#i fell way harder in fucking LOVE with 0 as i played through it than i expected to.......

[byanyan]

frothing at the mouth and downloading the next game as i learn (belatedly, as usual) that there's a live action series based on the yakuza games coming out soon—

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 3)

notes: another short part, because it seems like these devils website streamed games are harder for me to write for? so sorry!

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y/ndevils00 greetings and salutations! welcome to another preseason recap! as always, strap in and get ready!

just a reminder that as this is preseason, not all of satan’s favorite children played! tonight we had swiss cheese, swiss roll, uncle haulaback girl, uncle lizard again, best friend number 1, V², and ginger snap!

we started off the game by giving up a goal to the annoying orange’s 😐

BUT lizard man tied us up almost halfway through the 1st! POP OFF, UNCLE CURTSY!

captain whore was jailed tonight for being too cute, and ya know what? i think it’s fair! make him stay there!

not long after cap’s penalty, we got a goal from holtzy! giving us a 2-1 lead!

but then ham sammich also got a penalty for tripping!

we made it almost all the way through 3rd with our lead and i was really looking forward to going home! until one of those orange fucks tied up the game 🫠

i had a few choice words for that player… lindy didn’t like my words, i don’t think

however, about 2 and a half minutes into OT… HAULA THE BALLA GOT THE GAME WINNING GOAL WITH ASSISTS FROM BESTIE NUMBER 1 AND THE GIANT TEDDY BEAR!!

which means your devils are 4-0 in the preseason!! 3 games left!

p.s. this is my formal request to never have to be around gritty again. i thought adam fantilli was my biggest fear, but i’ve been proven wrong

tagged curtislazar95, nicohischier, holtz_10, dougieham, ehaula, dawson1417

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curtislazar95 i always look forward to your praise, niece!

y/ndevils00 i’m so glad! can i babysit your children (my cousins) one day?

curtislazar95 quite literally never 💚🦎

y/ndevils00 eh, probably the right choice

jackhughes are you seriously afraid of a mascot, dove?

y/ndevils00 look at him! i think he would plan my murder and get away with it

grittynhl i would

y/ndevils00 OH MY JESUS FUCK GET HIM AWAY

lhughes_06 dawson sent him a video of you throwing your phone and now jack is currently doubled over on the floor, tears rolling down his face, as he laughs at this

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes glad to know you find my FEAR amusing

ehaula i try, i try 🤗

y/ndevils00 you did better than dawson! (don’t tell dawson)

dawson1417 YOU KNOW I CAN SEE THIS, RIGHT??

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 no you can’t, this is a private conversation!

dawson1417 i can assure you, it is NOT

john.marino97 i’m loving this

dawson1417 @/john.marino97 shut up, you’ve been stealing my affection!

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 @/john.marino97 boys, boys, i love you both equally!

dawson1417 no you don’t

john.marino97 no you don’t

dougieham why does it look like you took that picture of me from on the ice?

y/ndevils00 i have my ways

dougieham were you ON THE ICE somehow?!

jackhughes are you kidding? she would’ve broken her neck

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes okay and who’s fault is that? my boyfriend is a professional hockey player and you’ve never TAUGHT ME how to ice skate

jackhughes umm i TRIED to teach you! you fell on your face and then bribed luke to distract me so that you could get yourself hot cocoa and hide from me so you wouldn’t have to get on the ice again

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes hmm that doesn’t sound like something i would do. nope, not at all

nicohischier i didn’t miss this

y/ndevils00 yes you did

nicohischier i missed you calling me “captain whore” and taking pictures of me in the penalty box?

y/ndevils00 well maybe if you didn’t get penalties, i wouldn’t be ABLE to take pictures of you in the naughty boy box

nicohischier oh wow, i never thought of that before 😐

y/ndevils00 i know, you’re welcome

dawson1417 i got that assist for you!

y/ndevils00 awww i appreciate that, merc-dawg!

y/ndevils00 a goal would’ve been nicer tho

dawson1417 i’m feeling very under appreciated right now

y/ndevils00 aww i’m sorry, i love you! (do better)

dawson1417 i love you too! (yes ma’am 😔)

grittynhl i’m coming for you

y/ndevils00 help me 🥲

[botan-kiri]

iniki snipbits ive done

yea yea i know tumblr knows nothing on this character i made who i adore but i'm gunna post some writing ive done for him here! (and maybe some co-written works once i ask if i can)

The Walk

Iniki was traveling alone, walking the path in the wood. He was alone with his thoughts, he didn’t like this normally due to the overwhelming fear and anxiety plaguing his thoughts. . . But this time was different. He had a calm mind, thinking of what he should make for food when he stops to rest. His tongue messes with the back of his snake bite piercings, just watching the birds. Iniki’s mind fell into the past reminiscing about bird watching on walks with his father, sometimes he still feels like he is still there walking with him. The silver haired tiefling sighed “I miss you dad, sorry I haven’t been able to give you something for the past month.” looking up at the sky. It was almost noon with a bright blue sky with the occasional fluffy cloud that looked painted in.

The more Iniki kept walking the more the view looked like a colorful painting. His world view shifts from time to time, ever since that time with rose and that big house in the woods. The short painted brush strokes to the vibrant colors,it used to overwhelm him when it first started happening, but now, not as much. Iniki has taken a fondness when his vision does this to him. 

Iniki takes a big stretch as he walks and takes a deep breath, he continues further onto his path. Thrill to Run

Badum, badum, badum, badum, badum, his heart thumped harder. Badump, badump, badump, BADUMP. His feet taking him farther and farther. Till he tripped, not looking where he was going, all he knew was that he had to RUN.

The tifling got up and started to run, soon he ran faster than he did before. Everything was a blur, when Iniki found himself in a clearing he just fell and passed out.

The young demi-god dreamt of a happier time with his father in the little cabin in the woods. Small pitter patter of footsteps and giggling of a small child playing tag with his father, the older man picked up his son and laughed when he woke up. Iniki woke up to a pool of tears running down his face, he got up, took a deep breath, and started running once more, to get as far as possible.

Iniki used to love running, the wind blowing through his hair and horns, the way his tail moved with the wind, the adrenaline it gave him. Now, he only runs if needed, when he is scared, when his life's on the line.

Iniki's Diary (this one is a work in progress)

0/00/0000 For a long time I was alone, even back with Tree and that STUPID fucking cult! . . . Back on topic, I’ve traveled with quite a few people, some good, somewhere dicks. But that didn’t stop me from surviving, I had to live, one to spite my mother, and two, to keep my promise to my dad.

He was a bit eccentric and dramatic, but I wish I knew him a bit better. Is he proud? Angry? Pity me? I have no clue, but I don’t want to know for a long time. Because spite runs in my blood and I will say FUCK YOU to all those who want to kill me.

0/00/0000

It’s strange to think I was a joyful and bubbly kid, like I used to laugh SO much, now not so much. . .  except at h̶u̶n̶d̶ jorts when he does something stupid. I miss laughing so carefree, I can't really anymore. Laughing is heavy and hurts. I want it to go away, But that voice in the back of my head SCREAMS at me that I don’t deserve that weight lifted.

p̴̡̡̹̗̠̦͔̙͈̟̙̪̹͚͓̣̓͗̅̌̄͊͜͝l̷̳͎̱̘̼͎̱̟͓͗̓̐̿̾̆̈̋̿̽̓̈́̆̿͒̆͐̀̕̕̚ḛ̷̙̖̃̊̊̀̊̈́͂̆͛̈̏̋͑͆̈̆͑͠͠͝a̶̛͉̙̯̪̳̳͚̰̳̥̾̅͗͋̋͑͆̂̔̂̄͑͠s̵̜͈̺̣̩̗̥̥̱͈̟̞͖͓̼̼͓̊͆ͅě̷̢̡͖̲͕̪̞͖̰͚̻̪͎̝̀͋̔͗̋͛̍͗̆̀͂̽̈̕̕͜͝͝ ̸̢̨̼̬̰̬̩̠̼̤͇̼̜̮̰͕͚̠̗͌̆͝͠ş̴̨̱͓̗̗̲̺̼͉̫͕͔̙̂̌͝t̴̨̢̗̼̖͚̯̤̟͍̜͍̬̟̟̖͑̑̍̈́͑̍̕̚͝o̸̦͉̼̩̠̺̠͚̊̒̿̿͋͋͛͒̔̐��́̒͗̓̕̚̕̚͠p̸̩̬̲̺̹̤̺̝̬̻͍̜̟̝̙̈́̓͊̂̃͒͘̚̕͝ ̷̧̖͚͉̙͍̪̬͙̫̱̖̰͆̀̇̏̓́͊͌̏́͂͂y̵̨̧̨̨̛̲̖̯̠̯̝̦̻̳̤͙̞̮̺͓̹̑͗̆͠͝e̵̡͕͑̾̃̽̈́̿͆̾͆̀̔͠l̷̢̧̠̱̳͎̦̹̘͙̯̪̱̼̃̈́͛̄͂̏͋̐͗̂̈́̄̅̂̈́͂͠͝͠͝͝ĺ̶̨̛̻̙̲̫͔͈̃͛̈̓̓͐̿̄̽̚̕̚̚͝ͅị̴̧̛̟̟̻͛̀̈́̾͗̓̀̓̀͑̓̾n̴̡̖̹̭̪̤̫̈́͋͊̂̽̈̈̑̃ͅg̸̨̗̰̣͉̯̲̰͖͚͉̘͓̏̉̓̈̌͑̓ͅ                Ţ̶͚̹̲̼̱͍̯̄͛͊̑O̷̢͔̖̤̹͉͎̝̯̯̭̞͑͊͠͝͝ͅǪ̸̢̢̩͖̘̥͓̬͈͈̻̟͙̥̘̝͖͙͍̌́̓͂ͅ ̷̨̱̯͇̮͒̈͒̊̉̿̆̎͑̾̎͋̆̓ͅL̵̡̛̮̳̬͇͔̠̹͍̫̮̜̊́̅̈͗̄̎͌̎͂͌͘̚͜͝͠͠ͅÒ̸̖̥̮̹̝͙̳̳̜̳̲͔̰̯̥̒̿̾̀̐̀́U̷̢̻̗͛̾́̽̀̔̎̀̈́́̈́̂̚Ḏ̴̡̢̡̨̞̣̭͙̗̹͋͋̃̓͛̃̈̿̽̎͝

0/00/0000

I hate getting cut. . . i HATE seeing that silver blood. Sometimes I just want to let it all bleed out and hope it will turn red, but my then i would have died from blood loss, AND I’M NOT DYING

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I AM TRYING TO WORK ON ANOTHER SO KEEP AN EYE OUT

@charkyzombicorn yo do you want to add yours and is it ok if i post campfire?

[samanthadalton]

Star crossed lovers (au)

pairings: poppy x mc (bea) 

warnings: throughout this fic (there will be a bunch of parts to it) there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide 

reader discretion is advised

(this chapter is more about setting up the basis of the story so is more context than anything else, part 2 will be more interesting I swear 😭, also it’s like 4am so if there’s any gramatical mistakes I’ll fix it later) 

taglist: @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @cloud9in @simpforpoppy @ognenniyvolk (I’m pretty sure this is my tag list if you wanna be added or taken off for future chapters just ask 😊) 

word count: 3.6k 

Part 1: The introduction

As the sun began to set, the houses along the street began to bask in its warm glow. The neighbourhood is quiet, like always, excluding the occasional car engine rumbling through the roads until they disappear into the distance and once again the silence is deafening. This neighbourhood was your typical suburban type, their structures stood tall and bold. Looking from an aerial point of view, one could argue that it’s almost like the houses have been copied and pasted along the street, they almost look perfect. One theory is that they were purposely made to look like they're perfect because they don’t want anyone to find out their secrets. It’s harder to catch a true glimpse when everything looks flawless.

If you compare the northside and the southside of Greensburg, it makes it seem like they’re living in two different worlds and maybe they are. The polarisation between the rich and the poor only becomes bigger, demonstrated by the high socio-economic backgrounds of those who lived in the north who go to the best schools, have the best jobs and sometimes own more than one house. Compared to those in a low socio economic background in the south, who usually have to work two jobs just to feel some sort of financial stability in their lives or have no choice but to indulge in illegal jobs just so they can feel some sort of power and superiority and have money of course. Only a few in the south are able to lead a straight and narrow life and successfully do it without having to engage in the culture of illegal activities. 

Bea Hughes, a girl who lives in Greensburg is someone who managed to immerse herself in both worlds. She used to be part of the upper class lifestyle but after life fucked her and her family over at the tender age of 8 years old, she was pulled into another world, one that she quickly had to acquaint herself with, because in the south, survival matters. The luxuries she once knew as a kid had disappeared and she constantly lived in a fight or flight situation. Now as her senior year of high school looms ahead, she finds herself still living in a similar situation, but instead of dealing with gangs or her addict of a mother, she had to deal with stuck up rich kids in Greensburg’s most prestigious school, Belvoire, which may have been her toughest obstacle of all. Against all odds, Bea managed to earn a scholarship at this private school when she was 15, and in order to keep her place, she has to maintain a 4.0 GPA, join at least one extra curricular activity and immerse herself into the culture of the school (whatever that meant). 

Even though life managed to be shitty most of the time, there was one constant, one thing that made life worth living, one thing that made her the happiest…

“Crap”, the brunette clung onto the branch of the tree trying to regain her footing after narrowly avoiding her death (or more likely a trip to the hospital). After recovering from her mild slip, she rapped on the window beside her and a few seconds later the window slides open and as she enters the room she trips up on her own feet landing face down on the floor. 

“Real smooth”

Bea chuckles at the snark comment as she looks up and as the sunlight shines through the window, it highlights all the features of the other girl. She was shorter than Bea (although not in this moment since Bea was practically laying on the floor), her facial features were sharp and her strawberry blonde hair fell perfectly around her shoulders. Her plush pink lips were curled up in a small smile as she offered a hand to the girl to help her up. 

“I totally meant to do that” Bea takes her hand and lifts herself off the floor, and after she quickly dusts herself off and grabs the blonde’s wrist pulling her towards her while her other hand settles on her waist. “So how much time do we have?”

The petite girl wounds her arms around the taller girl’s neck and slightly tip toes to whisper, “my dad has dinner with a bunch of investors so he’s not going to be back until midnight”. A huge smile appears on her face as she leans back slightly taking in the appraising look of the brunette. 

“Perfect”. 

Bea moves in to kiss the blonde, passion already igniting as their tongues tangle in a fight for dominance until Bea suddenly pulls away, foreheads touching, eyes blazing with desire as she whispers against the other girl’s lips, “I missed you Pops”. 

The other girl rolls her eyes and unwinds her arms from Bea’s neck, slightly pushing her back and while maintaining eye contact she walks backwards towards the bed and sits on the edge, “shuttup, you literally saw me yesterday” her tone attempting to come across as catty but instead comes out in a more playful manner. 

Bea raises an eyebrow as she saunters to where the girl is sitting and places two fingers under the girl’s chin lifting her face until their eyes meet, “so? I’m suddenly not allowed to miss my girlfriend?” She leans in, her lips ghosts around the blonde’s lips. 

“You talk too much, come on we’re wasting daylight” the blonde grabs Bea’s shirt and pulls her down onto the bed with her as they tussle in the sheets, lips crashing against one another reigniting the same passion from the kiss before. 

“Poppy..” Bea all but moans when Poppy places wet kisses along her jawline and begins biting at her neck. Not wanting her to have all the fun, Bea suddenly flips Poppy over pressing her deeper into the mattress as she ravenously kisses her, as if Poppy is the only one who can satiate her desire, and honestly speaking? She probably is. 

“No more foreplay, I want you now” Poppy breathlessly says, breaking the heated kiss. Bea sits up to straddle Poppy, intertwining both hands with hers and places it above the blonde’s head and grinds on her hips earning a low groan from Poppy. 

“Ask and you shall receive my queen”

In response, Poppy rolls her eyes and her tongue darts out of her mouth, teasingly moving against her own soft lips and as Bea leans in for another kiss her slender fingers move lightly above Poppy’s inner thigh, touching everywhere except where Poppy wanted her the most. After a few pleads from the blonde, Bea finally indulges her desires and they moved in perfect syncopation. 

….. 

After a while, Bea and Poppy collapse into each other’s arms, exhausted but satisfied recovering from their physically demanding rendezvous. Bea lays on her back with one arm behind her head and one arm wrapped around the petite girl who fit perfectly in her larger frame. Poppy relaxes her head on Bea’s chest, feeling lulled by her heartbeat which brings her a sense of calm and security. Bea softly kisses her forehead and looks down at the girl, entranced by her beauty, enrapturing the way her breaths are slightly longer and deeper than usual, the way her hair falls around her face and how her fingers subconsciously ghost around Bea’s stomach drawing lazy shapes. 

Poppy Min Sinclair, a 5’2 blonde beauty who is Bea’s entire world. Everything about her screams perfection in Bea’s eyes. She’s a straight A student, captain of the cheerleading team, and likes to spend time volunteering at her local animal shelter and is secretly an amazing artist. Though her family was one of the richest families in Greensburg, Poppy wasn’t your average highschool rich girl. Though she would often go on regular shopping sprees and refuse to wear anything that wasn’t designer (unless it was Bea’s clothes), she never treated Bea any differently than how others would. She was a bright girl, who was loving, friendly, fierce when she needed to be and extremely loyal. When it was just her and Bea she could show her true self, not pretend to be someone she’s not or play a certain role, she could just simply be Poppy instead of Poppy Min Sinclair. Poppy often felt the gravity that came with her name, especially since that’s all her father pressured her to be, a Min Sinclair. 

Hayden Min Sinclair, Poppy’s father, owned an entire empire of companies, differentiating from technology based businesses to architecture and finance. To say he was a businessman was putting it lightly, he was almost like a god or at least someone who was highly worshipped by business moguls. He built up his family’s name and within a decade he was a force to be reckoned with. Hayden Min Sinclair worked his ass off to lift his companies off the ground because as a person of colour he knew he would have to work 10x harder to get what he wanted. All he ever wants is life for his daughter to be easy, the irony is, that he’s one of the main reasons why it’s so hard. 

He’s a man of honour and pride and has never expected anything less from his daughter, hoping she would keep the dignity attached to the Min Sinclair name and bring it to new heights. So his traditionalist and conservative views means that he’s expecting Poppy to marry a man, who’s also an aristocrat, in which Bea is 0 for 2 for Poppy’s father’s expectations. Hence, Bea and Poppy have to keep their relationship a secret, a way to protect both Poppy and her future but also Bea from Mr Min Sinclair’s wrath. Reputation means everything to the Min Sinclairs and to Mr Min Sinclair specifically, especially after Poppy’s mother passed away when Poppy was 10 after an unfortunate incident of a drunken hit and run which left Poppy permanently broken from the loss of her mother but had all the socialites gossiping about the tragedy for months. To this day Poppy and her father still mourn her loss and Poppy often turns to Bea for comfort, for her companionship could provide the means of making her forget the empty presence of her mother that was left behind. 

They’d known each other since they were 7, when Bea used to live in the very same neighbourhood after the Min Sinclair’s moved into the neighbourhood, and they spent almost every waking hour together, attached by the hip. They were the best of friends and almost nothing could get in their way. Emphasis on the ‘almost’. 

When Bea’s father left Bea’s mother, Isabella when Bea was 8 and her sister Aria was 2, after finding out that Aria wasn’t his child as a result of a one night stand Isabella had, Bea’s family struggled to afford to live in the neighborhood especially since Bea’s father was the breadwinner of the house and their main source of income. After a series of bad decisions resulting in Bea’s mother losing her job as a banker, the 3 girls were forced to move to the south of Greensburg since it was the only thing they could afford. 

