#his back fam🥵

[obscureoperations]

D’ya ever just look at the “train scene” in Martin and just lose your fuckin mind?!👀👀😳🥵

[w2soneshots]

Oblivious -W2S

words: 1.5k

warnings: light smut, alcohol consumption.

summary: you realise that you and Harry aren’t ‘just friends’

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wrotoshaw: wow

faithlouisak: unbelievable❤️🔥

taliamar: 🥵🥵🥵

y/nfanpage21: the most beautiful woman ever

user29368103: HARRYS COMMENT!!??

Today I'm having a party to celebrate my new apartment and the entire group: Josh and Freya, Simon and Talia, Ethan and Faith, Vik, JJ, Tobi and Harry are all coming. I've already brought a load of alcohol, plastic cups and a speaker (since I accidentally left my last one at my old place). I met everyone through Talia, we've been best friends since high school so when she met Simon I began being invited to parties and eventually just became apart of the group. When Faith met Ethan around two years ago she immediately fit right in and we quickly became great friends, I was there for her during her entire pregnancy with Olive (who is staying at Faith's mum's house tonight so the couple can have fun) and always offer to look after the toddler whenever needs be.

The party begins at 7:00 o'clock so I began getting ready at around 5. I straightened my hair, applied some makeup and got dressed into a nude, lacy body suit along with some low waisted blue jeans and some matching nude heels. I then took some pics for insta and by the time I was finished it was 6:45. I dimmed the lights slightly, turned on the speaker and began playing the loud music from my phone. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I quickly traveled towards it and swung it open to reveal Simon, Talia and JJ. With a big smile I led them into the room "come on in!" "First here ya know!" JJ said loudly. "Ye because you came with us you're usually late." Simon stated with a chuckle. "Oi low it fam!" JJ retaliated.

Freya and Josh arrived soon after then Tobi, Ethan and Faith, Vik and finally Harry. Once everyone was here the fun really began. With the music blasting, drinks in everyone's hands (except Tobi's) all four of us girls stood in a circle dancing drunkenly. I glanced over to the boys who were all sat on and around my couch, I caught Harry's eyes. I smiled sweetly at him and he returned it.

A few minutes later I decided to go to the bathroom. Once I was in there I quickly fixed up my makeup and washed some of the sticky alcohol off my arm from where Talia had accidentally spilled her drink. As I opened the door to leave, while trying to manoeuvre one of my heels so it wasn't digging into my foot, I banged directly into Harry. "Shit, sorry!" he blurted out. I laughed "it's fine, I should have been watching when I was going!" As I looked up at him properly I noticed that he was looking at me slightly differently. I smiled "What?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Oh, nothing." he said and moved around me to enter the bathroom. "Strange?" I thought, but I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back into the living room/kitchen.

After a few hours once almost everyone was pissed we decided it'd be fun to play truth or dare. We all sat around the on the couch, floor or extra chairs brought from the kitchen area into the circle we'd created. When everyone was sat we began. "Me first!" JJ shouted throwing his hand into the air. "Go on then." Josh said. "Ok... Simon truth or dare?" JJ shouted once again. Simon rolled his eyes "for fuck sake, truth." JJ giggled mischievously "have you ever done anal?" Talia grimaced "yes." Simon said glancing over to Talia who now sat with her head in her hands, embarrassed.

The game continued and the questions and dares just got worse... "Vik, truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Dare." Vik replied. "Umm... I dare you to do a shot of... sambuca and tomato sauce." Ethan said confidently. We all turned to stare at him "uh, what?" I said and we all burst out laughing, our drunkenness making it hilarious. "I wasn't expecting tomato sauce!" Josh said through laughter. Vik did the shot and it looked absolutely disgusting.

Once it finally became my turn Faith asked "y/n, truth or dare?". I sighed "truth." She thought for a moment "ok, have you ever had a sex dream about anyone here?" My eyes widened, I wasn't expecting Faith to ask a question like that. I looked around the room. I'm sure no one will remember this tomorrow anyway... "yes I have." I blushed and grabbed a pillow to cover my face. I heard a few gasps "no fucking way... who?" Freya questioned. "Wasn't part of the question." I mumbled into the pillow. When everyone calmed down I removed my face from the pillow and quickly moved on to someone else, "Tal your turn."

After Talia it came back to JJ "wait Harry hasn't been!" he stated. "Bog truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Truth." he said simply. "Have you ever thought about any one here as more than a friend?" Ethan said jokingly gesturing to himself. "Yes." he said. Everyone quickly looked at him and he looked shocked at himself. "Who?" Ethan questioned even though there was realistically only person it could be... me, assuming he's not gay or has a crush on one of his friends birds, but surely not right? I mean I guess he's been a little more complementary lately and there's been a few weird looks, I've caught him staring a few times, he's been commenting on my posts, his breath hitched strangely once when I lent over him to grab my phone... oh. my. fuck.

"Who?" I said seriously, standing up. He just stared. The room fell silent and my heart sunk. I left the room and entered my bedroom. I feel really weird right now, how could I be so oblivious. I was sat on my bed with my head in my hands when there was a knock on the door, "y/n, It's us can we come in?" I heard Faith say from the other side of the door. I sighed slightly in relief "come in!" I said. The door creaked open and Talia, Freya and Faith walked into the room. Freya and Faith sat ether side of me on the bed and Tal squatted in front of me. "Surely you knew?" Talia said. "No, now I think about it I don't know how I didn't notice." I said. "Do you like him?" Faith asked putting emphasis on the "you" and "him". I inhaled "I dunno... maybe?" All three girls jumped slightly "you do!" Freya shouted. I shushed her "they'll hear you!" I said.

After a few minutes once I'd calmed down I said "I should really speak to him." They all nodded "do you want me to go get him?" Tal asked. I nodded, now nervous. They left and a few minutes later Harry stood at my door "come in." I said looking up at him from the bed. He shut the door behind him and sat next to me. "Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was gonna talk to you I just couldn't find the right time-" he started. "You don't need to apologise." I said looking up to him through my eyelashes. Our eyes looked, something washed over me (probably drunk confidence) and I leaned forward connecting our lips. He froze slightly at first but quickly melted into it. My hands roamed through his hair as his stayed firmly at my waist. I removed one of my hands from his hair and placed it onto his hand, I moved his hand so it rested on my ass.

He pulled me forward slightly so I swung my leg over him so I sat on his lap. He groaned quietly when I sat. With both his hands now firmly on my ass I pulled away "Wait." He furrowed his brows "did I do something wrong?" I laughed slightly "no, just give me two seconds." I said and jumped off of him. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Everyone looked to me, I smiled lightly then leaned down so my mouth was close to Talia's ear. "Harry's gonna stay so can you get everyone to leave?" I whispered so only she could hear. She widened her eyes at me then nodded. I smiled then ran back towards the bedroom.

The smile stayed on my face as I sat back on Harry's lap "there gone." I said with my hands around his neck. He smirked then stood from the bed with me in his arms. He lay on the bed with me under him. "Just for the record, that sex dream was about you." I whispered and his eyes closed as he let out a deep sort of growl.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Just casually popping in here with some thirsty Thursday thoughts 💭

So, that video of William with the Sports Heart Sweden 🫦 gosh I’m dying… 🥵

I know we’ve talked about this before, but when you mentioned that Loren could be dicked down in Sweden right now, it just had my mind going 🙈

So, can you imagine being there with William, it’s hot and you’re just chilling with the fam. Maybe it’s your first time spending the summer together after he’s introduced you as his gf - and mr. William is having a hard time controlling himself whenever he sees you in a bikini/much clothing ❤️‍🔥

You try to tell him no, because his family is there - and he’s trying to control himself (really trying, we remember how he was during the Bianca show when she asked about his activities before a match), but whenever you get a moment to yourselves, he’s all handsy and kissing 🫦

Maybe he’s trying to get some action in the evening, and you both have to stay quiet - which, let’s face it, isn’t easy with this man 😏

And you know from the looks of his sisters and Alex, that you were not quiet 😉

Welcome to Thursday's thirsty thots....can everyone please open up their text books to Chapter 3: Getting dicked down in the offseason by William Nylander

The thing is Loren is all about family, and making a really great impression on the Nylander's is of the utmost importance to her. William, however, already knows that Loren has charmed both the Nylander side, as well as the Altelius side, so those "world-class hands" of his are getting hands-ier by the second. It doesn't help that this stretch of the summer in Sweden has been super hot by anyone's standards. Thank goodness for their family lake house, where everyone can be together and eat, drink and be merry.

When William and Loren decided to leave for the lake house to help prep for the family's arrival the following day, the only thing William plans to prep once they get to the lake is Loren. It's only an hour's drive between Stockholm and the lake, but 30 minutes into the drive, Loren's already wiping remnants of cum from the side of her mouth from the road head she's just given William. After they arrive and unpack in the oppressive heat, a dip in the lake is desperately needed. Loren changes into a simple one-piece bathing suit and her and the dogs wander down to the dock to meet William. He can't stop looking at her tits bunched up at the top of her suit and he's already rocking a semi. Once they're in the lake, William's got her legs wrapped around his waist, and his fingers are already travelling under the seams of her bathing suit, teasing her pussy under water.

He wants to just get out and fuck her right there on the dock but there's a bit of boat traffic in the area, so that's a no go.

As the dogs shake off their fur, they head back up onto the shaded section of the porch for a nap. William on the other hand is leading Loren into the closest shelter for some privacy -- the boat house. It's not entirely sweltering in there but he opens the opposing double doors that lets in an incredible breeze from the lake.

He lays her down on a pile of older life jackets and it's not long before the bathing suits are off, and William's got his head buried between Loren's legs. Both William and Loren are equally excited as they finally get to get vocal. Like really vocal. Virtually every time they've had sex thus far, they've been hyper-aware of making too much noise for William's condo neighbours and her neighbours at her townhouse.

Today, no such issue exists. The pure passion expressed in the moans, shrieks, grunts and the occasional feral commands echo from the acoustics of that boat house. So much so, neither William or Loren are aware that a car has pulled up in the driveway.

Two of William's sisters, his brother Alex and his long-time buddy, Linus, all pile out of the car and greet the two doodles as they barrel towards the group. The girls scope out the house and mention that William and Loren aren't in there, so Linus and Alex head to the smaller cabins to see if they can find them. Alex even jokes about catching William a long time ago with a girl in a compromising position in the very cabin they're peering into.

The men hear "Fuck...yeah..." as a strained holler off in the distance. Then more moans and a female's voice that's praising the higher powers up in heaven.

Alex and Linus scoff when they realize what's happening in the boathouse, and warn the sisters to maybe wait awhile before going down to the lake.

As Loren and William resurface, and realize they've had an audience, Loren's mortified while William seems to be completely unbothered and somewhat amused.

The group continuously rib William for the remainder of the day (they spare Loren as she keeps apologizing profusely).

Later that night, after Loren and William decide to leave the bonfire, the jeers and catcalls telling them to "keep it down" from Linus and Alex follow the couple into their cabin.

Satisfied that they've sufficiently mocked William, Loren and their noisy sex-capades, the men ease back into enjoying their bottle-neck beers.

It's not the vocalizations that give Loren and William away this time. It's the fucking creaky bed that is squeaking faster and louder with every one of William's thrusts.

Sorry folks...class dismissed... 🥵🥴

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername Mama is out tonight 😜🤭 😈 Celebrating Grammy weekend 📸 by my hubby jackharlow

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jackharlow My mama 😮‍💨🥵

yourusername Always bubs 🤞🏼😘🫶🏻

urbanwyatt My job 🤦🏼‍♂️ 📸

jackharlow Well you’re not around. I did good though right?

yourusername LMAAOOO you did babe, if not I wouldn’t have posted them.

yourbestiename Damn hottie 🔥 🔥 pick me up!!!

druski2funnny No, what your ass needs to do is be with your husband.

yourbestiename STFU, you wanted drama, you got it.

neelamthadhani 😍😍😍😍 babes you’re hot

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jackharlow Ready for whatever tonight brings, wether it’s another baby, some backseat loving, BRING IT!!!! 📸 by my sexy wife yourusername

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yourusername JACKMAN!!!!!! No babies anytime soon. Backseat loving? Always 🤭

jackharlow Oh I’ll take that 🤪😜

druski2funnny FREAKS

druski2funnny But can I watch?

jackharlow NOOO

druski2funnny See now you’re just being mean, what happened to us being life partners?

yourusername When I get tired of him, I’ll send him your way.

druski2funnny Got it, you’re the best

jackharlow Do I have a say in this.

yourusername NO

druski2funnny NOPE

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yourusername He doesn’t even know what I’m singing half of the time, but he’s my number one hype man 🥺🤞🏼

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yourbestiename Love to see it 💜

claybornharlow Acting like a damn fool all night long 🙄

yourusername That’s how I love him🫶🏻😜

jackharlow For life baby 😍😘💜

yourusername And beyond that 🫶🏻🥺

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jackharlow Matching with my girls 💚

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yourusername 😘😘😘 We love you

neelamthadhani Aww

urbanwyatt Don’t say aww, Mia was crying because you kept trying to carry her 💀

druski2funnny Mia knows 😉 lmaooo

neelamthadhani Knows what?

druski2funnny That you’re annoying lmao

yourusername Now hold up, don’t be using my baby as an excuse 🤦🏻‍♀️😩😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt Was she not crying when Nee tried carrying her?

