy out before we leave.” He muttered as he quickly left the bedroom.

After a short while later, I straightened up the bedroom before heading downstairs. Nikki’s eyes following me as I walked step by step. I heard him exhale deeply as I trotted over to him, smirk on my face as I stood toe to toe with Nikki. He smiled as his eyes wandered down my dress, taking in how the fabric hugged every curve underneath.

“Can I tell you how much this dress was?” I asked him as his eyes immediately came back to mine.

“I don’t think I want to know. But, god. You look amazing in it.” He said as he grabbed my hand and twirled me around, before pulling me flush against his chest.

“I love you.” Nikki muttered as he lowered his head, softly kissing my lips. When he pulled away I wiped my thumb over his bottom lip, removing excess lip gloss.

“I love you too, but let’s hurry up and go because these heels are already hurting my feet and I want to take them off.”

He chuckled as he held the front door open before leaving in the shiny black limo that was waiting for us.

*Nikki’s POV*

I helped Vanity out of the limo, holding her hand tightly at my side as we walked through a montage of paparazzi. I kissed the side of her head as we headed inside.

“Oh goody, a bar. If you need me you’ll know where to find me.” She said as she tried letting go of my hand but I quickly grabbed it and brought her back to my side.

“Pictures first, then you can go.” I told her as she sighed dramatically, “But Nikki-“

“Nikki! Over here!” We immediately got pulled into the direction of cameras as I pulled Vanity along, hand on her lower back as she stood at my side. I smiled down at her as she glanced up at me. Her eyes were sparkling, but not as much as the diamond necklace around her neck was. I kissed her forehead, seeing her cheeks form into a smile. Life was sure damn good at the moment.

I sat with the guys after we talked to the press. Van had been whisked off by Heather and Emi with the promises of tequila shots. I had my eyes fixated on her as she was sitting at the bar talking with the significant others. I caught her eye as she smiled at me, blowing a kiss before flipping me off and laughing. I motioned for her to come over to me, but she shook her head.

“Stop eye fucking from across the room.” Mick retorted to me as I laughed, “I am not!” I defended myself as he grumbled and sipped on his water bottle.

“I can’t wait to marry her man...” I said as I looked over at him. Mick then glanced over to Van and then back at me.

“Yeah, yeah you won’t shut up about it. Just don’t fuck it up Nikki. You have a habit of doing something when it’s going good between you two .”

“Hey man. Things have been great since rehab. We do argue, but it’s not like before. We’re there for each other, supporting one another. Can’t say that about Heather and Tommy-“ I said, pointing to heather and then at Tommy who was in a dim lit corner talking to some redhead, “or Vince and Sharise for that matter.”

Mick chuckled, “I’m just giving you a hard time, kid. However...I’m just saying Nikki, we’re going on the road soon. We don’t know how hard everything is gonna be till we’re doing it.”

I nodded, “I know man. I’m fine. I can handle it. I’ll be fine, she’ll be fine. It will be okay this time.” Truth be told, I am extremely nervous and worried for the tour. For a whole six months, we’ll be gone on the road, then we’ll come back for a month and then we’re off again for another six months. Vanity hasn’t even told me if she wants to come or not.

“How’s uh, your back and shoulders?” I asked him, he immediately glared at me. My therapist suggests I should always try to ask my bandmates how they are doing.

“What the fuck do you think? Shitty as always, Nikki.” He growled as I put my hands up in defense.

“I’m sorry, man. I just haven’t asked, and no one seems to ask. I worry you know? Guitar god.” I said with a laugh as his tough demeanor softened a bit.

He reached over and patted my shoulder, “I appreciate it, Sixx.”

I nodded, glancing over to Vanity who was now alone at the bar drinking a beer. She had her judging face on and was more than likely was nitpicking someone’s outfit.

I turned my attention back to Mick, “So, uh you and Emi still good?” I asked, scratching the top of my head. I wasn’t a big fan of Mick dating one of our background singer and dancers. It just seemed...messy.

I saw Mick smile a little bit, “Yeah, man. We’re good. We were talking about getting married next year.” I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“No shit, man? Really? That’s awesome dude, I’m happy for you.” I said, seeing Mick smile before he rolled his eyes. His expression changed, eyebrows scrunching together as he looked across the venue.

“Hey man, does Vanity still talk to Slash?”

I immediately looked over to the bar, seeing her sitting on the stool as he talked to her. He handed her a glass as she smiled at him and started drinking it.

I exhaled deeply as Mick started laughing, “Well, this is awkward.”

*Vanity’s POV*

Some people just don’t know how to dress themselves I guess. I huffed, being bored of the party. Nikki was across the way chatting with Mick, he’d look over at me with a sweet smile. I sighed as I finished my beer before trying to get off the chair. My eyes widened when I saw Slash walking towards me. Oh, fuck.

