#and hang by the tips of his fingers to shimmy through climbing challenges

[cringe-control]

Skyward Sword guardians for sure imo

This isn't a question of 'how likely you are to run into them' which really leaves the question of if it's on the monsters home turf or if you just got randomly locked in a room with them.

If I'm locked in a room with them the order goes 1: SS guardians 2: everything else tied. Redeads, dead hand, and gloom hands are all just going to kill me. Which sucks but at least it's over fairly quickly. On the other hand, the guardians won't kill me. There's a bunch of people who discount them because of that, and think they aren't even on the same threat level as the other three, and you know what? They're right! SS guardians are worse! Because they won't kill you. Just keep you trapped and tormented and constantly on edge until you either escape them (unlikely at best but more probably impossible in an irl scenario, at least for me. I do not have the kind of mental or physical endurance the silent realms require.) or die naturally, if you even can! Them hitting you is described as 'shattering your spirit' and plays the death animation, so I have to assume that it feels like you're dying even if you technically aren't - so really in a situation where I was trapped in a room with them the question would become would you rather die or be stuck in a death loop for eternity or, maybe, if the goddess designed it mercifully, until your heart gives out from the stress and anxiety of repeated deaths and chases? (I suppose its also worth mentioning that in a sufficiently tall room with like, brick walls or anything else I could get a grip on, that Gloom Hands drop to the bottom of the list. Dead hand and redeads would just wait me out, but there would be a solid chance of survival against the gloom hands if I could get up out of their reach since they give up so quickly) If I was in their natural habitat the places line out a bit - 1: SS Guardian - For the reasons stated above - theres pretty much no chance I complete the trial and I don't want to be stuck in a death loop forever 2: Dead Hand - By the time I realized I've encountered it its probably too late to escape and its just going to kill me 3: Redead - Slow moving and usually visible from a distance. It would be absolutely nerve wracking but I'd probably manage to slip past them and escape in most scenarios. It really would depend on the layout of the (presumably cave or catacomb-esk) area I encountered them in, as if the tunnels are narrow enough that you had to go within grabbing distance to duck past the redead to escape then that could pose a significant danger. and 4: Gloom Hands - Pretty much everywhere they spawn in game, or would spawn irl, has Someplace you could climb and wait them out. A wall, a building, a tree, a sufficiently steep hill - it's pretty easy to get out of range and wait these guys out! They're creepy as hell sure, but I genuinely think they pose the least danger to me out of this list.

The sequel:

First poll here <-

[hddnone]

Title: Feral  Square: B3 - Fetish : Causing Bruises for @mcukinkbingo Teratober2020 Day 3 : Feral Pairing: Bucky x Tony Rating : Explicit Tags: Werewolves (lupine serum), self-experimentation, sex as wolves, frottage Summary: “He was a - a wolf,” Jarvis said, his voice pitched with nerves. It was the most undone Bucky had ever heard the butler.

“Did Howard do that?” He spat the words out as he held back the bile that rose in his throat. He had to vault a set of stairs, and the gasps of the agents almost masked Jarvis' shaky sigh.

“It looked like self-experimentation.”

Bucky's genius was dumb as hell. Tony knew the odds of survival with the lupine serum and he'd gone and messed with it anyway.

Word Count: 1.7K

Here on AO3 or below the cut

“It’s Anthony.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped.

“Details,” he snapped into the phone as he sprinted for his motorcycle. He bowled over SHIELD agents left and right when they didn’t get out of his way fast enough.

“He was a - a wolf,” Jarvis answered, his voice pitched with nerves. It was the most undone Bucky had ever heard the butler.

“Did Howard do that?” He spat the words out as he held back the bile that rose in his throat. He had to vault a set of stairs, and the gasps of the agents almost masked Jarvis’ shaky sigh. 

“It looked like self-experimentation.”

Bucky cursed. “Be there in twenty.”

Twenty minutes was an impossible drive from the SHIELD base to the Stark’s country estate, but Bucky paid no heed to the traffic lights, rules, or other cars. He sped around whoever and whatever he needed to, leaving flashing sirens behind. He didn’t have to worry - Tony had been tinkering with his bike again, and he easily outpaced his chasers.

Bucky picked up more speed as the traffic thinned, careening around corners as his road twisted deeper into the woods.

At least Tony was smart enough to experiment someplace other than downtown New York City, but then Tony was brilliant.

But he was also fucking dumb as hell, and Bucky was going to kill him.

He pulled up to the front of the Stark’s house - more of a mansion, towering into the sky - and leapt off, letting his bike skid on until it crashed into a tree. He was halfway up the entrance steps when Edwin Jarvis came hurrying out, face flushed.

“He’s out on the grounds. I let him out because he - well, it seemed best.”

“Thanks,” Bucky grunted, knowing it wasn’t polite enough but all he had time for. He turned and leapt off the stairs.

He transformed in mid-air, shifting into a wolf and landing on all fours onto the driveway. His clothes were torn to shreds, scattering in the breeze. He dug his paws into the gravel and sprinted for the trees.

“He headed to the backwoods!” Jarvis shouted after him, pointing.

Bucky circled, and he tipped his head back and howled. It wasn’t his best song - he was angry, but it was still a greeting.

One Tony might not yet know how to interpret, and while Bucky perked his ears he heard no response.

Tony, Tony, Tony. The first transformation was the worst, only shortly followed by the second because then you knew what pain would come. It racked the body, bones snapping and reforming, muscles restringing. Tony should never have been alone for the first shift.

Not like Bucky had been, in Hydra’s clutches. Not like Steve had been, in that bunker under the city. Tony should’ve had pack around him, but then of course Tony knew they’d have stopped him. It was a miracle Steve and Bucky had survived the lupine serum, and Tony was aware of the odds.

Dumb as hell. His brilliant genius was dumb as hell.

Bucky howled again with no response, but he picked up a scent trail. It had to be Tony - similar to his human scent, but richer and tangier. It slithered up Bucky’s nose and down his throat, and he sprinted along the trail so that it got fresher and wilder and even more delicious.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he thought about bathing in that scent. It had been hard enough keeping his hands off Tony when Tony had been a human. He didn’t know how he was going to do it with Tony as a wolf.

And Steve wasn’t here to keep him in check. Steve was overseas, attending a week-long conference with MI6, and Bucky had been moping and missing their pack of two.

