#convinced ta wanted to be shirtless through out the show

[iwantoceans]

DEAD FRIEND FOREVER II EP 9

[princecharmingwinks]

heres another fail date, emphasis on FAIL. he took me horse riding. i have a healthy respect towards horses as they are sentient beings, sherlock holmes said it best with 'Why would I want anything with a mind of its own bobbing about between my legs?' anyway i'll spare you the set up and hit you with the punch line. the horse galloped straight for the fence, suddenly stopped short, threw me off directly into said fence, and my helmet got stuck in the wire. the worst part? fence was electrified.

Firstly, I am soooo sorry for how long this took me. Life happened and apparently my studies think they are important? Ridiculous really haha. Anyway! Thank you for gifting me another fail date prompt. Had lots of fun with this one. Hope you like it too <3

Setting the scene: established sterek, alive hale family, hales have a farm in their extended family somewhere and Derek spends most holiday breaks there while growing up...enjoy!

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"Remind me again how you convinced me to do this?"

Derek snorted as he continued bridling the horses, "I believe it was around the time I was making breakfast."

"Naked, Derek. You were making me breakfast naked. How am I to be held liable for what I agree to when I've got your glorious ass bending over to find cinnamon for my waffles?"

This time Derek really did laugh. He finished up with the horses and made his way over to Stiles, placing a kiss on his lips.

"It will be fun. And besides, it's the best way to show you everything. Wasn't it you who wanted to see where I grew up?"

"Fine." Stiles huffed. "But only because imagining baby Derek herding cattle is adorable."

Derek smirked, "Imagine what current me looks like."

Images of a shirtless Derek swinging around a rope while on horseback flickered across Stiles' mind. He made a bee-line for the smaller horse without further comment.

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While Stiles didn't love the idea of horseriding, the scenery was making up for it. Both the acres that the Hales had owned and worked for several generations as well as seeing his boyfriend so at peace. Derek was a natural, even with being away from the farm for months. Stiles on the other hand was a city-boy through and through so while he might respect horses, riding one was another story.

He held the reins tightly in his grip and tried to pretend he wasn't freaked out.

"Hey, deep breaths. Horses can smell fear." Derek teased. "I thought you said you liked all animals?"

"I have an appropriate level of respect for horses. But why would I want anything with a mind of its own bobbing about between my legs?"

Derek rolled his eyes, "Come on, Holmes, we're almost back at the house. Dad promised to keep mum as far away from the kitchen as possible so I'm actually looking forward to dinner."

As they neared the homestead, Stiles saw some mini silhouettes crowding onto the front patio. He couldn't make out faces but could already guess who the spectators were.

"Introducing you to the twins was a terrible idea." Derek mused. "I'm starting to think they might like you more than me."

Stiles grinned. Of course he would hit it off with the twins. They were the offspring of Laura, who was practically his partner in crime when teasing Derek.

"That's because they like that I can do this!" Stiles let go on the reins and twirled his fingers in the air.

"Stiles, don't-"

It was too late for Derek's warning. The moment his spark shot out in bursts of mini fireworks from his fingers, the horse bolted.

Stiles yelped and clung on for dear life. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed this wouldn't kill him.

"Pull on the reins, Stiles!" He heard Derek yell somewhere off in the distance.

Right. Stiles wasn't a damsel in distress. He was a human who ran with wolves. He could stop a runaway horse, right?

Without acknowledging his surroundings, Stiles pulled the reins with all his might. In her mercy, the mare did stop. Except the abrupt halt forced Stiles forwards and over the horse. For a moment, he experienced what it was like to fly...and then fall.

Stiles' helmeted head wedged into the wired fence that the horse had suddenly stopped in front of.

Stiles remembered muttering, "Well least things can't get worse." Just before a bolt of electricity shot up his spine.

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When Stiles came to, it was to a ceiling of eyes. Derek's he recognised instantly, before his brain registered the others belonged to the twins. He was lying on the soft grass, thankfully away from the evil fence line.

"That was awesome! Do it again, Stiles!" Nate cheered.

"Yeah, do it again!" Ruby joined in.

"Give it a rest you two troublemakers. Stiles just got himself electrocuted." Derek huffed, shooing them away towards the house before returning his focus to Stiles. "You ok, baby?"

Derek had removed Stiles' helmet and out of the corner of his eye, Stiles saw the blank ink lines tracing up the wolf's arm. So that's why he wasn't in agony. Yay for supernatural boyfriends and their ability to take away pain!

"Told you horseriding was a bad idea." Stiles smiled at his boyfriend's frown, "I'm fine, sourwolf. Just got a bruised pride and possibly tailbone."

Derek kissed his forehead and rubbed his stubbled against Stiles' cheek in a scent-mark.

"Next time no Spark Shows while on a horse, alright?" He said, helping Stiles slowing to his feet.

"There won't be a next time on a horse. Sherlock was on to something." Stiles dusted the grass off his shirt and jeans.

"You sure there's nothing you want bobbing between your legs?" Derek whispered against his earlobe.

A ripple of arousal slithered down Stiles' spine.

"Maybe just one exception."

"Aunty M said if you two don't come inside now, she's gonna eat all your roast beef!" Nate yelled from the patio.

"Ok, pocket that thought for later because there is no way I'm letting Malia eat my hard earned dinner." Stiles grinned, "You'll have to carry me babe to make it in time."

Derek rolled his eyes but understood the seriousness of the situation. His cousin never bluffed about food. He scooped Stiles up and they took off towards the house

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Ta da! Ok so I picked Ruby as a nod of recognition to my favourite headcanon / casting of Laura (Ruby in Once Upon a Time). I know Malia is a cousin but I'm going with the theory that all the next generation call her Aunty M because...why not haha. I have never been electrocuted so please forgive any inaccuracy on that. Hope you weren't too badly injured in the real situation, concussed dragon! As always, thanks for popping in!! <3

[airi-p4]

Love in the sky

I wrote this for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers LBSC Sprint challenge - Meet cute week event and, once again, I got carried away and broke all the rules. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Prompt: Sitting next to each other on the plane.

Summary: Marinette is going to NY on an international flight for the first time. What she doesn’t know is that the one seated next to her is the popular new band Kitty Section’s guitarist: Luka Couffaine.

Thank you @livrever for checking it for me 💙

AO3

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Marinette rushed through the aisle of the plane. She couldn’t believe she almost missed it! her first international trip to the US! Stupid alarm! Of course she was tired. She was so nervous she couldn’t sleep all night… until 5AM… and the plane departed at 10AM… and obviously she had to oversleep. *sigh*

Running, tripping and spinning on her feet, she finally searched for her seat. 38B - aisle seat. Her pink polka dotted suitcase was heavy, but thanks to the cabin attendant she could finally put it inside the overhead bin, while her backpack rested under the seat in front of her. All set, she let her weight fall on the seat at last and let out a deep breath as she fastened her seatbelt.

The doors of the plane closed, and the PA message started: Welcome on board… Security instructions… Marinette wasn’t listening. Her legs were uncontrollably shaking, and her fingers were fidgeting with the laces of her hoodie.

Those nerves and stress couldn’t be healthy.

She examined her surroundings, and, next to her, someone was sleeping. Someone, who appeared to be a young man, with a sleeping eye mask and a face mask on, messy blue hair showing under a knit hat and a blanket covering his body. Overall, it didn't give much more information about her plane's seat neighbor. Not wanting to wake him up, she focused on the rest of the passengers instead. Why were all of them so quiet when she felt her heart could burst out of her chest anytime?

The plane started its runaway and Marinette closed her eyes tightly when it raised from the lane. Once in the air, she started breathing again, but her heart was still beating fast.

"First time on a plane?" a masculine voice beside her asked.

She turned to her side, and looked at the person seated next to her. His eye mask was over his head now, and she could see his blue eyes clearly, while his blue bangs partly covered his eyebrows.

“Y- yes!” she squeaked.

“You’re making me nervous too. Calm down, it’s going to be ok” he assured.

“I- I know!" She said, but her body wasn’t obeying. “I’m sorry...”

The young man sighed. “Look, I’ve been on a plane many times. It’s safe. Why don’t you try to sleep? It’s going to be a long flight.”

“I- I can’t! I’m too nervous! I’ve never traveled alone before, plus my career depends on this trip! I can’t stay calm!”

“Why don’t you try listening to some music, then? It always helps me relax” the young man offered her a sympathetic look.

“Music…?” she blinked. ‘It could work’.

She plugged the earphones and put them in her ears. Then, she scrolled through the music programs on the touch screen in front of her. Classical music? For some reason, it only made it worse. Country music? Not her style. XY? Hell, no. Her eyes stopped at the name of a fairly new band: “Kitty Section”. She played the video called: “Kitty Section's Paris Live Concert”.

“Good choice” the man next to her said when the title started showing on the screen.

Marinette had heard about the band called Kitty Section. They had featured in most of her favorite magazines after they won Eurovision several months ago, but she wasn't familiar with their music. In less than a minute, she was hooked and forgot completely about her surroundings or her nerves.

“Wow!” she mumbled, mesmerized, and the man next to her let out a snicker.

The music was amazing- the rock vibes, their stage presence, the vocalists’ cuteness and high ranged voice, the accurate and insane drums, the gorgeous purple haired bassist… all of them sounded incredible. But the guitarist… the blue haired guitarist was extraordinary- unbelievably good. Not only talented, but also powerful, charismatic and incredibly handsome.

“They’re good, huh?” The man beside her commented and she nodded. She could tell he was smiling under his face mask. She nodded in agreement.

“I had never heard them properly before but damn- they are incredible” Marinette answered, and he laughed. Her fingers tapped rhythmically, following the beat of the song.  “But…" she continued, observing. "I think they could do better. There’s a margin of improvement,” she said with judging eyes.

“Oh, really? How?” The blue-eyed man asked, curious, resting his elbow on the arm rest to get a closer look.

“The costumes,” Marinette pointed out. Then, she reached her backpack under her feet and took out a sketchbook and a pen and started drawing. “The outfits could be improved if they added this, and this” she signaled. “And this-” She kept scribbling while the blue-haired man observed and listened to her suggestions. “And ta-da! Wouldn’t they look even better if they were like this?” She proudly showed him her designs, only to realize she was being embarrassing towards a stranger. “Ah, sorry- I got carried away…” She apologized. But the man took the sketchbook in his hands.

“Let me see,” he said, and she saw how his eyes examined every detail of her drawings. She gulped nervously. It felt like her skills were being tested. But the man took his face mask off and smiled. “Wow, that’s impressive. Fresh, charismatic, unique- and perfectly according to the band's style. I love them" he returned her the sketchbook. "You’re very talented. Are you famous? Do you take commissions?” He asked, and she looked at him speechless.

“I- I’m still a no-one… Is it really impressive?” She looked at him and blushed at the compliment.

“Yes, I think so. What would you do with this outfit?” He asked, showing him a photo of the same band on his smartphone. Her inspiration overflowed as she kept drawing and explaining her ideas. They kept discussing costumes and visual aspects of the band and chatted comfortably for a long time.

"I think Rose should go with something more… daring, bolder. She looks innocent but she's fierce inside. Of course, cuteness is her main trait, so I think she should combine both" she explained, coloring her design with colored pencils. "I think something like this would be perfect for her" she showed him her sketchbook and he was impressed. “As for Juleka-” She continued, turning to a blank page. “She’s so beautiful. I wish she didn’t cover her face so much, even if the mystery look is really attractive too…" She stopped drawing for a moment to admire the bassist on the screen. "Gosh- She's so gorgeous! I wish I was that beautiful” she commented.

“I think you’re even more beautiful than her, you know?” The blue-haired man casually said, and she shyly blushed with a 'no way' frantic arms movements. “What about the guitarist?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smug smile.

“Luka Couffaine? OH LORD SHOW MERCY- Have you seen him? And his eyeliner? It should be ILLEGAL to be this HOT” She said, convinced.

“Hmmm… So you like him, huh?” He teased, his smile widening.

“Who doesn’t, really?” She shrugged. “He’s literally the SEXIEST man alive. His eye contact with the camera could kill! Oh, and whenever he gets shirtless on stage or photoshoots? GOD- I almost get a nosebleed EVERY FREAKING TIME! He's TOO DAMN HOT" She fanned herself at the image. "Don’t you agree?" She asked and he blinked twice. "You like him too, right? You have so many photos of them in your phone! I bet he’s making you question your sexuality too, like he does with all my friends! How could anyone resist those blue eyes and his manly features, his soft looking blue hair and- his tattoos..." She looked away from her seat neighbor's blue piercing eyes, and focused at the smartphone screen again, to a close-up photo of Kitty Section’s guitarist. "How did you get these close-up casual photos...?” she asked, and then she noticed the tattoo on his neck. She looked back and forth at the man seated next to her and the one in the picture. ‘It couldn't be, right…?’ And at that moment, when he had a knowing smile on his face- one she knew too well-, she realized who he was seated next to on the plane. Her eyes opened as big as plates and she overheated. He was smirking amusingly at her reaction. “You- You- You are-? Lu-Lu-Luk- It can’t be…”

He nodded to confirm her suspicions and her jaw fell to the floor. “Hi. I think I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Luka. But I think you already know that. It’s nice to meet you.” He chuckled, straightening his hand for a handshake.

“Oh God, kill me now...” She mumbled, sinking on the table. Luka snickered.

“What’s your name?”

“Ma-Ma-Marinette… I mean- Marinette!” She felt his eyes on her and panicked. “Excuse me- I- I need a moment... This- This is too much- Oh My God...” She stood up and rushed to the end of the plane, not without tripping twice on her way there.

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While Marinette was gone, the two ladies in front of Luka and Marinette’s seats turned to Luka. “Having fun?” They smirked, knowingly. He was chuckling, having real trouble to keep his laugh from escaping.

“Oh, God, Yes. This is so much fun." He wiped the tears that were forming on his eyes. "I think I’ve found our potential new costume designer” he continued laughing under his nose.

“Only that? I think there’s more...” Juleka smirked, and Rose giggled in agreement by her side. He couldn't deny it: his sister was totally right.

