#if I dont want the risk of their piss on my shorts or dick

[meridianowl]

"yknow I like to consider myself able to peacefully coexist with others" I say with hubris

and then someone leaves the toilet lid up overall, "which is frankly ok I can just live with closing it after I use it, they dont worry about the data that says its more hygienic to do so" I say again with hubris

AND THEN some FUCKER who NEVER puts the seat back down because they presume the default state of a toilet is for the seat to be lifted up and left that way because THEY piss standing up is SURELY the way that others want it to be left, because SURELY everyone uses the restroom that way OR that others are just fine with constantly having to put the seat down after everytime a FUCKER has used the restroom.

its not a public restroom! it's where my home is! and you are not even my guest, you are my roommate's guest!

the rage contained within my burns with fury beyond the blackholes that litter our universe, and yet I am constrained and bound to some measure of peace.

[dirt-str1der]

Was thinking about my ideal kazu/maji okinawa date again and realised that i fucked up with the late night jellyfish sting piss romantic beach walk because it leaves no opening for majima to get incredibly sunburnt in addition to being stung by a jellyfish

[popculturebuffet]

Ducktales Reviews: The Trickening!

Halloween Havoc continues! Louie’s greed and lack of concern for his brother’s feelings or well thought out schedule leads them to a real life haunted house with vampire clowns, dummies, a scary well lady and a gelatinous cube. Because there’s’es always room for gelatinous cube. Meanwhile Della wants to use Launchpad’s dangerous misconceptions about halloween to traumatize children for funzies and Donald had a problem with that for some reason. Also Scrooge is kind of an asshole on Halloween it turns out. No one is suprised. Ghosts, goblins, and full review with spoilers under the cut. 

Happy halloween month everybody! Halloween Havoc, aka my spate of halloween reviews continues as I roll into my first actual halloween episode review of the season! Yeah weird but so far we’ve covered demons getting exorcisims, little girls thinking they can raise the dead, and a horrifying plauge guided by the human incarnation of all that is evil, but not the actual holliday itself. Weird ain’t it? Well that changes with this so as always pitter patter. 

It’s HALLOWEEN here in duckberg, and the mansion kids are planning Trick or Treating. Natural given Huey’s OCD, he has everything planned out a and naturally the kids all have unique and adorable costumes. Huey is gizmoduck, though with a GK instead of  GD, a nice nod to “New Gizmokids on the BLock’ From the original series, an episode I haven’t seen but have heard of so theres that. It’s also because he likely wants to be Fenton’s kid sidekick which.. yeah please do that show. It’d be so fucking adorable. Plus Huey needs to be happy for once without having to go through a gauntlet of misery first. Let my boy be happy. +

Anyways Dewey’s is rather disapointing as it’s a “pirate on vacation” which while hilarious and very dewey, is kind of an anti-climax after months of speculation. Webby is some kind of ancient demon king as apparently in the duckverse the origins of halloween are based on appeasing various monsters, and this is so she can hide from them effectively. And Louie.. is Huey. Which means putting on Huey’s hat and a terribly insulting impression of him. 

Meanwhile Donald and Della are an angel and a devil, with, which I didn’t realize until a tumblr post, Della’s costume being the one one of the boys wore in the classic disney trick or treat short. So that’s a nice nod. Donald wants to nicely give out candy while Della wants to terrify the children. Both end up disapointed as Scrooge instead boots everyone from the house and locks the mansion gates, as he doesn’t like giving out handouts which.. yeah that tracks. 

As it turns out Scrooge also has his own plans.. which are gloriously ludicrous, sounding like something Glomgold would do: He’s going to go trick or treating himself, as when he was a boy, this was the one time of year a poor lad like him could get treats and he worked his tail off to do so and wants to prove he’s still got it. And as we see later SOMEHOW he still gets candy. It’s like if THIS was actually sucessful. 