Bea and Poppy were still inseparable at this point, either Bea would take 2 buses to go to Poppy’s house or Poppy would call the family’s driver so she could go over the Bea’s. The breaking point for their friendship was the day when Bea’s mother once took the girls to the park when they were 11 and after she had gotten so intoxicated to the point she threw up in front of all the children, and Poppy’s father prohibited Poppy from seeing Bea again. 

“That girl and her family will bring shame to our family’s name, imagine what your mother would say” Poppy can still hear her father’s words ringing in her head from time to time, but everytime she looks at Bea, all her expectations would disappear and she would just simply be happy.

They began dating when they were 14, after Poppy had managed to scrounge up all her courage to kiss Bea on valentine’s day, after the two girls had snuck away to a diner to hang out like they would usually do. Poppy looked as if she was going to pass out from embarrassment when Bea didn’t reciprocate the kiss at first, however in Bea’s defence she was more startled than anything else. When Poppy was about to apologise Bea moved in and gave Poppy a sweet and chaste kiss on the lips and from then they decided they would be together. Bea couldn’t believe her luck when she was able to call Poppy hers, she felt like she didn’t have much to offer Poppy as she had yet to have earned the scholarship to Belvoire, the same school that Poppy had been attending. As well as coming from a troubled family life she didn’t want to implicate Poppy in any way but staying away from her had proven to be too difficult. 

The consequences of their forbidden love was much harder on her than it was on Poppy, still nevertheless she would do anything for Poppy, which was proven time and time again when they have to act like strangers at school. In spite of that, the stolen glances, the stolen moments, the stolen kisses, it made it all worth it. 

“Are you ready for school tomorrow” Poppy’s soft voice vibrated against Bea’s chest. 

Bea lets out a soft chuckle, “What do you think Pops? I’m the school’s lonely girl”

Bea’s reputation at Belvoire could not be worse, in a school filled with entitled brats, it was difficult for her to make any friends considering her economic background. She also couldn’t rely on Poppy and her popularity since she couldn’t be within any vicinity of the girl she loves. Bea and Poppy’s friends had a history of not getting along, and since Poppy couldn’t allow the true nature of her relationship with Bea to come to light, Bea had to deal with all sorts of harassment and bullying from them. Bea often had to remind herself that she was only a target because with money comes a lot of entitlement, especially from snobby teenagers. Moreover, the consequences of her mother’s actions also didn’t help Bea as the stories followed her everywhere, causing all sorts of rumours to spread like wildfire. 

Poppy lifted her head slightly to look into Bea’s eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant it’s the last year of highschool, that means one last chance for us to win nationals and for you to come on top for volleyball.”

As mentioned beforehand, the extra curricular Bea chose to partake in was volleyball, not only did being part of a winning sports team look good on a college application, it also helped Bea with releasing her pent up anger and dominating her competition. Her favourite thing in particular was the smaller group of cheerleaders, including Poppy, who were at every game after Poppy made a compelling argument to the principle about the importance of raising school spirit in all sport related inquiries. Bea would often steal a glimpse at Poppy, who always came up with extra dance moves and cheers, sending secret messages that she was rooting for her girlfriend. 

“One more year of highschool, do you know what that means Pops?” Bea smiled devilishly at Poppy who returned the smile and leaned her face in, lips ghosting around Bea’s. 

“Why don’t you remind me?”

Bea grabbed the blonde’s waist and stole a quick kiss, “One more year means that next year we’ll both be in New York, and we can finally be together for real”. 

“I can’t wait to live off campus with you, we should start looking at places now so we can get ahead and find a good place sin-” Bea cuts her off with a kiss while Poppy smiles, “I hate when you interrupt me with kisses”

“No you don’t”

“You’re right I don’t, but you better not slack this year Bea Hughes otherwise I’ll beat your ass if you don’t get into Columbia”

“I would never, I’m literally a better student than you babe. I would say you shouldn’t slack either but we all know daddy’s going to help you get into NYU.”

Poppy playfully slaps Bea on the arm who just laughs, “hey, no way in hell am I going to use the Min Sinclair name like that, when” (she made sure to put extra emphasis as she spoke) “I get into NYU it will be because of how amazing and talented I am” 

“Not to mention damn right gorgeous and smart and incredibly flexible”

Poppy moves to straddle Bea, hands on either side of her head and she leans in, “hmm, you think the admission office will be looking at those particular things?” her tone teasing and inviting. 

Bea attempts to move her head up only for Poppy to quickly place her perfectly manicured hand around her neck and push her down, Bea’s eyes flash as her voice pulsates with desire, “well I’ll definitely be looking, for educational reasons of course”

Poppy breaks out into a wide grin as the girls share a passionate kiss, tongues tangled together as they fight for dominance, Bea tries to envelop Poppy’s entire mouth with her kiss but Poppy’s unrelenting perseverance pushes through as she tightens the grip around Bea’s neck, pushing her deeper into the mattress. Bea succumbs to Poppy’s kisses and allows the blonde’s tongue to explore the inside of her mouth, getting lost in the wave of pleasure that emanates from Poppy’s lips. 

After a few more kisses, Bea looks at the digital clock sitting on top of Poppy’s dresser, “damn it’s getting late I should go”

“Wha- it’s barely 10 o’clock”, Poppy pouts as her eyebrows furrow slightly. 

“I know” Bea places a hand on Poppy’s face gently brushing against her cheekbone, “but you need your 8 hours of sleep and I gotta make sure everything is ready for Aria tomorrow”. 

Poppy sighs defeatedly as she knows how important Bea’s half sister is to her, she’s practically an older sister to Aria and is also incredibly protective of her too. “Well tell Aria I said hi”

Bea moves to stand and Poppy grabs her hand, “wait, you didn’t tell me, how’s your mom?”

Bea nonchalantly shrugged and gazed at the floor, “same old, same old, she drinks herself into oblivion not giving a shit about the rest of us” 

Poppy rubbed comforting circles on Bea’s hand, “don’t worry Bea one day it will get better” 

Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “I’ve been saying that for almost 10 years”

She stalks over to the window and lets half of her body hang out ready to reach out to the tree, Poppy moves over and gives Bea one last lingering kiss, “You know you can use the front door, my dad’s not here”

“Yeah I know but it’s always so awkward when I run into Rita at this time because she knows that I’m screwing you”, Bea smiles while Poppy raises an eyebrow

“Screwing me?”

“Sorry I meant making love to you” she gives Poppy a quick kiss 

“Much better, and anyways Rita doesn’t care, she’s been rooting for us this entire time”

“It’s okay, don’t worry P, I’ve been climbing in and out of these windows and over that gate for years, how else do you think I got these muscles”, she flexes her toned arms while Poppy runs a hand over them, “I love you”

“I love you too”, Poppy watches as Bea moves out of the window, gripping the tree and making her descent, “wait” she shouts down, “where did you leave your bike?”

Bea smiles up at her, “I parked it a couple of blocks away from here it’s fine, I’ll text you when I get home” she blows a kiss to Poppy and begins making her way over the gate and into the street which shone bright from the lampposts. Poppy sighs and closes her window and begins getting ready for bed until a knock at her door catches her attention. Rita, her nanny and keeper enters the room and looks at Poppy with a knowing glance, ‘Bea didn’t want to stay for dinner?’ 

Poppy laughs slightly and shakes her head, “no she had to get home to make sure her sister is okay”

Rita leaves a plate with a few cucumber and cheese sandwiches on the dresser, “don’t stay up too late Miss Min Sinclair,” and with that she gives a little wave and leaves the room closing the door behind her. After eating half of her sandwich and going through her extensive nighttime routine, she receives a text from Bea

💖 B

Just got home now 

Love you and goodnight my love

Poppy smiles at her phone and then sets her phone on her dresser, not before putting it on charge, and drifts off to sleep. 

Bea on the other hand was wide awake. When she safely parked her motorbike near her house and texted Poppy as she entered the house. She looked up from her phone into the dark room to see the tv quietly playing while her mother was passed out on the couch with a half drunk bottle of vodka on the table. She moved towards the couch covering her mom with a blanket and then went into her bedroom to check on her sister who was soundly sleeping in her bed. Bea headed into the kitchen took some cold pizza from the fridge and did some last minutes checks to make sure both her and her sister were equipped and ready for school tomorrow. She settled in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts about school and how challenging the first day back will be. 

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[bucketofcowboys]

Just A Whisper Away

This fic is based on the interaction between Majima and Saki at the end of her substory in Y0... I just read that line and couldn't get it out of my name for so long! I just had to write this! I hope you enjoy this super fluffy-friends-catching-up fic that no one asked for :)

Relationship: Saki (Yakuza) & Goro Majima, Implied Goro Majima/Kazuma Kiryu

Fandom: Yakuza (specifically 0)

Warning: Canon Typical Violence, but it’s just fluff

Words: 3,869

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29074707

Saki's mind always seemed to wander whenever she walked to work in the morning. Not many people walked around the Sotenbori streets this early in the morning, so most of the time her waypath was empty and quite peaceful. It gave her enough silence to live out old reminders of times past. Each block seemed to have its own special memory tied to it. Some silly, some sad, some dreadful... some she looked back on fondly and some she wished never happened. The city weaved together to create a place where every street had a story.

So, her morning walks to the office were her favorite part of her day. She just strolls around the early morning cityscape and relives memories with a special fondness. Her favorite street to walk down was definitely Sochofuku street. Though the alleyways that twisted and turned into the old Sunshine cabaret club had been cut off, passing by the new Club Four Shine still gave her nostalgia. Sometimes she would say hi to Yuki, but oftentimes she wouldn't be there in the morning. Their scene was more late night, and Saki was quite too busy for that nowadays. She visited whenever she could.

Passing by the club always made her think about her time working at a hostess at Sunshine. She was fortunate that Majima took her in when he did and took her away from the abusive situation at her old club. The year she spent there was put in the box of fond memories in the back of her mind.

This morning she was brought back to that evening after her last training with Majima. As she snuggled into her warm fuzzy coat to brace herself against the cold winter wind, she remembered how she rushed out of the club to make it to a meeting that decided the entirety of her future. How she ran into the wrong person, how everything was almost taken away because she refused to ask for help. How Majima came to the rescue. Saved her life.

"Majima-san... you taught me that sometimes it's okay to ask for help... so if I ever find myself in another hopeless mess... will you help me?" 

She carried the burden of everything on her shoulders back then. Her family deepened on her for money, she was saving up to go to nursing school, and she couldn't just be a hostess without putting forth her best effort. She thought that everything had to be on her because she didn't want to burden anyone else...

He smiled at her.

"Sure thing. You just whisper my name, and I'll be there. Bam."

She smiled up towards the gray winter sky. She never actually got to thank him for everything he did for her before he left... It was just one day he was there and the next he wasn't. She would be lying if she said she wasn't heartbroken when he left. All the girls were. Even Youda was upset.

Saki's mind was too busy being stuck in the past to notice that a man was walking towards her on the street. Before she could catch up with reality, she knocked into his shoulder. The man stumbled and barely kept himself from falling to the ground. She quickly turned towards the man and gasped.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention! I'm really sorry!" She clasped her hand over her mouth to try and cover her embarrassment. The man looked mostly unscathed from what she saw, but he turned to her and anger could be seen clearly on his features.

"What the hell! Watch where yer goin' dumbass!" The brash man sneered. She frowned.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I really didn't mean to..." She tugged her sleeve back and checked the watch on her wrist. She read the time and it said 7:27. Shit... she couldn't be late today, she had an urgent patient to take care of that morning. "Have a nice day, sir! Again, I'm very sorry!"

She turned away to continue on her walk to work, but was quickly stopped when the man grabbed the back hood of her coat and tugged her back towards him.

"Ya think sorry is gonna cut it, bitch? Do ya know who I am?!" He grabbed her by the shoulders firmly and she struggled against his hold.

"I'm sorry but I have to go!" She shoved the man off of her, but he grabbed a hold of her arm and held her in place. 

"You ain't goin' nowhere!" He threw her into the nearest alleyway. She scraped her knees on the biting cold concrete and knocked her head against the brick wall behind her. Pain began to bloom from her injuries and adrenaline ran through her blood, hot.

She hadn't fought someone in years. Ever since Majima scolded her for her recklessness... she stayed out of fights. She tried to focus on her future and stayed away from trouble. Its not that she didn't believe in her abilities... but she was significantly weaker than she was before. 

"Get away from me!" She screamed, holding her arms up to protect herself from any further attacks.

"You think ya can just disrespect me like that and get away with it?" 

"I didn't do anything! Help!" She called desperately. The only response to her cry for help was her own echo bouncing on the walls of the alleyway. 

She flinched when she saw the gleam of something sharp catch her eye. That's when she really began to struggle hard against the man's efforts. She kicked at his legs with as much effort as she could, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head against the wall. Bobby pins fell from her previously neat bun, and her vision began to go spotty and black around the edges.

She felt dizzy and nauseous and her head pounded in time with her racing pulse. The situation brought her back to the memory she was reminiscing on mere minutes ago. She was sure she would be in this exact situation if Majima hadn't come to the rescue. But now... Majima wasn't here. Hadn't been here for a while. She was strong, but she wasn't strong enough to fight against an armed man. 

"...just whisper my name..."

The only thing she could think of was that phrase playing over and over in her head. She knew it was meant to be a passing reassurance, a small joke meant to never be thought of again... but now it seemed like a lifeline. 

"M-Majima..." She breathed out so quiet she could barely hear herself say it. She almost felt embarrassed at how helpless she felt. She promised him long ago that she would ask for help when she needed it... and she needed it desperately now. 

"Speak up, princess! Got somethin' to say?"

"Majima-San!" She screamed out, calling his name in hopes that maybe, somehow, he would hear her cries. That maybe, by some miracle, he would come and save her. That he would keep his promise from so long ago.

"Huh? Majima-Han? That your boyfriend or somethin'? Go ahead bitch, cry. Ain't nobody comin'!" Her attacker laughed as if he had said something funny. He then raised his dagger, ready to strike. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered herself with her arms. She braced for the sharp bite of metal. But, after a few moments of waiting, she didn't feel it. 

Instead she heard the sound of metal clattering to the ground and a sharp gasp of pain coming from her attacker. Her eyes shot open and when she looked up she could barely believe it.

It was him.

She had to do a double take just to see if she was imagining it or not. Everything about him was different. His long, neat, tied up hair was now short, his sunken in look had been replaced with a more plump healthy glow, and his beautifully tailored tux had been scrapped for a tacky snakeskin jacket. But that eyepatch and the angry twitch of his bowed lips was enough for her to know that this was her Majima. 

"Yo..." His voice rung out deep-- which was never a good sign. Majima only ever spoke that way when he was really mad. It was rare for anyone to hear him talk like that in the cabaret club. The only time she ever heard him talk like that was when dealing with particularly rude customers... or when he protected her all those years ago. "What the hell do ya think you're doing?"

He stood tall behind her attacker, his gloved hand in a vice like grip around his wrist. The man hissed in pain and tried to pull out of his hold.

"What the fuck, man! Step off!" He yelled as he struggled to pull away. He used his other hand to throw a punch in Majima's direction, but he quickly ducked his head out of the way before it could collide. He twisted the man's arm behind his back painfully and he squealed like a pig. He shoved him face first into the wall opposite of where Saki still sat on the floor. His face scratched against the rough concrete and a groan left the man.

"Sorry, ya rat bastard, but I don't let people get away with hurting my friends like that. Ya understand?" He growled into the perpetrator's ear like he was spitting venom. He shoved him harder against the wall and earned himself a cry in response.

"Majima-San..." Saki whispered in disbelief. She was half convinced that the man had knocked her out and she was now in the middle of a head trauma induced coma. He glanced back at her with his good eye and offered her a friendly smile. It contradicted the raged one he wore speaking to her attacker.

He pulled the man from the wall and held him up in front of Saki.

"Now... you're gonna apologize to this lovely lady... or I'll break your bones... ya understand!?" The man nodded quickly, sniffling back a tear before stuttering out.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" He cried out. Majima let out a pleased hum at his apology. He hesitated for a moment before loosening his grip on the man. The man took the opportunity to run as soon as he could. But before he could get only a few steps away, Majima punched him so hard in the jaw that he hit his head on the nearby wall and blacked on on the concrete.

Majima stepped over to the newly unconscious man and nudged him with his foot. He seemed to be completely knocked out cold. Majima sighed.

"Ya get what ya deserve, asshole." He turned back towards the, still very stunned, Saki. That familiar, warm smile came to his lips and he stepped towards her. "Ya alright?" 

He offered his hand out to her, and she quickly took it. He hauled her up to her feet and brushed some grime from the ground off of her winter coat. 

"I..." Words were lost from her. She didn't know what to say... She hadn't seen Majima for years, and then all of a sudden there he is. What was she meant to say? "I didn't think you would come." She admitted. 

"Good thing I was in the neighborhood then, yeah?" He chuckled softly. She just stared up at him in disbelief. After a long moment of uncomfortable silence, Majima spoke once again. "Ya alright? He didn't knock ya up too badly did he?" 

He reached forwards and gently pressed a gloved finger to a slowly forming bruise near her hairline. She hissed in pain, and reached up to gently push his hand away.

"I'll be fine... just a few bumps and bruises..." Nothing she couldn't fix herself. 

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure!" She pouted up at him. Their bickering reminded him so much of the old days back at the club.

She still was trying to process the fact that Majima Goro, Lord of the Night, and the man that saved her life--not once now, but twice, was standing right in front of her. Finally her confused face cracked into a smile. A bright smile filled with the joy of memories past and an old friend brought back from the dead.

"You big lug, I can't believe you actually came!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a warm embrace. "It's been too long, Majima-San..."

An awkward beat of silence passed between them where Majima just stood still without much reaction, but eventually the man warmed up to it. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and squeezed her just hard enough to know that he missed her too. Eventually the two old friends fell apart and Saki smiled up at him.

"Where ya goin'? I can walk ya there so ya don't get fucked over by another brute." He offered with a nonchalant shrug.

"I'm heading to work right now. It's not too far from here." He perked up at that.

"Where do ya work? Not another cabaret club, I hope. Been a severe lack of good ones in Sotenbori since the 80s..." She began her slow pace back to the office, and Majima followed close by her side. For some reason, the fact that she was definitely going to be late didn't bother her anymore. She needed to catch up with him.

"I work at the hospital," She answered and got a surprised face from Majima. She snickered, "After you left, I went to nursing school, got my degree, and the rest is history..."

"Ya really did take my advice then?"

"Of course!" He gave her a look that could only be compared to that of a proud father looking at a succeeding daughter. Sometimes she forgets that Majima is almost the same age as her. He always acted like a concerned older brother, so she always imagined him as being years above her in age. Really there was only about a two year gap between them.

There was a pause where the two just walked down the cold Sotenbori street in silence. Saki kicked her tennis shoes on the ground before looking back up at him.

"What about you, Majima-San?" 

"Haw?"

"You kinda just up and left one day without a word... I want to know what you've been up to!" 

"Oh..." he paused for a moment and looked off into the distance, as if he was thinking. Probably trying to figure out what holes he can put in his story and get away with without her noticing. 

She knows he's yakuza, she knew since the 80s. Though a tux can cover up an irezumi, it can't cover years worth of wear and tear on the soul and an eyepatch she still never got the story behind. She was sure everyone at Sunshine knew he was yakuza, they just kept quiet about it. It was so odd to imagine the kind and quiet Majima being a brash and unforgiving crime boss. But, when she and the girls saw him fight, there was no question. Even less of a question now that his irezumi peaked past his snakeskin. 