Behind Luka's seat, Kitty Section's drummer, Ivan and his girlfriend Mylene had been enjoying the show the blue-eyed pair had been giving. It was definitely more entertaining than any movie. It would have been perfect if they had popcorn to accompany their fortunate first row seats to the hilarious show. They also approved Marinette's designs.

Luka took the chance Marinette wasn't there to freely stand up, go talk to their managers and stretch his legs for a bit.

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Back at the end of the plane, Marinette drank some juice and moved to the bathroom. She was panicking in front of the mirror, talking to herself.

“OH. MY. GOD. I’m seated next to Luka Couffaine! For at least… 5 hours more!? And I just called him hot! And- And- he said I’m beautiful and talented! And- Oh my God, he asked me for commissions, right? This can’t be real- I-" her feet wiggled uncontrollably and she let out a long squeak. "Ahh… Calm down, Marinette! He’s human- A sexy human, but still human! He’s famous but very friendly, kind and nice. And fun! It’s going to be alright. Just- Avoid his eyes. That’s it. It’s dangerous. Don’t fall in love. You’re not a teenager anymore, you’re over that stage, right? Only a few hours more. You can do it. I CAN DO IT!” She convinced herself with a confident nod and returned to her seat, only to find Luka was gone.

She looked for him from her seat, at her surroundings, but he was nowhere to be found. She sighed in both relief and sadness as she seated.

For some reason, she was missing him. Which was stupid, considering they had just met! But his company was certainly enjoyable... And, moreover, it was FUN. More than she ever remembered having. And not only because she was passionate about fashion or music. It had to do with his aura, his personality, his gentle manners- just... Luka.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be back in a moment” A voice said from in front of her. “My brother is stupid, but he’s a decent person. Treat him well” The purple haired lady winked, beside a petit blond lady.

“Jul-!” She covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from yelling her name. “And Rose-!?” 'Oh, no! They might have heard what I said too!' She panicked again and the ladies giggled amused.

“Ignore my sister and her girlfriend” Luka returned, and her face flustered when she noticed how tall and well built he was (not that she didn't know that, but it hit differently in first person). “Can I get back to my seat?” He politely asked, pointing at the window seat.

“Ah-! Yes! Of course!” She stood up so suddenly she tripped and fell on Luka’s chest. She immediately moved away in embarrassment, falling back instead, and Luka had to hold her again to avoid her imminent fall. “I’m sorry!”

“Are you ok?” He asked in concern, and she shyly nodded. Luka reluctantly let go of her and returned to his seat and Marinette settled back to hers.

Wait- Was that a blush on his face?

“Here” Luka offered her an envelope. “I don’t know what your plans in NY are but, here’s a VIP pass to our concert next Sunday. There’s also our contact card inside. I want you to consider the idea of working for us. Your costumes are impressive. We discussed it, and we want you in our team” Marinette had no words- totally speechless. Could she be this lucky? “What do you say?” Luka asked with a hopeful tender smile that made her weak.

“I- I’ll think about it. And- Oh God- I’ll totally be there for your concert” She blushed and Luka smiled kindly at her. Suddenly, she started searching inside her backpack, and took out a business card she offered him. “This is my contact. I- I have a fashion event next Monday. I would love you to come, if you can make it. Send me an email and I’ll get you some passes”

“Wow! That's impressive. I'll try to make it. Thank you, Marinette”

Marinette could hear her heart beating faster. No looking in his eyes, dammit. They kept talking for a while, enjoying their time together until they fell asleep out of exhaustion, Marinette’s head resting on Luka’s shoulder. He woke up earlier than her, but didn’t have the heart to wake her up until lunchtime. She looked like she really needed that rest.

When he left half of his lunch untouched, Marinette scolded him. “You have to eat! You’re too thin! Those abs and arms need consistency! Proteins!” She pointed at a photo of him shirtless and flustered again in embarrassment in realization. “Ah-”

Gosh- it really was fun, Luka thought, chucking. It was hard not to laugh out loud. Everything flowed so naturally it was unbelievable.

Damn. He didn’t want the plane to ever land.

“Marinette” he called, during their coffee time, and she looked back at him, redness still on her cheeks. “The plane will land soon but- Even if you don’t accept our offer… Is it possible for us to meet again? Out of business? Like this?”

Marinette flustered at his implications. “Do- Do you mean-?”

“A date. Would you go on a date with me, Marinette? Or just as friends, if you prefer. I like you, and I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun with anyone else” He took Marinette’s pen and one of his ‘Kitty Section’ contact cards and wrote something behind it. “These are my personal telephone number and email. We'll be in NY until Friday next week. It would make me very happy if you contact me, whenever you prefer, anytime” He said, securing the card in her hands.

Marinette blushed, looked at the card with glowing eyes, and then at his honest loving stare. Was it even possible that the man everyone was gushing about was asking her out? But this had nothing to do with his stage persona. Luka was someone she more than enjoyed spending time with. Naturally, quietly, assuring… She had no doubts about her answer.  

“I want to meet you again, too” she stated, and wrote her personal number under his wristband. “I’m free on Wednesday” she shyly smiled, and his smile widened.

“Wednesday is it, then. I'll manage to find the time. Just for you." He smiled happily and only then she realized how deep she had fallen.

Ah- she hadn't wanted to fall in love. What a way to fail her own determination… But she couldn't complain, not at all.

And he felt the same way.

Luka and Marinette's hands locked together, and they lost themselves in each other’s eyes, smiling at each other.

“Why don’t you kiss her already, dumbass?” Juleka called, and Marinette blushed. “He won’t kiss you if you don’t give him proper permission, you know? He’s very considerate despite his looks. Tell him already”

“Jules… Why don’t you mind your business and make out with Rose instead?” He shushed his sister and Rose giggled, embracing Juleka. Luka returned his attention to Marinette. “Sorry about that”

“It’s ok… I-” She started, looking at his thin lips. “Will you kiss me if I want to? Because I think I do...”

“You do?” he asked, and she shyly nodded and he smiled softly, making her heart flutter.

She closed her eyes and he leaned closer to give her a sweet kiss on her cheek. She pouted a little, in disappointment, but he told her that, if she really wanted to kiss him, that would be the perfect excuse to meet him again and make it more special, like a beautiful lady like her deserved. Marinette understood his reasoning and agreed with it, despite the slight disappointment she felt she would have to wait a few days to get the chance to kiss him. Nevertheless, both of them happily smiled while their fingers remained interlaced, chatting and enjoying their time together the rest of the flight, until the plane landed and they had to unavoidably say their farewells.

“Thank you for everything, Luka. I forgot how scared I was of planes thanks to you and- I’ll see you soon?”

“I really hope so. I still owe you something, right?" He winked and she blushed happily. Luka gave her a final discreet and quick kiss on her knuckles. "Gosh- I miss you already...” He added, and Marinette felt the urge to cry. She dropped her bag to hold him in a needed embrace. He gladly reciprocated her gesture. Despite neither wanting to separate, they forced themselves to. "I hope I see you soon, Marinette"

"Me too, Luka…" she wiped her tears and waved, as the band started walking away.

When the arrivals doors opened and all the camera flashes blinded her, she understood why Kitty Section members always wore sunglasses in airports. They were more popular than she could have expected. She understood why he had refused to kiss her outside of the plane, but he still saluted her before disappearing in the multitude of fans and paparazzis.

On the other side, Sabrina, Audrey Bourgeois’ assistant, waited for her. She had almost forgotten about her own business. But now, she found the motivation she had lacked. If she was willing to be with Luka, she had to become the best. She wanted to make a name of herself, more than ever. And her meeting with Luka certainly boosted her confidence.

Unexpectedly, her trip to NY had already become one of her most memorable experiences yet. And it had just started! She couldn't wait to spend the rest of the week in the city.

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Turtle’s Naked Challenge

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This took a while to do considering my daughter after hearing her auntie bae claim I was fucking lazy decided to dump a drink over my flashdrives so I couldn’t use them anymore resulting in losing all my files, stories, and all my asks but as requested here’s some steamy wet turtle nudity

Her boyfriend had gotten to her place after a long strenuous patrol looking so tired and rundown just knowing being the leader could be hard

Being the older brother to three whack job goofy brothers could also do a number on a turtle’s mentality and had her heart going out to him instantly one these nights making her somewhat baby her alpha much to the displeasure on his face

He didn’t like the coddling but knowing how grumpy he could be had the woman wanting to make it better because Leonardo deserved to be pampered like a king when he allowed her to do so

After all he made her feel like a queen every day she could do the same for her leader

Upon offering him her shower to relax and wash the day away but also giving him tons of kisses that pulled a loving smile from her special guy and promising of more once he was done had him swayed easily

Plus he seemed more willing as her hand trailed up his plastron hearing her whispering of maybe some more enticing fun once he was finished he had immediately hopped in to clean up while she got comfortable and started reading her new book he had gotten her a few weeks back

The woman figured he might be a while and he deserved the longest shower he could stand so why not read a few chapters until he was done already having their movie ready to be started and dinner in the stove already prepared knowing he loved home cooked meals

Only the best for her turtle

She was so absorbed in the pages happily following the hero’s tale the water turning off didn’t even register to her nor did the bathroom door squeaking or abnormal soft steps approaching her couch where she was lounged out comfortably

What did was the sopping wet towel that landed on her making her squeak and jump a foot in the air

“Finally reading it – it’s a really good story”

She pulled the cloth off her before freezing seeing her leader standing there proud in front of her in all his glorious perfection steam roving lazily off his leaf green flesh as those blue sapphires set her on fire feeling the room getting warm as she looked him over shifting in her seat as something else started to feel ‘hot’

She was panting and all he was doing was looking at her

The throbbing appendage between his thick thighs had her trying desperately not to look down and she failed miserably as he strolled forward a sly grin on his face his lower lip caught between his teeth before he tilted her head up smelling what he was doing to her and the soft fabric of the blue nightie had him seconds from losing his dominate stance

“Just wondering does that offer still stand or are you just going to sit there drooling all over the book” she apparently didn’t answer him fast enough because the look in his eyes shifted as he got over her growling under his breath “Bedroom now and on your knees before I break the couch again~”

Her body responded this time as he moved back so fluidly walking towards the hallway before letting her pass him a small moan leaving her as the pressure of his fingers on the back of her neck had her bending to his will “Whatever you want Sensei”

He had to be having a bad day cause when he got to her place he was growling, cussing, and mumbling nasty obscenities through his bared teeth

No doubt somebody had pissed him off and being how late it was that list of names was fairly a mile long but not limited to several of the normal characters but after a bit of persuading and lots of affection to her teddy bear she had finally convinced him to go take a hot shower to calm himself

She hated seeing him so upset

She lit the sweet fresh picked strawberry candles on the counter just for him knowing the smell of her newest set always made him feel calm remembering with clarity the first night she got them he had shown up in a rage over something she truly didn’t understand but the second he took a deep breath he had just relaxed curling up with his head on her chest passing out almost immediately purring like a kitten

Every night after if she knew he was coming over she was burning those candles finding he became very affectionate and needy

He tried to coax his love into the bedroom mumbling he just wanted cuddles but she handed him her biggest towel and sent him on his way swearing they could snuggle after he was done for as long as her turtle needed

Not wanting to bother the hothead she had sat down on the sofa to wait knowing once he was done she could drag the turtle into some loving cuddles until he wanted to talk about what happened so maybe when he headed home he was in a much better mood

While he was showering she just knew he would be a while and it was her favorite night so the woman turned on her TV fast to catch up on her crime show and became oblivious to everything in her surroundings

She was focused on her favorite character shirtless grinning like a love sick school girl hardly hearing the bathroom door open so when a towel landed over her head she was a bit shocked quickly pulling it off “Raphie this is the best part what are you-!?”

The woman looked up from her couch to see the massive turtle standing there with a serious look completely stripped of his normal attire leaving her in a dazed stupor upon seeing what was in front of her as he stepped in the way of her TV

Licking his lips Raphael stood holding a smaller towel drying off his neck as water dripped down his naked built body and damn he had her full attention before a smug smile was aimed at her when she couldn’t look away taking in his perfectly sculpted physique realizing now she had never comprehended how big he was

“Ya still wanna watch the show or – ya up ta help me blow off some pent up steam?” he winked still exuding cockiness walking towards her room giving her a great view of his ass making her turn off the TV so fast not caring if she missed her new episodes before jumping over the back of her couch already unbuttoning her blouse

“No sir… Nope not at all” she ran after him hearing that thunderous chuckle as she shut her bedroom door jumping the massive turtle quickly once he was on her bed kissing him hard as the woman was pulled against him knowing she wasn’t going to let Raph leave tonight “I’m all yours baby”

He was late and not answering his phone… of course he was and after she had worked so hard making him his favorite Italian dish and had even gone all out to make a beautiful tiramisu from scratch which was far from easy like the recipe online had claimed but it was all for her loving genius wanting his rare day off to be perfect but after this long she knew he’s be at her window the moment he realized it

As forgetful as Donatello was she knew he wouldn’t stand her up

Almost on cue two hours later the genius was tapping on the frame with that cute bashful smile on his face as he climbed in the window dropping his gear in the chair she had purposely moved there to keep him from just dropping everything on her floor

“Sorry dove the truck was in need of a tune up and then I got distracted by the leaking radiator hoses – it was a big mess but I’m here – and dinner smells amazing”

Her adorkable nerd trying to explain the whole ordeal as if the woman couldn’t tell what had kept her boyfriend was always adorable he wore the evidence of oil and grease all over his skin and pants stained

The woman jumping back as he started moving in to kiss her made him pause hoping she wasn’t mad at him before she stopped the genius with one finger pointing to the problem before heading to her room

He was still looking himself over like he didn’t see the problem when she reappeared handing him a large towel and the clothes he had left last time he had stayed at her place a serious look plastered on her face but the ghost of a smile on her lips told him she wasn’t upset “You are not sitting on the couch or any furniture until every speck of that is off you”

