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lyciadreamm18 · 1 month ago

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Not Sneaky Enough

Rain showers pouring from the crack of the bathroom door while Trevor washed the day off after his long shift at work.

Leah over on the bed, eager. Patiently waiting for him to shut the door, locking the steam inside with him for pleasure. But that action never happened, so she swung her legs off the bed, sliding her feet into her open toe crocs. With an intentional soft foot, she walked over to the bathroom door, and creeped the door shut herself.

Quickly exiting the room, unlocking her phone in the process of walking down the hallway. Feeling in the clear, she retails a number on her call log, pausing in her footsteps infant of the window., peeping out of the blinds on lookout.

He’d finally picked up the phone

“Daaamn, that nigga don’t wanna freshen up after a long day of construction work-IMMEDIATELY?!!” He snapped playfully, joking on Leahs boyfriend. Leah smacked her lips, releasing the blinds from her finger grip, muggin the phone for a couple of seconds.

“Are you here yet?” She asked

“Yess , lil baby. Been here, bring yo ass on! Aint like you aint never did this before”

“Fuck you..” Leah responded softly, maintaining an almost whisper.

“That’s what you bouta do.. hurry up” he says, you could hear the sarcastic smirk stretch across his face over the phone.

“Im cominggg” Leah assures, hanging the phone up on him.

Quickly, she shuffled to the back, crashing the bathroom space on Trevor. He was still deep in cleaning his body from the day.

“Trev.. Abbies outside, im heading out” Leah lies.

He pokes his head out the shower briefly.

“Okay baby, be safe. Call me if you need me”

Leah nods in agreement, trying to slide out instantly after. Before she could get the door shut, he interfered.

“Dang, no kiss?” He whined, adding an offended laugh at the end.

“Ugh” Leah thought, before forcing a vibe that gave ‘genuinly sorry for almost forgetting your kiss’. She walked in, meeting him at the curtain for him to plant his lips on top of hers. Him not even noticing the disconnect in the kiss, responds

“thank you! See you later”

“Later , babe” Leah forced before exiting the sauna of a bathroom. She quickly swooped ups her intentionally large overnight bag, swinging it over her shoulders as she let herself out.. very prissy like, she clutches her bag tight, hitting a light jog across the street, plopping down in the passenger seat of a car that appeared to be engine off, parked and vacant.

The car quaked quickly behind Leah shutting the door behind her. Exhaling one single breath, she caught eye contact with KEL. He dropped his phone from scrolling. Gripping her bag in her lap, he snatched it up and placed it in the backseat.

“Yeeah, I don’t wanna hear shit, just get my bags.. as you should” Leah teased, completely staying in character, while buckling her seatbelt.

After all of that moving and settling in the seat, when she turned around back forward, she noticed Kel STILL eyeballing her. This caused her to cock her neck, with a hint of eye rolling. She decided to lean forward, bracing her elbow on the center console, using the pal of her hand to prop up her face. Where she still playfully mean mugged Ken.

He wasn’t having it, quickly placing his hand around her neck.

“As I should??” He questions, looking down into her thirsty eyes.

He knew she liked this, and that her pussy was probably throbbing right now. She softly bit down on her lip, eyes going day.

“As you shouldd..” She states, grinning. Folding Key, slowly but surely with her eyes.

Kel couldn’t help it, and obviously goes soft, unable to resist kissing her lips. She puckered up back. Trying to suck the bottom lip off of Kels face. He was taken aback by her sudden aggressiveness, hiking an eyebrow up with his amusement.

“Mmm, im ready for dick daddy” she announces to Ken in secret. He rubs his thumb on her lips once.

“Lets go..” He says, gently unhanding Leahs neck.

The engine cranks, powering on the radio and AC.

ALL WE DO x TREY SONGZ spilled out the speakers. He tossed his phone in the up holder down below between them. Shortly after taking hold of the steering wheel and getting them off that street and to the house expeditiously.

The apartment was blue’d out with LED lights, while the music continued to play low in the background. Sounds of Ken and Leahs lips making love were the only noises loud enough to draw everything else out. Kel was back against the couch, on the floor, while Leahs almost naked body straddled him in the front face to face. Dick print pressed perfectly against her clit as she rocked back and forth while they kissed.

“Mm” Leah exhales, pausing the kiss. Unlatching her arms from around his neck, she grabs the bottle on the ottoman directly next to them.

“Let’s take a shot…a couple shots actually. You know I need liquid courage tryna stuff all that dick in my mouth” Leah blurted. Flicking her tongue.

“Its shell a lot of dick” he amps up, already gone grabbed the bottle from Leah, pouring it into her mouth for her. Leah tilts her head back, throating the waterfall he poured into her. At her limit she curled her neck, cupping the bottom of her mouth for the intended extra spilling.

Kel matched energy, pouring up hisself, lips super wet when he removed them from the bottle.

“Take this shit off” he demanded, getting a feel of her titties on top of her shirt, quicky going a step further to feel them underneath the shirt. Leah being braless, making it that much easier to him to cuff the left one, also giving her nipple a teasing flick with his index finger. She didn’t hesitate to grab her shirt at the bottom, pulling it over her head and off her body. Ken now had both titties in his hands, leaning forward to take turns sucking both the left and right nipple.

Enjoying and feeling her liquor, Leah arches up to embrace his lips and tongue on her titties.

“Fuuuuck,.. you know that shit makes me wet as hell” she softly mumbled, eyes closed, head slightly tilt.

Kels big muscular body doesn’t buckle a bit as he rises them up off the floor, Leah still straddling his waist when he came to his feet. Peeping the lack of effort it took Kel to do that, Leah giggles, being turnt on.

“Soo strong daddy!” She hyped up, loosely throwing hr body on him, locking her arms around his neck again. He proceeded to cuff her legs underneath her thighs, picking her up and bouncing her on his dick for sport. Leah smiles in “yes, yes, yes”

He placed Leah on her feet, stepping back a bit before ordering Leah..

“Take them panties off…right now”

She does as told, pushing them down her legs, then they fell to her ankles.

“Bend over.” He says

She bends.

As he walks up behind her, she’s looking back at him, biting her acrylic nail at the tip.

“Put it innnnnnn daddy” she gave with her facial expression

He palms her pussy from the back, testing the temperature. Then he gently slides 2 fingers in her. Finger fucking her from the back now. She tossed it back, just barely while he curved his fingers perfectly, triggering “mmm”s from Leah.

“Im so sweet baby”

“Yes you aree” Ken says, eyeballing her pussy while his fingers went in and out.

“Why you this wet, hmm?” He mumbles

Pulling his fingers out to taste her pussy, dragging them across his tongue. Leah, looking back, curved to the side, watched, getting more turnt on and ready for him to slide the dick in next. Fuck the head. BUT, against her unspoken thoughts, Kel; with love, pushed her. Knocking her off balance on all 4s. She was now on her back, legs curled on her stomach. He stepped up closer and separated her legs by the knees.

They eyes each other.

Kel reached down to thumb rub her clit.

Leah began to caress her own boobs.

“Enough of this” Kel thought to himself.

Pulling off his shirt, he lowered to his knees, eye level with her pussy now. With her clit poked out, screaming at him, he kissed it once. Then he went all for it. Flicking it with his tongue, before he full-blown started sucking her shit. Leah was into it, moaning and melting away in his mouth. Then her phone began to ring. INCOMING CALL: TREVOR.

Kel pauses on the head.

Leah reaches over to grab her phone.

Kel smacks his lips.

“Don’t do that daddy, hold on.”

“Ian holding on shittt” he states, continuing to eat her pussy.

“Ssss, hold onn” Leah begs. Instead of stopping, Kel just looks up, making eye contact while sucking her clit. Leah exhales, stressed! Then answering the phone.

“Hello?” She answers as normal as possible with Ken still attached to her.

“Babe?!, where the charger to the speaker? The boys bouta come over and this bitch dead” he ask and elaborates instantly.

Training her voice again before answering

“Its..” She got out before pausing abruptly, almost gasping on the phone from Ken playing a dangerous game and inching his dick inside of her. Ken tightened his teeth, then mouths

“You better shut up and take this dick”.. biting down on his lip afterward, inching more of his dick in her.

“It’s by …it’s in the drawer next to the pantry” she finally releases.

“Aite aite bet….you good? It’s hella quiet, that’s not like you or Abbie” he notices.

“Yeah, she’s getting ready. Im on the aux and you called” Leah lies. Immediately biting down on her lip with aggression, wanting to release a moan and catch her breath so bad. Ken was now slowly in and out, in and out, balls deep.

“Oh shit! My bad, aite babe, talk to you later” he ends

“Okay babe, byee” Leah faked before hanging up the phone and carelessly dropping the phone in the crack of the couch somewhere. Now she finally caught up.

“FUUUUuuuckk..” She releases

“Did you just call that nigga baby with my dick in you?” He questioned her. Pulling her by her thighs to the edge of the bed.

“Im sorryy, daddyy” she sang, already prepping to brace his hips.

“Mm-mm” Kel hummed, shaking his head no. taking her wrists and pinning them above her head.

“You finna be sorry” he teased, swaying his hips side to side, digging in her pussy.

“I AM sorryyy” she whined.

Kel starts to drive in her shit.

“Sorry for what?” He questioned, looking down at her. She looks up, giving “im in trouble, punish me daddy”

“Im sorry for calling him baby” she answers

With a good rhythm going, Ken releases her arms.

“Keep your arms up there and you BET not move them, or that’s your ass. You hear me ?” He scolded gently, turning Leah on some more.

“Yesssss” she answers submitting.

He takes it up a notch, pounding her shit a little. She carries out a pretty groan.

“Ah!-ah!-ah!-aahsss!”

“Okayydaddyyyy, I won’t call him baby nomoreee”

He pauses his stroke, deep in her guts. Forcing her to gasp and squirm.

“Yeaa, I know. Ima make sure of it” Ken comeback, pulling out slightly and doing it again.

Leah whined out loud, gripping the couch pillows above her head.

“ssFUCK” Kel grunts, before snatching his dick out of her walls. She exhaled, with a sense of relief. She “mm” in the mist of catching her breath.

“Turn around” Kel ordered, while stepping out of his pants after he dropped them to his ankle. Leah turns around on all 4s, prepping her arch stance, waiting for him to put it back in. She feels the hand of Kel smack her ass. Then softens it over with some rubs. Right after easing the tip in, watching as Leah sat back on it, gently. She found her flow, and started throwing it back. Kel fake pinched her hips, feeding her dick.

“Mm, daddy” she moans, reaching underneath to rub her own clit.

He gives her ass a smack.

“Throw that ass back, mama”. Leah turns up, starting to pussy grip in a circular motion on his dick.

“Yeaaaa, like that”

“Daddy likes that” he moves his hands up to his hips, bracing a stance to throw dick forward nonstop. Hitting the right spots, Leah gets dazed and goes quiet. All you could hear was the swishing of juiciness as he stroked her so intentionally.

She grunts in a whine, “uhhhshit” she whispers to herself. Kel starts to pound her shit.

“mm! mm!! mm!!! mm!!!! Mm!!!!!” Leah moaned getting louder and louder.

“Uh-huh,.. I hear you now baby…..whos your daddy?”

“You daddyy” she answered as her ass and his hips collide.

“Im your what?”

“YOURE MY DADDY!” She projected

“Say fuck that nigga”

“Fuck himmmm”

“Who dick better?”

“YOURSSSS”

“Who eat it better?”

“You dadd, youu..ahhss, im bouta cummm”

After hearing that , Kel crosses his arms, smirking, still giving her all the dick he had.

“Who got you cumming ?? Got that pussy leaking right now?!” He boasted

“You daddy! You daddy!” She moaned loudly as she started to cum. Hard. Kel smiled with his top teeth piercing his bottom lip.

“UHHHHH!!…Fuuuuuhk!” She releases

“Mmmm shit”

Kels hands rose up some more, now fingers interlocked on the back of his head. Feeling the grip of her pussy on his dick was getting things where they needed to be. His head slightly tilted back, followed by the dimming then closing of his eyes. He starts to grunt, flustered in his movements, now redirecting his hands to her ass cheeks again…using them to assure every inch of his dick was wrapped with her pussy.

“Uhhh-uhhh-fuuuuuuck baby” Ken moans a little under his breath. The two moaned together, finishing together.

Kel finally slips out to Leah going limp on the couch. They were both breathless. Breathing heavy trying to catch their breath. Leah quickly tuns on her back, legs again curled on her stomach. They stared at each other. Leah thinking “he really be fucking the shit outta meeee”

“I know you’re hungry….lets go shower, then order some food” he insist, still gripping his hard dick.

“Then ima tear it up again later” he smirks, before reaching for the bottle to get another shot. Leah sucks her bottom lip, then blushes.

“Okay” she responds, leaning up to start heading to the back with him.

But before, skimming the couch for her phone. Not seeing it, so obviously checking the cracks. She felt it and pulled it out.

Then her stomach sank to her ass……..

Noticing her phone counting up. 25:03….25:04…25:05,…. On Trevors number…, had her mouth dropped. She froze in her movements. Slowly bringing the phone up to her face.

“I…I think they’re done bro” was muffled, sounding like on of Trevors friends. INSTANTLY Leah just hung up! Now tap dancing, jumping up and down where she stood!

“Ohmygod,ohmygod,ohmygod,ohmygod” she repeated over and over very fast

“What’s going on?? You straight ?” Ken wondered, making his appearance back in the living room. Leah took a seat on the couch, still butt naked.

“……….we were fucking butt sailing him….for like the last 25 minutes, Kel” Leah explains, words almost stuck in her throat. Kel pauses, gripping his lips, wrinkling them up.

“You’re lying…” he insist. Leah nods no. Lips curled in.

The room was quiet for a whole minute.

“3 months it was a secret…we just weren’t as careful as we thought …..we were not sneaky enough” Ken states.#

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theuniverseawakens347 · 1 month ago

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I’m trying to figure out that I like “ why do you need to have sex with them .. why you just can’t talk” …. Niggas ( erbody) JUST KNOW WHEN YOU COMFORTABLE BEING ALONE. …

Julian Harrell … sophomore ending … after dumbass waste of time Preston … September 2010 … to like 4 months about Dylan Joseph… I’m peeping Harrell but NOT MOVING … Lauren Reese had a back to school party n Dylan and I talking but not moving Jacob tryna press.. but I already friend zoned you … we got tacos ya niggas said we fucked. NO LAURYN THATS YOU. - why you tryna fuck Justin for Valentine’s Day WHEN YOU KNOW IM DATING HIM… n why ya sexting him WHEN BITCH I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU … - THATS weird thirsty bitch. … Alexis or India love lique

… anyways break up w Dylan… some parties happen… layfette first time me n ju buss down ( also Lauryn became a “friend” to fuck my pickings … okay girl code 🧐) … anyways … liking photos … short hi convo in person at parties I did attend … cypress you happened in summer … Julian you like April may ish… maybe March. But the ballerina from immaculate heart I used to lyrical dance w.. her house party.