He stood in front of me, completely blocking Nikki from me, “Slash! Hi! What’s up!” I said nervously, trying to put some space between us.

His plump lips pulled into a dangerous smirk as he took off his sunglasses, pushing them up and causing the hair to move out of his face, “I saw you sitting here and just wanted to catch up. I’ve missed you.”

Oh, fuck.

“Aw! How sweet! Nothing new here, just being Nikki’s girlfriend and living with Nikki, in our house, with our dog, her name is Anarchy. She’s a golden retriever.” I said quickly as I watched him order two jack and cokes, he handed one to me.

“I heard you and him are together and living with one another. Hope it’s going well for you.” He responded, throwing out the straw as he started sipping on the booze.

“You look absolutely wonderful in that dress.” He said, making me tense up as he ran his hand down my shoulder. Oh, fuck.

I let out a nervous laugh, “Thanks, Nikki picked it out.” I smoothed my hand over the dress, staring up at him before glancing over his shoulder seeing Nikki was still in depth with his conversation.

I looked back at Slash, smile fading when he started talking again, “Is he being good to you, angel? Are you happy?” Slash questioned, as he raised an eyebrow. His overflowing confidence was out on display as he stepped closer to me, I quickly got off the barstool. My eyes meeting Nikki’s as he approached us. Oh, fuck.

Nikki wrapped his arm around my waist snuggly, pulling me against his side. I sighed quietly, knowing this more than likely wasn’t gonna go well, “Slash, so nice of you to make it.” Nikki spoke.I looked up seeing that little jaw muscle of his clenching repeatedly.

I glanced over at Slash, seeing that smirk of his never fading, “Yeah man, no problem! Thanks for having me.” Slash playfully smacked Nikki’s shoulder, “You look good Sixx. Better then the last time I saw you, that’s for damn sure.”

I frowned, that was kinda fucked up. I put my hand on top of his that was resting against my hip, feeling his arm relax around me.

“Last time you saw me, you were as high as I was and I was fucking dead.” Nikki snapped as Slash let out a laugh before ‘playfully’ punching him in the chest.

“Fun times! I mean not you dying on us-“ he said, sending a wink my way, “Don’t mind me Nikki, just saw Vanity looking beautiful as always and wanted to say hello.”

I looked between the two, taking a sip of the cocktail Slash had given me. I watched as Nikki ‘playfully’ punched Slash a tad bit harder.

“Yeah, she’s always beautiful.” Nikki said, kissing the top of my head as I tried forcing a smile.

Slash nodded, taking a sip from his drink as he stared at Nikki, “Don’t you have press to go talk to?”

I sucked in a deep breath of air as I glanced at Slash. His eyebrow was raised as he tried to stifle his laughter. Why does this have to happen to me? What the hell did I ever do for the universe to punish me like this?

“Well, I’m bringing my girl with me.” Nikki growled, trying to pull me away but I stopped him. He gave me that stern look of his as he waited for me.

“Nikki, I’ve already talked to almost all of them here. I’ve answered such stupid questions tonight it’s ridiculous.” I pouted, bringing the glass up to my lips as he let out a chuckle. And it wasn’t a ‘oh that’s funny’ chuckle it was more like ‘I’m gonna snap in five seconds if I don’t leave’ chuckle.

“Well I don’t want anyone placing any god damn bets again, so, the choice is yours Vanity.” Nikki snapped, my eyes went wide as Slash let out a scoff.

I gently smacked Nikki’s chest, “Babe, don’t start. Let’s just go okay?” I said, trying to grab his hand and pull him away.

Nikki scowled, holding my hand tightly as he glared at him, “Gladly. You see Slash, we get press and your singer gets blasted in the papers with cops waiting for him.”

I let out a groan as I sat back down on the barstool, knowing this wasn’t ending anytime soon. I finished my drink and watched the two argue some more.

“You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, Sixx. You shouldn’t be the one to talk about press when it took you almost ten years to come up with something decent.”

Nikki laughed, “decent? What do you have? Four fucking songs that might, if you’re lucky get played in football stadiums?” Nikki rolled his eyes with a bitter laugh, “I’ve sold millions of albums and have sold out arenas across the world.”

Slash rolled his eyes, slamming his cup down on the bar, “Oh yeah? And with all that money you shoved into your veins do you even have any left? You were in rehab! You have no idea what happened! That was the fans fault!” Slash shouted, Nikki glancing over at me with a smirk.

“Yeah, but I don’t need to throw a fit like a baby on stage and hurt our fans. Your band is nothing but a rip off of Motley Crue.”

Slash let out an amused laugh, “Throw a fit? As if you didn’t throw a fit when I fucked your girl. Went off the fucking deepened cause of it!”