He gave her the cutest pout starting to argue that he was starving and she knew how long it would take for him to actually get off every bit of grease which – actually made her reconsider her words wondering if he had eaten today but moved closer bringing him down by his dirty mask giving him a loving kiss

She promised as soon as he was cleaned up she would have his plate ready before going to the kitchen getting the degreaser scrub she bought after the last time the genius came over covered in oil after fixing the garbage truck seeing him roll his eyes before chuckling as he finally gave stealing one last kiss as he headed down the hallway

It was going to be a little bit with his having to scrub his arms and hands so she turned on her computer starting to check over a few things her boss needed by next week already having it mostly done thanks to having a brilliant boyfriend who explained it in full detail in less then a minute where as her dumbass boss had pulled her into a three hour long meeting to explain it but left her even more confused

But of course the computer was running slower then normal calling down the hall she would need his tech support help to fix it later whining as it tried to shut down on her after working great minutes before

She had just hit save when a soaked towel landed in her lap making her jump nearly spilling her drink on the laptop before snapping around to get onto the turtle but paused her face draining of any anger that had been there to be replaced by a dark blush

A smaller towel draped over his shoulders as he dried his neck and face had her suddenly aware of just how handsome he was without the mask he always wore but him standing there with nothing on but a crooked half smile on his lips and his glasses hanging low on his snout giving her a clear view of the molten honey brown orbs taking her in

“Did I hear somebody needs tech support? I hate to tell you this princess but the price of services goes up on my day off~”

She couldn’t even come up with a single thing to say with him looking down at her, that heated bedroom gaze melting her in her chair as his mates wide eyes drifted slowly over his body left completely breathless by just how sensual he looked

They had been together for a while and Donnie was normally a little shy even around her but right then he was just as confident as any of his brothers “But maybe I could be swayed to give you a discount for the right payment”

His smile widened noticing she was unable to tear her gaze away from his body always loving how she could boost his self confidence so easily

“I’m willing to do a full payment with interest if you’ll fix it by tomorrow morning Sir”

Her eyes finally met his again feeling the heat building in her, she was already well aware of what he was silently commanding closing her computer the second he shifted his weight back, dinner long forgotten before she was hurrying after him catching his hand

She was in his arms seconds later his lips crushing hers just as the door shut never realizing they were on the bed until the thin fabric of her top ripped and he was ravishing her breast

His glasses coming off was her only warning the lovable shy genius was no longer there

She had already pushed all of the furniture out of the way hoping his patrol wouldn’t last too much longer knowing Leo would try to not make him too late but it gave her time to get everything set up along with the three pizzas and his favorite snacks

Having just finished up with everything a smile spread on her lips when he clambered through the main bay window from her balcony already dressed out in his old sweatpants covered in paint stains with all his supplies knowing he had just ran the whole way after getting home his arms immediately placing them on the plastic on the floor before he was behind her wrapping his girl in a tight hug giving all the kisses he could to her

“What do you think?”

Michelangelo had came over to do an art date and being as the wonderful girlfriend she was she had gotten some of the biggest canvases she could find at the craft store for them wanting to do something special for both of them giggling as he kissed down her neck seeing her surprise for him “I love it babycakes! This is perfect!” his excitement only made her smile wider

They were going to do a portrait for one another so she had planned out her painting to the youngest turtle since she had seen his excitement in having a special night at her place like she tried to do often for him

Being Mikey couldn’t go out in public and she knew how much it bothered him that he couldn’t take her somewhere on dates even though she didn’t really want to be in public the woman always tried to come up with fun dates where the only thing that really mattered was being together and making sure he knew his baby didn’t need to be seen out with somebody or go anywhere fancy to love him

All she needed was the loving and attentive turtle who made her feel special every single day

After placing their easels back to back both of them were so ready to get started grabbing one box of pizza to sit between them as he prepared his stuff being overly affectionate with her kissing and holding her just wanting to watch what she was going to do but she shooed him to his side

This had to be a surprise

Two hours later she finished with the layout starting to add color, of course she couldn’t see what he was doing but her normally hyper noisy boyfriend was surprisingly quiet hearing him working hard on whatever he was painting for her made her work even harder wanting it to be perfect for him

Lost in the painting the woman couldn’t stop from smiling the more and more it looked like his shell the deep mahogany blending in with the hints of chestnut and small streaks of orange she had admired since the day she met him giving it a few finishing touches

He called out he was done just as she finished the last major detail making her carefully pick up her painting placing it over on a homemade drying rack when he came over placing his canvas beside hers for the big reveal

Mikey was instantly pressed against her back holding her from behind hearing a surprised gasp at seeing the pattern of his carapace plates up close “Baby! Holy crap it’s – does my shell really look like that?” she giggled as he tried to look over his shoulder before she took in what he had done

On his there was lots of color blended in together making it very bright, happy, and a bit psychedelic the way the splatters brought out the finer details, her name was in a graffiti like cursive style with tiny spots of glitter making it shimmer like a diamond before seeing in the center the imprint of his chest plate was painted there in his own cute signature loving how he had painted in the heart with green and orange so she would never forget him

“It’s beautiful-” she turned to kiss him noticing his sweats on the floor looking back before she exploded in laughter shocked to see the turtle standing there with a wide grin his brow line wiggling before her eyes slipped lower finding him there in nothing

“Oh my god Mikey!” her boyfriend stood there looking so proud of himself, his entire upper half centered more towards his plastron was covered in multiple colors of paint that went all the way down past his waistline which told her he had painted himself and pressed against the canvas he was splattered in every color imaginable across his muscular arms and cute happy face “Did you get any paint on the canvas”

He seemed so offended looking himself up and down before striking a pose in full Mikey fashion giving her a flirtatious wink “Oh baby you see this body it is the canvas” she giggled waving him off before screaming out as he tackled her to the floor kissing her as he smeared some paint on her face

“N-NO MIKEY! STOP!” she was laughing way too much to be taken serious squirming as he pulled at her clothes mumbling she should try painting nude too throwing them off to the side

Biting her lip she tried to stop from moaning her cheeks burned hotly while trailing the streaks of colorful paint that made his body stand out a bit more biting her lip trying to look up blushing and finding it a bit difficult to resist him with the thick shaft already erect and throbbing against her exposed belly as he picked up a brush as he opened her to him pressing close so she could feel him “Now baby girl – I know something I’m about to paint white~”

With him this was what she lived for her arms surrounding him as she kissed her way to his neck not really caring if she got messy when his hands accidently landed in her paints starting to like where this was going as he smeared it over her curves when she fell limp finally submitting as she pointed to a stack of canvases off to the side

“Let’s do something that will only be for your eyes Daddy~”

[perennialwinds]

Scars

Okay, as promised last week, here is one of my Caryl fics. @archersqueen you convinced me to post this one! Hope you enjoy.

Shivers ran down his spine as the warmth of a wet cloth made contact with his skin. Streaks of water travelled down his side and he hissed as the salty solution infiltrated his flesh, worn and bloodied. It was far from one of the worst injuries he’d had, but Carol tended to it none the less. In fact, now that he thought about it, Carol had been absent for many of his injuries he’d acquired over the past ten or so years. He was grateful that she didn’t have to be there when it happened, but regretful of the time he’d spent without her.

A nasty scrape from a run in with a barbed-wire fence left a means for infection. And with their antibiotics supply running dry many years ago, they had no choice than to be on top of any potential medical threat that faced them, no matter how minimal it may be.

“You did a good job on that fence,” she said, squeezing out the bloodied water from the cloth and dunking it into a bowl of a clean salt water solution. He grunted a response. “You need to be more careful.”

“Had worse. M’ still here though.” He replied, cut short as she pressed the cloth to his wound again, stinging salt water momentarily punching the breath out of his lungs. He breathed out heavily through his nose, fists clenched to either side of the bench he sat shirtless on in their shared kitchen table.

“Gonna leave a scar, that’s for sure.” She squeezed out the cloth again, this time replacing it with a dry flannel, patting his skin clean.

He didn’t even keep count of the scars. He didn’t keep count before the apocalypse. He sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. “I got enough already… What’s another one?” He moved a hand to his face, running his fingers over his eyes. He was tired. His whole body ached and his mind was fatigued to the point of blurriness. He’d come back from a three-day long scavenging trip, cut short when he lost his supplies over the other side of the fence he had escaped from as a herd of walkers cornered in. He’d been lucky to escape with his crossbow and his own life, but nothing else. If Carol hadn’t been so insistent on tending to his wound, he’d have been fast asleep by now, unbothered in his bed. He just wanted to rest. To heal. And honestly, he just wanted to stay in the house. Stay inside the walls of Alexandria. Just for a while. These scavenging trips, although he was damn good at it, was taking a toll on his body. He was not as agile, as fit as he used to be. Age was wearing him down, something he never thought he would experience in this living hellscape that seemed to cut everyone else’s lives so short. Every day his bones ached, longed for him to just take a day off, slow down. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could ignore it. How much longer his body would allow him to ignore it before it broke down in the worst moment possible. Most of all though, he just wanted to spend more time with her. With Carol. And with Lydia. With his accidental family that he somehow scraped together without even realising. Carol - His best friend, his soulmate, since the apocalypse, and Lydia - daughter of an old enemy he took under his wing. Unable to reject her despite her history because she reminded him so much of himself. She reminded Carol so much of herself. It would have eaten him up inside to let her suffer the same ways they did all those years ago, with full knowledge that she would have ended in a far worse predicament.

He struggled to not let himself doze off there on the table, lost in the thought of just living in some sort of comfort with the people he cared about the most.

He heard the rip of medical tape and felt the softness of gauze brushing over his skin, snapping him out of his light sleep. Pressure from Carol’s hands sent another shiver up his spine has she applied the bandage to his right hip where the fence had dug into his skin during his frantic escape.

Comforting silence ensued between them. Just being there together is all they needed. Lydia had opted to do night watch, not allowing Carol to take her shift to tend to Daryl, and definitely not allowing Daryl to commit to the duty either after today’s life-risking events.

She smoothed the padding over his skin, careful not to touch the jagged wound she so carefully cleaned. Her hands drifted from his hip to the centre of his back. Began tracing each raised line and bump scattered across his skin. She knew these were there before. Before the dead rose and stole the world away from them. She had seen them all those years ago, back at Herschel’s farm. After he’d nearly killed himself looking for her daughter. Resting in the bed when she told him how thankful she was. How he was every bit as good as them. As Shane, as Rick. She teared up at that flashback to the farm. How he fought tooth and nail for her daughter, donning another mark on his side from his own arrow in an attempt to find her. Although the effort was futile – it showed her a side of him she hadn’t seen before. And he still held those qualities now. How he fought to keep Lydia here. Fought to keep her safe from Alpha. She heard him exhale deeply again. How could a man so brave, so selfless deserve these scars? He never had told Carol much about his previous life. But she knew he had suffered some form of abuse. Like her. Like Lydia.

“Merle?” She traced over one of the larger scars.

He looked up over his shoulder briefly meeting her eyes, before shaking his head and dropping his weary gaze to the floor again.

“No.” He almost whispered “M’ father.” He winced as he heard the crack of his father’s belt whipping across his back sharply. The sound cutting through the air like a knife as it made contact with his skin. Felt his own blood dripping down much like the warm salt water did minutes ago.

She placed her hand flat on his shoulder blade, hurting for him. “I’m sorry.”

“S’ okay.”

She resumed her tracing, this time though without asking about the scars. She didn’t want to bring back any more memories for him. She knew them all too well herself.

She felt the bump of what she suspected to be a knife wound on his left shoulder. Looking more recent than the welts of the scars he gained in a former life. But still years in age.

“Saviours. That ones from the saviours. Before we knew who they were.”

She was surprised by his opening up but welcomed the release of his pent-up secrets.

“I blew ‘em up. Sometimes wonder if things woulda been different if I hadn’t… but they were gonna kill Sasha and Abraham. Had ta do something.” His voice shook on the last sentence. Years of buried guilt washing over him, conflicted with the pull of desperation.

“You didn’t know.” Carol replied, hearing his breathing speed up, gasps escaping his lungs. “You were protecting your family. You were – are – so brave. Don’t forget that. Please.” She pleaded with him and placed a gentle kiss over the scar, staying there briefly with her eyes closed. Wishing the pain away, but also wishing they were this close all the time, under different circumstances. Daryl felt a wave of warmth rush over him from her touch.

Her other hand faintly brushed over an X-shaped brand on his left hip, opposite the fresh bandage. She looked up at him, concerned. This was a deliberate scar, its shape too perfect to be any form of accident. It was a brand of some sort, horrified at the possibilities of how he had acquired it. But she felt him tense up as she studied its shape. A sharp breath inwards, stiffening his torso signalling his lack of comfort with that particular mutilation. He shook his head and she knew to move on. It was a secret he wasn’t ready to uncover to her. And that was okay.

Her hand travelled to his right shoulder, concentrating on what was most definitely a gunshot wound. She remembered patching it up that night in the house by the Kingdom. When Daryl had found her after she sent herself into the false comfort of isolation. A pang of guilt snuck through her. Why she had taken herself away when her family needed her. He needed her.

He felt her hand pause abruptly against him, preoccupied with her own intensifying thoughts of guilt, and he grabbed her hand, pulling it over to the front of his chest where the exit wound was. Showing her how it had healed, partly thanks to her fixing up the dressing and keeping infection away. He tried to keep her guilt away, as if it too were an infection.

“The doctor at the Sanctuary. He tried to fix it,” his shoulder often ached with arthritis set on by the gunshot wound. Likely that there were still fragments of the bullet inside him, grinding against bone chips blasted out of place, “Did a’right though.”

There was a long pause before Carol responded cautiously, “What do you mean at the Sanctuary?”

Shit. He’d never made her aware that he’d been held captive by them. She didn’t need that knowledge in her life. She had enough shit to deal with. But he was caught out now.

“Daryl, what happened at the Sanctuary?” She perched herself up sitting cross-legged on the table behind him, pulling him to face her, but his aching shoulder, even more weary from the week’s trip restricted the movement.