I would genuinely not be suprised if Scrooge too hadn’t tried to get an oil well from an elementary school this way. As for leaving candy out he leaves out an empty take one bowl which is as clever as it is douchey. So in other words Scrooge in a nutshell. So with handing out treats and scares at the house a non-option, Della and Donald go to see what Launchpad’s doing since Beakly.. is.. I have no fucking idea. NO I really don’t, she shows up for the ending, but before that? If they mentioned where she was I clearly missed it because she’s just.. missing for most of the episode and given every other member of the main cast is accounted for this episode, it’s VERY noticable. Give her more to do dangit!

So yeah we get our two plots, which i’ll cover seperately, then cover the ending where they dovetail together. Kay? Kay. 

The Kid’s Plot centers around Huey and Louie.. specifically Louie wanting to go to a real life haunted house while Huey, as mentinoed has heavily established plans for their night. As for why Louie would go into danger, well as usual for when he does that theirs something in it for him: Rumor has it no kid has ever made it out with their candy.. thus leaving decades worth of candy just waiting to be nabbed and thus never having to trick or treat again. One big score for a payoff.. which didn’t make a lot of sense on first thought and my best guest is whatever preservative Gyro used for Oxy Chew, since it was still edible decades later, was probably spread to other candies since there’s no way in hell Scrooge would pass up a zillion dollar invention like that. Either way works.  Huey is outvoted as Dewey naturally wants the excitment and Webby wants to see if her demon costume works on actual demons. However things quicklky go wrong as they ecoounter a dewey dummy and a killer dummy, as well as a monster clown and a gelatonous cube, which yes. I may not play DnD but I love these things. 

The kids escape the house by accident while tryign to escape and Louie, still being a dick about things, finds out Huey DID know abotu the stash btu avoided it and Louie lays into Huey.. a bit much honestly, feeling he was agaisnt it purely because it wasn’t on schedule.. when you know, Louie could’ve asked to put it on schedule or actually given a damn about this, especially since Huey’s planned their trick or treats EVERY YEAR, so he’s had a full year to ask for this insane idea, or even the short time he’s known about it if shorter. Sure huey might of sputtered a bit, but Louie knows his other siblings, Webby and Dewey could convince him to loosen up and include the house. Louie’s just being kind fo a selfish dick here.. however i’ts not so overwhelming as to overpower the episode, as he has been before and while he should know better about risking his family’s lives after “Timephoon!” it is in character for him to protiize a big score like this over other people’s feelings and it’s not even the first time this season he’s done that. So fair enough. 

But we soon get the second best reveal of the episode: As the kids are backed into a corner by monsters.. they grumble theres no candy and it turns out the monsters.. ARE REAL.. but their traditional monsters like frankenstein, dracula, and the bride of frankenstein, just dressed up like this to scare kids. As it turns out the WHOLE THING is an elaborate yearly scooby doo hoax to get kids candy, with the brilliant twist it’s done by actual monsters> As the vampire points out they can’t exactly shop during the day.. or he can’t at least, so this is how they get candy for the year.. at tribute if you will. Also the Gelationous Cube gets a nice hat as you see above. It’s a REALLY clever twist and I absolutely love it. I DID NOT see it coming and even with some spoiler screenshots I thankfully did not have it spoiled for me. REALLY good stuff. 