She distantly wondered if he was freezing just wearing that, but he didn't seem to be reacting to the cold winds that brushed by.

She allowed him a moment to construct the PG rated version of his life in the past 20 years, and then he finally spoke.

"Not much, honestly. Left Sotenbori and started livin' in Kamurocho..." he rubbed at the buzzed off hair on the back of his head... she kinda missed the long hair. He did still look dashing, even if it was short. 

"Open up any new cabaret clubs?" He shook his head.

"Nah. I did open up a construction company though." 

"Really?" She couldn't imagine Majima at a construction site... but at the same time she could. It was odd. It's like there were two sides to Majima's coin. One a more kind-hearted and soft side and the other brash and hard. "I never knew you could build things, Majima-San..."

She remembered a time when Majima had to order a new vanity for Yuki after an incident involving a live wire and a spilt drink... she doesn't think Majima or Youda ever did manage to finish building that vanity... Spare pieces of wood and screws were strewn across the back room for months, and late at night before going home she could hear Majima cussing out the instructions. So she couldn't imagine him actually being able to build things.

"I don't build, that's my team's job." That made more sense.

"Then what do you do?" He froze for a moment.

"Uhh... managin'. Stuff like that."

"I see." She had to stifle a giggle.

She took a turn down the wrong alleyway, but she didn't stop and turn back. Neither did Majima. He followed blindly as she led him in circles around the block instead of actually heading towards her destination.

"Do you have a family now, Majima? Are you married?" 

"Nah, not really my thing." 

"A significant other?" She noticed that he froze up at that question. A smirk came to her lips. 

"I-I guess? I don't know. It's complicated with him..." 

"Ooooh, so it's a him? What's he like?" She asked, becoming increasingly eager to continue this line of questioning. She took another wrong turn, but this time he grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her back onto the right path.

"Wrong way, busy bee. Ya don't wanna be late for work, do ya?" She pouted.

"Don't make excuses, tell me about him!" He let out a long sigh and glanced upwards towards the sky. It was almost as if he was asking whatever God there was for mercy. 

"...I've known him for a while now. I met him as soon as I came to Kamurocho." He finally began talking, she bit her lip to keep herself from smiling too hard as he explained his love story. "We... didn't exactly start off as friends but now I think we're pretty close."

She watched as he fidgeted with the seam of his gloves. She had never seen him act so shyly before. He must really like this man.

"Do you love him?" She asked, and he quickly jumped back in surprise.

"Hey! You don't just ask someone that!" He scolded, his Kansai accent exaggerating each word. He threw his hands up in faux rage and she giggled. 

"Sorry, sorry." She apologized between smiles that hurt her cheeks. After a beat of silence she added, "So... do you love him?"

"Sakiii..." he whined, but this time she didn't back off. She looked up at him expectantly and he sighed. 

"I-I... yeah... I love him." He finally admitted. She could see the flush on his high cheekbones. Cute.

She shot him a grin, but spared him from any more of her torturous questioning about this mystery man that had Majima's heart in his hand. Though, she did wonder what this man was like... during their training they spoke about women Majima was into, but never men. Maybe he was into tall dark and handsome guys? Or more of the femenine types? Maybe even big soft types? Probably one who could cook. He always said that a meal was a way to a man's heart. 

"What about you? You got anyone?" He asked.

"Yeah... I got someone." She smiled fondly into the distance as she had a moment of recollection.

She had met him a few years back. He worked at a Takoyaki shop she frequented, and one day he sat down and spoke with her on his break. They hit it off right away and the rest was history.

"I actually just got hitched last year! You see?" She held up her hand and showed off the gold and diamond encrusted wedding ring that sat perfectly on her finger. He leaned forwards and turned his head so it was in the view of his good eye.

"Ooooh, looks pretty. I guess he didn't skimp out on ya did he? Suppose that makes him a keeper, yeah?" She nodded along.

"Yeah... I think he's a keeper." 

Their walking slowed and eventually stopped when they finally made it to the front of the hospital. Saki stared up at the building for a moment. All the desire she usually had to work had been sapped out of her, and all she really wanted to do was walk around town and talk to her old friend. But, work was still more important than that. She sighed softly before turning to face Majima.

"This is the place. Thank you for walking with me, Majima-San." She thanked him with a short bow.

"Of course. I couldn't just let ya walk alone after an attack like that." Her head was still throbbing, and the bruises on her were beginning to settle into a dull ache, but she would be fine. She would be in worse shape if Majima hadn't been there.

"Well... it was good seein' ya again, Saki-Chan." She nodded in agreement. He turned to leave after that.

Saki couldn't help but feel an overwhelming feeling of dread as he left. He would walk away and into the shadows and then poof! He's gone forever. Never to be seen again. Like dust blown away in the wind. A ghost only remembered in stories and whispers of the past... she didn't want him to be a ghost.

"Majima-San!" She called after him before that snakeskin jacket could faze out of sight. He turned back to look at her, and she had to cup her hands around her mouth to speak loud enough for him to hear. "Don't be a stranger! We miss you!"

She could see the flash of his smile, even with the distance. He cupped his hands around his mouth as well and shouted back.

"Just a whisper away, Saki!" His voice echoed against the alleyway walls, and he spared a small wave before turning away again. 

This time, as he turned a corner and left her vision, that dread was gone. He didn't have to be a ghost, or an old memory, or dust. She would see him again. She was sure of that. 'When?' was a question that could only be answered with, 'eventually'. And she would wait until that eventually. 

For now, though, she turned towards the door of her office building and stared at the blue painted Kanji on the door. She sucked in a deep breath, and pushed it open. Sure, she was going to get scolded for being late and fretted about because of the bruises on her face, but she didn't mind. She had almost forgotten that she was even attacked. She was on cloud nine after seeing her old friend again. 

During her lunch break for the day, she immediately got on her phone and made a call. 

"Hello?" Yuki's voice came through the receiver. Saki couldn't help but smile brightly when she heard her speak. 

"Yuki-- you won't believe who I just saw!"

[chibsytelford]

A Broken Heart

*** GIF CREDIT TO OWNER ***

Anonymous asked -  Hii, could you please break my heart? Jokes aside, angsty imagines about Chibs are seriously lacking, so it would be super cool if you wrote one. Maybe with the help of the prompts "41. “If you care about me you won’t do this.” "8. “This is a lot harder than it looks, I don’t think you realize that.” "23. “What you’re feeling right now is regret.”. I love your work btw! 

Authors Note - Thanks to whoever the Anon was that requested this - this was something completely different for me to write about, especially with Chibs - as my other fics are more funny and fluffy. So seriously, thankyou so much for requesting this - i really enjoyed going out of my comfort zone and writing some really angsty and heartbreaking stuff for Chibs. I hope you enjoy this and it’s what you were looking for!

Warnings - swearing, angst, heartbreak, pregnancy.

Taglist - @agirllovespasta​ @everyhowlmarksthedead​ @naytraydr​ @rebel-without-cause-x​ @whyisgmora​ @jadesamhart​ @talicat713​ @fangirlingaesthetics​ - if you would like added to my taglist just send me a message :)

You always thought when you met the love of your life, it would be a magical meeting. You had dreamed of being stranded at the side of the road, and your knight in shining armour would come and save you and you'd live happily ever after. That's not how you met Chibs. You met him through your mutual friend Unser. You met Unser when you reported your car stolen at the Charming Police Station 5 years ago. You hadn't set foot in a Police Station before and Unser was a kind older policeman who helped you to fill out a stolen vehicle report. Ever since then if you had any problems Wayne Unser was there to help you. He was like the father you always wanted. He introduced you to the Sons 4 years ago. You needed some work done on your new car and he took you to Teller Morrow to get it fixed. And that's when you met Chibs. You hit it off with him straight away and you've been dating ever since.

It was your 4 year anniversary with Chibs today, so you decided to make him lunch and take it to the clubhouse to surprise him. You made him his favourite cheese, pickle and beef sandwiches, with some shortbread and some coffee in a flask. Nothing special, but his favourite. He had been a bit more quieter than usual around you, and he sometimes didn't even come home anymore, or when he did he was always up and out before you were awake. You put it down to club business worrying him, and didn't ask him about it.

You arrived at Teller Morrow to find it eerily quiet. The bikes were all there, but nobody was outside. You headed over to the door but stopped when you heard your boyfriend talking. You peeked through the window and saw him sitting on a stool at a table with Jax, Opie, Juice and Happy. He looked torn.

"A don't know what to do brother, a don't think a love her anymore" you heard him tell the men. "Am trying to stay away from her as much as a can, hell I've been staying here most nights".

"You need to tell Y/N Chibs" it was Jax who spoke. "You've been together 4 years, what happened?"

"A wish a knew, it's just not the same as it was 4 years ago, hell, it hasn't felt right for me for months now, that's all a know" Chibs took a gulp of his beer. "Am going out for a cigarette, and ti clear ma head".

You couldn't move from the door fast enough and your boyfriend came charging out, stopping in his tracks when he saw you standing there.

"Fuck Y/N, how long have ye been standing there?" He asked you as he tried to reach for you.

"Long enough to hear that you don't love me anymore" you answered as you took a step back. You tried so hard not to cry but the tears were threatening to burst out any second. "Why didn't you tell me? What's wrong with me? Why don't you love me anymore?" The tears finally came and you were sobbing uncontrollably. Your family abandoned you years ago. They told you that you brought them shame and they couldn't stand to look at you anymore. And now here was your boyfriend of 4 years breaking up with you, and leaving you, just like everybody else did.

"Am sorry lass, ave been meaning to tell ye, it's not you it's me, a just don't feel the same way about ye anymore" he explained.

"If you care about me, you won't do this" the heartbreak was evident in your voice. "Please Chibs, I love you, these past 4 years have been the best of my life, I had nothing before you, and you gave me everything and more" you were now shaking and the tears were still flowing down your cheeks. "This seems so easy for you!" You spat at him. "You're not even bothered are you?"

"This is a lot harder than it looks, I don't think you realize that" Chibs said. "A feel like a dick breaking up with ye like this, in the parking lot of ma work, in the parking lot where we first met, but a can't help how a feel".

"I just wish you had told me this much sooner, before I fell so deeply in love with you. I don't think I can live without you". All you wanted to do was reach out and kiss him, reach out and run your hands through his hair which he used to love you doing, reach out and trace his scars on his cheeks. But you knew that could and would never happen again. "I won't make this any harder for you, goodbye Chibs" and you walked away. You walked away from the man who owned your whole heart, and then ripped it out.

Chibs headed back into the clubhouse with a look on his face.

'What you're feeling right now is regret" Juice spoke this time as he stood up to give Chibs a hug "We heard everything man, are you OK?"

"Nah brother, a don't feel regret, a feel sad obviously, but most of all a feel relieved, hopefully we can both move on with our lives now" Chibs returned Juice's hug.

That was not how you planned to spend your 4 year anniversary.  You expected Chibs to be happy to see you, and you would sit and eat lunch together. But that didn't happen. And it would never happen again. The whole drive home you kept asking yourself what was wrong with you that everyone you met wanted rid of you. You wish you had the answers, so you could change, and make everyone love you.

***2 weeks later***

You had been throwing up for the past few weeks, every morning without fail. You were eating more, and craving all types of weird food. You knew you needed to go to the store and buy a pregnancy test.

The drive there consisted of you thinking about how you would tell Chibs. He was obviously the dad, but you didn't want to tell him for the fact he might take pity and take you back. You only wanted him back if he meant it, which you were sure he wouldn't. Grabbing 3 pregnancy tests to make sure, you headed to the checkout to buy them and headed home to find out.

Your timer went off and you inhaled deeply. You always visioned Chibs being here with you, waiting with you in the bathroom while the timer ticked down to 0. But you were alone, and you knew he wasn't coming back. With a big heave, you stood up and picked up all 3 pregnancy tests. 2 lines on each of them. You were definitely pregnant. You were so happy, you have always wanted a baby. A mini you. And you knew the baby would be well loved by you.

You decided to tell Chibs sooner rather than later. You were secretly hoping there was a part of him that would just pull you into his arms and tell you he loved you and everything would be OK. Heading to Teller Morrow you felt like you could throw up any second, and it wasn't the pregnancy causing it this time.

You found him at the bar sipping beer. He turned around when he heard the door open and was surprised to see you.

"What are ye dain here?" He walked over to you curiously.

"I have something to tell you Chibs. I'm pregnant". You watched his face go from confusion, to anger as he tried to process the words.

"Aye nice try, a knew you'd try something like this". You couldn't believe what you were hearing. The once kind and loving and gentle man was being so cold and hard to you. You didn't deserve this. You handed him the pregnancy tests.

"It's true Filip, I'm pregnant, I'm going to make a doctors appointment to find out how far along, do you want to come?" You asked him.

Just then a woman you had never seen before emerged from the door which leads to the dorm rooms. She came straight over to Chibs, turned him around and pressed her lips against his. He was still holding the pregnancy tests, but he wrapped his arms around the woman and deepened the kiss right in front of you.

"You're a fucking dick do you know that Filip, I've came here to tell you I'm having your fucking baby, and you say I'm lying about it, then you decide to play tonsil tennis with that whore!" You were more angry than sad this time. You knew if Chibs could treat you like this after 4 years together, you had dodged a bullet. You grabbed the pregnancy tests from him and headed to the door to finally leave the clubhouse forever. You turned back one more time and saw Chibs looking at you.

"Don't come looking for us. You had your chance to step up and tell me you wanted this baby as much as me, but instead you showed you don't want me or the baby. I hope you'll be happy with your new girlfriend" you said softly. You had no more anger to give and as much as you tried to hate Chibs, you couldn't bring yourself to. Your main focus now was the baby growing inside you.

[pixelatedrose]

read this and respond (if you’d like) when you aren’t in the car anymore, i don’t want you to get sick :0 !

you don’t apologize for not be able to write a lot! you didn’t have to answer my ask in the first place but it means a lot to me that you did :) also! i wanna say two things! one, i think i’ve said this before but i really like how you explain things. i’ve tried to learn how to play d&d and i think i’ve got a solid understanding of it, but it’s still hard when people say things like “10 AC”. but i don’t have to worry about that when you explain things cause you sorta dumb it down in a way that doesn’t make me feel dumb.. if that makes sense. two, i love how you showed callahan being healed in your drawing cause it just adds so much more weight to the picture. and i can’t even imagine how that fight was, dancing with death the whole time, that must’ve been so stressful. anyway! that’s about all, but you still have a lot of explaining to do (if you want and when you’re ready) mister >:0 i hope you had a lovely day and you enjoy the rest of your night, love you ro :)) !

1st: dw bout me answerin asks in the car lol I have no fuckin self control sksjshs

2nd: thank you sm m8!!! I know you've mentioned in the past that you don't play d&d or know a ton about it so I try and give little explanations where I can and it's great to hear that I do it in a non-patronizing way

3rd: heheheee okay so imma go into some more detail on the Callahan & Shade training session-

Okay, so.

To understand how we got to this point in time, we have to understand where he was

The party entered the Shadowfell- a mirror plane of existence where everything is contorted and dark and just about everything wants to kill you. This is where we were trying to get to when Callahan first joined the party.

Now Callahan didn't have a full grasp on what the Shadowfell was, really, when he went through the portal. The only one who did was Sylas, and by all the gods did he try to warn us.

Callahan was still so very very unprepared...

The very first fight in the Fell- one of the first battles Callahan has EVER been in in his life- he gets one-shotted by this monster and drops below zero hp.

When you drop below zero hp in d&d, you're Ina state of in between life and death, right on the cusp of either one and a breath's wrong move could send you toppling over the edge. You stay in this state of dying until one of three things happen. 1) you get healed. 2) you succeed three death saves and you stabilize. Or 3) you fail three death saves and you die.

Callahan had succeeded two saves, but he had also failed two. One last roll would have determined his entire fate, and I'm not known for having the best of luck when it comes to dice.

Sylas, our lovely amazing wonderful cleric boy, barely made it in time and slapped Callahan with a healing spell right after the monster died and he regained consciousness.

This...messed him up.

Callahan was absolutely shaken to his core at this very close encounter with death and he did not handle it well.

He got furiously angry, ignoring the fact that it was him that brought him to the Fell, and instead shifting the rage to the rest of the party and blaming them for his being there and, by proxy, his almost dying.

He...said some things...that shouldn't have been said. At least not like that...

And the worst part? It didn't get better. He was fitful and angry and upset at everyone for weeks.

Finally, Haru was done with Callahan's baby-bitchfit and when Callahan snapped at Monty (again), Haru got up and dragged Callahan out into the forest a little ways away from the rest of the party.

And what did he do?

Well he punched him.

Well, more than that. He told Callahan to fight back too. Soon fist-fighting turned into hitting each other with sticks, which turned into Haru having to tackle Callahan to the ground, leaving Cal the perfect opportunity to steal the dagger off his belt and ramming the pommel into his ribs.

Cal would like to say he won that fight. Haru would have something else to say.

After laying there on the ground for a moment, Callahan started to laugh. A sound that Haru had not heard in weeks, and one he didn't know he missed.

Haru explained that he wanted to teach Cal to fight so that what happened with that first monster? Where Cal nearly died?? So that that would never have to happen again.

Something about it- maybe it was something about Haru- calmed Callahan down.

And then it really hit him.

Oh fuck.

I've been a jackass for weeks to literally everyone.

It also started to hit him just how weak he really was in a fight if it ever came down to melee.

So they came back to the party together, Callahan happier than ever with little scrapes and lookin very roughed up (I won't say but the rest of the party did not in fact think they were sparring-)

Callahan apologized to Monty the next morning. The things he said specifically to him were...well...let's just say it hit harder for Monty than the others.

Monty wasn't as quick to forgive and forget. Callahan doesn't blame him.

However, that night Callahan and this new party member- Shade- were on a watch together. Now Shade is a much higher level than everyone else in the party, and is far far more powerful. He's a Hexblade Warlock, but he's also a fallen paladin (or cleric I can't remember) as WELL as a fallen Aasimar (kinda like a fallen angel but watered down). But...also probably a Shadow sorcerer?? Listen Shade is an amalgam of magic and power and idk where all of it comes from-

In any case, Shade is big powerful lad.

Now Cal and Shade are on a watch together, and Shade begins talking about Callahan's magic. He picks up a small opal stone from gauntlets he wears and focuses his magic into it. The opal glows with a black light and swirls with shadows of purple and black. He then hands the opal to Callahan and instructs him to focus his magic like he did.

When he does, the opal changes again, but this time, it swirls with bright, ever-changing array of fantastical colors. A rainbow of things that have never quite been seen before. It's extraordinary.

Shade explains that his own magic is that of the Shadowfell, it's dark and thus his magic is sewn from the shade. And then he explains that he's met other mages- ones with powers of the storm, magic of dragons- but he has never seen someone with magic like Callahan's.

Why?

Well, cause Callahan has pure, unfettered, untained, raw magic inside him.

It's an inferno of unbridled magic and it is completely and utterly entirely untamed. It cannot be controlled and it is as wild as the wind and earth itself. And sometimes, that uncontrollablity lashes out and surges forth, and sometimes things that Callahan doesn't exactly want to happen, happen.

And Callahan listens. And his heart sinks. Uncontrollable? Pure?? Absolute chaotic force of magic??? He can't stand the thought of not having a handle on his magic, because if he can't control it, how the hell is he supposed to use it to protect people??

He expresses this to Shade and the "older" man tells him that he can and should use this to his advantage.

At that moment, Callahan's magic goes wild and he surges. The wooden log they are sitting on, under Callahan's hand it starts to faintly smoke. Callahan doesn't notice, but Shade does. He cuts a small piece of rope and asks Cal to hold it for him. The rope errupts into flames and Callahan drops it in vibrant shock and distress.