Lauryn we planned to sleep at UR HOUSE I told MY PARTENTS but YOU DIDNT secure that location … so Julian we flirted sit on ya lap … n yeah “ nigga we need to go” … GET OUT OF HERE ELDERS IM BEING A VERBAL SLUT*** …. Anyways we went some where to try n do but Lauryn n YOUR FRIEND TRACY tagged along… they banged in my car we took a view park walk maybe popped a wheelie ..anyways we ended up spending the night at Tracy house off the tracks down slauson… on a blow up bed NOTHING HAPPENED .. a bitch really didn’t sleep that night cause like … IDK THIS NIGGA THIS NOT WHAT I PLANNED FOR LAURYN … I ain’t even get my dick … so the next day I drop Lauryn off ( also bitch ur weird we left like 4/5 am and slept in the car in ladera bc WHY WE CNT GO TO UR HOUSE AFTER YOU SAID WE CUD SLEEP THEE … n lee weird I hate her) … so it gets to like whatever time drop yo weird ass off .. ( we slept by Jordan’s ferg or text to see if we cud hang out … weird make sense why now LAURYN FUMBLE ASS ) … but shower whatever ju hits me and I ran my ass over there ..

then ya killed the vibe “ you got a condom”

…. Nigga YOU GOT THE DICK TF YOU MEAN… IDK YA SIZE HO… - THATS weird IM THE LOCK YOU DA KEY HOW YA NO BRING THE MISSING PIECE … who went to the gas station… ALSO KJ WHY YA WALK IN KNOWING HE HAD A BITCH OVER … - ur weird lucky not much was going on then… - condom broke “ was it the base or bottom!? “ ummm “ idk base!?” … fixes hair “ okay I’m on birth control” 😶…. Did that VERY NEXT DAY of losing my vCard…. Asked Lee to take me “ why I’m having sex and WANA be safe”

BUT AT 15 before locking in on Justin you telling me I need to wait til 18 … I said “ WTF ima lose it at 16” - I PLANNED THAT BITCH IMA DO IT IMMIN HIGH SCHOOL NOW ITS FINE NIGGAS… YA GOT ME AT AN ALL GIRL SCHOOL. TF YOU MEAN 18.

when you was hoing at 16 meeting elder men n the park sneaking out the house - LEE TRYNA BE A MOM BUT STILL MAKING PREE TEEN MISTAKES THRU ME … why I gotta be responsible I WANA hoe two 🙂 since ya WANA out do each other thru ya kids. 🐈💺💋♿️

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genshinwritings · 4 years ago

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Childe x fem!Reader NSFW

Word Count: 6108 Warning: Mature Content 18+, spicy smut A/N: It was so long so I decided to make an own post for this request. I’ve been staring at my screen for the last 7 hours, my brain is dead now, hahah. I don’t own any of those words anymore as soon as I post it--- just joking Enjoy it! ♥

Liyue was a beautiful city to say the least, always crowded with different people, full of culture and there was always something new for you to learn every day. Most people were staying in the city for only a few days, perhaps because of business appointments or just to visit their family which lived there, yet you rarely saw the same face twice. Within only a few days you had gotten to know all the people that lived there or those who were visiting Liyue for a longer time.

You had been assigned to look for a certain person in Liyue but up until now they hadn’t shown up, leaving you with a lot of free time and almost nothing to do. You spent most of your day simply strolling through the city with nothing to do, greeting the different people here and there, before returning to your hotel room the evening.

A few weeks ago you had met Childe, a member of the Fatui. You had been careful around him since the day you found out about his affiliations, not wanting to get too close to him. After spending some time with him you really had to admit that he seemed like a nice and outgoing man which caused you to lower your walls of self defense. He had been staying in the city for a longer time as well and since everyone usually disappeared again after two or three days, the two of you decided to stay in contact, just in case.

You noticed him often waiting in front of the hotel you were staying in and whenever you went out, he would instantly be by your side with his usually flirty grin on his lips. He would make a remark about how destiny keeps pushing you two together, though you knew that it was nothing like that.

Over the past couple weeks he had often asked you to go on a date with him but you had always told him that you’re not interested in a relationship or anything like that, you simply did not have the time for it. He would always smile cheekily and brush it off like you had not said anything at all before taking you somewhere to get some food.

In the end it would always end up the same, before you even have a chance to ask for the bill, the waiter will tell you that your partner already paid for you. Childe will smile cheekily at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you out of the restaurant.

Whenever you tell him that he should not make anything up in his mind, he will laugh and tell you that he would never do something like that and that it’s you who should be careful not to fall for him. You almost hated yourself for liking this guy; he was a flirty narcissist but at the same time an utterly lovable and romantic man. The way he was talking and acting around you won you over every time.

Childe has always treated you like a princess, causing your feelings for him to grow even stronger, even though you always told yourself that it was a mistake.

Your day started off like any other day, you got up and went out to grab a cup of coffee at the harbour before strolling around and returning back to the hotel in the evening.

A faint smile formed on your lips upon seeing Childe already waiting for you in front of the building as you arrived. “You’re always missing me so much, aren’t you?” You said with a teasing voice while approaching him, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

Ocean colored eyes focused on yours, a cheeky smile forming on Childe’s lips upon hearing your words as he lightly shrugged his shoulders. “Aren’t you sure that you’re not the one who’s missing me all day?” He replied just as teasingly while tilting his head to the side, looking innocently down at you.

He already knew that he was right because of the way your cheeks colored in a light pink and the way you tried to avoid his eyes. “Stupid..” You muttered as you gently nudged his shoulder before sighing defeated, signaling him to follow you as you walked towards the entrance of the hotel.

The lobby was crowded as usual in the evening. Many people would arrive in Liyue in the evening or at night with the ship and look for a place to stay in, mostly resulting in the city being fuller during the night than during daytime. You were happy that you had been staying at this hotel for a while now, you knew all the people who worked there and everybody knew you, it was almost like a second home to you.

When you and Childe reached the elevator you pressed the button for your assigned floor while another sigh left your lips as you leaned back against the wall. “I somehow love Liyue for being so crowded at night but at the same time, I kinda hate it.” You mumbled while looking up at Childe who was standing behind you, leaning back against the wall as well while staring up at the ceiling.

“It’s good when it’s full and crowded, people tend to mind their own business then and won’t get involved with anything else.” He replied calmly while shrugging his shoulders, pushing his hands into the back pockets of his pants.

You never got to know the exact reason why Childe was staying in Liyue, you had never asked him about it but you also got the feeling that if you were honest with yourself you would not want to know about it. Being a member of the Fatui and all, his reason to stay here could never be a good one.

You were startled when a small ‘ping’ signaled you that you had arrived at the tenth floor, the doors of the elevator opening. You went out first, feeling Childe’s presence close behind you as you slowly trotted over to the door of your room, your fingers fumbling around in your pockets as you were looking for the keycard.

“Why are you even here now? Couldn’t find me in town in the afternoon?” You asked Childe playfully as you unlocked the door, gesturing him to walk in first before following him inside.

You kicked the door shut behind you before taking off your jacket and throwing it over the next chair that was standing around.

Childe watched you amusedly as you made your way to the kitchen, taking out two glasses from the counter before placing them in front of you. “Do you want to drink something?” You asked him while holding up a bottle of Dandelion wine, a mischevious smile on your lips. It was the only thing you were able to offer him besides normal water, you were living on your own the whole time and that clearly showed when looking at your belongings and provisions. “It would be a shame to deny that offer.” He laughed lightly as he entered the kitchen behind you, leaning against the counter while watching you pour the glasses of wine.

“Other than that I’m here because… I don’t know. I guess, I thought it would be more fun to spend some time with you rather than sit alone in my hotel room all night. Perhaps I also knew that it was your plan to drink some wine today and perhaps it’s not very gentleman like to let a woman drink on her own.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, laughing at his comment before turning towards him, handing him a glass of wine. His eyes deeply focused on yours.

You could swear that you saw a glint in his eyes, a playful one which was practically begging for you to continue his game. “I see, I see. Since when are you a gentleman though?”

“I’ve always been a gentleman, have I ever done anything to you that would prove me different?”

You took a sip of your wine, gently laughing it off. Indeed he had never done anything that would make him look like an asshole; he was always nice around you and treated you for food, he always made sure that you were feeling good and happy and at night he always made sure to walk you home.

The only not so gentleman like thing that came to your mind was Childe sometimes suggesting you to ‘go and have some fun together’ in the evening or late at night, even though he had never showed any intention of getting closer to you.

You were suspecting before that he was always joking during those moments, but with time passing you noticed him occasionally making remarks like that, intending that he wanted to become more physical with you.

You were absentmindedly sipping on your wine, a small shock running down your spine when Childe’s arm wrapped around your waist. He was guiding you towards the balcony that was connected to your room, opening the glass door before stepping out into the cold night air, pulling you along with him. Underneath you were crowded streets, lots of people passing by while the shoplights illuminated the small town. Liyue had it’s own charm, you had to admit that.

You swirled the wine around in your glass while biting your lower lip, thinking about an accurate response to his question. “I think you somehow are a gentleman but.. at the same time you aren’t?”

You shrugged your shoulders, taking another sip of your wine as you heard Childe’s footsteps behind you. You were expecting him to stand next to you, to watch the people beneath you but instead you were startled when you felt his hot breath at the nape of your neck. Gently he swung his arms around you from behind, one hand holding his glass while he placed his other hand on the railing in front of you.

“Care to explain that..?” Childe spoke with a low voice, faking a confused undertone before pressing a faint kiss to the crook of your neck.

“I’m always courteous when I’m around you, I never do anything you don’t like…”

You could feel his hot breath on your ear, a cold shiver running down your spine as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “It’s just..” You started to whisper, swallowing your words as he nibbled gently on your earlobe, his addicting scent rising to your nose.

“You are a gentleman..” You started again, taking a careful sip of your wine before continuing to speak. “… but you’re also intimidating, mysterious and somehow a dangerous person.”

“I see..” Childe laughed softly before leaning himself against you, your back pressing against his broad chest while your abdomen pressed against the cold railing. He took a sip of his wine, his other hand slowly wandering to your waist.

He enjoyed your clueless reaction, the way you did not do anything to stop him and the way your body shivered against his. The effect he had on you was immense and he certainly knew that, he loved playing little games with you.

You took a deep breath before turning around in his arms, staring up into his sapphire colored eyes. There was this glint inside them, the one that always showed when he was about to make a stupid joke about getting physical, yet it was different this time. He did not say anything, he simply stared down at you before his free hand cupped your cheek gently.

“Are you afraid of me right now?” He asked you huskily, his thumb carefully brushing over your lips while he smirked evilly. Everything inside you was screaming not to give in, that it’s wrong to get to close to him, but your body and the building desire inside you were taking control. There was a faint blush on your cheeks as you tried to avoid his eyes, him quickly reacting to catch your chin between his thumb and index finger to make you look at him.

“I asked you, are you afraid of me?”

Childe leaned in closer to you, slowly tilting his head to the side while his lips hovered right above yours. You could feel his breath on your face as the he spoke, your knees slowly turning weak as you thought about how to frame your answer. “Right now, I could never. There is no reason for me to be afraid.”

He chuckled. “If you knew what I would like to do to you right now, you would be afraid, I’m sure, babe.” The way that petname slipped over his lips made you moan quietly against his mouth. It send a tingly feeling right down to your core, leaving you wanting for more.

Upon hearing that sound Childe withdrew himself from you, gently taking your glass from your hand before moving to place them aside. You felt the heat rushing to your face as he turned back to you, both of his hands gently placed on your waist while he stared down at you.

You could feel your heartbeat drumming in your ears as you tried to avoid his eyes, your hands gripping onto the railing behind you to gain some strength of posture. You faked a small laugh, wanting him to know that you were not this easy to break, even though you certainly craved for him to touch you.

“I don’t think there’s anything that would make me be afraid of you, Sir.” You spoke teasingly, making sure to emphasize the last word. Inhaling deeply you searched for the courage to stare back up at him, a small innocent smile forming on your lips.

Childe couldn’t help but to smile as well, he was seeing right through your schemes, knowing all too well that you were playing all this confidence in front of him. The way your body reacted to him, the way he could easily make you feel bothered and worked up, he knew that he had this effect on you and he would love to play a game with you, especially because he noted that challenging undertone when you addressed his title.

His hands slowly wandered from your waist down to grab your butt firmly in his hands, his body pressing against yours again. His building arousal pressed against your lower abdomen as he leaned slowly closer to whisper in your ear again. “I would love to turn you around right now and rub my cock against that nice perky ass of yours..”

He squeezed your butt again, pressing a small kiss to the shell of your ear. “I would love to bend you over this railing and fuck you hard, til you can’t help but to scream my name anymore, letting all those people down there know it.”

You felt yourself shivering, his words echoing through your body and leaving a trail of desire behind. His words translated to an image in your mind right away, the thought of getting caught looking oh so seductive to you. “There’s still nothing to be afraid of..” You teased him, one of his hands sliding up to your lower back while his other hand cupped your cheek gently again.

He pulled himself from your ear to look at you, his lips brushing gently over yours as he smiled, his face only centimeters apart from yours. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

With those words he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a short kiss, a soft mewl leaving your lips as you did not even have the time to cherish that feeling of his lips on yours when he separated himself from you again.

Your placed your hands shakily on his chest, holding onto the fabric of his grey jacket as he laughed lowly, seeing all your confidence you faked a minute ago leaving your body already. “I want to know how good your lips feel around my cock.. which sounds you make when I fuck your throat relentless. I bet you’re such a good girl but right now you’re just too stubborn.”

You licked your lips at the thought of it, your reaction not staying unnoticed by him as his lifted your chin up with his index finger to make you look at him. “I want to break you..” He whispered lowly before slamming his lips against yours for a sloppy and passionate kiss, his arousal rubbing against your lower body as you pressed yourself against him to intensify the kiss.

The way his tongue skillfully poked your lips apart caused you to moan, your fingers starting to fumble around with the buttons of his jacket. His taste was addicting, the way his tongue caressed yours as he dominated the kiss. Carefully he slung an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding from your chin over your throat down to your chest. You were willing to let yourself fall into pleasure, to give in to him and you knew that if you did not stop him now, there would be no going back anymore.

Childe pulled away from you shortly to take a breath, watching your hands undo the buttons with a grin on his lips. “Eager, aren’t we?”

He let you continue with your actions as he moved to press small kisses on your neck, another small moan leaving your lips as your hands finally found their way to his bare chest. Your fingers ghosted over his well toned muscles, his skin burning underneath your palms.

His breath hitched as your fingers wandered over his chest, towards his broad shoulders, gently pushing the fabric back. You could feel him grin against your neck, his hands letting go of you to help you get rid of his jacket along with his gloves. A small yelp slipped past your lips as Childe bit down on the soft skin at the crook of your neck, his hands slinging around your body again to hold you close.

His warm skin was burning against you and the only thing that was running through your mind was the thought of what his bare form felt like against yours, what it felt like to get touched by him, to get dominated.

Your hands shivered as they went to explore his broad shoulders, his muscles constricting underneath your touch. You couldn’t help but to moan, knowing that all this was still part of his teasing. “Childe..” You murmured but he didn’t react, gently sucking on the skin of your neck. You were sure that he was leaving a hickey, one that you would surely have to hide but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

“Sir..” You spoke with a shaking his voice, his teeth sinking in to your flesh again before he groaned lowly in your ear. “That’s right, call me Sir.” His hands found their way to your butt again, firmly squeezing your rear before he lifted you up against him. A surprised sound left your lips as your legs wrapped around his middle, his eyes focusing on yours as he smirked.

The way he was looking right now was so utterly sexy to you, lusty eyes glancing up at you, his hair slightly messy and his upper body bare. You leaned in to catch his lips in another seductive kiss as Childe slowly walked back inside with you, making sure not to break the kiss. He made his way towards the bed that was placed in middle of the open room, throwing you on the mattress in front of him.

He licked his lips while watching you as you crawled to the edge of the bed, carefully sitting on your knees as you glanced up at him with innocent eyes. “What can I do for you, Sir..?”

Childe gently caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips as he absentmindedly spoke to you. “Open up that pretty mouth of yours.”

The way he spoke, low and huskily send another spark through your body, leaving you hot and bothered while a needy moan left your lips.

You tried rubbing your thighs together to gain some kind of friction as you opened your mouth, complying to his words like a decent girl. “What a good girl you are..” He whispered while holding out his index and middle finger in front of you, his other hand sliding over your cheek. “Now suck them..”

Slowly you leaned forward to wrap your lips around his finger, the light salty taste making you moan. Your tongue swirled around his dry fingers as you slowly started to move your head back and forth, never breaking the eye contact as you tried to take them in as deep as possible. “Oh, aren’t you a good one?”

Childe spoke amused before laughing shortly. The power he had when it came to you gave him an insane pleasure and the way you were complying to his demands left him almost speechless. Though there was still one thing that was bothering him big time. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, his voice harsh as he spoke. “Take your clothes off. Now. “

You were shivering in anticipation, wanting to feels his hands on your body again or his fingers in your mouth but you knew that this was only the beginning.

You rubbed your thighs together while slowly grabbing the hem of your shirt, your cheeks flushing in a crimson red shade as you slowly pulled it up and over your head. Childe’s eyes lingered on you, watching your actions oh so carefully as he bit down on his lip.