As for why Huey’s been so obessed with his planning.. it’s actually really clever and really good character stuff: Huey simply got really into it because back when they were with donald this WAS their adventure for the year: the one time he let them cut loose and have fun, and he got a real kick out of it.. and Louie getting candy for life kind of destroys that. And that’s why Louie still works here.. because he instnatly realizes from this that was the problem and apologizes in his own way. It’s a nice bit of character from both: We’ve rarely had their pre-mansion lives factor in and it’s nice to see it for a change, and it’s nice to see Louie isn’t all dick, just like 20% dick. Unforutnately having no candy dosen’t appease the monsters who are pissed and descend on the kids.. until.. well for the until we have to back up a bit.  So onto the adult plot we go! Della and Donald go to Launchpad whose dressed in a jason mask and ash williams/jason coveralls, weilding a power sander and having barricaded his place. After he scares some children, a bit too much, and Della and Donald are reallyd amn confused, he explains.. and we get the best reveal of the episode.. which given the above is saying something but it’s clear like the “blath” gag in “Astro BOYD” and the non-anthro ducks gag last week, this is one of those things Frank has been keeping under his hat all series.  So as a boy Launchpad crashed his tryke into the mansion, ran into the monsters after reading off a candy wrapper.. and now assumes he unleashed a horde of monsters onto the world every halloween.. and tha’ts what he assumes the trick or treaters are. I just .. dont’ have a lto of words. This is pure comedy gold and easily the best gag of the episode and oen fo the best of the series. It’s clever, fresh, and really fits the character. Naturally Della wants to exploit this to terrify children ebcause she has underlying issues to adress while Donald tries to stop her. Thankfully before Della can get launchpad to scar children for life, Scrooge shows up and fights launchpad.. it’s part of why I also find scrooge’s dickery acceptable as launchpad beats the shit out of him.. it’s still an even fight, as not to suspend disbelief, but Scrooge still looses. I mean he gets out of being trapped in his candy bag easily because scrooge btu still, props to launchpad. So Launchpad decides to go face his fears and Donald and Della decide to stop him before he doesd a muder on a child.  Which leads to an AMAZING climax as Launchpad scooby doo chases the scared monsters around as they have no idea what the fuck’s going on and hte monsters end up really enjoying his scar eof htem and bowing to the master. It’s a good way to end it. After Della explains what’s going on, Louie and Huey decide to explain halloween to Launchpad by taking him to the once house he hasn’t been: the Manor. Scrogoe has finally opened it up, with a line of kids no less, the monsters bond with some kids in line. As for why.. as Webby sadly figures out Scrooge is charging admission, thakns to dewey who thought an all night candy store was a good idea which.. yeah it is. So everyone gets a happye ending and the monsters hang a photo of hte night up in the mansion. A really sweet ending, pun uintended but eh it’s welcome. 

Final Thoughts.  Easily one fo the series best. While the characters are a bit exagerated in places, i.e. della, launchpad , scrooge and louie, it works for the plot well enough and the jokes well enough to make it okay. My only real complaint is a lack of even a cameo from Lena and Violet, as it feels weird to not even have htem in the ending, much less trick or treating with their friends. It just feels odd and could’ve used a throaway line. I get WHY not , as Lena even pre-blue would’ve destoryed the tension with the monsters, but it still feeels really weird to not have them. But it’s a minor quibble in an otherwise REALLY funny and creative episode and a fun halloween treat to revist every year from now on. Really good work.  That does it for this week. For more halloween treats, follow this blog throughout october. So far i’ve done reviews of Demonicsim from Star Vs The Forces of Evil for Tomtober, Croaked, the Casagrandes day of the dead Special and the first of Marvel’s mini-series adapting Stephen’ King’s epic novel The Stand. And until next monday, or sooner if you decide to check any of that out, happy halloween!

[nanabrainrot]

Is there anyway you can write a NSFW with Arthur? Like him coming back from being in Arkham and the reader noticing how more confident and rough he is now than he was before ? 💖

Of course! Here you go 😙 I made the reader a bit obsessive and unstable hope u dont mind uwu. This is a female reader but after practicing if you’d like a male version I can oblige! Sorry this blog is moving a bit slow my university is being a pain and I’m trying to do a lot at once! I hope u all understand please enjoy this work 💖 sorry for the wait again!

Arthur Fleck x F!Reader

Prior To

When Arthur was taken away, you knew well within you this would not be your last goodbye. Arthur was no Einstein, that may be true, but he was smart in a different way. Apparently, he was smart enough to escape Arkham Asylum, which you found out at about 4:44am, hearing some slunking around in your living room and nearly pissing yourself in fear that no one lived with you for some months and there was a burglar. You rolled over, onto Arthur’s side of the bed for the first time in a few weeks, and reaching a cautious hand under your bed to slip out a recently purchased metal baseball bat. You were no heavy hitter, but living alone was a frightening situation in Gotham, so a bat was a common household item to the solitary Gotham dweller.