Shade calms him down and explains that he can use that. He gets Callahan thinking. Asks how he can use this to help in in battle- he can set things aflame with a touch, for God's sake, what can he do to use that?

And Shade looks at Callahan's small scratches and bruises and scuffs on his clothes and turns and says "I know that look...you've been sparring, haven't you?"

Callahan nods his head. He says that Haru said he'd teach him how to fight, that he wants to- needs to- be stronger.

Shade asks if Callahan would like Shade to help him as well, help him learn how to use his magic to fight.

Callahan says yes.

They start small, Shade borrows Haru's sword in his sleep and gives it to Cal to use. Shade goes through the motions of explaining how he uses his magic to help him wear armor and wield weapons- how he manipulates the pull of power inside him into his blade, into his armor, how he makes them seem lighter and easier to use and wear.

And Callahan follows suit. He goes through the motions of swordplay, focusing and directing his magic into it. And slowly, it seems the blade gets lighter and light in his palm.

After a little while of this, Shade says that he would like to try something to really help Cal in the middle of a real battle. And he summons a demon.

Now, as Shade summons this demon, he explains that he has control over it. That the demon cannot do anything that Shade does not want it to do. The demon is not pleased with this.

In fact, with shadowy chains around its neck and wrists and ankles, it seethes and hisses and spits that it will tear and murder and shred Callahan and Shade to scraps. Shade reassures Callahan that he won't let it kill him. But he asks one last time if Callahan wants to do this.

And with a glance at this horrible creature with blood and murder in its eyes, Callahan's grasp tightens around his borrowed blade and he nods yes.

And so the fight begins.

Callahan uses his magic and filters it into the blade in his hands and tries to strike the beast. He hits it a few times, but the monster keeps hitting Callahan back, and he drops down to 1 hp.

As the demon cackles and pulls back for one final attack, Shade pulls down on the shadowy chains and restrains it. It howls in fury at this.

Shade asks Callahan if he wants to stop, that if he really wants, Shade knows a way to help Callahan keep going.

Callahan, bloody, sliced up, fighting for consciousness and blinking red drops from his eyes, hands on his sword in a white-knuckled grip, the blade digging into the ground as the only thing keeping him upright, looks Shade deep and deadly in the eyes, his goggles hung slightly cracked around his neck. His eyes have a burning flicker to them and with no hesitation to his words, he speaks. "I need to be better."

Shade takes a moment and the faintest ghost of a smile flitters onto his face and he says "That was the right answer." And he begins to heal Callahan with Greater Restoration.

Now, I could be wrong either with what the spell does or what spell he actually cast, but what happened with this spell was this: he could restore an incredible amount of hp to Callahan, but he would TAKE half the hp he restored as damage to himself. So if he healed Cal for 10 points, Shade would take 5.

This first time he ended up healing Callahan all the way back up to full.

And back to the fight they went.

This happened four more times, where Cal dropped below 10 hp and Shade had to stop to heal him for a moment.

Finally, Shade asked Callahan one last thing.

"I can do one more thing to help you learn the movement of battle, but it would mean releasing him. You don't have to do it, but-"

"You're wrong. I do have to- what would that make me if I backed down at the first sight of risk?"

"...you've made a good choice."

With that, Shade released the Demon, who was battered and torn and nearly as destroyed as Callahan himself, if not far far more. And he let out a ravenous cackle, full of craze and bloodlust and victory. And he looked Callahan directly in the eyes and told him "This is where you die!!!"

Four more rounds.

Callahan had messed up his magic once before in the fight and his magic had surged, giving him the ability to teleport short distances for the next minute.

And his magic messed up once again, poisoning a random creature near him. Luckily, it wasn't Shade, but the Demon was immune to poison anyway.

But as Callahan took hits, he dropped below 10 hp again, but there was no more looking to Shade for help anymore.

He took one last swing, a move of the blade that felt more dance-like than any sort of movement to kill, and he cut the demon clean a sunder- a trail of the blade that ran from one shoulder across to the bottom of its boney hip- and the demon let out a croaking, creaking, collapsing gasp of air that could have been mistaken for a strangled last cackle of defiance.

And then it fell over, a position of defeat that Callahan may have been had he not made the surer move.

And Callahan stood above it all.

Alive.

Alive and by his hands alone was his enemy gone.

Alive and by a blade he used with magic in his veins was he that way.

Alive and the victor over a demon.

Shade healed Callahan one last time, nearly collapsing himself from the loss of life energy. He managed to gain some of it back by summoning small imps that he then proceeded to suck the life out of, but it still took a bit of a toll on both of them.

They went back to the party where everyone lay sleeping, none knowing the exchange that had happened that night.

The spoke for a while longer, Shade telling Callahan of his past while casting the mending spell on his destroyed and torn clothes.

Their shift ended and they woke up the next pair for watch and went to bed.

And now did Callahan forget to tell anyone else about what had happened?

Yes absolutely.

Did Haru end up finding out because 1) Callahan had a fresh magical scar on his cheek and 2) Callahan forgot to give Haru back his sword?

Yes absolutely.

Was Haru pissed off that Callahan basically almost died multiple times and go into full protective boyfriend mode after he found out?

Yes absolutely.

Anyway long story time but I hope you liked it ;D

[peachyunjinnie]

❝The New Toy❞ hhj ― m.

― summary:

y/n is frustrated because she lost her job, her best friend jeongin helps her and organizes a job interview with the ceo of the biggest marketing company. mr. hwang gets a lot of interest in you and ends up introducing you into the company and then later on introduce you into his playroom.

hyunjin/female reader | ceo!hyunjin | suggestive | 1.5k ↬ content warnings: bdsm, breath play, fingering

a/n: yes this was a request that I kinda expected and so this is the first part (introduction), and in some days there will be a second part with the smut stuff. I would love to make a series/au out of this

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“Come on, Y/N. You can give it a try. This job could make all of your financial problems go away. You need this, please at least go to the interview.” My best friend Jeongin said.

Homeless and jobless. The situation of my life at this point is completely fucked up. About 2 weeks ago my life was like every other: student, a part-time job at a café and with no worry at all. But since my father died, the income was 0. My school was not paid so I dropped out and the life I had was a 180. About 2 days I couldn’t afford the rent and here I am homeless and living with my best friend Innie.

“I can’t, this company is nothing for me. So why even try?” My voice shaking and close to tears.

“He really doesn’t have a good reputation, but I tried hard to talk to my brother and he is open to get you this job as his first secretary.

“I appreciate your support about this but Hwang Hyunjin the boss, CEO and biggest asshole of whole Busan. I can’t take this one job.”

“Why? It’s just a job, an answer and an opportunity for you. A big opportunity!” he whined.

With a deep sigh, I rethought everything and nodded slowly.

After a long day of getting myself ready and praying it wouldn’t be that bad. A black pencil skirt and a white blouse, my hair in a ponytail, and a little touch of makeup.

“Mr. Hwang is now ready to meet you, follow me.” A young and very beautiful woman, probably in her mid-20s. She was very serious and looked intimidating. If this is the kind of person they are looking for I couldn’t make it in this job.

I stumbled after the lady and made my way to the big office. Behind this door will be an opportunity, an answer may be the answer to all the problems. The young woman opened the door and there he was, the boss of the company, the CEO of the biggest marketing agency. Hwang Hyunjin. In his early 20s the heir of Sir. Hwang who died in a fatal and tragic heart attack, about 2 years ago. 

His aura gave sent shivers down my spine and made the hair of my body stand straight up. The secretary left me alone, helpless and scared of how intimidating a young male could be.

“Please come in, Miss Y/N” he said his voice soothingly deep. Raspy and soft at the same time.

I walked in and closed the door. While doing so I say a little prayer that this will be ending soon.

“Have a seat, Miss.” His hand gesturing at the seat in front of him and then I scanned the whole room, from the big windows that covered the wall which showed the skyline of Busan. To the big black office desk. The room is kept in black and white, very fancy and serious.

“ So my brother told me you wanted a job here, tell me a little about yourself. What qualifications do you have?” His gaze hypnotizing me into a trance. His big brown eyes digging into my eyes, looking straight in my soul. I couldn’t answer but after a little while, I stuttered.

“I am organized and can take responsibility. I can work a lot and more than other people and I can keep private life from business. I am honest and straightforward. I-I can work good with people and know how to calm angry/ rude customers.”

“Okay good and how about your private life?” He stood up from his black chair and walked forward to the edge of the desk in front of me. His crotch was dangerously close to my face. He took my breath away and I answered quickly.

“What do you want to know, Sir?” I asked quietly.

“Are you in a relationship?” His head tilting to the right exposing jawline, I didn’t dare to look at him. Kept my eyes on the ground. It can’t be possible to be that intimidated from someone; well you haven’t met Sir Hwang yet.

“N-No, Sir.”

“Good and how about your experience of working?”

“I only worked at a coffee shop as an employee. I am used to working for more than 8 hours a day.”

“Would the job of personal assistant be something for you?” His eyes scanning my whole body, from the hair to the stilettos I’m wearing. He clearly had a problem with my hair and leaned over.

His hands opening the clip and releasing my black hair. His face lighting up into a small but genuine smile.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself.” He purred out.

“N-no pro-probl-em, Sir. And yes, the position o-of pers-personal assistant would be go-good…”

“Great, Great. I will see you on Monday, Miss Y/N.”

“Y/N is okay, I mean just Y/N. No Miss, Sir.”

“Well, then Y/N l will see you on Monday. 9AM, don’t be late.” His voice sharp and direct, but smooth like honey.

My hands shaking, seeing his hand move a strain of hair that was in my face. Effortlessly giving my skin a slight burn, where he accidentally touched my cheeks.

“I-I won’t be late, I-I promise.” I stuttered again, helpless and intimidated by his closure of my face. Goosebumps and uneasy breathing are the results of his intense gaze.

He took my hand and helped me stand up on my feet, which was a bad idea. Not only was he mentally messing me up, but he also gave my knees the feeling of jelly. My knees gave up on me and I quickly fell to the ground.

He took no second thought and helped me up on my feet again. How humiliating this is, I am not even working here but I fell in front of my future boss. I hid my face and quickly said goodbye while running away from Mr. Hwang.

My hair completely messy, my skirt wrinkled, and stilettos making a sound with every step. His signature smile appeared and with a little headshake, he sat on his seat again. He thought to himself.

“What a sub...”

“Sir, please. m-more.” A moan escaped my slightly parted lips. My eyes blindfolded and my core throbbing for friction. He continued to whip my sore ass, his actions getting harder. He whispered in my ear, his voice so deep and so close to me.

“You want more, huh? Beg for it. My little slut.” My heartbeat doubled and my hips automatically went up for another hit. His big and veiny hands held me steady as he pressed me down. He started something in me, a side of me I never thought existed. A wild side, an erotic adventure.

“Good Morning, Sir.” I said while knocking and coming into his office. The scent of Vanilla and Rum filled the air, his cologne was absolutely messing me up.  My knees getting weak after seeing a little smile appear on his beautifully full lips. My imagination went through me and I didn’t realize him snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. His face way too near to mine.

“Vanilla…Rum…” I whispered.

“What?” He asked clearly amused with me being dumbfounded.

“Your cologne, I like it.” My voice breaking after that sentence, he played a game with me. And I was willing to play.

“So, you like it, Y/N?” He came even closer, inches away from my face, starring down on me like a prey ready to eat his dinner.

“Y-Yes, smells good. I like it. Me liking you.” Oh no… Here it was my Yoda state. For years this didn’t happen, ever since I had this crush in 7 grade. Oh lord Jesus christ make it go away. I prayed and prayed but he just continued to smirk at me, moisturizing his lips with his tongue. I could not look away, even if I tried my hardest...

“Tell me what is it about you? You completely fascinate me. The perfect sub, you always look down and never even dare to look into my eyes, you make yourself even smaller than you are when you’re around me. You can’t stop pressing your thighs together, signaling that you are needy. You didn’t even say one word when I opened your hair yesterday. So obedient, so willing... I don’t think I can control myself any longer.” he whispered so lightly and softly.

Caressing my cheek slowly while looking into my eyes deeply. His slender fingers softly caressing my cheek, looking into my eyes. Coming dangerously close to my face to the point where he closed his eyes. His face inches apart from mine, electric waves making their way all over my body. And what seemed like 5 seconds was in slow motion, after a whole eternity I felt his soft and plump lips on mine.

The kiss was hot and needy, it was very touchy. His hands roaming my body, his hands were everywhere on my chest, on my arms, on my neck, on my hips, everywhere. A hot feeling surrounding me with lust. I tugged at his hair and pulled him closer. He groaned loudly into my mouth, a low and raspy broken groan. He stopped the kiss and looked into my eyes.

“You will regret ever meeting the devil, angel.”

He smirked, taking my hand and getting me out of that office of his.

[lovecanbesostrange]

There was no reason for Station 19 to go that hard on all fronts, but wow they did. I honestly watched S1+2 mostly out of habit, but S3 was like cleaning house, setting everybody up as a character with their personal flashback gave them far more layers and now I truly care. Thanks. Well, and then Grey’s happened and I cried for like half the episode...........

Maya and Jack have definitely profitted the most from the shift in tone and the character development overhaul. And I liked both their storylines. Maya dealing with all that crap from her father and coming to terms with why she maybe isn’t 100% ready for this very steady relationship and sharing all her emotions was great. Can she tell Carina everything she told Andy? In almost exactly this way, please? Because being afraid of slipping and finding these moments and naming what she has trouble with adjusting to - that is all good. And Carina is one of the most compassionate and patient people (from the limited scenes we have had with her over the years). Dear Maya, if you communicate, she will be there for you.

And wow, Carina than talking about her home and her own fears. Magnificent. Early days of covid? All the horrible, horrible news from Italy come to mind. So thanks writers for building that international bridge. (I wonder how any Italian tv shows that will incorporate the pandemic will deal with this. Every country has their very unique story in this.)

Of course we will see nice side characters getting covid and probably die. Gonna keep my fingers crossed for Marsha nonetheless. Jack having this make-shift family did wonders for his character and I don’t want him to take a blow. It’s a found family on the side, not bound by trade and I like it. I love that thanks to Marcus the masks with plastic windows were mentioned (even tying back to Dr. Riley’s visit to Grey-Sloan. Good job.

Well, Miller and Sullivan. That all happened. And I am exactly 0% qualified to discuss the issues raised. I do empathise with Sullivan a bit more (not that I dismiss Miller’s points, because like Sullivan and Warren say, he is right). Because I absolutely hate this thing were being part of a (minority) group makes you the spokesperson and you get judged far more harshly. And then also taking in-group crap about it. Yes, it is how the world is. But it’s unfair. (And tbh luckily Sullivan hurt mostly himself and he did stand up and face any consequence coming his way. And yes, he was the kind of person to always tell everybody else to better not make mistakes *blablabla* and look, he fell down that high horse... I do think that is something Miller pointed out very rightfully.)

Glad Travis talked to his dad. And I do like the way he did. Just letting him know he knows and leaving that door open. His breakdown about how the church/religion is letting gay people down, while so many sins are just forgiven... damn. Hard to watch. And if just one viewer watching suddenly went like “huh, fucked up”, it was worth it.

Vic is the unsung hero of this episode. I loved how she kept defending that drugged up dude. Yes, he is stupid and it’s horrifying that he stays with his obviously abusive wife, but also keeps drugs around and just... lives like this. But she kept talking about how he didn’t mean to hurt anybody else and that he needed help far more than punishment. Travis and Vic are both good people, but in that situation I think most of us would react more like Travis. Being annoyed, mouthing back and wanting those two shut the fuck up. It’s a normal reaction. What Vic said is the harder choice. And it felt like there was an untold story there.

Okay, wow, much to say about Station 19 for once. But oh boy, Grey’s...........

I remember the “early” episodes we met Bailey’s father. And then we barely talked about her parents. They were somewhere in the background. Until in “(Don’t) Fear the Reaper” we met her mom, got that whole thing with her dead sister and got this picture of her early home life. It was really good. And last week her parents get mentioned again, because hey, elderly people. AND NOW THEY TELL US HER MOM HAD ALZHEIMER’S AND THEN SHE DIED............................................................... it was so fucking heartbreaking start to finish.

And I love all the quiet scenes we got out of this that are just so human. Sad and human. Bailey talking to Meredith, saying she misses her and relating to the whole seeing your mom withering away (so dying twice in a way). I like the use of the beach, because Meredith is semi-conscious, she hears it all, but she just can’t wake up long enough. And then Maggie and Bailey on that bench.

Two people sitting on a bench, talking. Nothing special happens. They don’t need to distract by having them in a busy hallway or somethng. It’s a whole ass conversation with no shorthand. Showing all the emotions. Having Maggie go back to that time her mother died and how she views it all in a different light now. Talking about dying with dignity. Chandra Wilson was so good in this scene. (Her best performance to me will probably always be when Charles died in front of those elevators, I can cry just thinking about that.) And she was allowed such a variety of feelings. And the pain of it all brings up joyful memories. Thanks so much for that hilarity that her scholarship came from the fucking Daughters of the Revolution. HA!

I don’t get people who still watch Grey’s and the relationship drama is the thing they care most about. This is what I’m here for first - the personal lives and relating to all these emotions (and also the mistakes and the way to do better next time).

Well, at least Tom got better quick, I guess. Nice way to give Amelia a reason to get to work for a day and thus have her confronting Teddy. Look, I am done with storylines involving cheating and all. Teddy as a character is often hard to like. But the way she is isolated and like the most contact she has is with DeLuca when he updates her on Meredith’s vitals... it’s harsh. And I liked that Amelia can talk to her without making her feel more terrible. And then I did like Teddy talking to Tom, who was his charming self in the end. Bonuspoints for mentioning that the kids are with Owen’s mom. And hey, I give this to Owen, I believe this must be hard for him, because being a dad is the biggest deal for him. Actually something to make him more likeable - if handled correctly - and this situation sucks for him as well.

Which brings me to Link. Who was left at the Grey home. With Zola, Bailey, Ellis and Scout. Wow. Who would have thought? Amelia’s pregnancy was a good thing, I guess, to give them the excuse of baby time and also Link sorta moving in to deal with all the kids. (Shipping all of them off to their own living Grandma isn’t an option. lol ) Link is a good dude. So please, okay, it was news to him, no need to hate on Tom, push through the irritation, Link! Ahahahahaha.

Jackson being so nervous about his mom being a bit too proud to always keep her mask on - wonderful. Sure, she’s a doctor, she’s also stubborn and he was so scared of losing her not that long ago. Family drama everywhere! I always like seeing Jackson and Webber together. And then they had another big talk, hammering home the fact that people are affected differently. That it’s worse for poor people and not by accident, but systemic problems, most of them are PoCs. So many black and brown patients dying left and right, and it’s clear where the problem starts... I do believe for some viewers this is actually news, because the “news media” they consume won’t talk about that.

So, well, and then there is the Jo of it all. OMG where do I even start? Now, first off, Levi and Jo living together is still hilarious and thanks so much for getting two scenes at the loft. Especially that first one with Levi pretty much pushing her out of bed. Now, I do want Levi to talk to his mom, I desperately need to know how things are. I’m sure the pandemic has shed some new light on what’s important. Second I’m also glad Levi is with Jo, so she is not alone, which makes it harder for her to fall into really bad habits and down that depression hole.