He sighed, “After Negan…. After Abe and Glenn. They took me. Wanted to make me one of em’. I was their prisoner. He-Negan, tried to break me. Get me to kneel. Would offer me a nice room, then beat me up. I ate fuckin’ dog food for weeks.” He laughed at the last sentence, trying to hide the pain the memories brought back. “I couldn’t though. I wouldn’t break. Couldn’t do that to Rick. To Alexandria.” He began struggling again, his voice wavering and breathy. “I should’ve told ya.”

“And I shouldn’t have left you.” She returned. She just wanted to try her hardest to take his pain away but she knew she couldn’t no matter how persistent she was. But she could be there to help him through it. Although she wasn’t there then, she was here now. And she wasn’t going to leave ever again.

She wrapped her other arm around his waist, hugging him from behind and resting her head on his shoulder. His skin tickled as he felt the softness of her breath touch his bare skin, trickling lightly over his collarbone.

They stayed in that moment for a while. Sharing each other’s touch, hoping to make up for all the times when they couldn’t.

She opened her eyes, snapping herself out when she noticed both of them drifting to sleep there, upright on the kitchen table.

“Daryl,”

“Hm?”

She concentrated on his hand that had subconsciously intertwined with her own some time during the evening. Noticed another scar, a series of jagged, yet uniform knots, wrapping themselves around his wrist. She lifted his hand with her own off his chest, turning his wrist and inspecting the marks.

“A bite?”

“The dog. Damn mutt was too scared to realise I was trying to help him when he got caught up in a trap.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.” She joked, referring to his hostile and defensive ways when they first met. How she stopped him from pulling away on the farm and he didn’t know how to handle his own emotions, throwing it all back in her face.

“Stop.”

The exchange made them both giggle, a smirk bursting through Daryl’s sombre expression as Carol dropped his hand, covering her own face as she laughed. This moment here, Daryl could live in forever. This is what he wanted. What he needed. After ten years of being out there, risking his life, staring death in the face so many times to escape by the skin of his teeth.

“Carol,” He spoke, his changing tone catching her attention more so than the use of her name. She hopped down from the table, dragged the kitchen stool to face him. She sat, crossing a leg and resting her chin on her hand, elbow resting on her knee, mere inches from his face.

His eyes made solid contact with hers “I don’t wanna be out there anymore.”

“What do you mean?” She tilted her head, brows crossed.

“Abraham asked me once if I ever thought about settling down. I-I thought never in a million years. In this world? Impossible. Hell, even before the world went ta shit I never believed I’d be some bullshit cliché nuclear family man – a white picket fence, kids and a dog.” His words practically vomited from his mouth. Years of emotion, thoughts he buried and hid from himself as soon as they were conceived were spilling out, breaching its walls. Spreading like antibodies to an infection. “But I’m tired, Carol.” He dropped his head into his hands, wiping his face down.

Carol reached out to him then, tucking his hair back off his face. Running her fingers through his locks longer than what was necessary.

He looked back up at her, “I jus’ wanna be here. With you. With Lydia. With our family.” He swallowed hard. “I miss you Carol. A whole damn lot. Every time I go out there, all I wanna do is be back home by ya side. And I think m’ ready for that.”

Carol teared up at his declaration. She had known deep down inside she’d always loved him. But she couldn’t admit it to herself either. She thought that the King would fulfil her needs of family. Of home. But when her son died she realised it was all just a play. A façade, hiding herself from the truth with a fairy tail. But she knew it was different with Daryl. Because although Lydia had brought them closer together again, Daryl had always felt like home to her. Right from the beginning.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m gonna slack off and sit inside all day not pulling my weight. I ain’t no deadbeat. But I can’t – I can’t pretend that I’m better off out there by myself risking my life when the truth is I’m better off with you.” He was open and vulnerable, pleading to her for mercy. The last thing he needed right now was her rejection – he felt in that scenario he’d turn himself out to the wilderness for good. His eyes pierced hers and she was so proud of him. So in love with the man staring back at her, wounds and soul laid out bare for her to mangle and carve in any way she wanted. And all she wanted to do was bandage them up, kiss every one of them and pray to God that they would heal in time with her love. Save him from the nightmares he’d endured. Her eyes flickered down to his lips briefly before meeting his eyes again and she swore she saw him nod ever so slightly before she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into her kiss. Deep and desperate, but slow. Meaningful. Tears of pure relief streamed down both of their cheeks, feeling the salty warmth of each other’s on their skin.

[verai-marcel]

First Round’s On You (RDR2 Fanfic, Neighbor AU, 18+, Part 1 of 2)

Summary: Arthur and you finally have your first real date, despite having already, uh, spent some quality time together the previous week. (Both High and Low Honor versions.)

Author’s Notes: Okay, okay, due to popular demand, neighbor AU is now a series. But here’s the kicker: I started this with both High and Low honor versions, so there will always BE both versions. Simultaneously two AUs happening, two Arthurs for YOU, my dear readers. Pick your poison. (OR WHY NOT BOTH)

Tags: high honor: fluff, smut, lovemaking, teasing.

AO3 Link is here.

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Side A: High Honor

A week ago, Arthur had successfully convinced you to go on a date with him. Granted, he had convinced you by giving you the best sex of your life, but that was beside the point. Things had continued relatively normally, except now when you two talked on the balcony, you stood closer, shoulder to shoulder, and he always gave you a sweet kiss good night.

Three days ago, he had asked you out for dinner. You had been chewing on a software bug for about 30 minutes when he called, and you were so in the zone that you ignored your ringtone. It wasn't until you were done with work that you noticed and listened to his voicemail.

His voice was like a warm blanket that you just wanted to wrap yourself up with, and his diction was charmingly shy. You listened to the message twice, loving how he said your name, how it rolled off his tongue and sounded like he was saying it so reverently.

"...Lemme know if you'd like ta get dinner this Friday. I wanna take you somewhere good."

You quickly texted back.

I'd love to get dinner with you.

***

You heard a few knocks on your door, and your heart skipped a beat. Checking your cute skirt and top one more time in the mirror, you found yourself bounding happily over to the door to open it.

Arthur Morgan, what a sight. Dressed in a button up short sleeve shirt that showed off his biceps, clean jeans that hugged his hips, tan cowboy boots and a worn black cowboy hat, you wondered if he had stepped off the cover of one of those western romance novels because you were sweating, and he hadn't even touched you yet.

"Uh, hi!" you said cheerily, attempting to hide your nervousness.

"Hey there," he greeted, holding out his arm. "Shall we go?"

Your heart fluttered. Beaming at him, you took his arm and he escorted you gallantly down the stairs and to his dinged up pick up truck. He had just washed it; you knew this since you had watched him wash his truck the other day, and of course, he had been shirtless.

With that mental image in mind, you hadn't paid attention as Arthur let you into the passenger seat, got in, and drove off to who knows where.

"So, where are we going?" you finally asked.

"Found a nice place, quiet, serves good food. Thought you might like it."

You tilted your head and looked at him thoughtfully. You've known each other for a full year. He knew you were a woman of simple but quality tastes; a place could serve just hamburgers, but they better be the best damn hamburgers you'd ever eaten.

Part of you was afraid that he'd overthink it and take you somewhere fancy. You really hoped it wasn't; those places made you feel awkward.

As he pulled into the parking lot, your eyes widened. It was a small barbecue joint with a cute outdoor eating area, with two fire pits and some picnic tables.

The two of you stood in line and chatted until you got up to the counter. Ordering your food and then finding a table to sit and wait, you noticed that Arthur was garnering some looks from some of the women around your table.

"Did I mention you look really handsome?" you said to him.

Arthur looked down, the brim of his hat hiding most of his face, but you caught the shy half-smile on his lips.

"Darlin', I ain't even half as good lookin' as you are. You notice all the stares you been gettin'?"

You surreptitiously glanced around. A few guys quickly turned their heads away. A couple more kept eye contact with you. Quickly turning back to Arthur, you smiled at him.

"I only have eyes for you, Arthur."

He looked up at you then, fully smiling.

His name was called, and he got up to get your food, insisting that you sit and relax, that he'd take care of you. So you watched him go, not noticing the man who suddenly sat next to you.

"Hi there," the man said. He was your age and cute in a harmless kind of way.

"Hello," you said neutrally. You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

"Have we met somewhere?"

You raised an eyebrow.

"Oh god, sorry, I didn't mean that to sound like a pick up line. No, I meant, I think I went to high school with you."

It suddenly dawned on you that he was in your class in 9th grade, and had been in your study group. The two of you caught up for a little bit, until Arthur came back, smiling at you and you alone.

“Who’s this?” he asked, politely, but you could tell he was slightly irked.

The man glanced at Arthur, introduced himself, and then told you it was nice seeing you again before quickly excusing himself from the table. Arthur watched him go before turning back to you.

“I turn around for one moment and they start swarmin’,” he mumbled.

“He recognized me from high school, I don’t think he was hitting on me.”

“Were you particularly friendly back then?”

“Oh. No, not really.”

“Then why else would he bother you so many years later?”

You thought about his words as you dug into the delicious plate of meat that Arthur had brought. You two spent the rest of dinner talking, learning about each other and enjoying stories of the past.

***

“So, you wanna see a movie after this?” Arthur asked as the two you walked to his truck.

You wrapped your arms around his beefy arm, pushing your boobs against him. “Can we go home? Watch Netflix?”

He chuckled. “Anything my lady wants.”

***

Halfway through the movie, your eyelids drooped, and you tried and completely failed to stifle a yawn.

“Should I tuck you in, sweetheart?”

“M’fine,” you slurred as you started to fall asleep. You couldn’t fight your tiredness any longer, being wrapped up in a blanket and having Arthur’s arm around you, his body your personal furnace.

***

The sunlight hitting your eyelids made you scrunch your face and turn over. You expected to roll over onto more bed, but instead, you hit a wall. Blearily blinking your eyes open, you realized that there was a body next to yours.

“Arthur?”

The body turned around and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

“G’mornin’ darlin’,” he said, his voice deeper, more gravelly. Hearing that voice in your ears made you hot. You got closer to him, wrapping a leg around his hip and grinded against him, feeling him hard and eager underneath his boxers.

Wait.

“What are you wearing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You can feel it, can’t ya?”

You smiled; you could feel that he was wearing nothing but boxers, and you were still fully clothed. Time to rectify that. You removed your shirt, shuffled out of your pants, and started taking off your panties before Arthur’s brain caught up to his mouth.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked, a look of awe on his face.

You just winked as your slipped your panties off and flung them across the room. Then you pushed him onto his back and helped him remove his boxers. Seeing his hard cock, your mouth watered, and you smiled at Arthur before bending down and licking the head.

“Fuck,” he gasped. His hand gripped your hair, but didn’t push you down; he just clenched his fist, and then let go, caressing your head as he murmured your name.

You took him into your mouth, listening to his moans and sighs, using your tongue to bring him as much pleasure as you could. You reached down and played with his balls with one hand while you stroked his shaft with the other, sucking on his sensitive tip until he bucked his hips, unable to control himself any further.

You stopped then, not wanting him to get too close just yet. He let out a shuddering breath when you sat up and looked at him with a mischievous grin. He smiled and held his arms out to you. Entwining his hands with yours, you got on top of him, straddling his waist. He helped you take off your bra, and once you were naked, you leaned forward, pressing your breasts against his chest. You noticed Arthur’s cowboy hat on the nightstand, so you grabbed it and put it on.

“How do I look?” you asked in a playful tone.

Arthur took a sharp breath as he felt you push up against him again, your nipples sliding along his skin. He grabbed your ass, kneading your muscles while he shifted his hips, sliding his shaft along your wet folds.

“Ride me, cowgirl,” he commanded in a low voice. You gladly lifted up your hips and guided his cock inside of you.

“So big,” you moaned, feeling him fill you up. You started slowly, getting used to his girth as you moved your hips, taking longer and longer strokes until you were bouncing up and down on his cock happily. He soon grabbed your hips and started thrusting up, controlling the speed and depth as he held you tightly.

“Touch yerself,” he ordered. “I wanna watch you come.”

You reached down and stroked yourself, one hand reaching out for Arthur as you got close. He held your hand, entwining your fingers as he continued to pump his hips. You were so close, the wave of pleasure growing higher with each movement.

“Yer so beautiful,” Arthur rumbled, looking at you passionately. You suddenly felt the wave break, your climax taking you, shaking up your body and making you cry out.

“Arthur!”

“Gorgeous. Now c’mere.” He lifted you up and moved you further up his body until you were sitting on his face. He licked your pussy, tasting your juices, sucking on your already sensitive clit.

“Oh god, what are you doing?” you sobbed as he continued eating you out, his tongue and his lips working a magical spell on you, driving you higher once more as his arms kept you in place, forcing you to just take what he was doing to you. You could not escape, no matter how hard you bucked your hips. Your heart sped up and you felt your pleasure cascade over you once more as you came again, your body spasming from his lips torturing you, his tongue stroking your clit mercilessly.

“Delicious,” he growled as he sat up, wrapped his arms around you, and flipped you both over so you were under him, his body covering yours, moving himself between your thighs. He lifted his hips and entered you once more. Giving you a moment to get used to this position, he started pounding into you, unable to control his strength.

“You feel so damn good,” he said into your ear, his shoulder covering your face, muffling your screams. You bit down on him, and he moaned and fucked you harder than you thought possible.

“I wanna come in you,” he groaned. “Can I?”

“Yes, yes, please!” you begged, whimpering as he grabbed your wrists and held you down while he thrust rapidly, his eyes shut tight as he barreled towards ecstasy, releasing himself with a low growl. He moaned your name as he wrung out every last drop inside of you with a few final thrusts. He managed to keep himself from crushing you as he caught his breath, letting go of your wrists and resting on his arms. You hugged him tight, and he kissed your forehead before rolling off you.

“Did I hurt ya?” he asked, turning back to you.

You shook your head, but Arthur took your wrists and kissed each of them before rubbing them gently.

“Yer wonderful,” he whispered, smiling warmly at you, kissing your fingers.

