#Like You bitches can kick rocks with open toe shoe on

[golbrocklovely]

I just read your most recent reblog, people commenting on anyone else's body is disgusting. I am more in shock that people think it's genuinely okay to do. I am disgusted.

it really is disturbing how fans feel so comfortable talking about colby's body. and in general, doing that to anyone you apparently care for in one way or another is gross.

seeing it with my own eyes, someone straight up joking about his lack of a both testicles, as if they have a right to do that is behind atrocious to me. colby himself is allowed to joke about shit like that. you, as a fan, don't. would you want someone joking about a possible insecurity of yours? and not only an insecurity, but a traumatic moment in your life?

i'm allowed to joke about my dad being dead. i'm allowed to joke about my suicide attempts. but if someone casually commented "third times the charm, huh?" to me, i think i would roundhouse kick them in the jaw. bc that's a very fucked thing to say to someone that a, doesn't know you, and b, you claim to know and care about.

this fandom has gone too far with it's joking about both snc. colby isn't the only one i've seen get made fun of this week, but the comments made about him, about his literal fucking cancer and body part he lost to said cancer, are the ones that piss me off the most. the boys are allowed to joke about themselves at their expense. you can join them in laughing at themselves. but making the jokes yourself is crossing a line. bc it's not the "haha one ball wonder" joke everyone claims colby's cool with. it's far beyond that at this point.

and if you genuinely feel comfortable joking in that manner and see nothing wrong with that type of behavior, i hope you wake up in a cold sweat every night forever, haunted by your embarrassing and pathetic choices. you're a terrible fucking person. kick rocks with open toe shoes, bitch.

[liamloveslarry]

The Boy Who Cried Wolf~

okay i’ve posted some snippets below and i’ve kept the general theme the story flows in so far, however it may not make sense as i’ve purposefully left some things out but i think u can get a general vibe from it hopefully, idk let me know what you think bc it’s been ages since i’ve picked this up and i would love to finish and post it soon!

tw for one use of derogatory language, violence, body horror/gore, swearing, experimentation, surgery & fictional medicines, mild nsfw, use of guns but at the beginning - these all sounds worse than they are, but it’s a werewolf fic so there had to be some element of ~horror.

The ground beneath Harry is hard and damp. 

He can feel the wetness soak through into his already sodden socks from where his shoes had come off in the brawl, and it reminds him of being young and spilling ice cubes on the floor, trying to hastily clean the water up with his foot and feeling the cold cling to his toes. 

He squeezes his fists together and bends his head between his knees, breathing deep. 

There’s a chill in the air and the frost nips at his nude body, causing goosebumps to flare in his skins wake so fast it stings as they burst through his flesh. 

His long hair acts as a barrier against the frigid air, but every time he rocks back, the metal bars stood tall behind him hiss against his skin and cause him to whimper and growl. 

He looks up and wraps his arms around his knees, shielding what little modesty he has left. 

He can see two guards standing either side of the cell, each holding firearms in their sturdy arms. Their fingers on the trigger ready to shoot if Harry so much as thought about doing something he shouldn’t. 

There’s another body to the right of him that looks in bad condition. He can smell it before he sees it. The person’s leg appears to be injured judging by the sluggish trail of blood that’s pumping into a puddle on the floor, and there are multiple cuts and grazes across their torso and face. 

Deep enough that Harry can see muscle and bone. Deep enough that Harry can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman.

If he focuses enough, he can hear them breathing. 

Or maybe that’s just himself.

Harry’s feet scuffle on the floor as he tries to get a closer look, but it causes one of the guard’s head to twist towards him and narrow his eyes, gripping his gun even tighter as he opens his big, fat mouth.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He growls.

Harry whips his head up and looks him in the eye. He retracts his arm slowly from where he was reaching out to touch the person’s pulse point and places it on the floor.

The guards face is pinched and sweaty, as if he’d be afraid of Harry if there wasn’t a thick barrier of metal between them. He can hear the hitch in his breath when does so much as blink, confirming the theory further that he’s more afraid of Harry than Harry is of him.

“What am I doing here?” His voice his shot and gruff, a reminder of just two hours previous when he’d been snarling and shouting, trying to tear chunks of flesh from their bodies out of fear while they’d held him down and stunned him into submissive shock.

He doesn’t remember much after being shoved into the back of a truck and led to where he assumes, he is now, cooped up in a dingy cell with a half rotting body and two wankers as company.

The guard punches out a laugh, the tip of the gun clanging against the metal as his body jerks forward. It causes Harry to wince as the sharp sound penetrates his ear drums.

“For a dog I thought you’d be smarter. But it looks like you’re just another dumb bitch.”

Harry’s fingers catch against the grain of the floor as the tip of his claw protrudes and causes the concrete to shift and crumble beneath him. He can’t help the rumble in his chest while the thought to bare his teeth becomes more prominent each second the guard smirks and cocks his gun mockingly at Harry’s head. 

“Calm down puppy, it’s not even a full moon yet so I dunno why you’re gettin’ all hyped up.” 

Harry doesn’t feel himself move but he can see the guard’s eyes sweep across his form, right from the tips of his toes to his hairline as he clenches his gun tighter, which means he now must be standing. 

He knows better than to step forward, knowing he’ll probably get shot if he dares so much as inch his pinky out. 

He can feel his bones shift and his muscles twinge, and there’s a deep throbbing coming from his thigh which he only notices now. As he casts his eyes down, he can see it’s torn and open. There must be something slowing the healing as usually something like that would’ve closed up by now.

“Tell me why I’m here.”

The guard cocks his eyebrow.

“No.”

Harry’s hands clasp into fists and he takes a deep breath.

“Tell me why I’m here.”

He can see the guard smirking, albeit if he narrows his eyes slightly, he can still see his pulse jumping under his skin as if trying to scramble from his body. He shifts his hip slightly to take the weight off his injured leg, causing his cock to slap against his thigh.

The guard’s eyes drift down and this time it’s Harry’s turn to smirk.

“What’s the matter? Never seen one this big before?”

The guards face turns red and he splutters, his pig face scrunching up as if he’d sucked on a sour lemon and he scrambles to point his gun through the bars and at Harry.

“Shut the fuck up you fucking dog! I swear to god I’ll blow your fucking brains out you mutt, you utter cu- “

“That’s enough.”

They both whip their head towards the second guard as his hand inches out and places it on the other guard’s gun, pushing it down slowly.

“You!”, he says, eyes piercing into the other man and gritting his teeth, “need to shut your fucking gob and stop riling Lassie up; and you!”, he turns and sweeps his gaze over Harry’s form, boots coming to rest against the edge of the metal, “need to stop asking so many sodding questions and shut up.”

Harry blinks down at his wet socks and frowns.

“Can I at least have some clothes?”

The second guards gaze lingers on his abdomen.

“No,” he smirks, eyes trailing upwards and resting on Harry’s face, “I’m rather enjoying the view.”

Harry growls out “fucking pervert” and doesn’t think twice before moves his foot forward, which causes the first guard to panic and fire his gun. 

The bullet doesn’t pierce his skin, but it’s made of something hard and it smacks full force him in the chest, instantly knocking him backwards and winding him.

He can see both of the guards arguing and waving their arms at each other, but his hearing has gone woofy so he can’t understand what they’re saying. 

The room is starting to spin and the pain in his thigh and upper chest are getting worse, causing Harry to sway on the spot and collapse onto his knees.

The last thing he remembers is the sound of an alarm before his vision blurs and turns to black.

~

It was dark by the time he’d left the office, nodding and waving at the receptionist who was sat in the tiny booth on his way out. It had also been raining, which Harry realises now he probably should’ve driven in, but the morning had been so frosty and clear with dew drops settling on autumn leaves, that he couldn’t help but walk through the winding paths and bramble bushes to get to work. Even if it did take him thirty minutes.

He remembers pulling his hood up and walking down the road until he reached a narrow ginnel that acted as a bridge between the small town and his house.

It had been here he’d been attacked.

At first, he thought it was just somebody mugging him and he knew it wasn’t best placed to chomp his way out of it, it wouldn’t look too good if a local hooligan had been found with teeth marks imprinted onto his skin, so he’d done his best to ignore him, promptly shoving them off; only to realise there was two of them and one had what looked to be a gun.

Stunned, he’d tried to run but they’d pinned him down and cast a sickening blow to his stomach. It had caused Harry to go into sensory overload as he could smell the cheap cigarette smoke on their collars and their nasty breath wafting up his nostrils, causing him to heave and snarl. It was only a matter of time before his abilities kicked in and his claws and teeth had decided to make an appearance. He’d nicked of the men on his jaw and tried to bite his neck, but the other man held an electric rod against his ribs and shocked him.

~

She’s fair skinned and has light brown hair that’s held up in a ponytail. She doesn’t say much as she checks the stats on the monitor screen, but Harry does his best to smile whenever she looks over at him.

“Hey. What’s your name?”

She startles and nearly drops her clipboard, grasping it at the last second before it falls to the floor. She looks at him wide eyed and says nothing.

“I’m not going to do anything, I promise”. He grins and wiggles his fingers slightly in the straps. “Not like I can do anything, anyway.”

She stares at him for a beat longer and lowers her head.

“Mary.” She mumbles, fiddling with the pen and twisting it in her fingers.

Harry smiles again and tries to get her to look up.

“Mary. That’s a nice name. My name’s Harry, but I’m guessing you already know that.”

She blushes and looks away, busying herself with the buttons on the monitor and biting her bottom lip. 

She’s nervous, Harry can sense it. But if he wants to get out of here semi-unscathed, he needs to play nice with those who so far, haven’t been very nice to him. She seems kind enough anyway, judging by the fact that she wasn’t poking any fingers into his wounds or prodding at his teeth.

“I know you probably can’t say much, and I understand that; I really do, but.” He sighs and looks down. “Please can you tell me where I am?”

She continues to ignore him, taking out a needle and flicking the cap. She pumps it a few times and Harry watches as the liquid inside begins to bubble up.

She goes to inject the tip into his thigh but he catches her wrist just as she was about to press in, claws forming a shield around her delicate bone.

She looks up at him wide eyed, her breathing heavy and scared.

“Mary, please. Please tell me where I am. I won’t let go until you say something.” He can feel her small hand trembling but he isn’t going to give up without a fight.

Her fingers squeeze tighter around the needle and she tries to force the tip into his skin, but his hold is stronger and she lets out a gasp.

“Please stop, you’re hurting me.” 

“I’m sorry, I will, I promise. But not until after you tell me where I am.”

Her fingers seem to seize and stop, dropping the instrument onto the bed and her quiet, shaking voice splits the silence open like a knife cutting through paper.

~

He can smell the winter air and the frost settles in his bones, calming him instantly. He’s also very aware that he’s still in a gown and participating in a full moon event of his own. 

He’s about to step over the threshold when a hand tugs him back.

Harry turns around, and he sees Mary for the kid she is. Barely an adult and shivering in the cold.

Her nose has turned red already.

~

He lets out a ragged sob and pounds his fist against the floor. He tries to move his leg and bend his arms to press against the solid ground so he can at least heave himself up when he notices a beaming light coming towards him. He turns his head and sees through tears, rain and the dirt prickling his eyelids, the headlights of a car that’s heading his way.

The car eventually slows down to a stop in front of him, but he can’t see much through the business of the windscreen wipers and the headlights shining in his eyes. He must look a right state right now, and he’s shocked the car even stopped for him. 

If it was him, he would’ve kept on driving. 

There’s a click and the engine turns off. The lights stay on, albeit they’re dimmed a touch. 

The car door opens from the driver’s side and a man dressed in a parka and joggers hesitantly makes his way around the front of the car.

There’s silence for a few moments until the man opens his mouth.

~

Harry doesn’t know how long they drive for. He’s content to just let the sound of the quiet radio wash over him while he huddles into the blanket more, directing his toes underneath the heater. He appreciates that Louis probably has a multitude of questions he’s dying to ask, but instead he keeps his mouth shut, humming along to the radio every now and then.

They drive through the tiny town of Barnstable and the car jostles as they drive over cobbled streets and the sporadic pothole. The occasional light flickers from the shore to the right of them, but other than that the streets are as dark and as quiet as the night sky.

They tumble upwards towards a hill and Louis leads them through winding roads and sharp bends. On a particularly keen one, the car lingers to one side and Harry’s thigh moves with the turn, bashing slightly against the inside of the car door.

He winces and Louis catches it, sending a look of sympathy his way.

“Sorry, mate. Won’t be long now – another couple of minutes.” He nods down at Harry’s leg which has started to seep blood through the material. “We’ll get that patched up straight away, just try and keep some pressure on it for now.”

Harry takes a deep breath and nods, wrapping a part of the blanket around his fist and pressing it harder against the wound.

~

He grabs some shampoo from the holder that’s stuck to the wall and squirts a generous amount into his palm, rubbing his hands together and lathering it through the strands. He does the same with the shower gel and starts to wash his body as he thinks.

What he remembers from the night feels fragmented and broken, tail ends of memories flashing before they disappear. He sighs and dips his head backwards underneath the water and washes the shampoo out. 

Whatever they shot him with must’ve delayed or hindered his healing abilities as usually anything superficial or worse, only takes around an hour to heal. Granted he’s never been shot before, it should’ve only taken a little longer before it had fully closed up, instead it had gotten worse the longer the bullet had been trapped inside his leg, rooted underneath muscle and skin.

He looks down and feels as well as sees, his skin starting to knit back together. Bits of flesh fusing as one around the stitches like solder to an iron. He doesn’t know what he’ll say to Louis in terms of there no longer being a wound or a scar left in its wake, but he figures he probably doesn’t need to be semi-nude around him again, so he decides not to say anything.

He scrubs the last remnants of dirt from his body and turns to switch the shower off, taking his time to grab the towel left for him on the radiator and wrapping it around his waist. 

He pads over to the mirror and looks at his reflection.

His eyes are slightly bloodshot and his cheekbones look hallow. His long hair is dripping lukewarm water down his chest and onto the floor, but he can’t find the energy in him to do something about it.

~

He spins towards Harry, blue eyes tired and sleepy, with a soft smile etched onto his face. He lifts his arm to ruffle the back of his hair and his arm muscle expands slightly, filling out the sleeve of his hoodie. It makes Harry swallow, a quiet click due to his dry throat echoing through the room.

“You’ll be okay in here, right?” Louis asks. “You know where the bathroom is and there’s some spare toothbrushes in the drawer, feel free to get up when you want and have another shower and stu- oh!” Louis pauses and places his hand into his hoodie pocket, pulling a small box out. “There’s some paracetamol here in case you need them in the middle of the night for your leg – pretty sure there’s a spare glass in the bathroom too, just in case you didn’t wanna stick your head under the tap.” He places the box down onto the bedside table and throws a smile Harry’s way.

Harry won’t need them but he nods and smiles anyway, yawning out a thank you. He forgets momentarily that Louis is still in the room when he starts taking the hoodie off, and only remembers when a cough sounds out against the silence and he whips his head up.

~

Harry unclicks his seatbelt and goes to open the car door when Louis’ hand stops him. He turns back. 

Tired, green eyes meet concerned, blue ones.

“Just.” Louis pauses. “Just be careful out there, okay?” Harry stays silent while Louis’ fingers tighten around his arm. 

It doesn’t feel unsafe.

“When I found you, I thought you were dead. I haven’t asked you what happened because I assumed you’d tell me when you were ready. And you still don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He rushes to say, then pauses to stroke his thumb lightly over Harry’s arm, hair standing to attention and swaying under soft material and fingertips. “So just, be careful. Please.”

His eyes feel like they’re boring into Harry’s soul, each pupil filled with worry and pleading as if for Harry to promise him. Harry doesn’t know what to do, so he gently places his hand on top of Louis’ and smiles kindly.

“I promise. It was just a,” how does he word this “– a bad night. And hopefully it won’t happen again.” He figures he might have to verbalize what happened one day, but today is not that day. Where would he even start? ‘Thanks for saving my life and oh, by the way, I’m a werewolf?’

One headache is enough for now.

Louis looks at him for a second longer and breathes out, squeezing his arm one last time and dropping his hand back down, resting it on his thigh.

“I’ll call you.”

Harry nods and opens the car door, turning back one last time.

“Thank you, for everything.”

~

Making his way through to the living room, he flicks the light on and watches as dust bunnies flit about the air, as if to say welcome home. The machine to the right of him is flashing relentlessly, signifying there are messages waiting for him. He presses the voicemail button and listens as a robotic voice, followed by a woman’s, floats through the speaker.

Beep. Three new messages.

Beep. First Message.

“Hi, love. It’s only me. Just checking to make sure you’re alright? I know you said you had a busy week so wanted to catch up before the weekend.”

Beep. End of first message. 

Beep. Second message.

“Hi, Harry. Me again. Not sure if you got my first message and I know you’re probably having a minute to yourself after work, but just give me a call back when you get this.”

Beep. End of second message.

Beep. Third message.

“Harry, it’s me. It’s nearly 8 o’clock and I haven’t heard anything. I’m starting to worry, will you ring me back, please? I swear to god if something’s happe-yes! I’m ringing him again, he’s not answering, Har-”

Beep. End of third message.

No more messages.

~

If he listens carefully enough, he can hear the hedgehog’s tiny teeth tear through the slop, gurgling as he swallows. Small wheezes puff through his narrow nostrils when he pauses, the spikes on his back sparkling under the stars. Harry’s eyes adjust better than any humans could while his ears hone in on the sounds around him. Voles and mice race through the grass, snatching worms and bugs alike. Owls hoot in the distance while foxes rummage through bins, rubbish galore. He can even hear the moths fluttering their tiny wings as they quiver and vibrate through the dark.

The plate is nearly empty when he hears something snap. Even Bob pauses licking the ceramic to sniff the air; black, beady eyes darting right to left. He must think they’re in the clear when he starts moving again, nifty nose nudging through wet food. Harry continues to watch the garden when he hears another snap. 

This time it’s louder.

Claws replace fingernails and grip the step below him, twists of PVC twirling underneath sharp talons as they’re sliced from the ledge. 

Forgive him for he usually wouldn’t be this on edge, however getting oneself kidnapped and tortured has made even the scariest of monsters slightly fearful.

Though his eyesight is much like that of a hawk, he can’t see anything out of the ordinary. The bushes and leaves sway slowly in the breeze, every now and then a hoot echoes in the distance.

He stops breathing when he feels something brush against his ankle and his claws pierce the delicate skin of his palm; but he realises when he looks down that it’s just Bob nuzzling between his sock clad feet, trying to reach a meaty grub that’s getting away. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes, counting to ten in his head. He shifts his feet so his three-legged friend can reach his dessert. He decides it’s enough for one night and reaches down to pick the plate up. He stands and casts his eyes around the garden one more time, settling on a tree branch that rests over the fence. He doesn’t know how long he stares at it until he feels the chill of the air whip against his face. Blinking out of his stupor, he shakes his head and lets out a small huff, breath casting white shapes into the cold air. 

“Bed,” he whispers, “just go to bed, Harry.”

~

It’s the middle of the night when he needs the toilet, bladder unrelenting as he shuffles sleepily out of the tent, torch in one hand as he makes his way over to a nearby tree. He’s resting his palm against the trunk when he hears a snap and a low moan coming from somewhere next to him. He tries to hurry his peeing as fast as he can, shaking himself off and guiding himself back into his shorts when something barges into him, slamming him down onto the forest floor.

His head knocks against the ground and he groans, mind going fuzzy. He can’t see for shit what’s on top of him but it’s dark and big and it’s groaning. Rumbling screams clutching at his bones. He tries to shake it off but it’s larger than Harry, at least seven foot and it drags him about like prey. He goes limp and cold, as if his mind is disconnected from his body. All he can remember is a white-hot flash of pain from where the thing had sunken its jaws into Harry’s side, teeth seizing around his rib cage and pulling, twisting, sinking. He remembers trying to scream but no sound escaped his lips. It was like he was watching from above. Watching as his body was tugged and heaved from left to right. Sharp claws scratched and hooked at his hip bones, making sure he couldn’t get away.

He could feel blood oozing out from where he’d been bitten and torn at, and the pain he felt was almost blinding. His fingers twitched at his side until they felt something smooth and hard. In a moment of sheer adrenaline, Harry had lifted what he assumed was a rock and slammed it down onto the thing’s head, once, twice, three times. Until its jaws had become loose and its teeth unclenched from around his bones. Blood spurted onto his face, lining his lips and staining his eyelashes. The thing went limp and sagged against Harry’s body, white eyes rolling back into its split skull as it shivered, seized and stopped.

He remembers pushing it off his body as best he could and trying to scramble away from it, bare feet and toes digging into the soft earth as he pushed himself backwards. He gulped when he hit the back of a tree and lay panting, hands shaking as they touched his side, feeling nothing but hollow bone and air. Looking down there was only red. Torn flesh and muscle protruding and dangling down as if no longer part of his body.

He remembers sobbing as he blinked through the tears and tried to get a good look at the figure lying dead in front of him. Holding both hands against where he’d been bitten and pulled apart like leftovers.

He remembers looking up at the sky above him, the moon big and bold as she stared back at him.

He remembers feeling like he was going to die.

~

A book is placed into Harry’s hands and he looks confused at the two men before Zayn just nods his head at the item, encouraging Harry to open it. 