I kinda freaked out seeing Val again and was sure she’s gonna die (might still happen aaaaah). They have a tendency to kill the nice ladies. Still haven’t forgiven Grey’s for killing CeCe. So it was cool that the surgery was a success and wow, did I love when Jo sent Levi out to just listen to Val and connect. And then the baby delivery happened and....... what is going on? Jo even just casually thinking about switching specialties? TO OB?????????? WHAT?????? Dear writers, you dropped the ball on her entire medical journey so often, giving her a bonkers fellowship, having her residency take way too long and shoving her into general, because oops no mentor or anything. And now you give me this? Please, so this is how I would accept this as a set-up for an actual carthartic moment:

Let Jo stalk Carina, play out this thought “what if this thing that made me happy for a day is the thing I am supposed to do longer”. And then let her have joyous moments, but also something complicated, and finally a very distressed woman in labor. And Jo feels for the woman, is compassionate and all and when the baby is there, the woman struggles to connect. And this joyous second is withheld from Jo. And boom, full circle, this woman feels like shit for not loving that baby instantly, for the feeling of resentment and being out of her mind. And finally Jo can forvige Vicki. And that’s the end of that particular journey.

I mean we all pretend that we have forgotten that time Jo stole a baby, right? Because that was the S16 hiatus and there was a storyline set in motion that blew up with Justin leaving like that. And we have had Jo interacting with babies and new moms so often over the course of the show. While also staiting that Jo’s self-worth is tied to being in an OR, which is also her safe space. So this whole thing...

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Addison was the attending OB/GYN once upon a time. (”I’m being stalked by pregnant women!” “You are an obstetrician.”) She was also a fetal surgeon, which was what Arizona eventually became. So it’s not like when Meredith wore pink scrubs for a few weeks and got made fun of. There could be a long interesting road that eventually does include  surgeries. But it’s just so....... dumb. In a way. Especially with Jo having so many issues. And the writers - who give out pregnancies and babies like halloween candy - constantly skipping a potential Jolex-as-parents-storyline.... which kinda bites them in the ass now. ugh F R U S T R A T I O N......... I could write a five page essay just about Jo so far this season, I’m sorry. (Also if I ever have to see Jo in pink scrubs, a part of my brain will explode thinking back to Jason for sure.............)

Oh, and then there was Ben Warren. Just existing. Being a good man. Thanks. :3

[theropoda]

3, 4, 6-8, 11, 13-17, 19-22, 26-30 uwu

WOO LAD THAT’S A LOT THANK U!!! this got long and i wrote an essay or two LOL so im putting it under a readmore!

3: Best game you’ve ever played? WEEEELLLL.......let me preface this with two things: one, i am a FAKE GAMER as in my laptop is not at all made for gaming, it’s piss poor, so a big chunk of games i’m interested in is because i watched a playthrough of them lol. i have a 3ds but only 3 games on it (animal crossing new leaf, tomodachi life, nintedogs & cats). second, i’m very bad at choosing favorites of things.....BUUUUT .....i choooooose, in no particular order, OFF, pigeonetics, elder scrolls oblivion, pathologic classic HD!! i’m more than likely forgetting a few though, so sorry about that

4: Worst game you’ve ever played? as i said above, cannot choose favorites, neither can i choose whatever the opposite of favorites is but...uhh, does lif even count as a game? like lif, the stupid little furry flash game i remember playing on some shady website. it was surprisingly very active with a BUNCH of people there but i kept dying like every 5 seconds....AWFUL

6: A game that’s changed you the most? WELL define Changed.....ummm aha first thing that comes to mind is OFF. it’s one of those things where you never knew you wanted something so fucking bad until you saw it--and it’s like that for me. i NEVER knew i loved that odd, surreal, colorful, “looks playful and simple in some parts but incredibly violent and unnerving in other parts” aesthetic til i played it. like aesthetically i love that game to BITS and something about it just stuck with me til the end of time.

later in life (meaning, past year or so) it changed me because it taught me a lesson about storytelling and creative endeavors. a very useful lesson. which is: things don’t really need to have a meaning. stories, art, music, writing, whatnot, while it CAN be deep and meaningful, while you CAN use it as a way to communicate with the world about all kinds of heartfelt things, it can also be...nothing, really.

once i, as usual, got ridiculously overwhelmingly sad about small things. specifically seeing other people around me come up with all kinds of deep and meaningful characters and stories, sometimes putting them into webcomics or writings of theirs, and they were all so well-thought out and detailed and what i envied most was people put a lot of themselves and their experiences into them, venting and coping through them, whilst also making these larger-than-life grandiose complex stories and worlds and so on and so forth.

it made me look at my own ideas and get mad/frustrated at how shallow they were. but then i remembered OFF and i felt better because Fun Fact, mortis ghost has a now-abandoned dA account and if you go through the comment section on his profile, he answers a lot of fan questions and he mentions several times that the game didn’t really have a “meaning”, it didn’t really have a “deeper story” or moral or anything, really. i’m paraphrasing this but i vividly remember him saying “i wanted to make a game, so i did”.

that made me feel a lot better because it made me realise that sometimes art--especially stories, in my case-- doesn’t NEED to be DEEP or have MEANING...sometimes it can just BE!!!! sometimes it really can just be all about AESTHETICS like who GIVES a shit if there’s a hidden meaning if you take the first letter of all of your characters’ names and put them backwards, sometimes all that matters is if they just VIBE with you y’know....

yume nikki is similar in this regard bc that game doesn’t have any story other than “collect egg” and yet it’s so impactful. that game doesn’t have a story or meaning it just IS........ :) GOD THATS SO LONG IM SORRY ABOUT THAT but yeah. funny violent ghostbusting baseball man is a game that changed me :)

7: A game you’ll never forget? OFF AGAIN LOL,,, it’s just so memorable because of how unique it is. visuals, soundtrack, story, everything is so memorable. unforgettable. oh god you can tell how much i love this damn game can’t you

8: Best soundtrack? yakuza 0, OFF, there is a picture (another game by mortis ghost, again composed by alias conrad coldwood who also composed OFF), pigeonetics (the entire soundtrack of which is here), jojo’s bizarre adventure all star battle and eyes of heaven, silent hill 2 & 3, undertale....probably forgetting more but all of these...earcandy

11: Hardest game you’ve played? i am a shitty gamer so this is Most games i’ve played lol!! but uhh..well you see. hardest game i remember playing as of recent is pathologic classic hd in which it’s...not only hard to understand what any character is saying at any given time lol but also, i don’t think it’s HARD it’s just...you need to focus. you REALLY need to fucking focus and pay attention in this game. so i wouldn’t say its HARD, but i’m only putting this here bc it’s in recent memory.

i say recent memory because the true answer is susceptible to “yeah, but now you’re older, it must not be so hard.” as in if i played it now i think i’d have a way easier time. but when i was around....10-12 years old i had several ps3 video game adaptations of animated movies and i had SUCH a fucking hard time with them. g-force, bolt and up in particular were fucking HARD. like genuinely, the hardest time i had EVER had in my live playing video games is tied to these three fucking games. g-force and bolt ESPECIALLY. one particular level in bolt took both me AND my sister around a year to fucking finish.

again, i was baby, so i bet i’d have a much easier time with them now that i’m 17. but for now, in my experience, bolt and g-force for the ps3 were harder than pathologic classic. i think icepick lodge should take a few notes for them for pathologic 2.

13: A game you were the most excited for when it wasn’t released yet? STREETS OF KAMUROCHO...i spent the entire day of its release anticipating its launch lol

14: A game you think would be cool if it had voice acting? hmm..most games i like and know about do have voice acting so i dunno....i guess it would’ve been kind of cool if morrowind had like, full proper voice acting. but i can understand why it only voice acted things like greetings and battle insults because GOD that game is SO...complicated...and as a result, the conversations are so lengthy and text-full. playing morrowind is really like a goddamn book! if it was voice acted i’m sure all that information would have to be shortened bc i know no one is going to fucking voice act two whole paragraphs

15: Which two games do you think would make an awesome crossover? pigeonetics and yakuza in which instead of being about the criminal underworld it’s about shady and unethical pigeon clubs, breeding, racing, etc etc...a lot of illegal shit does happen in the world of pigeons especially when it comes to racing; prized racers have been kidnapped and held for ransom before. and then there’s Avian Cucking: The Sport, where people breed the sexiest pigeons (horseman thief pouters), release them outside to seduce other people’s sexy pigeons, and bring them back and keep ‘em, drama ensues. will kiryu ever escape his past as a professional pigeon-napper, and find solace in his new life as a pigeon hobbyist? find out now by playing YACOOZA......

JOKES ASIDES i don’t know i really don’t....umm, pigeonetics and animal crossing somehow?? :O... like, instead of managing your own town it’s managing your own loft!...orrrr, the jojo games (all star battle & eyes of heaven) with yakuza, because i think they’re somewhat similar because they’re both haha Wacky Silly AND serious over the top fighty-fighting.....or maybe a crossover with OFF and discover my body, which, despite being an incredibly short and obscure indie game i still love to bits for what it’s worth. WAIT ANIMAL CROSSING AND MINECRAFT THAT WOULD FUCK SO HARD OH MY GOD

16: Character you’ve hated most? From what game? i can’t think of any character i like, HATE...with a burning passion.. there are a few i dislike or have a complicated relationship with though.. i’m not interested in the series anymore but ouma from drv3...i’ll admit that he is a bit fun sometimes, especially in the very early beginning he’s a likeable brat but as the game progresses he becomes more irritating than anything and i have an issue with him in regards to writing, despite the fact that i have never been awake in any english class ever lol. it’s too long to put in this already long post but i’ll keep it at that. if you like him, well, good for you for finding joy in something i couldn’t! but he just doesn’t do it for me.

AH I JUST REMEMBERED....MINE......FROM YAKUZA 3....maybe i’d change my mind if i watched a playthrough of y3 again, because i think you always absorb something better on your second watch (tho i honestly Dont have the energy to do that all over again, the yakuza games are too fucking long), but i really hate his writing. spoilers for y3 but, i think mine’s writing, alongside other things in the game, were super messy...and a big part of why i hate him is that not only is he one of those “could’ve had great potential but fell flat” sorta guys but also his love for daigo is seen as some fans as good gay rep and i?????/.............um....WELL let’s just say that, i think people nowadays will see any gay character ever in any circumstance and say it’s good gay rep just based off the fact that A Gay Character exists....he was Not, good gay rep imo....he was not, let alone, Good. .........

17: What game do you never tell people you play? can’t think of any games i wouldn’t tell people i play.. idk exactly what this question’s asking. does it mean what game you don’t tell ppl you play bc you’re embarrassed about it...? i’m not very embarrassed by any of them. the only thing that comes close, i guess, is uhh lioden and wolvden. i’ve only interacted with those communities a LITTLE TINY WEE BIT, yet of what i’ve seen it’s a goddamn dumpster fire and i’d never want to be associated with them lol

19: Which game do you think deserves a revival? i’m well aware it’ll never happen and that it’s more a wet dream than anything but...PT/silent hills..... on a more realistic/”could happen” note, PIGEONETICS!!!! SERIOUSLY, it’s an amazing game about amazing animals and it teaches genetics in a very simplified and efficient way!! genetics is SO hard for me to understand, i fucking hated studying it but this game really helped me understand how it works AND its super engaging and interesting!! HOWEVER, of all the pigeon genes we know of, only a handful were seen in pigeonetics and i’d LOVE a sequel that employs new game mechanics AND new genes!! i wanna learn about bronze and stencil genes! i wanna learn about phenotypes like grizzled and pied!!! genes like sooty and dirty!!! @ UNIVERSITY OF UTAH GENETICS DEPARTMENT PLEASE IM BEGIGNG YOU

20: What was the first video game you ever played? earliest memories of Gaming involves me at my aunt’s house playing two games: super mario brothers and some kind of trapeze game. i don’t remember anything else though

21: How old were you when you first played a video game? i can’t remember but i must’ve been REAL tiny.... 6-9 years, maybe??

22: If you could immerse yourself in any game for one day, which game would it be? What would you do? immerse myself meaning go into their world...? huh....on one hand i’d like to go in the world of yakuza 0 to play in the arcades and do whore related activities but i’d also love to go into the world of animal crossing (and i’m pretty sure i’d be some sort of generic dromaeosaurid in that game!!) and shop, chat with villagers, do chores for them, go fishing, bug hunting, eat delicious fucking food like the apples mangos peaches cherries etc etc.....OH AND FOSSIL HUNTING THAT’S THE BEST PART!! though it would definetly be a little weird, to be a little dinosaur and finding a fossil of a...little dinosaur....i guess the non-sentient species went extinct and the dinosaur i am is some kind of, descendant of a sapient non-avian dinosaur that survived the k-pg extinction event...oh but who cares all i want is a cool little ambulocetus fossil or something. and some cherry pie :)

26: Handheld or console? my old ps3 just went kaput one day years ago so i haven’t used it in years so i can’t compare well... but i’d say handheld, because it lets me like DO stuff more...would love to get a console one day, a ps4 maybe but i’m kinda worried it’ll make me stay in one room all day wasting away my time when there’s other stuff i can do, y’know? but something handheld like my 3ds, on the other hand...i can do stuff with it. i can take it to my room and play it between breaks i take as i clean the room and fold my clothes, i can watch something on the tv and play the game during ad breaks, i can take it outside too if it has charge to last me a while! so....handheld i guess

27: Has there ever been a moment that has made you cry? yakuza 0 and undertale in particular have ALMOST made me fucking bawl with many of its moments....yakuza 0 especially, after that Fucking Ending i had trouble sleeping because oh my fucking god. video game people SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

28: Which character’s clothes do you wish you owned the most?

29:  Which is more important, gameplay or story? HMMM....well, if i were to play a game with a shitty story but really good and fun gameplay i’d probably continue playing it for the gameplay. but if i played a game with shitty gameplay but an interesting story, there is a chance i’d play it more for the sake of the story but also i might just quite and see the rest of the story on youtube or something. i’m more likely to go through a boring story for fun gameplay than go through boring gameplay for an interesting story, so i guess gameplay is more important to me....that is, WHEN i actually own and play a game as opposed to when i just watch someone play a game because i don’t own the game but wanna know abt the story lol

30: A game that hasn’t been localized in your country that you think should be localized? i have no idea how video game localization really works....but i assume localizing a game in india would mean something like, removing content according to cultural norm and also somehow translating it into the 22 official languages..? or just two or three language if it’s tied to a particular state, which seems way more doable. i honestly have no idea? i’ve never interacted w the indian gaming community that much to be honest, all i know of it is of the video games i’ve seen sold in some game stores and a few whispers about like solid snake or whoever from my school’s cafeteria....the most popular games here, to my knowledge, are those very streamable games like fortnite and PUBG and your call of duties and whatnot. those generic shooters. and even then, that honestly isn’t the “indian” gaming community bc this country is so FUCKHUGE, it’s just tamil nadu. one state.

soooo, according to what little i know of gaming interests in where i live, i don’t think any of the games i like should be localized here bc i don’t really think there’s an audience for it as far as i can tell :( maybe animal crossing? it’s a fun little games for all ages and i think it has a chance of becoming popular here, so maybe that is worth a shot! but i can’t think of any other game that i like that really has an audience here (other than Me lol)

[nightskyhoseok]

Channel Eden: Live! (6) (M)

Summary: Welcome to Channel Eden, a live broadcast where your sessions are recorded live and shared across the space station Illume, where all human life is located. During this time, you will be paired with other Kiwanos and Roses for private time, allowing you to rise up in the ranks and gain more attention. Remember, consent is our #1 priority!

Pairing: Taehyung x Black Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, live cam sex, broadcasted sex, pet play, anal, vibrator usage, leash and collar usage, rough sex

Word Count: 1.7K

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Floor 20, Room 25…

Floor 20? The higher levels were reserved for Private Rooms and Purchased Sessions. Why were you on Floor 20? 

Wanting to find out, you quickly made your way out of the shop, bag in hand, heading down the hall to the elevator. Luckily, it was empty, and you were able to step in and press the Floor 20 button, the doors closing to take you up to the designated level. You squirmed nervously, your stomach fluttering in curiosity. 

When the doors opened, you practically ran out of the elevator and down the halls, searching for your room. Just stepping through the halls made your breathing rapid and shallow. You could feel your pulse pounding in your temples. You felt your insides grow warm in an unpleasant way and your stomach, though empty, writhed as if struggling with a rich meal.

Finally, you found your room, and you lifted your wristband to the scanner on the door, but it took a moment to register, your heart skipping a beat as you waited for your wristband to vibrate. After a few seconds, it finally vibrated, and the door opened, revealing a much more luxurious room than the rest you had been in. 

A dull purple lighting filled the room. At the back was a full bathroom, separated by a glass wall. On the wall across from the bed was a large flat-screen TV, displaying the current room, your figure coming into the frame as you walked further into the room. You nearly jumped when you saw yourself on the screen, though, to be honest, you should’ve been used to it by now. 

You set your bag down on the table beneath the TV, opening it to pull out a boxed pink vibrator. With a sigh, you opened the box and pulled out the already charged vibrator, setting it down on the bed beside you.

You clenched your fists tightly, until your nails dug into the palm of your hand, but you barely noticed. The only thing you were really aware of, was the sound of your heart throbbing against the cage of your chest. So naturally, when your Kiwano came in the room, you hadn’t noticed until he was standing in front of you.

You jumped slightly at his sudden appearance and looked up at him, your mouth opening at his features. Holy shit, this man was fucking gorgeous. Were you really about to sleep with him, or was this just a dream?

From behind his back he pulled out a collar with the word “KITTEN” sewn into it, along with a leather leash attached to it. Silently, he leaned down and brushed your hair out of the way, locking the collar around your neck, and tightening it until it fit comfortably around your neck. You gulped, eyes unable to leave his as he ran his fingers over your collarbones and dug them underneath your chin, raising your head slightly.

“The name’s Taehyung…” The man said, smirking slightly as he looked over your embarrassed expression. “But tonight it’s Master.”

Taehyung suddenly pulled the leash forward, causing you to fall off the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You yelped, propping yourself up on your hands when Taehyung grabbed your shoulders, turning you around to face the bed, bending your torso over the edge. He reached around to unbutton your shirt, sliding the fabric off, then hooked his fingers around your bra, unclasping it then sliding it off as well. 

Taehyung’s fingers travelled down to your skirt, and he tugged slightly, but when he realized he had to unbutton it, he groaned and lifted you up, dropping you on the bed without a word. You gasped from his sudden movement, turning around to look at him, but he gripped your hair and pushed your head back down into the mattress. 

“No looking, kitten,” Taehyung ordered, and you nodded, keeping your eyes on the sheets. Taehyung slid his hands underneath you, unbuttoning your skirt before pulling it off, along with your panties. He took off your heels and dropped them in the pile of clothes beside him. “I want to make you tremble and squirm and cry out my name as I make you cum.”

You whimpered from his words, grinding your hips into the mattress from a need for stimulation. Taehyung laughed and bent your leg, giving him better access to your dripping pussy. He slid two fingers over your slit, making you shiver at his touch.

“You were expensive, you know,” Taehyung said, suddenly sliding his fingers into you. You gasped and moaned lightly, face pressed into the sheets as Taehyung slowly scissored your walls, preparing you for his cock. “I’ve been saving up for someone like you.”

You bucked your hips up slightly, allowing Taehyung’s fingers to fall deeper into you. You let out a deep moan, eyes pinching shut as your mind numbed and reduced to a husk. Suddenly, Taehyung pulled his fingers out of you, and instead in his place was the pink vibrator you had bought, the toy slowly sinking into your heat. 

The vibrator switched on, and you gasped as you went from 0 to 100, your thighs shaking slightly from the sudden stimulation. Taehyung moaned, pumping the vibrator in and out of your tight walls, his thumb pressing against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. 