I got off the chair, putting my hands on Nikki’s chest as an attempt to push him away, “let’s go, now. Thank you for the drink, but we need to go talk to more press.” I said, glancing back at him before Nikki wrapped his hand around my arm and lead me through the crowd.

He guided me back to where he was prior, “I’m gonna fucking break his hands if he talks to you again, see if he has a career after that.” Nikki snarled as he sat down next to me, clutching his soda can as he took a sip.

“That’s dramatic.” I rolled my eyes as he stared at me, “Dramatic? Really, Vanity? That douche does it on fucking purpose.”

“Okay, Maybe so. But I was fine before you came over. He wasn’t doing much.” I said as I took his soda, taking a sip out of it before giving it back to him.

“‘Wasn’t doing much’ what does that even mean? What the hell was he saying to you, Vanity?” Nikki demanded to know as he glared at me.

“We were just talking about the house and you, I was keeping my distance and had it under control. It was fine.” I argued as I crossed my arms against my chest. I mean, I wasn’t fine. But it’s fine. I don’t need him to come rescue me every time.

“And if I hadn’t of intervene I’m sure he would start buying you more and more drinks and god knows what else he would of done.” He continued as I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, now you’re going too far Nikki. I would’ve said no to more from him, don’t you trust me?” I questioned him as he sighed, rubbing his ringed hand over his face.

“Of course I trust you doll, I don’t trust him and I don’t fucking like him.” He replied as he scooted over to me, wrapping his arm around me as he kissed my shoulder.

I moved away from his affectionate touch, “Then why was he invited? Clearly he isn’t a friend of yours.”

He groaned, leaning his forehead against me, “Cause of dumb T-bone.”

“Hey, what did I do now!?” Tommy laughed as he plopped down by us, “I have been good all night.”

I snickered, “Good with that chick you met?” I asked, eyebrow raised as he flipped me off.

“Man, your dumbass just had to go and invite Slash, didn’t you?” Nikki said, glancing over at the drummer as I watched the two bicker like an old married couple.

“Well yeah, he’s our friend Sixx.” Tommy shrugged taking a sip of his drink before chewing on some ice.

Nikki rolled his eyes, “He’s not our friend, he’s your friend. I told you I didn’t want that fucker near me tonight.”

“Yes, and I told him not to bother you. And if he wanted to talk, just congratulate you on the album and move on.” Tommy explained himself as Nikki shook his head.

“That includes Vanity or did you just forget that too?” Nikkis voice was condescending as I rolled my eyes.

“Oh yeah…I forgot. That’s a thing.” Tommy giggled as he sent me a wink.

“Fuck you T-bone, it’s not a thing. And it’s fine, it’s already done and over with Nikki. Just let it go.”

“Yeah, Sixx. Just let it go. I mean you’re fine with what happened between her and I-“

“T-bone! Shut up! It’s not the same.” Nikki was quick to cut him off.

“Oh it’s exactly the same, actually!” I said, moving away from Nikki as I glared at him.

“I’m…I’m gonna go…uh find Vince.” Tommy said before scurrying away from us.”

Nikki continued his glare on me, “Right, how could I forget? Have a problem with Slash but not with Tommy, right, right.” I shook my head, rolling my eyes at him before looking away and overseeing the party goers

I was caught off guard when Nikki cupped his hand underneath my chin to make me look straight at him. His gaze was intense as he looked down at me, “Baby, I’m not mad at you. I just don’t like that fucker anymore. He looks at you like you’re just a piece of ass and you’re not.”

I huffed, “Well, thanks for that.” I said pushing his hand away from my face, but he quickly gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger again.

“Vanity, loose the attitude. Sorry for interrupting the chat with your little boyfriend” He joked with a laugh as I glared at him.

“That’s not even funny.” I muttered, watching his lips come towards me before he gave me a quick peck, “Just a little bit.” He said before deepening another kiss as he grabbed my legs and draped them over his knees. Nikki’s strong hands glided up and down my legs, gently squeezing my thighs.

“I’m ready to take you home and get you out of this dress.” He whispered into my ear as he placed a kiss on my neck.

“Again with the chivalry Nikki? I am so impressed with you today.” I giggled, cupping his strong jaw as he turned the side of his head, kissing my palm.

“Only for you darling, don’t tell these press though. I have a reputation to keep up.” He joked as he kissed my lips softly.

“Oh yes, how could I forget the big bad Nikki Sixx can’t be known as a giant softie with his girlfriend, silly of me to think so.” I chuckled as I leaned into his chest to get comfortable

“Excuse me.” We both looked up seeing a tall, skinny as a pencil woman standing in red heels, a black dress and matching red framed glasses that hugged her face with blonde curls falling just above her eyebrows.