“What is this?” He asks.

“Just read it.” Niall says, blinking at Harry.

It’s black and the corners are worn. It isn’t a big book either by any means, but it’s chunky and smells of old leather. Indented in gold on the front page are what look to be like nymphs and needles, wound tight around flesh as if both are becoming one. He turns to the first page and registers the thin, waxy paper.

~

Harry nods, doesn’t feel as though he can speak properly before stepping onto the train. His foot barely reaches the entry when his name is called behind him. He turns his head and sees Zayn walking up to him.

“I,” he coughs, looking around him a touch awkwardly, Niall turns away and bends down, pretending to busy himself with his shoelace. “Stay safe, yeah?” 

He pulls something out of his pocket and presses it into Harry’s hand. “Call us if you need us, anytime. I mean it.”

And with that he’s spinning around and walking up to Niall, clapping him on the back and nodding towards the exit. Harry tightens his fist around whatever Zayn had given him and ducks into the carriage, finding a seat near the far back and sitting down.

He rests his head against the cool glass and shuts his eyes.

Tries to keep his racing thoughts from becoming nightmares.

~

Page 37.

Sally.

ne.re.id. sea.nymph. mer.ma.id.

August 13th 1989. 15:07pm.

Found near the North coast of Portknockie in Scotland. Terrain is rocky and waves were at high speed. Out of plain sight to any passersby, however not so hidden she wouldn’t have been spotted by cliff dwellers. Water is salty meaning she has not swum from any freshwater rivers or lakes. Around 250cm in length, including the tail which has been jaggedly severed from fin upwards. The creature is unconscious but has a strong heartbeat. A mixture of morphine and hematide has been administered into the left arm of the creature and she remains stable. 

Despite her long frame, she has a petite torso and fine hair decorating her entire upper half. Subject has dark hair and green eyes. They seem to change to lilac under fluorescent lighting while her pupils dilate. She speaks in broken sentences, mostly garbled hums and high-pitched warbles.

Subject has webbed fingers and sharp nails. Subject also does not have a belly button nor any eyebrows.

Harry’s fingers freeze around the handle of his mug and he places it down onto the table shakily, taking another steady breath inwards. Outside the bin men are talking joyously as the disposal unit crunches in the distance while the neighbours next door are having yet another argument about who’s turn it is on the computer. But nothing registers, and Harry can only focus on the words standing stark against yellow stained paper below him.

~

September 7th 1989. 14:24pm.

Subject ‘Sally’ has been prepped for surgery. Subomunex was dispensed into the subject’s neck gills. We have found this to be most effective when operating on water-based creatures as it releases certain toxins and nutrients to ensure the subject can breathe without the need for H20.

Research into the common cold occurred almost one year ago, and we have found certain elements that make up a nereid’s larynx fight most, if not all symptoms of a ‘sore throat’. Today we shall create a medium incision into the subject’s neck muscle and remove the larynx, most commonly known as the voice box, from the subject’s throat. Delicate strands of tissue and muscle will be removed and sent to the Section B lab where it will be tested and if successful, dispensed into edible capsules and distributed among Pharmacies across the UK. 

A tiny proportion of the larynx’s genetic makeup will be extracted and re-created to ensure there is enough material for us to provide in the long term.

There’s a picture underneath the paragraph of what looks to be a theatre and Sally stretched out along a bed, four doctors are also in the photo, two standing either side of the creature and if Harry squints, he can see their smiles through their surgical masks.

~

“H-hello?”

There’s silence before the other person speaks.

“Uh…is this Harry?”

He doesn’t register the voice and his brows furrow in confusion, nose sniffling.

“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“It’s um, Louis?” the voice replies, “I picked you up from the middle of the road, uh. About a week ago?”

God, has it really only been a week?

All of a sudden, his eyes widen in stark realisation and he clutches the phone tighter in the palm of his hand.

“Oh! God, I’m so sorry, hi. How are you?”

There’s a little huff of laughter and Harry imagines Louis’ eyes crinkling.

“Yeah, I’m alright, mate. Are you? You sound a little…off.”

Harry leans against the living room wall and rolls his head sideways, “uh,” he glances at the book, “just a sad film, proper got to me, had a little cry as you do.”

~

“I should probably leave.” Harry says, and carefully dislodges Cliff’s head from his leg, placing it down gently onto the couch cushion beneath him. He doesn’t even move, just wiggles his back slightly and twitches his paw from where it’s resting in mid-air.

“If this is about you dribbling on me, I really don’t care. I’ve had worse things on me.”

Harry’s blush darkens, and he mumbles out, “it’s not about the dribble thing, I just think I should go.”

He stands up and makes his way into the hallway, vaguely aware Louis is talking to him, but the words are muffled against the heavy sound of Harry’s beating heart. He grabs one of his shoes and slips it on his foot, patting down his chest and pockets, trying to search for his keys while shielding his face so Louis doesn’t see how red his cheeks have become.

“-think you should just stay the night.”

Harry’s in the middle of slipping on his other shoe, when he braces his arm against the wall to stop him from tripping up, and turns to face Louis who’s piercing Harry with his gaze, despite the warm flush that’s expanding across his face.

“What?”

“I said, I think you should just stay the night.”

“I-,”

“I don’t mean, um,” Louis huffs a laugh, a telltale pink blooming on his cheeks, “in my room, or anything. I meant the spare room again, if you want?” He places his hands into his jean pockets and rocks back a little on his feet, “it’s just really frosty outside, and dark, so I’d feel pretty shitty if I let you drive back now.”

“Lou-“

“Sorry if it sounds like I’m being pushy, I don’t mind, really! It’s just,” he sighs, lips pursing and fingers reaching out to scratch at the chipped paint on the wall, “I’d just hate for something to happen, y’know, like last time,” he murmurs quietly, a sad sort of smile sweeps across his lips and he looks down, shrugging his shoulders.

You’d think what happened that night fucked him up a little too.

Maybe it did.

After all, he was the one who made sure Harry was alright and pulled a bullet from his leg, right over where Harry casts his eyes into the kitchen.

~

He groans and lifts his body to sit upright, leaning down and massaging his leg with his hand. 

He drops his head forward and sighs, insides feeling like they were going to jump out of his skin any second and run off the excess energy without him. He stands up and stretches, fingers pointing upwards towards the ceiling while his back cracked along his spine. 

It felt like a shift, bones and muscles repositioning under flesh, like tectonic plates moving and slotting into the different crevices of his body. But it wasn’t time, and Harry had learned to control the urge quite early on after he’d found himself naked in the local park after a midnight stint, bleary eyes opening to find ducks quacking nervously in the pond and a jogger staring at him with his mouth hanging open; probably wondering what he was doing lying there nude at four in the morning. He wasn’t too far from home that he couldn’t sprint back in time that nobody else noticed him, covering his delicate parts with his hands as he ran through the streets in the milky morning light. 

His clothes had been torn to shreds and he doesn’t remember much, not a great deal of evidence either from the night before other than the dirt that had gathered underneath his fingernails and twigs in his hair. He also felt different somehow, as if his body finally relaxed into itself and took one huge breath out.

~

Louis slides the door fully open then and steps into the room, toes sinking into the plush carpet beneath him. He isn’t wearing anything other than his boxers and Harry’s very aware he’s in just the same. 

“Can’t sleep?”

Harry shakes his head, fingers spreading out along the bed and clutching at the tight bottom sheet, trying hard not to think about how Louis’ shut the door behind him, not fully, but just enough to bathe the majority of the room in moonlight and heavy whispers.

“Me neither.” Louis huffs, lips morphing into a small smile and feet shuffling forward. “Feel like my body’s just pent up, y’know? Usually I’m out like a light.”

“Same.” Harry replies. “My brain won’t switch off so I’ve just been,” don’t tell him you’ve been snooping, “counting sheep.”

“And the bang?” Louis laughs.

“Oh! Uh, I just got up for some water and tripped into the bedside table.”

Harry doesn’t think about how it’s becoming easier and easier to lie.

“Do you need anything for it?” Louis asks, coming closer as if trying to inspect Harry’s foot. His toes scrunch inward under the careful scrutiny, as if they don’t want Louis to see how unblemished they really are.

There’re only a few feet between them now and Harry can feel the sleepy heat radiating from Louis’s body, can count the chest hairs that sit between his pecs and can smell the fabric conditioner of his bed sheets caught up in the hairs on his arms.

“No, I think I’m good.” He swallows, throat clicking and fingertips twitching beside him as if they’re aching to reach out and feel just how soft Louis’ skin is underneath quivering patterns of swirly flesh.

“Okay.” Louis whispers, eyelids blinking slowly, heavy with heady want, tongue inching out to lick his dry lips.

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

Whiskey on the Rocks - A Next Ones on You Blurb - Maxwell Lord

A/N: I am back with more Maxwell Lord and his barista love. Thank you to everyone who has shown this series love and asked for more. I love writing these two. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking! 

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + NSFW Explicit (Language, Oral (F! Receiving), p in v sex, fluff, and lots of kisses) 

Word Count: 1.3K 

My Masterlist 

Whiskey on the Rocks 

* This takes place between chapters two and three. :)

The movie plays quietly in the background, but neither of you pays attention to it. More focused on how your lips press against each other perfectly. The popcorn long abandoned, the glasses of whiskey on the rocks sweating. A ring forming around the bottom as it soaks into the wooden table below. His tie and jacket are in a clump on the floor, the top buttons of his shirt undone.

“Baby,” he moans into your mouth, and you sigh as he kneads the flesh of your breast. “I need you. We got interrupted last time, and I can’t stop thinking about how fucking beautiful you look underneath me.”

His words have the desired effect as a rush of desire pools between your legs. “Maxwell,” you moan, his lips finding the tender flesh of your neck and nipping lightly. “Take me to bed.” He’s up in a second and lifting you into his arms. You let out a yelp and cling to his neck, your lips finding his again, his tongue licking inside your mouth.

“Which way?” he pants against your lips, and you point towards the bedroom before reclaiming them. His steps are quick and confident as he uses the expensive Italian leather shoes to kick open your door and drops you to the bed. Your body bouncing as you look up into his heated gaze. “Strip,” he commands, “I will be right back.” He leaves through the door, and you frantically pull off your remaining clothes till your naked and waiting.

He comes back in, having discarded his shirt and belt. Toeing off his shoes at the door, leaving him in nothing but the tan dress pants unzipped at the waist. A trail of dark hair leading towards where you want him most has your mouth watering as you gaze upon his bronzed skin. His shoulders are so broad and sexy. In his hand, he holds the whiskey glass, and you raise an eyebrow as he takes a sip and comes over to you.

He puts the glass on the nightstand and pushes you back against the pillows. Dropping to his knees, he uses his forearms to brace above your chest. You barely have time to react before he envelopes a nipple in your mouth. The ice in his mouth makes you shiver and let out a gasp as the heat from his mouth melts it, and water dribbles down the side of your breast. “Oh fuck, Maxwell,” you card your hands through his blonde locks, and he grins up at you from between the valley of your breasts.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you nod, and he reaches for the glass, taking another sip before moving to the other breast. He takes turns taking sips and dragging the ice over your enflamed skin until you are soaked all over. He swirls the glass, the amber liquid sloshing up the sides as he takes a final sip and lowers himself down to your soaked core. “What do you want? Tell me.”

His hands are so big as he rubs them over your thighs and spreads your pussy with his thick fingers. “I want you to put your mouth on me, make me cum, Maxwell. I need it so bad,” you beg, and he smiles from between your thighs.

“Your wish is my command, baby,” he dives into you as a man parched, and you’re the only source of water for miles. You lean up on your elbows and watch him, his eyes fixed on you as he licks broad strips up against your folds.

“You taste so fucking good, better than my dreams,” he circles your clit with his tongue as his thick finger works its way into you, pumping you slowly. Your hips rise off the bed, and he pulls off with a pop. “Uh uh pretty baby, keep those hips down. I’ll let you know when you can fuck my face.” You moan as he adds a second finger and begins working you faster, his mouth coming back to latch onto your clit.

Your orgasm slams into you fast and unsuspecting, and you lift your hips off the bed, his fingers pulling out. You whimper before gasping as he grabs your hips and pulls you deeper into his mouth. Holding you in place as you cum all over his tongue in a quivering mess. “Maxwell, Maxwell, please,” you whine and pull at his hair. He lets go and rises up your body to kiss you passionately, pressing your whole body into the mattress.

“I want to fuck you, so, fucking, bad,” he says each word between a kiss, and you nod, running your hands through his hair. “Flip over,” he commands, and you roll over as he stands and removes his pants. You turn your head, biting your lip at him in all his glory. His beautiful cock hard and thick, curving against his stomach as he strokes it, watching your eyes darken. “Do you want me to fuck you?” You nod, and he grabs the condom wrapper off the nightstand and pulls it on before kneeling behind you.

You feel him at your entrance as he collects your slick on his member before he starts probing. When he pushes past, you groan into the pillow as he fills you so wholly like no one before. Inch by glorious inch, he fills you to the brim, your so wet it’s obscene the sound it makes as he pulls out all the way and slams back in. Gone is the slow and gentle as he begins pounding you furiously into the mattress. His fingers digging so hard into your hips he’s sure to leave bruises, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he pants against your back. You scream as he lifts you up, your back pressed into his front. Both hands coming to grasp your breasts and pulling your nipples down. His teeth graze your neck before he bites down on your shoulder. His right-hand drops your breast and moves down to your clit, rubbing it furiously as he fucks up into you. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock. I can feel the way you’re squeezing me; I know you want to cum.”

His words are your undoing, and the dam breaks as you clench around him, your toes curling with the force of your orgasm. His left hand comes around your neck, and he turns your head and kisses you hard as his breathing gets more erratic, and he cums right behind you. He breaks the kiss and shouts your name as he fills the condom.

Both of you collapse forward, but he catches himself before he can crush you and falls to your side, pulling out. He tugs off the condom and ties it off, tossing into the wastebasket on the side of your bed. He gathers you up in his arms as you struggle to catch your breath, body shivering in the pleasurable aftershock. “I think I love you,” his words come out mumbled, but you hear them freezing.

“What?” you whisper, and he cups your chin and forces your eyes on him.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you swear you can hear your heartbeat out loud. “I don’t expect you to say it back. I know it hasn’t been that long, and my mother is a bitch who is constantly threatening you but,” you see a traitor tea trail down his cheek and are quick to wipe it away. “I know I don’t deserve you, but for some reason, you’re still here, and I’d be a fool not to tell you the truth. I love you so fucking much.”

You look for any falsehood in his eyes, and all you see is the raw emotion of Maxwell Lord no one else gets to see. The words spill from your tongue, and his eyes light up in delight, “I love you, Maxwell Lord, the fourth.” He leans down and kisses you softly. “I’m giving you my heart Maxwell, please, please don’t break it.”

“Never, my love,” he replies, kissing you again before he pulls up the covers, and you snuggle into him as you both drift off to sleep.

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[nakedmossy]

Cruel Summer - Part 1 [JJ x Reader]

[A/N: Hi again. I've missed you. It was time for something new. I found this story in a dream. Prepare for a mental trip, it's indicative of the year i've had. This is gonna go in a million different directions and I can't say i'm surprised. Ive written two chapters and i'm already like ...well, fuck it i'm posting it...I needed to get back into writing and this is what I got so enjoy. I have a playlist I used while writing, comment if you want it shared. As always, not that any of us need the reminder....but there will be adult content (whatever that means) and language and NSFW content so...keep me off your screen at the dinner table. Love y'all ...Mossy x]

You ease your car into park, your hand resting on the gear shift, the tires slowly rocking back and forth on the soft ground as the engine dies. Sunlight streams through your windshield as a cloud of dust and sand settles around the car, and you feel a trapped breath release from deep in your chest. The quiet, melodic hum of music relaxes your shoulders and through the trees you can see the water rhythmically hitting the shore.

You haven’t been here in a few weeks and you're starting to feel it; the tight and uncomfortable tensing in your muscles, the locked jaw, the flat expressions. The closer it gets to the anniversary the more you feel the need to visit. But the frequency of your visits is dictated by Her, and She keeps tabs on your whereabouts a lot these days. ‘Its not healthy to spend so much time there’ She would say to you, while pulling a Valium out of her bag to slide towards you. She has your therapist on speed dial on the landline. And she blames you for living in the past. Ironic.

You pull your keys out of the ignition, unbuckle your seatbelt, and let your muscle memory guide you out of the car and through the trees to the edge of the embankment where the sand and the sea grass take over. Flashes of Lacey running down the beach in front of you, looking back over her shoulder and laughing, are burned into your eyelids when you blink. She was everywhere here, every corner of this beach belonged to her. Her towel spread out on the sand at your feet, books with water damaged pages scattered across it, her bag tossed lazily to the side. Her board perched against the log you used to dry out your wetsuits. Her camera.

You close your eyes and listen to the wind move through the grass, her laugh echoing off the rocks. Come on! She would laugh with an outstretched arm. Come take a picture with me.

Her lips were supple and her nose was sun kissed, her hair bleached and tousled from the saltwater. She would motion for you to come over and you would go, because you always did, to fit into the frame next to her, cramming yourself in wherever you could after she found her best angle. She would hold up the camera and wrap her arm around you tightly, the smell of her tanning oil and sweat floating around you in a heady cloud, and at the last moment she would press her lips to your cheek and whisper cheese.

You blink and look at the water again, a seagull squawking as it flies over the empty beach. Reaching into your jeans pocket and feeling for the photo, you pull it out and look down, the moment she clicked the button frozen in time on the paper in your hand. Her side profile was radiant, the wind blowing her hair around her lips which were pressed to your face, you looked straight at the camera with a shy smile, a hidden smile, a quiet smile. An honest smile.

You run your thumb across the picture reflexively before sighing and putting the picture back in your pocket, it was one of the last photos you had together and it was one of the only ones you could clearly make out your own face. That always bothered you. Now you’ll never forget how happy we were today. I love you. She shook the polaroid until it was developed, then pressed it into your chest and winked, waiting for you to grab ahold of it, before turning on her heal and running towards the water.

Your chest burns for a moment before you straighten up and set your jaw. You feel good today, closer to her than usual. Today might be the day. You follow the path through the dunes towards the water and concentrate on the tide, watching the foam and the water snake along the shoreline. It’s windy, but not as windy as it usually is this time of day. The sky, clear and clean of any clouds, is the colour of blue that reminds you what happiness is. Or was, you know, before all the shit happened. When life was something you had the ability to process, sometimes even enjoy.

Now or never. Your head whips up at the sound of her voice and you see her, standing in the water. You feel the blood rush to your face, your core warming. There she is, running a hand up her stomach towards her chest and smiling at you, the kind of smile that would get good people into bad situations.

Slowly you slide your sneakers off and kick them aside, wiggling the sand between your toes. You’re not wearing a bikini but the beach is empty, so you close your eyes and listen to Lacey laughing from the water, come on scaredy cat, nobodies looking, as you peel your top off and drop it into the sand beside your shoes. You unbutton your shorts next and let them slide down your legs, stepping out of them hesitantly.

Lacey walks out of the water, so you keep your eyes closed, knowing if you open them she will be gone, and you wait for her to bite her lip and smile at you. There. Look at your body. You’re beautiful. Come on. She guides you towards the water with nothing but her own bare skin and confidence, nothing could ever touch her. You know its only a few steps until your feet are in the water, you should open your eyes and look around to make sure nobody is watching, but you don’t get to see her often anymore between the Valium and the other stuff, so you forgo it for a few more seconds. Today is the day, you have to do it. Time is running out. She’s all but told you as much.

“I miss you” You say, but your voice sounds foreign and it breaks and scatters into the wind.

Im right here. Lacey smiles at you like she always did, her crooked dimpled grin, her perfectly straight white teeth, her eyes shining. Now shut up and get in the water.

You feel the warm dry sand turn to wet firm sand beneath your feet, you know you’re close. It’s ours, all of it. The water. Just let go and let the Ocean carry you. You’re weightless. Isn’t it perfect?

Your breathing is shallow and your palms are clammy. There’s a tingling sensation in your thighs and you feel dizzy. You have to open your eyes. No, don’t. Not yet. Stay with me.

The water touches your toes and your eyes shoot open, you recoil and lose your footing, falling backwards. You crab crawl away from the water until the tide retreats and you feel your vision tunnelling as Lacey fades into the sunbeam above the water.

You scramble back to your clothes and pull your shorts above your sand stained underwear, your shirt smoothing your hair down as it settles back over your shoulders. You take a few deep breaths until your heart rate slows down. A tear springs up and sits in your eye for a few moments before falling and drying on your cheek. The beach is the best place to cry. The ocean is loud so nobody hears you, and the sun is hot so the tears dry fast.

You don’t want to turn around and look back at the water, you know she won’t be there. You’re alone, properly alone, just like she said you would be, psychic bitch. If she hadn’t been so charismatic and beautiful and conveniently wealthy, people would have outcasted her for being a freak a long time ago. What with all the tealeaves and palm readings and ‘gut feelings’. But they never did, her family had more money than the Kennedys and she looked like she walked runways for fun on the weekends, so she was untouchable. Your stomach starts to turn as you think about it so you blink the ground in front of you back into focus and start walking.

You have a few minutes of freedom left before She starts calling and asking where you are, so you walk slow to savour it. Who knows when you would be allowed out long enough again to go back.