Now they’d be a pack of three.

Something slammed into his right side, and he snarled and found his feet as he whirled on his attacker.

Tony.

Tony as a wolf, with rich, chestnut brown fur that gleamed under the sunlight. He was on the small side still, with perfectly proportioned legs and hindquarters that made Bucky’s ears perk forward.

He was gorgeous, and he was snarling a challenge at Bucky with wild eyes.

Bucky’s blood went hot, and he paced to the side. Tony matched him step for step, circling and circling as they waited for the other to make a move.

Tony struck first, leaping for Bucky’s throat.

Bucky dodged the bite and twisted on Tony, but Tony was quick and agile. He danced back, growling, and Bucky followed.

Tony was pack, but he was feral. Bucky needed to calm him down so he could shift back to human, regain some of his senses. He’d have too much input with sights, sounds, and smells dialed up to overwhelming proportions.

He needed Bucky to show him how to handle and process it. To train him, to teach him how to be pack.

But Tony was making him work for it. Tony was leaping and attacking and dodging as Bucky tried to make him heel. He ran off, leading Bucky on a merry chase before whirling and standing off again.

Bucky’s heart pounded, panting, as he cornered Tony another time. The thrill of the chase was pulling at him, the desire to catch, to bite, to take. Staring at Tony’s wagging tail only pushed him closer to the edge.

Tony was brilliant and fast, but Bucky waited him out and wore him down.

Tony danced too close and with surprising speed for how big he was, Bucky reached out and snapped his jaws around Tony’s neck.

Tony whined, tugging, but Bucky squeezed. Tony whimpered but he didn’t release the hold, climbing on top of Tony to secure it. Tony stilled underneath him and he growled his approval.

Tony relaxed, then gave a surge of energy to wiggle out, but Bucky yipped and held him fast.

Tony was his. Fur coated his mouth, scent clung to his nostrils. He pushed until Tony was forced to the ground, pinned under Bucky’s weight.

Tony whined, something high and sweet and begging, and Bucky rewarded him by rutting along his back.

Tony’s paws scrabbled at the dirt, but he panted and stayed. He rucked up against Bucky, hips lifting, and Bucky rewarded him with another thrust.

His cock was poking out of his sheath, filling and lengthening as it pressed into Tony’s fur. 

Bucky needed to know what Tony would smell like covered in him, how delicious a mix of their scents would be.Tony yipped and whined and shimmied against Bucky, his tail wagging.

Bucky let go of Tony’s fur to howl his claim to the sky as he rutted against Tony. He growled and fucked Tony’s fur, showcasing what a good mate he would be. How hard, how fast he could fuck, how good he’d make it for Tony.

Tony stretched out on his front paws, arching back as much as he could under Bucky, showing how good he’d take it. 

Bucky came, snarling, spilling onto Tony. His cock filled as if to knot, but there was nothing to hold. It undercut the orgasm, but next time they’d be prepared. Next time they’d -

Oh fuck.

Bucky shifted back to a human, crouched over Tony. He tumbled to the side, not even able to enjoy the way Tony smelled like him.

Steve was going to kill him, right after Steve was done killing Tony. Tony wasn’t only Howard’s son, a ‘friend’ from the war, but also Steve’s godson. Bucky didn’t give a flying fuck what Howard thought, but Steve could be overprotective. Bucky was dead. 

Tony panted, tongue hanging out of his mouth, looking dazed.

“Tony, are you - shit, are you okay?” Bucky reached out, but pulled his hand back.

Tony crawled over and plopped his head in Bucky’s lap. He licked Bucky’s thigh, and Bucky carefully threaded fingers through his fur. For that Bucky was awarded Tony’s cold nose pushing into his hip, but then Tony’s tongue warmed up the skin.

Then Tony turned and started licking up the spend that coated Bucky’s cock.

“Okay, that’s -” fantastic, Bucky didn’t finish. His cock twitched under Tony’s attention, and he dug his fingers deeper into Tony’s silky strands.

“You need to -” Bucky gasped, tugging Tony’s head away, “- turn back into a human. Can you? Just think of -”

Tony’s jaw receded, then the fur. His spine twisted, popping, and there was the crack of bones. It took more than a few tries to do it fast and smooth, the pain the blip of a moment instead of the screaming transformation of several seconds. But then Tony was human again, naked and gasping in his lap.

Bucky gathered him in his arms and cradled him. “You stupid idiot,” he said, voice too fond. “You shouldn’t have done this to yourself.”

“Curious. Had to see what all the fuss was about. Kill the cat, so to speak,” Tony mumbled into Bucky’s chest.

“You fucking stupid idiot.” Bucky sighed. “You’re not supposed to be the cat. How you didn’t die -”

“’M brilliant.” Tony nuzzled into Bucky’s skin. “And now I’m pack. Right?” Tony pulled back, alarmed. “I’m pack now?”

“You always were.” Bucky kissed him, hard and desperate. “You right fucker, you were. And you are.”

Bucky clutched Tony, laying claim to Tony’s skin with his hands. His mouth watered with the urge to bite, to leave bruises on Tony’s flesh that told the tale of where he’d been. Mine.

“Tell me we’re doing that again.” Tony kissed a line on Bucky's jaw. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

Bucky possessed Tony’s mouth, using his tongue to own every inch. He couldn’t wait to show Tony how capable a long, agile wolf tongue was. What strength and speed and ferocity came with the lupine serum, with chases and fights and fucks. 

“Should have time for a few rounds before Steve comes back.”

Tony groaned, hiding his face in Bucky’s neck. “He’s going to kill me.”

Bucky patted Tony’s back, running a hand down Tony’s spine until he hit his dried come right above Tony’s ass. He licked his lips.

“He’s going to kill us both,” Bucky admitted, and let his hand continue down until he palmed Tony’s firm, full cheeks. “So we better enjoy it while we can.”

[hollandsmushroom]

Hold My Sea Glass Please

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 1775

Summary: Beach day with Luke leads to a competition and car sex

Warnings: Smut, oral, unprotected sex

A/N: The beginning was inspired by the fact that a blog I love didn’t know what beach combing was and it hurt my heart.