“So are you,” you whispered back. Snuggling into his warmth, you gradually fell asleep again to the beat of his heart.

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End Notes: Sweet Arthur, so snuggly. The Low Honor version is next.

[delia-pavorum]

#38 + university enemies turned lovers AU please!

Prompt #38 AKA “You want to explain the drunk voicemail you left me last night?” They weren’t exactly enemies and they don’t quite reach lovers, but—well, just read it. 

Enjoy!

The buzzing woke her up.

It was incessant, like a mosquito flying around her ear. Or drilling into her brain.

With an audible groan, Rey threw her arm out towards her bedside table, hitting a (luckily empty) glass of water, her eight-dollar IKEA lamp, and a small dish of loose change, before grasping the instrument of torture that had awoken her from what she assumed was only her third hour of sleep. Glancing at the time as she clicked her screen, she confirmed that this was, indeed, the case.

Groaning again, she blearily focused on the message preview that assaulted her senses as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of her dorm room. In her periphery, she could see Rose shifting in her bed, before letting out a soft snore and continuing her slumber. Lucky bitch.

You want to explain the drunk voicemail you left me last night?

Rey did a double take and peered more closely at the message before glancing up at the name.

Ben History.

Ben? History? Ben Hist— Fucking TA BEN?

“Oh, my godddd.” Her third groan of the morning turned into a long, drawn-out, verbalized moan as she died a little inside.

Fucking TA Ben.

Professor Snoke’s assistant from her Russian History elective last semester and - she was convinced - the reason she passed that course. Though, admittedly, it wasn’t as if he had outwardly shown any sort of inclination or preference towards her in any way.

Not in tutorial, when he looked down his nose at whatever question she asked and answered with a barely stifled sigh preceding any dialogue.

Not in class, and particularly not when Professor Snoke had reamed her out in front of the entire lecture hall for falling asleep with her head in her hand (thank you job number two, the night shift at the university pub) and he had just sat there in the corner, barely adjusting his glasses as he read over papers.

And not outside of class, where she never saw him. Ever.

No, it was a fact. Mr. Solo AKA Ben History AKA TA Ben was a dick. For all intents and purposes, he had never for even a second belied anything less than purely professional - and for the most part barely cursory - interest in her.

Except for her papers.

Ben Solo was a notoriously hard marker. Rose and Finn had devised the idea of taking Russian History, instead of the more popular Sociology courses, the previous year (yeah, Rey was late on the uptake with her humanities electives, what of it) and had subsequently bitched about TA and professor both; but Rey, always up for a challenge (some may call it pigheaded, willfully ignorant, inability to learn from her mistakes or the mistakes of others—) decided to give it a shot, too. Just to prove she could.

Ha.

Twenty-page research papers on the rise of Moscow, the destruction of the Soviet Union, the Cold War. End notes, works cited, bloody footnotes to her footnotes. It had been pure torture. But she had worked her ass off on each and every one and, in the end, had reaped the benefits.

Er, somewhat. While her peers were receiving grades of Cs and lower, she was coming out with Bs and the occasional B+. The comments were standard, mostly critical: arguments she could have improved on, syntax issues, exclusion of the Oxford comma (who bloody cared about the Oxford fucking comma), and so on. But then, in the end, the same line every time, scrawled in a haphazard cursive, the letters flowing together in a pleasingly desultory way:

A pleasure to read.

Those four words did something to her. She, who could count the kind words she’d received in her lifetime on her fingers and toes with socks on, who had always been the kid that nobody expected much of, who had always - at most - gotten a blinking, surprised: “Oh. Well done.” when she had accomplished anything in an above-average way, had felt a little sparkle of pleasure every time she got the bottom of the last page and saw that line.

And, since her childhood abandonment issues all but guaranteed a fucked up, overcompensatory response to anyone who showed her even a modicum of attention or kindness, she had obviously developed a monster crush.

In short, Ben Solo had ended up being the one good part of a shitty class. He marked her fairly and, as a bonus, was nice to look at and listen to and imagine all the filthy things she’d like to—

Oh god. Oh god. What had the voicemail said?

With shaky hands, she opened up the message and read it over again five times.

Drunk voicemail. Drunk voicemail.

Why couldn’t she remember calling him? All TAs had their phone numbers at the top of the syllabus along with their email address and office hours, but as far as she knew, nobody had actually called one. At the beginning of the semester, around the time she had gotten her first paper back from him, she had plugged the number into her phone - just in case - giving him the surname History to denote her association with him (the same way fellow contacts were Rose Roomie, BFFinn, and The Douchebag, a friend-by-association that Finn had recently become infatuated with).

As to why she couldn’t remember calling him—

The answer, if her pounding head wasn’t enough evidence, manifested further as Rose loudly snored again and rolled over, smacking her lips together and mumbling to herself.

They had gotten wasted last night. End of semester finals plus “We’re losing Finn to Poe” blues plus impromptu Girls’ Night plus plus plus, and she had ended up puking in the garbage cans outside their building while Rose cheered her from behind like garbage can puking was an Olympic event and Rey was on her way to a gold medal. (Which, for the record, she would have won).

She must have made the call at some point during the later part of the evening, but before the vomiting, when she was already three Jagerbombs deep, plus countless tequila shots and some whipped cream monstrosity called a blow job or a muff dive or some other, equally vulgar and heinous name–

Practically frozen in terror, she scrolled through her recent calls.

Fuuuuuck.

Sure enough, right at the top. Ben History. Three- no four times dear god. At 3:06, 3:07, 3:10, and 3:22 (ah, yes, Rey, a twelve-minute gap. Make him work for it, as they say.)

Did she leave four voicemails? Just the one? Somewhere in between? What did they say? What did they say?

“Kill me,” she prayed to the ceiling. “Please. Just do it. Kill me now so I don’t have to deal with this, ever, in my godforsaken life.”

I’ll do you one better, God responded, probably, because instead of being struck by lighting, a call came through.

Ben History.

She laughed mirthlessly up at the ceiling - still maintaining your track record with me, eh ol’ boy. Glad some things don’t change - before scowling as she looked down at the name on her buzzing phone. Might as well get this shit over with.

She rushed out into the hallway to answer so she wouldn’t wake-up Rose. The corridor was completely empty - it was only just past seven A.M. after all and it’s not as if her and Rose were the only college students on campus who had the bright idea of drinking to celebrate the end of Finals - and Rey answered as she continued to walk through the dead hallway and out the door.

“Hi,” she said, mournfully. Too late for pretences now, anyway.

“Oh.” The responding deep voice sent an inadvertent shiver through her body. “I actually wasn’t expecting you to be awake.”

“Yeah.” Rey stepped out into the cool, misty April morning air, briefly regretting her decision to not grab a sweater as goosebumps rose up on her bare arms and legs. “Your, er, text woke me up.” The panic and humiliation spiral immediately afterwards also helped shake off the remnants of sleep. I may never sleep again, in fact.

“Right. Well, I thought you’d want to know—”

“Listen,” Rey cut him off, partially for fear of whatever he had to say and partially to say her own piece before he could verbally eviscerate her and/or threaten her scholarship and the progression of her degree or whatever else happened to errant, drunken students who called their former TAs and left explicit voicemails. “I’m sorry I called you and said all that shit, I was completely wasted. I know it was wildly inappropriate. And it’s not like—” Fuck, what are some of the insane things I probably said? “—I mean, you’re obviously very attractive and tall and built and I mean, yeah, you’ve got unbelievably good shoulders and I’m sure I brought up the fantasy of you carrying me in your arms shirtless, but the truth is—”

“Rey.”

Her name out of his mouth brought her up short. In tutorial she had been—what, Ms. Johnson? Or usually just nothing. A nod or “yes, you” in the general vicinity of where she was sitting. He knew her name?

“You know my name?” Smooth.

An abbreviated sigh. Ah, yes. If there were ever any doubt as to who was on the other end of the line, this telltale moderation of his annoyance eliminated it completely.

“I know your name,” he confirmed. “And the voicemail you left me didn’t say anything about my—“ A pause. “—shoulders.” Another pause. Rey’s skin began to get that prickly feeling that usually preceded the wash of utter mortification coursing through one’s body. “In fact, you barely said anything at all. After I picked up my phone the fourth time it started ringing at three A.M.—” Ah, yes, hello humiliation, my old friend, she thought at the liquid heat spreading through her limbs, “—at first all I could hear was indecipherable yelling and then someone loudly singing the chorus of ‘Living on a Prayer’.”

“Oh, god.” Her horror manifested in the loudest groan conceivable at this revelation. Pieces of the night were starting to filter in now, penetrating the haze of her hangover- and humiliation-induced migraine.

“I almost hung up, but then you came on the line. Initially I couldn’t understand you, but then you said something about me being the bright spot to a shitty class and how you loved being my pleasure—”

Rey hiccuped in despair. Why couldn’t she have just talked about his shoulders?

“—Which I didn’t quite understand. But then you said—” He paused again, almost as though he needed to gather his thoughts, and Rey held her breath at the infinite possibilities of self-inflicted degradation that were to come, “—you moved to a quieter area and you said thank you to me for making you feel worthy. You said it felt nice to know that your efforts weren’t for nothing.”

Cool. Cool cool cool. They still had engineering programs in Siberia, right? She wondered if her scholarship was transferable. Fuck it. I’ll just move to Florida. Maybe a crocodile will eat me.

Grasping at straws, Rey responded, “You know, I actually don’t remember any of that. I think maybe I didn’t call you at all. Maybe it was my friend Rose playing a prank or—”

He cut her off: “At the end you said ‘by the way, this is Rey Johnson.” Fuck. “And, regardless, I recognized your voice.”

Hey, now. He did?

“You did?” Uggghh.

Silence.

“Okay, er,” Rey began as the silence stretched out to unbearable lengths, “well. It is true that I liked your comments - your final comment, always - on my papers. It is also true that I like your shoulders. I’m not sure who told you anything about carrying me shirtless—”

“You said that.”

“Regardless of how these rumours get spread,” she continued through gritted teeth, “I sincerely apologize for calling you at such an obscene time, er, repeatedly, and also for assaulting your ears with Bon Jovi and the drunken ramblings of a psychologically-damaged pseudo-adult—”

“I liked your papers, Rey,” Ben interrupted and, for the first time, he sounded a bit - thawed. Unsure. Not warm, exactly, but not really holding back either. “You were the only one who got that comment at the end and I meant it. That course is—I mean, it’s two hundred-level, but with no prerequisite and we get a lot - a lot - of students who just couldn’t give a shit. And I know History isn’t your program and that you probably just took it to fill an elective, but I—” A pause and an inhale. Then: “I’m glad you did.”

Rey thankfully stopped herself just short of responding “You are?” and instead, a little breathlessly, answered: “Me, too.”

“Your efforts weren’t for nothing,” he added, quietly. “Not to me.”

“Oh, Ben.” It was the first time she had said his name out loud and she heard his breath catch slightly.

“Where are you right now?” he asked, his voice a touch hoarse.

“Uhh…” She looked around at the outside of her building, noting ruefully the garbage can that likely still held her vomit. “I’m just outside my dorm. In my pajamas.” She involuntarily shivered as she once again became aware of the damp coolness of the morning air, now that the steam of mortification had waned a bit.

He clucked lightly under his breath, mother-henning ever so slightly, and the warmth came back. “It’s cool out, you should get dressed. And then maybe—” He broke off.

“And then maybe what?” she breathed, feeling her cheeks flush.

“Well, you’re still a student, but I’m not your TA anymore and technically I’m a student, too, although I’m much - like a lot - older, but maybe—”

“But maybe what?” she urged, unable to stop the smile from splitting her face.

“Maybe we can grab a coffee or something?” he finished in a rush. “We don’t have to talk about Russian History.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Rey deadpanned.

Ben huffed out a laugh. “In fact, let’s talk about anything but Russia.”

“Or Bon Jovi,” Rey added, chagrined.

“Or my shoulders.”

“Hey, now,” Rey protested. “Let’s not be too hasty.” He let out a genuine laugh and she couldn’t help but laugh in return.

“So.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “What do you say? Is it a date?”

“Oh, Mr. Solo.” She grinned back at him, hoped he could hear it, too, loud and clear. “It would be my pleasure.”

now what? –> see all my prompt fills | fic master post | ask me anything

[truemanblack]

A/N: ew I lied I ended up writing more, and I’ll probably have part two up tomorrow!

The Marriage: Part One prologue

Since agreeing the week has been harry running around at any chance asking me “Are you sure?” When brushing my teeth, eating my breakfast, or even dragging myself through the door. Today was rough, when studying film, a lot of the guys are “cock out” as if they’ve seen every movie on the planet. I spent my day fighting about how French films are way better than any American film – because it’s true. I was pooped, and I was hoping Harry would have had dinner ready by the time I got home.

He’s a goddamned mind reader. Harry was probably the most thoughtful person I knew. Dinner was already on the makeshift kitchen table (haters will say a coffee table). I kicked off my boots, threw my bag on the ground and ran towards the glass of wine on the table.

              “Hello to you too,” Harry laughed picking up my bags and hanging them on the hooks. I gave him a small wave and taking a long sip of the wine. Harry was a decent chef, maybe not the best, but he could make a good spaghetti and meat sauce – which is all he makes. Harry took a seat next to me and put on The Office – he was buttering me up.

              “What did you do?” He took a seat next to me and took a sip of his wine. Harry would always butter me up when needed something. Last time I had to call of a date with a girl for him since he didn’t have the heart. Or the time before that where I had to go do a return for him because he was in the store for too long and felt the need to impulse buy.

              “Hm?” He always does this, his eyebrows were up, he was slightly smirking, something was up. His lips were pursed on the wine glass as he glanced over at me. His stupid smug face, he wanted something from me.

              “Harry…” He laughed before turning to me whilst he raked his fingers through his hair. I continued to glare at him and his face softened as he turned his body towards me.

              “I’m just,”

              “If you fucking ask me if I’m sure again, I’m not going to marry you and I’ll ship your ass to Switzerland.”