You were so turned on by him and so was he, his pants becoming immensely uncomfortable as he watched you undoing your bra. You let the piece of fabric slide down from your shoulders, your nipples hardening due to the surrounding cold as you tossed the bra away.

“Fuck..” You heard Childe mumble under his breath as he slowly stepped closer to the bed. He pressed his hands against your shoulders and forcefully pushed you down against the mattress, one of his knees pressing between your legs so you spread them open for him, while his lips hovered above yours.

“You’re wasting so much fucking time.. but it’s so nice to watch. I’ve imagined this before..” He spoke lowly while placing is hand on the side of your breasts, pressing against the skin to make them jiggle in his hands.

“But seeing it in reality is so much better, don’t you think?” His thumbs brushed over your perky nipples, sending a shock right down to your core as a throaty moan slipped past your lips. His lips pressed against yours gently to make you shut up, his hands kneading your soft mounds as his tongue invaded your mouth.

You couldn’t help but to groan softly as he ground his hips against yours firmly, the friction making you feel lightheaded as you instantly wrapped your legs around his middle. Childe pulled away from you, his breathing heavy as he pressed a small kiss to your collarbone before moving to face your breasts.

“So soft.. and beautiful.” He whispered lowly while rubbing his thumb over your sensitive nipple, teasing your other breasts with his tongue. Sensually he swirled his tongue around your hardened bud before sucking it into his mouth, lightly nibbling on it before releasing it again.

Your back arched up, your bare tummy pressing against his chest as you moaned loudly, a light chuckle leaving his lips. He pushed you back down against the mattress with his free hand, biting down on your nipple again while pressing his hips against yours. “Sir…” You muttered incoherently, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders as he moved his mouth to suck on your other nipple, nibbling on biting on the skin while his hands keeps pressing you down.

You yelped from the pain upon him becoming harsher with his bites and nibbles, your hips rolling up against his to somehow make him move. “What do you want..” He whispered against your skin, lustful eyes staring at you while he squeezed your chest.

Slowly he scooted up to sensually lick over your lips, a small groan leaving his lips as you darted out your tongue to meet his. You leaned in to kiss him but he was quick to pull away. He sat up in front of you, his hands sliding from your chest to your tummy down to your hips.

Skillfully he undid the button of your pants, smiling satisfied as you raised your hips without a need for his command. He grabbed the hem of your pants and underlying panties, carefully sliding them down your thighs in one go, humming softly as you raised your legs to help him take them off of you.

He watched you hungrily as you spread your legs wide in front of him, a small blush on your cheeks as you glanced into his eyes. “Touch me, Sir..”

You felt the burning desire pool in your stomach as you held your legs up high to give him a better view of your body, your eyes filling with a tint of neediness.

Slowly he reached out, his cold hand wandering down your lower body as you arched your back, moaning as his index finger came in contact with your clit. “Like this..?” He asked teasingly, sliding his fingers through your wet folds before inserting one finger inside you.

“Or do you want me to touch you like this..” Childe pushed his finger in and out of you slowly, a smile on his lips as he leaned down to flick his tongue against your clit. Your back arched as you moaned out his name loudly, your hands grabbing onto the soft fabric underneath you as you tried to scoot away from him.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He muttered and grabbed your hips quickly, throwing your legs over his shoulders while looking up at you. He leaned in again, his tongue sliding over your wet slit before he moved his hands closer again, this time inserting two fingers into your wetness.

He sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive bud while quickly and forcefully thrusting his fingers in and out of you, wet sloppy sounds echoing through the room.

You screamed out in pleasure, tilting your head back as you felt yourself getting close to your release faster than ever. Normally it took you much longer than that to get this riled up but with Childe’s skilled fingers and mouth, it was as easy as sliding down a hole.

You closed your eyes shut, your womanhood clenching around his fingers as he quickly pulled himself away from you, leaving you gaping and gasping for air. Your body was shivering out of pleasure as you tried to somehow gain a relieving friction by rubbing your thighs together but Childe’s firm grip on your thighs was strong.

He moved up from the bed while watching you lustfully, your eyes following his hands as they moved to unbutton his pants.

You were licking your lips eagerly while imagining the size of his cock and the way it would taste like in your mouth, crawling closer to the edge again with shaking legs. “Lay down on the edge, head down..” He grumbled while pushing his pants down to his ankles, quickly kicking them off while watching you.

Your eyes were focused on the bulge in his boxers, the way his member stood proud and tall against the fabric, leaving only a few things to your imagination. You quickly complied and rolled over on your back again, your head placed over the edge of the mattress as you glanced up at Childe while opening your mouth, sticking out your tongue playfully.

“Such a good girl, already opening up..” He muttered while pushing his boxers down to reveal his arousal to you, quickly managing to take them off before stepping closer to you. You licked your lips absentmindedly as you stared at his erected cock, standing proud in a curve, a small drop of precum sliding from the tip down its shaft.

Childe moved closer to you, one of his hands gently placed at the back of your head as he pushed down his cock and inside your mouth. He groaned huskily, the feeling of your lips around his cock being so much better than he had imagined it before.

You tried to relax as he started to move his hips carefully back and forth to thrust in and out of your mouth, all the while staring at you. Your eyes became teary, your hands grabbing onto the soft sheets next to you. “You’re taking my cock in so nicely..” He mumbled while pulling out his cock almost completely from your mouth, chuckling as you quickly gasped for air. “What a good filthy slut you are.”

You moaned against his member as he thrusts himself completely in your mouth again, his movement slowly becoming rougher and harder with every thrust.

The way your throat vibrated against his arousal made him growl, the sounds of you choking on his dick being music to his ears. He quickened his pace, one of his hands slowly making its way to your throat, his fingers tenderly wrapping around your neck.

You mewled softly against his cock as he put pressure on his fingers, the feeling of him choking you sending a tingly feeling through your body. For him it was one of the best things he had ever felt, your mouth around his cock and the way your throat tightens when he chokes you.

You nudged his thighs as you tried to pull away from his touch, the need to breathe in fresh air becoming unbearable. As he released his hand from your throat, he pulled himself out of your mouth once completely, moaning due to the sight of you heavily breathing in front of him, your chest heaving quickly up and down.

The moment he released you you felt more than lightheaded, all the blood rushing back inside your brain as your insides clenched on nothing so hard it hurt. “Please..” You murmured defeated, your words only earning a small laugh from Childe. “Please what..?”

“Please, fuck me, Sir.” You spoke, looking up at him with tears eyes as you slowly crawled to sit on your knees again. The sight of you was more than beautiful to him, the way your lips were plump and swollen, your teary eyes from fucking your throat and the pleads that were leaving your mouth. He could have fallen for you right at that moment.

Gently, he cupped your cheeks in his hands to press a faint kiss to your lips, your body shivering from the excitement. Your skin was on fire, your core so sensitive that it just needed a light touch of his to make you cum right there. One of his hands wandered to your throat again as he pulled you up from the bed, his other hand slinging around your waist as he deepened the kiss while dragging you towards the door of the balcony.

His movements were growing impatient, his grip surely going to leave a mark on your throat tomorrow but you couldn’t care less. When the cold night air hit your bare body, a dry moan left your lips. Childe smiled against your lips before pulling away from the kiss, his hand sliding from your throat up the nape of your neck, before grabbing a handful of your hair, pulling you backwards.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? I think everyone needs to see what a good girl I have right here.” You could feel the cold railing press up against your bare ass, as he yanked your hair back causing you mewl. “Leave that mouth open for me.” He whispered and you complied to him, your hands pressing against his chest as you looked up into his eyes, sticking out your tongue. He caressed your cheek gently before grinning, spitting in your mouth while watching you with lazy eyes.

You swallowed it before a small groan left you, the taste of his saliva being something that was addicting to you.

A small action that turned you on so much and made your legs shake. “Such a good girl.. Now to the fun.” He said, his voice almost sounding like he threat as he grabbed you by your hips, forcefully turning you around and pressing you against the railing.

You could see the crowded streets underneath you, lots of people passing by which could possibly see you but your rational mind had left you long ago. “Sir, please give it to me..” You moaned out, not caring about your surroundings in any kind of way as you felt him move up behind you, his arousal pressing against your ass.

His hands moved to your butt again as he massaged each cheek, jiggling them around with his cock placed between them. “It’s really sad.. I’ve also imagined what it’s like to fuck that sweet little ass of yours.” Childe leaned closer so he could whisper in your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. “But I guess, I’ll leave that for the next time.”

With those words his hands grabbed onto your hips, carefully positioning himself at your entrance before eagerly pushing himself inside you.”Fuck.” You hissed loudly, your hands holding tightly onto the railing as his cock stretched your insides, your mind feeling hazy.

A low groan left his lips as he stayed still inside you for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your tight pussy around him, clenching him with so much need and desire, leaving him wanting for more. He pulled himself out completely, his eyes focused on his cock as he slammed himself back inside, repeating this action at a quick pace.

“Sir, please, fuck me good.” You almost screamed out, biting your lips hard to suppress any more sounds, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing above the heads of the passengers.

You could feel him chuckle beside your ear, his hand finding its way to your throat again as he pulled your back up against his chest, quickly thrusting himself in and out of you at a merciless pace. “Let me hear your beautiful voice.” He moaned out, his free hand wandering down between your legs to rub your sensitive clit.

Several filthy sounds slipped past your lips, your eyes widening due to the immense pleasure. “Childe.. “ You moaned out, your hips moving back against his to meet his thrusts, a hot burning feeling slowly building up in your abdomen.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, breathing heavily as Childe pushed roughly in and out of you. A small scream left your lips as you grabbed onto the hand that rested between your legs, your nails digging into his skin as you walls clenched around his cock.

Childe was swearing next to your ear, his pace not dying down as you came hard around his cock, feeling his own pleasure building up inside him. “Shit..You’re so beautifully tight.” He moaned, not even thinking about giving you a minute to calm yourself down from your orgasm.

His hand continued rubbing your clit, the over stimulation sending almost sending you over the edge right again.

Childe’s fingers slowly tightened around your throat, his pace slowing for a few seconds as you felt like you were about to pass out. He slammed himself back inside you as he felt his own orgasm slowly building up. “Cum for me again, babe.” He whispered huskily, releasing your throat from his grip, the blood rushing back into your brain, the pleasure inside you burning hot as you came a second time.

The way your walls clenched so wonderfully tight around his cock drove Childe crazy, his thrusts becoming harder again, his breathing uneven as he bit harshly down on your shoulder.

Another loud moan left your lips as Childe pulled himself out of you, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he pumped his shaft quickly up and down. A loud groan left his throat as he came over your ass, gently slapping his cock against your skin, coating it with his cum.

“You’re incredible..” He muttered as he came down from his height, your body shivering and your legs weak as you leaned over the railing, trying to catch your breath.

He laughed softly while watching you, gently caressing your side while still panting slightly. “Shall I take you back inside?”

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passport-guardian-benrey · 3 years ago

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Comic' nightmares

A story written with @neon--nightmare as Fresh, about 11 Year old Comic having a nightmare and Fresh having to deal with that

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Comic woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, their breathing is a bit uneven, they're shaking and tears are streaming down their cheekbones, they tried wiping them away, after that they found their glasses and got out of bed, the small skeleton slowly went towards Fresh' room

In the pitch blackness, Fresh creaked one eye open wearily, his single pupil setting a faint white glow across his face. The parasite sat up and rubbed his eyes, not bothering to reach for his shades for now. He’d just been fast asleep, dreamless, for once, so he couldn’t imagine what had woken him up, but... Fresh had an inkling as to why, and he usually trusted his instincts.

Silently, Fresh stood up, lifting his glasses from his beside, and slipping them on as he went. He opened his door, took a step... and quite literally bumped into Comic, catching himself by surprise.

”C-brah?”

Comic looked up at him, They look scared, they wiped the tears from their face again, "I-I . . ." They started crying more.

Fresh mentally froze. He’d had a sense something was wrong with Comic, but... Crying??? He didn’t know how to deal with crying! But, obviously Comic wasn’t hurt, so... Yeah, never mind, not actually bad. Fresh crouched down on one knee, casting his mind back to what he’d seen other people do on TV.

”Hey... What’s wrong, lil broski? Somethin’ happenin wit’ ya?”

"I-I h-had a n-nightm-mare . . ." Comic said it while wiping their tears again, their voice was cracking.

”Shhh, shhh.” Fresh wiped a tear off Comic’s cheek, and flicked it away.

”It’s aight, C-dawg, I’m here, I’m here. Ya know it ain’t... Real, yeah? No point ta worryin’ all up about things that ain’t gonna happen.” Of course, Fresh neglected to mention his own nightmares, and how he sometimes snapped awake in a cold sweat, silently heaving for air. That was dumb, and hey, it wasn’t real! Fresh trusted Comic as much as he was capable of, but he still wasn’t in the habit of giving out his... ‘weaknesses’ all willy-nilly.

Suddenly Comic hugged Fresh, hiding their face in Fresh' clothes, "Th-they h-hurt me a-again . . . it h-hurt s-so m-much . . ." They're still shaking.

Fresh frowned, the letters on his glasses flickering briefly, before he wrapped his arms around Comic in turn, rubbing his back. Yeah, this may have been... more than he’d signed up for.

”Hey, hey. Dey ain’t here any more, lil brah. ‘S just you an me, yo! Jus’ all up Fresh an’ Comic, see! Nobody else here.” He went to rub Comic’s head, and thought better of it at the last moment; yeah, if he still thought his bullies were in the house with him, best not to go near the wound they left. Fresh felt a slight twinge in his gut, at that, but shoved it away.

”’Ey, I got a RADICAL idea, homeslice!! How ‘bout we all up go on a walk o’ da place, just ta up an PROVE dey ain’t here?? An’, ya know, even if some unfresh burglar-brah is here ta steal all ya snacks, I’M here ta protect ya~!!” He grinned down at Comic, lifting up his shades with one hand to give a wink.

"O-okay . . ." Comic is trying to calm down, they're still a bit shaky

In one swift movement, Fresh scooped Comic up in his arms, bridal-style, and his grin widened. ”C’mon, C-dawg, lead da way! Where ya wanna go first?”

After a brief moment, he added, ”We can walk an’ talk at da same time, by da way. If ya want~!”

Comic flinched a bit when they were picked up, "B-back to m-my r-room f-for now . . ."

That caught Fresh a bit off guard for a moment, but he managed to mask it quickly, barely letting a shred of surprise cross his face.

”Aiiight, back ta da room it is!! You’re da bus driver here, ya ridin’ on da FRESH EXPRESS! <3” And with that, still carrying the smaller skeleton, Fresh skipped his way back to Comic’s room, oblivious to Comic’s discomfort.

Comic is holding onto him, when they entered the room, the small skeleton looked around and wanted to be put down when they saw their scarf

Fresh set Comic down gently, still keeping a close eye on him. ”Dere ya go, lil brah, go get it. Ya feelin’ any better now?”

Comic took the scarf and wrapped it around their neck, then they went back to Fresh, "a little b-bit . . ." They're not crying anymore, but they are still a bit shaky

”PERFECT, yo!!! Hold on a sec~!” Fresh scooped up Comic once more, then looked around.

”Ya still want dat house tour, or d’ya just wanna up an crash here fo’ now? Ya look MAD wiped out, lil broski.”

"We c-could go around . . ." Comic then yawned quietly

”Ya wish is mah command, yo! Maybe I can, hmm...” Fresh trailed off for a moment, thinking. Then he walked over to Comic’s bed, snatching a pillow off and positioning it in the crook of his arm, so the other skeleton had somewhere that wasn’t bone to lay his head.

”Lil cozier now?”

Comic put their head on the pillow, "y-yeah . . ."

”BAM, SLEEPYTIME CENTRAL!!!” Fresh grinned excitedly, completely ignoring the irony of how loud he usually talked.

”So... Are ya thirsty, huh? Wit’ all dat cryin’, I’m surprised ya ain’t all lookin up like a piece o’ dried jerky right now, ah hahaha!” Fresh beamed at his own joke, the YOLO on his shades glowing slightly in the dark.

Comic chuckled quietly at the joke, "I c-could drink something . . ."