Your feet sunk into the sand, your shoes long forgotten as Luke held them in his hand. Your hair was being ruffled lightly by the wind as you ventured along the shore that was barren of anyone else, the salt water lapped softly over your feet as you walked. Your stroll coming to an abrupt stop as a small green object washed up at your toes, bending down to examine it further you found it to be a piece of sea-glass, a long ago broken bottle that had its edges ravaged by the waves and sand, smoothing the sharpness to create something capable of being held without danger.

“What have you got there?” Luke queried from next to you

“A piece of sea-glass!” you responded, the excitement evident in your voice as you unfurled your fist to him, revealing the glass fragment.

“Woah, thats really pretty,” he reached out his finger, flipping the glass over in palm, “But I bet I can find more sea-glass than you,” his competitive side coming out, he is bound to have one being the youngest of three boys

“Are you challenging me, Hemmings?” you grinned at him

“It seems that way, doesn’t it, Y/l/n?” he replied before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, both of your lips slightly chapped from the salty air but he didn’t seem to mind as he kitten licked at your bottom lip, asking for an entrance which you happily granted him. You stayed this way for what seemed like hours but must have only been a couple minutes, lips locked as the sun shone behind you, the water still pooling in your past footprints, that was, until it came to an abrupt stop and he pulled away, jogging down the beach, his eyes glued to the sand, examining it for any glass. You stood there, stunned at the sudden end to your intimate moment before snapping out of it, looking at Luke who had put some distance between the two of you down the beach.

You chose a different approach, bending down, admiring the sand in much detail, spotting a dusty white fragment slightly buried in the sand, reaching out and grasping it in your fingertips, rolling it back into your palm to begin your stash.

You continued this way, growing your collection of sea glass in your palm until you met Luke at the end of the shore. Jogging up to him, you opened your hands, revealing the many pieces of treasure that you had found along the sand.

“Oh, you got more than me,” he cried in defeat

“Ha, I knew I would,” you laughed, dumping your finds into his hand as you waled further into the water, hiking up your pants so hey wouldn’t get wet. The fistfuls of fabric soon became tight around your thighs and you were having to jump to avoid the waves dampening the fabric of your pants.

“Y/n, come on out of there, if you want to go swimming you can wear my shirt,” Luke hollered from the shore, having removed his undershirt already, his white button down hanging open exposing his pale chest, you waded out of the water.

“Luke, I am going to need to change and we are in public,” you whined, even though the beach was empty you were still worried, reaching out for his shirt with your slightly wet hands.

“Here, I have an idea,” Luke stood in front of you, removing his button down, pulling you close to him and holding his shirt on the other side forming a sort of human shirt changing area. “There you go, you can change now,” you shimmied your pants down your legs, leaving you bare on your bottom half, you then removed you shirt and bra, leaving you entirely naked and Luke couldn’t help but admire your body, and just how gorgeous it was. You slipped Luke’s shirt over your head, now covered with the foreign fabric of your boyfriends shirt. You slipped under Luke’s arm running into the water, the wetness immediately sticking to your skin making it see through, making your previous efforts of hiding your body entirely worthless.

You ran through the waves for a while until the heat of the sun and the salt of the waves got to you, draining your veins of any energy you had had earlier, slowly making your way back to shore and into the arms of your boyfriend who was waiting patiently, his button down still hanging open.

“Did you have fun, my love?” Luke queried as you entered his embrace, he kissed your temple

“Yes I did, but now I want to spend time with you, my love,” you laced your fingers with his, walking towards the car. As you reached for the passenger side door of the car but Luke reached out to stop you,

“Nu uh, we aren’t going home quite yet, can’t wait that long?”

“Wait for what?” your voice portrayed the surprise you felt but he didn’t respond, he simply smashed his lips to yours with lustful fury, pressing you up against the car, his hands next to your head as you ground your hips into his, an immediate change in your demeanor in reaction to his feverish lips against yours.

His hand left the side of your head, moving down to open the back seat door, he leaned down, hooking his hands underneath your thighs lifting you up and setting you down in the car, he pushed you down onto the seat with his lips, getting in over top of you and pulling the door closed behind you.

“I’ve needed you since you changed while pressed up against my chest,” he mumbled, pulling away from your lips, barely opening his eyes to meet your gaze

“Luke, that was an hour and a half ago, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because were having so much fun, and I also didn’t mind the view of the love of my life running through the waves, their body showing through the see through fabric,” he groaned, remembering the image of you, your nipples poking out and showing through the thin cotton and the smile of glee on your face. He was getting even more hard at the recent memory.

“Hey, stop remembering it, you got me right here in your arms now, you can get what you have clearly been wanting for quite a while,” you slid your hand down his chest, gripping his hard on through his pants with one hand and with the other you pressed against his chest, slipping out from underneath him and onto your knees on the floor of the car.

“Wh-what are you doing?” it was his turn to act shocked

“I think you know exactly what I am doing,” you smirked up at him, slowly pulling down the zipper of his pants, hooking your fingers into his waistband, shimmying them down his legs, leaving them bunched at his ankles and in nothing but his boxers and unbuttoned shirt. You reached your hand into his briefs pulling out his painfully hard cock.

He moaned at the feeling of the cold air against his sensitive skin, you leaned in and ran your tongue along the underside of his cock and once it reached the tip you swirled it around the heated skin, gathering the pre cum on your tongue, appreciating the salty taste.

You gagged slightly while taking him into your mouth, the feeling causing a moan to rip from the back of his throat. You pumped what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, fondling his balls with your free hand, you could feel him getting closer to the edge, his hands were running through your hair and gripping into your scalp. You could feel that he was getting closer by the way his cock twitching deep inside of you.

“Baby, bab-baby, I-I’m close,” he groaned from deep with in his chest “S-stop, baby, stop,” he used his grip on your hair to pull you away from him. You used the back of your hand to wipe the excess saliva that had built up around your mouth.

“Why’d you make me stop?” you panted as you climbed up so you were straddling his legs.

“Because I wanted to do this,” he responded, pulling you tight into his chest, reaching between you and gripping his cock, lining it up at your entrance, before looking you in the eye.

“You wet enough?” he asked assuring that he wouldn’t hurt you

“How could I not be with the noise you were just making,” he blushed at your words before loosening his grip on your hips letting you slide down, welcoming the stretch the feeling of sheathing his cock fully gave you.