The burglar, as far as you heard, was humming in your living room. Cocky asshat, you thought, stomach churning at the thought of facing some psycho outside your bedroom door. You heard them plop heavily on your sofa, lowly singing the lyrics to “Lollipop” by the Cordettes as they turned on a M*A*S*H special. “Is this cocksucker really holing up on my couch? Out of every couch in Gotham...?” you whispered so low you could barely hear yourself. People rarely spoke to you, no less ever heard you mention your spare key over your door frame in the hall; be it a risk, but there had to be a spare, in case at some point, at any point in your hopeful heart of hearts that Artie came home. You didn’t take him being taken away well, of course you cried hard, same as you wept when he confessed he killed three men on the night rail, when you watched Murray Franklin mock him, when you knew a part of Arthur was lost and would never be recovered, or, as some part of you thought, that this sick rendition of Arthur Fleck was a horrible facade of what he was meant to be. And that you foolishly fell for a man that was shy and sweet, and stayed in love with the very man who became the opposite.

Before he left to go to the Murray Franklin Show, you made love, as you stupidly called it. When he touched you, you could feel he loved you, adored you, was enamoured with the curve of your neck as his hand tightened around your throat, as he fucked you raw in the doorway where he killed Randall (where you told him to shower and bleached the tile and cut raw flesh the first time and spit in the garbage bag you put him in for pestering your Arthur, your sweetheart Artie). He was growing into himself more. After he left for Murray, you were not there to see the end result of Joker. You still refuse to call him by that name. You may love Joker, but he was not the man you fell in love with years ago. That was a special love. That was a love you often hoped to feel again.

The bat was cold in your grip, your hands brandishing it so tightly your knuckles were scary white. You could kill a man if you wanted. You had never laid a hand on anyone. The only sick thing you ever did was be an accomplice for Artie. You didn’t feel much when you put a meat cleaver through Randall’s thighs, grunting with stress as “I Love Lucy” blasted through the apartment, a little lower in volume than Arthur singing in the shower, “I’m singing in the raaaiinnn!” You could kill a man if you wanted. You could kill a man if you wanted. You could kill a man if you wanted. You could kill a man if you wanted —

SLAM

The door was wide open and you burst into the living room, bat behind your head, ready to concave some sick fuck’s skull, but, of all things, you were not ready to see him. Him of all people. Your Arthur Fleck of every man in Gotham to sit, unphased, legs wide and bearing some random sweats you’ve never seen him wear, gray and outlining his semihard cock. His shirt is tossed on the back on your new sofa, an addition to your redecorating of your apartment since he left — was taken from you, he didn’t leave, he’d be crazy to fucking leave you of all people.

You stood there blankly. The stance of a warrior with a bat behind their head was gone, replaced with a meek and lost person, calm arms just — holding a baseball bat there. Not a thought in your head had passed. Was this a dream? Another dream like that one almost every night where you pushed the thought of Arthur away all day to dream of him all night and wake up shaking at 4am again, sweaty and sniffling on a pillow wet with tears. When Arthur was taken, you wallowed in shitty pity for a week or two before literally forcing yourself to do anything but think of him, some things were unhealthy and scary but a lot of healthy hobbies came of it. You ignore the time you were so angry with the world that you sat in your room, thinking of a way to fucking murder Hoyt or go and buy a shotgun with your paycheck’s leftovers.

The bat clattered to the ground and you dove into his lap, leaping over your nice new coffee table, organized to the T with a nice assortment of magazines (hidden under the log cabin homes one were about 7 gun magazines. Fantasizing. Fantasizing), sending magazines and the clean ashtray (that was left unused for months without him) to the floor. He catches you, letting out a happy cackle, grabbing and jostling your bodies side to side as you hugged, nuzzling your head into his neck, gripping him so close you wish you would fuse together so you wouldn’t have to part.