”Rad!!! Hold on just a sec, homedawg, we gonna get HYDRATED up in here!!!” Fresh nestled him closer and headed off in the direction of the kitchen, more slowly this time.

”Now, I ain’t all sure what time it is an’ junk, so I ain’t sure if it’s early enough in da mornin’ fo’ breakfast... I know some peeps up an’ chug warm milk ta get ‘emselves ta sleep an all dat, how’s it soundin’ ta ya? Plus, ya get dat sicknasty CALCIUM in ya diet!! Wicked strong BONES, yo, ya gonna be liftin’ towers in no time!!” Fresh was mostly talking to fill the silence, people did that, right? They’ve gotten this far already, no point in letting Comic’s mind wander back to his nightmares.

"It sounds nice . . ." Comic is rather calm now, they closed their eyesockets

Fresh chuckled softly, pulling up to the kitchen. Balancing Comic steadily, making sure there was as little jostling as possible, Fresh poured the skeleton a cup of milk, kicking the fridge shut and popping the half-full mug into the microwave. Hey, he didn’t want Comic to spill it on either of their clothes on the way back!

The gentle whirring of the microwave filled the quiet kitchen as they waited for the beep, a warm orange light washing over the two. Comic’s eyes were closed, but Fresh continued to smile down at him. It’d be so easy to just possess him like this, with his guard down... But, no, there was no point in it yet. This whole debacle would go a long way in gaining Comic’s trust, Fresh was willing to bet, and that was more than useful enough to justify the work he’d went through.

Besides, he’d gathered a lot of information... Namely that, yes, the incident continued to affect him deeply, something that Fresh already knew - but it was very interesting to see the extent of how deeply. It wasn’t often the parasite had a front seat to this sort of thing... And to see how Fresh was the first one Comic went to for comfort was hilarious, considering the reason Fresh had stuck around in the first place! There were so many possibilities... But, no, he wouldn’t play his hand too soon. He wanted to see where this was going, first! And all the things that trust could lead to...

The microwave dinged, jolting Fresh out of his thoughts. He gently eased the door open and pulled the steaming mug out with one hand, nudging Comic gently. ”Ya still awake in dere, lil brah...? Milk’s up!”

Comic looked at him, they're a bit sleepy

”Aw... Nothin’? Well, I guess da milk can wait a lil. Dey call it WARM milk, not steamin’ milk, after all~!”

Still holding both the mug and Comic, Fresh turned heel and headed back to the bedroom, making sure none of the liquid sloshed out as they went. When they arrived, Fresh gently plopped his cargo down onto the bed, leaving the mug on the nightstand and tucking Comic in. Once that was done, Fresh plopped down next to him, the mattress creaking slightly under the sudden weight.

”All tucked in, an’ wit’ somethin’ ta drink when ya wake up!! How ya feelin’ now, lil homie?” Fresh grinned, obviously proud of himself and his handiwork.

"better . . . Thank you" Comic smiled slightly at him

”Haha... No problem, C-slice. Ya can always count on me, aight~?” Fresh had been planning to leave and wait for Comic to call him back, but he thought better of it; instead, he climbed into bed next to Comic, tucking himself in and placing his shades safely besides him. The other skeleton had seen the parasite many times without his glasses, after all, though, luckily, never asked why his “eyelight” was cracked like that.

Also, Fresh hadn’t had the time to change out of his pajamas in the first place, so it was perfect! Who said that only kids could wear dinosaur-patterned sleep pants? Nobody, that’s who. Fresh sighed and nestled himself in, closing his eyes - although, if anything happened, he was always a light sleeper. For now, though, he highly doubted Comic could do any harm to him... and with that, Fresh was out.

Comic looked at Fresh, they decided to cuddle up to him, they closed their eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

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ren1327 · 4 years ago

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Pretty Boy Ch. 5

Kenji returned the next morning and noticed Ben wasn’t there.

“Hey, is he sick?” Kenji asked, worried.

“No! No.” Sammy said. “You’re early is all. He and Yaz have been doing…yoga.”

Kenji nearly salivated at the idea of Ben bending this way and that.

“Yoga?”

“Yup.” She lied and thought back to Monday morning.

Five days ago…

“What?” Yaz asked.

Ben was blushing fiercely.

“Please teach me to dance.” He said. “By Saturday night?”

Yaz’s hair was done in a high ponytail and she had just finished stretching, practicing ballet to help with her flexibility.

Sammy sat on a cushioned bench in the observation area of the dance studio. “Please, Honey? He’s got a hot mess of a date at Blue tonight.”

“You don’t sound happy, Love.” Yaz said.

“I’m not. But Ben really wants to impress him.”

Yaz looked at her girlfriend’s puppy eyes and looked back at Ben.

“Fine. There’s extra yoga pants and a tank top in my bag that should fit you. Get changed and we can start some basic moves.”

Ben ran off with the black clothing to the changing rooms as Yaz sat next to Sammy.

“Kenji Kon?” She asked.

“Yup.” Sammy said. “They disappeared the other night and I’m…worried.”

“You know it wasn’t anything special. With me.” She said.

“He just dumped you!” She yelled.

“It was mutual, actually.” Yaz said. “He didn’t feel that spark and I learned I prefer cute women.”

Sammy grumbled a bit and Yaz cupped her chin, pulling her into a kiss.

“Besides. Kenji never asks for a date to meet his friends.”

“Omigosh, you’re right!” Sammy said excitedly. “Could this mean…?”

“Maybe. If it is…well, you better say bye to cute innocent Ben.” She said.

“What does that mean?” Sammy asked.

“Oh, Sam~” She cooed. “Don’t tell me you haven’t ever wanted to push it for a crush.”

“I did.” Sammy said and smiled shyly, Ben coming out of the changing rooms with a determined look on his face.

“Okay Ben.” Yaz said. “I’m going to teach you how to seduce your date in one song.”

“Wh-what does that entail?” He asked.

“Confidence, little bean.” She said and started a song. “You’re going to learn to dance to this song. I’ll make sure it’s played, but you. You need to grab Kon by the throat with your pretty face and hypnotize him with your body.”

“I don’t think I have that kind of confidence.” Ben said with a gulp.

Yaz patted his shoulder. “Yes you do. We just gotta dig deep and coax it out to play.”

Ben smiled at her as Sammy got up and joined them.

“Let’s do this all together.” She said with a bright smile. “Then we can work on improve if we need to.”

Yaz smiled at her girlfriend. “Okay you two. Let’s have some fun.”

Ben nodded and put his hands on his hips.

Ben came in with a smile and waved at Kenji. Kenji handed him the thermos.

“Dad loved it.”

“And you?” Ben asked, big eyes gazing up at Kenji.

“I love yo—it! I love it!”

Ben’s eyes became impossibly wide and he turned, running into the counter and squeaking out a sorry as he put the thermos in the sink.

“I’m glad! I glad your Dad loves it. That you love…it…” He said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Kenji moved closer and took his hand from over the counter, looking into his eyes.

“I do.”

Ben smiled and bit his lip. “I have a carob banana shake you can try before you go work out.”

“Let me at it.” Kenji said as Sammy smirked and texted Yaz about how impossible these two were around each other.

“Okay. I’m good right?” Kenji asked Dave as he exited his car. “I look good?”

He was in a tight thin blue sweater with black slacks and a black leather jacket with his most expensive boots. Dave meanwhile was in brown board shorts and a crisp flower patterned short sleeve button up with high tops.

He gave Kenji a thumbs up. “You look great, Kenji! Don’t worry about a thing.”

“I really like Ben, Dave. I gotta just…be perfect.” He said.

Dave made a shocked face. “Wait. We got a second date?”

“Yeah?” Kenji said. He stopped.

“Yeah. We do.”

“You must really like this kid.” Dave said.

“I do, Dave. I really, really do.” The boy sighed as he and Dave were let in the front door of the club.

The silver and blue themed club was two stories high with two massive bars on each side, one upstairs and one down. Upstairs were private rooms for groups and booths under sheer blue canopies that wait staff tended. While downstairs just had first come first serve booths. A staircase led down to an area filled with sofas and water cooler watched carefully right next to the dance floor for tired or overheated dancers.

Dave gasped as he saw a familiar man dressed in black slacks and a midnight blue button up.

“Excuse me, kiddo, I’ll be watching from the bar.” Dave said.

“Okay, but—” He noticed Dave was talking to a black man at the bar.

“That’s new.” He said with a smile.

Brooklynn, Darius and Yaz were sitting in one of the sectioned off booths upstairs. Darius was talking to a waiter, most likely ordering drinks.

Darius was in yellow and black patched pants, the latest Jordan’s and a black t shirt with a yellow bandana around his neck. Brooklynn was in a one shoulder red lace dress that went down to her waist and flared out around her knees with some matching red peep toe pumps. Yaz was in a tight purple crop top and a longer black pencil skirt with white lace up high heeled sandals.

“Hey, dude.” Darius called. “We all got here before you.”

“We all?” He asked and turned to see two people walking to them.

First was Sammy in pink cowgirl boots and a white ruffled dress with a tea skirt. But then…

Ben walked next to her, wearing tight faded skinny jeans with rips showing creamy thighs and knees. He was in a short sleeve black and grey button up with the top two buttons undone and black high tops.

He stared at Kenji and Kenji stared back.

He walked up to him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Ben said with a smile.

Kenji slid into the booth, Ben coming in beside him. A waiter brought them a tray of drinks.

“Rose lemon spritzer?” She asked.

Ben took it from her and smiled. “Thank you.”

She looked him up and down, but Kenji gave her a look and she quietly served the rest of the drinks and left.

“Calm down, Ben’s gonna be 21 in like, three weeks.” Yaz said.

“Really?” Kenji asked.

“Yeah.” He said. “Plus. This is non-alcoholic.”

Kenji wrinkled his nose.

“It’s just ginger ale, pomegranate juice and rosewater with some rose petals on top.” He said and held it out to Kenji.

The older male took a sip. “That’s…really good, actually.”

Ben took it back and, while keeping eye contact with Kenji, turned the glass around and sipped directly from where Kenji had. Ben made a show of licking his lips and hummed.

“Tasty.” He said as Kenji’s face lit up.

Yaz gave a thumbs up as Sammy handed Kenji his Jack and Coke.

“You look thirsty.” She said, trying hard to hold in a giggle.

Kenji huffed and sipped his own drink as Brooklynn and Darius went to dance.

Yaz whispered to a passing waitress and she nodded.

The music seemed to get louder and Kenji held out a hand. “Dance with me?”

“Sure!” Ben said and Kenji shrugged off his jacket, leaving it in the booth.

Kenji led Ben down to the crowded dancefloor as a song he knew Yaz had to had recommended came on.

He saw her and Sammy find their own spot to dance and he smiled down at Ben.

Ben swayed to the intro of the song and batted those long eye lashes at him, cheeks red. Kenji could tell he was a little embarrassed but was hypnotized by the way his hips were swaying side to side.

Kenji placed his hands on those hips and Ben stepped back with a coy smile, lifting an arm and spinning as the beat dropped.

Kenji’s jaw hug as he watched Ben sway and turned away from him, bending his knees and rolling his shoulders, making Kenji’s mouth dry up when Ben smiled at him from over his shoulder. His hips popped as he lifted his hands again, bending the elbows and showing off his frame.

He turned and kept the momentum as he placed his wrists on Kenji’s shoulder, eyes staring into his as he popped his shoulders and despite being so close, still danced out of his reach. He looked Kenji up and down, biting his lip and pressing his chest to Kenji’s solar plexus.

Ben cocked his head and rubbed his cheek against Kenji’s, letting out a soft sigh in his ear before he did a slow turn away from him and seemed to pose, neck extended and eyes heavily lidded.

He rolled a shoulder crooked his finger in his direction and Kenji stepped forward as Ben leaned back into him.

Then he started swaying again and Kenji felt like he was going to die.

He wrapped his arms around Ben’s waist and the smaller man rolled his body into him, slotting their shapes together perfectly. Ben’s arms came up and hooked around his neck. The music slowed for a verse and when Kenji leaned down, Ben brushed his lips over his teasingly. But when Kenji moved forward, Ben moved away again.

He took Kenji’s hands and put them on his hips. He placed his hands on Kenji’s shoulders, swaying his hips from side to side. He smiled and squeezed Kenji’s shoulders, mouthing ‘how you like that?’ to the song.

Kenji could feel his heart thudding in his ears as he yanked Ben forward into a kiss, color exploding behind his eyes as Ben moaned and wrapped his arms around his neck. He pulled Ben closer, as if trying to absorb him.

Ben moaned and pulled away with a gasp, giving Kenji a heated look. The lights and music making him look like some kind of ethereal beauty.

Kenji grabbed his hand and led him to one of the unoccupied rooms, slotting his credit card in the payment kiosk and not caring how much it was. He was surprised when Ben threw the door open and yanked him in, slamming and locking the door behind them

The green eyed boy moaned again when Kenji pinned him against the wall, lifting him up. Long legs wrapped around his waist as he started undoing the buttons to Ben’s shirt.

“Kenji…” Ben moaned softly when he started kissing his neck, sucking a mark right over his collarbone.

“Ben.” He moaned back as Ben lifted his hips and bit his bottom lip.

He could hear the loud music still pumping and he wondered if he was getting drunk off Ben’s voice.

Ben wrapped an arm around his neck and with his other hand, grabbed the back of his head, fisting his hair to keep him in place.

He tasted rosewater and tea and Ben, Ben, Ben!

He panted as Ben yanked his shirt up and off his body, kissing him again.

His heart was racing.

His blood was singing.

He felt like he was made of starlight and he was going to burn through the damn world.

This.

This was it.

Ben was his one.

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 5 years ago

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Chapter 5 (Winter’s Gem) (Bucky Barnes AU)

CHAPTER 4

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been scouted by your boss in Felicity Night, you were just a mere young, cleaner in Felicity night and have been living in the basement of the club for all your life. He's the most wanted Gigolo in the city, and taking him away from eager, thirsty women seemed to be impossible especially if he chose to be a Gigolo as his way of living.

Warning: The words in Italics can be quite dark. (My heart literally fell while writing it 😢) Obviously tons of cuss words because..you'll know why. 😉😂 One word that can be considered sexual. Ahem.

Words: 3300+

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Tick-tock. Tick-Tock. The black clock without hour hands said. Rain droplets fell on his forehead, cold ice caressed his bare, scrawny, soft skinned chest. He could feel a woman's cold, fingers stroke his stomach in the most sickening way. Every beat of his heart was travelling straight to his mind, fearing him what the woman could do to him. What more can she do when she already did everything she had to?

"Your mother's going to be delighted to know how much I'm paying her,"

The whole scene changed, and next thing he knew he was back in the huge, green garbage truck that he hid from the entire week. It was raining cats and dogs, his whole body was filthy, unwashed and greasy. Who wouldn't be after basically living in the dumps for a month? Trying to get away from your abusive, inhumane second mother that sells you to different kinds of people?

"I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here," James repeated over and over again, tightly tugging on his roots, appearing to be loco in other people's perspective. "Don't touch me, that's enough, I'm hurting!" He burbled non-stop, something probably triggered him to remember it again and now he was in another episode that he will surely have a difficult time to get out.

Somebody had to open the back of the truck, the bald man was startled to see a teen hurled inside a truck full of garbage, the teen continuously talking to himself. He was reconsidering helping him when baby blue eyes peeped up at him, a juvenile who had no light inside his eyes.

"goddamn--motherfucker!" Drops of bloody sweat fell on his dark-hued complexion, making him drop the coat he decided to throw away. It was already dirty, used and bloody.

"Yo, Kid." He nonchalantly called, shivering at the same time from the crisp, cold winter wind. "I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here," James whispered over and over again, rocking himself.

"Alright, alright. I know you don't wanna be here in this goddamn truck because it fucking smells like shit," The man replied with a sassy raise of his brow, before taking in James's filthy appearance. Receiving a huff once he got a wiff of his awful smell, "You look lost," He stated as a matter of fact. "Where's your mother?"

Just one mention of her made him react in a violent manner, quickly scrambling away from the tall, bald man. "No! Noooo! Not her!!!"