yourusername Yes

urbanwyatt Ok so there you have it

neelamthadhani To be fair, she only likes going with her parents.

claybornharlow Not true, she loves when I carry her

neelamthadhani Whatever she still loves me

druski2funnny Does she though? This is the fifth time I hear she cries when you try to hold her

neelamthadhani DRU MIND YOUR BUSINESS

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yourusername Last night we celebrated my husband, I’m just so proud of the man he is. 2022 was definitely his year and this year will be 100xs better. Tonight you’ll win a Grammy- yes I said you WILL!!!!! There’s no one else who deserves it more, I’m putting it out into the universe and I know your fans are as well. He’s been stressed, so I booked us a couples massage and I was going to let him just relax for the day but he said he rather be with the kids until it’s time to get ready!!!!! AHHHHHH MY BABY IS A GRAMMY NOMINEE AND HES GONNA TAKE THEM ALL HOME 🙏🏻 also ummm why do y’all have him sitting next to that girl? 🙄 ANYWHOOO, goodluck bubs, I’m so proud of you and I’ll always be. I love you 💕

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jackharlow 🥹🥹 Baby…….

jackharlow Don’t get me started now 😢 I fucking love you. Thank you for always having my back. For reassuring me whenever I don’t make it home in time due to work. Thank you for the best kids ever. Thank you for loving me, but most of all, thank you for riding this out with me and never second guessing our relationship. I love you mamas 😘

urbanwyatt ❤️

druski2funnny I guess he’s alright

yourusername He’s more than alright 🤪

yourbestiename Fam 🤍 I love you guys. Goodluck Jack 🙏🏻

neelamthadhani ❣️❣️❣️❣️couldn’t have said it any better!!!!! Tonight’s gonna be a good day!!!!!!

claybornharlow Idk who’s more nervous, your or him???? But good luck brother, I know you’ll win them all ❤️‍🔥

jackharlow Thank you. She’s more nervous though, I have to stop her from shaking her legs and playing with her ring

yourusername 😭😭😭😭😭 I’m just so excited and happy for you babe

druski2funnny What happens if he doesn’t win?

yourusername HE GETS TO PUT A BABY INSIDE ME!!!!!

urbanwyatt A couple of posts ago you said no babies, now you’re saying yes to him???

jackharlow 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

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[dreaming-tonite]

Your hobie brown body piercing agenda really got me down bad… didn’t even know you could pierce collarbones until I read your fic🥵

Fam I assure you the way I found out wasn’t far from yours either LMAO must have seen it in some fanart and had something in me awaken

(Warning: suggestive if you squint)

Just imagine the way he would look on one of the days when he was just chilling around your apartment, no spider suit in sight just a loose white t-shirt and some old sweatpants he probably dug out the sales bin in the Salvation Army ages ago (they probably didn’t even fit him at all, must be hard to find thrifted pants that fit when you’re as tall and lanky as him but he still wore them daily anyways).

And as most of his clothes, the t-shirt was well worn and well loved, the neckline already loose and out of shape from the many turmoils it experienced in the dryer.

He was just minding his business, maybe making you a cup of tea or coffee since you were too lazy to get up for those few steps you needed around your tiny excuse of an apartment.

So you got to watch from the corner of your eye how he leaned against your counter on his side, eyes lowered on whatever task he had at hand and back slightly hunched since nothing worked well for his height. At that posture, you could see the sharp line of his collarbone perfectly, prominent under the elastic of his shirt and silver piercings lined up neatly.

One, two, three, right until it stopped at the nape of his neck, with a few purple splotches peaking through.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that you were the culprit to those marks, and the man who’s neck everyone dream they could kiss was now making tea for you while humming some random tune he came up with at the top of his head.

[sunshinesteviee]

What about a little teeny tiny blurb of tom with a breeding kink? Like they're casually trying/not not trying and they have Sunday dinner with toms fam and Nikki just keeps bringing up baby cousins, and friends grandkids etc totally NOT being as subtle as she thinks she's being 🤣 and then they get home y/n pounces on him 🥵

hehe i tried my best… just a lil something

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“Your mum was anything but subtle,” you groaned as you pushed open the front door. You’d spent the afternoon with Tom’s family, and though you knew she was trying to be subtle as she brought up her friends’ new grandchildren, or mentioned that one of Tom’s cousins was expecting a baby, it was painfully obvious to everyone what she was trying to say.

Tom trailed in behind you, letting out his own huff, hands dragging down his face. He sounded apologetic as he said, “I know, I’ve tried to tell her—“

You let out a laugh as you turned to your husband, throwing your arms over his shoulders to pull him in closer, “It’s okay. I mean… I’ve been thinking about it more seriously lately.”

“Yeah?” You didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up at your admission, sparkling in the soft light of your still-dim living room as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His hands found your hips, giving them a soft squeeze before sliding around you to encircle you in his arms.

Having babies was definitely in your plans together, there was no doubt about that. It wasn’t until recently that you’d decided together that whatever happened, happened. You weren’t actively trying, but you weren’t not trying. But all the talk of babies had you thinking, and you really weren’t against the idea of actually trying to have a baby sooner rather than later.

“Mhm,” you nodded, fingers slipping into the hair curling at the nape of his neck. Your mouth was hot on his, kisses trailing from his mouth to his jaw, and up to just underneath his ear as you leaned up on your toes to kiss the spot you knew would draw your favorite sounds out of him. And it worked — a small groan escaped his lips, his hands traveling from the small of your back down to your ass. You grinned, pressing another kiss to his neck with a low whisper, “What do you say, handsome? We could officially start trying?”

“Fuck…” Tom pulled your body flush to his as he tried to form a coherent sentence, “Right now?”

“If you want,” you shrugged in reply, trying to remain nonchalant, even though you wanted nothing more than to be underneath him as soon as possible. Your hand slid down his arm to squeeze his bicep, eyes flickering up to his to give him a look you knew he couldn’t resist.

Tom started walking you backwards, moving towards the stairs, “Fuck yes, I want. Gonna be the death of me, love.” Leaning down, Tom pressed his lips to yours hungrily, kissing you in a way you weren’t sure he had before, full of a different kind of neediness. His voice was rough as he pulled back just enough to whisper, “Upstairs. Got a baby to make.”

[j0kers-light]

Can you tell us a bit more about (I'm not saying you have to be 100% sure) just your speculations about Joker's military past

Hey hi anon!🖤✨

Why yes I can! Hypothetically speaking of course *cough cough* 👀I will be the first to say, I could care less about Joker having a background but if I had to chose one for him, I love him with a military background. It just fits ya know?

I can go into heavy detail. I WILL go into heavy detail!

My speculations ✨

I believe Joker being a disgruntled ex military just makes sense. I said it before in this post, but its worth mentioning again.

It summarizes his extensive knowledge and precise tactics about the government/law enforcement, it fits his tyrannical demeanor, and even explains his possible PTSD/mannerisms— i.e, why he does what he does due to being a disgruntled soldier. He’s slow to trust anyone, he’s got a kill or be killed demeanor, very calculated, and organized. Those things never leave a man after service.

The stress of war or perhaps seeing something on a tour must’ve affected him psychologically and made him snap. He saw the system differently, got honorably or dishonorably discharged, went off the grid, and came back a completely different man.

Being in the military would give him the proper channels to stay off of any databases. Joker does not have any record to his name. He's a phantom. Only men in special forces or deeper cells in the military don't have a record so that a country can claim deniability if things go wrong on an op.

I think a cop in the GCPD confirmed my idea during the booking scene. No prints, no labels, no nothing. J had no background to trace just the lint in his pockets.

I think also in the way he runs his crew is a hint at his early military days. It baffles local police how methodical Joker's schemes are. The amount of weapons J has access to and the knowledge in how to use it is telling.

He packed up the local gangs in Gotham in what? like a few days simply because he ran circles around their silly attempts of organized crime. Joker was on a completely different level of anarchy and they knew better to try and compete with that. A seasoned soldier would've spoken to those goons and had them ready to blindly follow J’s crew or use fear tactics to make them fall in line. Remember this scene? Yeah. 💅🏾

Had them boys fighting over a pool stick! 🥵

The fourth time around I watched The Dark Knight (with my background in being in a military fam) I thought to myself, "Joker is ex mill. He too good with it." and I wasn't the only one who agreed.

Reddit is filled with these theories. I'm not a fan of the Jack White or doomed comedian backstory. Nah.

Joker's complete disregard to order and peace? That man has been deployed and seen some things for him to want to watch the world burn. He has nothing to lose.

Argue with ya mama if you think I'm wrong.

[rahleeyah]

Finally was able to watch the finales and have been profusely staring at gifs for the last 2 hours and okay listen I’m gonna drop a hot take on the diner shooting scene.

To me, it looks like Liv grabs El’s forearm and wrist (🥵) but she doesn’t actually put her finger on the trigger with his. So, I don’t think they took the literal shot together.

Imo: he’s lying on the ground, with his eyes shut tight, can’t see a single damn thing, his gun pointed straight ahead but he has no clue what he’s aiming at, and he trusts her that much to physically hold his arm in place and fire when she tells him to, into a chaotic crowd of civilians. He had that much faith in her that he pulled the trigger, flat on his back, with his eyes closed, fully trusting that Liv would have him hit the target. (And fatally in the forehead, no less.)

Like. She grabbed his arm with both hands, said, “right here. Fire. Now,” and he said, “yes, ma’am,” and did. not. stutter.

Elliot fired a gun with his eyes closed bc he knew Liv wouldn’t let him miss. That’s my hot take and it’s so delicious I am flinging myself into outer space

I was like so sure that I saw her little finger on top of his BUT my eyes have failed me before so since I was gonna try to make some gifs this weekend anyway I grabbed the episodes this afternoon and after a very nice dinner and a cuddle I sat down and took caps of the whole thing and made some very sloppy very slow gifs and I think we may have a definitive answer:

yeah fam I think it's just his finger and I think it's exactly as insane as you and @stability6313 have pointed out - she aims the gun, and he pulls the trigger. her pointer finger is likely lying along his - force of habit, in terms of where she's positioned her hands - and she may have given him a little bit of a press, but whether she did or not, he is moving on absolutely nothing more than his faith in her.

[thepaintedlady00]

Nightshade

Chapter 13 | Chapter 15

Chapter 14: Umami

An update!!! 🥳🥳🥳 Sorry for the long wait y'all. I am back! So hopefully the updates will get back to normal now. Thank you all for being patient 🥰 I hope you enjoy the chapter!

TW: More Jennifer horribleness, mentions of cancer and minor suicidal thoughts/implications, spicy dreams and very inappropriate thoughts, some wholesome Harrow fam content, Jake boxing 🥵, Lena being a bit of a tease, as always language, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the idiots are idioting, phone sex? Lena vs. Jennifer, Ozzy vs. Jennifer aka protective dad Oz, memories of blood and violence, Lena receives some unwanted attention, straight-up violence (mentions of knives & lots of punching) My editing site is on the fritz and I sped edited this so please take any mistakes with a grain of salt!

Moments of true freedom - from life and even from one's own thoughts - were rare, especially in this city. The noise and the strong smells and the bright lights all demanded immediate attention and, at times, made settling impossible. That was why walking through the old gym, surrounded by the steady sounds of fists striking the sandbags and Patrick's loud voice practically shouting encouragement at those he worked with, was peaceful. That, above all familial ties, was why The Ring was special.

Boxing had always been a passion for Peter. There was a time when he'd practically lived and breathed it. He'd been so strong then, so agile in and out of the ring. So how was it he now stood, panting in front of the lightest punching bag they had? Cancer. Right, he thought, forcing his thin, sore body to take a stance in front of the bag and punch. Just one more. He'd tell himself, though one often turned into ten which then turned into too many.

Patrick watched him; no matter what part of the gym he was in or what task he was doing, Peter could feel his brother's eyes. It both made him feel comfortable and irritated. He was the big brother. It was his job to be watching them, but he couldn't even do that. The image of Lena's worn down, fearful expression she'd shown him a few days ago after her encounter with Jennifer flashed in his mind. He ground his teeth together, punching as hard as he could. She didn't deserve to feel that way, not after what she lived through, and he'd sworn… He'd promised to protect her. Peter believed himself in many things, but now chief among those was one word. One damning title he knew he'd never be rid of. Liar.

Anger had never fueled him before, he'd never needed it to, but now that seemed to be the only thing he had left. The only thing the damn leukemia hadn't stripped him of. Peter missed his hair and his muscle and the way he could eat and drink whatever he wanted without worrying about throwing it all up immediately after. He missed the days when he'd dance with his father in the ring and get to listen to the older man's stories. He missed the peace that boxing had once brought him.

"The Harrow's got their demons, boy," his father always said. "Demons you ain't been touched by. It's bout the only thing I'll give the Glovers credit for."

Lena had always been haunted by Dad's fabled Harrow Demons. She'd been brash and angry and hurt for years after she'd come to live with them permanently. Peter remembered those days so clearly. Patrick and Lena fought until they were both bloody and bruised - Pat, the wary stray dog that saw Lena's trauma and anger as a threat to the life he'd somehow stumbled into, and Lena, the stray cat that saw Patrick's size and temper and was incapable of separating him from the others that had abused her - Ozzy and Dad arguing over what to do about the fighting and drugs and discontent. Boxing was the one thing that took all their noise and chaos and demons and turned it into something better.