              “Okay Meredith,” He laughed before switching the television to some food documentary. ‘I just don’t want you doing this because you know it’ll help me. You always put other before yourself.”

              “I proposed to you, so obviously I’m okay with it.” He sighed with an ‘okay’ and we sat in silence. I was fully engrossed about this guy explaining about how he built his restaurant from the ground up I hadn’t noticed that Harry was staring at me.

              “What?” I laughed as he knuckled at his eyes.

              “So how is this going to go down?” He paused Netflix and I sat back. “Like courtroom or Vegas?”

              “I feel like if we’re going to keep it on the downlow we could just go to Vegas, have a quick drive through Elvis wedding, then come back and spend months with immigration.”

              “But what would we say?”

              I cleared my throat before crossing my legs in front of Harry. I flipped my hair and put his hands mine. “Harry and I,” I pretended to tear up, “We have known each other for years and I couldn’t see my life without him. We just couldn’t go on living an ocean apart and I knew it was brash but – when you know you know.” I sniffled, and I could see Harry smirking.

              “Okay, but what about divorce?”

              “Wow not even a tear from my words and you want to divorce me.” I put my hands back in my lap and he moved closer into me.

              “Amelia, I’m serious. Like you can’t be married to me forever.”

              “Well we have to be married for at least a year,” I shrugged.

              “Really?”

              “Yeah, it’s too fucking obvious if we just divorce a week after you’ve cashed that green card.”

              “Okay, well, it’s expensive.”

              “We don’t have kids, nor a house, it’ll be cheap for us.”

The night went on with small things about getting married, we both agreed it’ll be hilarious to have an Elvis marry us. Since it was just a Monday night, and I tended to get home late due to the debates with the male’s in my class. My head was in Harry’s lap as we attempted to watch ‘You’ve Got Mail’ for the millionth time. His fingers are massaging my scalp, I could feel my eyes getting droopy. We were at the part where Meg Ryan’s character was telling Tom Hanks how she loved fall and freshly sharped pencils. I hummed as Harry talked about the first time he saw this movie with his mom and how he kept giving her sharped pencils (sounds just like him). He convinced me to go bed, which I hated since I had to be up early.

+++

I woke up to the sound of Harry starting the shower. The one thing I hated about living with Harry is that he was consistent. Every morning – on the dot – he would wake up at five thirty am and go out on a run. He would be back an hour later to shower. Our shower was loud, the pipes were old, and they creaked when you took the first shower. The pipes were at the back of my head, so I heard them rattle and screech every morning, I didn’t need an alarm clock. After his shower he would make a smoothie, and I would lay in bed until he would somehow drag me out of bed to eat something. The blender was louder than normal today, maybe it was the migraine I was getting for forcing myself to stay awake last night.

              “Pet, get up.” Harry opened my door and peaked in and I put my duvet over my head. I heard my door creak open more and I heard his heavy feet in my room. The weight of my bed shifted as I felt a tug on the blanket.

              “Don’t you dare.” I mumbled as Harry tried to make his way under the blanket.

              “Darling, I made you a smoothie.” He sang putting his weight on me. I laid on my stomach and he laid on my back.

              “What color is it?”

              “It’s like dark pink.”

              “Are their banana’s in it?”

              “No, I know you hate them.” I hated him, he made a good smoothie today which meant I had to get up. I pulled the blanket back and saw his big grin. He was so smug, he knew what he was doing.

              “I’m not gonna like it if you trick me and it’s green.” I pouted pulling the hair tie off his wrist and making a bun on my head.

              “You didn’t talk to me for three days after I did that.”

              “You loved it.”

              “You said it not me.” Harry quickly got up after his smart remark and I followed him. I never had classes on Tuesday since I had night classes on Monday. I knuckled at my eye as I took a seat on the stool at our breakfast bar. Harry was extra joyful this morning, and I had no idea how someone could be happy in the morning.

              “What do you have planned today?” Harry poured me a big glass of the smoothie then handed me a bagel. “Anything exciting?”

              “Why?” Once again, Harry was buttering me up. He shrugged while I squinted at him. “You’re just being super nice to me usually you’re out of the door by now.”

              “Exam day, I don’t need to be there.” Harry was a TA for an English professor on campus, so he usually was setting up the class or grading papers by now. Instead he’s standing shirtless in our kitchen with sweatpants that hung a bit too low on his hips. I’ve gotten used to seeing him like this and held back the constant blushing when we first moved in. Harry lived with a guy before me and didn’t care about his appearance. The first morning he walked out he was just in his boxers – hard none the less – and had no idea I was up. The next day he came out free balling in sweatpants and I could see the entire outline of his dick. I think after seeing me beet red for a week he learned to dress around me. Though, I got myself in through as well when the only pajama shorts I had left were ones that showed my entire ass. It was a learning process.

              “I have to write a paper, will you proof read it?”

              “I have a day off and you want me to work.”

              “Would you expect anything less of your fiancée?”

              “No, I wouldn’t,” He laughed then rested his forearms on the counter and leaning into me more. “I was reading into the immigration thing, we’re gonna need proof we’ve been together for quite some time.”

              “We have a lot of photos together, we live together, we practically are attached to the hip.” I shrugged taking a long swig of my smoothie. “I think that could be enough.”

              “I have a journal,” I smirked trying to shuffle back a laugh, “Shut it. I write about you sometimes.”

              “How dumb I am, and how much I annoy you?” I rose my eyebrow and he shook his head and sucked in a breath.

              “Yeah, and how happy you kinda of make me.”

              “Just kind of?”

              “Just a little.”

              “Damn, I thought I meant more to you. I’m your fiancée!!” I put my head in my hands for dramatics and I could hear Harry’s dry laugh.

              “Shut up, I think a few of the entries could count, I know you don’t write in a journal.”

              “I write in a journal! Just not as often as you.”

              “What do you write about?”

              “Food, mostly.” I admitted. And he smirked moving closer to me. His hand was on the counter in front of me and his nipples and I had eye contact. “Once I wrote about you, but I was drunk.”

              “What does it say?”

              “Harry is an idiot.”

              “I’m not shocked.”

              “What did you write about me?” I gazed up at him with a big grin hoping it would let him leak his dirty laundry.

              “How much I hate that shit eating grin of yours.”

[carisi-dreams]

“You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?” with Nick please?

changed slightly!

It was rare that you were ever in Brooklyn since you lived uptown in Manhattan, but your friends had wanted to check out a new bar and had convinced you the trek would be worth it. You were loathe to admit that you had had fun, forty five minute trip not withstanding. The bar was exactly the kind you liked, something that had cool bar snacks like cheese puffs and twizzlers instead of the standard peanuts as well as a seating area outside. Ashley lived in Brooklyn and she had been dying to check this place out and you were happy she had convinced you.

Now you found yourself outside of Nick’s door. He was a close car ride away versus you paying an exorbitant fee for a ride share car or heaven forbid trying to navigate the subway in your current state and at this late, or early depending on your perspective, hour. In the back of your brain something tugged at you that said this wasn’t the most appropriate plan, but it didn’t manage to cut through the fuzz of several whiskey cocktails. Giggling to yourself and wobbling slightly on your feet you brought up your hand and knocked at his door. It was a warm day but you still shivered as you took a vague look around. When Nick didn’t come to the door immediately you knocked again, pulling your phone out of your dress pocket and squinting at the brightness of the screen. Before you could press ‘call’ the door was suddenly being unlocked and opened.

Nick squinted at you with one eye, shirtless with low slung sweatpants that looked like they had been hastily tossed on. The softness of his bedhead was contrasted by the sharpness of the gun held firmly in his right hand. Once he saw it was just you he relaxed slightly and took a step back, beckoning you in with one hand as he set his gun aside and closed the door behind you. You gave him a sheepish smile and stumbled slightly as you took another step forward further into the room. His hall light was on, but it was the only light spilling out to illuminate where you two were standing.

“Surprise!” you said with another sheepish smile as you threw your hands up in a ‘ta-da’ gesture. Nick just cocked his head and scratched his stomach absently. His expression was slightly out of it and still half asleep, but at least it seemed more curious than annoyed. “Was in your neck of the woods and thought I’d come over to cuddle?” you phrased like a question, twisting your mouth apologetically. Nick squinted and gestured for you to follow him down the hallway. He grabbed his gun and padded down the hall on much steadier feet. You spared a moment to kick your heels off and in the direction of the coffee table so they weren’t in the middle of the room before following him. Placing his gun back on his bedside table he turned to look at you, sitting down heavily on his bed.

“You came to my apartment at 4am, to cuddle?” he asked finally in a confused tone, the only thing he’d said since you had woken him up. You gave him another small smile and swayed a little on your feet before reaching out a hand to lean on his dresser, not quite sure if you were welcome to come fully into the room.

“Ashley wanted us to check out a bar in Williamsburg. Stayed out way longer than I had planned and I thought it may be okay if I come here versus taking a car or the subway…” you trailed off, uncertainty making your palms damp. You’d slept over at Nick’s only a couple of times and you knew he was particular about his personal space. He loved spending the night at yours, but the reverse happened much less. Certainly you’d never just shown up on his door step. Nick shook his head as if to clear his head and rubbed at his eye before he seemed to notice the distance between you two and frowned, motioning for you to come closer to him.

“What are you doing way over there. Come here. Course you can stay. Wouldn’t feel comfortable with you going all the way home at this hour. Come here, sweetheart,” he repeated as you hesitated. When his lips upturned in a slight sleepy smile you crossed the room towards him, allowing yourself to be pulled in by the hips. You slouched into him as he pulled you down for a slow kiss. “Hi,” he murmured. “Sorry, took my brain a second to reboot,” he apologized and you smiled wider and kissed him again.

“My fault for just showing up at this hour. Sure you don’t mind me staying? I know you like your space…” you trailed off, wanting to be sure before you got too comfortable. Nick frowned and thumbed your chin, looking into your eyes, fully awake now.

“Yes I’m sure. Of course. You’re always welcome. I don’t—you let me worry about—don’t. I don’t need space from you. Stay, please,” he insisted and you nodded once and twisted your mouth in a slight smile. “Let me get you a shirt to wear. I think there’s still that package of make up remover wipes in my drawer in the bathroom from when you were last here,” he added as he gently moved you back so that he could get to his feet once more. You nodded your thanks and headed to the bathroom, not missing the appreciative look he gave you over his shoulder as you shrugged out of your dress to let it pool at your feet before picking it up and folding it neatly. You smirked and walked into the bathroom, wincing at the brightness of the light as you flicked the switch.

“You know what this means, right?” You heard Nick’s muffled voice call into the bathroom. You opened the top drawer and rustled through it before finding the make up wipes. Pulling them out triumphantly you cocked your head to respond.

“What what means?” you called back curiously.

“You spending the night,” he answered and his voice got clearer as he walked towards the bathroom. Popping his head around the door frame he handed you one of his t-shirts.

“What does it mean…?” you asked slowly as you opened the wipes and began to swipe them over your face.

“Morning sex,” he said with a pleased expression and you laughed before nodding in agreement.

[agoddamnbeautifulidiot]

Flicker of Hope

Chapter Seven: Intermission

A/N: Guys, please bear with me with this story. I work a job where I spend long hours there and I’m also trying to have a life. On that note, sorry it’s taken so long! Hope you guys enjoy it!

The pounding in your head is surely a punishment from the gods. Peaking one eye open, you glare at the too bright red numbers on the clock across the room.   

Groaning, you roll over and try to extract yourself from the covers. The moment your feet touch the floor, the night makes before comes rushing back in bright flashes. 

“God, what the fuck is wrong with me?” You quietly scold yourself. What on earth had you been thinking? Well, the obvious answer was that you hadn’t been. That was the only explanation for how you’d behaved and the things you’d said.

Groaning again, you drop your head into your hands. You had to find a way to fix this. To fix the damage you’d done.

It’s a struggle, but you force yourself out of the bed and into the bathroom. You turn the shower on as hot as you can stand and try to come up with a game plan.

Staring into the mirror, you take in your disheveled clothes and ratty hair. There are streaks of mascara down your cheeks, a reminder of the tears you’d shed once Niall had left you alone. The bathroom starts to fill with steam, so you quickly disrobe and let yourself be drenched under the spray. It’s probably too hot, but at this point, you don’t really care.

You settle in under the water, hoping it can rinse your body of all of the pain you feel.

Last night had not gotten the way you’d expected. The things you’d said to Niall...you hung your head down, using your arms to hold your tired body up against the wall. There was no going back from what had happened. You only hoped you could both move forward. 

Your hands and feet are pruned by the time you finally leave the shower. Mostly, you’d just wanted to scrub away who you’d been last night off of your body. 

Getting dressed, you steel your nerves and open the bedroom door. Down the stairs, you can hear the sounds of the tv, your sign that at least Niall is probably awake. Given the fact that he finally has some time off, you assume he’d want to lounge about as much as possible. 

Your descent down the stairs is slow and calculated as you attempt to make as little noise as possible. The kitchen is empty when you reach it, so you grab yourself a mug and fill the kettle with water. Pulling a bottle of Advil off the shelf, you down several of them. You’re not necessarily stalling, but you’ve got to find your bearings before you even attempt the huge apology you’re going to give. 

Laughter floats in from the other room and now you know it’s Niall and Mully hanging out. Catching snippets of their conversation, you give a small chuckle as Niall keeps making Mully tell him to fuck off.

When the kettle goes off, you jump, your brain had been so preoccupied you’d forgotten it. Finding your favorite tea in the cabinet, you quickly make your cup and blow on the top as you rummage through the fridge.

“Didn’t think we’d see you for a bit,” Niall’s voice makes you jump again and this time you spill a bit of your tea on the white tile. Turning to face him, you quickly avert your eyes and reach for the towel on the counter.

“God, such a klutz, sorry,” You say, kneeling down to wipe up the spill. Niall moves closer, leaning against the island and you can feel his eyes on you. 