You emerge from the tree cover into the parking area, pondering how many different routes you can take to get home to elongate the drive, when you hear a car door close. You look up, pulled from your thoughts, and squint to see through the bright sun.

“‘Scuse me!” A voice says, deep and friendly. A silhouette is moving towards you, so you bring your hand up to block the sun from your eyes. “Hey, sorry, do you live around here?”

You blink a few times as the silhouette gets closer and make out the figure of a tall man with wispy hair and baggy shorts.

“Sorry?” You reply, still trying to get a clear image.

“Im just trying to find the Marina but I have taken at least 5 of these side roads and all I keep finding is empty damn parking lots.” The man stops a few feet from you, close enough that you can make out a tan face with a toothy grin, and blonde hair. “First one with a pretty girl though, so I must be going the right way.” He smiles at you confidently, shielding his own eyes from the sun, but still squinting.

You look back over your shoulder to the beach, confirming Lacey is gone. You turn and look at the man who is watching you intently, hopefully, and smile quietly.

“Yeah, it’s uh…its just back on the main road, go 3 clicks south and take a right at the fork. You’ll see a fancy sign for a beach club, it’s just past that.” You look past him to the old Ford truck with rusted wheel wells and smile to yourself. “Assuming you’re not going to the beach club.”

The man laughs and smiles, looking over your shoulder at the beach before his eyes settle back on you. “Nope. Never been to one of those…legally.” He winks and backs up a few steps, then nods and says “Thanks” before turning and walking back towards his truck. He slows as he reaches it and stops, then turns back and pivots before jogging back to you.

You wait and watch, curious. He stops a few steps away and stretches out his hand.

“Sorry. That was rude of me. Im JJ.”

[defstolemyheart]

ex - kim seungmin, park jinyoung pt i

tags: angst, , jinyoung x fem! reader, brother! seungmin, cheating trope

note: another one I cross posted from my instagram. this was my tribute for Seungmin’s and Jinyoung’s birthday, since they both share birthdate! I was inspired after listening to Stray Kids - EX.

word count: 2.5k

synopsis:

Kim Seungmin prides himself for being extremely patient, and for having the decency to never cuss at anything or anyone, no matter how intense his emotions are.

But Park Jinyoung deserves none of Seungmin’s groomed patience and decency.

Not after what he has done to you.

No.

Park Jinyoung can go fuck himself.

--

A ring. And another. And another one. 

Again and again, the doorbell rings for over a dozen times before Seungmin drags himself out of the comfort of his bed, murmuring annoyance under his morning breath. He takes his time stepping downstairs to the living room, rubbing the remains of sleep off his eyes before glancing at the wooden clock on the TV stand. 7.14 AM.

It’s far too early on a Sunday morning to wake up and irritation begins to grow rapidly under his skin as the doorbell won’t stop ringing. Who would be so cruel and dumb as to visit people’s house this early on a rest day?

“Tsk.” 

Seungmin’s face contorts to disgust as soon as he opens the front door of his house. Any trace of sleepiness in his being disappears as he slams the door shut, only to bounce back as the person on the other side of the door is forcing it to stay open. Their sneaker clad foot lodges between the teak door and the doorframe.

“Fuck off, Jinyoung. My sister doesn’t want to see your face.” Seungmin puts his body against the door, exerting as much force as he could to close it and paying no mind that the person outside, Park Jinyoung, asshole extraordinaire, is yelping in pain.

“First, address me properly, I’m older than you. Second, let my fucking feet go, it fucking hurts. And third, please, please let me talk to y/n, I’m begging you, Seungmin.”

“Ha!” Seungmin scoffs. “Don’t you think you got the order wrong? Beggars can’t be choosers, Jinyoung. You’re not welcomed here. Go home.”

Seungmin pushes the door again, but Jinyoung persists despite yelling out curses in agony as his toes are practically being crushed in his shoes. For a split second, Seungmin considers kicking on Jinyoung’s ankle until it breaks. Or should he just go get his baseball bat and beat the shit out of Jinyoung?

“I’m sorry Seungmin, please, please let me talk to your sister.”

“No! Fuck you! I’m not going to let you see her and just cause her more pain, you asshole!”

“I was wrong, Seungmin. Please, man…”

“You dumped her!” Seungmin’s patience is running thin, much like his strength now. Why couldn’t Jinyoung come after breakfast so that Seungmin would have a lot more energy than he is now? In fact, he could’ve just not come at all. “You. Fucking. Asshole. You threw my sister away, after she forgave you despite knowing you fucking cheated on her. You dumped my kind, loving sister, for some- some dumb ugly bitch.”

Jinyoung groans at Seungmin’s words. “Seungmin, I’ll tell you what really happened. Please let me in.”

“NO! I AM NOT LETTING YOU STEP INTO THIS HOUSE!”

“Please-”

“You hurt her! You fucking hurt her when all she’s ever done is love you.” Jinyoung flinches, all struggles pausing at the younger’s words, and Seungmin feels tears forming on the corners of his eyes. 

His lids squeeze shut in an attempt to barricade the tears in, but it’s a vain effort because they eventually break through and Seungmin weeps as he tries his best to push Jinyoung out.

Call him weak and sissy for crying, but who wouldn’t be, if they were in his shoes? 

Seungmin came home from school early two days ago, one of the off chances that a senior in high school like him rarely gets. 

He was excited because he finally gets to sleep or play games or most likely sleep. Seungmin barely has time to sleep the past six months because of afterschool studies and late night classes, so he was looking forward to diving and snuggling in the soft comforter on his bed. But he threw his plans out the window the moment he opened the door and saw you, his older sister, slumping against the wall by your entryway. 

You were crying- fists pounding merciless hits on your own legs as screams continuously ripped from your throat, curses he had never heard you say are targeted to yourself.

Seungmin flustered and panically asked you what had happened. The sight of Seungmin had you sobbing so mournfully. He scooped you up and carried you to your room, your trembling hands landing hits on his chest as you wanted Seungmin to just let you be. But how could he? 

You were just fine in the morning, all bright smiles when you served him breakfast in place of your mother, who was out with your father, visiting your grandparents for the week. You were laughing as you chased after Seungmin who forgot his bus pass. You were giggling when his eyes widened at the ten thousand won bill you slipped in his hand, a pleasant surprise that had him thanking you with a wink which made you laugh louder.

And just mere hours later, you were all tears, and he was utterly confused but he did the best he could to comfort you. He wrapped you in your soft fuzzy blanket, and hugged you, rocking you back and forth in his hold as you broke down completely, like somebody just tore your heart out. 

And somebody did. 

Fucking Park Jinyoung did.

You cried for hours, with your brother hugging you through the hiccups and the hyperventilations, side effects of weeping your lungs out. He took all the hits you threw to his chest, all the while your trembling lips uttered your boyfriend’s name painfully. 

Seungmin’s heart hurt, not from all the beating, but from witnessing you as your heart shattered to pieces. And he was angry. Even as he rubbed comforting circles on your back, rage pulsed through him in turbulent ripples.

He wanted to curse at Park Jinyoung. 

Curse him and pummel to the floor him for making you cry, because Seungmin could already guess what Park Jinyoung had done to you, to cause you to weep this hard. Though he hoped for it to not be true.

And when you finally calmed down and told him what happened with stuttered words and a shredded voice, confirming his hypothesis, Seungmin wanted to find the man and kill him on the spot. The only thing holding him back is his conscience and the fact that your fragile self needed all the comfort you can get. He couldn’t let you be alone that night because right after the calm, the storm of sadness hit you again and your body shook violently as you cried and Seungmin was scared that if he left, worse things would happen. 

So he stayed up all night that night, and last night he kept waking up every other hour because he was scared you’d break down again.

Now he’s crying, because he’s thoroughly tired, hurt, offended and enraged. His teeth sink in his dry, chapped lips, holding back more tears as he wipes the remaining ones off his eyes. 

“Fuck off, Jinyoung!” He cries out as he pushes on the door with his knee, gritting on the pain erupting from the joint.

Your mother would have fainted if she heard what Seungmin said just now. She’d have a heart attack if she heard what his youngest child has been spouting for the last five minutes since Jinyoung’s arrival.

Never, in the relatively short time he’s been living on earth, has Seungmin ever uttered profanities. It’s something that his friends found to be rather baffling but he really likes about himself.

Kim Seungmin prides himself for being extremely patient, and for having the decency to never cuss at anything or anyone, no matter how intense his emotions are. 

He was raised gently, by both of his parents, and you, his older sister. The three of you would speak to him softly, though stern at crucial moments. Your parents are saints. They never snapped at you and Seungmin, never letting their emotions take control of themselves. 

Their patience is unwavering even when the both of you made the stupidest decisions. Their lips never once uttered curses, not at you, or him, not at anyone. They’d rather stay silent even in times of frustrations, while others would’ve rambled all the names of the animals in the zoo and come up with even more vile terms to say.

And his upbringing really, really shaped Seungmin to be the boy that he is now.

But Park Jinyoung deserves none of Seungmin’s groomed patience and decency.

Not after what he has done to you.

No.

Park Jinyoung can go fuck himself.

Better yet, maybe Seungmin should really grab his baseball bat and beat the older man to a pulp.

Seungmin’s heels dig hard on the cold floor, trying their best to hold his stance as Jinyoung won’t relent. “Just- Seungmin- please, give me five minutes, please.”

“No. Kindly fuck off please, Jinyoung, before I call the police on you.”

Jinyoung’s arm flails into the gap of the door, hand reaching around to grasp on the door handle the younger is holding with his life. Seungmin lands a particularly hard hit on the older’s hand and slams the door once more, positively bruising the older man’s arm. Jinyoung shouts in pain and retracts himself away from the door and Seungmin uses the chance to close and lock the door twice, for safety measure.

He slumps against the creaking wood, chest heaving as he tries to regain composure. But it’s hard to do so when Jinyoung is now banging fervently from the other side.

“If you’re not getting off our porch in two minutes, I am seriously going to call the cops on you, Jinyoung!” Seungmin yells, anger seeping out in every syllable he utters. “And we have CCTV installed on the porch last week. I will show them the tapes and tell them you’re harassing my sister if you won’t leave.”

Seungmin hears Jinyoung groaning, and his steps slowly fading away from the door. Through the small window by the door, Seungmin takes a peek of the world outside. Jinyoung is walking out of their gate, hand roughly ruffling his brown locks out of frustration. The steel gate closes with a loud bang as Jinyoung slams it close after him.

Rude, Seungmin mutters under his breath.

The boy stands up and decides he needs to hydrate his parched throat. All that cursing and screaming really took a toll on his vocal chords, but Seungmin thinks they’re worth the soreness and inability to speak loudly for the next few days.

He gets to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water. He leans on the kitchen counter, closes his eyes and sips his water slowly. His whole body begins to ache, though it was no surprise because he was basically roughhousing the door to keep Jinyoung out. He pats himself in the back for doing such hard work so early on a Sunday morning.

“Good job, Kim Seungmin. You did very well-” He nearly chokes himself when he opens his eyes to you appearing silently next to him. “N-noona. You’re up already?”

It’s been a day since he’s seen you out of your room, and you’re not looking any better than he saw you last when you sat on the living room couch at 5 AM yesterday, crying as you finished a pint of the mint and dark chocolate ice cream he had saved for foreseeable moments of mental breakdowns that commonly plagued high school seniors in the country. 

Seungmin didn’t protest like he’d usually do when you swiped his snacks away. He thought you needed the sugar boost more than him, and probably more, so your brother went out to the convenient store and got you another pint to finish. 

He wondered if all heartbroken people can finish two pints of icecream in one sitting at the crack of dawn. He wondered if he’s heartbroken, will he become like this too? Or will he be the cause of someone’s cries and binge-eating.

He still wonders until now, how much people can hurt each other, as he looks at you.

His eyes study you with palpable worry. Your skin is pallid, with dry, tender patches around your nose, the effect of rubbing it harshly with tissues as you tried to soak snot and tears that pooled around it from hours of crying. Your eyes are bloodshot and tired, apparent from the bags under your eyes. You crack a feeble smile, and he smiles back, just as weak.

“Was that Jinyoung?” you ask hesitantly and Seungmin isn’t quite sure how to answer, the question feels almost rhetorical.

“Yeah. Jinyoung was here. He wanted to see you.” Seungmin sips more of his water, Jinyoung’s name gives a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.

Seungmin grabs a clean mug from the upper cabinet and pours you warm water. You take it gratefully, though your hands still tremble and it doesn’t go unnoticed by your brother. You didn’t eat last night. He knows that because after the morning melt-down over ice-cream you asked to be left alone in your room and he hadn’t heard the door opening at all.

“Noona, I’m going to cook breakfast. What do you want?” Seungmin asks, wanting to get Jinyoung off and away from your mind and also genuinely worried for your well being. You shake your head lightly, though and he squints his eyes to you in hard judgement.

“I don’t feel like eating, Min.” you reply weakly.

“If you’re going to cry again, you at least need some energy to do that.” Seungmin huffs a tired sigh and you chuckle sorrowfully from your brother’s words.

“Okay then. Anything but pancakes.” you sip the water slowly, feeling the way it slides down your throat and warming up your stomach. “Your pancakes are horrible.”

“Just because I burnt them twice- nevermind. I’ll make toast and sunny side ups. Do you want bacon? Or sausage?” He makes his way to the fridge and grabs some eggs and bread.

“Sausage.” you sit down on the stool of the kitchen island, watching your brother looking for sausages from the freezer, brows furrowing as he’s considering between blackpepper or cheese sausage. “Do we still have salad-mix, Min? I think I need some vegetables in my system.”

He puts the ingredients he has in his arms on the counter and comes back to the fridge, hand rummaging the shelves for the clear plastic packaging he was sure to have seen last night. “We do. I’ll mix them with the roasted sesame dressing.”

“But you don’t like sesame dressing.” Your eyes widen, perplexed, and Seungmin clicks his tongue at your statement.

“Let me be a good brother for a day, will you?”

You laugh, albeit shaky, and it brings a smile to Seungmin’s previously scowling face. 

“You’ve always been a good brother.” you say and Seungmin beams even more, feeling rather fired up to cook you the best breakfast he can fix.

In his excitement he hums and the kitchen is filled with the sound of him cooking and singing, that he fails to catch your whisper.

“Thank you, Seungmo.”

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end notes: I feel like this is sort of cringe, but hey, baby steps, right? I’ll post part two tomorrow!

[brelione]

Field Trip With A Rich Bitch ll (Rafe Cameron X Reader)

Warnings:Ward Cameron,Mentions of Arsenic Poisoning,Mentions of heavy drugs,mentions of bipolar disorder,mentions of death,Rafe being too tall for every day life

He raised his eyebrows. “Where?”He asked.You rolled your eyes,wishing you had a bottle of wine to take a swig from in that moment. “What?You scared you’re gonna get mud on your shoes?”You asked.He sighed,scratching the back of his neck. “How far away is it?”He asked. “Nevermind,rich bitch,clearly you don't want to know the truth about your father.”You went to turn around but his hand grabbed your wrist quickly. “No,no it's not like that...I just wanna know where we’re going.”He mumbled.You pulled your hand from his grasp,staring down at him. “Come on,then.”You told him,beginning your walk outside the garage.His bike was nearly done,scratches holes and dents gone.The last thing to fix was the seat which wouldn't take long at all.He grabbed his phone,sliding it in his pocket.

He followed you out of the garage,waiting with his hands in his pockets as you pulled the garage door shut,bending over to place a lock on it.You could feel him staring at you. “Stop being a perv.”You grumbled,clicking the lock shut and stood back up.You could see the red blush on his cheek,spreading down his neck and ears.He was so easy to fluster.It was hilarious.Rafe had beat the living hell out of multiple teenagers,made some children cry with a glance and came from one of the most powerful families.But here you were,bossing him around,making him blush and causing him to stutter out apologies.You had that power over most people.Some kooks called you a demon and you embraced it.Most people didn't know it but you had the word tattooed on your thigh with two devil horns hovering over it.You were manipulative,assertive and strong.

You had the charm and the looks to get people to like you without knowing you and you had the glare that made the hair on the back of people’s necks stick up straight.You hadnt always been like that,only becoming this emotionless ball of rage after Ward Cameron had destroyed everything that made your life worth living.The beautiful thing was you had Ward Cameron’s one and only son wrapped around your finger and there was nothing he could do about it.Rafe was deprived of attention.Not only was Ward a terrible person but a terrible father as well.Rafe was desperate for attention now and if you gave him the attention he wanted he was all yours.You knew that and deep down he knew it too. “We’ll take the woods,I can't risk being seen with you.”You walked around the back of the garage.It was a steep hill full of rocks and some poison ivy.You knew where not to step and Rafe did his best to step the same places you did.You were pretty far ahead of him,around ten feet.Down the hill was a narrow pavement trail,cracks and holes all over it. “Anyone ever told you that you walk slow for a tall person?”You asked.

He grinned to himself,trying not to fall while also trying not to hit his head on any branches. “How long do you think we’ll be out for?”He asked.You shrugged. “Maybe an hour.”You replied,walking along the narrow pavement.Rafe wasn't used to being in the woods,at least not this deep in the woods,he was jumping at every noise. “Do you think that was a wolf?” “No.” “Did you hear that?” “No.” “Oh my god-what if there's a dead body out here?” “Rafe.We’re going to a cemetery,if there are no dead bodies then that would be a problem.” “I hate cemeteries.” “Well that sucks for you.” As you were coming to the end of the narrow pavement into the grass Rafe jumped from the crunch of a twig,grabbing onto you and pulling you to his chest.You stood stiff,his arms tightening around your waist as he listened for more sounds. “Are you going to let go of me or will I have to drag you?”You asked.He let go of you with a huff. “Do you think we should head back?”He asked.You sighed.

This was what you got from bringing a kook into the woods. “You're such a pussy.”You sighed,continuing your walk.He kept kicking the back of your heel by accident because he was so close behind you.You two walked onto the grass,looking across the field at the gravestones,benches and statues.He had come here a few times for late night drug deals and drinking with Kelce and Topper.It was a creepy old place that always made him shiver.Beer cans and red solo cups littered the ground from his previous trips here.You sighed as you looked across the graveyard to one corner,the one furthest away.He watched as you began your walk across the field.Most of the graves were covered in pollen and dirt splotches,the grass almost as tall as the stones themselves.It was gross and unkept and smelled like weed and cheap beer from gas stations.His feet were sinking into the mud,causing him to grumble something about how annoying it would be to clean them.He dragged his feet as he followed you to one large stone with vines growing up the sides.There were muddy streaks across the names like someone had tried to wipe it clean with a dirty hand.

 “Rafe,meet my parents.Mom,Dad meet the rich bitch.”You sighed,standing in front of the grave.Rafe’s eyes widened,his chest tightening.You grinned at his reaction. “What?”You asked.He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.What was he even supposed to say?Sorry your parents are dead and ended up in this shitty cemetery.Sorry I dealt cocaine by your parents grave.Sorry half those beer cans are mine. “Close your mouth Rafe,you look like a trout.”You smirked.He closed his mouth,gulping and tapping his leg nervously. “I bet you’re wondering what your dad has to do with this.”You spoke,observing his expression.He nodded,looking at the date on the grave.They had both died on the same day of 2004 which meant you were only two years old at the time. “You ever wonder how your father got all that money in the first place?Cause I can tell you it's definitely not whatever bull shit story he’s been telling everyone.”You used the sleeve of your yellow shirt to wipe the dirt off your parents’ names.He bit the inside of his cheek,waiting for you to continue. 

“Your dad was a dealer.He was my parents dealer.Im not talking about weed either,I mean the heavy shit.Heroin,crack,xanax.What kind of asshole deals xanax?Anyways,he sold to my parents and when they tried to get off the stuff he convinced them to keep buying from him.When they found my ma’s body they found that same heavy shit in her system.But here’s where the story gets really interesting.Not only did they find the heroin but guess what they found.Guess.”You ordered him.He blinked,glancing between you and the grave. “I-I dont know.”He mumbled.You nodded. “Arsenic.Your shitty father poisoned the drugs he gave my parents.WHo does that?”You sighed,flicking a bug off of the grave stone.He bit his lip as he took in this new information. “And he didnt get arrested or charged or anything?”He asked.

You laughed. “What do you think?You think Sarah Cameron would exist?You think you’d live in that big house with all of that nice stuff and your fancy ass gold plated spoons?No.None of that would be possible if your father got what he deserved.You know what your father got?A nice house,millions of dollars,a handsome son and multiple yachts.Thats what he got after killing my parents.You know what I had to grow up with?A one bedroom house with three cousins and a bipolar aunt.Thats what I got.”You ranted,tears stinging in your eyes as you got louder and louder.He didn't say anything,scared that only squeaks would come out.You bit your lip to hold back to the tears,the water leaking from your eyes and down your cheeks as you laughed. “And now my aunt and my baby cousin are dead too!”You gestured to the grave next to you. “And you know what else?I've had to work for 12 years of my life and you know where I live?In a shitty house thats falling apart and all I do is work on cars and bikes every single day and I cant even feel my hands anymore and I have fucking broken toes from kneeling all day and I cant even afford to go to a fucking hospital.And the only person that I can blame is your dad.”You wiped the tears from your face with your sleeves,smearing dirt across your cheekbone.