Better was when his sister didn't flinch at his every move, and Patrick stopped sneaking food from the table to hoard in that hideous old backpack full of essentials he kept under his bed for years. Better was Dad and Ozzy sharing long looks as they all sat around the table at Nana's eating dinner together. It was watching his siblings playfully bicker as they turned on Ghostbusters - Dad's favorite movie - before they passed out on the floor of their tiny living room. He closed his eyes, clinging to the faint feeling of warmth the memories brought him as he imagined his Dad's warm embrace as he and Ozzy smashed him between them on the old couch.

Passion, love, warmth. That's what he should have felt as his fists hit their target, but it wasn't. The comforting warmth turned cold as a bitter, frustrated, and angry shout escaped his throat, and he nearly fell to the floor. Patrick was at his side in an instant, his brother's coarse hands settling onto his shoulder, discreetly holding him steady. "Easy there, hot shot. Don't wanna break the bag or any bones."

Peter knew his words were teasing, but the tight cold anger that squeezed his throat didn't seem to care. He shrugged off Patrick's hands and glared at him. "I'm fine."

"Pete," his brother started.

"Fuck off, Patrick." He didn't sound like himself but rather some hollow shell of what he used to be. 

Thank god Patrick knew when to leave well enough alone. "Holler if you need me, big brother," he patted his shoulder with no look of pity or anger at Peter's harshness but rather a soft smile. "I'll be here."

He'd never admit it to those closest to him, but Peter was afraid. Leukemia wasn't a simple thing. It was a death sentence for so many, and part of him couldn't help but scoff at the idea that he would be any different. Nestled comfortably beside that dark thought was another, equally ugly. Maybe death would be better. 

Catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, he felt the disconnect cut through him like he was made of butter. The face staring back wasn't him. It was too old, too thin, and too… Dead to be him. He remembered what his face was supposed to look like - full cheeks and a wide smile, shaggy brown hair, and life inside his eyes. Peter didn't know the person that stared back at him. Had the cancer taken that too? Had it taken all he was as well as all he could have been?

Behind him, someone cleared their throat, and Peter bit the inside of his cheek. "I said I'm fine, Pat. Just leave it."

"That's hardly a tone a son should have with his mother." Everything inside him stilled. He didn't want to look, didn't want to face the woman that had hurt him more than the cancer ever could. After the initial shock, his father's stubbornness and Ozzy's pride filled his lungs, forcing him to turn and glare at the old wrinkled face of Jennifer Glover.

She looked different than he remembered, though his memory of her was limited to his early childhood, where her skin had been smooth, and her blonde hair hadn't been speckled with strands of gray. It was the smile that made him angry again. Soft and smug, condescending even when coming to grovel. "It's a good thing I'm not your son then, isn't it?"

"Come now, darling." She dared a step forward and extended her hand to his cheek. For a moment, it almost looked like she was hurt, seeing him so sickly. For a moment, Peter could have fooled himself into believing she cared. "You look so-"

He brushed her hand off him. "I don't need you to tell me how sick I look."

"Older. I was going to say you looked so much older than I imagined." Jennifer chuckled, shaking her head. "I was sorry to hear about your diagnosis."

"Sorry?" He spat. "Spare me the pity and just tell me what you want."

She recoiled slightly with a disappointed hum. "I want to spend time with my son."

Peter laughed then, bitter and cold. "Ahh, of course. I'm only worth your time when I'm dying, right?"

"There's no need to be cruel, Peter." Jennifer sighed. "I'm trying to show you I care."

"Too little too late." He sucked in a hot breath, putting a fire in his lungs. "You could have reached out years ago… You could have never left, but you did. What was it you said that day?" The look on her face told him she remembered, but the way she pulled her lips tightly together told him she wasn't going to admit it.

She knelt down and took his hands in hers, smiling at him while Dad held onto Lena as if his life depended on it. "Your sister and I are going away."

"Will you be back soon?" He asked the child-like innocence in his voice hopeful.

"No." His mother fixed his hair with a look of disinterest.

His brows knit together. "Can I come to visit you?"

She sighed. "Lena and I will be very busy, and we likely won't be in one place long enough for visits."

"I'm not going to see you again?" He asked. "But… You're my mom." His eyes drifted to Lena. "She's my sister. We're a family."

"You have too much of your father in you," was her bitter reply. "He is your family. Lena is mine."

Peter felt his heart shatter at her words. "I don't understand."

Jennifer squeezed his hands and stood. "Goodbye, Peter."

He could only stand in shock and watch her glare at Dad as he whispered to Lena. "I promise I'll see you again, slugger."

She practically ripped Lena away and shoved the small child into the back of the cab, turning over her shoulder. "Remember my promise, Jack."

Dad shook his head and spit on the sidewalk. "Remember mine too, Jen."

"I had too much of my father in me." Peter laughed. "That was your reasoning for leaving me behind and never even bothering to visit or call."

She pursed her lips to cover up her disdain. "I made mistakes-"

"Abusing my sister wasn't a mistake." He ground his teeth together. "And abandoning me sure as hell wasn't one either."

Jennifer opened her mouth to speak again but was overshadowed by the booming voice of his brother as he returned from the back room. "Oi! We don't have a sign or nothing but no neglectful wannabe mothers allowed in the gym!"

Disgust filled her features instantly as she looked at the copper head of hair that shoved beside her. "And here I thought Jack showed some sense and got rid of you before dying."

"The old man was sensible enough." Patrick grinned. "He died with everything you ever wanted."

"Leave me and my son to our conversation, you worthless stray."

"I'm not your son." Peter straightened his back and stepped between the two of them. "Get out, Jennifer. My brother and I have a gym to run."

To his surprise, she didn't argue as she turned and made her way to the door, pausing to look back at him. "I was wrong, you know. Lena turned out to be just like your father, but you…" She smiled. "You're mine, Peter."

Patrick was quick to scoff and flip her off as she left the building. "What a bitch." He looked at Peter with a sigh. "You alright?"

"Yeah," he replied, shaking off the question. "I'm fine."

"What's it we always tell Lena?" Patrick asked. "It's okay not to be okay."

"That's different."

"No, it isn't."

"Lena has lived through some of the worst things in this world-"

Pat nodded along for a moment before interrupting. "So have you. Leukemia isn't a walk in the park, Pete. It's taken a toll on ya and I… We all want you to know it's okay if you're not fine."

Peter could feel the sting of tears building in his eyes as Jennifer's words burrowed into his mind and Patrick's genuine heartfelt concern swirled around him. All of it was warring. Anger and peace. Jennifer's calculus manipulation and Patrick's warm support. He didn't know what to feel, so he settled, exhaling a long breath. "I know. I'm… Sorry, I've been so short with you lately."

"Don't apologize," Pat insisted. "God knows I've been a real dick to you sometimes."

Laughing at the truth of his words, Peter set a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Thanks for putting up with me."

Patrick smiled. "That's what family does. Now stop worrying, big brother, and give me ten more solid punches."

For the first time in weeks, he felt the anger shift, turning into the passion he once held in abundance. With each new punch, Peter slowly accepted the fact that things had changed, he had changed, and that was okay. Sure, he didn't look or feel like himself, but with time that wouldn't last forever. He was angry and bitter, but he'd earned that right, and emotions like that didn't last long when smothered by the love and support of a family. And Peter had one hell of a family.

*

Sweat glistened on her skin as the warm morning light poured in through his window. Her red hair clung to her as she moved on top of him, face soft and twisted in pleasure. Jake couldn’t stop touching her, his palms taking hold of her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and helping her bounce on his dick. His scalp burned at the pressure of her long fingers digging into his hair, pulling at him until their lips touched.

Kissing her was like kissing an open flame. It consumed him entirely, making his face burn with heat and desire and everything in between. Lena made him feel alive, a thing he’d never really thought he lacked until her. The sensations of her hips rising and falling atop him were hazy and undefined, he didn’t really feel it if he focused on it, but he hardly needed to feel anything when he could hear the lewd noises she made.

“Jake,” she breathed his name, desperate and wanton, a sound that sent shivers down his spine and made his hands grab her harder.

“Don’t stop,” he urged her, forcing her back down onto his aching cock. Beneath his palms, he could feel her shaking, and it only made him want to ruin her more. 

A whine echoed from her throat as she threw her head back. “I can’t…”

“Come on, princess,” he replied, kissing her neck. “Just one more. Just give me one more.”

“Jake.”

His teeth wrapped around her throat, sucking an angry mark there as she dragged her nails down his back and arched into him. Lathering the red area with his tongue for a moment, he smiled against her. “Scream my name as loud as you need to. It’s just you and me.”

She laughed, a sound that, while not even remotely sexual, made his dick pulse and his control over his own orgasm waver. “God, your ego is unbelievable.”

“Stop acting like you don’t love it.” Jake moved a hand from her thigh to pull her chin down. “You like my ego.”

With a soft hum, she pulled her fingers up his neck, stroking his cheeks before she settled on cupping his jaw. Her hips slowed against his into long and languid strokes that made him shudder and her breath hitch. “I just like you.”

Flashes of that night walking to her apartment after the movie flooded his mind. Her eyes were darker as he looked into them, mirroring the night she’d spoken the words to him. “I don’t want to lose this.” The admission was one he wanted to say then… one he’d wanted to promise wasn’t even a possibility but just couldn’t bring himself to. Jake had a habit of fucking up every good thing he found, and this… Lena was something special. He couldn’t live with himself if he fucked this up.

Her soft, genuine smile made his heart stutter. “You won’t.” Goosebumps flared along his skin, and her smile turned smug. “Now, fuck me. If you think can handle it, pretty boy.”

With a smirk, his hand slid down her back, pushing her down even further on him, earning a sharp gasp and a shuddering breath. “I don’t think I’m the one that needs to worry about handling it.”

“I…” she gasped as he began to move his hips up into her. “I… Can… fuck-” Her eyes closed tightly, brows knitting together as he quickened the pace. “Do… this… all… day…”

His eyes glued to her chest as her breasts bounced with the quick movements. “That’s good 'cause I’ve got no intentions of stopping. Not when you look this good while I’m fucking you.”

Jake could feel her tighten around him. He could feel her body grow stiff as she reached her peak. “Jake!”

“JAKE!” Another voice practically shouted in his ear as pressure slammed atop his chest and shook him until his eyes shot open. Simone shook her head at him and sighed. “It’s a wonder you manage to show up to work at all.”

“Simone…” he shook his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes and quickly trying to rid himself of the disappointment of Lena’s absence. "What are you doing here?"

The blonde moved around his small apartment, picking clothes up off the ground and throwing away any stray garbage she found. "I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast, but your place is a disaster. Guess we'll have to just go out."

"What time is it?" He asked, vision still blurry.

"Eight-thirty." 

That made him jump out of bed. "Fuck!"

Simone gave him a curious look as he began throwing clothes on. With a laugh, she asked, "Are you late for something?"

"I'm about to be," Jake offered freely.

Her face fell into disbelief. "What would you have to do this early? You never get up before ten."

He froze, throat going dry as he weighed his options. Lying wasn't a habit Jake ever really had when it came to Simone, but telling her the truth would practically be inviting a fight. Was there a safe middle ground to telling her that he'd been spending every morning at The Ring, boxing with Lena's brothers? Both brothers often spoke about running the business; that could be enough. 

Moving once again, he shrugged. "I've been taking a few morning business classes."

"Business classes?" She questioned with narrow eyes. "When did this start?"

Practically two months ago. "Only a few weeks ago."

Simone didn't bother hiding her displeased look as she crossed her arms. "This isn't another of your hair-brained bar plans with Scott, is it?"

Jake knew what Simone thought about his desire to open his own place. She'd told him more times than he could count once she found out his plans with Scott. But, despite all the times he'd heard her call his dream stupid, it still stung. "No. That's…" He was going to tell her it was dead, done, over, but then he remembered the meeting he agreed to think about attending. Was it really over? "That's behind me."

"Good." She sighed. "Now, I suppose, what I don't understand is why you're wasting time with business classes."

"You're the one always telling me I need to apply myself more."

"I meant applying yourself at the job you already have, Jake. Not some… Random useless class."

With another nod, he shrugged on his jacket. "Yeah, well, I'll probably drop it. I'm not exactly good at all that business stuff."

If Simone had bothered to look at his bookshelf, she'd see through his lie. Multiple books on business sat on his shelves, another thing to remind him of his supposed forgotten venture with Scott. Instead, she just smiled. "So, breakfast?"

"Not today," he answered, heading toward the door. "I'm gonna give it one last shot. Maybe today I'll finally start getting it."

"Unlikely," she replied, following him out with a flat tone of mild annoyance and disappointment. "We both know you have a hard time paying attention while you're hung over."

Jake didn't bother telling her he wasn't hung over. Simone wouldn't have believed him anyway. On the sidewalk, she pulled him into a tight hug, an intimate gesture that once filled him with elation but now just felt… less. He smiled at her. “I won’t be late today, I promise.”

Simone pursed her lips. “We’ll see.”