“Never need to apologize for spilling a little tea, love,” He says and despite the fact that you’re done cleaning it up, you’re terrified to stand and face him. “Come on, it’s not a big deal. House keeper can get the rest tomorrow.”

His hand moves into your vision and you loosely grasp it as he helps pull you upright. He takes the towel from you, tossing it on the counter beside him.

Your hands grasp your mug again and you take a small sip, using it as an excuse not to look him in the eyes. His shirtless chest catches your gaze before you quickly divert it, not wanting to ogle your (hopefully still) best friend.

“Love—“

“Ni—“

You both start at the same time. You both chuckle and Niall reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck at the awkward silence it causes.

“Let me please,” You say, putting your mug down on the counter and finally meeting his eyes. “Ni, you know I’d never intentionally hurt you right? Everything that I said last night, I just,” You shake your head. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Honestly, I let Elle convince me of things that I should’ve just asked you about and then I had SO much to drink and now I just can’t even believe what came out of my mouth.”

Niall is stoic in front of you, eyes on yours and arms crossed over his chest. The expression on his face is hard to read.

“You’re my best friend. And I don’t know maybe I thought I’d lose you if someone else showed up and took up your time. But that’s so stupid because I know you’d never do that.” Dropping your face into your hands, you sigh deeply before you catch his gaze again. “I feel like the worst friend and you have to know how sorry I am. I truly, truly am so sorry.”

The silence that follows is almost deafening. You take another sip of your too hot tea, trying to help calm the thoughts running rampant in your head. Niall continues to look at you, arms still crossed. He sighs and glances out the window, stretching his neck.

“I just—“ He starts, swiping his hand down his scruffy face. He’s quiet again for a moment, eyes still watching the plants move in the wind outside. “Ya gotta know you can always talk to me, Y/N. In all our years as friends, has that ever changed? But last night...I dunno where all dat came from, but I just don’t want ya to like ya have to wait til ya burst ta talk ta me.” Finally, he looks at you again. This time, his eyes are soft and it’s like looking at your best friend again. “And the fact dat ya let Elle convince ya something was going on? Ya know what she’s like, love. She thrives on all the attention. Still don’t see why you’re friends with her to be honest.”

You chuckle and give a light shrug with one shoulder. Glancing up at him, you give him a hopeful look. His eyes narrow for a moment before he smiles brightly.  

“As if I could ever stay mad at ya, love,” His arms pull you in for a tight hug, your head resting right in the crook of his neck. “Don’t even know where I’d be without ya, you know that.”

Breathing in deep, your mind tells you to memorize this feeling. The way his arms wrap strongly around your waist. How he smells almost like the woods on a crisp fall day. For some reason, you’re still terrified that this could all disappear any moment.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ni,” you respond, hopeful you’ll never have to find out.

The next several days follow a pattern.

Wake up.

Work.

Hang out with Niall and whoever else happens to be around.

Work more.

Sleep.

Niall rehearses with the band and there’s several movie nights so you feel as though the two of you have returned to normal for the most part. Thankfully nobody else mentions your comments, so you assume Niall kept it all to himself. Gerry is the only one who comments on your state of drunkenness, earning himself a boxed ear and a withering glare.

When Niall has to cancel his Mexico City tour date, he’s more than broken up about it. He’s never wanted to have to cancel a date and it’s absolutely killing him.

He’s moody and brooding around the house and even your fake enthusiasm over the golf channel does very little to improve his mood.

You’re trying your best, but it’s hard. You still feel out of sorts from your (sort of) argument that night and you’re doing everything in your power to not say the wrong thing. Despite how hard you try, you can’t forget what he said that night. 

“She’s not the girl I want.”

If Lily wasn’t who Niall wanted, he already had someone in mind. But who? It’s a question that could haunt you for hours on end, so you busy yourself with work and getting ready to head to Brazil.

“Rio De Janeiro! It’s gonna be so amazing, Ni!” You gush, folding another shirt to go in your suitcase. “We can see Christ the Redeemer and hang out on the beach and oh! We could take a helicopter out, wouldn’t that be fun?”

Niall chuckles from his spot on your bed. He’s got his phone in his hand, more than likely trolling Twitter, but he’s still paying you plenty of attention. “Whatever ya wanna do, love. I’m definitely down for some sight seein’. Just excited you’re back on the tour wit us. Missed havin’ ya round.” 

You’re quiet for a moment. With everything that had happened over the last few days, you and Niall hadn’t gotten much of a chance to talk about your going home for the funeral. To be honest, you’d kind of been avoiding the subject. 

“Y/N? ‘M sorry. Didn’t mean ta upset ya,” Niall sits up on the bed and swings his legs over until he’s sitting beside your neatly folded clothes.

“You didn’t,” You protest, carefully folding the shorts in your hand and placing them in the proper pile. “I’m just...I’ve kind of been avoiding thinking about any of...that.”

Niall nods, setting his phone on the nightstand and pulling you to sit beside him. His hands wrap around yours and he sighs deeply, eyes finding yours.

“Ya know I’m always here for you love. Right?” You nod, feeling the sting of tears behind your eyes. “How was it? Bein’ wit your family and all dat?” 

Breathing deep, you shrug. “It was ok. Charlie was devastated. Which I get, I guess. She and David had just really started taking you know? She really wanted to have that relationship with him. If nothing else, she got some time with him.” You clear your throat and fiddle mindlessly with Niall’s fingers. “It makes me wonder if I’m a bad daughter. Because I didn’t want that relationship with him? I was so young when he and mom got divorced and then there was nothing until what? A year ago he finds out he’s really sick and wants to make amends? How is that fair?” 

Niall’s hands still yours and he gives a good squeeze to them both. “Ya weren’t being a bad daughter, Y/N. It had ta be hard tryin’ ta force something you weren’t sold on. Ya tried though, and that’s all that matters in the end. No matter what, I know ya put yourself in it as much as you could. But you’re scared of getting hurt again. Who wouldn’t be? So stop feelin’ like ya weren’t doin’ enough. I know you. Ya never give anything less than all yourself.”

The small smile you flash at him trembles as a few tears roll down your cheeks. And for what’s gotta be the millionth time in your friendship, Niall pulls you in and lets you cry, face buried in his shoulder.

“I’ve got ya, love. Just let it out.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

[the95liner]

03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 1)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin

Genre: Smut, there’s literally no plot yet. 

So, I wasn’t supposed to upload this today. I wasn’t supposed to do anymore series either but @lostinbangtan convinced me to upload it as one part because it builds anticipation. So, here you go, a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia, @war-of-hormoan, & @mlkygguk <3333

I can’t believe I’ve finally resorted to this. You thought, scrolling through the endless videos on PornHub. It had been months since your last sexual experience and you had no one to blame but the enormous pile of pending essays, assignments and midterms. You scrunch your nose, thinking back to the last time you had sex. You and your best friend had crashed one of the frat parties on New Years but that night in general was a blur... You were completely wasted by the end of it. Of course, going to a bar to find some random stranger to fuck was always an option but you simply didn't have the time. 

Tonight however, you really needed to destress because you had requested to meet your teaching assistant, Park Jimin, tomorrow who had basically failed you on an essay that asked for your opinion. How was that even possible? It was your opinion. You felt that might vomit all your sexual frustration and stress on to the teaching assistant who you had yet to meet. Yes, university was very different from High School, you didn't even get to see the person who graded your paper until they had done it. All you were given was a name and a dropbox location to hand in your essay.

So now, here you were sitting in front of your laptop on your bed, in just a really large baggy shirt with absolutely nothing underneath trying to reach an orgasm while watching porn but you were too dry to even try.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared at the stills of various video and humorous titles that accompanied them. None of them caught your eye or even sparked a bit of interest. Most of them were just… dicks. Unflattering, dicks that obviously had gone through some serious enlargements. Just as you were about to give up and fall asleep from your exhausting day, you stumbled across a video-still of a boy. The still did not looked like it belonged on Pornhub but on the cover of a magazine.

As you could only see the upper half of the boy’s body, you could only tell that he was shirtless. He leaned against the headboard of his bed, his head tilted back so that his slender throat was exposed almost invitingly. You desired to accept the invitation and nibble marks all over his flawless skin. His plump lips were parted, and a shade of deep pink, hinting that he had been biting them. His complexion glistened as it was covered with precipitation making you salivate. One of his hands was tangled within his hair while the second disappeared underneath the cut. The absence of anyone else in the still hinted that the boy had been masturbating and when your eyes reached his chest your suspicion was confirmed. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs, a soft groan escaping your lips as your eyes examined the streaks of white across his chest. You licked your lips and quickly clicked on the video before you accident lose it in the vast library of porn.

You wipe you sweaty hands as you impatiently waited for the page to load. You begin to feel your arousal between your legs in anticipation and almost scream at the joy when it finally loaded. The video started with the boy reaching over and adjusting his camera. His lips were curved into a small smile as he settled back against the headboard of his bed. The way he set up the camera made it seem as if you were sitting in between his legs, watching him. He pressed his index finger against his lips, as if he was telling you to be quiet and took off his loose black t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your eyes raked the delicious ripple of of his muscles as he moved.

You squeezed your thighs as he smirked at the camera - well, at you, he hasn't even started yet and here you were already dripping for him. He bit his plush lips and glanced down. You followed his eyes and settled them on the hardened bulge hidden underneath his boxers. He slowly rubbed himself over the flimsy material, his breath catching in his throat. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. You were curious as to what exactly he was imagining because it got him fully erect unbelievably fast. His hand grasped himself over the boxers, the material giving him the friction he needed. He let out a soft groan, his eyes staring at the camera pleadingly. You felt yourself blush at the intensity of his gaze and flicker your eyes to watch his hands. Entranced by the movements, you pondered upon what it would feel like to have those hands pleasuring you instead. 

You licked your lips as he reached inside his boxers and began to stroke himself under the curtain of the material. You felt yourself squeeze your thighs yet again as your arousal leaked from your lips. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and took off his boxers in one quick movement. His cheeks lightly tinted pink as his hardening cock was now exposed to the camera. You felt your mouth water at the slight of his length, you hadn't expected him to be so large and thick, your opening was now begging to be filed with him completely. You eyes wavered between his face, chest and dick, your hands craving to touch any part of him but you couldn't. It was torturous but it was also arousing. You slowly ran your finger tips across your inner thigh, slowly making your way to throbbing centre.

The boy licked his lips and settled his gaze on his own dick, clearly too embarrassed to look at the camera. His embarrassment was unbelievably sexy and his flushed appearance was making you weak. The boy bit his lips and slowly started stroking himself. He parted his lips and ran is hand over the length with only his fingers. You could tell he was very sensitive to any kind of touch, even his own, by the way his breathing escalated and his eyes closed involuntarily. It was apparent that he was denying himself the pleasure of the rough friction he needed for you. His purpose at present was not only to turn himself on, but also to turn you on.

You traced your finger along your opening and prodded at your clit. You spreading your lips as you watched his cock glisten with pre-cum and massaged your sensitive peak with your index and middle finger, teasingly tugging at the the bundle of nerves. You gasped as he suddenly shifted his gaze to the camera and ran his hand along his cock, spreading the pre-cum over his shaft. He licked his lips and gripped his cock tightly with his hand and began jerking at it. He let out a loud moan and threw his head back to rest against the headboard exposing his neck to camera, just like in the still of video.

Your eyes stayed on the angry red head of his cock as his hand enclosed around the shaft to yank at it roughly. His pants grew erratic as his hands increase the pace. You noticed his hips aiding him with each jerk as they thrusted effortlessly into his own hand. He ran his second hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. You unconsciously noted that he seemed to enjoy pain directly at himself. Without further deliberation, you dived your fingers into your leaking heat attempting to climax with your camboy. As his quietened pants, whimpers and moans echoed in your ears you found yourself inserting a second finger.

"That's it baby girl," The boy moaned, causing your breath to catch at the hoarseness of his voice. You slump against the headboard and parted your thighs wider. You entered a third finger into your heat and trailed your second hand under your shirt to tease your hardened nipple. It was as if you were giving him a show as well. The vulgar sounds of your fingers diving into yourself mingling with his pants as he yanked at his cock violently fuelled your desire.

"I'm so close baby," he whimpered, you watched with half-lidded eyes as the boy continued to moan and jerk his cock. His pre-cum was now leaking over his fist was making your mouth water. You wanted his cum in you or even on you. You thrust your fingers faster into your heat you thumb probing your clit and it was as if you were both racing, chasing your orgasms together. Your pants mingled with his. You were so close, you could feel it. Your fingers dived deeper into your throbbing core, curving upward in attempt to hit your sweet spot when suddenly you heard the familiar chime of an email notification from your MacBook.

Your eyes opened wide in shock, the intrusion causing your orgasm to dissipate. You retreated your fingers angrily in attempt to close the annoying notification and go back to your camboy but the email notification had caused your old MacBook to freeze. You couldn't see anything except the email from your teaching assistant saying he was willing to meet with you tomorrow. You growled in frustration pressed down roughly at the power button to shut your MacBook off.

"Fucking Park Jimin," You screamed, as you threw your MacBook across the bed. He completely deserved the storm that was coming at him tomorrow.

[taytayize123]

A Challenge

This was requested by @niallhoranusa Where, Frat Boy Niall is into Y/N but she doesn’t give him the time of day until one night.. 

Rating: Smut 

It was the beginning of freedom for Y/N it was her first day at Uni she was so nervous it felt like there we’re butterflies swimming around in her stomach as she entered her first lecture of the day. It was a business course speciality in marketing which was the field that interested her the most. Her dream was to be a CEO of a large company to create products she herself loved and were proud of. As she sat down in a open seat she begins to take out her laptop, a notebook, and a pen. She was prepared for the day that was one thing she always was which is very organized to the point where sometimes her friends laughed at her lack of adventurous skills. She didn’t care because deep down she knew what she wanted and their wasn’t gonna be anything to get in her way. 