“Have you ever tried anal, kitten?” Taehyung asked, humming as he continued rubbing into your sensitive bud. You shook your head, and he tapped the inside of your thigh, his voice deep and commanding. “Look at me.” You turned your head to look back at him. “Do you wanna try it?”

You nodded, but apparently that wasn’t enough for Taehyung as he thrusted the vibrator deep into you, simultaneously switching it up another level. Your mouth fell open, a silent moan escaping when Taehyung spoke up again.

“Use your words, kitten.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, but you somehow forced the words out of your mouth, resulting in a low groan from Taehyung.

“Yes, Master,” You said.

Taehyung smiled and stood up, leaving the vibrator in you as he stepped over to the table against the wall, reaching into his bag to pull out a bottle of lube. Taehyung set the bottle down beside you on the bed and took a moment to undress himself, throwing his clothes off to the side before applying the lube to your tight hole. He laid beside you, lifting you onto his lap. The vibrator fell deeper into you as you sat on his thigh, a muffled moan leaving your lips.

“Ride me, kitten,” Taehyung commanded. You nodded, lifting your hips up as your hand wrapped around his cock. You guided him to your hole, letting the head of his cock enter you at first. You let out a broken moan, taking in the new feeling of being stretched out so deliciously. Taehyung gripped your hips, guiding you down onto his cock.

You cringed forward, burying your face into Taehyung’s shoulder as he sat up. You muffled a heavy cry and Taehyung turned his face to your ear, kissing the skin and stroking your hair.

“Go slow, kitten. We have time.”

You whimpered and nodded, beginning to lower yourself on his cock at your own pace, taking him inch by long inch. You cling to his shoulders, your grip getting tight and then loosening and tight again. Taehyung waited patiently, letting you get adjusted, his hands on your waist, making sure your charge was steady and balanced.

At that final inch you both let out long sighs. You threw your head back and Taehyung rocked his hips slowly, biting his lower lip. 

“Fuck, kitten, you feel so good.”

You laughed a little and wrapped your arms around Taehyung’s neck. You have your hips a little thrust and Taehyung took the hint, holding your waist tighter as he began to move. 

Taehyung rolled his hips slow at first, sliding in and out of your body, but the faster you moved, the quicker he moved, keeping up with your ecstatic movements. Taehyung slapped your ass and thrust harder into you.

“F-Fuck!” You gasped, overwhelmed by the feeling of him filling you and the vibrations of the toy inside your pussy. Sweat beaded at your temples, making your hair stick to your forehead. 

You closed your eyes, wild profanities and incoherent screams falling from your opened mouth. Your voice echoed throughout the room; quite possibly through the closed door and into the hallway.

“Fuck, that’s it, kitten. Just like that. Ride Master just like that,” Taehyung moaned, bringing his hand down onto your cheek again. Your pussy clenched around the vibrator, and you felt Taehyung twitch inside you. 

Taehyung gripped your cheeks, holding you in place so he was able to ram up into you, loud, high-pitched moans leaving your mouth with every one of his thrusts. You clawed at his back, dragging your nails down his skin until he hissed in your ear from the pain.

Taehyung’s thrusts grew faster, and soon, he was ramming into you at a relentless pace, stretching you wide open. You cursed loudly and buried your face in the crook of his neck, simply taking his punishing thrusts like the good girl you were.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Taehyung growled, nipping at your earlobe as he thrusted particularly deep into you. You cried out his name, clenching around the vibrator again, feeling the coil deep in your stomach beginning to unravel.

Without warning, other than more screams, you came around his cock. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pushed your head into the crook of his neck. Taehyung grabbed you, holding you close and helping you ride out your orgasm. 

Taehyung quickly followed behind you, cumming inside you, your body clenching tight around his cock. The two of you collapsed on the bed, your bodies limp and tired and sweaty.

You took a few deep breaths as Taehyung ran a lazy hand over your leg, eliciting shy whimpers from the motion. He reached between your legs to switch off the vibrator and pulled it out of you, dropping it on the sheets. He cupped the side of your face with his hand, and you leaned into his touch slightly, your eyes fluttering closed.

“I hope I can buy another session with you, kitten,” Taehyung smirked, and you smiled back.

“I hope so too.”

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“One of Us,” Queen/Bohemian Rhapsody Fan Fiction/ Poly!Queen Week: Day Four

Summary: Roger joins Queen and realizes that means more than just joining a band. 

Prompt: One of the boys is struggling with mental illness, and the other three are there to support them.

Rating T: for totally tame

Pairing: John Deacon/Freddie Mercury/Brian May & Eventually John Deacon/Freddie Mercury/Brian May/Roger Taylor

Words: 2505

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Roger groaned into the pillow, cracking one eye open to find only the chill darkness of his bedroom.  He reached over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand, swiping a finger across the screen.  It was barely 3am. 

“Bloody hell,” he muttered to himself.  He’d hoped he would make it until daybreak.  This time he’d slept only a few hours.  The night before had only been marginally better. 

He flopped back into bed, swiping through to access the calendar on his phone. There, in stark white against a black background was the appointment for his audition for a new band.  “5:30,” he spoke in the quiet.  “I’ll feel bloody awful with no sleep,” he said to no one. 

And you’ll play awful, too, a little voice within him whispered.  But that was just the beginning of his doubts, as a tidal wave of anxieties began to assault him from all directions…insecurities about his drumming, his intellect, even his looks.  He pressed his palms against his ears to will them quiet before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. 

Getting up would help.  It always did.  He could never rest in bed unless he was sleeping.  He had to be moving.  Always had to be moving. 

Roger padded to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to get a glass of water.  On the counter lay his bag from the pharmacy.  He frowned at it, then headed into the living room where he sagged against the couch where he drifted into a fitful sleep.

When he woke up, it was half past nine, and he was late for art appreciation.  He hurriedly scooped up his things and ran off to class. 

The school day passed in a whirlwind…a dizzying array of lecture after lecture that left Roger drained and no less informed.  He had trouble concentrating, and the lack of sleep only made things worse. 

Before he realized it, it was nearing 5:30 and he was both wired from anxiety and dead on his feet.  He popped into an on campus coffee shop for a quick shot of caffeine, hoping it would equalize him somewhat. 

That bitter liquid made him jittery, but gave him the energy he needed to hold his eyes open.  He tossed the cup and made his way over to the rehearsal hall where the auditions would be held. 

He stood in front of the large double doors, his sticks in his back pocket.  A cold sweat sprang out over his entire body, and he could feel a blush creep up his chest.  It became harder to breathe, and he began to pray to God or whoever was listening “not now, please not now” as he felt the tell-tale signs of a panic attack.  He closed his eyes and reminded himself that he would be playing soon, and playing music was the only thing that ever truly helped. 

The double doors opened, cool air dusting his overheated skin.  A tall, curly-haired man greeted him, a kind smile on his face.  “Hi mate.  You must be here to audition.” 

Roger still couldn’t speak, so he just held up his sticks, a wry grin on his face.  He’d gotten very good at faking it over the years. 

“Come on in then…meet the boys.”  The man gestured him inside the small auditorium space, and Roger’s eyes immediately settled on the very nice drumset setup…the drumset he would soon be playing. His throat began to relax. 

“I’m Brian, by the way.  And this is John and Freddie.” 

Roger turned around, surveying the remaining men.  They were all…beautiful.  He wished he had another word for them, but it was true.  It was as if they had all been grown on some freakishly experimental farm where only amazingly good looking people are produced.  He felt sorely out of place. 

“Roger,” he half croaked.  “My name’s Roger.” 

“Lovely,” one of them spoke.  He had the blackest hair Roger had ever seen, and it shined like a mirror.  “How long have you been drumming, darling?” 

Roger stood a little straighter.  “Since I was a kid.”

The other man, Roger believed his name was John, the one with the long brown hair and cute bum (yes, he’d looked), smiled at him sweetly.  “Let’s see what you’ve got Roger.”

Without another word, Roger crossed to the drumset, settling behind it.  Instantly, all of his anxieties melted away.  A peace fell over him, and for a moment he felt like the only person in the room.  He set about tuning the drums. 

Brian frowned at him.  “What are you doing?” 

Roger looked at him curiously.  “Tuning them?  They’re really out mate.  Have people been playing them like this all day?” 

Brian looked at the others with an interesting expression, and then simply watched Roger as he made quick work of tuning the drums.  Then he began his audition. 

Roger quickly became lost in the music, lost in the way his body became an instrument to produce sound, how he could feel the vibrations of the drums through his hands, reverberating in his ears...with his lightning fast rhythms he created a wall of sound rising through the small auditorium that left the three men watching a little breathless. 

Roger finished his solo, holding up his sticks and finally realizing he was back in the auditorium space.  He’d been so lost in the music he’d forgotten himself for a moment.  He looked up to see Brian, John, and Freddie staring at him, a bit of wonder on their faces. 

Instantly, Roger became anxious. Was that good enough?  Did he make a mistake?  How did it even sound?  The old insecurities came rushing back, self-doubt and anxiety a trusted friend that would never leave him. 

Brian cleared his throat, interrupting his racing thoughts. 

“Thank you Roger.  Can we uh…have a few moments alone?”

Roger paled.  “Yeah, sure,” he said quickly.  That’s it you really fucked it up you really blew it “I’ll just be outside,” he said to the three of them. 

He slid down the wall to sit on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest.  He needed a cigarette, but he was certain he couldn’t smoke inside the building.  He began thinking about what he would do when he went home.  Go to bed, his inner voice supplied.  Go to bed and forget this day ever happened.  Roger agreed. 

Roger sat for a few more moments before the door to the auditorium hall opened and John poked his head out.  He smiled sweetly, and Roger noticed for the first time he had a cute little tooth gap.  No use noticing now, he thought.  I’ll never see any of these chaps again. 

He walked in with his sticks in his hand, facing the three of them.  He shuffled his feet a bit, suddenly interested in the toes of his sparkly Converse. 

“Welcome to Queen,” Freddie said dramatically. 

Roger’s head shot up, and he blinked a few times, not understanding. 

Brian laughed.  “You’re in.  We love you.  Now let’s go to the pub and celebrate.” 

---

Roger didn’t really do public places well, but he went along with his new friends because it was really important to him that he didn’t disappoint them.  So he sat in a booth at the Lucky Horseshoe nursing a beer and hedging questions about himself. 

“What are you studying,” John asked.  His hair was more of a golden brown than a dark brown, and Roger wanted to run his fingers through it.  “Um, Biology,” he said a little tight-lipped. 

“Do you like it?” 

Roger shrugged.  He really hated himself, how boring he was.  Maybe if he drank some more beer he could be engaging like Freddie, Freddie with the beautiful kohl-lined eyes who was laughing, high and sweet.  Or maybe he could be charming like Brian, with the lustrous curls and pretty hands who was talking about the stars.  God, he was boring as hell.

“It’s ok,” he elaborated, but not by much.  Come on Rog…try.  “I um, wanted to be a dentist, but that didn’t work out.”

John smiled at him, and something warm spooled in his gut.  “And why is that love?” 

Roger found himself smiling back.  “Too many maths.”

Brian overheard him, and placed a hand on his arm.  Where he touched him was warm and a bit rough…Roger could feel the callouses where Brian played the guitar, and it sent a thrill through him.  He shifted a bit in his seat. 

“Love, if you need help with maths, all you have to do is ask,” Brian said sweetly.  He smelled of beer and of something uniquely him, like cinnamon and earth. 

Freddie smiled, his toothy grin stretching over his soft plum lips.  “Brian here is our resident genius.”  Freddie teased a finger over Brian’s thin arm, rubbing it softly, and Roger’s mouth fell open.  “Our little astrophysicist.” 

Roger swallowed.  Could they be together?  The thought sent him spiraling.  They certainly would make a beautiful couple.  A pang of jealousy shot through him.  Why couldn’t he ever get someone to love him like that? 

Because you’re ugly. 

His eyes welled with tears, but he hid them behind his mug of beer. 

Brian grabbed Freddie’s hand, playfully toying with his fingers.  “Not yet, darling.  But one day.  Besides, what would I do without my artist and my engineer?” 

John grinned widely, falling into Freddie as he rested his head on his shoulder.  He nuzzled him softly and then planted a soft kiss on his cheek.  Roger gasped quietly, eyes wide.  He had it wrong.  They all were together. 

And you’re the odd man out. 

Roger clenched his fist to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay, but more often than not, they won. 

Freddie nuzzled John back, his eyes locking on Roger.  “So you got tired of dentistry dear…I don’t blame you.  So what do you plan to do with your degree?”

Roger’s hand tightened on his mug.  “I uh, haven’t decided.” 

Brian touched him again, this time on the shoulder, and a shiver went through him.  “There’s nothing wrong with that love.  You’ve got plenty of time.”

John tipped his mug until it was empty.  “Well you’re one hell of a drummer,” John said a little drunkenly.  “You could always do that.” 

Roger blushed, looking down like he always did whenever anyone complimented him. 

Freddie playfully slapped John on the arm.  “You’ve gone and embarrassed him now Deaky.  And he’s so pretty when he blushes.” 

You look like a tomato when you blush.

“You don’t have to say that,” Roger said hurriedly. 

Freddie just blinked.  “Say what dear?  That you’re attractive?  I bloody well might.  You’re fucking gorgeous.” 

“Freddie—“ Brian began.

“No, Brian…looks like our friend here might need to hear it.” 

Roger wished the pub floor would open up and take him into hell.  His face was burning, and tears were threatening to spill down his cheeks. 

Freddie reached across the table and tipped his chin up.  “Roger, darling.  Look at me.” 

Roger managed to look up, his lip trembling. 

“You know how beautiful you are?  Hmm?  And I’m not talking about just on the outside, darling, but on the inside too.  I know we just met but I can tell you’re a good person.” 

Roger couldn’t stop the tears from flowing hotly down his face, and Freddie wiped them with his thumb.  He sniffed miserably, trying to keep his head up under Freddie’s gaze. 

“I think you’re beautiful,” John added, his little tooth gap flashing. 

“So do I,” Brian said, warm calloused fingers wrapping around his arm. 

No intrusive thoughts opposed. 

---

The next day Roger couldn’t get out of bed.  It’s not that he didn’t want to; he knew he had school, and he needed to eat and shower and he had band practice, but a heavy blackness had settled over him, sucking his energy and will to do anything other than sleep.  So that’s what he did. 

Until a knock came at the door.  Several knocks, actually, and since the door was unlocked, they came right in. 

Freddie, John and Brian entered Roger’s flat with worried expressions on their faces.  When Roger refused to return their calls and messages, they decided to go check on him where they had dropped him off from the pub the night before.  But as they entered the flat, all was quiet. 

The flat was a little messy, with clothes strewn about the living room.  There were no dishes in the sink, however suggesting Roger hadn’t been eating properly.  And there was a bag of medicine from a week ago that hadn’t been touched. 

“Found him!” Freddie cried out from a back bedroom as he stood over Roger’s sleeping form.  He had the covers pulled up tight, and his blond hair was messily spread over the pillow. 

Brian stood over Roger, shaking him gently.  “Roger…Roger…it’s us.  Are you ok?”

“Leave me alone,” Roger grumbled.  “I just want to sleep.” 

John came in with the bag of medicine.  “Are you supposed to be taking these pills Roger?  They were filled a week ago.” 

Roger focused on the young man holding his bag of medicine, and he became suddenly angry.  “Fuck off!” he cried out.  “I didn’t ask for you to be in my personal business like this!” 

Brian soothed the hair back from his forehead, the seething, spitting Roger shrinking back from his touch. 

“Ah, love you are our business now.  You’re in our circle.  We care about you whether you like it or not.  Now let’s get you sat up so you can have a bit of food, yeah?” 

Roger scowled at him.  “I don’t want anything, Brian.  I don’t want you here. I just want to be left alone.” 

John sat down on the edge of the bed.  “I know you do.  But that’s not what you need right now.” 

Roger crossed his arms, looking at John defiantly.  “And how do you know what I need?” 

John looked at him sympathetically.  “Because these prescriptions are for anxiety and depression love, and being alone only makes those worse.” 

Brian leaned over and kissed his head, and Roger’s frown dissipated, his face going lax under Brian’s gentle touch. 

Freddie had disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a sandwich and some juice, and he set it on a tray over Roger’s lap. He kissed him on the cheek.  “When you’re feeling better, we’ll go out properly, but for right now, this is a start.  Eat all of it darling.  It was made with love.” 

John stepped forward with a pill bottle.  “And after your sandwich, you’re gonna take this medicine.  And you’ll do the same thing every day.  Eat. Take medicine.  Repeat.” 

Roger looked up, his eyes large.  “Why are you doing this?”

Freddie smiled.  “Because you’re one of us now darling.”  He moved to put an arm around John and Brian, pulling them close.  “And we always take care of our own.”

-0-0-0-

[lemonybaby67]

Think About It pt.1 || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: you were never one for parties, drinking or even sex. how could you? you were a virgin, not even having your first kiss yet. sure you had just turned eighteen, but there was no one out there for you. that is until the school’s certified bad boy takes a notice to your existence. (high school au)

⇢ genre: angst; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 3053

⇢ warnings: swearing; smut (semi-public sex, wall sex, mild praise kink)

⇢ note: chris is a whole ass snack fight me. so sorry that this is short.

Fuck. Life can’t get any better than this.

This is your last year, your senior year of high school. God it’s frustrating. Exams, friendships, collage, work, sex. Woah! Way off course there. Where has your head been?

Life was chaos. Life was shit. Nothing could change your mind.

It was your last period of the day, calculus. Finally, time to sleep. You’re calculus teacher never cared what the class did, but since it was everyone’s last year, everyone worked at their own pace. Some kids would team up and work together while your teacher watched reruns of Young and The Restless on her laptop.

Sighing, you placed your junk on an empty desk. You ran your fingers in your hair before plopping down in your seat. The stress of school finally caught up with you, and it was over whelming.

Shaking your head, you took out your textbook and notebook and started working.

34. Solve and show your work.

F(s) = L(f(t) = 0¥ e -st f(t) dt

You looked at your book in shock. When in the world would you ever use this?Groaning, you slammed your head into the desk. You were never going to get through this year. It would take a miracle.

You brought your head back up to do your work, but met eyes with the school’s legendary bad boy. He had a whole gang behind him, most being freshmen and sophomores. Sure he was hot, but he was deadly. Anyone who crossed paths with him would be obliterated. His name? Chris Bang. However, he made sure that everyone called him Bang Chan, or Chan for short. 

Girls drooled on him. He was a player, a ‘fuck boy’ if you will. You were even surprised how he had relationships with four teachers, half of the students in school, and managed to keep straight A’s. It was amazing how he still hasn’t failed. Remember how if someone crosses Chris that they’d be a pancake? Well they’d never see the sun ever again if they crossed any of his kids. Stray Kids, that’s what they called themselves. They never played by the rules of the system, making sure that the schools knew that everything was bullshit. They were a glitch in the matrix. The rules didn’t apply to them.

He looked at you for a second before standing up, moving over to you, a smirk played on his lips. The classroom went silent, waiting for him to do something.

Noticing the change in the atmosphere, he yelled, “Hey, can’t a guy get some privacy?” With that, the room went back to it’s chatty self. 

The elder grabbed a chair, placing it in front of your desk, settling himself so that his legs were on wither side of the head. The classic ‘fuck you’ position.

He placed his head on your book, blocking your view from the problem. You frowned angrily. “Can you move?”

He looked up at you, his curly, dyed hair fell over his eyes a bit, making his usual hard look soft.

“No. I like it here, so sorry.” He shifted a bit, moving over your textbook a bit more. 