He hurried to The Ring, where Dom stood outside smoking next to his bike. The drug dealer nodded to Jake, a simple gesture that was somehow filled with more respect than he’d expected. Patrick turned and sent him a glare the second he walked in the doors. “You’re late.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist Pat,” Jake replied sarcastically, shrugging his jacket off and heading toward the locker room with Patrick following close behind. “I…” Had an intense sex dream about your little sister. “I slept through my alarm.”

The redhead scoffed, standing in the doorway of the locker room, reaching up to tap the set of old gloves, his father's gloves, that hung over the door. “Well, sleepy, meet me in the ring if you think you can handle it.” If you think can handle it, pretty boy. Jake swallowed hard. “If not, we can reschedule for tomorrow.”

“I'm wide awake,” he replied hoarsely, pulling the gym tank top over his head and shoving everything else into the locker he’d been frequenting for the past two months. Jake sat on a small bench, quietly greeting the other gym goers that frequented the morning hours. Usually, he'd spend his time clearing his mind as he wrapped his hands, but today that proved difficult. He just couldn't shake that dream. Couldn't shake how real it felt or how badly he wanted it.

Loud purring at his feet pulled him from those thoughts as the hairless cat from the alley, the one he'd been seeing almost every morning, pounced on the bench beside him. The thin slits of its rich brown eyes widened as it stared up at him, gently kneading the side of his leg as it purred. Jake smiled, lifting a hand to scratch behind its large ears just where the little thing seemed to enjoy it. "Hey there," he greeted, chuckling as the cat sprained across his lap. "Can't sit around today, little guy. I've got to get in some practice before work."

The cat looked displeased by his answer and let out an angry hiss when he stood up, placing the cat back on the ground. "Relax, Hemingway. I'll let you sit on the couch with me while I smoke later."

Hemingway, a name Jake gave to the fickle creature because of the proud way it stood, as well as its rich brown eyes that reminded him of the old book that sat on Lena's bookshelf by the well-known author, rubbed against his leg and walked out through the locker room door as another person entered. Jake followed him out, watching as the cat stalked the gym, head high and chest puffed out as if he towered over everything and everyone. The attitude was another contributor to his famous namesake.

Patrick was waiting for him in the larger ring while Peter appeared to be occupying the small one with a sandbag in one of the corners. With an impatient wave, the larger man ushered him into the ring with a smile as he looked over Jake’s wraps. “You’re getting better at that. Which is good, considering I’m gonna beat your ass today.”

“You know, I’m starting to question your teaching methods,” Jake replied with a smirk.

A bellowing laugh echoed through the whole gym as Patrick laughed, tossing him a pair of gloves. “Get your gloves on, Jerky Jake, and say it to me again.”

He groaned at how quickly the stupid name Lena had given him spread through the gym. Everyone was calling him Jerky Jake, even people he’d never sparred with before. It was like the restaurant. No, Jake thought admiring the close community of people helping one another out with wrappings or sharing their music and equipment. It’s better than the restaurant.

People actually gave a shit here. They put their all into the sport and they were damn nice when newcomers joined without any clue what they were doing. Jake couldn’t count the number of times Patrick had stepped away and some stranger had offered advice on his footing or position. The Ring was like a giant family one that wasn’t riddled with toxic gossip and pay gaps and a manager like Howard. The Ring was Lena, her stubborn determination and her strategic mind, and her powerful body. It was alive and, just like she did, it made him feel alive too. Getting to punch people helped too.

Jake danced around the ring with Patrick for a while before the back door swung open and Lena’s soft voice sent a chill up his spine. He turned to look, earning a swift punch to the gut as Patrick exploited the distraction. “Ow,” Jake complained, glaring at his instructor.

“Never take your eyes off your opponent,” Patrick chastised with a smile. “Even for pretty girls.”

Rolling his eyes he turned back to watch Lena bend over and adorn Hemingway with attention. She scratched beneath his chin and whispered to him with a wide smile. Fucking beautiful. Too beautiful. Everyone greeted her as she walked deeper into the space, but she didn’t notice him until Patrick yelled for her to grab him water. When she turned back, water bottle in hand, their eyes locked and his dream came rushing back like a dam bursting. Fuck.

Her head tilted to the side as she smirked at him, smug and sexy and distracting. She tossed Patrick his bottle and stepped up on the side of the ring, resting her arms along the ropes. “I didn’t think you’d be up this early let alone in a ring with my brother.”

“I’m full of surprises,” he countered. “What are you doin’ here so early?”

“I decided to get in a good workout before work.”

Patrick chuckled. “Lord knows you’ve got some anger to burn off.”

Lena flipped him off, never once taking her eyes off him. “Well, how’s Jerky Jake doing?”

“He’s got some power in him, a bit slow and clumsy with his footing still.”

She clicked her tongue. “Sounds like you’ve got some work to do.”

“Maybe you can help me later.”

“Oh you’re not ready to go toe to toe with Leanin’ Lena,” Patrick replied laughing harder. “She’d kill you.”

Her wink sent his heart into pathetic stutters and he watched her leave, eyes instantly focusing on her hips and her thighs, remembering how they’d felt to hold in his dream. Patrick’s fist collided with his shoulder. “OW!”

“Focus!” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You can stare at my sister later.”

For a few minutes, Jake was able to focus and land a few solid hits on the more experienced boxer, but then Lena emerged from the locker room in a skin-tight crop top and shorts that made her thighs look even more amazing than they already did. As she worked out at a personal punching bag he found his eyes wandering to her, taking hits every time they did because Patrick refused to allow him even one minute of distraction. Eventually, they switched to some workout machine to help him work on his stamina while Lena moved into the ring with one of the other regulars. 

It’d been a while since he saw her fight, and while this wasn’t nearly as brutal it was just as distracting. Her skin was glossed with sweat, her whole body was alive and flexed and her eyes were focused on her opponent. It was in moments like this that made Jake fully realize just how powerful and strong she physically was. A goddess of fire and passion encased in mortal flesh. Her emerald eyes flashed to his, those lips quirking up into a smile as she easily dodged a hit from her opponent. God fucking damn it. 

*

After my workout was over and Jake had been released from Patrick’s teachings we met up at the front counter, both grabbing a bottle of water before we opened our mouths to speak. Whisky jumped in between us, nearly spilling my water all over the counter to hop into Jake’s arms. “Chill out Hemingway.”

"Hemingway?" I asked with a laugh, reaching over to scratch beneath his chin. "This is Whisky."

"Whisky?" Jake chuckled, lifting the cat to examine it. "Nah, Hemingway fits better."

I tilted my head and arched my brow. "Since when did you become the authority on stray cat names?"

"Since you think this clearly distinguished cat's name should be Whisky."

Rolling my eyes, I asked, "Why Hemingway?"

Jake shrugged, readjusting the cat. "It's a classic."

I pulled one of the cat treats out from behind the counter and smirked when Whisky leaped out of Jake's arms to try and snatch it from me. "He's too feisty to be some old author. He's clearly a Whisky."

We both watched the cat devour the small treat, purring between us. “You wanna walk with me to work today?”

“No biker escort?” Jake asked, looking out the front windows.

“No,” I replied. “Things have calmed down since the whole rock incident so hopefully that will be over soon.”

He nodded. “I’ll make sure to keep the walk entertaining for you, princess.”

I rolled my eyes and headed toward the stairs to the apartment. “See you in a minute Jerky Jake.”

*

Work was oddly normal. Simone and Olive kept to themselves, keeping whatever hushed whispers about how amazing my mother was quiet as I worked beside them. Jake’s gaze, however, seemed more heated than usual. He watched me as I waited on the tables with this look of pure lust smoldering in his blue eyes. His watching me had become a normal thing, but this… this made me blush on the spot.

After the shift had ended and everyone was out of the locker room I tried to return Jake’s jacket by quickly shoving it in his locker while he was standing there. With a chuckle, he pulled it out. “Seriously?”

I shoved it back in, pressing my chest further into his back. “Oh come on just let this one be easy!”

“Fine,” he replied. “Just this once because you asked so nicely.”

“Thank you!” I replied pressing a kiss to his neck. “See you tomorrow?”

He turned, looking disappointed and surprised that I wasn’t planning on heading to the bar. “Not going out tonight?”

I shrugged. “I kind of promised Ryker and the bikers that have been standing outside my house dinner. Raincheck though?”

“Raincheck,” he said quietly with a shake of his head. “See you tomorrow.”

*

The city lights cast a thin ray, a halo of bright colors, through my new window. I kept my distance, opting to keep the darker curtains drawn as Dom had told me, but the little I could see of the city outside made me want to forego caution. Leaning against the counter, I watched the lights silently, trying to keep the feelings of being trapped at bay. I wasn't trapped here. Here was home, one of the places I specifically kept to keep from ever feeling that way again.

My phone buzzing against the counter made me jump with a far too startled sound. Jake's now familiar number flashed along my screen as I flipped it open with a smile. "It's a bit late for friendly conversation." I over-exaggerated a gasp. "Is this a booty call?"

I could practically feel him roll his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you know, just sitting around in lingerie thinking about you," I teased.

He chuckled. "That's quite a pretty picture. But seriously, what are you doing?"

"I just finished cleaning up after my hungry biker guests." I glanced back at the now clean dishes stacked away on my shelves. "You just get home?"

"No," he replied with a deep sigh. "I've been home for a while."

Making my way to my bedroom, I tossed the unfolded laundry into an open chair and plopped down onto my clean poofy blanket. "You sound so thrilled about it."

He scoffed. "I'd much rather be anywhere else right now."

My brows furrowed. "Not a fan of your apartment?"

"Not a fan of an empty bed," he replied with that signature flirtatious tone.

"Mmm," I hummed with a grin. "Well, I'm sure you know plenty of women that'd be willing to come entertain you."

"Yet I called the singular one that won't." Jake scoffed. "Kind of pathetic, right?"

Warmth blazed in my chest at the admission I knew held more depth than Jake would ever admit. "I think it's sweet."

He made a gagging noise. "Sweet is a word people use to describe Will."

"And you can't share a description word with Will?"

"Fuck no."

"Whatever you say, sweetie."

"I'll hang up on you."

"You called me," I reminded.

With another sigh, I could make out vague sounds on his end as he seemingly tried to settle into one spot. "I did."

There was a quiet pause between us as I enthusiastically asked, "You okay, tough guy?"

The sound of his laugh was almost bitter as he replied, "It's nothing I can't handle."

"What's up?"

"Lena-”

"Oh, come on, don't make me get annoying."

Jake contemplated his response. "I'm just going through a bit of a… Sensitive phase."

"Did something happen?" I asked, suddenly worried he'd been going through some kind of emotional turmoil and I'd not noticed.

"No… It's… It's more of a physical problem." He sighed, deep and almost pained. "If you catch my meaning."

"Ahh," I bit back a chuckle. "I really did a number on you, didn't I?"

"You did," he admitted. "What are you wearing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"

"Oh, come on. You're the one making things so hard for me with those fuckin eyes and that pretty smile and…" He groaned. "That body."

Heat rose to my cheeks, a chill rushing through my body at the sound of his voice cracking. "Should I give you some privacy?"

He laughed, a sound that shouldn't have made me want more but did. "I was thinking you could lend me a hand, actually. You know, help a friend out?"

"Most friends don't help each other get off."

"Come on," he whispered. "Please?"

My eyes fluttered shut, and I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. Fuck… "Fine, but only because you sound so sweet when you ask nicely."

Jake ignored my response almost completely. "What are you wearing?"

"How do you want to play this?" I pondered, toying with my simple T-shirt. "You want the truth, or should I just bullshit you til you come?"

"The truth," he replied.

"It's nothing as scandalous as you're hoping for," I warned him.

"Everything's scandalous when it comes to you." Jake let out a long breath before he added, “Come on, paint me a picture, princess.”

I laid back, head resting in a cradle of pillows. “I’m wearing a T-shirt probably a few sizes too big and the ugliest underwear I own.”

Jake chuckled. “How ugly?”

“Beige with a hole on the left asscheek.” When he didn’t answer, I kept talking. “The T-shirt isn’t anything special either, just black with some abstract orange logo for a sports team, I think.”

“How low does it hang on you?”

“Mid-thigh,” I answered with a smirk. “Quinn cut a pretty deep V into the neckline, though. So now my tits fall out every time I bend over or lay down.” There was that groan I wanted. His breath sounded like static over the phone as he practically panted. “You alright, Sweetie?” I teased.

Jake moaned and answered with a breathless, absolutely wrecked voice, “Just keep talking.”

This was too much fun. “And what would you like me to talk about, Jake?”

“Anything.”

“Taxes?” I asked, voice silky and sultry. “Or I could talk about how to make one of Scott's favorite dishes.”

He sighed. “Do you have to be so annoying about this?”

Giggling I nodded to myself. “Absolutely.”

“God,” he groaned again, the faint sound of him desperately working his, assumingly, aching cock echoed through the phone, sending a wave of heated pleasure down my spine.

“You sound pretty,” I whispered.

“Come over then,” he taunted, sounding far more wrecked than I think he thought he would.

With a hum, I actually considered it. I wanted nothing more than to grab my coat and take a cab to his apartment so he could rip my stupid shirt in half and fuck me. Eventually, I sighed. “Raincheck?”

Jake sounded far more frustrated than he should have as he replied, “You’re worse than Sasha.”

“Goodnight, Jake,” I said with a smirk. “Try not to dream of me too much.”

“Wait!” Click.