He was fast enough to tug on his ankle, refraining from him to crawl out further. "Alright, chill down! I'm trying to fucking help you, blue eyed Tarzan!" He sent out another aggravated huff, probably thinking why he even decided to throw his black coat away in a god damn garbage truck. "I know I look scary to you, a pirate even. But, I'm good. I think I am,"

"Do you need help?" James didn't bother to send a reply as he shrugged his ankle off his hold, making the man nod to himself, answering his own question. "Well, obviously you do,"

He abruptly talked, leaving James confused, slyly looking around to who he was referring to but he only saw a huge, black Ford Expedition a few meters away from them. "Miss Hill, give this kid whatever blanket or shit that'll make him warm," He talked to himself.

"Yes, sir."

He sighed, waiting for the blanket he was asking for. Now, it was time for a mini interrogation that was needed because he won't go helping the kid if he doesn't know a thing about him, "I'm Fury, Nick Fury." He paused as he watched how James looked entirely alert and cautious of his next movements.

"Now, what's your name, Kid?"

James could only swallow his saliva, appearing to be nervous and hesitant to state his name. "You can trust me kid," Yet, he still wouldn't budge.

Fury had to grab onto his pistol, checking if the mag was loaded and gave the gun to him. James's eyes could practically jump out of his eyesockets as of the moment. "If you think I can't be trusted, shoot me. I won't hurt you back and I'll just leave,"

He opened his lips to talk, before closing it once again. Giving himself a peptalk and then finally raised the imaginary white flag. "James.." He swallowed the ball of anxiety pooling inside his throat, down to his stomach. "James Buchanan Barnes,"

Nick gave a nonchalant nod, thinking of ways and probably some other kind of name to go with him. "That's one hell of a name, I won't go calling you that." He stated as a matter of fact. "You'll be called Winter from now on, Bud." The former didn't hesistate but to give his hand out at the lost juvenile, gesturing for him to join his mysterious voyage. "And you're coming with me for help," Nick gave a tight smirk, a sneak peak of his pearly whites showing a little bit. "We need some extra help in 'Maximum Risk' anyway."

Winter didn't hesitate but to give back his pistol, dropping it on his outstretched hand as he jump out of the garbage truck all on his own while he quietly muttered. "Count me in,"

Blood.

"Winter, calm down. Calm the fuck down,"

Sweat.

"No, Fury. My arm! What happened to my real fucking arm?!"

Tears.

"I-I can't do this, I can't do this."

Scars that came from treacherous battles.

"You can, Barnes. It's the only way, and after this. You're rolling in the riches,"

Memories.

Bucky Barnes sat up in panic on his soft bed. A nightmare. What was her name, again? He remembers her face, the smell of her hair, the laugh that echoes inside his fragmented memories, yet he couldn't recall her name because all he could think of was that witch. The name that he loathed the most.

Bucky was quick to snatch the red book beside his bed. All perspired, anxious and heaving for life-saving breaths that could calm him down. Y/N's picture was all it took for his fears to concede.

"Y/N," He panted, fluttering his eyes closed. Taking in several breaths and retrieving his happy memories with her. Replacing the bad ones with those times he was untroubled and blissful. Those precious moments that he kept to heart. "Y/N." Bucky repeated, more like a mantra and a need to see and be with her.

He needed to see her. Bucky needed to see the only good thing that happened in his life and that was Y/N.

Dressed in just his sweatpants and shirt, he didn't think twice to scramble out of his bed, having a mission to search for his woman.

Right timing for Felicity Night to be closed because it was a holiday for them. Only a holiday that everybody picked to have their day offs. Even though, Gigolos and strippers shouldn't exactly have one.

As he was walking down the halls, passing by rooms that are vacant and a sharp right turn towards the bar, he instantly saw a semi-long blonde hair. All wavy and majestic just like his. Gigantic arms perched against the brown, wooden table with two people around him who were also drunk as a fly. Clint, the sneaky stripper who happened to own the stage with a nickname, 'the electrician' in which he highly despise because it sounded displeasing. Loki was the first to suggest that because he have seen him sleeping in the vents inside Felicity Night. As for Pietro who was called 'Silver' because of his unique hair color that the ladies loved.

"Thor, have you seen, Y/N?" Bucky clasped onto Thor's burly shoulders, startling the poor drunk man who had five seconds before he replied and acknowledged the metal armed man.

"No. I have not seen your gorgeous lady, Mr. Winter." Thor shouted a little too loudly. Well, a lot loudly. A whole lot. Startling his two drunk buddies who were tempted to curl into a ball and drop drunk on the floor with their barf all over. "Thor, shut it--"

Thor held a finger up, shifting on his seat to face him fully. "Or I must say I did?" He clutched onto his left boob. Bucky couldn't help but shake his head. He knew Steve's habit and it was getting too infectious now because Thor is beginning to absorb the way he laughs. "HAHAHAHA!"

"Well, well, well," Clint slurred, trying to keep his eyes straight as he grabbed a jigger full of vodka before drinking it straight. "If it isn't the Winter Soldier," He coughed, keeping himself straight on his seat. "Fury never forgot to mention you when I decided to move in this awful club," He drunkenly raised his empty glass, trying to keep his eyes opened. "Fucking vodka is making me barf like a hawk!" He hiccuped. "If that e-even makes sense!"

Bucky could hear another set of hiccups, however it was now coming from the silver haired waiter who became the best employee of the month because he was a quick server and his looks were a plus because it makes the ladies order more than normal. "Fury's infamous--" He hiccuped, slightly slapping himself with a smile. "--Soldat that everybody loves especially the ladies," Pietro chuckled to himself, his next words slurred and only Bucky, the sober person around the crowd full of drunkards could understand his words and foreign accent. "Why agree to an inhumane contract agreement with a bitch when you could've s-stayed in 'Maximum Risk', Soldat?"

Pietro deeply sighed to himself, feeling his barf in his throat as he tried to swallow it back. "Y-You were Fury's favorite right hand man," He frustratingly palmed his face, feeling more dizzy as time goes by. "Why leave, Winter Soldat?"

"CHEERS, UNCULTURED FOOLS!" Thor suddenly bursted aloud, a huge beer glass in hand as he laughed to himself. "I AM WORTHY," He murmured to himself, seeming to be in another dimension. "I AM THE GOD OF WHISKEY, I DO NOT GET DRUNK IN HASTE!"

Bucky left Pietro and Clint's question unanswered, leaving the three musketeers alone as they drink their hearts out. He sighed to himself, hearing those words come out of Pietro and Clint gives him mini flashbacks that he surely wanted to come back from but didn't want to remember all the horrible things he did.

Natasha's heels came echoing inside the pub despite of the semi-loud music. She swayed her red hair left to right, her hips swaying with the beat. She was a beautiful lady, too beautiful. Nonetheless, her beauty have been ignored by the metal armed man since day 1. Why? Because Bucky was used to beauties like her and he wanted someone different. "Natasha, have you seen--" She stopped dead on her tracks, a smirk lifting her maroon red lips. "Y/N?" She gestured behind her, "Think I saw her somewhere in the bar with Stan," She paused and nodded to herself, "Drinking their asses off,"

Bucky licked his cherry red lips out of habit, flicking his bangs behind his ears with his fingers, those kind of movements that the ladies loved. "Ah, Thanks." He nodded, thinking that his woman was probably drinking water because she was prohibited to drink intoxicating drinks. "Martini's is what I meant." And that made Bucky choke in his own saliva. "Jesus--what?!"

Only a mischievous smirk from the gorgeous red head was sent his way, "You just woke up, had a nightmare and this is what you do first thing in the midnight?" Natasha couldn't help but chuckle, Ahh. The smell of love, indeed. That's what it does to humans. "To find Y/N?" Pause. Bucky held a finger against his lips, hushing the grinning woman whom he considers one of his closest friends. "Shush, can you keep it down, will ya'?"

Thor's laughter made her glance towards where the drunkards and other drunk buddies where. Including a certain patriotic blondie who began stumbling to the bar where Stan was. "Yeah, yeah. Secret lovers hiding from the witches. Your fates are in luck," She clicked her tongue.

The metal armed man couldn't help but scoff from her choice of words, making him shake his head with a bittersweet smile. "I never had a good fate,"

"Now, don't go all drama with me, Barnes. Your lady's drunk with our old man, go get her before she pukes," It was a wrong move for Natasha, because she knew it would trigger him a lot more if she continues to talk and so she was quick to change the topic and move on to a subject that will definitely make Bucky's mind travel into another dimension. Y/N and his own dimension. "She's lucky her mother's currently having a meeting with the club in West Coast,"

One mention of the word, 'West coast' made his lost, fragmented soul lit up like birthday candles. "Maximum Risk?" He questioned with utmost curiosity, seeing his lips turn a little curve. Well, that was good. "Yep. The one and only,"

"God, I miss that place."

"Try and come by some time. I bet Sam misses you," Natasha joked, crossing her arms against her bountiful chest. Bucky mentally groaned at hearing that certain name, God. He thought to himself, remembering the kinda good ol' days with his old friend, Sam Wilson. "You make me puke, Romanoff."

To Bucky's surprise, he didn't know that the person he was finding for was actually swaying towards his way. A giggly Y/N was on a hunt, and it was a hunt for her Bucky Barnes. She knew he was fast asleep, however she didn't know he was up and at 'em. Searching for who knows who. Her of course.

Once at arms reach, she smiled, those kind of smiles that Bucky wanted nothing more than to take a picture of. Kind of heartmelting, kind of infectous too. "B-Booki? Is that chu'?" You took his appearance in, gray sweatpants and all of his glory. Eyes turning wider from accidentally taking a glimpse at his jam-packed crotch that made you nod your head a thousand times. Grading it in the back of your mind. A+ indeed. "It's Love for you, Doll."

Bucky caught her in his arms when she began to turn around and give a wave at the tipsy Loki who called her from afar. Swaying in the process. Bucky's arms were quick to engulf her waist, pulling her close to him as he breathed on her ear. "Lo-love? Are you serious? Do I get a man like you? Are you for real?" You giggled with a hiccup, quickly holding your mouth for no reason. Laughing more to yourself. "Shush. We don't want everybody knowing our relationship yet, right?"

You hummed, clicking your head to the side as you felt his breath fanning over your neck. It was hot, warm and it felt good. Too good for your own good and you were definitely wrecked. "Y-Yeah..But, are you seriously for real?" Bucky chuckled, tightening his hold around you and kissing the back of your ear which gave you the shivers. "Yeah, I surely am, Doll."

James chuckled from behind, his smile reaching from ear to ear. Kind of too precious not to notice and you leaned into his touch. Loving his warmth. Natasha was also grinning from ear to ear and the people who were close with her would know that her, 'grinning' or 'smirking' meant that she was being unpredictable. She noticed how everybody was doing their own thing, Bucky and Y/N currently wrapped in their own invaluable world and so she discreetly left like a Black Widow in disguise.

Not a little long after Natasha's silent departure, Bucky's patriotic best friend came wobbling-walking towards them. Igniting a stern look on Bucky's once happy face. He kept you beside him, his metal hand tightly clasping on your hip, making you giggle and hug his flat, sinewy stomach, geting comfortable and still completely intoxicated from all the Martini's that Stan made you drink. Your alcohol level was a little bit low than the others since you don't drink a lot.

"Hey, Buck. Y/N seem to be..left uncompromised?" Steve greeted with a chirpy tone, giggling just like you are. "And here I thought I could trust you with her, Punk." Bucky responded with a huff, shaking his head in disappointment as he watched Steve's face that was all red because he was damn drunk. "You said she has asthma? Why did you even let her drink?"

"I said she has asthma," Steve declared, his teeth showing from how wide he was smiling, "I didn't say she was disabled!"

Bucky couldn't help but wash his face with his flesh hand. Jesus.

"I-I was about to take her to my room--" Steve honestly spoke, gesturing towards where the stairs where. Bucky was quick to protest his disapproval towards it. Glaring right at his bestest friend. If he does that before for her..well, now's different. Everything turned a 180 degrees since last month. "Don't you dare, Steve." Bucky taunted with a scowl, making Steve giggle.

"It was a very genius suggestion!"

You began to realize that Steve was in front of you. Thus, you began to make grabby gestures with your hands. "Steveeennnn Grannnntttttt Roggeeeersssss," About to lean and sway in front of him yet Bucky was quick to hold onto you. Pulling you back against him with a gentle hush followed by a tender call of 'Doll' and the word 'Behave' that kept your feet rooted on the ground, giving your lower half a tingly sensation that made you giggle once more. Weird. Why were you feeling horny all of a sudden?

"Jesus Christ," Bucky muttered beneath his breath as he saw Steve twirling round and round. Completely watching him so smashed. "Steve--" He began, though he only got a laugh as a reply. "--Whatever, you need to lay it down a bit, pal. You know, you gotta hit the sack? You're stewed as hell,"

"I will, Buckaroo!" His bestfriend called out loud with a grin, knowing that Bucky didn't like to be called that way and it could tick him off. With a loud huff and a stern frown he grabbed you around your waist with his burly arm, not wanting to let go of you.

"That's it, we're leaving. Have a nice night, punk."

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hopeishappinessff · 6 years ago

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 53.2

Chris

“It’s that pretty brown round, driving me wild… ooh bitch ya pussy’s ‘bout to get a little greasier. That KY make penetratin’ so much easier…”

I bobbed my head to the music and smirked as I conjured up a freaky little text to send Hope… I was so fucking horny. It was also a struggle for me to keep my eyes open or to even sit up straight for that matter. I wasn’t even tired… but I was all the fucking way gone. Hope had responded back to me over an hour ago, but at that point everything was such a damn blur I couldn’t even see my phone screen straight. I think she may have sent me a picture of her titties, but thanks to the kush in my system I was too paranoid to attempt to take a closer look and risk the boys noticing. I would not hesitate to fight my own homeboy if they saw a naked picture of her on my phone… or anywhere in life for that matter.

The music thumped with even more bass than the club, which gave the girls plenty to shake their asses to. Asses… and titties… and thighs, oh my. I didn’t think Virginia was capable of creating strippers this beautifully crafted. I wasn’t about to risk looking at any of them for too long, but a quick peep here and there couldn’t be much harm.

The boys were all hype around me, even BJ and Kendrick because the music was just that lit… and they were clearly just as gone as me. These niggas were actually standing not too far from me, moving their hands animatedly as they rapped along like they were featured on the damn song.

Dontay was sitting to the left of me, not so subtly making out with one of Rose’s friends. Ashley was her name… maybe. And Rashad was on the couch to the right with the other girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember even if I tried, cuddled up in his lap, whispering in his ear. He was sitting there giggling like a little bitch and I laughed and shook my head as I watched from the corner of my eye. I wondered for a moment where Rose went… with her fine ass. I quickly shook my head, much too quick for my level of intoxication, and squeezed my eyes shut to rid myself of the image of this girl. Even the thought of her being attractive crossing my mind felt like I was cheating, so I needed to get it together before I made myself feel even more guilty.

Parting my lids to look straight ahead, I cursed myself for instantly locking eyes with her. Perhaps if I wasn’t thinking about her in the first place, she would have never appeared… with two shot glasses in her hands, and a smile on her face.

“Take a shot with me?” She half asked, half stated as she stopped about a foot away from me. She projected one of the glasses out directly in my face, but I frowned and sat up a bit straighter, hopefully alerting her of my disinterest in stepping into the realm of alcohol poisoning by drinking anymore liquor.

“Nah, I’m good.” I said… or slurred.

“Please. Just one… before you go.” She had the audacity to pout and look almost sad, not like I cared… she could outright cry in my face and I still wouldn’t care, but this was indeed a whole free shot.

I eyed her left hand for a while, the hand that was sticking straight out in my face with this tempting shot, then I sighed with defeat and struggled to get my own hand and my vision to work together to take it from her grasp. She giggled at the sight of my drunk ass trying to accomplish the most simple task and I guess she decided to make it easier for me by taking a step forward… and turning to plop her ass down right in my lap. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react to that… or to the fact that she turned her body to face me, obviously making herself more comfortable, and raised the shot glass to my lips. I stared dead in this girl’s eyes as I parted my lips, tilted my head back, and swallowed down the shot. First of all, a red flag should have gone up in my mind when this damn shot of liquid fire slithered down my throat like water… and second, three more red flags should have gone up as soon as homegirl took a seat on me.