Giving up, you slumped back into your seat, arms crossed over your chest. He stayed there staring into your eyes. He was intimidating, no wonder he got away with literally anything. He could have Kim Kardashian give him a house with a single look. You gulped nervously, he was too intimidating, it was unsettling. You must’ve been cowering in your seat because he softened his gaze on you. It was only then when you noticed that his eyes were a soft brown shade.

“So, I hear that you’re still a virgin.”

You gulped looking around, making sure no one else could hear you. You lowered your voice down to a whisper, “Who the fuck told you that.”

Chris put his hands up in surrender, lifting his head from your desk. “Rumors spread fast around here, but I guess that it isn’t a rumor, it’s the truth.” He raised an eyebrow, daring for you to deny it.

Anger boiled up inside of you, your blood reached unnatural temperatures. You struggled to keep from punching him square in the face. “Fine, what do you want from me.”

Chris smirked at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Just wondering if it’s boring being one. You know, loosing it is actually pretty fun. Call me if you ever need a release.” He slipped a folded piece of paper into your jacket pocket.

With that he was back at his previous seat, with two other guys, one with with purplish-silver hair, the other had strawberry blonde hair. 

Placing your hand in your pocket, you fished out the piece of paper. Unfolding it it read:

(xxx-xxx-xxxx)

Think about it sweet cheeks - B.Chan

Rolling your eyes, you placed it back into your pocket, trying to focus on your work. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you were urging yourself to text him. He was fine with it, you needed a break, it was your senior year. Everything was fine.

A minute before the bell rang, you took out your phone, plugging in the number.

To: xxx-xxx-xxxx

(1:34 pm) Meet me behind the school today, near the construction site. - Y/n

You closed your phone, watching Chris to see his reaction. His phone buzzed in his pocket, reaching in, he read the text. A second later, he looked up at you and winked. 

Feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment, you turned away, walking over to the door, leaving the classroom.

The hallways finally emptied when Chris left the room, trying not to draw any attention to himself. He couldn’t believe that you were truly up for it. He never really tried to target virgins, but something drew him to you. It may have been that he’s never done it with a virgin and you were possibly the only one left at school. It could have been how unnaturally pretty you were. Well, whatever it was, he was entranced by you. He needed you, more than he’s ever needed anyone else. It was shocking to even him. Woojin noticed his bizarre behavior, and urged him to go for it. 

So that’s what he was doing. However he couldn’t help but feel nervous. Why was he nervous? There should be no reason for it. He’s had sex so many other times with people younger and older than him, so why was he nervous?

Before he could even think about why, he reached the back of the school, where you were waiting. You looked so pretty, hair tied back, loose strands in your face. Plump, pink lips perfect for kissing. You’re cute button nose. He had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the wall of the school. However there was a bit of common decency in him that waited for your consent.

You shifted back from foot to foot, nervous. “Um, so-” You were silenced by a finger on your lips. Chris had moved closer to you, so close that you could feel his warm breath lightly fan your face. The atmosphere thickened quickly.

“Trust me on this Y/n, I know what I’m doing. Just try not to moan too loudly. You got that baby?” He tilted you chin up to make you look in his eyes. You nodded slightly. “Good, are you sure about this?”

He was a gentleman when he wanted to, but you snapped out of it, remembering that he didn’t care.

You nodded, feeling Chris place his lips on yours. Fireworks. That’s all you could feel as the two of you melted into each other. He was intoxicating. He smelled of sandalwood and tasted of oranges with a hint of rosemary. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. So this was the kiss of legends. The kiss that made people question their own beliefs. You loved it.

Chris placed his arms around your waist, bringing your body closer to his. You laced your fingers through his soft locks, wishing that you could do that forever. The kiss was getting so heated that you pulled away, forehead resting on his. The two of you were a panting mess. His arms hovered over yours, creeping up to your cheeks. He held you in his hands, urging you to kiss him again.

You pounced. He was your air, your oxygen. Without him, you’d be dead. You needed him, and he you.

Chris must have been feeling needy because he brushed his tongue against your bottom lip, asking you for permission to enter. Feeling submissive, you obliged. Thought of the act made you cringe before, but experiencing it now was a drug. He explored your mouth, not missing one nook or cranny. 

The clothes on you began to restrict your actions, making them harder for you to melt into his touch. Pulling away, you stared into his lust filled eyes.

“Chan, I need you.” You panted for a second, catching your breath.

With that, he grabbed the hem of your light blue top, lifting it over your head. The warm air on your stomach and breasts made you shiver with anticipation. Chris wasn’t meeting your eyes, but your round, perky chest. You were always self conscious about your body, but the second Chris started admiring you, you reached a whole new level of confidence.

Hesitantly, he licked his lips, practically drooling over you. “C-can I?” He slowly raised his hand, stopping just before he grabbed your left breast to look you in the eyes. He may be a fuck boy, but he was acting more mature than usual in this moment.

This was it. It’s now or never. “Yeah.” You nodded as well, just for reassurance.

Chris’ eyes grew wide as he softly cupped you. His hands were huge; they  looked so perfect resting on your chest. You gasped at the touch, shocked that this would be it. There’s no going back.

He wrapped his empty hand behind your back, releasing you of your confinements in a split second. He let go of you, letting you slide it off your arms. It fell to the ground, leaving your top completely exposed to the outside world. Fuck, the outside world. You immediately covered your boobs with your arms, feeling the insult come at you from your family, friends, teachers, even strangers.

Chris placed his hand back to your cheek. “Y/n, if you don’t want to do this then that’s fine.”

You shook your head. “Just strip already so we can get this over with. I have to be home soon so my mom doesn’t question where I’ve been.” You could feel your cheeks grow a light shade of pink.

No other words had to be shared before Chris stripped himself of his shirt and shorts, leaving him in his boxers. Damn was he toned. You knew he worked out often but you didn’t know she was ripped.

Gulping, you shimmied your way out of your pants, leaving yourself in only a pair of lacy underwear.

You were about to make a move on the elder once again, but he stopped you. “Listen here, if you want to have sex, there can’t be anything covering you, okay sweet cheeks?”

You frowned. “Well that goes for you too Chan.” You moved your hands down to your hips, dragging the thin piece of cloth off of you. Thank the lord I just shaved last night.

Chris smirked at you, admiring your naked body in all it’s glory. He could devour you right then and there, and he’d probably beg you for seconds. How did he not see you before? You were and angel, a total babe. What was wrong with him?

He made himself look away from you, determined to finally taste you before you ran off crying. He slid off his boxers, exposing himself to you.

You’re eyes went big. Dang he had a nice package. It wasn’t to big or too small. He was just the right size for your first and, probably, last fuck. The perfect size. He was pretty well trimmed as well, nothing too crazy.

You gulped. Shit.

Before you could do anything, Chris stepped over to you, no more than three inches apart from you. “Princess, do you want me?” Nod. “Do you need me?” Another nod. “Then get ready for the fuck of your life.”

You laughed. “Don’t get too cocky there Chan.”

He chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender. “My last name is Bang for a reason you know.”

You smiled, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck again, pulling him in close for a kiss. Naturally that kiss went heated the second it started. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss more. You broke for air.

“Jump baby.” Hearing this term used daily at school, you obliged, wrapping your exposed legs around his bare torso. The kiss resumed almost instantly before he place your back gently against the wall of the school. You moaned, feeling him place his plump lips on your neck. He traveled around, trying to find your sweet spot. Once he hit it, you gasped, leafing your fingers though his locks, gripping on firmly.

You felt him smirk against your skin, he moved lower, towards your breasts. Teasing one of them fondly. He pinched your hard nipple, moans escaping your lips. He began to massage it as he placed his mouth on the other, tasting your sweet breasts.

You placed your head on the wall, eyes closed, “Chan, please. Don’t stop.”

He released your breast from his mouth with a loud pop. “Chris. Fuck, call me Chris.”

He couldn’t believe he just said that. He’s never asked a girl to call him by his first name during sex. It was unholy. Almost as if he would loose part of his soul if they called him by his real name. However with you, he needed to hear you moan his name. Just the anticipation alone was killing him.

Chris went back to having his mouth on your breast, sucking. You gasped. “Chris. God, yes!”

He couldn’t help but feel his boner come faster than usual. He tried to restrain himself, but with you panting his name, he couldn’t help it, and you felt it.

You grabbed Chris by his cheeks, forcing him off your breast. You missed the contact already. “Chris, I don’t have all day. Take me already.”

“Yes princess.” He smirked, grabbing himself and positioning it at your entrance. He stopped, remembering the condom. Quickly, he let go to you, knees on the ground to fumble through his pants’ pockets.

He grabbed one triumphantly, un wrapping it before placing it on his length, making his way back to you. You jumped back on him, feeling the contact of the rubber on your heat.

Gasping, you looked at Chris in his eyes.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to look at me when I cum in you okay?” You nodded, felling him slowly push himself into you.

Fuck it hurt. You were being ripped alive. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, scratching his back, trying not to scream in pain.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so good. Just a bit more just me. Don’t worry baby.” His soft whispers made you feel safe when you knew you shouldn’t have.

He fit himself inside you, he stretched you out, god you couldn’t fit anymore. Panting, you released your nails from his back, feeling better that the pain had subsided.

“Ready of the real fun Kitten?” Kitten? Where did that come from? He was no longer in control of his actions. nicknames and actions spewed out of him like they were used regularly, yet he’s never even considered them as a though before. Not even going to lie, both of you loved it. 

Slowly, Chris began to move, small thrusting, to get you adjusted to his size. You couldn’t help but beg for more. The pleasure was surreal. No wonder so many kids ditched school for it. Sex was more addicting than drugs or alcohol.

“Chris, faster. God faster, please.” You felt the grip on your waist tighten as he sped up his case, faster and faster.

“Fuck baby you’re so perfect. Yes, fuck. You like that? Shit.” He panted in your ear, making you feel pleasure all the way down to your toes.

The moment was perfect. The pleasure the two of you felt was insane. You needed him. More. You removed yourself from his shoulders, looking at him in the eyes. The amount of affection the two of you had towards each other made you question your every belief in relationships. His eyes shone not only lust, but something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Princess, I’m going to come okay? Fuck you’re so tight!” He lowered his head, regaining consciousness. 

Feeling the courage to spice things up a bit, you tightened yourself around his length. He couldn’t control himself, he released his seed in you, filling you up to the brim. Moans and yells escaped both of your lips. You collapsed into his arms, being released from your high.

He played you down, trying to regain the strength to stand again. He took off the condom, tossing it into the sewer not too far from you.

You couldn’t believe it. You just had sex with the school’s bad boy, and it was heaven.

About a half an hour went by, the two of you lying down on the grass, naked, behind the school, recovering from probably the best sex you’ll ever have. The silence was comfortable, until Chris got up, grabbing his clothes and dressing himself. You sat up, watching him cover his perfectly toned body. Of course, you were just another one of his daily fucks,

“Hey, perhaps tomorrow, if you're not busy, maybe you’d like to get coffee or something. I’m not really used to doing this. I don’t know, maybe I’m still high from your body or something, but I’d like to see you again.” He winked at you. “Think about it sweet cheeks.”

With that, he walked away, leaving you alone to your thoughts. Perhaps this wouldn’t be the worst year of your life.

@lemonybaby67

[jae-daddy]

Please (M)

Jaebum Smut Three-Parter

one / two / three / epilogue

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: Smut, Angst Plot: all jaebum gives you is sweet tender loving, but you want him to fuck you like crazy.  a/n: I would like to thank my friend for telling me this idea was good, and to others for guilt tripping me. I would like to apologise to my parents for turning out to be such a dirty hoe. hope y’all enjoy!

hi, this got longer than i expected so it’s a two-parter now. it’s not that angsty, but it’s smutty? hehe enjoy! the story kinda went from 0-100, but my stories never make sense :) hope y’all like it!

You’ve wondered a thousand times before if you were enough for Jaebum. The thought of you not even comparing to his ex-girlfriends tore through your mind endlessly. Leaving you to always second guess yourself, and Jaebum’s affection for you.

Jaebum was the first boyfriend you ever had, or the first serious one, at least. Cole from third grade was the first boy to carry the title of your boyfriend, and it was just him until last year. 

For the first time, your hand was held in a way that sent you spiralling through the universe. Whenever Jaebum’s fingertips delicately danced on your open palms, you felt happiness bloom inside your heart. Every time his eyes stared into yours, and you saw them glisten with happiness, you felt complete. 

You were happy with Jaebum, but you were beginning to wonder if you were enough for him. 

A few weeks ago, Jaebum’s ex and you ended up at the same party. Jaebum had disappeared with the boys for a game of beer pong, after asking you a million times if you’d be fine. You told him you’d be fine, you thought you would be. However, the haunting thoughts were throbbed to a blazing flame that night. 

“Jaebum can be a little rough, can’t he?” She smiled at you. She didn’t mean any malice you could see it clearly. She was kind and sweet. Jaebum and her broke up because they both just fell out of love. 

But, what she said, haunted your mind through the darkness of the nights. 

Jaebum was never rough with you; he was gentle, delicate, and so slow. He was never blind with raging lust and fucked you with animalistic need. 

You didn’t know until you heard it, but you realised you wanted it. 

You wanted to see Jaebum be overtaken with desire and lust, and go into a blind fury and fuck you in every and any way that he wished. 

You wanted to see yourself do that Jaebum, you wanted to make him lose control like her.

“Jae,” you breathed, as you sat on his lap. Your legs on either side of him, your hands lost in his hair and lips breathing him in. You moved in closer to him, pressing your body harder against his. 

The craving running wild through your veins, as longing for Jaebum tore through you. You wanted to make him go crazy, you wanted him to lose his mind and make you lose yours. 

Your lips moved from his soft ones, kissing along his jaw, before gently biting down his neck. 

Jaebum let out a growl, his hands stilling on your hips, as you began grinding them against his groin. 

“Baby?” Jaebum asked, his voice low and breathless. You moaned in reply, as you grabbed his hand, bringing it under your shirt. 

“Fuck me, Jaebum,” you whispered, your voice so needy and desperate. “Please.”

Jaebum froze underneath you for a moment, before kissing you back just as passionately. 

Your lips opening wide, your tongues plunging in deeper; the sweet taste of Jaebum hazing your mind pink. The sounds of teeth clanking, breathy moans and heavy breathing filled up the corners of Jaebum’s room. 

You and Jaebum had made out like this before, a handful of times. 

Normally, it would lead to sex that was amazing, but much softer than the makeout. Sometimes Jaebum would excuse himself entirely and then return later, continuing to watch the movie you both had long forgotten about. 

He’d curl up behind you, and wrap his arms you. His fingertips softly drawing on your exposed waist, as he nuzzles his face into your neck. 

“God, I love you.” He’d whisper, as he held you tighter.

“I love you too,” you’d reply, with all of your heart. 

You loved Im Jaebum. You loved him with everything you were and more; just having him next to you seemed unbelievable to you. He was the most perfect boyfriend anyone could’ve asked for. 

He was sweet, kind, gentle and protected you furiously. He treated you like you were a delicate china-doll; the faintest wrong touch and you would shatter to pieces. 

You wanted Jaebum to understand that he could never hurt you, even when he wanted to; he couldn’t. 

At one point, you had considered your delicateness in Jaebum’s eyes being the cause of the lack of sexual aggression. However, you realised Jaebum treated every girl with respect and gentleness, even his ex who broke up with him. 

But, he managed to fuck her rough. 

The only conclusion you could think of was you. 

He didn’t see you as arousing as her, to him you were someone who he went out in, and had to release it. 

You didn’t have a body like hers that was beautiful in every way. You didn’t have her long legs kissed by the sun, or her collarbones, her tiny waist and curves that even drew you to her. 

She was attractive it was clear to see. She drove Jaebum wild; while all you could do was give him a boner.

You moaned, frustrated, as you pulled Jaebum closer to you. 

Your chest pressing against his, his heat spreading across your skin, as your hands frantically drew him closer. Your nails digging into his shoulders, as your neediness bled through your actions. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, angrily, as you felt Jaebum being to melt away from the moment. You could feel him slowing down, just as he always did before he stopped entirely or had simple sex with you. 

Jaebum had noticed your new found aggression and moved away, holding you at arm's length. 

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” He asked, his eyebrows frowning, as your eyes prickled with tears. 

You hopped off Jaebum’s lap and faced the wall as you hid your face in your hands. 

A voice inside you told you, you had ruined it. 

Everything that Jaebum and you were before this moment would disappear once he realised how immature you were. He’d leave you once he realises he doesn’t have to stay any longer cause you finally understood that his heart had moved on. 

You pressed your palms into your eyes, as you shook your head. The blouse you wore, falling over your shoulder, as your hair frantically moved behind you. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Jaebum came from behind you, his warm hands resting on your shoulders. His fingers moving soothingly running over your skin, making you melt, and cry harder. “Was it me, y/n? Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head as you took a step away from him and turned to face him. 

Jaebum’s heart broke seeing your red eyes filled with sorrow and worry. It tore him to see you so distressed without knowing the reason. He felt mad that he let you feel this way; that you couldn’t share what was bothering you with him. 

“It’s not you, it’s me,” you hiccuped, blinking the tears away, as you wiped it with the back of your hand. 

“Are you- baby, I’m- are you breaking up with me?” Jaebum asked shocked, frightened. His heart stopped beating in his chest, as his lungs seemed to stop working at the thought of you leaving him.

You met his fearful eyes and chuckled lightly. Jaebum relaxed slightly but a larger part of him remained on edge, as he took in your dark face. 

“I can’t make you want me,” you whispered, as you stared at the floor. Your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your shirt, as you avoided Jaebum’s heated gaze. 

Jaebum stood in front of you, completely dumbstruck. 

He couldn’t understand what you meant; he couldn’t even comprehend how you got to that conclusion. 

Jaebum was completely, entirely and madly taken by you. You amazed him no matter what you did or wore. You could be in your dirty old pj’s with your hair all messy, and Jaebum would have to use every strength in his body to refrain from coming at you. 

Even now, as you stood there in front of him. Your hair sexily thrown to the side, without you knowing. Your blouse slipped over the elegant slope of your shoulders, revealing your beautiful skin that Jaebum loved to trace with his fingers. 

Your lips were sinister, your eyes enchanting and your body belonged to a goddamn goddess. Everything about you drove Jaebum crazy, from the little dots of imperfection to the delicious curves of your hips. 

Jaebum wanted to mark all of you; to leave signs of himself all over you. He wanted to fuck you till you couldn’t walk. He wanted to fuck you so rough and dirty that you’d be crying at how good it was. 

But he was afraid. 

He was scared because he was your first boyfriend and the first guy you had had sex with. He didn’t want to hurt and scare you; he was trying to be careful. 

However, he was being so careful, that he made you lose confidence in yourself, and that made his heartache. 

“Why can’t you fuck me like her?” You asked him, your voice breaking towards the end, defeatedly. 

When Jaebum didn’t say anything, you lifted your eyes to meet his warm brown ones, swimming with confusion. 

“Why can’t I make you want me, Jae?” Your voice shook with yearning and want, as you peered into his eyes. 

“Why can’t I make you fuck me so hard that I can’t walk?” You gulped, quieter. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered after a moment. “I’m sorry I can’t do that for you-”

Before you could say anything else, you felt hands harshly grasp your waist. A breathy gasp escaping your lips, as your back crashed into the wall behind you sharply.

“J--” You couldn’t even finish Jaebum’s name, before his lips crashed into yours, cutting you off. 

He kissed you like never before; his lips rough, demanding and hard. A hand lost in your hair, tugging it gently, while the other caressed your hips, ramming your front harder against his body. 

His lips moved from yours, leaving you panting, as he kissing along your jaw.

“You,” he breathed, in between kisses, before he lightly bit the sweet spot on your neck. 