He was going to be pissed about that tomorrow.

*

As expected Jake was even more moody than usual when I arrived at work. It was a more lighthearted kind of moody, with little looks and discrete middle fingers throughout family meal, but it was worth it when I restocked the bar and asked, “So, how’d it feel jerking off to the thought of my voice?”

He stumbled over his words as he spoke to the guest in front of him, turned to grab a bottle of whatever they’d ordered, and whispered, “Why don’t you come over and watch? Find out for yourself just how it was.”

The night descended into Hell from there when my mother and Olive came into the restaurant and demanded a table. Howard, the loyal lapdog, bumped the guests at table ten and found them a seat. Lucky for me I was able to hide in the kitchen, but even then my mother found ways to let me know she wasn’t going anywhere. Like sending back food, five times.

Heather set the plate down with a sigh. "I've got a refire on ten."

"Again?" Scott tossed his utensils down and examined the dish with curious eyes. "What'd she say was wrong with it?"

"Nothing," Heather replied tentatively. "She just said she wanted it redone."

I threw down my own cooking tools and grabbed the plate. "Fuck this."

The kitchen door swung open as I charged through, holding the plate of food she'd sent back. My mother sat at table ten with a smile as she lazily swirled the wine in her glass, watching me approach. I didn’t care about the other guests or about anything but finally teaching her a lesson as I threw the plate onto the table. “Eat it or fucking starve.”

“That’s hardly the way an employee should talk to a customer.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not just a customer then, isn’t it?”

Mother smiled wider as Howard approached. “Oh, how far the quality of this establishment has fallen.”

His hands came to grasp my shoulders. “My apologies, Ms. Glover. Lena ple-”

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” I shook his hands off, turning to glare at him as I walked away.

Jake nodded to me from the bar, a smile on his face as he proudly regarded my actions. For a moment, the anger burned softer, more manageable as everyone else, Nicky, Sasha and Ari, and Heather, quietly cheered me on as I slipped back into the kitchen. Service went well after that. No more plates being sent back or requests for eight different wines to taste, just normal everyday service. While it felt nice being able to breathe again, I knew it wasn’t over.

The locker room was rowdy as everyone complained about my mother's behavior, each in their own way trying to show me it didn’t matter to them that they wouldn’t hold it against me. Jake was the only one that was quiet as he stood next to his locker and waited for me. Sasha eyed the two of us. “Do I need to stay as well? Or are you two going to keep your filthy hands to yourselves?”

He smirked at the Russian. “Hard to tell.”

“Go ahead, Sasha,” I replied with a laugh. “I’m not really in a handsy mood tonight.”

With narrow eyes, he pointed at both of us. “I’m watching you two.”

Once he was gone, Jake shook his head. “He’s more determined than I expected.”

“Oh?” I teased. “Was him literally butting into our little makeout session not enough proof for you?”

“He’s always like that.”

“Fair point.”

Once I was fully dressed to go, he nodded to the stairs. “You hanging out for a bit, or are we sneaking out the back?”

With a deep sigh, I started for the stairs. “Sadly, I think I’ll have to stay so my mother will actually leave everyone else alone.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied. “I’ll make your drink extra strong.”

“My hero,” I replied with a smile.

As expected, my mother sat at the bar waiting for me with a blank expression. Once I took the seat next to her, it was quiet, horrifyingly so. Jake kept his promise and slid me my usual drink with an extra shot, and as I drank, my mother sighed. "This isn't you.”

"What would you know about me?" I asked coldly.

“I raised you to be better than some… drunk,” she replied. "And above that, I am your mother."

I chuckled. "That means less than you think it does, and it certainly doesn't mean you know me."

She sighed. "How many times do we have to do this, Lena?"

"What was the book I always read when we spent our summers in Cape Cod?" I asked. "What's my favorite book?"

Mother's face drained of the thin mask, shifting into annoyance at my question, and further beneath that, hidden so deep inside her that even she wouldn't see it was a hint of realization. The reality that she was wrong. "This is ridiculous."

"You think you know me? Then answer me," I demanded. "What book did I read over and over and over again until the pages started falling out?" My mother rolled her eyes. "Too hard? I'll ask something easier then. What's my favorite color?"

"This hardly proves any-"

"When's my birthday?" I continued. She didn't answer, couldn't answer. "You can't answer a single question about me, and yet you have the fucking audacity to stand here and pretend that you know me at all." I shook my head and scoffed. "You're not my mother."

Clapping echoed from the front door as Ozzy entered. “I couldn’t have said it better myself, darling.”

“Oswald,” Mother sneered, turning to look at him as he made his way to my side. “How lovely to see you.”

“Jen. It’s always so unfortunate when we cross paths.”

Her smile was tense. “I see you haven’t lost your juvenile sense of humor.”

"Never. Now, my daughter and I will be going," Ozzy replied, gently pulling me away from my mother.

"She is my daughter Oswald." Her hand snapped out and took hold of my wrist. "I am the one that birthed her and gave her every advantage!"

Ozzy placed himself between us, staring my mother down with rage swimming in his eyes. "You were the one that almost let that monster kill her. Hell, you almost killed her yourself a few times. You will never be anything more than an old, sad, washed-up ballerina Jen."

"How dare-"

"Jack might not be here to fulfill his promise, but I sure as hell am. Now, take your hands off my daughter and fuck off."

They stared each other down for a long moment before she finally loosened her grip on me. When my arm was free, her eyes met mine. "When you finally come to your senses, you know where to find me."

I shook my head, forcing the hurt down beneath my anger. "I don't think that's something I'm capable of. After all, I am my father's daughter."

Ozzy wrapped an arm around my shoulder, carefully leading me away toward the door. He raised his hand, waving back at the crowd of my coworkers. "Goodbye, Jen. We look forward to reading your name in the obituary!"

We walked in the cool city air, arm in arm, for a long time before I spoke. “Thanks for coming.”

“I would never leave you to suffer that woman alone,” Oz replied, bumping my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“Surprisingly, yeah, I am.” I sighed. “It felt kind of good to confront her.”

“I’m proud of you,” he said. “Just like your father would be.”

The thought was one that brought me some comfort, that my dad would have stood over my shoulder and encouraged me to lay into her deeper. Maybe he was… “How did he ever deal with her?”

Ozzy’s wide smile changed then, suddenly sad and in pain. “She wasn’t always a shrew, you know. When your dad brought her into the bar for the first time, she was actually quite lovely.”

“She was?”

“Of course. How’d you think we ended up with you two?”

“What changed?”

He considered the question before he shook his head. “She got tired of keeping up the act. By that time, the damage had been done.”

I held onto him tighter. “It all worked out in the end. I mean, as well as it could have.”

“That it did, my girl,” Ozzy said softly. “That it did.”

*

Back at the bar and significantly more drunk the group unwound from the long night, and everyone slowly began to shed the weight of my mother’s visit. Everyone but Peter. He drank his water, staring off into empty space until Patrick or I would grab his attention again, but I knew the weight of whatever words she’d managed to have with him carried. He left early, heading upstairs with the simple excuse of being tired. I was worried about him, after everything he had going on my mother should have been the least of it.

Quinn and Prue were determined to help me unwind with drinks and an abundance of shitty jokes and games. It helped, in a way only they could pull off. The night was slowly turning around as I hopped in to help get drinks to the tables and my friends carried on having fun together. I leaned over a table, grabbing the now empty glasses, when an unfamiliar body slid behind me. “How’s it goin, baby girl?”

The nickname made my blood run cold. It wasn’t him. I told myself over and over again that it wasn’t Tony, but there was always that lingering doubt that plagued me until I turned around. The rich asshole that had dined at the restaurant and that had tried to force himself on me in Tony’s penthouse stood too close to me, smiling down at me with leering eyes. I shook my head and tried to shove past him. “Fuck off.”

His hand grabbed my arm. “Not this time. I want that kiss you robbed me of.”

“Let go.” My voice carried, and in my peripheral, I saw Dom rise to his feet.

With a frustrated sigh, the man pulled something from his pocket. A metallic sound echoed in my ears as I pulled on my arm, stilling only when the familiar chill of steel on my neck made me freeze. "I said, not this time bitch."

I had no idea what came over me as I tore my arm from his grasp and moved quickly, the blade just barely cutting the side of my neck as he reached trying to regain his hold on me. As I stumbled to the floor Dom's solid body moved, punching the man in the face once. Twice.

Everything around me slowed as I pressed my fingers to the blood that now trailed down my neck. The sting of the cut had faded, but memories of the all too familiar sensation replayed in my mind longer as I watched Dom’s fists beat down on the face of my attacker. The sound of bones breaking brought a wave of nausea to my gut, and for a moment, reality seemed to shift. For a moment, I wasn’t on the floor of Ozzy’s but back in the penthouse, watching Tony beat down anyone foolish enough to question him.

My ears started to ring, filling with static. I knew, realistically, that only a minute or two had passed, but it felt longer. My eyes focused on the blood that now flew off Dom’s fists as I brought my hands up to cover my ears, attempting to drown out the voice Dom never used anymore… The voice that reminded me too much of Tony. Jake pushed his way through the crowd that had gathered and dropped down to the ground beside me so quickly that I couldn’t control the way I flinched.

His mouth moved with words I couldn’t hear as his eyes fixed on my neck, on the blood that now soaked into my top. He quickly reached up and grabbed a rag from the table and pressed it to the cut, only then turning his eyes to the bloody sight in front of us. The static began to fade from my ears, slowly bringing the noise back. Ozzy’s voice bellowed from behind the bar. “Dominic! That’s enough!”

Patrick shoved through the crowd, followed by a few of the bikers. “Oi! Come on, Dom. Not here, man.”

Dom couldn’t hear them, or he simply chose not to, as his fists kept bearing down through multiple hands, trying to pull him back. With a shaking voice, I called out, weak and half-spoken, “Dom…” His movements stopped, and his head turned dark… violent consumed eyes met mine. The hardened mask he wore, the mask of some brutal drug dealer, fell as he saw how scared I was… how scared I was of him. “Please.”

He stood then, towering over me with shaking, bloody hands. Jake shifted, putting himself between me and the drug dealer, an action I didn't think even he realized he'd done. Dom regarded him with a far-off look before he turned, brushing past Patrick and Ozzy and heading toward the door. The bikes followed, two of them picking up the now unconscious asshole and carrying him out. Ozzy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry for the mess. The bars closing now."

"You heard the man!" Patrick reinforced. "Get the fuck out!"

Ozzy turned and carefully reached toward Jake and me. “Keep pressure on the cut, son. Pat and I will get her up.”

Patrick appeared on the opposite side of me, making himself look as small as he could as he reached toward me with a grin. “Just breathe. We’ve got ya, little sister.”

With the help of the two older men, Jake was able to keep a steady hold on the rag pressed to my neck as they helped me to my feet and led me to the back office in Ozzy’s comfortable chair. Jake knelt in front of me, eyes glued to the side of my neck where the blood had begun soaking through the rag. Ozzy’s large hand settled on his shoulder, and with the kind smile he was known for, he said, “Breathe, lad.”

“Ya did good,” Patrick complimented. “Any other idiot woulda freaked out.”

Ozzy placed a hand over Jake’s. “I’ve gotta see how deep the cut is.” Without a word, Jake slowly let go, but his eyes never left me as Ozzy pulled the rag back and breathed out a sigh of relief. “It’s just a little knick. Nothin' a bit of gauze and a bandage won’t fix.”

Patrick held his fingers to my pulse point and held my hand. “She seems to have calmed down a bit. Can ya hear me, sis?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I can hear you.”

“That’s good,” Ozzy replied, cupping my cheek. “How's the pain?”

“It doesn’t hurt.” Not compared to the other one.

Sensing the unspoken words, Patrick sighed. “I’ll go get Pete. He’ll wanna know what’s goin' on.”

“Keep him as calm as you can.”

After Patrick was gone, Jake settled into the spot he vacated, hands trembling at his sides as he scanned the new area, unsure of where to look or what to do. I carefully brushed my fingers against his and smiled up at him. “You don’t have to stay. Ozzy’s good at patching me up.”

He considered my words for a minute, finally focusing on my eyes before he shook his head. “I’ll stay. Somebody’s gotta hold your hand.”

As his fingers wrapped around mine, I laughed, soft and weak and entirely too vulnerable. “I appreciate it, tough guy.”

Ozzy quietly bandaged the cut on my neck, though I caught his smirking glances at Jake as he held my hand and made small talk. It was only once Peter came rushing into the bar that Jake said goodnight and excused himself to make way for my very worried older brother. It took some convincing, but eventually, my little family had calmed down. Ozzy closed the bar down while Prue and Quinn fussed over me for a while before they, too, filtered out. Patrick and Peter led me out of the alleyway, pausing tensely as they came face to face with Dom. 

They both waited for me to tell them how to react. “You two head upstairs.”

“You sure?” Peter asked, glancing back at me.

I nodded. “I’ll be right up.”

We both stood, waiting until my brothers were out of earshot before Dom cleared his throat and sighed. “I ain’t gonna apologize for beatin' the fucker. But I’m sorry about making you relive that shit. I… I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“It… It’s okay.” I shrugged. “It wasn’t as bad this time.”

Dom knew what I was referring to, an old incident in a drug den I used to frequent. I could hardly look at him after that, and it took months to get back to where we were. “I don’t ever want you to be scared of me again.” I could see tears building in his eyes. “I would never hurt you, Lena.”