His bottom lip quivered,fingertips going numb as he listened to you.Something compelled him to step forward,grabbing your waist gently and pulling you into a hug.You did not fight him.If it were under any other circumstances then telling him that his father had been a drug lord,killed your parents,ruined your life and caused you to work every day of your life then maybe you wouldn't have accepted the hug.You never thought you’d be hugging Rafe Cameron,or any kook for that matter. “I can um...I can bring you to the hospital to get your toes fixed.”He offered.You laughed into his chest,getting tears on his shirt. “Wow,thanks.”You whispered,laughing again.He gulped,resting his chin on your head.It seemed that you had both needed a hug.You were holding onto him so tightly,holding fistfulls of his shirt in your hands.He hadnt hugged anyone in years and it seemed that you hadnt either. “Do yourself a favor and don't turn into your father.And if you keep going down the path you’re going down now then you’ll end up just like my parents.”You sighed.He frowned.

You sounded like one of those commercials of people staring at the camera with crocodile tears running down their faces as they talked about some loved one who had died and how drugs weren't the answer.You probably didn't know though,it wasn't like you could afford cable.He just nodded,knowing you did not need his attitude right now. “(Y/N).”He mumbled.You hummed,closing your eyes.You didnt cry often and never in front of people but when you did cry it stung like hell.You couldn't exactly rub your eyes with your fingers either because they had traces of oil and chemicals. “What if we piss my father off and get him to confess to the murders?”He asked.You sniffled,looking up at him with puffy eyes. “How?”You asked.

Part Three will be up this weekend!

@gabbismith​

[carlisle980]

I don’t know why it’s happening or how long it’ll last, but I’m writing some Richard and Isobel all of a sudden. I blame the wonderful Jihope thing I’m in the middle of reading for the burst of inspiration.

And because I’m that bitch, I’m gonna tease.

(Here goes nothing ... pardon me while I vanish back beneath the rock from whence I came.)

Hot off the press:

She contents herself with his mouth: the taste of his breath and the curl of his tongue; he gives up the most delightful little exclamations —half a gasp, half a moan— when she nips at his lips. But soon she is tugging at his collar, pulling his shirttails free from the waistband of his trousers and yanking at the cuffs of his sleeves. It’s on the tip of his tongue to remark about her eagerness —get her blood up a little—, but when she pushes his vest up to his ribs, when warm palms skim along the vee where his abdominal muscles meet his hips, the cheek is swiftly and decisively silenced.

She swallows his sounds, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing between kisses. “Richard.” She sits up, pushing at his chest until he follows, the hem of his vest bunched in her fists. “Need to feel you.”

He grunts and it’s primal; he’d be mortified under any other circumstances but for now he sheds his shirt, unbuckles his belt, opens his flies. He can feel the heat of her eyes on him, doesn’t need to look at her to know, but oh!, when he does.

He watches her drink him in as he toes off his shoes —thank fuck for late spring and boat shoes because there is absolutely nothing sexy about socks, nor the shedding thereof in the heat of the moment. But as it is he kicks his shoes away and drops his trousers, stepping out of them with just enough bravado and swagger to leave her gaping. He has no idea what comes over him, but, spurred on by her response, he traces his palms over his abdominal muscles as he raises the hem of his vest, pulling it over his head and tossing it away.

She gasps, then giggles a little. “Are you mad? What’s got into you?” But when, not a moment later, he’s caught her about the waist and is lifting her dress overhead, she shivers in his arms. She’s had him in the palm of her hand all afternoon, but two can play at this game.

Her bra follows directly, and he is always so careful about these things: asking, and then asking again, whether she’s ready; peeling her out of her underthings with tenderness and reverence. But not today. He uses his proximity to propel her backwards again, her calves hitting the chaise, and she half-sits, half-falls down as he stalks towards her. He’s been hard, aching with it for hours now, and he palms himself over his shorts as much for his own benefit as hers.

“I was rather thinking I’d like to get into you,” he snarls, inserting himself into her space, chasing her down to lie against the throw pillows. And yes, it’s trite, and it’s got them both laughing because he doesn’t do this, but they’re tussling and kissing and good-naturedly battling for dominance and it’s everything: warmth and skin and sweetness, heat arcing between them as she pins him beneath her, pressed hip to hip. The joyous little cry of victory she gives; the smile that starts in her eyes and lights up her face. Love. This love of theirs that radiates from her every pore, that leaves him longing to gather her to him and shag her senseless in equal measure.

“Ah, fuck,” he declares, arms dropping to the cushion under him in surrender. The heat of her, damp through her knickers and his shorts, relentless as her hips begin to work against him in hypnotic little circles. He doubts she even knows she’s doing it, lost as she is in her appraisal of him. Strong, delicate fingers trail over his chest, tracing circles around a nipple. She hums in the back of her throat, knows that she’s driving him to the brink of madness.

“You are lovely,” he rumbles. His hands ghost against her hips as he rocks his pelvis against hers, desperate to hold her, contain her, and at the same time, let her fly. She throws her head back at the contact and now her torso is one continuous, graceful arch. The warm weight of her breasts fills his palms and he wants this image etched onto the backs of his eyelids, memorialised for all of time. He strokes her nipples, grinning at the way she writhes above him and murmuring filth in her ear. (“Oughtta put my mouth right there, reckon you can take it? Make you come just like that, so fucking pretty.”)

He’s wicked, and she’s weak for it. Entirely at his mercy. She’s given up fighting it; there are worse fates by far. She collapses against him, bare breasts to bare chest and even if they find themselves in this position a thousand times it will always feel like the first time to her. She breathes it in: the moment; the ache deep within crying out to be assuaged, and the conflict; yearning to remain exactly as they are now. And therein lies her rejoinder, and she curls close, the tip of her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. “Not if I get to you first.”

He pushes at her shoulders till she levers up, arching a brow at her. “Well, well,” he breathes, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. “Game, set, and match to Dr. Crawley. I dare say, very well played, love.”

She grins and it’s blinding. Thrilled with herself; thrilled with him. Grateful beyond measure for this evening, this life. This man; this love. “That’s Mrs. Clarkson to you.”

“Damn right,” he grunts, kissing her, and she giggles against his lips.

“Oh, do shut up,” she whispers, punctuating it with a kiss, “and let me put my money where my mouth is.” They’re absurd and giddy, breathless with laughter, and he thinks tipsy Isobel just might be his favourite.

“Sod the money. Just give me that wonderful proliferative mouth of yours, eh?”

[princessjungeun]

Chuuves Royalty AU~ Part 3

Sooyoung managed to sneak back onto the palace grounds successfully, however she didn’t make it into the palace unnoticed. The thing about her palace was that her sleeping chamber is on the front of the castle. That being said anyone who is by a window on the right side of the place will see the princess sneaking in and out of her chamber. Usually her favorite groundskeeper, Mark, is able to keep a watch for her.

Unfortunately Mark had fallen ill and would be out for another week. That being said, Sooyoung could only hope nobody was not only able to see her, but also waiting for her in her room.

The princess quickly climbed a nearby tree, she then rolled up her sleeves and looked around to see if anyone was watching. When she assumed the coast was clear she started to scale the palace wall—about two years ago Mark noticed Sooyoung climbing out of her window. He knew she had a way out but not in without going unnoticed. So he installed a few extra bricks along the palace wall to use as a climbing wall so she could sneak in and out with ease— Hyunjin left the window open for her as usual.

Sooyoung lost her footing at the last second as she was halfway through the window. Resulting in her face planting onto the floor. It was only now that she realized she had fallen at the feet of someone.

Her eyes traveled up and she saw her father standing over her, clearly peeved. Sooyoung stood up, and brushed her dress off. Smiling innocently she rocked back and forth on her toes, weakly saying “heyyy daddy...”

The king sternly told her “Ha Sooyoung! You have run off one too many times. Not only are you embarrassing yourself, but this entire empire. Why do you keep doing this to us?”

Sooyoung kicked off her shoes and flopped onto her bed, “you know I have no interest in letting a man control me and this empire when the time comes. Hell I don’t even WANT to be queen, just have another kid so I don’t

Her father sighed before saying “you have one more suitor coming tomorrow. Prince Jiseok of the south Kim Empire will be coming tomorrow. His younger sister is slightly younger than you, she will also be attending. You will be with her for hours before as well. This way you will not have a way to pull one of your games.”

Sooyoung deeply sighed, running a hand through her hair, “are you serious? I have to babysit this girl?” The king responded “Sooyoung, she is 21. Just slightly younger than you. To be quite honest she takes her position more than you. I hope you will learn from her.”

Sooyoung rolled her eyes, already tired of this conversation, “yeah yeah fine whatever. No games.”

The king nodded and said “thank you.” He snapped his fingers at Hyunjin and asked politely “if you could please help her clean up before bed please?” Hyunjin nodded and quickly pushed the princess towards the bathroom.

For the rest of the night Hyunjin was stuck listening to Sooyoung complain about how she didn’t want to meet another suitor.

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The next morning Hyunjin woke Sooyoung up as she did every morning, dragging her out of bed while listening to her bitch and moan about whatever was planned for the day.

“Sooyoungie I think this won’t be as bad as you think. Heejin is close friends with Princess Jiwoo, apparently she’s very sweet.” Hyunjin tried her best to tell Sooyoung to calm down.

Sooyoung had eventually gave in after finding guards at every entrance and window of the castle. Her father had clearly ordered them to stand guard keeping Sooyoung home all day.

The princess complained the entire afternoon, Hyunjin honestly finding it quite funny. It wasn’t until another worker knocked on Sooyoung’s door th at she quit complaining.

“Excuse me, I would like to let the princess know that her guests have arrived. The king would like her to report downstairs to greet them promptly.” The young worker told Hyunjin to relay the message.

Sooyoung sat up on her bed and asked “aren’t they two hours early?”

Hyunjin checked her watch, nodding and saying “yes but the king wants you downstairs so that’s where we are going.”

Sooyoung rolled her eyes and slapped her tiara on her head. Hyunjin stopped her quickly, brushing her hair nicely and placing the tiara back on her head. Hyunjin once d her over quickly, “Just because you’re moody doesn’t mean you can’t look pretty.”

The princess smiled weakly before straightening her posture and heading downstairs.

Sooyoung looked around to see nobody in the main room of the castle. She turned to a guard and asked “where’s my dad?”

The guard replied “the king has called a meeting with Prince Jiseok privately in his study. The princess is in the garden, you may find her there along with her handmaiden.”

Sooyoung sighed and thanked the guard, wandering into the garden.

Upon walking past the windows that lined the garden she saw the princess. Her black hair fell effortlessly behind her back, small bangs lightly covering her forehead. She could see the princess giggling as a butterfly landed on her nose, happily kicking her feet on the ground gently. Her smile was the brightest Sooyoung had ever seen, one that had seemed like it never faded, as if it never knew sadness.

“Sooyoungie lets not keep her waiting now.” Hyunjin held the door open, leading Sooyoung out to the garden.

The princess immediately stood up, smiling as she turned to face Sooyoung. The girl let out a high pitched squeal before hugging Sooyoung so tight she felt that her lungs would pop.

“Oh my goodness you are so pretty I can’t believe I’m meeting Ha Sooyoung of the Ha Empire. It’s such an honor! Oh goodness I can’t wait to be best friends! Oh this is my best friend and my handmaiden. Her name is Lalisa Manoban. She is such a good handmaiden oh my goodness this morning she killed this spider in my room. It was so big and scary I thought I was going to die! But she saved me isnt that so nice of her! Oh I see you have a handmaiden too whats her name?!” Jiwoo spoke at least 10 words per second and somehow Sooyoung managed to catch all of them.

Sooyoung stated “it’s nice to meet you too. This is Kim Hyunjin, she’s also my handmaiden and best friend.”

Sooyoung led Jiwoo to her bedroom, not wishing to stay in the outdoors any longer than she had to. Although Jiwoo was in fact very nice, Sooyoung just didnt click with her. She was loud and very excited about every little thing. Her energy was far higher than what Sooyoung was willing to tolerate.

Two hours into Jiwoo rambling on about how she wanted a pet penguin, Hyunjin and Lalisa were notified that the dinner was ready.

The two princesses headed to the main dining room alone with their handmaidens. Sooyoung noticed that second Jiwoo entered the room, her entire demeanor changed. The girl that was just whining about how she wanted a pet penguin was now standing tall, her chin held high with a subtle smile in her face.

“Good evening King Ha, it is a pleasure to meet you this evening.” Jiwoo spoke in an octave that Sooyoung didn’t think the other could actually use. For once her ears weren’t bleeding from the high pitched squeals and shrieks she was used to hearing.

“Good evening Princess Jiwoo, I see you spent time with my Sooyoung.” The king motioned to his daughter, a slight side eye to her as well.

Jiwoo smiled brightly “yes I did. Princess Sooyoung is very sweet, we had a good talk with each other.”

Sooyoung thought about how she did absolutely no talking in the two hours they spent together. She was snapped out of her trance when her father mentioned that she needed to introduce herself.

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The dinner itself wasn’t terrible, Sooyoung’s favorite food was served after all. The princess didn’t fail to notice the way Jiwoo’s behavior was one she’d only even seen in her own mother, the queen. The way she was able to give clear and concise answers to every question the king asked. She knew everything about her empire down to each village. Jiwoo knew everything, even things she didn’t need to know, she knew. She was like little miss princess perfect and Sooyoung hated that.

“Jiwoo have you started looking for suitors yet? Perhaps thinking of getting married in the coming years?” The king asked, Sooyoung already knowing if Jiwoo answered yes that it’d be thrown in her face.

Jiwoo’s eyes flickered down then to her brother who nodded gently with a smile. She weakly responded “yes sir I have met a few princes. There hasn’t been one to catch my eye quite yet though. It is always a pleasure meeting new princes though. All of them have been quite polite to me, very good young men.”

The king replied “I wish my Sooyoung could say the same. She has run off upon meeting every suitor, like a little child. I wish she could learn. She is so immature, nothing like you-”

Jiwoo cut him off “I don’t wish to be disrespectful sir, but I think every prince and princess can choose how involved they wish to be with their people. It is not a competition, no need to compare us really.”

The king replied “I must disagree with you on that Princess Jiwoo. I think every child of a royal must be involved. I am saying I think it is very immature of Sooyoung to run off. She doesn’t know anything that happens in the villages either, hell I don’t think she even knows the villages. She does nothing but sit around all day then run off to another kingdom. She doesn’t even respect her own. It’s truly a pity I didn’t get a wonderful daughter like your parents did. You seem much more useful to the throne.”

Sooyoung’s mother gasped and said “Honey now I think that’s enough.” The queen saw the death grip her daughter had on the fork in her hand, the way her eyes were starting to burn with tears.

He continued on, “she doesn’t do anything. No matter what I try to say she doesn’t care. She is a lost cause. This empire deserves better than what she will ever offer it and that is a fact.”

Sooyoung stood up, pushing her seat back in with a loud slam. She flung the door open, walking out quickly, but not fast enough to hear her father say “and there she is running off again. Pathetic.”

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

17 and 4 with reddie?????

This turned into a hammock fic because that scene has been the only thing in my mind for the last couple of days. No spoilers. They’re a bit older in this. Hope you like it!

4. You mean too much to me

17. Nothing is wrong with you

Eddie made his way through the barrens easily, heading for the clubhouse. Ben had tied pieces of fabric around some branches to guide the losers to it, but Eddie didn’t need them. His great sense of direction was enough to lead him through the trees and bushes until he could see the trapdoor in the ground. He opened it, climbing down the ladder and hoping down onto the floor.

“Eds!" 

Eddie let out a strangled scream, whirling around to find Richie rocking in the hammock, grinning at him. "You scared the fuck out of me asshole!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so jittery.” Richie said with a playful smirk, his voice sounded slightly off but Eddie couldn’t pinpoint why. 

“Fuck you Richie. Where’s everyone?”

Richie shrugged, he’d been reading a comic before Eddie came down and now he picked it up, turning the page. “Fuck if I know. What are you doing here?”

Eddie sighed, kicking an empty can someone left on the floor. “My mom was throwing a fit and I just needed to get out of the house. I thought I could hide here until she cools off.”

“You should’ve just called me Eds, you know I can get her in a good mood.”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said, rolling his eyes, his friend chuckled. “Why are you here?" 

Richie pulled up the comic to cover his face, answering with nothing more than a shrug. 

Eddie who didn’t like being ignored especially not by Richie picked up the can and threw it at him, hitting him in the head. "What are you looking at?”

“Your mom.” Richie replied, not missing a beat. Eddie scrunched up his nose, Richie saw this and he looked almost apologetic. “Shit sorry. Wanna come look?”

Eddie nodded, walking over to the hammock and toeing off his shoes. He climbed on it, the hammock swinging a little with Eddie’s added weight. They both used to get into arguments over the hammock every time they would hang out at the clubhouse and Bill came up with the ten minutes rule to try and minimize the bickering but they rarely respected the rule. Richie often refused to accept that his ten minutes were up, leading to Eddie climbing angrily next to him. 

It wouldn’t really be a problem if they just left it at that but the bickering would continue with Eddie annoying Richie by tickling his side, tapping him in the face with his foot, knocking his glasses off and Richie annoying Eddie right back by joking about his mother and spiders falling from the roof and into his hair. It was their way of trying to get the other to leave the hammock, so they could keep it all to themselves but they were both stubborn and no matter how flustered Richie became with Eddie’s ―more often than not, bare― legs bracketing his or how much Eddie would blush when Richie’s hand would try to push him away by wrapping his hand around his ankle, they both stood their ground. 

The losers had all stopped trying to even get their share of the hammock. Somehow it was always Richie or Eddie or both in it. And no one enjoyed trying to get between― that.

After a couple of years, they still bickered over the hammock every once in awhile but sometimes they didn’t even try to pretend they had an excuse, both of them climbing into the hammock without a work when they hung there. 

Eddie squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable. They were situated shoulder to shoulder, their legs a little tangled up from lack of space. 

Richie adjusted the comic so that Eddie could see it but even then they have to push their heads together, Richie’s curls tickling Eddie’s face. 

Eddie eyed the drawings in the pages, not really paying attention to them but welcoming the distraction. He could feel Richie’s eyes occasionally darting from the comic book to his face, it made the skin on his neck prickle. “What?” Eddie snapped, fidgeting under his stare. The hammock swings from the small movement. 

“What what?”

“You’re staring at me. You should be staring at the comic." 

"But you’re much more cuter.” Richie cooed.

Eddie rolled his eyes, feeling a blush creeping up his face. He tried elbowing Richie but his arm was trapped between the two of them. He leans back slightly to look at him. “Seriously what is it? Do I have something on my face?” Richie shook his head. “Then what?”

Richie shrugged, turning slightly toward Eddie. “I’m sorry your mom was being a bitch.”

“Oh.” Eddie exhaled, taken by surprise. “Thanks Richie.” He smiles softly at him. Richie reaches up to nervously adjust his glasses. Their faces were merely inches away and Eddie gulped. He felt like he should say something, if only to break the silence but his throat felt dry. Richie was staring at him funny, eyes darting between Eddie’s eyes and his lips. Those eyes were comically huge, both from his glasses and how close they were. “Richie are you―”

Okay. The last word was swallowed by Richie’s mouth. That was currently against his own. Because Richie was kissing him. Holy fuck. 

Eddie’s eyes stayed open for half a second and he saw that Richie’s were shut tight. Richie’s glasses were poking his cheek and their noses were squished together. Eddie felt his eyes flutter closed when Richie slightly moved his lips, his hand coming up to cradle Eddie’s face. 

Eddie let out a noise ―a small gasp, when Richie licked at his bottom lip. That seemed to snap Richie out of it. He pulled back abruptly, eyes widening with surprise and ―fear. 

“Shit! Shit shit shit.” He muttered, voice coming out high pitched and panicked. 

“Richie―”

“Fuck Eds. Fuck! I screwed up.” He tried to get away, forgetting he was in the hammock and tipping over the edge, landing on the floor with an oof. The hammock rocked, almost sending Eddie to the ground. He found his balance and peeked over the edge to stare at Richie on the floor. 

“Are you okay?” He asked when he saw Richie’s scraped knee, covered in dirt. He was staring down at it but when Eddie spoke, Richie looked up at him, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Eddie didn’t think that was only because of the fall. 

“I’m sorry Eddie. I shouldn’t have done that. Fuck I’m so stupid.” He mumbled, voice coming out quiet and shaky. “Fuck I screwed up. Don’t be mad please. I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head, but Richie wasn’t staring at him. “Richie I’m not mad.”

“I fucking kissed you.” Richie spat the words out with disgust. 

“I― you did but I'm― I’m not mad.” Eddie assured him, he swung his legs over the edge of the hammock and stood up. He tried to get close to Richie but he cowered back. “Richie it’s okay. I know you probably didn’t mean it.”

Richie let out a strained laugh that trailed off into a half sob. “I did Eddie. I wanted to do it I― I wanted to kiss you. I’m sorry Eds I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

Eddie’s heart constricted watching Richie sitting on the floor, knees against his chest and head hanging between them. He kneeled in front of him, trying to get Richie to look at him. “Rich I could never hate you. We're― we’re friends. Best friends. You mean too much to me.”