“Have no idea,” Jaebum pushed you harder against the wall; a lewd moan falling from your lips as you felt his hardness against you.

“What you do to me,” he bit your ear, before sucking below it, making your knees weaken. 

“Do you?” His hot breath kissed your lips, as he stared into your eyes. A fire of desire and lust raging in them that you had never seen before. 

“You have no idea how crazy you make, do you?” He asked, his lips placing a chaste kiss on your lips. His hands travelling under your skirt, as his fingers teasingly ran along the edge of your panties. 

“Don’t worry, kitten,” he smirked devilishly, as a moan escaped your lips. “You’ll know now.”

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They are a Plus

Steve McGarrett x Reader

Hawaii Five-0

2.3k

swearing, smut, sexy Steven

request from @supergirl000983 who wanted some good old fashion McGarrett nipple play smut. Hope this is good enough for ya, friend! I enjoyed it ;3

The door slammed shut behind you and you didn’t care that Steve was on the other side when it closed. He could stay out there for all you cared, you were too mad to even look at him right now. Stomping your way up the stairs, you heard the door fling open and Steve’s heavy boots falling against the hardwood in a rush. He wasn’t going to make you stop, you just kept going, intent on making it to the bedroom before he caught you. You could hear him calling out your name as he stood at the base of the stairs but that only made you move faster. You could hear him taking the steps quickly, probably taking two at a time but with your head start, you had the bedroom door closed and locked right before his hand landed on the knob.

“Damnit, Y/N! Can you please just open the door?” His voice was loud as a hard fist pounded on the door a few times. Your eyes rolled and you scoffed a humorless laugh. Even though he couldn’t see you, he knew. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” That made you huff with annoyance, your arms crossing over your chest as you tried to glare daggers at him through the door. You could only imagine the face he was giving you on the other side. It actually made you giggle a little to think about his face was probably all scrunched up, his hands resting on the door frame as he watches the knob expectantly. You nibbled your bottom lip thinking about just how cute the bastard was.

Swiveling on your heels, you rocked in place as a silence fell. You were both just staring at the door, waiting for one of you to cave. Steve was stubborn but so were you. You could stand there all day and you were ready to do so. He knew you better than anyone and because of that, he knew you could give him a run for his money when it came to hardheadedness. You were quite the challenge and Steve McGarrett never was one to back down from a challenge. He knew you were a spitfire when he started dating you, he knew what he was getting himself into. So you couldn’t resist the victorious grin on your face when you heard his voice, calm and quiet. “Please open the door, baby.”

Just by his tone, you could hear the surrender and dropping your arms to your sides, your grin only grew. You loved it when you won. The Navy SEAL was wrapped around your finger and you loved every minute of it. You chewed on your bottom lip to stifle your smile as your hand reached for the knob and unlocked it. As soon as he heard the click, the door was opened and he was all over you. His lips crashed hard against yours in a feverish kiss. You gasped with surprise as his hands gripped your hips pulling you against him before he explored your body. Your arms instinctively moved around his neck, your fingers scratching through short dark locks. Your proud grin turned into a satisfied smile against his lips as you returned his kiss.

Not that you didn’t love the attention he was giving you, a hand slid down to push gently against his chest, breaking you from his kiss. After a few blinks, you stared at him with a confused smirk where he stared down at you with those bright blue eyes full of confusion. “Not that I don’t love kissing you, Steven, I’m mad at you, remember?” He had the nerve to roll his eyes at you this time which you rewarded with a hard slap to his chest. He pretended to wince but he knew how hard you could hit and that was nothing. “Steven James McGarrett, I’m serious!” Your head cocked to the side as you eyed him fiercely.

“I know you are, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.” He stated slowly causing your scowl to only further wrinkle your face. His face spread into that stupid gorgeous smile of his, causing the wrinkles around his eyes to crease and those cerulean hues to sparkle. Damn, he was beautiful. You were momentarily distracted and forgot your anger, replacing it with desire. Your lips quickly crashed against his and it didn’t seem to catch him off guard. He took full advantage and returned your kiss as his arms gripped around you and held you tight against him.

Snapping out of it quickly, both hands shot down to his chest and pushed yourself out of his hold. “Steve! Stop distracting me.” After the initial shock of your shove, Steve’s lips curled up in a smug little grin. Crossing your arms over your chest, you narrowed your eyes at him. “First we talk. Then we fuck.” Steve’s eyes widened slightly at your words and it was obvious that now he was really wanting to get past the talking part. When he moved to take a step forward, his arms outstretching for you, you took a step back, your own arm lifting to halt him.

A sigh passed his lips as his head fell back. His hands moved to rest on his hips before his ocean hues came down to look at you. “Ok, let’s talk.” Your eyes fell from his gaze down to his lips as he talked, yet again distracting you from your whole reason for being angry. He continued to stare you down, waiting for a conversation to begin but the way he was standing there, you found it hard to concentrate on anything else. “Y/N.” The sound of your name off his lips brought your attention back to him. “You’re biting your lip.” His voice was low, almost sultry and he was taking small steps toward you.

“Oh, fuck it.” You finally exclaimed, bridging the rest of the gap and leaping into his arms. He was quick to catch you, his hands moving to cup your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your lips crashed together, your arms tightening around his neck, one hand carding through the short hairs on his head while the other clawed at his shoulder. Steve pulled his lips away for a second to look up into your eyes with a smirk. His lips parted but you quickly shook your head. “No more talking.” You sounded so ragged and breathless and he didn’t argue, molding his lips against yours once again.

“Y/N.” Steve muttered against your lips, which you were trying desperately to silence. As his large hands kneaded against your denim short clad ass, his mouth moved down your jaw. He placed open mouth kisses to your neck and your head fell back as you moaned, your bottom lip captured between your teeth. “I'm sorry.” He mumbled against your skin, nibbling lightly on the soft flesh.

You answered with a low groan and your fingers tightened in his hair. “Don't discuss my tits with anyone ever again.” You growled, pulling back to look into his ocean hues.

He nodded in response, a wicked grin pulling at his lips as a hand came up to close over one of your breasts. His eyes were almost unapologetic as his gruff whispers parted his kiss swollen lips. “It was just Danny.” You scowled even though you still held a grin. A moan passed your lips as he caught your clothed nipple between his fingers. “I could tell he was jealous.” His eyes seared into yours as you nibbled on your bottom lip again.

He was confident enough now that he had calmed you down that his hand moved to slide under your shirt. It returned to its rightful place on your breast again and you took in a shaky breath. The one thing Steve McGarrett loved most about you was your boobs. He described them as the perfect handful, soft and supple and sweet to the taste. Your nipples always reacted so quickly to him, hardening at the faintest of touches. You wanted to hate the effect he had on you but you couldn’t lie, you loved every damn minute of it.

Whenever he’d come home from a long day at work, he come through the door immediately seeking you out. No matter where you were or what you were doing, he’d find you and bury his face between your beautiful mounds. You didn’t know what had started his obsession but you weren’t about to send him to rehab for it. It just gave you more of a reason to not wear a bra when you were home, made for easier access for your Commander. Right now though, you were confined in a purple push up bra you had donned for a meal at Kamekona’s with the team. And Steve was kneading and massaging relentlessly over the fabric.

Before you could register what was happening, Steve had tossed you onto the bed and moved to straddle you. As he hovered over you, you could see his eyes darken with his arousal and lust. You gave him a sultry grin before pulling your shirt over your head and bear your chest to him. He wasted no time in bringing his mouth down your chest to kiss and suck lightly on the smooth flesh of each breast. He worshiped them, touched every inch of skin  as your fingers carded through dark locks. Your eyes closed as your hips began to rock, his arms coming behind you to quickly unclasp the hooks on your bra.

The moment your bare skin was touched by his warm breath, your back arched and a moan mingled with his name parted your lips. He practically purred as he spoke. “You are so beautiful.” You could feel the smirk on his face as he began to kiss the underside of each breast, taking his time to taste every bit. A groan sounding more like a growl escaped your mouth when his lips closed around your sensitive nub. His tongue flicked against the mound while his other hand rolled the other nipple between his fingers. His eyes closed as he reveled in your taste, your feel. His teeth bit gently, eyes opening as he pulled gently and looked up at you to watch your reaction. He loved watching you come undone like this.

The one nipple having received enough attention for the moment, Steve’s mouth moved to do the same to the other. This time his teeth bit a little harder making your sounds a little louder. His head lifted now, his knee between your thighs to provide you with a little friction as his hands closed over your breasts. He squeezed and massaged, pinching and pulling your nipples between his fingers. His tongue moved slowly up the valley between your mounds before his mouth closed over your clavicle, sucking a mark there with a contented moan. You were writhing beneath him, calling his name, asking for more and yet his hands simply worked harder on your firm tits.

You didn’t want to come undone like this. But the way his large calloused hands fit around your chest, it was hard not to. His tongue would flick out and touch your tips as he squeezed, or he would trail more kisses along the bottom of each breast. His tongue would slide between the mounds as he pushed them tight together, tongue fucking them until you were gasping and panting. You thought you were going to make it until the thumb and forefinger of both hands clamped down on your nipples and pulled. A loud scream rumbled in your lungs as your walls clenched around nothing, your juices exploding and drenching your panties. Your sounds alone were threatening to send him over the edge with you but he held back. You rutted against his knee, riding out your climax as his hands softened against your skin.

Sweet kisses were planted against your skin as his fingers soothed your aching nipples. He hummed against you, that smug grin wide enough it could split his face. You wanted to smack him, wanted to curse him for being so cocky but you just couldn’t. So instead you were just a giggling, smiling mess beneath him. Your arm fell over your eyes as the deep red filled your cheeks and down your chest. This only made him grin wider. You would never get used to the way Steve made you feel.

“What can I say? I have a thing for your boobs.” His head lifted to look at you as his hands moved to get rid of the rest of your clothing. Your eyes rolled after your arm had moved and you shook your head with a laugh.

Your arms snaked around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, slow kiss, your sore breasts pushing against him. “You only love me for them.” You commented lightly when your lips parted.

“Hmm, not hardly. But they are a plus.” He dared to growl and pretend to attack your chest with his teeth which only made you writhe and giggle. His hand came to brush a lock of hair from your face, his eyes now staring down at you with love and adoration instead of the lustful desire. There was silence for a moment as you just laid there squished together staring into each other's eyes. “Can’t wait to tell Danny about this.” He finally stated with a smirk and a wink.

You wasted no time in smacking his chest and trying to wiggle out from under him. Your giggles though meant that Steve wasn’t in the doghouse. His strong arms held you tight and you finally gave in. Where you two started out hot and heavy, he now took his time, to make love to you like you deserved. And you loved every part of Lt. Commander Steve McGarrett. His obsession and all.

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Seems like Miles lives in fantasy land, everyone is a POS, except for Miles of course

Miles Simpson <simp2172@bellsouth.net>To:Kevin StrattonSun, Mar 25, 2018 at 5:58 PMHello Kevin, I had my back surgery thursday and I’m better. I was able to stand up friday with a lot of difficulty so they let me come home. I’m still sore but I’m much better and home. I’m going to Covington next week and buy a new mattress. I have a Tempur-pedic memory foam top dollar one but I’m tired of it. It’s hard for me to turn over. It doesn’t give like a regular mattress. The hospital bed I was in was a killer. A hospital staff woman ask me before I left how was the nursing staff and I told her excellent but you couldn’t give me that bed for free. My weak ass I can’t roll over to my right and barely to my left. The best example I can give is it feels to me like I’m laying in a ditch or apiece of 2’ diameter pipe so if I try to roll right or left I’m trying to roll up the side of a concave angle. Sheila fell and fractured her femur bone and is walking with a walker and using my manual wheelchair. She’s still taking care of pos Rita’s kids. Rita has total control over Sheila even monitor’s her phone calls. It’s freaking crazy weird and sad. Tom Benson died. I hope his wife doesn’t move the Saints. She seams to be a money loving woman and may do it for more money. More money more money more money! Later brother man I’m going to chill horizonal for a while. Miles On Mar 17, 2018, at 10:03 AM, Kevin Stratton <johnst13@yahoo.com> wrote: > I saw this in a magazine and thought of you. > > All the Best! > > Contrary to ordinary there is nothing like a dream to create the future! > > Kevin Stratton > Roatan Island Real Estate - Owner/Broker > johnst13@yahoo.com > Office: 011-504-2445-4168 > Cell: 011-504-9922-5638 > www.roatanislandrealestate.com > www.guanajasales.com > * Member of NAR > * Member Roatan Real Estate Association >  and Canabirh Association of Honduras > * Owner of Roatan Island Home Inspections >  for Construction and Home Inspections > * Fiberglass Swimming Pools<Ask Miles.jpg>

Miles Simpson <simp2172@bellsouth.net>To:Kevin StrattonThu, Mar 29, 2018 at 10:23 AMHey Kevin, I really don’t know what they used but I don’t think it was a laser. Surgeon’s can do amazing things with the human body. They will heal you or kill you one. I still talk like a frog from the thing they stick down your throat when they knock you out but my back is still doing good so I’m happy. The rain has arrived. Probably rain most of the day. I like to smoke and fuck on rainy days. Will only do one today but as soon as I win the power ball the pussy will come. I have two gators in the pond now. A 6 or 7 footer and a 3 footer. Both won’t come close enough for me to shoot them. A friend is bringing over some gumbo. Talk to ya later Amigo. Miles On Mar 26, 2018, at 11:29 AM, Kevin Stratton <johnst13@yahoo.com> wrote: > Good morning Miles > > Glad to hear your back surgery went good. What did they do? Not the laser one I was asking about. > Wow not being able to turn over to get out of bed is going to be a problem sooner than later. Do you think > you can work on getting that strength back so you can do it by yourself? Or there is a powered machine > that can pick you up and swing you over kind of like the ones you see to get you into a pool. You know > you don't want to go into a nursing home. A home nurse coming by twice a day to help you out during > the times she stops by. No coffee in a nursing home would drive you crazy. It would to me too. I hope a > new harder mattress would help you get out of bed by yourself. So you can push off easier. > Wow Shelia can really fuckup when she try's.  And that daughter of her's running her is so crazy that > I almost feel sorry for her but not much at all. > I heard that Benson died but that was to be expected. I'll bet his wife sells the team and the new owner > might move the team to who ever pays the most. Maybe someone like Jazy and his wife Beyonce and > P'didy or Drew Breese. Or the Mannings? Still working on my roof and trying to sell properties to keep the > work going. Sorry but got to run. I hope you keep getting better! > > > All the very best my friend! > > k

Miles SimpsonHey Kevin, I haven’t written in a while because it’s the same olds shit around here. No news to tell. The gumbo I mention a friend brought was chicken and sausage. He had a big pot and rice he even brought a new pack of Glad 1 Qt plastic containers and put up 7 Qt’s in my freezer while I was eating a Qt. His name is Kevin also. He’s really a buddy to my nephew but a friend to me too. I only see him when he comes fishing. You said you might build a motorcycle garage. Grandpaw built one for his HondaMon, Apr 9, 2018 at 3:27 PM

Miles Simpson <simp2172@bellsouth.net>To:Kevin StrattonWed, Apr 11, 2018 at 1:15 PMHi Kevin, Yup that’s what they did to me. I had a bulging disc putting pressure on my nerve. When I was getting the steroid shots in my back the doctor’s assistant looked at my mri last year and said I didn’t need surgery. The surgeon said after the surgery my disc was worse than what showed up on the mri. I’m soooooooo glad I had the surgery at least so far. Sue’s brother Wayne came over last week and we smoked 40 lbs of chicken quarters. We did 20 lbs then took them off and put on another 20. The last batch only took 2 hours since the smoker was already up to temp. We then vacuum sealed them and he took 10 lbs and Karen my house cleaner took 10 and I kept 20 lbs. The dam quarters come off giant chickens! Ten lb bag has 9 quarters! The last ones I smoked were the same way. I gave Sheila $4,000 monday the 9th. The 8th was one year since Mom died. Three years ago I bought Sheila a $3,000 lawn mower. Two years ago I gave her $3,000 for a down payment for a car she’s about to lose now for being 2 months late on her note. Now $4,000 cash. Enough is enough! That’s $10K in three years. She feels and looks like the walking dead. She has no help to help her keep the place up. Rita has NEVER mowed the yard or even tried to. I wish I had the strength to beat her up but I don't! Pelican’s play their last game tonight against the Spurs. It’s a big game towards the rankings for the playoffs. Later, Miles On Apr 9, 2018, at 4:45 PM, Kevin Stratton <johnst13@yahoo.com> wrote: > Wow that was a surgery to watch. Was that exactly what they did to you? Did you have a chipped broken piece of bone off a vertebrata like in the video? > Sorry I can not be there to help you get around and make it easier on you just living in the house. I am working on being able to come if you ever really need me to. > As I sure wish I lived closer right now. I need to finish the work on my house and not run broke doing it. So I have to keep earning and not retiring as yet like I wanted to when I hit 66. I will be 68 next week on the 13th. Yep Friday the 13th this time. And hopefully no bad luck for me as I sure don't need any at this time. I would like to taste the gumbo . Even chicken and sausage sounds good to me as I miss Louisiana cooking like that and crawfish boils. Nothing like that here. I need a good gumbo recipe as I can follow directions pretty good as I do most of the good cooking here at home now. I just made a pot of shrimp and hot Italian sausage with Alfredo sauce with noodles. It has allot of other ingredients to make it a bigger pot to make it for more people and freeze some. > The roof is completely done and we are enclosing the outside walls to get them ready for new windows in the next week or so. > I was out walking a parcel of land 5.5 acres with the owner from Colorado. He is looking to buy a 1.25 acres along side his property to help get a access > out to a main road. Right now his 5.5 acres is land locked with no access. They are asking a arm and leg for the 1.25 acres as it has 165 foot of beachfront > which we are always running out of on a island as they are not making anymore beachfront in the best area. !0 years ago he bought the 5.5 acres for $550,000 > and they are asking at this time $670,000 for the 1.25 acres right next to him and they started at $735,000. We are still trying to get the seller down in price. But > part of this deal is the seller has to get a road to the property and he still need a old family member to give him access to get to his 1.25 acres as part of this deal to make it happen but they are holding up saying they have not determined the cost of getting the road through and paying off the relative to let it happen as we want > a deeded recorded access to make it fit our needs. Both parcels of land will be worth something like $2,000,000 when it is finished and it works out. My buyer that I have been working with for 10 years or so has big bucks. He owns the largest outfitting store in Steamboat Springs Colorado for skiing and like a Bass Pro outfitter or a Cabela's. > What are you going to do for your sister? Anything? I know you do not want to. And she would be back for more no matter how much you give her. > I still have my fingers crossed for you to win the power-ball. I hope the Saints get a good draft and then pickup a couple of good older players in free agent market. > And build a good team for Drew's last couple of years and make a real run for the Superbowl again one more time. I still try and catch as many NBA games as possible. > And the playoffs start on the 14th of this month. I still have not picked a team to win as yet but I think it wont be the Toronto Raptors even if they are the number 1 one seed at this time. > > Write you again soon and keep getting better! > > k > Contrary to ordinary there is nothing like a dream to create the future! > > Kevin Stratton > Roatan Island Real Estate - Owner/Broker > johnst13@yahoo.com > Office: 011-504-2445-4168 > Cell: 011-504-9922-5638 > www.roatanislandrealestate.com > www.guanajasales.com > * Member of NAR > * Member Roatan Real Estate Association >  and Canabirh Association of Honduras > * Owner of Roatan Island Home Inspections >  for Construction and Home Inspections > * Fiberglass Swimming Pools<Ask Miles.jpg>