“Someone miss me, huh?” he giggles, his hair in his eyes as you grabbed at his face to cup it and feel every inch of his skin — oh how you missed just looking at his handsome face all day long. “A little... or a lot. Okay, like a lot a lot,” you grinned hard at him, drinking up every bit of his face smiling back at you. You loved just feeling him which may have been a big part of why your separation made you so volatile. Every night you slunk into his arms, never more a foot away if you could help it, like a loyal dog. And then every night, as tired as the day made you both, you, no more and no less, made love. Every single night. Often in the mornings, a habit you never seemed to shake as you lived with that gnawing anxiety that he could die any day and you wouldn’t touch him before he left.

His hands, calloused and big, scraped as your sides, expressions softened and glazed with an emotion you recall seeing on his face often: love. Not lust as it was many nights, but love. It just looked... different this time. You understood in a way. Watched him become some weird alternate to what he was like when you first met, when you first made love, timid and quiet, in the dark to a scratchy love song on a record. Frank Sinatra’s “That Old Black Magic” as he panted in your ear then sloppily kissed you hard as he filled you with cum.

“Take this shirt off, dear,” he purrs, leaning back to watch you eagerly pull it over your head. Your new graphic tee is added to the pile of disgarded coffee table items, beside the gun magazine and covering the ashtray, and you sit on his lap, staring him down with a bare heaving chest like this desperation was truly comparable to dying if you didn’t ride his dick in two minutes to the T. “Shorts off,” he growls with a stupid smirk. You stand up, nearly tripping over the scattered items as you hurry to tear off the shorts. You stood there nude, eyes wild and hair ruined by your tossing and turning from another nightmare.

You didn’t move yet, didn’t climb into his lap for comfort after not just a long day, week, or month, but God knows how long. You just stared at him, nude, face lit only from the light of the television behind you, the laugh track ringing in your ears. You could look at Arthur for a week straight and it still wouldn’t be enough; so you stared at the dark brown hair that was a bit greasy, glossed over green eyes, the rough stubble that had some grays poking through, and relished in the fact that he was all yours.

“Can I take off your pants, Arthur?” you asked timidly. He grinned a broad smile at you and nodded, eyes following you slinking to your knees on the floor, shaking like a leaf, waiting to wake up at 4am in a lonesome bed as another rainy day taunts you with the knowledge another day passed without Arthur Fleck. Instead, the cotton of his sweatpants lulled down as your hands tugged it down, staring at his cock as it sprung upwards, his cheap boxers lowered with the gray sweatpants. You look up at him, the real Arthur, your real Arthur, and spit up a forced, “May I lick it?”

His hand strings through your hair and pulls your hair back, exposing the goosebumps on your neck, and grits a dark, “Beg first, baby.” And you do. You grovel at him with big pleading eyes, leaning your head on his right thigh, gawking at his pulsing cock and close enough that your breath hits it. “Please, Artie. I’m begging you to let me suck your dick. You can fuck my throat dry, cum in eye, whatever, let me suck it, Arthur, please.” It sounds like a weak, deprived sob when you say it, like a man begging for water after a week lost in the Sahara. When your eyes glance up, he looks down at you with such happy eyes you almost feel like this groveling is ingrained in you, an essential to your guide to loving Arthur Fleck: hand him the power. Give Arthur the leash and let him yank on it like a submissive dog, like he’s your fucking owner.

The sound of his feet removing themselves from the pool of fabric and you feel some force as he pushes your head back off him, leaving you sitting up and heaving like you’re on fire. He lies down, his head on the arm of the loveseat, the ankles of his feet on the opposite arm of loveseat. His hand is moving up and down his cock and he lulls his head to the left, to look at you and the television before licking his lips and prompting, “Suck it while you sit on my face. I’m just starving, babydoll.” And you oblige, eager to please, bumbling clumsily as you prop your calves against the arm his head rests upon and lower yourself, just a bit to stare at it, memorize it, recall the way it felt in and out of you in his red suit in the doorway before he was sent to Arkham. The memorization comes to an end when you feel a tongue lick from your clit to your hole. The groan leaves you before you realize this is real, this is realer than real, this wasn’t some sick dream that left you high and dry.