You started to rotate your hips, your clit coming in contact with the pubic hair that graced the skin just above his shaft, welcoming the unfarmiliar roughness of the hair, the feeling pulling a building orgasm out of the pit of your stomach. Speeding up the movement of your of your hips, the sound of skin slapping agaisnt skin filled to car, reaching a hand out and bracing it against the foggy window, leaving a handprint in the condensation that had built up on the glass.

“I am so close baby,” you moaned burying your face into the crook of his neck, sucking on the skin harshly, creating a mark on the tender skin, your nails digging into the tender flesh on his shoulders.

“So am I baby, on 3,” he reached a hand down and rubbed your clit harshly pulling you to the edge, “1…2…3,” as three left his mouth you both collapsed into your orgasms him shooting his load deep inside of you, dragging it out with the soft movements of your hips. You rolled off of him and pulled his still damp shirt down over top of your thighs.

“That was amazing,” he panted out while pulling his pants up his thighs and climbing into the front seat, you following closely behind, and as you passed by him you unintentionally shoved your butt in his face which he unabashedly slapped.

You gasped at his brash actions and the sting on your skin when you settled into your seat, quickly wand without hesitation leaning over the center console, pressing your lips to his.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his mouth

“I love you too,” he spoke between pecks against your lips

“I also love the fact that I won out sea glass finding competition,” you grinned as he shifted the car into drive and started your way home.  

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@heartbreak-5sos

[ghostofviperwrites]

Light

Requested by anonymous

Pairing:  Marty Scurll /FC

Category:   Smut

Word Count: 1286

Warnings: smut, language

40.          “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”

Marty Scurll was sick of watching Alexis mooning over Dalton Castle.  She was too busy being hung up on that stupid peacock that she barely noticed him.  Marty had thought she was interested.  She responded well when he flirted with her, always smiled at him when she passed him in the halls.  Yet whenever Dalton was in the vicinity Marty was chopped liver.   His fingers clenched around his coffee cup as he watched her touch Dalton’s arm, laughing loudly at something he said.  

Just as he was about to storm off Alexis looked at him, a mischievous light in her eyes as she trailed her fingers down Dalton’s forearm.   A challenging smirk lifted her lips for a millisecond before her attention fell back to Dalton.  Realizing now what her game was Marty began to plan. 

He was waiting for her that evening when she stepped off the elevator at the hotel.   Pushing up the wall Marty rose to his feet, stalking towards her with decadent intention flashing in his eyes.  

“I see you hanging all over Dalton.  Throwing yourself at him.  Is that what you want?” Marty asked stopping in front of you, his hand reaching to cup her cheek.   “You think he can give you what you need?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”  Alexis teased. 

“He can’t.  He wouldn’t satisfy you for a second.”  Marty growled.  “I know what you need.  “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is. Make you forget all about Dalton fucking Castle.” Marty grabbed her around the waist and hauled her over his shoulder, slapping his hand on her ass as he stalked towards her hotel door taking the key she readily offered him.  As soon as they were through the doorway he was heading towards his target.    

Tossing her on the bed Marty kicked the door shut and began stripping off his clothing.   Eyeing him hungrily Alexis watched as his tight body was revealed trailing her eyes over his chest and down to the promised land.  His cock jutted proudly out from his body and she licked her lips in anticipation.  Locking eyes with him she crawled on all fours to the end of the bed, reaching out to stroke his length with her hand before dipping down to engulf his head with her warm mouth.  Her tongue caressed the mushroom tip, swirling around the head before sliding him further into her mouth.  When Marty’s hand came to a rest on the back of her head she allowed him to take over control. 

Marty knotted his fist in her hair and began thrusting in and out of her mouth as she braced her hands on his hips.  

“That’s right doll, take my cock.”  He said pushing fully into her throat smirking as she gagged around him.   When he pulled out of her mouth she gasped for breath making a pleased smile spread across his lips before he stepped away making Alexis whimper in protest. 

“Don’t you worry princess.  I’m not taking it away from you.”   Marty chuckled.  “Get on your back, head over the edge.”  He commanded, watching as Alexis hurried into the requested position.  Marty stepped back into place sliding his dick into her waiting mouth and relentlessly ramming down her throat as Alexis struggled to breath. 

“You look so good choking on my dick.”  Marty panted as he thrust.  “I’m gonna wreck you.”  He promised before pulling out of her throat.  “Get naked.”  He commanded stepping back to allow her to sit up.  Alexis quickly shimmied out of her skirt, her top and bra quickly following, leaving her in just her little thong panties. 

With a growl he yanked her to him with that little scrap of lace, pulling it up between her pussy lips and making it rub against her clit.  Pulling her to her feet, he held her against him so she was forced to stand on her tippie toes as he masturbated her with the cloth of her panties, her pupils blown wide with pleasure as she stared up at him.  He brought her to the edge with nothing but a pair of panties and Alexis was groaning and grinding, her nails digging into his shoulders when Marty abruptly pushed her away. 

“Get those off and get on all fours.”  He said watching her obey.   Marty was a dominant man in the bedroom and he liked the fact that she was so hot for him she was behaving and following orders.  But, he was also looking forward to the times when she was going to push back and fight him.  It was no fun when the girl was always jumping to please you, and he had a feeling that submissive wasn’t a permanent setting for Alexis.  Which suited him just fine.  All he knew was that he wasn’t going to be satisfied with this being a one-time thing.

He stood silently eyeing the beautiful sight before him.  Pale skin exposed for his view, firm ass and pretty pink pussy on full display for him.  His fingers reached out and grabbed the little diamond ring dangling from her clit and pulled it teasingly as he climbed onto the bed, settling himself on his knees behind her.  His fingers kept stroking and teasing her folds, alternating pulling on her ring and dipping inside her dripping hole.

“Jesus Marty!  Stop teasing me and fuck me already!”  She growled impatiently making his movements pause.  She yelped when his hand smacked hard on her ass. 

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to.”  He snapped giving her clit a firm flick making her hiss at the bite of pain.    And fuck if the glare she tossed over her shoulder didn’t make his dick even harder.

Holding her gaze he purposefully rubbed her clit, circling the bundle of nerves with his finger while sliding his thumb inside her.  He kept up these movements for several minutes, bringing her to the edge and backing off, never giving her quite enough to get her off.  When he was finally ready, he sunk his cock into her without warning, thrusting into her in a fell swoop that stretched her painfully.  Alexis gasped, squeezing her eyes shut at the intrusion and pressing her face into the comforter as Marty thrust at breakneck speed not giving her any opportunity to adjust to his girth. 