The first, sighting of him was when he sat behind her. She knew he had his eyes on her as his friend talked about the next big football match that was coming up. Niall leans forward and says, “Hey sweetheart do you happen to have a pen?” I giggle at his stupidity like serious it’s the first day of class and you don’t have something to write with what a typical jock. I nicely, handed him an extra pen I had but didn’t say a single word. I could tell he was taken aback by my lack of interest in him because come on he’s a jock he has girls waiting for the chance he looks in their direction but I sure as hell wasn’t gonna be one of them. During, the lecture I could hear his friend whispering jokes about how Niall got burned by a girl the first day of class and if this keeps up he’ll never get laid again. I snicker to myself as I slide down in my seat to start typing up the homework assignment. I had a feeling that this wasn’t gonna be my only interaction with him. The weeks passed by with him attempting to speak to me at any time in class I could see how much he flirted with all the other girls on campus and didn’t want any part of this player type dude he was acting like. Sadly, though we had been spending more time together because we we’re paired up to do a project together which somehow I think he was being sneaky and must have paid off the TA to put us together because our professor said he choose them based on our latest marks on our last chapter test. I scored high earning an A and Niall earned a C+ at best so I knew something was up.. 

After class, Niall and Y/N sat and talked about how they wanted to create this make believe product they had to create and market towards a certain age group. Lucky for us, we got ages 18-24 which are most normal college aged students so we knew that whatever we created we could sell at sport events, party’s, and other events that we happening on campus through out the month. Everything was going pretty well until Niall cancelled the meeting with Y/N to go over plans on the design of said product which was an app that told the user where the best rated bars and clubs were including line wait times, reviews on food, and the overall vibe of the place. In our minds the idea of Yelp but used for the club scene! The meeting was cancelled because Niall had football practice at the time we agreed to meet at instead of just meeting at a different time he had me meet him on the field sitting on the benches with my book bag filled with my laptop, paper designs about how the app will look, and tons of reviews on the bars and clubs near and around campus. He waved at me from the field as I sat down. I frowned giving him a death stare and started typing away to pass the time. Practice ended and he ran up shirtless totally and completely covered in sweat then gave me a hug that was unwanted on my half as I pushed him away giving him this WTF look like dude ew! Not only did I wait a whole two hours for him to finish practice but now he’s only talking about some stupid Frat party his mates were throwing on Saturday and I should totally come and can talk about our project. I glared at him, “excuse me you really think I’m dumb enough to think we will actually talk about the project at some frat party that’s filled with booze, drugs, and half naked girls?” Niall smirks at me. “Yes, we can come on just go we will have a good time! Don’t get you’re panties in a bunch just have some fun for once.” I gave him my best resting bitch face as I agreed because I wasn’t gonna get a shit grade just because this frat boy just wants to party all the time. 

Thankfully, I convinced two friends to go with me not only did I agree to go too his frat houses party but now my friends dressed me to the nines in this body con dress in a beautiful deep midnight blue color paired with a striking pair black stilettos. My deep chocolate brown hair curled perfectly flowing down my back. Make up just enough to bring out my natural features. I was as ready as I will ever be... We entered the huge house. Music blasting at full blast, the smell of pot and boozed punched my nose as I take a deep breathe and walk towards the bar with my friends to grab a drink. Maybe a few seconds goes by as my two friends drift into the sea of people dancing the night away. I sigh knowing this was a dumb idea. Why was I even still here? Yes, that’s right because of Niall who just walked up to me and asked me to “dance” with him. I looked at my two friends who happened to be grinding on two footballers that we’re also friends with Niall their faces filled with excitement and happiness I choose to take the metaphor stick out of my ass and give in and go dance with Niall. He takes my hand and drags me to the middle of the room. He places his hands on my hips as I’m slowly circling my hips against his body beginning to enjoy myself. The song “I’m N Luv (Wit A Stripper) by T-pain comes on the stereo everyone freaking out because this song is still a jam whenever it comes on. I start working my moves on Niall digging my booty against him sliding up and down his toned body that was covered by a pair of cargo shorts, a black v neck tee that showed off his chest hair, and a pair of toms. A typical jock fashion statement but for some reason I didn’t hate him as much as I did when I first met him. Perhaps, it’s the blunt we smoked and the many drinks we downed before even starting to dance with each other. I snap out of my thoughts as I feel Niall lean into my ear and say, “You move your hips like that one more time I will fireman carry you upstairs and show you who’s really in control.” I gulp, feeling turned on so I choose to slow down for a minute but speed up as soon as the chorus of the song started back up. I slide up and down one more time until he threw me off his shoulder and physically removed me from the party. He plopped me down on the bed kissing my lips tasting like vodka and expensive men’s aftershave. I realized I liked it. We soon we making out as I sat on his lap on this bed that I hoped was his. I got ahead of myself and stripped off his clothes until he was sitting their in his Calvin’s looking like a damn model. His chest toned, abs shaped like god craved them himself, and on god, that boy was hiding something huge in those white Calvin’s and I couldn’t stand it anymore until, Niall flipped us over so I was on my back as he removed my dress, bra, and thong I was laying their naked for his pleasure. His eye’s we’re black with lust his once bring blue eyes I knew were gone switched for a midnight blue that matched the dress I use to have on my body that now Niall had total control of and I wanted more. Niall told me I was gonna suck him off I grinned like a child being told their were gonna get ice cream. Funny thing, about ice cream is that when it’s hot it melts well, I got to work I opened my mouth took him in and began sucking lightly well, Niall didn’t want to be teased so he grabbed my hair thrusting himself deep down my throat causing me to gag. He grinned. It got beyond messy fast. Split from my mouth dribbling down my chin mixing with his pre-cum tasted like heaven I was so drunk in lust with this greek god of a man I just wanted all of him no matter how much pain I may have been in. Niall speeds up and says: “ Come on, Sweetheart that’s it you take my cock so well like it was meant to be in your mouth.” “That’s right, you little slut suck until you have tears running down your face because you can hardly breathe cause my big cock is deep down in your throat and soon will be balls deep in you’re wet, warm, and snug pussy I bet right now that’s what you want most hun?” I could feel my own juices running down my thigh as I bit the tip ever so slightly which caused Niall’s hips to buckle and his tasty cum shooting out of his cock deep down my throat coating it as if a chocolate is melting from the heat of your mouth. I open my mouth letting Niall’s cock slip out of my mouth he grabs me and flips us over both of us laying on our backs gaining our breath back and our heart rates slow down he turns to me propping himself up on his elbow smirking at me saying, “Oh sweetheart that was the best blow job I’ve ever had now did you think that I wouldn’t repay the favor? Now, open those pretty legs for me girl now it’s my time to get to hear my name come from those perfectly pouty lips over and over again.” 

[ecotone99]

[SP] Stranger in the Room

Three o’clock in the goddamn morning. As if waking up in a cold sweat gasping for air wasn’t enough, those fucking birds were already at it. “Chirp, chirp. Squawk, squawk. I have no idea that I am ruining the sleep of literally...tens of people,” Laney whispered to herself, hoping that the birds outside would hear. Stupid birds... Honestly. What did they have to say that was so goddamned important? Had she been sitting on the front porch, sipping on a glass of Cab and watching the dogs chase rabbits in the backyard, she would have found the melodic chirps of her fair-feathered neighbors tranquil and soothing. For a quick moment, fragments of a memory raced through her mind. Her memory may have been a bit fuzzy now and again, but for a split second, she felt her lips curl into a smile as she tried to piece together the memory that caused her heart to briefly flutter. But, no. Was this a memory? Or had it just been another dream? All Laney knew was that it was 3:00 in the morning, and despite having just escaped another horrific dream, she valued her sleep. Immediately after waking, Laney felt the early symptoms of a sharp, stabbing pain as it crept from the back of her head, slowly trying its best to escape through her eyes, decimating every nerve in its path. At this point, there was no use in taking anything. Ibuprofen and acetaminophen were a joke. Migraine medicine meant sleeping through all three alarms and being late for work for the eighth time this week. Even in a heavily sedated state, real sleep seemed like a dream. No matter how hard she tried, there seemed to be this never-ending noise in her brain that prevented actual rest. Every waking hour mocked her; she felt as if every conscious moment that ever happened or will happen was happening simultaneously. The resulting noise always played at full volume, reverberating in the back of her mind. It was as clips of her life, past and future, stuck in infinitely vivid loops. She flipped her pillow over in search of the “cool side” and stretched her long legs so that the cool, crisp sheets would soothe her aching body. It was unusually hot in her room. She wanted to take off her tank top and shorts, but now that the headache had begun to shoot through her right eye, the nausea had set in and she began to take intentionally slow breaths. Smell the flowers, blow out the candles. Over and over again, hoping to ground herself enough for another two hours of sleep, but what was the point? With a deep breath, she decided the best course of action was to lose the clothes, get some water, come back to bed, and sleep forever...as long as it was no more than two hours.” Stripping down to her panties, she gulped the water on her nightstand and crawled back into bed, feeling, once again, the fresh crispness of her sheets. Her legs stretched out, searching for Oliver who liked to crawl under the covers and curl into a giant ball of fluff. “Where was he?” she wondered, flailing her legs around in search of his warm body. Nothing. As she sat up to find her dog, the other side of the bed let out a soft snore, which sent the headache shooting through her left eye. Frantically kicking her legs around, searching for the warmth of the furbaby at her feet, she finally felt her foot brush up against his body heat, but it wasn’t furry. It was just--hairy. Quickly plunging her face into the pillow, she stopped flailing about and let out a quiet shriek as her toes felt the warmth of the Stranger under her sheets, The muscles underneath the hair flinched. There appeared to be a human body attached to the hairy leg. It turned over, facing her backside and wrapped the hairy legs around hers. An icy chill ran started at the pain behind her eye and slowly trickled down her spine, freezing every cell into paralysis. Soon, a long, strong arm gently wrapped around her ribcage and pulled her close to him. She heard her muffled shrieks become louder, more noticeable, when she felt his nose nuzzle her as a gentle kiss was placed on the right side of her neck. Some may have found that endearing and romantic. Laney wondered if her lighter and hairspray were within reach, but the panic in her chest was so intense that she couldn’t breathe. The noise in her brain crescendoed, intensifying her headache No. This wasn’t a headache. This was a dream. It had to be. Dream or not, Laney had no recollection of the Big Spoon and as she felt a hardening sensation swelling against her backside, she knew that she must take action. In one swift move she slung her head back as hard as she could and hit that Neck Nuzzler somewhere on his face. “Shit, babe,” said a deeper voice as Laney jumped out of the bed and turned to face him. He was rubbing his upper lip, stroking his beard. Who the fuck is he? What the fuck is going on? If I leap into the air, I wonder if I will fly through the ceiling? Then I would know that I’m dreaming. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember how to ground herself into her present reality. The first thing she noticed was her lamp. Not just a lamp, but the impulse buy lamp that she spent way too much money, justifying the purchase because it came from a thrift store and fit in perfectly with her bedroom decor. Ahhh, next...a queen-sized bed with a yellow, blue, and gray quilt that was perfect for the summer. With her back against the wall, she placed both hands on the cool drywall, allowing herself to physically feel the security of the wall and began to count to ten. She made it to 5 before Beard sat up. In one, swift mood, Laney reached for the lamp. Her lamp. A lamp was as good as any weapon, right? It had worked in some of the 7,000 crime shows that she had watched. Finally, she turned her lamp on, and was overcome with relief that it cut on at all. Surely that meant that this was not a dream. Beard was now sitting up, shirtless, still rubbing his lip, but grinning at her, all the same. Fuck me. Where the fuck did I pick this one up? Laney thought to herself, still utterly confused as to why he was in her bed. Beard seemed to have made himself at home long ago, as she watched him for a second in the dim light of the shitty, thrift store. He turned his head towards her and grinned. That grin, she thought as a warm flood of emotions coursed through her body. Despite feeling like it wanted to explode through her eyeballs, a part of her brain somehow knew that THAT smile brought her happiness. Beard’s grin turned into a smile, displaying a perfect set of teeth and dimples so deep that she saw them through his beard, making its way to his eyes. As that smile lit up his face, suddenly her brain flooded with memories of Beard...wait, her and Beard? Together? “You tryin’ ta kill me, woman?” That stupid smile with those stupid teeth, a brooding and confused Laney thought to herself. No sooner had the thought formed that Beard crawled across the bed to reach for her hand when Laney saw his green eyes sparkle.. She allowed him to take her hand and gently pull her back into bed. Laying her on her back, he gently rolled on top of her, holding himself over her body with his arms. Without another thought, Laney felt her own arms reach up and wrap around his broad, strong shoulders and she stared into his radiant eyes. For a second, it looked as if the light was coming from his eyes, rather than reflecting the light of the Goodwill Lamp. “Nah, not yet, old man,” she snickered. “I’ve got too much emotional energy invested in this.” What the fuck? Where are these words even coming from? I don’t say shit like that! Nevertheless, they rolled off of her tongue and, judging by Beard’s reaction, she apparently said the right thing. With a deep, silly chuckle that only he could pull off, he stretched one leg over her slender body and just stared into her deep blue eyes. Some days, her eyes had the gray-blue hue that made him think of staring at a dark, blue ocean on a cloudy day. Sometimes, they were a soft blue that sparkled with green. Today, they looked of deep, sapphire jewels that seemed to be emanating light, or was it coming from the desk lamp? Every day, her eyes cast a different shade, but as he took in the sight of her, his dimples grew so long and deep that the smile almost made his eyes disappear. God, she hated that smile. She wasn’t quite sure whether or not she hated him. She did, after all, just meet him, and had not convinced herself that it wasn’t a dream. Her guts twisted in knots, and the light coming from his eyes sent a piercing sensation through her own, softly moaning as the pain struck through her left eye. Beard took that moan to mean “lean down and nibble on her ear and caress her face.” He kissed her softly on her neck, and finally made his way down to her bare chest. “Ooh, son. Got gave you that tongue for a damn good reason.” With a breast in his mouth, she felt the tingly vibrations of a chuckle. Before the kissing fest went any further, Laney grabbed his head and kissed it as she looked into his eyes. He stared through hers, causing the piercing sensation to explode through both eyes. Suddenly, she felt cold.

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