Richie looked up, his eyes were puffy and wet, a few tears had managed to escape and were trailing down his cheeks. “You should.” Richie sniffled. “You should hate me. I'm― there’s something wrong with me. Henry was right. I'm―”

“Rich stop okay? Henry’s just a fucking asshole. Nothing is wrong with you.” Richie shook his head, closing his eyes. A few more tears slid down his face. 

“I like you Eds. I like you the way I’m supposed to like girls.” Richie mumbled, quietly. “Tell me that’s not wrong.”

Eddie sighed, placing his hand on Richie’s knee. “It’s not. Not to me.” He said. “And if it is then― then there’s something wrong with me too.” He added softly. He felt nervous, admitting something he hadn’t even admit to himself but it made Richie look up at him with a hopeful expression and that was better than seeing him cry. “I like you too Richie. The way I’m supposed to like girls.”

“You― you do?" 

Eddie nodded, giving him a half smile. "Yes dummy. Now stop crying and let me take a look at that knee.”

In pure Eddie-fashion he had put together a first aid kit when Ben had first shown them the clubhouse and they kept it there just in case. To Eddie their hiding place was a death trap with accidents just waiting to happen but at least this way they were prepared. 

He retrieved it, cleaning away the dirt and disinfecting the scrape before putting a bandaid over it.

“There. It’s okay now." 

"Dr. K strikes again.” Richie chuckled. “Thank you Eds." 

Eddie helped him up, letting out a hiss of pain. 

When he looked up at Richie he saw a small bruise on Richie’s left cheekbone that he couldn’t have gotten from the fall. He didn’t notice it before, with his glasses keeping it from view and the fact that he had been pressed against Richie’s right side. He reached up, running his thumb carefully over it. 

"Bowers.” Richie muttered before Eddie could even ask him how he got it. 

“Is that why you were here? Were you hiding from him?”

Richie nodded. “I ran into him. Fucker started chasing me, yelling stuff at me. I fell, smashed my face against some bench. Luckily I made it here before he could catch me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He said with a shrug. “I was still thinking about it when you got here. I kept going over his words in my head. He said you would hate me. All of you. Especially you.”

“We could never hate you. Yes, you’re annoying and a trashmouth but you’re our friend. No matter who you like.”

“I like you.” Richie repeated but this time his tone was lighter. He exhaled loudly. “Fuck, it feels good to say it out loud.”

Eddie giggled, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. He pressed onto his tiptoes, his hand resting on Richie’s chest for balance as he captured his lips in a short kiss. “I like you too.” He said when he pulled back, Richie smiled dazedly at him, taken by surprise by the kiss just like Eddie was earlier. 

They heard footsteps over them and then the trapdoor opened, they both pulled back just as Stan and Bev climbed down. They narrowed their eyes at Richie and Eddie who just stood there with their cheeks flushed. 

“What are you two up to?” Bev asked, pulling out a cigarette. 

“Eds and I were just making out.” Richie said with a shrug and Eddie elbowed his side. Beep beep his eyes said. 

Stan let out a snort, giving Richie an unimpressed stare. “Eddie would never go near your trashy mouth." 

Richie let out bark of laughter, while Eddie blushed furiously. Stan didn’t notice, busy putting on his shower cap. He was the only one who after all those years always wore it down there, no exception. Beverly, on the other hand was staring curiously between them. 

"We were just reading some comics.” Eddie said, picking up the comic that had fallen to the floor. 

Bev gave them a knowing smile but didn’t say anything, taking a puff from her cigarette. “Don’t let us interrupt you.”

Richie fell into the hammock again and without a word, Eddie climbed up with him. They settled into the same position they did before but with the comic book propped up against Eddie’s knees. It was familiar but in these new circumstances, having kissed just a few minutes ago, the proximity felt different. It made Eddie a bit nervous and a lot excited. 

Their arms were pressed together between their bodies and Eddie felt Richie’s pinky shyly curl around his. Neither of them was paying attention to the comic but Eddie kept turning the pages if anything to keep up their charade, while playing with Richie’s fingers, twin smiles on both of their faces. 

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[buckysbitch107]

Karma’s A Bitch | Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It wasn’t your fault you stubbed your toe. You were tired and that table was definitely about 2 inches to the left last time you walked past in. You’re obviously in pain, and looking for a little bit of sympathy, but Chris just laughs at you. But as your husband was laughing his ass off, you knew that karma would serve him a taste of his own medicine.

Requested by: @wintersoldierslut

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1.14K

A/N: This is my first request, I have three more to write. I will always be accepting requests! Hope y’all enjoy this one, and if you’re wondering, the interview in this fic is from MTV in 2015.

So maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up that late. You think, pulling the blanket wrapped around your shoulders closer to your body. You walk out of the bedroom, quietly shuffling down the hallway until you reach your living room. Your attention remains on the cereal box on the counter, the coffee table in front of you not being an object of your focus until your big toe collides with it, a jolt of pain shooting up your spine.

“OOOOOWWW!”

“You okay?” Your husband asks, popping his head and upper torso out from behind the bedroom door. Confusion floods his mind until you start hopping around on one foot, both hands wrapped tight around your tow.

“OWOWOWOWOWWWW! Oh, fuckity fuck!” Chris lets out a loud laugh before opening the bedroom door more. Dodger runs out of the room, his eyes set on you, who has now switched to rocking back and forth on the floor. The Jack Russell Terrier comes bounding down the hall, running into you and immediately starting to lick your face. Chris laughs harder as you try to cover your face from the attacks. “Dodger not now! Your mother is in pain!”

“He’s trying to help.” Chris wheezes, bent over with his hands on his knees. “Oh god, my stomach hurts. I should have abs after that.”

“Oh, shush, you already have abs.” He only shrugs before walking over to you, extending a hand out to you. “Need some help?”

“Oh fuck off.” You take his hand and pull yourself up. He helps you over to a chair and sits you down, taking off your sock and looking at your toe.

“It looks fine, babe.”

“IT’S ALREADY SWOLLEN!” You exclaim, pointing at it. Chris rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen, grabbing two bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch before strolling back over to the table and setting them down.

“Eat. I have an interview today, and I know you don’t wanna miss it.” You glare at him before digging your spoon into the cereal.

“Meanie.” You whisper, not expecting him to hear you.

“Whiny-baby.”

~~~

“The good news is, we’ve got-we’ve got food here.” The interviewer starts, making you quiet your conversation with Chris Hemsworth’s wife. “Because the human dorito is in the house, but we’ve also got-” Josh reaches next to his chair and pulls out a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, this bag adorned with a Captain America Figure by the logo.

“The real doritos!” Hemsworth exclaims, instantly stopping when he sees Captain America. “Just to point out, there is a Thor Doritos, but they all sold out.” That comment makes everyone in the studio burst into laughter.

“I’m really happy that they chose Cool Ranch though. Of all the flavors, Cool Ranch is like- I couldn’t have chosen a better flavor.” Your husband adds.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?” Josh asks, not realizing how his question sounds until it’s already too late. Chris H lets out a quick laugh before actually realizing what the interviewer said.

“Wot-” Chris E cuts him off with a ‘shhh’, obviously meant to be a curse but stopping himself. “What did he say? You are delicious, by the way.” Chris comments, causing you to cover your mouth with your arm in order to stifle your giggles.

“Oh, wicked good!” Your husband exclaims, taking another chip, his Boston accent coming out just a smidge.

“That’s exactly what I thought you’d taste like!” You choke on your drink and try to quiet your neverending laughter.

“More, I need more.” Josh comments, also dying of laughter.

“Can we use any of this?” Evans questions, still holding the bag of chips in his hands.

“Wait, Y/N!” Hemsworth yells, his mouth half full. You sigh, honestly a little scared about the next words to come out of his mouth. “You’ve tasted Chris, what does he taste like?!” At this comment, you spit out your drink, a little bit coming out of your nose. You start coughing wildly, trying not to choke on the liquid in your airways.

“Hemsworth! Don’t kill my wife!”

“Sorry!”

~~~

“Y’know, Y/N. Your toe looks a little swollen, you should get that checked out.” Elsa comments, glancing at your big toe peeking through the sandals you’re wearing. You nearly fall out of your seat as you jump up, grabbing her hand before rushing over to your husband, who is still seated in the interview chair. You turn to her with wide eyes and both of them have a confused look on their faces.

“Please repeat what you just said.” You ask, now turning to glare at your husband.

“I just said your toe looks swollen and you should get it checked out.” She shrugs, not seeing the look on Chris’ face.

“I TOLD YOU!” You exclaim, nodding your head in triumph before walking back to the little ‘wives’ area’ and sitting down again, waiting for the rest of the interview to be over.

~~~

“God, that interview was hilarious.” You cackle, opening the door to your house. Chris agrees and steps inside, Dodger greeting you two at the door. You close the door behind you and start taking off your shoes, your focus no longer on Chris. Apparently his focus was also somewhere because as he’s walking to your bedroom, you hear a muffled yell.

“Oh, shitballs.”

“You okay?” You ask, walking over to where the yell occurred from, instantly breaking out into a fit of laughter as you see your husband holding his toe. “PAYBACK BITCH!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But seriously, I think I broke my toe.”

“Well, I’m not helping you.” You speak, breaking out into another fit of giggles.

“What? Why?” He asks, a slightly hurt look on his face.

“Cause karma’s a bitch, and so am I.”

~~~

The two of you lay in bed, Chris’s arm wrapped lazily around your shoulder. You turn slightly, moving your head to rest in the crook of his neck, the familiar scent of pine, honey, and a little bit of whiskey surrounding you. Chris tries to turn as well to make it more comfortable for you, but in doing so, he kicks his foot into yours, making both of your stubbed toes collide.

“OW!” You both exclaim, pushing away from each other.

“Okay, that was completely your fault.” You whine, holding your toe under the covers.

“No, it was not.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah hu-” You’re cut off by a hand slapping over your mouth, your eyes flicking up to glare at your husband.

“How about it was an equal fault between both of us, and we shush so we can both go to bed?”

“Fine.” You whisper, cuddling back into his side. Dodger jumps on the bed, lying at your feet as the three of you fall asleep to the sounds of soft heartbeats and chirping crickets.

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[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 12

Summary: Erik finally gets what he wants...

"You bitches ugly and dusty and none of y'all matter Money all on me, I'm feeling real flattered Walk in this bitch, straight drippin' like I was tryna get to the toilet,

but I couldn't hold bladder First class only when I'm not on the jet All the white folks keep breakin' they neck They tryna see if I'm black and a threat,

but I'm covered in green, they like "Look it's Shrek!" Bankteller sayin' my shit froze (How?)

Pockets thick as hell like Lizzo (Wow) Mukbang the beat like Trish, hoe (Damn) If you piss me off, it's a shit show 'Cause I'mma do some shit that you can't believe

Smack a bitch into Christmas Eve (Uh-huh)…"

cupcakKe—"Grilling Niggas"

Prince Francesco of Monaco stared at Prince Erik of Wakanda by way of Oakland with a glare so hot, the entire room could feel the angry heat wafting off of him. Erik pushed a cool half a million worth of chips into the center of the table and waited for the perturbed man sitting across from him to put up or fold.

Tony had a hand gripped to his face and his other hand around his stomach. Four hours of card playing had come down to this moment. Two final players facing off. Tension was heavy like wet cement bags on Erik's chest even though he felt confident that the other Prince was bluffing.

Erik had been grilling these fools the entire time he was there. He felt a little cocky about it too.

"Sun is about to come up, bruh," Erik teased.

Tony's top lip teased up into a smirk and the other men watching kept quiet. The final pot was ten million dollars in total.

Francesco grumbled and when Erik thought he would fold, the man called him out and pushed even more chips to the center. Erik spread his cards out on the table.

"Fuck," was all Francesco could say as his sorry hand was revealed.

A couple of the spectators clapped and Tony walked over and slapped his hand on Erik's back.

"Be gracious," Tony whispered to him and Erik stood up from his seat to shake out his stiff legs.

"Here ya go, big winner," Delores said handing him a shot of tequila.

Erik downed it before Tony could say anything.

The dealer collected all the chips and a silver-haired Asian woman who sat to the side quietly observing the entire time Erik was there, pulled out a chrome laptop. Tony and Francesco each handed the woman blank black cards and she swiped them on an attachment hooked to the laptop.

"Exchange complete," she said handing the cards back to the men.

Tony's eyes took in the room.

"I thank you for this evening Francesco….gentlemen until next time—"

"Wait…wait…I demand a rematch. Bring this young man to Monaco."

Francesco’s face looked pleasant enough, but his tone was serious.

"That can be arranged, but we need to get going. Night."

Erik watched Tony put on his blazer and button it up. He slid on a pair of shades and Erik followed him out to an awaiting town car.

When the driver pulled away from the museum, Tony let out a relieved sigh.

"Holy shit, Stevens. I thought I was going to shit a brick those last few hands. You played Francesco like a goddamned cello."

"He's a pro—"

"But he met his match. For years I've been wanting to beat that spoiled imp, but he always comes out on top most games. I've been lucky a couple of times, but to see him shut down like that…fucking golden. Good job, kiddo. I owe you."

"A trip to Monaco—"

"To work…and maybe a little bit of play if you do well at the Expo. You ready to work?"

"I think I'm ready. How bad can it be with a bunch of little kids?"

"Oh jeez, they are going to eat you up."

Tony smiled and leaned back in his seat.

"Thanks for coming when I called. You saved me the ass beating of the year."

"Do I get a cut?"

"I'll think about it."

"You trippin', I should get half."

"You played with my money—"

"But I won money with that money."

"I'll think about fair compensation—"

"Betta have a lot of zero's with it."

"You hungry? We can stop at an all-night spot I know."

"Nah, got somewhere to be."

Tony glanced at his platinum watch.

"Really? Where?"

"That's my business," Erik said. He couldn't keep the grin off of his face thinking about Athena.

"Oh…I see. A date."

"Somethin' like that."

They pulled in front of a brand-new skyscraper and the driver opened Tony's door.

"Have fun on your date."

Erik stared up at the building.

"My East Coast digs. Have your presentation and schedule mock-up ready by Thursday."

Erik nodded and Tony walked to his New York penthouse.

The driver dropped Erik off at the hotel and he rode the elevator marveling at the amount of money he was able to play with just on the whim of rich white men, who wouldn't blink if they never saw it again. The re-match Francesco wanted was pure ego.

Erik slipped into his suite, showered, and shaved quickly then checked the time. Six in the morning. He changed into soft white linen slacks and a creamy purple Brunelli Cucinelli cashmere sweater. Slipping on dark tan dock loafers, he felt relaxed enough to appear casual, even with his pocket stuffed with condoms. They had all day to lounge, and he made sure to have enough rubbers to keep Athena in her bed until it grew dark again.

Sauntering over to her room, Erik smelled good, looked, good, and felt good enough to rock Athena's world. The anticipation was bubbling inside of him like tea on tap about to whistle.

Knocking on her door softly, he waited for her to answer, and for a slight moment, he did worry that she had changed her mind when she didn't answer. If she had changed her mind, Athena was the type to text him and let him know early on.

When she opened the door in a silk half robe, all that deep cleavage teasing him, he felt his dick wake up a little bit, and he flashed her all his big white teeth. He tried to step into her room, but she blocked access. He frowned.

"You got somebody else in there?"

The rumble in his voice caught her attention and she bit her lip all sexy and that ticked him off. All that teasing talk and she had some other dude up in her room and didn't text a nigga? Fuck that. Erik skimmed past her. The thick hotel room curtains were drawn closed, so the room was still dark. The tv was on. One queen bed was disheveled and empty, but the other bed—

"Hey, Erik!"

The bubbly face of Maria greeted him. She wore a t-shirt and probably her favorite Winnie-The-Pooh pajama bottoms she wore at their apartment back in Los Angeles under the bed covers. Erik glanced back at Athena. She shrugged and closed the door.

"Maria and I had a little serious girl talk last night, and watched a little tv."

Athena climbed onto the bed she was using and Erik just stood in the room like a big dummy.

"You're up early," Maria said eyeing his clothes, "we have snacks if you want some. I was going to order room service for pancakes. You guys want pancakes?"

"Um...Athena?"

Erik held up his hands.

Maria's cell phone rang. She answered it.

"What are we doing?" he asked.

"She's just going to hang out for a bit. She had a bad time with you-know-who again. Not sex, just…awkward closure…I'm letting her hang out for a bit. She'll leave soon enough, just be cool, okay? It was pretty rough for her."

"Let's go to my room then."

"Climb in."

"I want to be alone with you—"

"You will be. Erik, we have all day and night. Be a friend, please? She's vulnerable right now."

"She has Giselle for that—"

"I'm not going to kick her out—"

"I'll do it then—"

Athena grabbed his arm and pulled him onto her bed.

"Kick your shoes off and relax."

Erik used his toes to release his shoes from his feet slowly and he climbed on top of the bed covers. He leaned his back against the headboard. Maria chattered and it only took Erik a few seconds to realize she was talking to Giselle. Erik held his forehead with his hand waiting for Maria to finish.

"How was the thing with Stark?"

"Good. It was a private poker game."

"Really? Why did he need you?"

"I played for him. He bankrolled me with some high rollers and I kicked butt."

"Serious? How much?"

Erik whispered in her ear. Her eyes grew big.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

He shook his head.

"Keep that to yourself. I'm tryna get a players fee from him."

His eyes drifted from hers down to the top of her robe. Her heavy breasts strained against the silk. He rested a hand on one breast and squeezed softly. Her eyes darted over to Maria.

"You can wait," Athena said. But she didn't move his hand.

Eventually, Maria got off her cell, but then the next thing Erik knew, she and Athena got caught up in a show about young fashion designers competing for runway shows and the time ticked on for two hours as the two women cackled about clothes and yelled at the t.v.

Athena ordered room service for everyone and they all ate pancakes and omelets with crispy bacon and Erik turned grumpy when the women got caught up in another reality tv show. Athena patted his head and pulled back the covers for him to cuddle under with her. Maria saw the action but said nothing about it as she snacked on more bacon.

Wrapping his arm around Athena's waist, Erik closed his eyes and rested his head on a pillow, allowing his body to savor the warmth of Athena and the sweet cloying smell of her skin.

Even with the sun up outside, the room remained quite dark with the curtains still shut, and he found himself drifting in and out of sleep. The third time he woke up from a short two-minute cat nap, he found himself getting warm and pulled off his socks and then his slacks.

"What are you doing?" Athena said glancing over at Maria who was focused on the tv.

"I'm hot with these clothes on."

He pulled the sweater over his head and Athena's eyes scanned his chest with hunger in her eyes.

"I'm keeping my boxers on."

She rolled her eyes.

"Had I known this was going to turn into a slumber party I woulda worn sweats," he grumbled.

He curled around her body again and let his arm brush against her breasts. He could feel her softness better and his dick chubbed up by being pressed into her backside.

"You making me hard," he whispered in her ear.

"I haven't even done anything," she whispered back.

"You ain't gotta do nothing but back that ass against me. Witcho fine ass."

She giggled and rubbed her hand on his arm.

Erik pressed his lips on the back of her neck and then kissed her earlobes.

"Don't…."

Athena's protests were weak and she pressed her thick cheeks back into him.

Erik slipped a hand inside her robe and it fell open easily as he caressed her breasts under the covers. Athena turned her head back toward him and he snagged a hold of her lips. Soft tongue kissing kept them quiet as the tv rattled on.

"Erik, stop, wait until she leaves…."

He pulled off his boxers and pushed up Athena's robe. All he felt was a short satin nightgown under the robe and no panties. He let his fingers drag lightly along her shaved vulva and she bit her bottom lip to keep quiet.

"She's been here four hours since I came in. I'm here to collect what you promised. If you won't go to my room, and you just letting her linger, I'm getting something right now."

Athena pressed into his erection.

"You feel all that big dick, huh?"

He plucked at her nipples and they hardened fast for him. His eyes were glued to them and when he lifted up one heavy breast, Athena reached back and gripped his dick. He fingered her clit and she shoved her face into her pillow to stifle a moan.

He teased her bud until she was squirming hard against his length. He tried to keep his voice quiet too as her ass cradled his erection and milked pre-cum from him. Both of them found their eyes darting over to look at Maria. Her back was to them because the large screen tv was hanging over the wall of the small living room area.

Erik kissed Athena again, forcing her to turn her head toward him as he tongued her down with slow wet kisses. He felt like his dick got harder trying to sneak pleasure with someone else in the room. Athena's pussy was sopping wet. The thrill of being caught probably turning her on too. An entire half-hour episode of a show played on tv as they reveled in kissing long and deep. Erik stopped kissing her when she opened up her robe and let her breasts fall out of the nightgown. He felt his manhood twitch just from looking at the overabundance displayed before him. Her eyes were glassy and her lips looked swollen from his mouth ravishing hers.

Erik reached for his pants that were folded at the end of the bed and dug in the pockets. Pulling out two condoms he stuck one under the pillow and unwrapped the other.

"We can't," Athena whispered.

Erik pulled the covers over Athena's chest and leaned back nonchalantly.

"Hey turn that up," Erik called to Maria.

"It's already kinda loud," Maria said looking over at him.

"Just a little bit," he said.

The remote was by her side, so Maria turned it up two volume levels.

Erik slid the condom down on his length and squeezed his balls.