Alexis moaned into the mattress as heat spread through her body, fire building with Marty’s movements.  Goddamn did this man know how to fuck.  She pressed her hips back in time with his thrusts, the sounds of skin slapping together echoing through the small bedroom.    Her hands clenched the comforter to hold herself in place against his brutal fucking.   Marty’s hand made its way to her hair and yanked her up by it until her back was flush against his chest, the new angle sending sensations of pleasure through her body compounded when his fingers began playing with her clit.  He finally gave her what she had been waiting for, not stopping her from falling over the edge, keeping the pressure up instead of teasing her as she came with a scream, her walls clenching around his cock making him shoot his load into her.  

Collapsing next to Alexis, Marty drew in a ragged breath as he pulled her to his side.  Alexis rested her head on his chest, her hand on his stomach tracing idle circles as they basked in the afterglow. 

“So what now?”  Alexis asked quietly.  

“Now?”  Marty asked.  “Now you’re mine sweetheart and I don’t intend to let you go.” 

[downeyhoe]

He’s an idiot, but a handsome idiot. That’s the first thing you learn about him when he bumps into you and you can feel his fingers slip into your pocket to grab the cash you’d just stowed in there.

“Sorry,” he says with a mischievous smile and a playful twinkle in his eye. He thinks you didn’t notice the way he subtly brushed against you to steal your money.

You just stare at him with an arched eyebrow as he turns to keep walking. His hair is messy and chaotic like it hasn’t seen a comb in well over a year, but it gives him a kind of innocent charm despite knowing that he’s not at all innocent.

You watch as he approaches the bar, perches himself on a stool, and orders himself a drink with the fifty bucks he just stole from you. When the bartender sets it down, you walk over and snatch it off the polished wood before the thieving idiot even realizes what’s happening. You toss back the shot of whiskey easily and set the glass back down. The familiar burn makes its way down your throat as he gapes at you.

“What the fuck?”

“I thought that was mine seeing as you paid for it with the money you just stole from me,“ you challenge, holding your hand out for the change the bartender had given him. Never mind that you’d snatched the very same money off an angry stock broker as he collided with you on the street just outside.

He feigns innocence, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But he hands over the cash anyways. Really, not the brightest. The icing on the cake is that the tag of his navy blue t-shirt is sticking out so you reach over and tuck it in.

He purses his lips and stares at you with a smile that tells you he knows you find him attractive. He may be stupid, but he has a roguish, endearing quality about him that you can’t help but be drawn to.

“You gonna buy me a drink? Since you just took my money…” he taps his fingers on the bar top and quirks his lips in a crooked smile. Despite your irritation at being pick pocketed, you decide to throw him a bone, knowing you’ll regret it later.

You buy him a drink. Then two, then three, and after he tells you he saw you steal the money from the rude stock broker, you think he might not be so stupid after all. Then he suggests going back to his place for another drink and you’re powerless to resist him. That’s when you find yourself stripping him out of his hoodie and his annoying t-shirt with the perpetually displaced tag while he helps you shimmy out of your jeans.

His apartment is neater than you would’ve expected from someone who looks so disheveled, but then you think that might just be part of his charm. As you peer around the room, you grow immediately distracted when he pulls you down on top of him to straddle him while his lips mark your neck. His lips are hot and insistent on your skin and you’re ready to throw every assumption you made about him out of the window because of the way he has you melting against him in seconds.

Clad in just your bra and panties –– when had he removed your tank top? –– you can feel his straining erection in his jeans. He plays with the hem of your underwear as he presses you onto him, and when his teeth scrape against your pulse, he shoves them aside and rubs your clit with two precise fingers.

You gasp and grab his hair. It’s somehow gotten messier that it already was, but you definitely don’t care about that right now. Not when he’s sending waves of pleasure through your body with each stroke of your clit. “Harry…”

He growls into your neck and his other hand reaches back to unclasp your bra. It falls away easily, but you’re more frustrated with the fact that he still has his pants on. He slips a finger into you, successfully derailing your annoyance and making you keen on top of him with a soft whimper. Twisting and curling it as he pumps into you slowly, he adds a second one, your entire body ready to snap as uses his thumb on your clit. Then his mouth closes over your breast and his teeth take your nipple and you think this might be the most turned on you’ve ever been. As he fingers you slowly and then a little bit faster, you notice a few streaks of silver in his hair that you hadn’t spotted before. Distracted, you tug gently on his hair.

That makes him separate from your neck and he grins up at you with an impish glimmer in his eyes.

“Are you too drunk for this?”

You shake your head, “Are you?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Harry pulls his fingers from you and you protest when he makes you stand. But then he’s stripping you out of your panties and kissing your hip as he slips them down your thighs.

He runs his hands up and down the backs of your thighs as he continues placing soft kisses along your hips and tummy. Your fingers tighten in his hair when he goes lower and he just jerks back, “Ow.”

“Keep going,” you plead, loosening your grip on him and shivering when he drags his tongue along your clit.

“That hurt.”

“Hush.”

He lifts your leg up to rest on the couch as he leans forward to tease you with his tongue. His hands massage your ass and pull you toward him until he’s repeatedly flicking against your clit and sucking it through his teeth with starling accuracy.

When your legs begin to shake and it gets harder to stand, you tug on his hair again to pull him away. He gives you a curious look before you lean down to undo his pants. He seems relieved once they’re off and his erection is standing at full attention in front of you. With a gentle shove, you push him to lie on his back along the couch and straddle him once again.

You reach down to stroke him slowly and take pleasure in the way his head falls onto the cushions and the moan that escapes from deep in his chest. He’s thick and heavy in your hand and you’re not expecting his sheer size. It slows your movements for a split second before you palm him from root to tip. He makes the most inhuman noise.

“Jesus...”

His fingers dig into your hips and you decide he’s probably had enough and you’re not particularly wiling to wait any longer either. You position him at you soaked opening and slowly slide onto him. Your moans mix with his when you take him all the way, his cock stretching you just on the border of painful.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, honey...”

You tilt your hips just slightly and you both whimper. Suddenly, not moving is no longer an option and with his help, you being lifting yourself and sinking back onto him slowly. Every inch of him fills you up and sends waves of pleasure through your entire body, making your limbs tingle eagerly.