I should have pushed her off me as soon as she sat down… should have pushed her smooth on the floor. But, it’s as if I was stuck in a trance and absolutely unable to move a muscle as she sat there slowly licking her lips after she’d downed her shot.

“Now… that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked with a smile. I shook my head like a dumbstruck little boy and heaved a deep sigh. I hadn’t quite noticed how well-endowed she was on the lower half until she shifted again in my lap. I also hadn’t noticed that I was staring at her wide hips that spread with the weight of her sitting on me… nor did I notice just how slouched I was to give her the perfect angle to sit directly on my crotch.

“I fucking love this song!’ She blurted randomly. Snatching my thirsty, blurred stare from her fat ass I tuned in to the sound of Rick Ross’s Peace Sign and I think perhaps my heart dropped. Whether from the memory of this very same song playing in Magic City the time I took Hope and a fine ass stripper by the name of Lola Devine devoured her pussy like it was her last meal, or from the reality that Rose was now rotating her hips in my lap to the deep bass of the song… my heart was officially in my ass.

“Have you heard this song before?” She asked, peeping over her shoulder to look back at me with a not so innocent smirk on her full lips.

“Yeah.” I muttered, nodding quickly with my eyes focused back on her ass. She giggled and turned to face forward, placing her heels firmly on the floor. Her hands found my knees and she used them to brace herself as she began a slow wine on me and before I knew it, my bottom lip went flying in my mouth and an inaudible ‘shit’ went flying out.

It was like magic the way her ass and hips caught every single beat in the song… she certainly had me hypnotized with her act. Pushing herself up a bit, I paid close attention to the way she hiked her booty up and made it clap right over my dick… which was now obviously very awake. I cursed myself in my mind, shutting my eyes briefly with hopes that it would just fucking go away if I conjured up a quick image of Hope at home, in bed, pregnant, with my child.

But the image unfortunately didn’t materialize quick enough for me to come to my senses… this damn girl had already turned the fuck around and straddled me and my now hard dick.

“Lay me on my back, got my legs wide open like a peace sign.” She leaned forward and sang the chorus softly in my ear, sending chills through my body as she reconnected with my crotch. Did she even have on panties? God I prayed she did… I could not go home with a big wet stain on the front of my damn pants! I was confident that she was doing a great job of turning herself on, or I was turning her on, or fuck… was that her damn tongue on my neck!

“Rose, chill.” I mumbled feebly, too weak for her to even hear… or too weak for her to take me serious.

“What happens in this club tonight, doesn’t have to make it home to your girl,” She whispered with her lips pressed gently against my ear, “I’ll make sure she never finds out.”

She caught my earlobe and the entire diamond stud in it in her mouth and suckled then let it go and pressed her lips against it.

“Rose…” “Nigga!” I could hear the voice of a man somewhere in front of me, but Rose was practically full on riding me at this point so I couldn’t see anything past her.

She sat up suddenly with her hands still pressed against my shoulders. How the fuck did I even get this slouched in this damn chair? I caught the tail end of her wink before her playful smirk fell into a frown and she glanced back over her shoulder. Reluctantly, and I mean with extreme reluctance, she lifted herself off me with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t all that quick to adjust her dress, especially in the front… where only I could just barely make out her bald pussy. She really wasn’t wearing any panties! Fuck… I was terrified to look down at my pants.

“Bruh, what the fuck?” It was Kendrick who’d come along to save the day and I came pretty close to standing up and embracing him in a hug. Instead, he pulled me up to my feet and I quickly latched a hand onto the arm of the small couch to balance myself.

“You good dawg?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Bruh,” I shook my head slowly and stared up at the dark ceiling, “Please don’t take this the wrong way… I need you to look at the front of my pants…”

He was silent for a while… like a long ass while and with my head still tilted up, I cut my eyes at him and he burst into laughter. I mean this guy doubled over and held onto my arm, he was laughing that hard.

“Shit man… wooooo I didn’t realize yo ass was this funny,” He said after about two full minutes of laughter, “I peeped your shit when ole girl stood up. You good… you got a lil bit of an issue that you may need to handle before you get home and Sy and wonders why the fuck you just excited and shit, but you good though. She ain’t have no draws on, huh?”

I shook my head and sighed “I can’t even believe that just happened.”

“Believe it homie,” He chuckled, slapping a hand down on my shoulder, “That girl been eyeing you all night long. And I had some fucking bubble butt ass stripper come for me… that’s why it took me so long to come save you!”

I laughed and shook my head yet again “I think it’s time to head home man.”

He agreed before I could finish the sentence and turned in the opposite direction of Rose and her friend, who’d huddled together not too far from where the third friend, Ashley I believe, sat in Dontay’s lap with her face wedged in the crook of his neck. Rashad kept a close eye on the other friend who stood with Rose, like one of us was gonna take the girl from him… I shook my head at the thought. Nobody wanted any of these females… at all.

“Aye dawg, will you let Don’s twisted ass know we heading out?” BJ chuckled, leaning in close to speak to Rashad over the blare of the music. I didn’t bother to stick around to wait for a response. Kendrick and I both quietly made our way out of the section and we just about made it to the door before I heard BJ calling out to us from behind. There was no way I was gonna risk turning around to catch eyes with that girl again… BJ was just gonna have to hurry his ass up before he got left.

Thankfully Kendrick chose to drive his car this evening… or morning, and that made it much easier for us to hightail it out of there without having to wait for Dontay and Rashad. Rose seriously had my ass spooked at this point, so I was prepared to walk home if I had to just to get away from her. Sure the girl was drop dead gorgeous, had a body that could kill, and smelled like heaven… but she wasn’t my cup of tea. I’d gotten a good taste of that life back in Georgia and thanks to my careless ways, I almost cost myself the love of my life… and my life.

It became quite a task to not throw up with the way everything was spinning all around me. The car even seemed to be going much faster than it was, or maybe Kendrick really was speeding because he was pretty fucked up himself. Whatever the case… I shut my eyes for most of the ride and even then I had to will myself not to puke.

Somehow I ended up passed out by the time we pulled up to the house and I just about slept right through the feeling of one of the boys shaking the shit out of my arm. “Breezy, nigga! Get your ass up bro!” I couldn’t tell which one of them it was, but I really needed him to shut the fuck up. With a miserable groan, I opened my eyes into the tiniest slits and stared into thick darkness. Was it possible that I’d drank so much that I lost my eyesight?

“What the fuck.” I muttered, feeling an odd sensation rub against my lips as I spoke. I could feel my cheek pressed against something as well… where the hell was I?

“Man, maybe we should just leave him here. At least we know he’s safe… but I need to go lay my ass down.” Another voice from behind me. Why weren’t these voices explaining to me where I was?

“Nah, ‘cause if Mama or Auntie see him out here in the morning… we all gettin’ cussed out!” Somebody smacked their lips with obvious irritation and I felt a hard hit followed by throbbing pain to the back of my right leg. With a frown, I moved my head back a bit further and shifted to my right, then I suddenly felt like I was falling for all of one second… then my entire right side throbbed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. Whoever was standing near me burst out laughing and I struggled, really struggled, to lift my head and look back. Through a blurry haze I made out the shapes of what looked like Kendrick hunched over laughing and BJ leaned up against the side of the car laughing just as hard. The car… if BJ was leaning against the side of the car, that meant I must have been somewhere inside it.

Turning my head again, I realized that I was still in the car… and that I’d just rolled onto the floor from the back seat. I would have laughed at my own self, had my big ass not been wedged so tight between the back seat and the front.

“Niggas… help me…” I struggled to breathe as I waited for them to calm down with all the laughter and grab ahold of my legs so they could literally yank me out of the car. And they did just that… until I ended up face first on the ground, halfway in the grass and halfway on the driveway. I laid there cracking the hell up at myself, eventually managing to roll over and spot Kendrick laid out on the ground right beside me laughing himself to tears and BJ leaned over the back of the trunk hollering.

“Yoooo, we need to get the fuck in the house before the neighbors come out here. We look like we trynna rob this car right now, but we was too stupid to finish the job!” BJ snorted.

“Aww shit, get up dawg… get up!” Kendrick exclaimed, struggling to make his way onto his own feet. There was no way I was gonna be able to do that… no way at all. So I laid there and continued to laugh until him and BJ came along and collected me from the ground… and man was it a struggle. I think we fell about three more times, all because their drunk asses were trying to keep my drunk ass up. By the grace of God we made it up the steps of the porch and they propped me against the paneled wall beside the door until they could figure out how to get in the house.

“Fuck bro, we ain’t got no key!” BJ whispered harshly.

“I do.” I whispered back. “Nigga why you whispering?” Kendrick asked.

“He fuckin’ whispered.” I slurred.

“Gimme the key, foolish ass.” BJ laughed. My squinted eyes darted to the front left pocket of my pants and I smirked as I slowly looked up at Kendrick.

“Man dawg,” He smacked his lips and shook his head reluctantly, “Why we keep being so damn intimate tonight?”

The way he said that shit, was fucking hilarious… so I cackled like a hyena and leaned back from the wall, only managing to miss the ground when BJ flew forward and caught me by my shoulders. He barely kept me up as he shook from his own laughter and Kendrick chuckled right along with us as he turned his head and reached into my pocket.

Again, only by the grace of God did we somehow find our way not only through both the screen door and the large oak door, but upstairs and into the hallway right outside of Hope’s room too. How we managed to get up the stairs without breaking our necks was all a blur, but with my persistence to be by Hope’s side we all put in some serious team work to make it happen.

Kendrick pushed the door open and I stumbled my way in, bumping into the dresser closest to the door with a thud.

“Chill out man!” BJ whispered.

“Shut your ass up!” I whispered back harshly and in a slur, “Who the fuck is that?”

They both turned their attention to Hope’s bed and we all stared on quietly at the sight of two bodies sprawled out in the bed, one obviously belonging to Hope.

“It’s gotta be one of the girls.” It was BJ who took off first toward the bed and Kendrick who stayed behind to keep me propped safely against the dresser.

“It’s Dez.” He whispered from the other side of the room where he stood near the bed, peering down at her like a creep.

“You look like a fucking murderer bro.” Kendrick whispered, which started a chain reaction of laughter. What none of us were expecting, however, was for her crazy ass to actually wake up…

“BJ… the fuck you doing standing over me like that? Nigga, if you don’t move!” She half yelled, swinging an arm out from beneath the blanket she had tossed halfway over her head.

He quickly flinched back away from her, narrowly avoiding her flailing arm “Whoa girl, chill.” “Chill my ass! Why the fuck are you even in here… at four in the morning?” She was entirely too alert now and for two seconds, I almost regretted coming in here in the first place.

“This nigga insisted that we bring his ass up here.” He said, tossing an incrementing finger in my direction.

Destani, being the drama queen that she was, sat all the way up in the bed now and decided to go the indiscreet route by snatching on the bedside lamp to her left.

“Chris… Kendrick… what the fuck?” She glared across the room at us, arms crossed over her chest like an angry black mother seconds away from scolding her children.

“Look man, can you either make space for him between ya’ll or come all the way up out the bed so homeboy can lay down? He fucking heavy as shit!” Kendrick exclaimed. I chuckled because I hadn’t even realized that I’d leaned back away from the dresser and put just about all my weight against him.

“Destani…” Though I could barely see straight enough to make out her face, that beautifully gentle voice would never fail to command my attention, “What’s going on?”

“Your extremely intoxicated ass boyfriend and his obnoxious friends just got back. This block headed nigga had his babysitters bring him up here to you.” She fussed. Now her voice on the other hand annoyed me and left me frowning and glaring right back at her. “Shut the fuck up Dez.” I mumbled.

“No you shut the fuck up nigga. Nobody told you dumbasses to come bombarding your way in here making all this noise at fucking four in the morning. Why are ya’ll even getting back this late anyway?” Her voice continued to piss me off, but I was thankful that she was finally climbing her ass out of my spot in the bed.

“Don’t fucking worry about it…” Using the side of the dresser to tug myself off of Kendrick, I stood up straight and lingered there for a moment until I could figure out how to keep myself balanced so I could make my way over to the bed.

“Did you guys really just get back?” I heard Hope ask. I think she was sitting up in the bed now as well, but I couldn’t risk even peeping through my peripheral… that would surely through me off balance and I would quickly end up face down on the floor. Eventually Kendrick came to my aide, both responding to Hope and getting me over to the bed. He may not have thought I noticed the little nudge he gave me when I was within range to land on the bed, but I did… his ass pushed me. But whatever, this bed felt like sex.

“This guy is gonna need to sleep this off for like three days.” BJ chuckled.

“Get the fuck out BJ.” I muttered, face halfway wedged into the softest damn comforter I’d ever felt in life. He laughed louder then, as did Kendrick from the other side of the room, but he took heed to my drunken words and made his way over to the door.

“Thank you boys for getting him home safely. Are Dontay and Rashad downstairs?” Hope asked.

“Nah, them hoes still out.” Kendrick laughed.

“Hmph, well let me go lock the deadbolt so they can’t get in here,” Destani mumbled, swiftly brushing past them, “And when I get back up here, ya’ll better not be in that guest room.”

“Ain’t nobody going in there girl.” Kendrick yelled out after her. They both trailed out into the hall behind her, shutting the door behind themselves.

I could feel sleep creeping up on me like a thief in the night and I sure did welcome it with open arms. Even with my eyes closed I could still feel the room swirling all around me, but in the battle between sleep and nausea… sleep was quickly winning.

“Charlie?”

My head was turned toward the large window on the other side of the room and I simply didn’t have it in me to lift it and face her. Hell, I barely had it in me to respond.

“Hmm?”

“Did you have a good night?” There was a smile in her voice, that I could tell. The thought of it resting on her perfect lips made me smile… but I still couldn’t bring myself to face her.

“Mmhm…”

She giggled and I suddenly felt my hat disappear from the top of my head. The last thing I remember was the feeling of her leaning over me to shut off the light to my right. Then I felt her silky smooth lips against my temple…

“Goodnight Charlie.”

#chrisbrown #chrisbrownff #chrisbrownfanfic #jasminesanders #chrisbrownfanfiction #jasminesandersff #teambreezy #teambreezyff #fanfiction #fanfic

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solarianradiance · 6 years ago

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Meenah: The cats nestle close to their kittens, the lambs have laid down with the sheep. You’re cozy and warm in your bed my dear so please,

Meenah: go the fuck to sleep.

Meenah: The windows are dark in the town child, the whales huddle down in the deep. I’ll read you one very last book if you swear

Meenah: youll go the fuck to sleep.

Meenah: The eagles who soar through the sky are at rest And the creatures who crawl, run, and creep.

Meenah: I know you aint thirsty, das bulls)(ark, stop lyin! lie the fuck down, my darling, and sleep.

Meenah: The wind whispers soft through the grass, hon. The field mice, they make not a peep.

Meenah: its been 38 minutes already, jesus christ, what the fuck? got to sleep!

Meenah: All the kids from day care are in dreamland. The froggie has made his last leap.

Meenah: s)(-Ell no you cant go to the bathroom. you know where you can go? da fuck to sleep!!!

Meenah: The owls fly forth from the treetops. Through the air, they soar and they sweep. A hot crimson rage fills my heart, love.

Meenah: for reel, shut the clam up and sleep!

Meenah: The cubs and the lions are snoring, Wrapped in a big snuggly heap.

Meenah: how come you can do all this otter great shit, but you cant lie the fuck down and sleep?

Meenah: The seeds slumber beneath the earth now And the crops that the farmers will reap.

Meenah: no more questions, this interviews over. Ive got two glubs for you, kid: FUCKING. SLEEP.

Meenah: The tiger reclines in the simmering jungle. The sparrow has silenced her cheep.

Meenah: fuck yo stuffed bunny, i aint gettin you shit! close yo eyes. cut the crap. sleep!!!

Meenah: The flowers doze low in the meadows And high on the mountains so steep.

Meenah: my life is a failure, im a shitty-ass parent. stop fuckin with me, please, and sleep!

Meenah: The giant pangolins of Madagascar are snoozing. As I lie here and openly weep.