Athena was still hesitant, but that didn't stop her from turning to her side and allowing him to line his dick up with her gaping slit. Erik looked at her opening and held in a heavy groan that wanted to fall out of his mouth. He pushed in and Athena slammed a hand over her mouth and shoved her face into her pillow.

"Told ya," he whispered, "I'm bout to get up in them guts."

Erik kept his thrusts slow, hard, and deep.

Her pussy was snug around his thickness and when she looked back at him with her lips parted and her eyes pleading with him to keep going slow, he found his own mouth going lax and hard exhales falling from his lips without any control from him. Soft rocking motions kept them content, and this woman's pussy gave Erik more nasty thoughts of what he would do to her when they were actually alone.

He pulled away from her when Maria jumped off her bed and padded into the bathroom. The bathroom fan was loud and Erik took advantage of the noise and Maria's absence in the room to start pummeling Athena's pussy. He gripped her leg and lifted it up, pushing away the covers.

"She's going to come back out!" Athena cried out.

Athena wiggled and slammed her ass back into him, but the thrill of discovery was tinged in her voice. She was turned on with the idea of being caught.

Erik slammed into her and her eyes shut tight.

"Fuck, Erik!"

They heard the toilet flush and then running water.

It was now or never.

He pulled Athena on top of him. He wanted to see those huge tits bounce. She leaned forward and not only did they bounce, but they smacked against each other loudly.

"Fuuckkk, baby…I'm cumming in your pussy!" Erik shouted.

Thrusting his hips up hard, the heavy spurts from his dick into the condom had his eyes rolling back as Athena muffled her own orgasm.

She scrambled off of him and dived back under the covers as Maria strolled casually back into the room and flopped back on her bed.

Erik felt Athena's body shaking with laughter as she covered her mouth. Erik burst out laughing and pulled the covers over his chest.

"What's so funny?" Maria asked, glancing over her shoulder, completely oblivious.

Erik fell out again as his penis grew flaccid.

"You, you're funny," he quipped.

Maria rolled her eyes and turned the tv channel.

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Gateway Drug | Part Nineteen

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Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

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Warning(s): Language, mentions of drugs abuse, mentions of domestic violence

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"Shit." My hand shakes, holding the positive pregnancy test.

My mind races a mile a minute as I hear the bathroom door open and someone walks in with their feet dragging against the floor.

"Babe, c'mon!" Nikki slurs and I let out a breath and shove the test in to my jacket pocket as I pace the tiny stall.

"You're not supposed to be in here." I tell him as I step out to wash my hands at the sink.

"I missed you." He sounds like a child, his tone reaching a high pitch and I giggle as he comes up behind me and presses a sloppy line of kisses from my cheek to my neck.

"How much did you have to drink while I was gone?" I ask, and he chuckles drunkenly, grabbing my jaw to angle my lips to his before kissing me. When he pulls away he gives one more peck to my lips and tugs at my arm.

"C'mon, I've got something for you." He pulls me away from the sink.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before." I smartly reply as I turn off the water, shaking my hands dry due to the lack of paper towels as he pulls me from the ladies room.

"C'mon, c'mon," He rushes me.

"I'm coming, Nikki." I laugh and he throws his arm around me, making sure I help keep him from falling as he stumbles slightly in the direction he's leading me as my ears are nearly buzzing from the loud music in the strip joint.

When I look at where the guys are seated, I stop in my tracks, my mouth nearly falling to the floor.

Nikki starts chuckling, looking at me with raised brows.

"That's..." I trail off, completely out of words.

"Ratt." He finishes what I was going to say. "C'mon." He nudges me and I don't move at all, baffled and sickeningly nervous.

"I can't, I look disgusting!" I whisper yell, glancing around as a waiter passes us.

"You look hot." He argues, looking me up and down. "I'd fuck You."

"You'd have sex with a couch if you could angle your dick between the cushions." I rudely shoot back and he rolls his eyes.

"It's not like you're impressing them or anything. You're married to me anyway." He fluffs his hair carelessly, smiling at me.

"Can I just meet them later? I really just want to go to the hotel." I plead, my nerves getting the best of me for being put on the spot.

"Viv, I—"

"Please, baby?" I grab his hand with both of mine, holding it to my chest as if it's a dear possession of mine and he sighs and digs in his pocket with his free hand for the car keys.

"You're driving. Lemme go tell these fuckers bye'."

"You guys are like the seven deadly sins come to life and throwing anything they can get their fuckin' hands on at each other."  Is how Fred Saunders, the band's head of security for their tours, described Nikki and I.

His job consisted of keeping us protected, even if it meant from each other.

He said that after he had separated us before we could start fist fighting, the both of us bleeding and bruised in multiple places due to having a "who can hit who with what the hardest" contest which resulted in liquor bottles, needle loaded syringes, shoes, hotel room dishes, and lamps, being hurled through the air at each other.

I didn't know what the hell else I was suppose to do after I turned on The Arsenio Hall Show just to see Vanity showing off my wedding ring—that I had presumed was just lost—claiming that she and Nikki were engaged.

I figured the freebase had officially fried the both of their brain's, and since she wasn't there in Texas where we were staying so I could include her in my outburst, Nikki just got enough of my wrath for the both of them when I found him in the neighboring room with Tommy, and attacked him like a rabid bitch.

I wasn't ever violent growing up, and although I had an outburst every now and then with Vince (because he is someone who knows exactly how to keep pushing at me until I snap) it wasn't ever my first response to just be on edge all the time and hit, cut, scratch, and punch people who got on my nerves; however, I got sick and tired of nobody listening to me.

I'd tell the dealers to "fuck off and stay fucked off"...they'd be back as soon as Nikki called. I'd tell the record company that the guys did not need to go back on the road because they were nearly spun out...they'd look me in the eye while printing out the schedule for the next leg of tour dates. I decided if I stopped being so patient and nice, and just started beating the ever loving fuck out of the people I considered partly to blame, shit would actually get done instead of just putting me on the back burner.

That was a toxic way of thinking, and I know it was, but you slap junkies when they won't wake up.

I suppose I was trying to slap everyone out of their own customized vice-induced comas.

The truth is Nikki's love for drugs, that grew more than his love for me or even himself, was the root of my resentment.

Every screaming match, every conniving thing done out of spite to one another, every affair, every bit of turmoil, all came back to his heroin addiction...which really kickstarted in 1984, when Robbin Crosby of the band Ratt—who did a handful of openings for Mötley Crüe during their last leg of the Shout At The Devil tour—taught him how to use needles.

I angrily stomp my heels down the pavement of the sidewalk as we step to our hotel entrance through the crowd of fans and photographers.

I'm completely out of it, having lost my patience a couple minutes ago when we were bombarded by reporters while leaving the club the guys practically drug me to after the show.

"Viv, I don't see the big fuckin' deal. We're married. We fuck. That's what we do. People know that's what we do." Nikki defends himself as the elevator dings, opening it's doors for all of us to go up to our room.

I don't say a word, rolling my jaw, not wanting to get into an argument with him and the guys wasted.

"It was a joke, Viv." Tommy adds innocently.

"It's not that fucking serious." Vince says next and I step out of the elevator once it stops at our floor. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're not talking to me now?" The blonde asks and I contain the urge to slap him sober.

I pluck the key from Nikki's hand and unlock the door, stepping inside to set my bag on the floor next to the bed closest to the window, hearing him shut the door behind him, roughly, while saying, “it’s not that serious, Viv.” I brush him off.

"Vivian!" Nikki raises his voice a little, catching my attention. "I’m talking to you, don’t fucking ignore me!”

"My sex life isn't the headline of a fucking run-down sleazy gossip magazine." I state pointedly, completely ignoring his comment about me ignoring him.

"It's called sex, drugs and rock n' roll for a reason, Viv, which means my sex life—a.k.a you—is and always will be the headline of a fucking run-down sleazy gossip magazine. The more attention I get, the more attention the band gets and that's how we reach the fans."

"'I treat her like a lady, so she'll stay on her knees like a groupie'?" I quote what he told a bunch of slimy reporters when we left the club, and he blinks at me.

"Do you want me to go back out there and lie and tell them the wildest that we get is fucking in missionary at the foot of the bed instead of at the top?"

"That's not even the point."

"Well then what is the fucking point, Viv?!"

"I'm not a groupie, Nikki, I'm your wife!"

"Oh my God, you're really pussying out over a fucking joke?!"

"That was a shit thing to say, and you know it was, Nikki, although I can't say I'm surprised ever since you've started that shit you've been a bigger jackass than before!" I accuse him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" He yells, his pupils seemingly worse than they were before.

"Smoking your fucking heroin and snorting your coke, that's what the fuck I'm talking about!" I fly off the handle, standing on the tips of my toes to get in his face and he pushes me away from him roughly, causing me to stumble back and fall on to the floor with a loud thump.

He's about to walk away and leave, but I don't know when to leave a dead horse after I've beaten it enough.

The heel of my stiletto collides with the side of his leg roughly, opting him to groan out in pain from where I kicked him.

His hand is tightly around my ankle in two seconds, yanking me up like a cat by its scruff, all while I'm clawing at him.

I'm tossed on to the bed, his hands pinning my arms down as he gets between my legs, stopping my chance of kicking him off of me.

I don't fight back, the look in his eye actually scaring me, and I realize I took it way too far.

I don't know what the hell he's taken, but it's a lot different than how he usually is when he's fucked up.

"I'm not gonna repeat myself, Vivian. What the fuck I do, who the fuck I do it with, and when the fuck I do it, is none of your fucking business. I don't control you. You don't fucking control me. You're just embarrassing yourself, and me, when you try to." He warns me darkly, doing a complete 180 from how chipper and happy he was earlier tonight. "Got it?"

My eyes water, my lip shaking a little but I stop myself from crying to save myself the broken pride.

"Okay, Nikki." I agree, feeling guilty for hounding him about it.

He gets off of me and doesn't even give me a second glance before he leaves, slamming the door behind him.

I was pregnant, terrified, off my Nardil, and projecting all of that onto him, while he was secretly mixing heroin with coke and shooting it to balance each other out.

He'd spend however long trying to correct and tweak his method of adding more coke to correct his drowsiness and adding more heroin to calm him down...but he would usually manage to over correct each time and he wigged out or nodded off...then he would get irritable and have shitty ups and downs with his mood in a matter of minutes.

I don't know where he went when he left that night, but me and Mick were the only two that fell asleep in the room. I never bothered asking Nikki where he stayed.

I probably don't want to know.

"Viv, c'mon, we gotta get up." Mick tells me, pulling me from my shitty sleep.

I'm exhausted from not being able to sleep barely at all until I saw the faint light of the sun starting to rise through the curtains of the hotel.

I groan, yawn and stretch, sitting up.

"What time is it?" I ask him, rubbing my eyes.

"Six o'clock. We gotta be on the bus by six-thirty." He informs me, getting out of his bed, putting his stuff back in his suitcase.

I wait for the sickness to kick in, it usually does a couple minutes after I've been awake, but it hasn't yet.

I go ahead and get up, throwing on a T-shirt and shorts, packing my suitcase quickly Incase I get distracted from puking my brains out.

Reaching down to pick up my purse, I notice the bruising around my ankle where Nikki grabbed me. I’m positive he has a bruise from where my heel nearly punctured him on his leg.

"You cry like a hit dog in your sleep." Mick tells me, interrupting my thoughts, as he zips his bag and I exhale and do the same, not answering right away.

"I cry like a hit dog when I'm awake. What's new?" I mumble, stepping to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Nikki's stuff is still all in here, so when I'm done brushing my teeth I gather his things and put them in his suitcase.

The sound of the key unlocking the door sounds, and I dart my eyes to the door, hoping to see Nikki so I can apologize for last night.

I'm sorely disappointed.

"We're ready in the lobby." Doc tells me and Mick, grabbing Nikki's suitcase from where I put it beside the door.

I nod a little and grab my stuff and Mick and I follow him out of the room to the elevator to get to the lobby.

"Is he still mad at me?" I ask Doc and he sighs.

"He doesn't like handling you like that." He tells me, disappointment in his voice as he refers to Nikki putting his hands on me last night.

"I don't like doing it to him, either." I reply and he looks at me.

"Well, then you two just need to stop while you're ahead before it gets worse." He suggests and I don't say anything else, waiting for the doors to open once we get to the first floor.

I see Nikki, Vince, and Tommy, all wearing sunglasses to avoid making their hangovers worse, and no one says anything to me, and I don't say anything to them.

"Alright, come on." Doc ushers us to the door to get to the bus.

Our bags get packed in as we file in a line to get on, and just as I'm about to step up, I'm held back by someone holding at my wrist.

I think it's Tommy or Vince, stopping me to tell me something smart-assy or funny, but it's Nikki grabbing at me to keep his balance so he doesn't fall due to his delayed reaction time.

I look down at him, and he moves his hand from my wrist to completely engulf my hand with it, and relief is a dear friend to me.

I'm forgiven.

Once we sit down, he's positioning himself to lay his head on my lap and I put my hands in his fluffy hair, taking his glasses off of him when I know he's asleep so he doesn't mess the frame up, as we head to Memphis, Tennessee for the last show of the tour.

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HOW TO WEAR A 3 PIECE SUIT: W. Nylander I SMUT - Part 5

Words: 4,1K

Summary: Willy comes back from the road trip, and you’ve got some news to share with him, as you’d had some time to think while he was gone. 

Warnings: SMUTTY and cursing in the author’s note hehe 

Author’s note: LAST FUCKING PART BITCHES. 

Masterlist and parts 1, 2, 3 & 4 are linked in bio

You watch his game that night, after you’d made it through a shift at the coffee shop you called your job and made it back home to your own apartment. You watch his game and you find yourself smiling every time the cameraman grants you a close up off him. You make sure to watch his interview afterwards, and then you climb into bed and wait for him to call you.

“Hey, congrats on the win,” you smile, once his face shows up on the screen of your iPhone. “Thanks, how was your day?” he asks, and you tell him about your day, about having a really hard time getting up from his bed that morning, about work – how a girl around the age of 12 had stared at you for a long time, and then said ‘you’re William Nylander’s friend, aren’t you?’, how her mother had scolded her for it and how you’d promised her that you’d say ‘hi’ and ‘good luck with the upcoming games’ from her. You’d stayed on the phone until you could barely keep your eyes open.

You spent the next couple of days catching up on some work for Uni, reading and writing assignments – going to classes, working and meeting up with your friends from school. You hadn’t planned on telling them about the new development of your relationship with Willy just yet, but they caught you smiling like an idiot at your phone after your friend Heather had clearly seen his name pop up on your screen – which, according to them, was not the normal procedure when he texted you – according to them you usually laughed, scoffed, rolled your eyes with a smile or simply just answered. Your further explanation of the subject answered their questions of why you’d been MIA last weekend, not responding to texts and snapchats for hours.

And you talked to Willy every day, short messages and snapchats a couple times a day, and then a facetime call at night, if he had the time – sometimes with Kappy joining too.

Friday came around and, fortunately, you had a lot going on – rushing from class to work, having a real busy shift, before barely getting to the game in time. The day goes by fast, and the game has got you on the edge of your seat all the way from start to end. The full-packed day didn’t give you much time to long for the evening to come around, to see Willy again.

You lean on the wall, next to Annika, while you wait for the boys to come out. The anticipation growing every second. “So, how you been since I last saw you?” she asks, looking at you with a smirk more than a smile. You can’t help but smile. “Well, the weekend was great, and then these last five days have been boring as fuck,” you tell her. “Tell me about your weekend,” she keeps smirking, like she knows something. “Why don’t you tell me what you know first,” you laugh, and she tells you how Kappy had complained about Willy being on the phone with you every night – and that Willy had been different, but he hadn’t dared to ask in fear of hearing about things he didn’t want to hear about.

“I don’t mind hearing about it, though,” she added, making you laugh.

“I mean, sure, we had sex for the first time,” you started, lowering your voice as you spoke. “And then we did that again, and then again,” you told her, feeling your cheeks heat up as you talked about it. Annika looked like she was getting the best tea of her life. “Was it good?” she asked, grinning. “Great,” you smiled.

“But, did you guys, like, have sex for the first time while drunk?” she asked, thinking of your state the last time she saw the two of you, at the bar, explaining to Kappy and herself what the hell was going on after Kappy and Mitch had caught you kissing. “No, the morning after. I mean, it was sure moving in that direction, but Will’s got some real ass self-control, self-control that I definitely don’t have,” you told her, making her laugh.

“And I’ve been thinking a lot these past few days,” you told her, on a more serious note. “Yeah?” Annika asked, giving you a reassuring smile. “I know now,” you told her, and she nodded – urging you to go on. “I know that I love him – like he loves me, that I’m in love with him,” you told her, your cheeks literally hurting from smiling. Annika almost shrieked, throwing her arms around you and pulling you into a hug, rocking you back and forth. “Wait, have you told him yet?” she asked, and you shook your head no. “I’m going to tell him tonight.”

The boys start emerging, all with freshly showered hair and suits. You and Annika stand in silence now, both smiling, as you scout for your particular ones to stride over to you. Kappy comes first, giving Annika a kiss and a hug, then leaning over and giving you a knowing smile and a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving with Annika. Willy is right behind him, though, his lips rising into a sweet smile when he sees your face.

“Hey,” he smiles, pulling you into a long hug. He hugs you hard, burying his face in your neck, making you laugh when his breath tickles you. His smile is even wider when you pull back from your hug. “Hey,” you reply, reaching up and sliding your arms around his neck, letting your fingers tangle with the hair that stuck out from his beanie. The hallway you were standing in was clearing out, but it wouldn’t have mattered – you would’ve kissed him if the hallway was roaming with people. You pushed up on your toes, and he leant down to meet you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that’s deep from the second his lips touches yours. His hands come down to rest on your hips, keeping you close.

“Some of the guys are going out to dinner, and asked if we would like to join...” he started, once you’d pulled back. Before he continued, though, he presses another kiss to your lips. “So, uh, do you want to do that, or do you maybe want to just go home… with me?” he asked – both his tone of voice and his smile – and the way he kissed you – told you that all he wanted was the latter. You pretend to have to think about it, looking up, tilting your head to the side. “I don’t know, I am hungry, and it’s been quite a while since I’ve spent time with Auston, so,” you tease, watching him as he smiles, waiting for you to quit teasing. He lifts his eyebrows, as if he was asking if you were done messing around. “Yeah, I think I might want to,” before you could finish, you’re interrupted by Willy. “Okay, come on, we’re going home,” he says, taking your hand and pulling you after him down the hallway. “Noo, I told you I wanted to hang with Auston,” you keep teasing.

“Aw, you want to hang with me?” you hear Auston behind you, the last one to leave the locker room for the night. “It was a joke, Auston,” Willy throws back at him before you could say anything, not letting go of your hand as you hurry to keep up with his long strides. You send a look to your friend who’d now reached up to you, shrugging. “Another time, Aus,” you chuckle.

In the car, Will’s hand is on your thigh. He’d leant in and kissed you, deeply, before putting the car into drive and placing his hand there. And it stayed there, all the way home. At first it was innocent, sweet, his hand staying closer to your knee, his thumb moving in soothing circles over your jeans. As you got closer to his apartment, his hand moved further and further away from your knee, making your jeans feel a lot tighter and a lot hotter. By the time he pulls into his buildings parking garage, his fingers are between your legs, where your thighs touch – and you’re so hot and bothered you’re biting your lip.

Once he’s stopped the car, he’s quick out of it, not bothering to get his bag from the back. You get out, and he grabs your hand, leading you towards the elevator, that’s on your floor, waiting for you. He doesn’t even wait for the doors to close before he’s got you pushed up against the wall, pressing his lips to yours in an openmouthed kiss. His got one hand on your waist, the other is moving to your ass, pushing you against him as he feels you up. You can feel his already hardening member against your jean clad hip, and you moan against his lips as he pushes his thigh in between yours.

The elevator comes to a stop on his floor, and Will grabs your hand and you rush towards his apartment. He fishes out his keys, opens the door and pulls you inside – immediately ridding you off your coat as soon as you get in. You don’t even get to kick off your shoes before he’s hoisting you up and carrying you towards the couch, laying you down and crawling on top of you. His lips are on yours and his hands are under the blue jersey with his name on the back of it, sliding up towards the black – very lacy – bralette that you’d put on for the occasion. His cock is fully hard now, you can tell as he desperately pushes his groin against yours.

You want to fall into this as badly as he does, but you have to say it – have to let him know.

“Will,” you try against his lips, but it comes out more as a moan than anything else, as he has now reached your thin undergarment, moving his thumb over your hard nipple. “William,” you try again, your voice louder and clearer now. “Yeah?” he breathes into your cheek, before his lips come back to your lips, kissing you deeply. You let your tongue tangle with his for a few moments, before you pull back, placing your hands on each side of his face to keep him there.

“I need you to tell me again,” you pant, watching as his brows furrow in confusion. “Tell me again, what you told me that night at that parking lot in the suburbs,” you said, still breathing heavily, your voice becoming stronger by every word you said. Will still looks confused, but at least he looked as if he knew what you were talking about.

“Say it again, and I’ll say it back this time – for real,” you added, a smile spreading on your lips as you said the last sentence.

“I love you,” he said, his voice thick and low, like an unintentional whisper. He looked hopeful, but he wasn’t smiling – like he couldn’t quite let himself believe it before he’d actually heard you say it.