He reaches up to massage your breasts, first teasing one and then migrating to the other. Ripples of desire shoot up your spine when his thumb circles your nipple and he cants his hips upward. The sudden thrust sends you toppling down on top of him.

“Do that again,” you demand, moving your hands of rest over his where they’re positioned on your hips.

“I didn’t hear a please,” he grunts, thrusting again despite his words.

“Don’t stop...” you whimper. The angle of his cock makes every nerve in your body light up and when he starts fucking you hard and fast, all you can do his hang onto his wrists and close your eyes tightly as you bury your face in his neck.

“You’re a bad girl... stealing people’s money. Fucking a total stranger,” he breathes into her hair. “That’s it, honey, right there.”

His silky voice and his cock driving deep inside you sends you straight over the edge and you dig your nails into his hands with a cry into his neck. He doesn’t slow down or stop as waves of pleasure consume you and soon you’re coming again.

“Fuck... you’re gonna make me come,” he grunts, still pistoning his hips rapidly and pushing himself deeper and deeper until he fills you up all the way. After several more hard thrusts, he spills his release into you and keeps a tight hold on your waist as he finishes himself off. Another small orgasm rocks through you and you both shudder and moan with the force of your combined climaxes.

As the two of you lay motionless on his couch to level your breathing, he kisses the top of your head and gives your hips a firm squeeze.

“We should do that again,” he suggests. You lift your head to look at him with a devious grin, “You know, like... later.”

You give him a kiss and climb off of him, pulling on your panties and zipping his hoodie up around yourself, “We’ll see.”

You slink toward his bedroom and stuff your hands in the pockets of his hoodie only to find the wad of cash that had been changing hands between the two of you all night. You grin and think that you absolutely will do it again later.

[snipsxvoid]

empty seasons

part two

Prompt: Day 1:  "Smoke hung so thick in the library's rafters that she could read words in it."

Celtie climbed the bookshelves, knocking loose a few books in the process. She cringed as they thumped to the floor and echoed around the large room. If she could just get this one book off the very top shelf, she'd be free of her English teacher's hounding. The teen had been hunting for this one book for months. Her teacher told her that if she could find it, he'd sign off on it for her summer reading. That was back in January and it was two weeks from May as she climbed the shelves.

It would be just her luck that the librarian's gorgeous teaching assistant would be off today for personal matters. More than eye candy, the attractive college student was taller than old Mrs. Jacobson or her niece Ms. Ball and had twice the reach. It didn't help matters that Celtie was only 5'2" and the two librarians were a combined 3 inches taller than her. Jasper, or rather, Mr. Jasper on the other hand was over 6 foot tall and quite the college football player if Celtie's old brother's stories were of any consequence.

So without Mr. Jasper or Ms. Ball's height advantages, Celtie was left to fend for herself. And that wasn't much help to her now. She'd tried standing on a chair to reach but no chair in the entire building would have been tall enough for her to reach the top shelf. Add to that, the ever ticking clock until summer and, more important than that, the closing of the library. Left with no other choice, the brunette was forced to climb the shelves as carefully as she could.

Finally grasping onto the worn noble, Celtie was now faced with the difficulty of getting back down. The petite teen was worn out from her impromptu climb in the library and didn't see a reason to clamber back down so soon. So instead, she climbed a little higher until she was able to sit on top of the bookshelf line. Delicately, she sprawled herself along the line of shelving to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered shut in the quiet dusty ceilings of the library. Silently she planned out her trip down the shelves but made no move to take it....

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Several hours later, Celtie awoke to find herself in a smoky, darkened library. Panic washed over her as she took in her now unrecognizable surroundings. Confused and half-asleep, Celtie shot up, teetering on the edge of falling as she tried to make sense of the world around her. The novel in her grasp slipped ever so slightly, reminding her of her reason for even being in this now terrifying place in the first place. Unsure what to do, the brunette pulled herself to her feet, a challenge due to her distance from the ground and the wooden rafters above her head.

Carefully, she grabbed onto the lowest hanging beam and used the adrenaline coursing through her veins to heft herself up onto the beam and higher into the rafters. The smoke was thicker the higher she climbed but the awful sulfuric smell faded the higher she was. Once she'd reached the peak of the library's ceiling, she bolstered herself on the beam, feet wedged between the intersections of the two wooden posts. She waited for the air to clear but smoke hung so thick in the library's rafters that she could read words in it. Beyond that, the smell was shifting from rancid eggs to sweet lavender, vanilla and jasmine. Celtie found herself lured by the entracing scent as it wafted up through the thick, blackened smoke to her nose. Her heart kept wanting her to follow that beautiful scent right to its source but her good sense rooted her feet where they were.

After several minutes that felt to Celtie more like hours of wanting and waiting, the smoke began to dissipate, fading right before her stunned eyes. Terror and curiosity drifted over her like a thick veil. Once the smoke was completely gone and the sudden sound of footsteps across the tile entranceway faded out of existence right out the door, Celtie slowly worked her way down from the rafters and onto the upper balcony where she thanked any deity that had a hand in saving her life, before she rushed for the stairs.

On the ground floor, she hurried to her bag and laptop. Packing everything away as quickly and efficiently as she could, Celtie held tight to the book she'd been hunting for. With no one left to help her check it out, she made her way to the exit. That was when she heard the sound of expensive shoes on the old tiled floors. Shocked and more than a little shaken from her previous experience, Celtie ducked behind a line of shelves and held her breath.

The footsteps grew closer and before she knew what was happening, Mr. Jasper walked over to Mrs. Jacobson's desk and started pawing around her things. Knick knacks, pictures of her grandchildren, artworks made by her children when they were still that, stuffed animals that students had gifted her over the years, and every single one of her papers. There wasn't a thing in or on the kind old woman's desk that he hadn' put his hands on. And Celtie just could not figure out why.

Perhaps he was one of those Strangling the adults of Hillford were always talking about. The question was: what kind of Strangling was Mr. Jasper? Was he a werewolf? A vampire? A witch? Or one of those rotten demon things that her father was always warning against? She figured this would probably be how she found out. Not that she was particularly thrilled about it. In fact, Celtie would rather run while he was distracted than find out what he was.