Meenah: shore, fine, whatever, ill bring you some milk. who the fuck cares? youre not gonna sleep.

Meenah: This room is all I can remember. The furniture crappy and cheap.

Meenah: You win. You escape. You run down the hall. As I nod the fuck off, and sleep.

Meenah: Bleary and dazed I awaken To find your eyes shut, so I keep

Meenah: My fingers crossed tight as I tiptoe away And pray that you’re fucking asleep.

Meenah: We’re finally watching our movie. popcorn’s in the microwave. Beep.

Meenah: oh shit! coddamn it! youve gotta be kidding!?! come on, go the fuck back to sleep!!!

#homestuck #meenah peixes

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fuckboibam · 7 years ago

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Get To Know Me Tag!!

I was tagged by @baobeijackson to do the get to know me tag! Thank homie you’re the realest

ANSWER 30 QUESTIONS THEN TAG 20 BLOGS

1. NICKNAMES: Sam, Sammie, Thirsty Bitch (exclusively by @catladyjaebum)

2. GENDER: Female

3. STAR SIGN: Capricorn!!

4. HEIGHT: 5′7′’

5. TIME: 10:06am

6. BIRTHDAY: January 12th

7. FAVORITE BANDS: GOT7, BTS, EXO, Blackpink, Fall Out Boy, The Front Bottoms and SO MANY MORE because I’m a music hoe lol

8. FAVORITE SOLO ARTISTS: Anitta, Taeyang, Jackson Wang, Agust D, Lay!!

9. SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: Peach by Lay (It’s a bop don’t @ me)

10. LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: Wonder Woman

11. LAST SHOW I WATCHED: I think it was Santa Clarita Diet but it could also be Rick and Morty who knows.

12. WHEN DID I CREATE MY BLOG: This one in particular, September 6th, but I’ve had Tumblr blogs since 2011.

13. WHAT DO I POST: any kpop things that I like, and reactions/scenarios

14. LAST THING GOOGLED: “artificial love lyrics” lollllll

15. DO YOU HAVE OTHER BLOGS: Nope, lol.

16. DO YOU GET ASKS: Not that many, but I could get more (pssssst requests are open hit my up my dudes)

17. WHY DID YOU CHOSE YOUR URL: I wanted a kpop url and was discussing with Allie why bambam is a fuckboy and here we are

18. FOLLOWING: 228

19. FOLLOWERS: 143

20. FAVORITE COLORS: Turquoise and Pink

21. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Like, 9? I sleep for a long ass time

22. LUCKY NUMBER: I don’t have one lol but I’m going to say 12

23. INSTRUMENTS: yo like so many omg. I play piano, electric and acoustic guitar, ukulele, bass, and can play the drums if I need. And I can sing too if that’s included.

24. WHAT AM I WEARING: slippers, some trackies and a rolling stones shirt

25. HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH: like 10 omg. If I’m not boiling in my sleep then I’m doing it wrong.

26. DREAM JOB: Criminal lawyer for disadvantaged peeps including refugees and domestic abuse victims.

27. DREAM TRIP: I have like 10, but right now, I wanna go to Brazil; and hang out with my love @catladyjaebum

28. FAVORITE FOOD: I like so many foods omg, right now, teriyaki chicken noodles, or korean bbq lol

29. NATIONALITY: Australian, nothing too fun lmao

30. FAVORITE SONG RIGHT NOW: Call Me Baby by EXO or Peach by Lay, or Teenager by GOT7 bc I can’t decide omg.

I tag the usuals @mmarkyien and @catladyjaebum. I don’t have any other friends on here, people message me, let’s be friends!!!

#tag games #tag game #get to know me tag

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somethingdifferent-ff-blog · 8 years ago

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21.

Richè

“Alright stop playing now and help me find a leather jacket.” I laughed pushing Caiden away from me as we shopped together in Zara. We had become a lot closer in the last couple of weeks due to him hanging around the crew more and he had come with me to pick out clothes for Marcus’ surprise birthday party that I was throwing.

He placed his hand on my waist and came up behind me once more. “How about that one ma?” He asked pointing at a really nice jacket hanging above us on the wall. I immediately moved his hand from my waist and tried to brush off his actions as nothing more than friendly.

I shook my head no and scanned the wall for a different jacket. “He'd say that one is too girly for him, you know my baby is a thug. He needs a specific kind of leather jacket.” I said adding in the my baby part to get him to back off. That was the only issue with Caiden, he was a great friend but at times he was such a big flirt and I hated it.

“Oh word?” He asked as he placed his hand on my waist again. I spun around around to glare at him and when I had turned around he was already smirking at me, he laughed before removing his hand.

“Caiden stop it.” I said forcefully as I walked over to where the jacket was and reached up to try and pull it down. I felt Caiden come up behind me and press his body against mine before pulling the jacket down with ease. I glared at him again and snatched the jacket out of his hands.

“You good Rich?”Quis asked coming up behind Caiden and I with Dej wrapped around his waist. I nodded my head and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, blushing almost immediately. I had forgotten Quis and Dej and come with us.

It was strange but once I said Caiden and I were going shopping Quis all of a sudden wanted to come along with Dej. Marcus had nothing to say however. I didn't understand their group dynamic. It didn't seem like Keem or Quis were cool with Caiden at all, it all seemed very forced.

“What do you think of this jacket for Marcus?” I asked quickly changing the subject and holding up the jacket for him to see. “With these jeans and then I was thinking about getting him some flyknits.”

“That looks very him ma. You know my bro or nah?” Quis asked with a chuckle as he nodded his head in approval. I smiled happily, satisfied that my choice was the right one. I never really got to spend time with Marcus’ friends one on one so the times that I got to I took serious. I wanted them to know that I was worth their friends time just like my friends felt like he was worth mine.

“Can we go eat now y'all? I'm starving.” Dej said rubbing her little belly and causing me to laugh. She was so cute pregnant, it really fit her as crazy as that sounds. It's just that she was so sweet and gentle and being pregnant definitely added to that.

“Yes we can go eat with your little hungry ass.” Quis said with a chuckle before leaning down to peck Dej on her lips. I smiled at the sight, they were so cute together and I couldn't wait to see them as parents.

“I’ll just buy these things real quick and then we can head to lunch.” I said gesturing to the different articles of clothing in my arms. I had picked out three different outfits for Marcus and figured whatever he didn’t like he could bring back and exchange.

“Aigh bet, we’ll wait for you out front.” Quis said before glaring at Caiden and grabbing Dej’s hand, the two of them heading towards the front of the store.

“So clearly the two of you aren’t best friends.” I said to Caiden as we walked to the register.

“Yeah not really. Only reason why we’ve even been hanging around each other is because Marcus needs some shit done for work and I’m the best guy to do it.” He said with a shrug as I laid the items down on the counter for the cashier to ring up.

“Work meaning the shop or work meaning…?” I asked letting my question trail off letting him know I knew that he participated in both legal and illegal activities.

“Both actually. I’m the best customizer in the shop and when it comes to the other shit let’s just say I’m the only nigga besides Marcus has the heart to get shit done.” He said. “When I want something I go after it and I don’t stop until it’s mine.” He added, looking at me as he spoke, he was looking at my so intensely that I was forced to break eye contact and look away.

“Your total is $235.00 ma’am.” The cashier said giving me the distraction I needed. I didn’t know how to respond to Caiden it was obvious that he was talking about more than work and that wasn’t somewhere I was trying to go, especially not with him.

“Thank you, here you go.” I said smiling at the girl and handing her my credit card. She was too busy staring at Caiden to notice me trying to pay. “Um excuse me?” I said waving my hand at her.

“Oh sorry…” she muttered taking my card and swiping it before handing it back to me and smiling at Caiden. “Have a great day.”

“We will thank you.” He replied with a wink before grabbing the bags and waiting for me to put my card in my wallet. I don’t know why but him winking at her irritated me a bit, I wasn’t sure if it was because she was so obviously thirsty or because he was such a flirt.

I shook my head and turned around ready to leave, almost immediately I made eye contact with Quis who was standing not that far away from us. He raised his eyebrows at me before turning to exit the store. I groaned inwardly knowing how bad this entire scene had just looked and I gave myself a mental note to keep distance between me and Caiden from now on.

Quis

“Keys you sit here kay?” Zora said grabbing my hand and sitting me down on the couch. We were supposed to be having a work meeting but Marcus couldn’t find anyone to watch Zora so we were at Richè’s house and she was supposed to be keeping her busy but that wasn’t happening.

“Okay lil mama.” I said with a chuckle sitting down and taking the teacup she was holding out for me. I watched her move around the living room in awe, she was such a little person and I couldn’t believe that in a couple more months I’d have a little person crawling around my place.

“You good Keys?” Keem asking mocking Zora’s name for me.

“Keemy you hush.” Zora said frowning and stomping her foot in his direction in an attempt to scare him I guess. I laughed and she shot me a dirty frown and I immediately shut my mouth. Zora was just like Marcus and it was funny to see her try and act like he did.

“You wanna fight shorty?” Keem asked kneeling down so that he was eye to eye with Zora. She nodded and balled her small baby hands into two fists and held them up Keem’s face. I tried my best to hide my laugh, before she could throw a punch Richè came into the living room and scooped Zora up throwing her over her shoulder.

Zora screeched gleefully and giggled loudly as Richè tickled her while holding her upside down before turning her right side up and placing a big kiss on her cheek. “Lil mama you wanna spend some time with me and watch Frozen?” She asked to which Zora nodded in response.

“Okay say bye to Keemy and Keys.” She said laughing at Zora’s nicknames for us.

“Bye Keys, bye Keemy!” Zora called out as she waved to us before disappearing around the corner with Richè.

“Marcus is a lucky ass nigga. Ion know that many girls that would look after another person’s child the way Richè does.” Keem said, I nodded my head in agreement. Although I was nodding, I wasn’t really listening. I had a lot on my mind in regards to Dej and our future child, along with the fact that my future was pretty much in this nigga Caiden’s hands and he can’t even keep his hands to himself.

“Yo you good?” Keem asked me raising his eyebrows. I shrugged not sure if I should speak on my thoughts or keep them to myself. I wasn’t like him and Marcus, I was a private ass nigga and I pretty much handled shit on my own always. But for some reason I decided to speak on it.

“Just thinking about the future and how I hope this nigga Caiden doesn’t fuck us over.” I replied after several seconds. Keem was silent for a bit before nodding his head.

“Yeah I feel you, at least he’s been acting how he should be lately. In terms of work and shit.” He said looking over at me. I made a face and shook my head in response.

“Barely. Plus this nigga been making moves on Richè when Marcus ain’t around. I know you have to have been peeping that shit bruh.” I said adding the next point to my argument. Caiden just wasn’t someone that should be trusted. He didn’t have a sense of brotherhood, I could see him not respecting me or Keem since we ain’t fuck with him. But Marcus? That was his number on advocate.

“Nah I ain’t peep shit but if you say it’s true I believe you. But I really think you’re just extra paranoid because you got a baby on the way fam.” Keem replied to which I responded with a glare. “Not to invalidate you my nigga. I’m just saying, you already don’t fuck with Caiden and wouldn’t trust him with your life. But now you gotta trust him with your life, Dej’s, and your child’s too. I think that shit got you on edge as fuck and so now you’re just picking up on every sus thing this nigga does.”

“Maybe you’re right Keem but ion know. Something just doesn’t feel right and I’m not sure what it is exactly, I feel like Marcus just doesn’t know what he’s getting us all into.” I responded with a shrug.

“About what?” Marcus asked entering the living room from the back of the house where he had been. I looked up surprised wondering how much he had heard, hopefully all of it so I could save my fucking breath.

“Clearly you still tripping Quis. Look fam you gotta chill on Caiden, he’s helping us all out and risking his life. Ion know how much more proof you need that he aint a snake.” Marcus said shaking his head and sitting down across from Keem and I.

“Marcus you know ion say much. I usually trust everything you say when it comes to this shit, but I’m telling you something aint right with Caiden. You’re making a mistake.” I said shaking my head and resting my head in my hands. It was clear to me these niggas were blind to the fact and I’d either have to prove myself or let Caiden fuck shit up for all of us.

“Quis my nigga, you’re under a lot of stress. I think you’re just being irrational right now. I mean just three weeks ago your shorty was in the hospital, that shit takes a toll on you. This is why we need Caiden more than ever, once he secures this territory it’s more money for all of us. Taking the pressure off work a bit and letting you focus on your family.” Marcus explained still trying to convince me. But I knew I wasn’t wrong.

“Look yo I get where you’re coming from but I aint buying it. Don’t worry bout me though, I’ll chill on ya boy like you said. But when he fucks us all over ion wanna hear shit from neither of you two.” I said. Before Marcus could respond the doorbell rang and I stood up ready to go.

“I gotta go check on Dej but I wanted to make sure I stopped by. Just fill me in on what I miss aigh?” I said walking over to the door and opening it, just as the door opened Caiden stepped inside and I couldn’t stop my eyes from narrowing.

“Wassup?” He asked offering his hand to me for a dap. I looked down at his hand and just started at it before chuckling and pushing past him outside. I didn’t care what Marcus and Keem said something wasn’t right about that nigga and if I had to be the one to expose him then so be it.

#urban fan fic #chris brown fan fiction #chris brown fanfic #Dave East #new fanfic

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trulymadlysydney · 8 years ago

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(dick appointment anon #2 lmfaooo) okay so there's this kid in my economics class who is SO FUCKING HOT LEMME TELL YOU. so this whole quarter i've been peeping him and like every time we talk we're always so so so flirty with each other and other's comment on it so it's not like all in my head lmfao. ANYWAY last class (which was last thursday) we got assigned this project and we were paired as partners (i still thank God) so i basically invited him to my apartment so we could work on it (1/?)

and so he texts me today and is like "we still on for tonight?" and he texts me this shit at like 6 am this morning so i'm still hella tired and i'm like "oh shit what did i do" not realizing I TOLD HIM TO COME OVER TO LITERALLY DO SCHOOL WORK?? IM SUCH A HOE??? so i remember and confirm the plans and what not. so i didn't have any classes today so i just went to the library the whole day bc i'm bffs with one of the librarians lowkey. BIH THIS BOY IS THERE HE JUST WALTZ IN AT LIKE 11 am (2/?)(3/?) ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY AND IM NOT KIDDING YOU I TRIED SO DESPERATELY TO HIDE FROM THIS BITCH BC I HAD NO MAKEUP ON AND MY HAIR WAS DOING JTS ON THING I LOOKED LIKE A FUCKIN SEWER RAT BUT LOW AND BEHOLD (i need a name for him let's just use his actual name) CHRIS FINDS ME AND SMILES AND DOES THE HEAD NOD THING YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOJT GIRL4/?) and he walks over to me and sits down I DONT KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE THIS BASICALLY ANNOYINGLY COCKY TMH HARRY WANNABE SITTING ACROSS FROM YOU IN A SCHOOL LIRBARY WITH A BIG ASS SMIRK ON HIS FACE??? and we just start talking and shit but then he's like "ok i'll let you do your work lol sorry for interrupting" but me being the thirsty ass bitch i am go "oh no it's fine i was kinda lonely anyway" but i go to retrieve a book i needed for my lit paper (literal bullshit) and CHRIS FOLLOWS ME(5/?) i have no idea if this makes sense but my library at my school is huge so the book cases like move to reveal more books so i'm at the back of this godforsaken library and this BITCH CHRISTOPHER IS STILL ON MY ASS AND IM BENDING OVER TO FIND THIS DAMN MASTERPOST and i finally found it right so i turn around and HES SO CLOSE TO ME HIS MOUTH WAS INCHES AWAY I COULD FEEL HIS DAMN BREATH I WAS SHTTINF MYSELF BUT I THINK I LOWKEY CURVED HIM BC I JUST HOPPED OUTA THE WAY BC I RLY DIDNT FEEL LIKE(6/?) doing a dumb ass movie scene (kissing in the library how cliche) so we walk back to my little desk and he just goes "i gotta head out but i'll see you tonight then?" and so i'm like ye it's lit daddy see u then. girl i do not mean to exaggerate he put his god carved hand on my shoulder and like squeezes it (u know the gesture hot boys do sometimes idk how to explain) and smiles down at me (bc i was sitting obv) and then leaves I LITERALLY NUTTED BYE(7/?) idk how i haven't gotten blocked from sending u shit by now but let's continue. later that night (i told him to come over at 6) it was like 6:15 SO THIS FUCKBOY WAS LATE he finally shows up and i'm going to skip all the boring shit but about 30 minutes in (we were actually doing work i swear) he takes my BOOK OUTA MY HAND??? AND GOES "so idk if you feel the same way and i know this is kinda weird timing but you're cute and super funny i just wanted to let u know i kinda have a crush on u(8/?) I AM AT LOSS FOR WORDS YO I HAD NO IDEA WHAT IN THE FUCK TO DO LIKE??? IS THAT SHIT NOMRAL I WAS LOST but ig i got shy bc I DO AROUND CUTE BOYS SOMETIMES ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ADMIT THEH GOT A CRUSH ON ME so was like teasing me on how red my cheeks were and all that shit god how disgusting. long story short he darted tickling me AND A BITCH HATES BEING TICKLED I WILL SWING AT YOU but i kid u not it turned into an unrealistic fanfic we ended up on the ground (him on bottom me on top)(9/9) AND I JUST WENT FOR IT IT WAS ONE OF THOSE TENSION KISSES YOU FEEL ME AND YOOO IT GOT HEATED SO DAMN FAST HE KEPT TELLING ME HOW GOOD OF A KISSER I WAS AND GIRL HIS TINY LITTLE MOANS I STG I WAS IN HEAVEN BUT ME BEING the nun i had to be a cock block and was all like "maybe we should go slow" and lord bless he was breathing so damn hard and his hair was EVERYWHERE and he just nodded so slowly i was shook as hell but then we cuddled & watched dory this boy is bf material would YOU SAY??-----------OKAY SO at first I though you were gonna have sex in the library and I was like YOOOO but then when you curved him I laughed because that is me as hell. Anyway YEAH WTF THIS IS SO CUTE AND IM SO HAPPY ABOUT ALL OF THIS?!?!? MAKE IT HAPPEN PLEASE I AM SO HERE FOR THIIIIIS

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missamerichale · 6 years ago

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“you and i can be alone together later”

- literally what our 75-year-old tour guide whispered to me on the catamaran for our day trip to Saona Island excursion on day 2. Buckle in, my peeps. It’s about to be one wild ride.