I stepped forward, carefully reaching out to grab his hands. “I know. Will you stay tonight? Just in case?”

“Of course,” he replied, slowly pulling me into a hug.

Upstairs my brothers had gotten everything ready for a sleepover in my room. Dom settled on the couch, insisting on being in the main area by the door while my brothers and I cuddled together in my bed. Any other instance of an attack like that would have shaken me to my core… would have made it impossible for me to even talk for days after. Tonight had been scary, too familiar, but ultimately different. I wasn’t afraid like I had been in the past. I wasn’t panicked and flighty. I knew I was safe. And with that knowledge nestled in my mind, I easily drifted off to sleep.

Maybe I was getting better. And maybe I liked the idea of no longer living my life in fear.

[hekateinhell]

GUESS who just finished reading your latest magum opus? ME FAM, DA!!! Transformative experience from start to finish, I’d missed reading your stuff SO much. So evocative, so vivid, so sensual. Felt like coming back home after a long trip, like cool breeze in my hair. I lived, I died, I lived again. 

First of all, the flower motifs were there right from the start (and I might’ve spoiled myself a lil with you latest post), but when it dawned on me what Armand was about to do to Lestat I was like OH MY GOD SHE DID THAT and I had to put my phone down for a minute. The chokehold these bitches (and you) (affectionate) have me on is insane. 

Again, perfection from start to finish, so here are my top 10 moments in no particular order, hopefully it makes sense (literally just finished it so I’m not really coherent rn) 

*drum roll*  🥁 🥁 🥁

1. “Yes, yes, let me be your co-conspirator. Tell me your secrets! I'll keep them all, good or bad – place them in a box and swallow the key, no one else will ever know.” INSANITY. The devil’s minion till the very end alright. 

2. “Daniel could've sworn he felt the blood rush through his retromandibular vein, every cell alive and awakened and thrilling at the closeness of its source and exhilarating at the thought of returning to its original host.” INSANITY X2. And also it’s such a wonderful callback to that one bit in QotD where it’s mentioned that all of Daniel’s “molecules were dancing with Armand’s invisible chemistry”. It DO be like that with them. Down bad for Armand on a chemical level, and you got that across so incredibly well. YOU GET IT. 

3. Armand noticing right away that Lestat hadn’t shaved and worrying if something might be wrong because why wouldn’t Lestat shave before flying to see him? Was Lestat telling the truth there? Was he aching for Armand’s company so badly that he didn’t have it in him to shave? Of course Armand would notice and of course he would worry.

4. “Daniel had worn a black cursive A right over his left pelvic bone for the remainder of his mortal days.” EXACTLY. There’s absolutely no way this didn’t happen. 

5. "And how would you have me, maestro?" Lestat inquired. His knee bouncing as he leaned back against the table, crossing his arms over his chest. Daniel didn't have to read Armand's mind to know that the immediate answer might be, "In so many ways," yes ma’am 🥵🥵🥵

6. “Lestat was at the perfect height for Armand to stand between his legs, a hand over each knee, as he bent his head to Lestat's chest and closed his mouth over a rosy nipple. He suckled at it for a moment before angling his head, and Daniel realized what Armand had done when he saw the grimace on Lestat's face.” god this is so hot. You didn’t even HAVE to write it but I can guarantee that every single person who reads that will be able to picture Armand’s fang piercing through Lestat’s nipple vividly. The writer that you are 🥹

7.  “It had to be said—it has been said—Lestat was a large man” THERE IT IS, Priapus makes its grand entrance. Love to see it, always. 

8. Daniel’s possessiveness??? Have you awoken a new kink in me?? It’s not like I didn’t think Daniel was possessive of Armand before, I did, but the way you had him contemplating the scene before him in awe but ALSO on so many different levels did something to me. He knows he’s no match for Lestat but he has A FEW things going for him and he’s going to let Lestat know about them, damn the consequences. He’s careless and immediately regrets it but he can’t help himself. He even resents the fact that Lestat didn’t bother removing his rings before touching Armand. Yet he guides him through it and desperately wants for Armand to enjoy this. He’s such a good boyfriend pls, always has been 😭😭😭

9. Armand being like “I THINK THE FUCK NOT” when Lestat offered Daniel a taste of his blood, so good. Lestat puts out so easily (figuratively but also literally and good for him tbh) while for Armand it’s such a sacred thing and he’s not about to let his only baby drink from another (not even their prince) like it’s no big deal. But also YES @ both of them eating Armand’s ass and Daniel getting a taste of Lestat that way. You truly put that out there and you should be proud 🥹 

10.  "We could simulate it sometime” yes they could and they SHOULD godddd part two incoming y/y?

I honestly could go on but I think I’ve made myself clear now lmao. It was magnificent, comeback of all time from one of my all time fave vc queens xoxo DA  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

DA!!

Lovely to see you as always 💖 I was wondering what you would think of this one — my 9lbs. 9k baby. It's May, it's spring, I'm in my flower era and I'm dragging everyone along with me!

It was all about the flowers lmao that scene stressed me out more than anything because it's the... set-up for the rest of the fic??? Armand conveying his affections for Lestat in a very intimate way—using his art—but it's low risk in a sense because the physical evidence is gone the next day. Anyway, I thought tattoos would be cool to play with because I've never seen that come up in VC fic before and Anne said they could have tattoos even it's just temporary, okay? I'm gonna exploit that!

Haha you gave me an ao3 style comment so I'm going to work through it ao3 style 🖤

Yes, this is so important to me when I think about post-canon A/D! I need them to have the elements of their OG dynamics but healthier and improved.

IT'S LIKE PHEROMONES WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW 🥵

omg okay you're the only so far who's commented on me giving Lestat some stubble and it was so important to me 🤧 I cannot express the sound I made when I realized that canon doesn't specifically tell us if he wakes up completely clean-shaven, or if it's part of his grooming routine like filing his nails every night in IWTV. I threw in a bit of my meta re: Magnus and Lestat's turning and well there you go — it's my story and I'm sticking to it. And as usual, you're right on the money... Lestat DID want Armand to notice because he knows Armand's caregiver tendencies with his loved ones. And then he got mad about it when Armand reacted accordingly and read him to the filth. Can't win with this guy. 😔

I believe with my whole heart Daniel was walking around with an A or even a Property of Armand tattoo on a private area from 1977 to 1985. I've said before it and I wrote it now and I'll do it again, don't test me.

Daniel being an expert on Armand comes in handy all the time, and he's officially known since 1985 how down bad for Lestat Armand has been. RIP. I also wonder how many times Armand randomly mentioned Lestat to his boyfriend during DM era aside from the Rutger Hauer moment. There's no way it was just the one time.

I loved writing that bit! In my head you could almost hear the soft sounds of Armand making those little bites into Lestat's nipples and I tried so hard to translate that onto the page. 🥹

Legit I'm one more smut fic away from tagging Lestat's dick as it's own character: Priapus (Vampire Chronicles). I'm not joking, I'm such an unserious person lmao

YES you get it! I feel like a lot of times we think Daniel would just be totally down for everything no questions asked, but like talking about the evolved DM dynamic earlier — now Daniel has all this knowledge of Armand's history with Lestat that he didn't have before. He's an understanding guy and he's open to a lot, but it's a very complex situation and I think it's natural that some feelings will come up here and there in the early days. Also, I left it ambiguous on purpose, but it's not clear just how much Daniel was in on regarding Armand's plan here. Was it something they discussed prior, like in explicit detail with the date marked on the calendar and circled in red? Did Armand plan to get that far in the first place or was it a surprise to him as much as it was to Daniel? Or was it kind of inevitable... "Yeah, get these guys in a room for the 50th time in 200 years and this time, they're gonna fuck"?

asjkgfasgk that was exactly Armand's thought process - fucked out and high with Lestat's blood in his ass, and all he can think is that Lestat better not touch his husband/baby unless Armand's ordering him to. The audacity, only Lestat fr 🤧 I got creative with vampire anatomy there and ~membranes~ and yk what I'll do it again it's free real estate

100% (now I just need something else to get meta about so I can write porn around it, it's the only way I know how to operate 🥲)

I wrote so much here lol I'm embarrassed but full transparency, it might not have been an angsty or heavy fic (and it was never supposed to be!), but I did pour myself into it and it makes my heart happy you enjoyed it! 😭🌸

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hanma and draken being the perfect devil and angel duo 😳

hanma groaning out the most nasty shit in your right ear while draken’s praising you like the true service dom he is at your left WOOO

could you pleaaase write a scenario to do with this?? theres just something about those two that is just 🥵🥵🥵🥵

I GOTCHU FAM!

A Second Time: Shuji Hanma x Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

wc: 1k

tw: NSFW (because I'm riding the midnight train to horny hell baybee!)

masterlist

song recommendation:

It's a one-night stand.

But two at once?

Shit.

"Such a pretty pussy, huh, Shuji?"

"Fucking wetter than an ocean."

You're sandwiched between the two men, praying to whatever god is out there that you wouldn't die before you came at least a few times. Shuji is on your right, cupping your breast in his hand and licking it with excitement. Draken is playing with your cunt, rubbing your clit with his thick fingers as he kisses down your neck, whispering the softest things you've ever heard as your cunt squelches around nothing.

You can't keep track of who's fingers are whose after a while, head swimming as the two men lavish your body with all the attention you've been missing for so long...

"I want to hear you, beautiful," Draken mumbles, rolling the swollen bud of your nipple between his teeth. "Shuji likes it when his girls are loud, too." You moan on command, and Shuji pops his head up from where he had it resting against your thigh.

"Draken, move your hand."

So those were Draken's fingers...

You let out a shaky breath as Shuji licks your pussy, fingers pressing your legs apart and pulling you off the pillows as Draken strokes his cock lazily. In an effort to help, you reach a hand out and take his hard and long cock, angling your neck up so you can suck on the tip as Shuji does his work below you.

"Oh my god..." The blonde-haired man tilts his hips forward and leans his head back as you suck on him, tongue sliding across his leaking tip in appreciation. Shuji's orange eyes look up at the sight, and he wants to stop, wants to press himself into you... but Draken made him promise you would come first. So Shuji continues to thrash his tongue against your clit, knowing his reward will come sooner than later.

You moan around Draken's cock, your unused hand reaching down to run through Shuji's wavy hair before tugging on it and bringing him up to face you. He hisses from the pain, but it makes his cock even harder.

"Fuck me."

"Yes, ma'am," Shuji smiles, fisting his cock and sliding over your glistening cunt before pressing into you. You hiss and grip his arm, feeling every inch of him slide into you with a sense of ecstasy. Shuji is much thicker than Draken, who is simply long and veiny, but his cock feels like it might split you in two.

"Oh, shit..." Shuji breathes, trembling. "So snug."

Draken hums, running his hand over your hair and encouraging you to keep stroking his cock. "You can take it, can't you, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you whine, continuing your movements while Shuji works himself in and out of you.

"Ha, might cum before you get your chance," he laughs, tattooed hands sliding around your breasts again. "You okay with my sloppy seconds?"

"Shuji," Draken warns. The tone of his voice makes Shuji shake his head and pick up his speed; your mouth opens to cry out, but Draken knocks your hand off his cock and slides it past your lips, groaning as your tongue swipes across his length again. "Here, this might be easier for you," he whispers, removing his cock and tapping it against your lips as he directs Shuji to slide out of you. "Flip over."

You turn on your hands and knees, and Draken moves in front of you while Shuji slides back into you from behind.

"That's so much better," the black-haired man growls, pumping into you with ease. Your hips slap against his, making a distinct popping sound as Draken stays still, letting you suck his cock as you're pulled back and forth on Shuji's. "Ah, fuck." Your hand snakes down to play with your clit, and you feel Shuji's balls slap against the tips of your fingers while he rams into you, no doubt on the edge of his orgasm. And he lets go inside of you, cock twitching sharply as he grunts low in his throat. "Your turn, Draken."

"Finally," the man teases, and they switch spots, cum leaking down your leg as Draken swipes his cock across it and Shuji lays in front of you, letting you lick his softening cock clean and tucking his arms behind his head. Draken doesn't go fast; he works himself into your cunt slowly, wiping the cum off of your leg and using it as lube for his finger. "Don't tense up. Just relax."

The finger slides inside of your puckered asshole, and your head shoots up, hips smacking into Draken's.

"Oh, look at that. So beautiful... Arch your back a little more, love."

"She's a good little slut, isn't she?" Draken shudders, one hand sliding down to your hips as he practically fucks Shuji's cum out of you.

"Such a good girl." You feel the crest of your orgasm rolling in, and you can't hold back, even if you wanted to. It hits you violently, all at once, with no care for you or the two men around you. Your legs begin to quake on the bed, and Draken hisses long and hard, feeling your pussy tremor around his length. And you're vaguely aware of the man behind you emptying himself into you, adding to the mix of your cum and Shuji's.

The feeling of warm liquid running down your leg makes you clench around Draken's cock again, sliding your incredibly wet pussy over his length a few times. Draken pulls out, which allows all of the cum inside of you to drip down onto the sheets, and you lean forward onto Shuji's stomach, fingering his happy trail.

Draken exhales, then snatches off the cum-covered comforter before crawling in beside you on the other side, cradling your waist in his large hands.