That's when she smelled it again, that entrancing lavender-y scent she'd been so drawn to before. Then terror struck her. Was this how she'd die? In a library? With some sort of Strangling? He was probably out for blood. Or childrens' hearts to put on his mantelpiece. The horrors knew no bounds and Celtie was scarce to learn just what he might do with her if she were caught. So she slithered, as much as her textbook laden backpack would let her, between the shelves so that she was closer to the exit. There she froze for a moment, watching the Strangling closely for any sign that he might have seen movement. When he didn't stop his searching of Mrs. Jacobson's desk, Celtie shimmied her way into an old, empty cabinet right next to the door. There she waited for the Strangling's next step.

When Mr. Jasper finally relinquished his search of Mrs. Jacobson's desk, he drifted over to a large cauldron of smoke that the teenager hadn't noticed before. He stirred the smoke several times before he reached into his nearby bag. From it he pulled a mason jar and it's lids. He carefully scooped the thick, smoking concoction from the pot and into the jar. The jar full and the concoction bubbling slowly in it's new container, Jasper held the jar over the cauldron and sealed the lids tight to the glass. Once sealed, he waved a hand over the pot and the smoke was gone in an instant. With a snap of his fingers, the cauldron was gone too. Mr. Jasper stuffed the mason jar in his bag and trotted off toward the exit.

The sound of the doors clicking shut was Celite's cue to get the hell out of there. She was going to have to tell her father about this and perhaps he might give her some advice. Carefully sneaking through the halls, Celtie made her way out of the library and out into the chilly night. Gripping her book tight to her chest, she hurried on her way home. Upon arriving there, she told her father all about the witch at the library and the potion he was likely brewing there after hours. He gave her some tips to help ward him off and suggested that she never return to that library ever again. The night had been so wild that Celtie forgot all about the library book she's all but stolen. As she was tucking into bed that night the book caught her attention from its place on her desk. She was smart enough to know that Mr. Ryan would know it was a library book if she kept the tags on it. So, she silently peeled off all the stickers and carefully removed the card holder from the cover page without damaging the paper. Once she was finished, she vowed never to tell anyone about her theft of the worn copy of Oliver Twist.

Fin.

[storyweaver2017]

Same Time Tomorrow

I spent most of my free afternoons running through the park. Still, the idea of a jog as a first date sounded a bit odd to me. When Will suggested it, I paused, baffled.

“Afraid you can’t keep up with me?” he teased with a glowing smile. He was leaning against the row of lockers at school, arms hanging loose at his sides with his head angled toward me. I noticed how the deep blue color of the lockers complimented his fair skin and pale blue eyes. My stomach did a little flip at his easy grin, but my temper flared at his challenge. I’d taken the bait, as he’d known I would. I was a bit of a hot head and he knew it. 

“You’re so on,” I said, closing my locker and grabbing my bag from the floor. We walked out through the royal blue double doors at the front of the school, and Will followed me across the nearly empty parking lot. Many of our classmates had high-tailed it out of there seconds after the final bell. Not surprising, considering it was a Friday and the weather was nice. Will’s big silver jeep was back inside, but he tailed me to the sidewalk. 

He paused by the wire fence.“So we’re on for this weekend?”

I adjusted the strap on my shoulder. “I normally run Saturday afternoons through the park. Does that work for you?” 

“Perfect.” He tweaked the end of my ponytail. “See you then, Jasmine.” As I watched him jog back towards his car, a smirk found its way to my face. Nice butt.

I started walking home. It was warm and slightly humid, and my bag weighed me down with all the work I had to do this weekend, but I was used to it. I wanted to study pre-med in school, so I was taking extra classes my senior year. It was partially why I loved running. It let me unleash all the pent up energy from having to cram all the time for exams. I was going to be busy this weekend, but I didn’t mind sparing an hour to meet Will. I always ran, and the trail through the park wasn’t long, less than two miles, and we were both avid runners. 

I got home and immediately started on my homework. I wanted to kick back and relax tonight before my shift in the morning. That was another stress pool altogether. I waitressed at a diner down the street, and morning rush was always killer, but the tips made up for it. That was another reason I needed my runs in the afternoon. Frustration. 

Surprisingly, my homework didn’t consume my entire night, so I changed into cozy pajamas, ordered a pizza for myself, and lounged in bed to binge-watch Grey’s Anatomy. Halfway through my third or fourth episode, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I begrudgingly paused the show and stretched to pick up my cell. My irritation melted away when I saw Will’s name. I swiped and opened the text: 

Meet me at the park entrance tomorrow around 4 p.m. Cool? 

I smiled and typed a response.

Cool:)

I went to sleep with a smile on my face. 

❈

The next morning was a nightmare. With two call outs, I had double the amount of tables than usual, and the chef on call wasn’t nearly as good as the one who normally worked on the weekends. Needless to say, I was ready to run.

I met Will at the park entrance. He was wearing his jogging shorts and a fitted, short-sleeved shirt that showed off his muscles. The sight definitely helped my mood.

“Hey,” he said, smiling as he handed me a water bottle. Despite the heat, there was an occasional breeze. His dark brown hair was ruffled and his cheeks were slightly wind kissed, making his dimples stand out even more. Was he always this cute? 

“How long have you been here?” I asked as I took the proffered bottle. Condensation had already started to collect on the plastic, coating my fingers. I swiped my hand along the back of my neck to cool my skin. It was humid and, even though I only wore workout leggings and a tank top, I was already sweating just from the walk. “It’s crazy hot out here,” I said, uncapping the bottle.

“It’s not too bad.” Will shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, but even he had started to sweat. He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, then guzzled a few ounces of water. He gestured for me to follow him with a tilt of his head. “Come on, let’s stretch.” 

My eyebrows puckered as I sipped my water. I never stretched before a run this short. I never needed it. The brisk walk from the diner was all I needed to warm my muscles and I was so ready to run. I couldn’t wait to feel the wind against my face, especially because I was starting to get really hot.

Will glanced over his shoulder at me with a questioning look. I took a final sip of my water and followed as he led us to a small patch of grass where we set our stuff down. Runners didn’t carry too much, but I did have my watch, which tracked my speed and calories, my car keys, and the water bottle.

After we spent a good five minutes stretching, he took the water bottle from me and walked quickly to his jeep. I snapped my watch into place on my wrist, stuck my car key into my GoKey bracelet, and looked up to see him jogging over. 

“Ready?” he asked. 