“I love you, too, Will,” you said, your smile growing wider, as you said it – as you watched him take it all in, as you watched the smile spread on his lips. “I love you, I’m in love with you,” you repeated, sliding your arms around his neck as he leant down to hug you, giggling as he left smiling kisses on your neck.

He sat up on his knees, bringing you with him, as he didn’t let go of his embrace. He moved one of his hands underneath your thighs, and you took the hint to hook your legs around his waist. He gets up, and starts down the hallway to his bedroom. He’s taking his time now, no longer rushing to get his hands and lips on you. His smile wont leave his face as he carries you down the hallway, leaving a kiss on your cheek every once and awhile. When you reach the room, he closes the door behind you, before he playfully throws you onto to the middle of his bed. He doesn’t come rushing after you, though. He stays by the bed’s end, taking hold of your foot as your body stills on the bed. He starts by untying the sneakers that adorned your feet, throwing them to the floor and letting your socks follow close behind. He then pulls you closer to the edge by your ankles, making you giggle. The smile on his face makes the giddy feeling even more prominent, and you reach up to snatch the beanie off his head when he leans closer to open the button of your jeans. He laughs and when you get the chance again, you take hold of his shoulders and pull him down on top of you.

“Why am I the only person being undressed here?” you ask, placing your lips on his in a smiling kiss. “Because,” he just says, but keeps kissing you. You hook your finger between his shirt and his tie too loosen it, pulling it out from his collar, before starting to unbutton his dress shirt. Once you’ve gotten it halfway undone, you take a break from unbuttoning and slide your hand in between his chest and the cotton of his shirt. A few seconds later, though, he takes hold of your wrist and pushes it back, holding it down against the bed as he climbs off of you again.

You watch him with an amused expression as he gets back to undressing you, pulling your jeans down your legs. Once they’re off, he leans over you, placing a hand by your waist for support, as he looks into your eyes while simultaneously sliding his thumb into your underwear – seeing your reaction as his thumb moves down your wet slit and then pushes into you. You clench your eyes closed, and open them again to see him smirking over you.

He then proceeded to hook his finger into your underwear and pulling them down your legs. He leant down and gave you a deep and lingering kiss before he sunk down to his knees, pulling you even closer to the edge and placing your thighs on his shoulders.

Leaning up on your elbows, you watched him bury his face between your thighs. He started with his tongue by your hole, licking a stripe up your slit - tasting you. You moaned as he moved on to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, before moving his tongue over it. His finger teasing at your entrance reminded you of how badly you wanted him inside you. “Stop,” you moaned, pushing yourself up to sit upright, reaching out to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him back from where he was buried between your thighs. You moved your hands to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off his shoulders while simultaneously pushing him back, making room for you to slide to the floor as well, straddling his muscular thighs. His hands went to your waist and he pulled you closer as he kissed you, immediately opening his mouth to let you in - to let you taste yourself on his tongue. You unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt and ridded him of that as well. Before you could continue, he reached for your jersey, pulling it off as you held your arms up for him. He then failed to notice how you’d put on nice underwear for him, going straight for the clasp at the back while still kissing you. He pushed it off your shoulders and immediately took both bare breasts in his hands, massaging them. You let your hand wander down his torso, until you reached the top of his pants. You laid your hand flat over his bulge, pushing down on him - resulting in a deep groan against your lips. You then started to open his dress pants, but you were interrupted, as William suddenly pushed you to your feet and threw you back on the bed as soon as he was back on his feet again himself. You watched him with lustful eyes as he still stood at the end of the bed, pulling off his shoes and socks, then pushing both his pants and his boxers to the ground. He finally climbed into bed, stopping once he’s on his hands and knees over you. You take hold of his shoulders, and wrap your leg over his hip, pushing him down to lay next to you. He pulled you close by your hip, and you let your leg stay curled over his. You met him in a heated kiss, letting your hand trail from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, where you laid your hand flat against his skin and let your hand slide the last few inches down to his member. Will’s hand moved from your hip to your back, and from your back your butt. From there it further moved between your legs, where he pushed two long fingers into you. You let out a breathy moan against his lips, before moving on to press open mouthed kisses down his neck, loving how his heavy breaths and low groans sounded next to your ear as you wrapped your hand around his erection. Will’s fingers slipped out of you as you pushed yourself further down the bed while still leaving kisses down his chest. “What’re you doing?” he breathed as you pushed him to lay on his back. You just smiled, left a few more kisses down his stomach and then proceeded to put your mouth on his member – licking a stripe from the base and all the way up to the tip. You looked up at him once more, mischievously smiling, before wrapping your lips around him. William looked stunned, his mouth falling open as he watched you. You started bobbing your head up and down, your need to pleasure him fueled by his moans and groans. But it wasn’t long before he did to you what you’d done to him just 5 minutes earlier. “Ugh, you can’t do that,” he groaned, sitting up and placing his hands underneath your arms, pulling you back up and immediately climbing on top of you. “I just want to be inside you,” he whispered, as he left kisses on your neck. “Will,” you moaned, placing your hands on each side of his face, pressing your lips to his. He gently parted your legs, spreading them further away from each other than they already were, with Will between them. He rested more of his weight on your body, pulling away from your kiss to look down between your bodies as he pushed his length inside you. You immediately responded to the feeling, a breathy moan escaping your lips. William smiled, looking down at you, carefully hooking your leg over his hip before he placed his lips back on yours. He slowly started moving, his lips moving with yours just as slow and soft. Your hands moved into his hair, and you thought about how you were both so vulnerable in this moment. You were laying on top of the duvet, it was dark outside but the lights from the city lit up the room anyway. You couldn’t remember if you’d ever had sex this exposed before – but you knew you never would’ve if it wasn’t with Willy. You’d never felt more comfortable naked before. His lips moved away from yours, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and to your shoulder, before he buried his head in your hair and you neck. He grabbed hold of your wrist where you’d placed your hand on his shoulder, moving it to rest beside your heads on the pillow, sliding his hand up to fit his fingers between yours. You tightened your grip on his hair, signaling for him to pull back from where he’s nuzzled his head into your neck and hair. His lips immediately touch yours, like they’re magnets pulling towards each other. His thrusts deepens along with your kiss and his hand comes up to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling with your hair as he holds you close.

“I love you so much,” he spoke against your lips, his words barely audible. You smile against his lips, pulling your hand out of his hair to place it on his cheek, your thumb stilling under his chin as you pulled further away from his lips to be able to look at him better. His stopped his movements as you just looked at each other, both smiling. You traced a finger over his facial features, his lips, his cheekbones, his eyebrow. “I love you, too,” you whispered eventually – several minutes later. And for the first time it felt like William trusted you to say it back, trusted you to mean it.

You placed your lips back on his, moving your hand to his shoulder, pushing him back enough for you to get on top. You started moving your hips in a steady rhythm, Will placing his hands on your hips to help with you the motion. He looked up at you, admiring you as you moved on top him, your hands resting on his chest. His hands moved from your hips to caress your body, sliding over your waist with a soft touch, before cupping your breast with just the right amount of pressure.

He then proceeded to sit up, his lips pressing to yours. One hand moved to the small of your back, slowly sliding down to your behind, pushing you against his hips, while the other slid back down and between your bodies, his thumb landing on your clit, where it moved in pleasurable circles. He left kisses down your neck while you collaboratively sent you towards your orgasm. When your hands tightened around him, as well as your insides, and your moans became more frequent, he pulled back to watch you as you fell apart in front of him.

“I love watching you come,” he smiled sweetly when you opened your eyes, making you elicit a breathy chuckle. “I’m thinking I should make you do it again,” he spoke with more force, making your breath hitch, before you nearly screamed as he abruptly lifted you off of him by your hips, throwing you around so that you laid on your side beside him. He turned to lay behind you like you were spooning, lifted up your leg to rest on his and pushed his member back inside you.

The hand holding his weight moved underneath your neck and curled around your body, making it possible for him to place his hand on your breast, while simultaneously giving you a place to rest your head. You turned your head towards him and his lips immediately pressed against yours, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. His other hand came down to once again play with your clit as he started moving in and out of you. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers moved over your sensitive nub, making him up his pace to faster get you both to your climaxes. As the pleasure reached the level where it gets too much, he pulled away from your lips, opting to rest his forehead against your temple. With breathy moans and one hand on your boob, playing with your nipple, and the other with your clit – and one last push of his hips he sent you over the edge for the second time tonight, himself following seconds after.

He left a kiss on your shoulder as he fell back on the bed. You laid back too, your head still resting on his arm as you turned to your other side, placing your hand on his chest. “I’ve never felt more comfortable before,” you told him when you’d gotten your breath back. “I’m glad you find my bicep comfy,” he said. Even if you couldn’t see his face, it was clear that he was smiling. “That is not what I meant and you know it,” you breathed, a smile on your face as well. “I know,” he whispered, turning towards you, letting his hand move from the small of your back to tangle in your hair.

You could’ve sworn you laid like that for hours, his fingers moving over your scalp, your hand tracing unknown maps on his back – your bodies pressed against each other, sharing kisses and ‘I love you’s’.

This time when he carried you to the bathroom and into the steaming shower, he let you stand with your back pressed to his front under the shower head as water wet your skin. He let you turn around and rest against his chest with your arms around his waist while he washed your hair. He let you rest your weight on him while he took care of you.

[stripper-patrick]

Broken Home 🏚 Johnny Depp

Warnings: filth, language, abuse

Relationship: Johnny Depp x plus sized reader

Johnnys POV

I wake up to screaming and yelling and stuff breaking. God not this again. My folks are fighting as usual.

I rub my eyes and sit up in my bed grabbing my phone. 4:34am. I sigh and place it in my pocket. I stand up going to the bathroom, use it and wash my hands before coming back out. I sit on the stairs and listen to the argument.

“I don’t even know why I’m still with a whore like you” my mother spits

“Because of my money you tramp” this is nothing compared to what I’ve heard before.

“No I’m with you because of our son. If it weren’t for him we wouldn’t even be together”

“Bitch you can’t live without me” I hear a loud thud and my mother’s scream fill the house. My adrenaline kicks in and I run downstairs seeing him standing over top of her while she lays there frightened.

“Motherfucker” I swing and clock him across the face. We begin fighting and he gets a good hit on my lip. The taste of blood fills my mouth. It tastes like pennies. My mother grabs my arm before I could tag him again.

“Johnny no” she says “I’m fine he didn’t hit me I fell”

“Ma are you fucking kidding me right now” I say

“Johnny I’m fine” she presses. I’m fuming at this point.

“I’m leaving”

“Where are you going?” She asks

“Away from you people” I grab my car keys and my jacket and shoes and slam the door shut. I hop in my pick up truck and drive off.

...

I find myself at Y/N’s house. She’s my girlfriend. Luckily she lives alone so nobody else has to be in this business. I get out and walk up knocking on her door.

I wait for a few minutes then hear the door open.

“Hi” I say

“What the hell happened Johnny” she drags me in and straight to the bathroom.

She sits me down on the toilet cover and grabs a first aid kit.

“My folks were fighting again. Dad hit mom and I jumped in. I tagged him then the bastard busts my lip” I say

“Are you ok?” She takes a peroxide pad and cleans the blood up.

“No I’m pissed. She really took his side over mine and it kills me that I left but if I don’t there’s no telling what I would’ve done”

“Well you know you’ve always got me here” I smile

“I know” I bring her closer and hug her. I hold her in my arms for what feels like ages. Just breathing in her beautiful scent of cocoa butter.

“I love you” I say

“I love you more” she says taking her fingers through my hair.

“Come on” she says. She takes my hand and we go upstairs. I take off my shirt and pants getting in and she lays down next to me. Her hands rake through my hair multiple times.

“You look sad”

“I don’t know what to do. I love her very much but she won’t leave” I say.

“I think I have something that’ll take your mind off of it” she kisses my lips again and I can feel the passion. Then she works on my neck and chest trailing kisses down to my stomach. I can feel myself getting harder by the second.

“As much as I’d love that pretty little mouth wrapped around me. I need you” she smiles that sweet smile and I put on her on my body. Her legs on each side of my waist. She starts to grind on me and I can’t help but groan.

“Your so beautiful” I say. She takes off her oversized shirt and now she’s left in her underwear.

We finally get everything off and I grab a condom rolling it on. She slides down on top of me and she feels like heaven.

Y/N begins rocking on top of me eliciting a moan from the both of us. I grab her hips and push her down further. She gasp and moans out. I’m getting off from her moans and faces.

“Does that feel good baby?” I ask. She throws her head back and moans louder. Y/N starts to rock on me faster beginning to circle her hips. This girl is driving me insane.

“Fuck” she’s going too slow for me so I thrust into her. I keep a steady rhythm going and feel her clenching on me every so often.

“Shit Johnny don’t stop” she begs

“What’s my fuckin name?” She moans and I slap her right ass cheek.

“Answer me”

“Johnny” she screams out. I pound into her relentlessly noticing her toes curling and the grip on my shoulders tightened.

“I’m gonna cum” she moans. I sit up continuing to thrust into her.

“Go head baby” I whisper in her ear. I feel her clench around me which in turn makes me groan. I’m right on the edge as well. She lets out a harmonic porn star like moan as she spills all over me. As she’s still going at it I bust with a loud groan.

“Jesus” she says. We both come down from the high and she lays on my chest.

“Did that make you feel better?” She asks

“Hell yea” Y/N giggles and all I can think about is how bad I want to be with her for the rest of my life.

[katandabbieslife]

Saturday, December 15th, 2018. End of Semester/Holiday Party for friends!

On Saturday, the 15th, we had a party to celebrate the end of the semester, the beginning of a month long winter break, and the holiday with a small group of our best friends. We woke up about 8am, jumped in the shower and washed each other, had a small make-out session, some light fingering and playing with the water dong shower attachment. We talked about the party and everything we had to do to get ready. We’re college girls, we’re not the best housekeepers. We walk in the house at night, we drop keys, books, kick off our shoes, and start shedding clothing. The bra is always first. Depending on the temperature, pants are next. It’s not uncommon to have to go to the chair in the living room to get a bra in the morning. We are messy! That’s all there is to it. We try to do better, but with school and homework, housekeeping gets in the way sometimes.

We enjoyed our shower, and each other with some kissing, and within a minute, I was on my knees and Kat’s legs was over my shoulder while I had her backed against the shower wall and my face between her legs. I ran my tongue up and down her gorgeous, and slippery little slit. Running my tongue back to her asshole, teasing it lightly with my tongue before running my hand up the back of her leg and pressing against her opening before she pushed back and relaxed her tight little butthole to accept my middle finger and slipping it inside just as I sucked her clit between my lips and began flicking my tongue back and forth over it. Her hand was on the back of my head and began grinding into my mouth as she pulled me in harder. After a few minutes of licking and sucking her clit and on her soft inner lips, my tongue began to tire. I began kissing my way up her belly, up to her tits, and to her neck. She let her back slide down the shower wall until she sat on the bench. I leaned down, kissing her, sucking on her tongue, as I slid my hand down and massaged her clit to bring her to a leg shaking orgasm. As I settled down on her thigh, still kissing, and making out with her, I began grinding my wet little mound against her leg, with one hand twisting and pinching her nipples. My hands made their way up to cup her face as I kissed her with all the passion I had in me while feeling her arms around me and her hand as she brought it front and center to give me something else to rub against. Rocking my hips and grinding against her had me shaking on her lap within a minute and half. I slumped my head over her shoulder, against the wall for a moment before grabbing the shampoo and plopping a bit in my hand and massaging it into her hair as I sat, still slowly grinding on her thigh. We both finished washing up, drying off and getting ready to face the day and get ready for our holiday/end of semester party.

We had laundry to do since we had to pack the next day for a month away on winter break. We also had to vacuum, dust, and run the dishwasher. We finished in the shower and jumped out to dry off. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my head, brushed my teeth and left the bathroom to find Kat already plugging the vacuum cleaner in and getting ready to clean. She just looked at me and said “Nuh Uh! You have got to put something on or we’ll never get the house ready!” Still standing there with only my towel around my head and nothing else, her in panties and a Tee shirt, I casually walked over, slid my hands up her thighs, under her shirt and up her sides, then in a quick smooth motion, slipped her shirt off and up over her head, put it on and just bounced away, giggling like a mischievous little pixie. She gave me a smirky little grin, as if to say “You sneaky little bitch!” I sorted and started the laundry and after the first load was in, I loaded the dishwasher. While Kat was still cleaning in the living room, I started making our shopping list for the day and luckily, only had to get food. Mainly just snack foods, like a cheese and cracker tray. We had a request for Totino’s Pizza rolls and ranch dressing. We also got like 5 foot long subs from Subway to cut in short lengths. The Alcohol was handled Wednesday night by way of mass text! Not sure what to get, I sent out a group text to everyone coming and took requests. I had to get Absolut, Captain Morgans Spiced Rum, A bottle of Patron, and possibly the most expensive bottle of Vodka I have ever purchased in my life, but it was for Kat and I. I ordered a Bottle of Fallen Angel vodka for Kat and I a few weeks ago at $185 for a little over a pint, but it came in a really cool devils head bottle, two shot glasses with the logo and a pourer. We each had one shot and put it on our shelf.  

It was 11:00am and we’d finished most of the cleaning and put another load of laundry in the washing machine, got ready, then ran out to do some shopping. We had 9 hours so we finished up some Christmas shopping, stopped by the UPS store, to send the gifts to her parents, We’d be there before they arrived on Tuesday or Wednesday anyway, and it’s cheaper than stuffing it all into another suitcase and paying baggage fee’s. We grabbed lunch, stopped by Forever 21 to just look around for a bit and ended up in the fitting room for a little make-out session. I may or may not have fondled Kat while she was trying on a dress, but I could not resist! Her gorgeous little ass was in my face as she bent over to pull the dress up and I had to bite it! We finished shopping and headed home, stopping on the way to place the order at Subway to pick up later.

I spent the day, off and on, talking to friends online. Some heading home for winter break or those who left Friday and were already home. We ran out around 6:30pm to grab the sandwiches and were home by 7:15 to cut them into short sections and put them on plates and get all the other food ready. We got dressed, both of us in leggings and I wore a loose top and a bralette underneath while Kat wore an off the shoulder top and a strapless bra. I chose to go commando in my leggings since they were laced up to the waist band on both sides and I never got my undies out of the dryer before I was getting dressed. I also don’t mind showing off my hips, or my body, in person, for that matter.

Our apartment isn’t huge and we only invited 8 of our friends who we consider our closest friends. Counting Kat and myself, there were 6 girls, 4 guys, or 4 couples, and 2 friends who are single (secretly hoping to get them together.) All of which have seen us or we’ve seen them in various states of undress. A couple of them, we have had full on sexual experiences with, Heather and Madi. Heather being one of the two singles we invited and Madi, one of the three other couples. We all knew how the night may go, and our biggest rule when we all party is the phones are left on the shelf by the door. We are there to have fun with friends at the party and not those who are not. We’re also not there to sit around and play on Twitter, Snap, Instagram, or whatever app we all get consumed by these days. One thing I usually try to do anyway is leave my phone in the hotel room, in my bag, or elsewhere when hanging out with friends.

Sometime between 7:30 and 8pm, Madi and her boyfriend had shown up and I walked over, stood on my tippy toes and gave Madi a smooch on the lips, turned and wrapped my arms around her boyfriend for a hug and squeezed his ass while I was at it. This elicited a laugh and a “hey hey hey” from Madi as she slapped my ass. Kat walked up and followed suit with a kiss for Madi and a hug for her man. The others showed up over the next 15 to 20 minutes. We had an EDM music channel on playing on the TV. As we all sat around and just talked about our plans for the holidays, we sipped on some drinks, had some snacks, and played some “Cards Against Humanity” for a bit.

We talked about the party last year, when I was running behind getting ready and was actually in the shower when everyone started arriving. Kat being the evil monkey she can be sometimes, snuck into the bathroom, grabbed my clothes and towel and left me in the shower with nothing to wear. I ended up walking through the apartment in front of everyone, naked as can be, only glaring at Kat as I walked through to our bedroom saying “You didn’t think I would do it, did you?” and her response was ” I was counting on it.” To which I replied “Of course it was” thinking back on all the naked pizza delivery and room service challenges she got me to do since we’ve been together.   This year, I was ready before anyone got there so I had no worries, at least not yet.