The day began with a lovely alarm jarring us awake at 5:30AM. Luckily we were pretty tired the night before from traveling to Punta so we got a decent amount of sleep, overall. We had to prerequest “Fast breakfast” the night before because we needed to be ready at 6AM for our shuttle to the boat and the breakfast buffet didn’t open until 7AM. We got changed, lathered on sunscreen and wandered to the front desk to pick up our individually wrapped styrofoam takeout boxes that were equipped with 1 banana, 1 yogurt, 1 piece of banana bread, and 1 roll (kind of like the roll you’d get with a chicken dinner), with jelly. It was interesting, but we were starving, so we went in.

We board our bus (fits about 12 people) to begin our way to the boat tour. We knew it was going to be about an hour an a half ride to get there. But, we didn’t even arrive to the boat until 10:30AM. What could we have possibly done for 4 and a half hours you ask? Let. me. tell. you:

We stopped at a gas station, in which some people switched tour busses (still not sure why?), then we stopped at a shady gift store where we got a free shot of “MamaJuana”, which is their national drink or something, and it actually was pretty good. They also had a bathroom #blessed. The one thing I couldn’t figure out was the crap shack had a bathroom attendant?? When I stepped out of the stall to wash my hands she pointed to the soap dispenser (literally the most basic one - like yes, I know what soap is), so I put soap on my hands, and then she gave me a piece of throwaway towel to use from a roll in her hand. It was nice but totally unnecessary? And I kind of felt like I needed to tip her but I didn’t want to? So weird. But anyway, I did end up buying 2 things from the crap shack: a necklace for my grandma and a pair of earrings for myself, in which the dude was trying to sell to me for $60. I said heck naw cuz, and gave him $40 instead. Correy paid $20 for an ankle bracelet that ended up falling off her ankle the day later because of it’s poor quality but we won’t talk about that. Let’s just pray my ears don’t fall off from infection whenever I decide to wear the earrings. MOVING ON.

We get back on the bus and head to the coast where we’d get on our boat. We finally get there and depart the bus, and I’m so jazzed about getting to the boat. I’m thirsty and ready to get my drink on. The tour guide, who had briefly introduced himself as Fransisco (still unsure if that’s even his real name), tells us to follow him. Well we follow him down a dirt trail, past a school (?), to a little boardwalk that overlooks the water, which was cool - but where was our boat? We just spent 15 minutes walking here and there’s nothing here and now I’m mad.

Whatever yo, we take pics and follow Fransisco back down the trail where he FINALLY walks us to the beach to get ready to hop on the catamaran. The tour worked like this: you would ride to the island in either a catamaran (the party boat) or a speedboat, and then when you left the island, you would take whatever boat you didn’t take in the morning to get there. We got to ride the catamaran first #BLESSED. This means BOOZE CRUISE YA’LL.

We piled on to the boat in which the captain introduced himself, his crew, his “dancers” (who were like 13 year old girls which made me sort of uncomfortable and I felt bad for them kind of?), and Fransisco. We layed out in our bathing suits while the “dancers” (I have to keep using quotes because I literally can’t bring myself to call them that), served us up FREE Rum and Cokes. My literal DREAM!! I was so happy, I made friends with one of the “dancers”, Eliza. She was bomb. I kept going to her for more refills MY GIRL. So content with the morning so far. They started blasting music, which was like 90% spanish, 8% bruno mars, and 2% macarena. Liv , Correy and I sat and chatted for a while until Liv and Core had to run to the bathroom in which I opted to stay by our bags. That’s when it happened.

I was sitting there, minding my own business, sipping on my rum and coke and embracing the sun, when Fransisco walks up behind me (like a CREEP) and whispers in my ear, “don’t worry, you and I can get alone together later and talk about everything.” UM EW. WHAT. I gave him the nastiest look of all time and replied, “UM NO.” and he walked away. I was so shook. Also it was unsettling because one of the workers at the crap shack literally just asked if I was over the age of 16 so I was really looking like I was 12 that day. GOODBYE.

Tipsy Hales had already set in but now I was tipsy AND shook, and if you know me, you know I don’t let this kind of stuff fly when I’ve had a few drinks in me. Core and Liv came back so I gave them the story of the old man and we all vowed to keep our eyes out for him (AKA avoid him at all costs). Time passes, and my drink, naturally, gets empty. I turn around to walk over to ma girl Eliza, when old man is standing there with his arm out acting like he’s going to refill my drink for me.

This is NOT my first rodeo, you old, crusty freak.

I’ve seen you fumbling around in your fanny pack all morning for who knows what. and you know I don’t like you already. So no. Leave me alone.

I shook my head and said no again, cause apparently he didn’t get it the first time (per usual).

I took the longest way around the catamaran to get my drink refilled just so I didn’t have to walk by him. When I came back to the girls, we wanted to get a pic taken. We made friends with a couple of girls from Spain, one which spoke fluent English, and asked her to take our pic. She happily agreed and set her drink down to take our photo. Her friend stepped away to go to the bathroom. Then, OLD CRUSTY picks up our friend’s drink from the floor and holds it so she’s forced to talk to him after she’s done taking our pic. I literally cannot stand this dude.

So after she gets our pic I openly walk over to her and tell her to not drink it because he was being super weird earlier and also trying to grab my drink, and he saw me talking trash so he sheepishly handed her the drink and ran away. She freaked out, naturally, and dumped it overboard to get a new one. I was feeling like a #hero. We celebrated by dancing to the macarena and (somewhat) salsa dancing with Eliza and her friends on the front of the catamaran until we got to the island.

The. island. was. AMAZE. Bluest water I have literally ever seen in my entire life. We got lunch and hungout there for an hour and half. And by hangout, I mean walk the beach, take pics and spend a good 80% of our time floating in the ocean water with the sun on our faces. The day ended with a trip on the speedboat to the “natural swimming pool” which was an area near an island with 3 feet water wayyy off the coast of the island that people could swim in if they wish. We decided to stay on the boat because we were #tired from the events happening in the morning.

The boat makes it back to the port and we get off to walk back up to our vans. All is well, but I’m feeling uncomfortable with old crusty being on our bus, so Liv sat next to me to ensure he didn’t try to come creep by me or something. Thank God the bus ride back was shorter than the ride there. But it still took way too long, in my opinion. We didn’t actually get back to the all-inclusive until 7:30PM. But don’t worry you guys, an hour out from our home destination old crusty had to go out with a bang.

First of all, he literally caressed liv’s calf without saying a single. word. and then just walked away??? We literally just stared at each other in disbelief because of how gd weird he was. Then, we have to switch busses for some reason, so I sit next to correy toward the front. This bus gets so crowded with peeps that old crusty has to sit in the back area with us so a tourist could sit in the passenger seat, and this, unfortunately, put him directly next to me.

He puts his hand on my arm and holds it there. I’m cringing so hard on the inside you guys I kind of wanted to throw up. He’s all, “so what hotel are you staying at?” and I said “Vista Sol”, and he’s alike “ahhhhhh, Vista Sol”, STILL holding my arm, ALTHOUGH I literally had to tell him we were staying at Vista Sol .5 seconds earlier because THAT WAS THE WHOLE REASON WE GOT ON A NEW BUS!!! GOODBYE!!

A wave of relief hits me when he takes his hand off my arm, but then about 15 minutes later he starts getting the shakes of some sort. I don’t know how to explain it you guys. He was literally twitching. We stop at a hotel to drop off a family who promptly exit the vehicle, then homeboy disappears and we are like dude can we go now? He literally disappears for like 15 minutes. We made friends with 4 ladies from Vermont on our bus and the one was like “he’s having withdrawals from something” and I’m like jesus H christ this is actually my worst fear. What a TIME to be ALIVE.

He returns, much more chipper, and sits behind Liv in the spot that the famliy was sitting before they left. He then picks up a leftover bag of trail mix that the mom who left the bag was eating and starts eating it?? Liv is looking at him like omg. She asks him where he lives, to which he replies “next to your hotel”, so for reals I was like we are DYING. TODAY. my friends.

By the grace of the good lord above, he finally leaves the van in which I almost kicked him out and for sure did NOT give him a tip. I felt 100% more safe in the van without him there, and we were quickly dropped off at our resort so we could get ready for dinner at the italian restaurant and chill until we had 2 full days of FREEDOM!! It was a long first full day in Punta, but TOTALLY worth the boat ride and island views. Downfall = Old Crusty. I would recommend you do NOT book the Saona Island Day Trip from Punta Cana off of TripAdvisor because you might get stuck with him and it might just put a whole damper on your day. Also watch yo drinks my friends.

But for sure try to go to Saona Island - just not through TripAdvisor’s tour. :)

As I sign off, I’m daydreaming of more rum and coke’s,

Hales

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Raekwon Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

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Raekwon Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

Raekwon 첫 솔로앨범 Only Built 4 Cuban Linx (1995년)

Let’s kick that old school shit

힙합클래식 중 손꼽히는 앨범

랩 가사야 릴웨인의 영향으로 많이많이 발전 했지만

그래도 힙합은 옛날 90년대 음악을 제일 좋아합니다

요즘 힙합은 개인적으로 잘 안듣습니다

편식이 심해진거 같아요

뭐 어쨌든 힙합하면 떠오르는 이미지가 게토생활의 힘든 삶 정도가 아닐까

그런 느낌을 가장 제대로 살린게 골든에라 90년대 힙합 이란 말이지요

그래서 아직까지도 그때의 향수를 가지고 있고 느끼고 즐기고 있습니다

오랫만에 올드한 느낌의 뮤직비디오 즐겨 보세요

Raekwon – Ice Cream

[Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)]

Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming!

[Chorus:]

Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!)

[Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)]

Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you’re clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby’s wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean’s Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard’s bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you’d be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I’m high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let’s make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let’s go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)]

Shaolin’s finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I’m loungin, big dick style, y’all niggaz is the flyest Moves you’re making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you’re looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I’m shootin downtown I’m rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who’s that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain’t afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Cappachino]

Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta’s and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you’re lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets

[Outro: Method Man]

Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It’s the after party and bitches want to fuck

[Chorus:]

Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream

Yeah, your guts

[Chorus: 3/4ths]

Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream

One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That’s for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff

Criminology

[Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)]

“I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey not to FUCK ME.” “Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!” “Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?” “You wanna go to war?…. Wanna go to war, OK?”

Comin up on half a mil, we build Get real God, taking you on another one Son Uhh, Julio Igleasias Makin CREAM like that nigga

[Verse One: Ghostface Killah] Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it’s militant Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit It’s manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin While I’ll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause +Cash Rules Everything Around Me+ black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Just a minute son… AK’s black bust back like seventy Macs I’m all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me see Marvelous, Menace fo’ Society But anyway, let’s toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Phonograph hip-hop put me on top ‘Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do or die shit, I’ll take your lie and shit And then you know, I’m runnin through the penal, foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid No I’m not doin a bid Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got stuck, and the nigga chain was truck Yo fuck that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac’ Nigga… bring it! Yeah..

[Outro: Raekwon] Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil’ ice rockin niggaz

incarcerated scarfaces

[Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef] Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz

[Chorus: Raekwon the Chef] Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It’s for real though, let’s connect politic – ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who’s the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who’s the black Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour’s Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don’t wet it Real niggaz lick shots, peace Connecticut

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Chef’ll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs Wit Mac-10’s and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can’t stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it’s just slang rap democracy Here’s the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar’s Palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man’s cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in RapPage But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat – it’s goin’ down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin Niggaz, yo they be foldin’ like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin like Kahlua’s on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy’s hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith – believe it!

[Chorus]

[Outro] …politic ditto …get lifted in the staircases

Heaven & Hell

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface]

Yo what what, yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four, we must go to war fast With the pen and the pad God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid Money clothes designer hoes and shows y’all

[Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface]

Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make moves and slide like greese What? I’m all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front I’m slammin you like the Lex So now I’m out in the ninety-five Rockin that real nigga don’t die Guess down Drawers Kani! But yo I’m makin a pit stop Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo Whattup Hobbes? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked He made a half of mil for real He brought about fo’ bricks Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit Couldn’t even rest, I need the vic And when I slept, I dream G’s, Son I need some Keys roll self, call up Son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his click Gimme a minute and I’m with it Yo niggaz done did it Rock your vest Keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in BoJangles Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G’s worth of gold bangles Diamonds, what, all up in his face With his man’s mace, medallions the size of dinner plates Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him Took thirty G’s worth of jewels of that nigga DO HIM! So now I’m lampin in my man’s Land Streets is hot like sand Jesus rollin in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo black Got to go down like that Shallah Cigars AND BALL HATS

[Outro:]

Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don’t beleive in heaven cause we’re livin in hell [x2] So it’s your life (we’re livin in hell, we’re livin in hellllllll) What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y’all That’s how it goes Whatever

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don’t believe in heaven cause we’re livin in hell 31st chamber y’all So it’s your life

(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?) Niggaz ain’t even know Son, only half is sewed cash (You don’t believe in heaven cause we’re livin in hell) They haven’t yet sold their weight (What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?) Question, shit is real, youknowhatI’msayin (You don’t believe…) Niggaz think it’s all about a real live Allah A little hundred dollars and that make you a man KnowhatI’msayin? You ain’t even promised tomorrow Son, word up Niggaz don’t understand how life can be so short Come so fast With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you’re gone baby Straight up, knowhatI’msayin, get turned to dust Return to the casket That ass is out Son, word up Word up, get evaporated, straight up Word up Lose all your strength nigga Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken, we soakin wet though Keepin it real for my peopls Yeah, yo And my physical brother DeVon, you’re still in here baby Because you’re in my arms nigga, word up I never let you go baby YouknowhatI’msayin? You my life charm, word up For real Keep shinin Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up, RZA, he’s my nigga baby Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now YaknowhatI’msayin? Word up, Big Booth represent the Q Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float GZA, word up, Master Killer The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck Dirty Bastard U-God, word up baby Keep it real Son Keep packin them guns Word up

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