I wanted to scream HELL YES, but I simply nodded, and we started off at an easy run. The trail was man-made, a sort of habitation project for the local environmentalists. Two years ago, this was mostly concrete and fencing, but they’d transformed it. You were mere feet away from the city, with its busy streets and loud cars, and still, it was like you were miles away. The trees formed a canopy overhead, making you feel like you were cocooned in their silky foliage. The soft dirt and debris beneath my feet cushioned each stride, minimizing the impact to my knees. The world faded around me and I just ran.

For longer runs, I usually began with a light jog, then worked my way up to about an eight-minute mile before easing back down. I ran everyday, and could run a six-minute mile but, as this was a date, I figured I’d go easy on him. To my content, he set a good pace, and for the first half mile, I kept up with him easily. Soon, I ran a little faster, overtaking him just an inch or so. Despite my exertion, I smiled. I loved the feel of my muscles flexing to carry me across the cement. I loved the slight burn I got from running up the hills and the stretch as I really started to pick up speed. Will was right behind me the whole time. His posture and lack of heavy breathing told me he could have easily overtaken me, so I decided it was time to make him work for it. I jacked up my pace, and he jacked up his. I started sprinting, and so did he. 

My breathing was becoming more labored, but I kept my pace just in front of Will. It was hotter than usual, so there were fewer people out, and I didn’t have to worry about barreling into someone. The wind blew past me and whistled in my ears. I felt it chafe against my cheeks and knew that if I could see them, they would be flushed. I felt his presence and knew he was right behind me, and before I knew it, he was beside me and quickly gaining the lead. I huffed at the exertion and pushed my legs faster than before. 

We reached the end, and he was still ahead of me by about a foot. I leaned over, bracing my palms on my knees, my chest heaving. Will was the same way, but he seemed to recover faster. I still had my head down when he spoke.

“You okay?” he asked sincerely. 

“Sure. Just let me catch my breath,” I huffed and started pacing to calm my heart rate. My hands on my hips, chest opened up, my breathing began to slow. Sweat trickled from my brow and down my neck, but I relished in it. I checked my watch to see my speed. Not my best, but not far from it either. I was focused on the numbers when Will spoke.

“Are you too tired, or can you go for a little hike?”

I threw him a puzzled look. “A hike where?”

“Just through the fence, up the hill.” He pointed towards the break of trees behind him. The path ended, but you could see a small outlet. I looked sidelong at him, but he just smiled. “It’ll be safe, I promise.”

I pursed my lips. It was getting late, how safe could a hike be in the dark?

Will stepped closer. “I want to show you something. Please?” He looked so hopeful that I couldn’t say no. We walked toward the outlet and shimmied through the twigs. The path was much more narrow than I thought, but it was manageable. Though some places, we had to crawl under low branches or fallen trees. Will took my hand to help me over a large trunk and kept it for the rest of the way. 

“Almost there,” he said. But I was too focused on his hand, warm around mine. Soon I heard the sound of running water, and when we emerged from the cover of the trees, my breath caught in my throat. Moss covered the ground on which we stood, climbing up the sides of the cliffs that surrounded us. A shimmering waterfall descended from the top, flowing into a gorgeous cobalt pool so dark it looked like melted obsidian. The setting sun shown just over the ridge behind us, shining over the waterfall and making it look like glittering diamonds falling into the water below. It was utterly breathtaking. 

“You like it?” Will squeezed my hand. I’d forgotten he was holding it.  

“It’s beautiful.” I turned to smile at him and he was staring at me. More like gazing. I felt a blush reddening my cheeks and hid it by looking at the waterfall. 

Will gave my hand a slight tug. “Come on. It’s getting late and we need the light to get back.” Reluctantly, I followed him back the way we came. I could have stayed there all night. 

“How did you find this place?” I asked.

Will still held my hand, but the path was only big enough for one body at a time, so he talked facing forward. “My dad and I used to hike all the time. We moved a lot when I was younger and that was what we did when he was home.”

“When he was home?” 

He paused before answering. “He was in the military. When he was on leave, we would hike every weekend.”

The tension in the air suddenly got very thick, and we walked the rest of the way in silence. Once we were walking through the park, Will broke the awkwardness. 

“I could go for some ice cream, how about you?” 

“Sure, sounds great.” 

Just outside the park was a quaint little ice cream shop, and we started heading toward it, stopping by his car for a quick drink of water. We walked in, basking in the AC, and approached the counter. I chose cake batter with rainbow sprinkles on a cone, and Will chose rocky road. We walked outside, our treats melting in the summer heat. I quickly licked the sides of my ice cream where it was running down the side. Will laughed and I elbowed him in the ribs. 

“How is it?” he asked, gesturing with his own cone.

“Delish!” I took a big bite of my ice cream and felt my mouth grow numb. “Oh,” I laughed, swiping my tongue over my lips. “It made my lip numb.”  

Will didn’t laugh. He just leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to mine. I let my eyes close and didn’t open them until Will stepped back. 

“Better?” he asked.

I met his gaze with a smile on my face. “Yea, better.” I felt the blush on my cheeks and looked down. We walked towards our cars, finishing our ice cream on the way. Will walked me to my Ford Explorer, opening my door and letting me climb in. He left the door open and leaned against the side. I turned in my seat, letting my legs dangle outside of the car.

“Thanks for meeting me today,” Will said.

“Thank you. I had a really nice time.” 

Will tweaked the end of my ponytail again. “I want to show you something else. Will you meet me here tomorrow?”

I hesitated. I wanted to say yes, but my studies were important to me, and I needed to focus on them. 

“Please?” Will angled his head toward me, his lower lip slightly pouting out.

I bit my lip, but I couldn’t keep from smiling at the look of hope on his face. “I’ll meet you tomorrow.”

He gave me a lopsided grin, and when he started to lean toward me, I hopped out of the car and pecked him on the lips, giggling at the look of surprise on his face. I jumped back in the car and he softly shut my door. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked. 

“Same time tomorrow.”

AN: Hey guys! So this is an idea I’ve had in my head for a long time now and it kept nagging at me to finish it. I finally did! It’s not quite where I want it to be, but for now, I’m happy with it. Do let me know what you think! Right now, I’m keeping it as a one shot, but if enough of you express interest, I’ll consider making it into a short story or something. Talk soon! Please read and review<3

-Nicole