Just to give you an idea of our smaller, more private parties for our closest friends, here is a video of the type of party we enjoy. pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5aec6074b411f

We like to play party games, but always revert to middle and high school adolescent games like spin the bottle, truth or dare, suck and blow, or even 7 minutes in heaven. Most happen when we all get tipsy which was beginning as we started taking shots. A few shots later, “Truth or Dare” was brought up, and another incident from last years party was about to repeat itself. It started with most of us girls taking choosing truth and the guys choosing dares. We saw all four dicks within the first 10 minutes of playing. The truth questions started taking longer to come up with so when my turn rolled around, Kat asked and I chose Dare. My dare was a strip tease. (This is not me, but it gives you an idea of what I was doing.https://www.erome.com/a/ywfNUB8G ) I started gyrating my hips a little as I pulled my top off over my head, and I was told by one of the guys to “get your short little ass up on the coffee table so we can see you short stuff!” I stepped over to the table and one of the guys held my hand and elbow as I stepped up on the table they had cleared off. I continued by pulling off the bralette, and turning around to shake my 32C’s at everyone, sliding my hands down over my breasts and down my belly as I hooked my thumbs in my waistband, still gyrating and turning around as I wiggled them down over my ass and too my knees. My friend Alex stood up and held my hand as I stepped out of my leggings, and stood there, nude, except for my little pink ankle socks. Anxious to show off my pretty red pedi Kat and I got earlier in the day, I stepped on the toe of my socks and pulled my feet free from each. I continued dancing for another 20 or 30 seconds while the song on the music channel played, bending over with my ass facing everyone to give everyone a peek. I lowered myself by bending at the knees, sliding my hands down my legs, then as I stood, let my hands slide upward again and between my legs to brush my slit, which I could tell was getting wet just from all the attention I was getting. The girls were clapping, the guys were cheering, and I was off the hook for a few minutes as I looked at Madi and said “Truth or Dare?” Madi picked dare and not wanting to be the only naked girl there, I told her to take her shirt off. She blushed and turned red, turned her head for a minute and looked at her boyfriend and he shook his head yes.

Madi stood up and pulled her shirt up and over her head. She got ready to sit back down and I told her the Bra had to come off too and I got an “Aww Damn it!” and her boyfriend laughed. The others started picking dare and within a few turns, I was feeling more comfortable about being naked, especially since I was getting very tipsy and I wasn’t the only naked one there. I was feeling a bit chilled so I went to turn up the heat a little and set the thermostat to like 80 degrees. I figured the high heat would also help the others shed some clothes too. The guys were now beginning to shed clothes with one guy being totally nude and the others shirtless. One girl was dared to blow her boyfriend in front of us, which she happily did. I was dared to give one friend a handjob by his very own girlfriend. Her reasoning was “I know you don’t get to play with much dick and this is my Christmas present to you!” So I enjoyed it. I leaned down, worked up some saliva and let it fall to the head of his cock as I brought my thumb and fingers up over the tip to lubricate it a little. After a few seconds, he started thrusting in my hands as I was had both hands wrapped around his shaft, sliding back and forth. After a minute or so he started saying he was about to cum and I told his girlfriend to get over here as he began to cum, one small drop hitting my tit and the rest on her chest and belly as she settled in front of him and took him in her mouth as she cleaned him up. I got up, and saw Kat still in her long, baggy, off the shoulder shirt and said “Truth or Dare?” She chose dare and of course, her dare was to finish getting naked since like 6 or 7 of us already were totally nude or sitting around with clothes in our laps.

Kat smiled, raised her top over her head and then standing there, facing everyone, told me to unhook her bra. Kat has an amazing pair of 30B’s that are perfectly shaped for their size and she loves showing them off. I love seeing the look on her face when she does too. I’ve seen her many times yank her shirt up at the bar to flash people and she gets that cute little embarrassed grin. She enjoys being naked as much as I do.

 We were all very tipsy by now and one of the girls asked if there were any limits to the game. I said I was game for anything and everyone looked at each other and said they were up for it and I said if anyone was uncomfortable with any dare, to just let the group know and we’d just pick another dare. Heather was dared to blow the single guy in the group to finish. Within 2 minute he came down her throat and Madi stepped over to lock lips with her. One girl, Karen, was dared to taste me, which I promptly sat on the coffee table and spread my legs. As she ran her tongue up and down my slit, I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer, while she sucked my pussy lips into her mouth with a little tug. She looked up from between my legs at Kat and asked “Truth or dare?” Kat chose Dare, and Karen looked at Kat, then at me, and said “I dare you to help blow my boyfriend!” I smiled and shook my head as Kat said “Ok!” then she walked over to kiss Karen, then looked at me and said “That tastes familiar!” after a few minute of sliding his cock between their lips and them making out with each other, Kat impaled her face on his stiff cock and took him to the base several times, to the cheers of the rest of the group. Karen placed her hand on the back of Kats heads and pushed her down a few times, then told her “I got this now.” Kat kissed her once more and then Karen sucked her boyfriend’s cock down her throat. Kat looked at me and said “Truth or Dare?” Since I was enjoying the way direction the party was going, I chose Dare. I was still laying on my back, on the coffee table, and up for anything. Kat looked at me with her evil grin and said “Masturbation show!” and my hand immediately shot down to my wet little cunt. As I began, I asked one of the girls “Truth or Dare?” she chose dare and I told her I wanted to see her with a cock in her mouth. Her Boyfriend smiled and stood up as she turned and let him slide inside. I turned my attentions back to myself. One hand slid up my belly and over my tit, grabbing my nipple and tugging it toward my mouth, then letting go and cupping my boob to force my nipple up to lick and suck on and I crammed two fingers deep inside my pussy, going for my G-Spot. I pulled my feet up on the edge and bucked my hips and ass up from the table. Madi walked over, leaned down and sucked my other nipple into her mouth, and with a small friendly bite and sucked as she pulled back and let it pop from her mouth, driving me crazy. Arching my back from the table with my cunt up in the air, the guys were watching and cheering, the girls were rubbing my legs and stomach while Kat had my ass in her hand. Within minutes, I was about to make myself cum as my feet slid off the edge of the table and my ass slapped back down and my legs went into convulsions. As I was laying there recovering, one girl chose Dare and was told to taste me, and she asked if she could take her turn real quick and then do it, everyone said yes and she looked at me while asking her boyfriend to put his cock inside me. I smiled and put my feet back on the edge of the table, and lifted my butt off the table to move around to face him as he leaned forward, his girlfriend put her hand on his ass and pushed him inside me several times, then pulled him out and leaned around and shoved his cock, coated with my juices, down her throat. She smiled and said that I tasted good, then leaned in for a few licks of her own and I was on the edge again.

There were a few more blowjobs given, and then the single guy was dared to fuck me and eat Kat at the same time so I got up from my comfy coffee table to let him lay back. I stepped back up on the table and straddled him as I lowered myself down onto his cock in the cowgirl position. A few seconds later, Kat stepped up on the table and lowered her pussy down to his mouth as her inner lips hung down just a little lower, she wiggled her ass from side to side, rubbing them across his lips before completely giving him access. I leaned forward and cupped Kats face as I bounced up and down on him, slipping my tongue past her lips, then sucking hers into my mouth. My hand made it up to her tits as I tweaked her nipples, and rolled them between my thumb and index finger, kissing her neck as she moaned from the attentions being given to her tight little pussy. Within 2 minutes, he tapped my thigh and I could hear a muffled “I’m gonna cum!” from under Kats wet little cunt, prompting me to raise up from him and stoke him off to finish on Kats belly and chest. Kat wiped her finger through a spot on her breasts and popped it in her mouth and sucked the cum from her finger just as Heather stepped over and ran her tongue up Kats belly, slurping up most of his cum. She couldn’t reach what has run down towards Kats pussy and as Kat raised up, Heather finished cleanup on Kat, wrapping her mouth over Kat’s mound and sliding her tongue upwards from Kats slit to her belly button. My hand was on Heathers ass, squeezing and kneading it, and just about to slide my fingers inside her as she stood up with a smile, turned to me and kissed me deeply, not since my birthday party had Heather kissed me that forcefully.

My turn came around again and I was less tipsy so I chose truth. Karen asked “What is the sexiest thing you own? I bounced through the living room, into our bedroom and grabbed one of my Foxtails and popped the plug in my mouth to cover it with saliva and slid it into my pink little asshole. I walked back out into the living room with my hands behind my back. Using my hands, I swished it from side to side. One of the guys made a comment about it not being that sexy. I squinted my eyes at him, closed my lips tight, put my hands on my hips and turned around and bent over to show them it was actually a plug. A couple of them mentioned how hot they thought tail plugs are, a couple others were transfixed on my ass and the tail protruding from it, while Kat mentioned that was only part of a set she got me for my Birthday last year. I said I love Pet Play. One guy asked if it was the same as “Furries” and I explained Furries and Pet Play are totally different. “Furries” generally enjoy being in full costume, a lot like a full mascot costume, while Pet play involves ears, tails, sometimes “hooves”, collars and leashes.

The game was winding down and the couples were cuddling, having sex, oral or traditional, and I realized yet another party turned into kind of an orgy. Madi walked over and asked if we had any weed and Kat told her yes, they went into the bedroom where our bowl and stash was, everyone else was making out or otherwise engaged as Madison’s boyfriend walked over and asked if he could go in and I laughed and said “Of course. I’ll be in, in a minute.” I stood up and since I could feel my buzz leaving me, I grabbed the Absolut and took a couple big hits from the bottle and told everyone we’d be back in a few minutes and almost no one noticed. I stepped into the bedroom and Madi was lighting the pipe as she inhaled and Kat was laying on her back with Madi’s boyfriend had his fingers teasing Kat’s pussy and Kats rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. I walked over to Madi and put my arms around her belly and leaned my head against her arm. Kat had moved her hand to stroke his cock as I watched him tease her for a minute and then I leaned over to whisper in his ear “I want to see your cock in her.” He glanced over at Madi as she held the pipe up to my lips and lit it as I inhaled. She just said “Please baby, fuck her!” I reached over and grabbed his dick, gave it a few strokes, and guided him in as she hooked her feet around him and pulled him into her deep. I crawled up on the bed, beside Kat and started sucking her nipples and felt someone playing with my ass and pussy, assuming it was him, I wiggled my ass from side to side, then felt someone push me over on my side. I looked down to see Madison burying her face in my wet little cunt and sucking my lips inside and teasing my clit with her tongue. I looked to my right and saw pure Ecstasy on Kats face, staring at me and she mumbled “I love you so much baby girl.” We were in the moment, enjoying being pleasured my Madi and her boyfriend. I could feel Kat using her legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her with force and her grunting as he slammed into her. I looked down at Madi and her boyfriend had his right hand behind her, and from the way Madi was moving her hips, he had his fingers deep inside. I was ready to cum again and as my legs started to tense up, I could feel Madi’s breath quicken as she raised up to say she was about to cum and just hearing that pushed me over the edge. He started fucking Kat faster and I could tell Kat was cumming and then he pulled out and Madi turned to slide her mouth down over his cock and take every drop down her throat. Just then I heard someone say “That was so fucking hot!” and I looked over to see Heather and one of the other girls and her boyfriend standing there. His arms around his girlfriend with his hands rubbing her pussy as they watched the four of us fuck.

We all composed ourselves, got up to rejoin everyone in the living room only to notice one of the other couples gone. I had the munchies and stepped into the kitchen to grab a pizza roll to find the missing couple, she on the counter and him, knee’s on the floor with his face buried in her cunt, with her legs up and over his shoulders. We stepped back into the living room and the single guy we’d invited for Heather was sleeping in the recliner, naked. Heather thought she might blow him and to wake him, after 30 seconds, with no response at all from him, she withdrew his flaccid cock from her mouth and said “I give up.” with a laugh. Kat told her “It’s ok if you want to stay the night, we have something for you.” and I gave Heather a smile and shook my head yes. She smiled and grabbed her boots, pants and purse to put them in our room.

The others came in from the kitchen and smiled as they apologized for taking the kitchen for themselves and said that the other couple was on the bathroom having sex when they went to the kitchen.

As things were winding down, I turned the heat back down because people were putting clothes back on and getting ready to head home. Uber’s were ordered, cabs were called, and Single guy still out cold in the recliner. Madi and her boyfriend left, the same time Karen and her man left, the other couple left about 10 minutes later and I was wearing a long tee shirt with nothing else as I stepped out in bare feet to walk the out to the cab, as I turned around and she was talking to me and telling me to be careful, I said loudly “Hey Driver! Happy Holidays!” and flipped my shirt up in the back to show my bare ass, and bounced back up the sidewalk to the apartment. Back in the house, Kat and Heather had a sharpie, drawing faces on single guys dick. I laughed and asked if they thought it might be toxic. They asked why and I told them, if he wakes up while we’re playing, we might want him to join us, at which point Kat grabbed the sharpie from Heather and capped it real quick, saying  “Good Point!” he didn’t wake though. We threw a blanket over him and the three of us retired to our room, leaving the door open in case he woke. The three of us enjoyed each other before falling asleep, only to be woken up around 8:30am by a knock, with single guy telling us he was going to head home and thanking us for the party and telling Heather he’d call her. I jumped up, grabbed my robe and threw it on without tying it and letting him out the door and locking it behind him. I went back to bed and squeezed in between Kat and Heather to doze back off for a little longer. After we woke up, there was some slight regret from the night before in the form of headaches, and all around queasiness, asking each other and texting the others “Did I really do that?” along with apologies and other saying “Please don’t apologize, we loved it!” or something to that effect. Heather went home, and Kat and I spent the day packing for our 3 week long trip to our parent’s places for some time back home with Rick and Family. Unfortunately, Ricks bitch of a girlfriend was going to be there too. Later in the afternoon, Madi stopped by for instructions on House sitting for us since she and her family live in town and she’d be available to stop by to check on things and bring mail in every day or two.

Also, please know that I am aware I may not be the best, or most moral person for sleeping with another girls boyfriend. I have my reasons for it to not bother me. Not that you will agree, but his girlfriend is a gold-digger and just an evil bitch, for the most part, which you might begin to understand when I get around to posting about our time at the farm with her. She told Rick, last year “You better not be sniffing around your lesbian sisters little “dyke” girlfriend!” He also said she had wished various things on me, some involving violence that I will not go into here. Suffice it to say, I feel no guilt fucking her boyfriend at all. The way Rick looks at it, he’s just doing me a service and giving me real dick, while I’m doing him a service and getting him off while he gets to see his little sister and myself, naked.

More will be posted soon from our trip back home for the holidays.

-Abbie

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Urgent (-ish)

Heartsy’s Input: Babe. This is so wonderful. Holy Shit. This is Babe’s amazing Part 2 to Urgent she wrote a bit ago. Lemme tell you. I’m blushing about as much as Ed. Give it a read and let her know what you think!

Submitted by Babe!Anon

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He could leave. The option was always there. Edward Elric could just jump on the next train to Central and not have to be here anymore. He was always working, always hot, always sweating, and always…on the look out. 

After reading that letter, he had bolted out of that tent as fast as his legs could carry. Dust had picked up behind him and so many Ishvalans had stared at him as if he had three heads. He made his own transmuted tent on the opposite side of the camp and hid from everyone for what seemed like weeks, months, even years.

It was only twenty minutes.

Eventually, someone knocked on the wall and Ed made a small peephole that he could peek out of. It was an Ishvalan soldier. Ed considered the threat and let himself out, brushed himself off, and tried to get rid of the blush on his cheeks.

“Uh, are you the Fullmetal Alchemist?” the man asked, towering over the boy and covered in grime and sweat. He looked as if he were expecting someone a little…taller to say the least.

“Yeah,” Ed snapped and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. “What do you want?”

The man looked taken aback for a moment before he cleared his throat and shrugged a little. Weirder things have happened he supposed.

“You are needed in the captain’s tent.” He said, gesturing towards where Edward had just run from. Edward tensed and his blush returned full force. He looked away quickly from the man.

“Ah, those guys? They’ll find me if they need me! I’ll just-just-uh…make some buildings! Yeah, rebuilding, right?” Ed said, plastering a smile on his face and heading rigidly in a completely different direction. 

“But you–sir?” the man stammered, not knowing what to make of this. He had been told that the matter was urgent. Ed just waved without looking back at the man.

“I’m sure they’ll be okay!” He called out, looking around for something–anything–to keep him busy.

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There is only so much you can do in the middle of the dessert. Edward had been making buildings left and right as soon as he had the general ideas or blueprints from fellow Ishvalans. Most people around him thought the spirit came from the fact that he was so young, but Ed knew that those two captains wouldn’t attack while he was working, so he kept busy.

It was Miles who had gotten the first point.

Ed had made the mistake of walking back to his little tent alone at night. After a long day of work, everyone had retreated back to their own beds and cots. With how tired he had been, he hadn’t noticed his old friend following close behind him.

“You’ve been doing a lot of work lately, full metal.” Mile’s voice said and a heavy hand landed on Ed’s shoulder. The small alchemist froze and a shiver ran up his spine.

“Y-yeah, just doing my job.” Ed replied, trying to move away but the hand on his shoulder tightened. Slowly, Ed turned his head to look up at Miles. There was a smile on the man’s face. That smile that meant that he was in for a heap of trouble. Miles took a step forward, closer to his old friend and just went in for the kill. 

Before Ed could react, Miles had yanked the boy’s arm over his head with one hand and started tickling wildly with the other. His fingers danced over Ed’s sides and ribs. Ed didn’t have time to even protest before giggles escaped his lips. He crumpled in Miles’ grip, trying to pull his arm away. When the captain began pinching at his sides, Ed went wild and started flailing like a fish on a hook. 

“WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!” Ed wailed, looking around frantically. Someone would definitely hear him if he kept laughing like this, but he was too tired to fight back.

“Say Uncle,” Miles said, smirking a little bit. This had been a fantastic plan of his. Ed was definitely a wiggly runt, but his laughter made it all worth it. He could see why Mustang had sent him that letter. He shifted his grip a little and set his hand to clawing ticklishly at Ed’s stomach.

Edward went crazy, trying to slap his hands together and transmute at least something to get out of this mess. He was kicking up dust and dirt, and his laughter was very quickly going hoarse. 

“MILES! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Ed wailed, his face scrunching up as he laughed more and more. He started to see lights come on around him. His heart caught in his throat.

“UNCLE! UN-cle” Ed said, but before he could repeat himself, Miles had already dropped his arm. Ed flopped down onto the ground with an ungraceful thud.

“Keep up the good work, full metal,” Miles said with a smirk on his face. Ed lay on the ground, twitching a little. That damn Mustang.

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Scar was a little more subtle.

“Wake up.” the previous convict said, standing over the smaller alchemist in his tent. It had been quite easy to infiltrate, almost like Ed was challenging them.  Ed’s eyes flew open and he sat up quickly.

Well, he tried to anyways. That son of a bitch had tied him up. Ed’s heart almost stopped.

“Uh, Scar?” He said, shifting a little on the ground uncomfortably. 

“I don’t quite understand what the message was for, but I cannot afford to lose,” Scar said with a very serious expression on his face. There was a moment of silence.

“Are you kidding me?” Ed yelled, looking at Scar as if he were absolutely crazy. Scar just nodded solemnly.

“I was informed last night that I was behind a point.” Scar said and looked him over. 

“Mustang is just pulling a st-stupid prank on you two! This is insane! Let me go!” Ed said.

“Fullmetal, we have been enemies longer than we have been companions.” Scar said, casually cracking his knuckles. “But I have been doing this far longer.”

Deadly Ishvalan fingers descended upon the boy’s body with merciless fury. Scar’s fingers danced upon Ed’s body, making the boy twist and writhe underneath the touch.

“SCAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAR!” He squealed, his fists clenching and unclenching. This wasn’t like the night before. Ed was absolutely helpless here. Surprisingly, the Ishvalan stopped. Ed took a few deep breaths.

“Do you like to be tickled, Fullmetal?” Scar asked, looking over at the boy. Edward turned red. Beet red.

“What? Are you kidding me? No!” Ed squeaked, his voice jumping up about an octave. Scar shifted down a little bit…towards….

“Wait! What are you doing? Scar, come on!” Ed protested, but it was too late. The shoe was already off. Ed squeezed his eyes shut, ready for another onslaught of intense ticklish feelings.

“What I have learned in war…” Scar started, slowly dragging a finger up the length of Edward’s good foot. Ed squeaked and he tried to jerk his foot back.

“Is that if you want information from someone…” He continued, gently tickling the bottom of the boy’s foot. Ed giggled like crazy, wiggling on the ground and shaking his head. Scar allowed a small knowing smirk to pull at his lips.

“You have to start out slow.” He said, his voice low. His fingers found a spot right underneath Ed’s big toe–the same place that used to drive his brother wild–and found the same result.

“AHAHA Scahahahar! No! NO! Ihihihihit–stahahahap.” Ed said, his laughter jumping up and down as the fingers danced over his foot. He wasn’t sure which was worse, the intense tickling from the night before or this gentle tickling with the addition of Scar’s emotionless teasing.

“Do you like to be tickled?” Scar asked, pausing so that Edward could respond. The alchemist only breathed heavily and shook his head. Scar shrugged and moved up, pushing Edward’s shirt up to expose his stomach. Edward’s eyes bulged and he shook his head frantically. 

The gentle tickles from Scar were probably the most maddening thing that Ed had ever experienced in his life. The coarseness of his callused fingers drove Ed wild. They danced ever so gently on Ed’s stomach, slowly making their way to Edward’s bellybutton.

“Excuse me? Is Captain Scar and Fullmetal inside?” a voice asked from outside, a gentle knocking on the transmuted rock wall. Scar paused and gave Edward a look.

“Yes. We are discussing blueprint plans, what can we do?” Scar asked.

“Captain Miles requests both of you at the tent immediately. There’s a meeting about the new church to be built today.” The man said. Scar nodded and started to untie Edward. Ed pulled his shirt down frantically and scrambled to pull his shoe back on. Scar used his tattooed arm to blow out a wall and he stepped out, looking at the man.

“Sounds urgent.” Scar said, not even bothering to look at the disheveled boy behind him.