Nikki sighed, glaring at her, “Hello Natalie, surprised you got an invite to this thing.”

I narrowed my eyes as she sat down in front of us, taking the the spot in the empty chair. “Oh Nikki, how could you be surprised? You should know by now I am always on the list to get in.” She cackled, pushing up her glasses.

“Van, meet Natalie. She’s the local lowlife paparazzi that just loves to get into our faces, mainly because Tommy turned her down one night.” Nikki explained, trying to hide his laugh.

She scoffed, “I turned him down, thank you very much. I came to keep things civil. May I ask a few questions?”

“No, we’ve done enough tonight. Go bother someone else.” Nikki ordered as I put my hand on his chest.

“One more wouldn’t hurt, Nik.” I spoke softly, removing my legs from his lap as I sat up straight, smiling kindly at Natalie.

Nikki grumbled, leaning back into the couch with his hand on my thigh, “Fine a few questions, that’s it.”

Natalie smiled as she pushed her glasses back up before reading the pre written questions she had written on her notepad, “So, as the world knows Nikki, you had overdosed and were brought back by paramedics. How is the sober living going for you and the rest of the band? Are you four being supported by your uh….flames of the month?”

My face scrunched up in annoyance already, “I am…I’m not a flame of the month. I’m his girlfriend.” I mumbled as I glanced over at him and then her.

Nikki rolled his eyes, “Vanity isn’t the flame of the month. She’s been with me through thick and thin. And sober living is great, I like that I can actually write songs and not messes. I think we’ve grown a lot, musically as a band since getting clean.”

Natalie nodded, smiling at my death glare as she jotted down notes with her frilly blue pen, “ah, that little rumor is true? She’s been around for a while. How come we’re just now seeing and hearing from her?”

“Because I didn’t want to put her out in the open for people like you to attack her with a million stupid questions, that’s why.” Nikki assured with a kiss on the side of my temple

Natalie chuckled, taking another sip of her martini, “Well, I’m sure someone from her background would just love all this attention, wouldn’t you sweetheart?”

I clenched down on my jaw, rolling my eyes as her cheap, bubble gum pink gloss covered lips pulled into a smirk, “and my background is what exactly? Hm?” I questioned, sitting up straight as

I stared at her.

“I’m sure being a heiress to a multi billion dollar empire doesn’t help matters. So I’m sure you’re use to the money, the fast cars, the lavish clothes, the parties all the things you are spoiled with. All the fun things that come with dating a rockstar, but what about the not so fun things?”

“Uh, well, nothing it isn’t too different. There is glitz and glamor in the rock star life just as there was is in mine back in Dallas. More booze maybe, bigger hair too. But the uh, parties aren’t like this. They’re more reserved. There’s more, more business involved.”

Nikki gave me a thumbs up as he giggled a little bit.

“How does one get involved with Motley Crue’s bad boy?” She questioned as I let out a laugh. If they only knew how sensitive he really can be.

“Nikki? Oh, I met him a long time ago at the Diner I work at. I watched the band perform at the Whisky a few times with my friends. And then uh, we just started hanging out more and more, I went on tour with them for a little bit, I’m really close with T-Bone too, he’s like my brother. Same with Mick and Vince. And then uh, I don’t know we started dating after a long period of chasing one another in circles.” I answered, running my hand through Nikki’s hair as he leaned back with a smile.

Natalie turned to me, “I’m also curious to know, how someone like you, a woman who was raised in a high class society found herself wrapped up in the sleazy misogynistic ways of Motley Crue, I’m sure you don’t support it, do you?” I frowned at her words as I felt Nikki stiffen up a little bit.

“Well, you know how the scene is. And you know how rockstars act and how they live. The indulgence of woman, alcohol and drugs is all part of the music industry. Motley Crue is the epitome of all of that, sure they’ve done stuff and said things that aren’t socially acceptable but I could tell you just by knowing all of them pretty damn well they aren’t the same guys they were five years ago.” I explained as she nodded, jotting down a few things.

“That’s enough for the questions, Natalie. I heard Poison is right up the road, you should go harass them next.” Nikki spoke up as he smiled at her.

“Or, you can go find Axl. I think he’s here actually and I’m sure he has a lot to say about the incident with his fans.” I suggested, watching her finish off the martini before placing it on the table, “Thank you for your time.”

I waved bye to her, watching Natalie gather her items. I turned to Nikki as he glanced down at me, “How about you take me home and show me all the sleazy and dirty things she was talking about?” I smirked, eyebrow raised as I toyed with the layered necklaces.

He held my hand as he brought it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the rings on my fingers, “Oh baby girl, you don’t even have to ask me twice. Let’s get out of here.”