"I might wake up and want round two," he whispers into your ear, which sends a chill down your spine.

"I second that," Shuji adds, eyes fluttering closed as his hand rests on the top of your head.

[itsmelb]

Welcome to my thoughts about KP Finale/ KP the Series

(Bare with me it's going to be quite long bc you can expect, I felt fucking everything!!!)🤭🥵❤️😭 SPOILERS ahead!

The Storyline

So everything came to an end. Somehow there are many open questions though (more later on that point). But I think they did it so perfect. It was heartbreaking, sexy, funny, murderous and a bit crazy. We feel everything at once.

Porsche gets his mother back (who seems sus to me???? What is up with her man? Aaah), Gun is dead (I don't know how to feel about that - mixed I guess.) Korn is soo sus I don't trust hin with everything. And I wanna slap his face for all of his lies.

I loved the 3 Brothers in one room, I loved VegasPeteMacau Hospital Hug thingy, I love Porsches struggle (heartbreaking!!!) bc we all can relate with situations that threw us out of our life, I love Kim/Jeff singing "Why don't you stay" to Chay, and he not deleting the video, I love the fight scenes, and I love that we got Mafia Kinn (holy shit hot!) and Kinnporsche Marriage (I call it that way don't come at me haha) and don't get me started on Vegas emotional damage and his redemption (kinda??) Arc... wow. What an episode 👏

Now diving in deeper..

2. The characters/relationships

- the bodyguards: damn those guys, I love them. I wanna see more of them. I wanna see ArmPol lovestory, I wanna get the dead ones back (Big redemption!!! Spinoff pls!!!) Arm and Thankuns blow ups were so fucking great in the ep, and oh lord Pete..

- the friends: I love Yok! I want more of her. Mama slay!!! And then there is TimeTay. I wanna see their story. (Tay deserves the world!!) I love them teasing Kinn and make KinnPorsche cringing haha. 😬

- the parents: you all suck man! Gun is an asset to Vegas. And okay we don't know why he is like that (ok his dad was also an ass and the Mafia is like crazy and he lost a lot of dearest people..) but it doesn't give you the right to do sth like he did to his kids. And Korn is not better either. Is acting all nice and friendly but is a fucking liar. "I wanna protect you" hahah funny. Darn u mf! And the Mom. Sth so off. I don't now yet but I (hope) we will soon!

-Chay: oh baby Boi! I am so lost with him. I want to see more of him and his music and happy and not suffering and I love and turned on for the first time ever and feeling everything.

- Kim: I fucking love him. And hate him. I wanna see him happy. I don't understand him sometimes.he is mysterious and hot and the fight scene damn. And his voice. Killed it. Literally. I want more of him and Chay. I want kisses, I want songs. All. (And what are his motives? He wants power obv and I am a little bit scared but sooo eager to find out!!)

#kimchay: so in the future when they hopefully get back together I wanna see more of them together. They were a little short. And I miss their sweetness btw all the Mafia sexyness haha. Chay makes Kim soft. And I love that. Also more songs! And maybe some kisses. :D

- Pete: damn. The scene were he resigns wow. My heart shattered. And all the scenes with Vegas....I uh. Cry again forever. He Is such a deep character and we haven't seen all of him I am so sure. I wanna see more of badass Pete (together with badass Vegas haha obv) man when he shot that man wow. I got goosebumps, and all the scenes in the previous eps. Wow. This man suffers and is so fucking wise I aaah!

- Vegas: I never thought he would be one of my favorite ones ever. But his Arc is so heart breaking and raging and full of Angst and sorrow. He deserves everything and I love the way he is free now (obv not really but objectively) I loved his scenes with Pete obv and with Porsche too.. I am excited to see how it will turn out that P is now Minor Fam King and he is not (although he wanted it so bad or had to do every for it..)

#Vegaspete: the ship that stole the show! Man their scenes are sexy, heartbreaking and hurting. I love their dynamic. And their full on fight mode, love that kills. It hurts and it's beautiful. I want to see more. Also with the fam now. Some soft scenes some new way for Vegas. So light (and ofc the darkness and sexyness always lingering around the corner)

-Porsche: he has a soft spot in my heart. I would forgive him nearly everything. And his look damn. I am glad he is getting in the near of the truth, and that his family is back. And that he has Kinn on his side. Forever. I wanna see more of Porsche badass Mafia boss vibes (I mean the suit entrance in the hallway man mf looks intimidating) give him all! Also his sweet side. Damn Heartbreaker! A true family man in the core. And a fucking sexy mf!

- (my beloved) Kinn: he is my favorite character. I love how powerful it was, when Korn "died" and he had to keep it together and be the boss, he was so cold there when he shot those guys. How hot was he sir. Wow. And then we sees his other soft side of him, when sb he loves is in danger or hurt. Man this breaks my heart. Also he is always so sexy. And horny ahha. With Porsche haha. Man I love his funny and little dump jokes. Wow. Could write more...

#KinnPorsche: the ones I fell so hard for at first, the ones that brought me to the show. Their everything is so good. I love the fights, the laughs the teasing, the love making, the power they hold (especially now. What a scene it was (see photo)) how beautiful they are. What a fucking mess they are. And how they fix each other every time. I am crying bc it hurts me to let them go (for now) bc I really love them sm. Mafia Family forever!

3. The Actors

The cast: I am in love with this cast. Never seen such a funny, heartwarming cast and how they are together. I love this mafia kindergarten. And how they are there for eo! We stan!

Tong: I love him sm. His character is so crazy and I love that. So thx! It was so fun!

Barcode: he is so cute and he can sing! I see some sassy moments in interviews. I know he will be a great actor. I am so excited when we see him with more emotions (the crying man killed me sm!) And action with everyone.

Jeff: I really fell for him and his music. How can sb be so sexy. (This fight scenes in the bar lord have mercy) I wanna see how he acts soft and love dovey with Barcode/Chay. I want more songs. I love his smile.

Build: how is he so good at his job. The emotions everything I cried so much with him. He deserves the world. He stole so many scenes. Bc he is so talented oh lord. I want to see more of him!!

Bible: my huge respect for him. All was new for him and even the language! I love his English! I love his effort. His perfection his look. I cant say more bc he makes me speechless. Wow.

#Biblebuild: those friends (or what they are) their scenes together kill me every time. I wish them all the best. Nobody deserves them. They are so golden! Scene stealers! For ever in love with them!

Apo: the greatest there is. His eyes. Wow. How he acts. How he is as a person after all he went through. Man he deserves only good things. I love how he is a force if energy and smiles but is like very deep with thinking and explaining. That is sth I do too. And I love to see sb is like that too. Miss his presence from now on!

Mile: puh. Do I have to say sth anymore? He is smart, kind and how he looks. And he made it all possible. And he is so shy and funny and also so open to the world. We all should praise him. All he is doing. Man. I will forever love him. He is the perfect Kinn.

#MileApo: there is sth so addictive about them together I can't even explain... I just love everything they give us. And their trust in eo. ❤️😭

The producers/crew: thx for everything! Without you it would not be possible! I love Ponds Ideas of water and pools ahah and all his mind is so good! Thank you!!!

4. What the future may holds...

I hope we get a season 2. I think they can't break our hearts don't doing one (or infinite) more season(s) (pls 🤭🤭) I know the expectations will be high. So fucking high. But I will take all. Everything! Just give them back to me!

What is with the parents? What is the truth? We have the bad version, the half good version and a version from a Boi who doesn't remember well. So...and what will that do to KinnPorsche? What is with VegasPete family moments? Give it to me!! And Kimchay obv. All!!

The world tour is there and I am excited to see content from everywhere.

5. My personal conclusion

I never thought I would fall head over heels fora BL series. I never watched one before (see some snippets ofc but not much) and then KP the series came and the rest is history. It was the best show ever. And I read all the time that they did so good and everyone who loves BLs are agreeing that this is a huge milestone for the genre. So. Thank you KP Family for everything! Edits, gifts, trending all over the world. It was fun. And it will always be. No legacy is as rich as honesty!🖤

Kinnporsche Family forever ❤️

(When you read this all! Your a real gem! Thx! Sry for mistakes, english is not my first language) ❤️

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

* I asked you guys what you wanted to see next, and half of you said baby number 3 😳 so here it is.*

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yourusername Baby Harlow number 3 ❤️🥺

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jackharlow 🥺❤️

champagnepapi Jack said fuck it 😂 congrats fam

jackharlow 😬😬

druski2funnny FUCKING FINALLY!!!!!!!

druski2funnny I’m going to be godfather y’all

urbanwyatt 🥺🥺🥺

neelamthadhani Another baby 🥳 so excited

yourbestiename Can finally share all the pictures I’ve taken of you and your bump ❤️

yourusername Urb has taught you good because you’ve been taking all my good angles

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jackharlow 3 👶🏻 ❤️

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brysontiller Congrats 🥳

dojacat Y’all really not wrapping it up out here huh. Congratulations tho ❤️

theestallion 🥺 my baby always looks hot but her pregnant just hits different 🥵

jackharlow Can agree to that

mamamaggieharlow I’m so happy I get to be grandma for the 3rd time 🥺❤️

yourusername 🫶🏻🥺 You’re the best we love you

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claybornharlow My niece or nephew is cooking in there ❤️❤️ came to annoy her a little bit

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yourusername Cooking 💀😂 btw, you never annoy me, I enjoy everyone’s company especially when my man is on tour.

jackharlow Don’t annoy her, she’ll take it out on me later.

yourusername 🤨

jackharlow Kidding baby 😘

druski2funnny He’s not kidding y/n! Beat his ass!!!!!!!

urbanwyatt For someone who’s been wanting to be godfather for some time now, you really stirring the pot when Jack can change his mind 💀😂

druski2funnny 😞 They can’t take it back, they promised, it’s on paper. Don’t make me get my lawyers now.

yourusername 💀

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yourbestiename My baby mamiii looking so sexy even while pregnant 🥵😍

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princeroyce ❤️

badbunnypr 3? Wow 😮 si Que le están echando ganas. Felicidades hermanita 🫶🏻

yourusername LMAAAO NO TENEMOS TELE POR ESO 😉 💀

badbunnypr Te compró una si quieres 😂

yourbestiename Biiitchhhh hahhahaha

normani The cutest pregnant mama ever ❤️

jackharlow 🥵🥵🥵

yourbestiename Sit down boy

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druski2funnny Jack sends me this pictures and says “you ready godfather” the way I yelled and ate shit on how excited I got 😂 happy for these fuckers. 📸 @ urbanwyatt

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jackharlow 😂 I wanted to see you eat shit

yourusername 😂😂😂😂

champagnepapi I got next kid

yourusername Anything for you Drakey Pooh 🤎

jackharlow Babe stop calling him that 🙄

yourusername I always call him that and he has never told me to stop, so you chill.

champagnepapi Listen to the pregnant lady Jack

urbanwyatt ❤️I took this one so 🙃

urbanwyatt Also wished someone would’ve recorded you eating shit 💀😂😂

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TRANSLATION

“Si que le están echando ganas, felicidades hermanita” : You guys are going in, congratulations little sister

“No tenemos tele por eso” : We don’t have a tv that’s why.

“Te compro una si quieres” : I’ll buy you one if you want.

In my family, whenever someone would have kids back to back, we would always use that saying, “es Que no tenemos tele” or “cómprense tele” or “para Que tienen tele si no la miran”

Which translates to

“We don’t have tv”

“Buy a tv”

“Why have a tv if you guys don’t watch it”

Basically trolling and saying “damn y’all don’t have a tv, y’all just be having sex out of boredom, watch tv or something”

[chal-latte]

i am half serious and half joking but timmy x actor!reader who's in succession... gotta get that hbo paycheck lmao

a/n: dear lord where have u been in my life anon im so happy you slid into my dm and asked this!!!! are you crazy?!!!!! i hope this fic does u justice babe :) lmk how u think 🫶😘❤️

y/i/n

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y/i/n lil summer getaway before season 4 @succession 🫶 back in tuscan with the fam

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fanpage31 MY FAVORITEST

fanpage31 MY FAVORITEST

fanpage93 a well deserved getaway ! 

honeymoon sweet girl <3 have a nice trip 

↪️ y/i/n i love you lanaaaa 😘🕊

fanpage74 REAL LIFE AMANDA 😭😭😭😭

fanpage83 omg i saw you and timothee today but i was too shy to say hi 🥺

↪️ y/i/in aw you should’ve said hi

↪️ fanpage83 i hope i’ll run to you againn 

fanpage11 Wait TIMMY’S HERE?

fampage21 TIMOTHEE IS GOING?? WITH THE CASTS?? OMG

hbomax best girl 

sarah_snook no roy in frame, huh?

↪️ y/i/n you were too busy making fun of timothee with nic 🙄

↪️ tchalamet @sarah_snook @y/i/n i can confirm

↪️ nicholasbraun @y/i/n @sarah_snook @tchalamet wanna see the vids?

fanpage54 PETITION FOR NICHOLAS TO PUBLISH THE VIDEO ON INSTAGRAM

fanpage31 we’re gonna get so much from s4 

perfect_angelgirl 🇮🇹🍝🧚‍♀️

↪️ y/i/n 🍒👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤️

tchalamet

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tchalamet friends and lover

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bellahadid i bet nicholas was screaming SLAAAAAAYYYY on the last slide

↪️ y/i/n LMAO

fanpage30 BEST CASTS EVER

adrienbrody good luck guys🤞

fanpage28 oh to travel italy with shiv

theweeknd 🔥

fanpage88 LOVER. LOVER😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

490tx nice pics 

↪️ tchalamet the best photographer out here

↪️ 490tx @tchalamet 🥵🔥

fanpage33 photographer bf model gf 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

anwarhadid bring the party to la 

↪️ tchalamet we’ll be back real soon ✌️

↪️ y/i/n @anwarhadid come to nyc u coward

↪️ anwarhadid @y/i/n bet

fanpage22 WE’RE GONNA GET A TIMMY X ANWAR CONTENT

fanpage77 MANIFESTING A HADID FAMILY REUNION WITH Y/N

y/i/n

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y/i/n alain furness and amanda yee. see ya!

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mejustinelupe welcome to the circus timothee 🥳

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fanpage31 HE’S PLAYING A FURNESS?

fanpage99 tim as gil’s son.. LMAO

evejobs get that bag and that head

fanpage35 EVE😭

nicholasbraun kendall will be so hurt

fanpage29 WHAT DOES NICHOLAS MEAN

fanpage33 WHOS GONNA HURT KENDALL???

fanpage18 she better not fuck up kendall and her brother’s agreement

fanpage11 but y/n’s team kendall..

fanpage79 ME AND WHOOOOOO 

opheliamillaiss cara mia come visit me 

↪️ y/i/n i swear i will next time 

fanpage55 HAND PLACEMENT HAND PLACEMENT HAND PLACEMENT HAND PLACEMENT !!!!

alanabc nepo baby millionaire amanda and alain 

↪️ tchalamet 😵‍💫😵‍💫

fanpage32 JADKSJ TIMOTHEE’S RESPONSE TO ALANA

fanpage41 i cant wait to see this unfold 

sarah_snook do you think he’ll be an ally?

↪️ y/i/n if he isn’t one, i can fix him.

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fanpage34 SHE JUST LIKE ME FR 

succession 

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succession Production on Succession Season 4 has begun.

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fanpage42 LETS GOOOO

fanpage37 shit’s gonna burnnnnn

y/i/n hot girls are in team kendall

↪️ nicholasbraun #teamkendall

fanpage88 TEAM KENDALL ROY

fanpage90 when will it come outtt i cant wait

fanpage73 best show ever

fanpage29 it’ll be a blood bath

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juliafox excited

fanpage91 LMAO EVEN JULIA FOX WATCHES SUCCESSION

marioncotillard 🥂

fanpage88 ARE WE HAVING MARION COTILLARD FOR S4?

fanpage31 ITS ABOUT TO GO DOWNNNNN

succession

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fanpage74 ALAIN PENISSUCKER 

fanpage81 WHO SAID THAT 😭

fanpage22 king of new york !

fanpage23 he looks SOOOOOO fine

fanpage40 connor roy for president. alain furness for vice president. 

fanpage11 what.. is he even doing here lol

↪️ fanpage55 said that he’s gil’s son who was handling his european business

fanpage31 someone said he’ll have a steamy scene with y/n to bring the roy siblings down as he’s on logan’s side 

↪️ fanpage10 what the fuck?

fanpage29 TIMOTHEE STEAMY SCENE WITH Y/N LORDDDDD

fanpage14 IM ABT TO GO FERAL

fanpage83 TIMOTHEE WILL MAKE OUT WITH Y/N ON SCREEN IM GONNA KMS 

fanpage84 it better happen. 

fanpage48 if he betrays her yall better hold me down 

fanpage80 this isnt a fucking drill

[minniemariex]

imma just write my experience here lol

welcome to the stream of thoughts on first watch of ep 10 of KINNPORSCE The Series (yay)

SPOLIERS FOR THE EPISODE AHEAD

i really wrote it while watching so expect a lot of random stuff

so pete. i love you. i’m excited for vegaspete in this episode.

so far so good. thank you production team for the fight scene that looks good and realistic and show their skillets quite well. lol for bodyguards they did little body guarding in those 10 ep lol

that was so good. also side note i love pete in his suit/uniform he’s so hot 🥵

noooooo kinnn

omg wtf

the puppy eyes. yes trust him baby.

also i saw that nod to pete before he turned away

omgOMG KIMPORCHAY

jeff baby i so hot. omg they so cuuute. so glad they get a bit more screen time. chay is a sunshine. kim is the protector. and like i’m in love.

it must feel amazing to wake up in the arms of the person you love.

okay i saw someone else ask but how tf did jeff make cheek kiss look better than some normal kisses in other series? like it’s so cute and wholesome and like ugh i love kimchay so much it’s ridiculous

(how is it that i’m always more invested in side dishes than in main ??? like i like kinnporsche but kimchay and vegaspete have consumed me (see what i did there lol))

chay pretending to sleep is me lol

the way chay grabbed kim’s waist when he was kissed was H.O.T.

awww baby i can cry if you want to. omg okay let me just say that chay saying he is unlucky is not some foreshadowing (i welcome anything that will make kim go batshit crazy (idk why i like my fictional men morally grey and slightly violent when needed but i do and like fits perfec))

and then the look on kim face. i wonder if he’s not fully there yet and kinda went with chay on the whole i like you phi thing.

omg his face when chay said i love you was just adoration and like awe taht someone would say that to him. omg he couldn’t say it back. i mean yeah that’s when the guilty should hit him.

the staring at the hand that was in chaya hair. is giving me.

is this where everything goes to shit??

omg kim don’t leave. you little coward.

OMG IT IS

thé gonna kidnap chay. and kim gonna go crazy.

OMG the running. the screaming. kik coming to the rescue. the teaser. the fading to black. it was great.

why do i feel like the producers heard us wanting more of mafia story line and putting it in. like that most of the complainants i heard were that it was a bit tame in that department ement. and people (me included) wanted sth a bit darker. so that’s what we got this week it seems.

omg we all agreed to hate tawan right? glad to have big spreading the word lol.

yes kinn baby trust poersche not tawan.

pete baby i back. looking fresh.

the way he looked up and away when talking about torture but looked straight into kinns eyes when he said they might get me to talk and that they will kill him at the end is GREAT detail.

omg porsche is gonna loose his shit when he finds out chay is gone.

kim woke up. and he’s calling kinn. kim is pissed enough to call kinn and ask wtf happens taht made others kidnap chay. he probably wonders if it’s against him or porsche.

and we back at the minor fam house. with pete in a red uniform. are bodyguards at minor house randomly placed? cause like four in one corridor?? a bit much isn’t it??

pete taht was a really lame excuse. boy learn to lie better. IS THERE NO SURVEILLANCE IN TJIS HOUSE?? how did they miss him??

omg vegas has a red room xD it’s literally whips and cabins and ball gags and cuffs and i’m LIVING FOR IT

pete you innocent baby. don’t touch the ball gag. it’s gonna be your but later honey. collars and harness too? vegas i see you are fully equipped.

omg ofc vegas would not hide stuf in a folder called CONFIDECIAL like pete bby i know you smart why you so dumb now??

okay so ofc porsche would chose to find his bro instead of dirt on tawan vegas !!

and lol kinn you weren’t expecting tawan to run away ? bitch that’s obvious he’s the bad guy. and now you’ve lost the cctv.

omg porsche you dumb dumb bitch why go there alone?? please kim to the rescue.

omg tawan you grave is deep and ready.

the way porsches face lit up at the sight of vegas is so precious but also so sad. cause like god why would you ever trust vegas. porsche really you shouldn’t trust some people. i really need kim to the rescue.

omg okay. so pete rapportés to kinn and immediately got caught by KEN. perth bby i knew you were the traitor since the character story came out but i still live you but also want to know the reasoning behind your actions.

also pete’s steel look at ken was glorious.

OMG VGEAS did you seduce tawan? bby i’m proud of you. you can manipulate him however you want to.

also bible speaking english is such a turn on. like seriously. it’s hot 🥵 af.

okay to be honest that was a good plan. and it honestly wouldn’t have mattered if kinn believed it. what mattered was the opinion of the public. the perception of being weak would’ve made kinn not act on his believe in the innocence of porsche. cause we already saw that he cares about his power and his image. and also i don’t think korn would let him ruin his reputation (that’s the word) for love of all things.

omg so yeah that happened. well i wasn’t exactly expecting anything else from vegas lol. i wonder if tawan was his sub(?) cause that would make sense. with the way vegas kisses his forehead and is somewhat gentle with him even though we can clearly see him getting annoyed.

and porsche finally sees what kind of person vegas really is. a ruthless one, without care for others if they stand in they way to his goal. even if they helped immensely and are loyal to him (idk if tawan was loyal to vegas but he clearly cared for him).

KIM TO THE RESCUE. also is this first time porsche gonna meet kim? as i’m kim not wik cause he must know WIK as the idol his little bro is obsessed with. that gonna be fun. does porsche think kim is a bodyguard.

OMG what just happened. big you … can’t believe this wow that was something

omg i just realized billie is smaller than most of the cast. it just shows that height and muscle is not all. he looks way more dominant than tawan even though tawan is bigger and back hugging him. vegas just seems way bigger than he physically is.

kinn likes hot just smoking. awww liked the kiss and porsche needed that hug very badly.

ANOTHER TRAILER SCNENE. this can’t be comfortable position to sit in lol.

omg porsche. that was disgusting.

chay is being a very reasonable person wanting his brother safe and out of the mafia.

also I CNAT BELIEVE KINN ACTUALLY FORGOT ABOUT PETE my god that will give me soo many trust issues won’t kinn. like man he went there for info for but you just forget about him??? rude

okay so we’re done

lol seems like next ep we’ll see more of vegaspete for which i am grateful

also the line ‘papa will finally accept us’ is great. shows taht he not only desires power but also acceptance for who he is. must’ve been told he’s deprived for liking first boys and then more sadistic and controlled sex. probably experiences a lot of pressure to be the perfect son knowing he already fails at the basic level.

but also MASTE MANIPULATOR loving this shit.

the explosions were weak af.

kim just left chay didn’t he? omg he did lol

also is this the moment chay finds out his brother joined the f MAFIA ???

i do not understand why they let chay just walk off ? he’s been unconscious for x amount of time. just woke up. and is in the middle of nowhere. porsche you big dolt go after him and get him somewhere safe for f sake.

god kinn being a mood with ‘i went there to tell you tawan was working with vegas But you run away’ lol

kinn being ‘do i want to smoke? am i forgetting sth? i am aren’t i? what am i forgetting?’ lol

finally we get pete tied up to the post. TRAILER SCENE HERE WE COME.

pete looks so f crazy. like deranged him laughing and smiling but then looking starting into vegas’ eyes with like seriousness is so hot.

also the screamed were really good.

omg perth is such a good actor. that was so good. and i hate kan so much.

omg yes just kill him please. omg don’t say it honor or some other bullshit just kill him.

[battlemastercoffeeco]

um. waiting for the aftermath of the Din/Cobb womprat encounter. how long is din on the floor for? who sees? does he pass out after and have someone encounter him stuffed full, tear tracks down his cheeks, Cobb growling protectively over him? or is he half conscious and so embarrassed, unable to meet anyone's, even his mates, eyes, even though they're all super into it

hnnnnngggggg ugh that was H O T 🔥🥵 and I wrote the damn thing, you'd think I'd be OVER IT lol 😆

idk how long Cobb keeps Din in the dark halls, but he def fucks him to exhaustion. when he's done with Din (when Cobb is done, not when they're both done), he scootches under Din's limp, possibly-unconscious-definitely-out-of-it body and carries him to the suite a la Princess Mononoke

yes, they are Seen by m a n y e y e s and it's Very Obvious that Din has been fucked out of his mind and that womp looks....suspiciously pleased with itself 👀🤨

I wanna write more of this but it's not coming (😂) rn

I'm thinking either a) some number of the pack show up bc Cobb lured them all into the empty wing, or b) it was recorded and broadcast back to the suite

regardless, Cobb gets Din back to the fam's rooms safely, Din gets watered and hand-fed some fruit, sexy shenanigans resume (Boba might start gently fucking Din as he slowly comes back around to awareness? assuming somno has been cleared in previous negotiations)

when Din is Properly Aware again, after his partners use him and he has a chance to relive the memories, he's v e r y embarrassed by how much he enjoyed womp!Cobb fucking him and (this is before Boba has evolved to Full Lizard Mode, I have decided). maybe he's on their couch or coffee table, playing with himself on Fennec's orders while she finishes up her datawork for the day, and he finds himself thinking abt teeth gripping his nape, an inhuman cock so deep and locked in his womb, and he kinda. breaks a lil on the whole "is this beastiality???" and Fennec notices bc he freezes up for a sec and that whine was distressed, not wanton. and so Fennec has him stop playing and they talk abt it. ("did you like that it was an animal? or did you like that it was Cobb, regardless of his shape, fucking you like an animal?" spoiler: it's the latter. this may also cause the realization that Din definitely has a breeding kink he's been denying on the grounds of disinterest in carrying a child)

womp!Cobb makes future appearances, for sexy and also for cuddle puddles with Din and Puppy Paz in the Comfy Corner of the main room. his fur is unfairly soft bc he's not actually a womp rat subject to mediocre nutrition and the animal desert life.