As he buries his tongue in you, you wrap your lips around his cock, spitting some saliva on it to wet it for you. Often, oral was a brief foreplay before you two couldn’t stand it and made brutal love, fucking like if you could get any closer you’d just become one and never have to be separate again. Unfortunately, feeling him burying his face in your folds and feeling him in your throat for the first time in so long, you popped his length out of your mouth and begged, tears in your eyes, “Fuck’s sake Arthur, please just shove it in me!” The waiting game always left you a sore loser.

He chuckles into your cunt, giving it one last, long lick, and instructing, “Ride me then. Ride me like the last time we did this, babydoll.” He meant rough. The last time you rode him you could practically feel your cervix bruising, hands so tight on his shoulders they were a hue of purple the next morning, and crying as you both made lengthy eye contact because a part of you felt that time would be the last time the man you fell in love with would be that close to you. It hurt to remember because, in that moment, you were right.

And now, you rode him, gripping his shoulders so hard they would be a purple hue the next morning, his eyes blown wide as his hand smacked your ass with a force that would leave the skin raw. When you took each other’s virginity years ago, he shook like an autumn leaf, still fragile to the touch and ready to crumple at any moment, and now you made love to a man that was fresh out of Arkham for a completely different reason. You felt your cervix being pummeled; the uncomfortable feeling of it fed into the reality, the vast difference of your fanciful dreams. You love him and he loves you, you love each other with the same love of an alcoholic loving his Grey Goose and at the same time the love of a woman and her garden. Tender and simultaneously implosive. And God forbid this beautiful disaster ever ends.

“I love you! I love you! I love you, Arthur!” you cry out, coming to the brink as he holds your hips so tight you fear he may break you and his hips ram into yours as the ending of the 2nd re-run of your television show plays in the back. “I missed you, babydoll,” he grins slyly, something devious in his eye as his grip tightened to a vice grip and his pace slowed, “and I missed this too.”

He cums inside you. The next episode’s opening plays. The deja vu hits you like a semi and this moment wakes you from a coma. (Bittersweet) You kiss him gently and he kisses you back gently. The first actually tender motion of the night. He loves you under the facade of aggression, as he fucked you like a dog trying to impregnate a bitch in heat.

That was the first of many differences when Arthur Fleck comes home.

When you wake up, it isn’t 4am, the bed isn’t empty, and the rain isn’t the boring drizzle but a raging lightning storm that the forecast predicts will run all day. As you stare out the window, Arthur’s grasp tightens as a sore reminder you both missed one another and you didn’t want to know who missed the other more because if he missed you as much as you missed him then you might as well cry until Hell freezes over. He can do whatever he wants to your body as a brutalizing reminder that you’d sift through years in purgatory if it means coming home to Joker Arthur every night.

Your Arthur isn’t the man he was and some days it is more okay than others.

[lahelable]

Cardiac Arrest

Inspiration: Open Heart from Choices

Pairing: MC x Bryce but also some jealous angst from Ethan

Description: A one shot after Chapter 10. The Open Heart MC (Lottie) has returned to Edenbrook after visiting Miami with Ethan Ramsey.

Author Note: In this version, MC is romancing Bryce and, although she respects and likes Ethan, she is beginning to realise that he is a bit of a dick! Sorry Ethan stans!

Lottie

My eyes opened lazily and I smiled at being back in my own room again. The trip to Miami was fun... well, it was good but I'm not sure if fun is the right word.

It definitely wasn't as awkward as I'd imagined. I'd envisioned uncomfortable silences with Dr Ramsey, or even worse - him criticising everything I did. I expected "Keep your voice down Rookie. This isn't spring break," or "Rookie, are you really going to wear that? It's rather short." 

But, for the most part, it was actually nice getting to know Ethan a little. We definitely had a few moments where I noticed him looking at my legs, or he leaned too far in as he whispered to me.

However, it was all harmless flirtation; a few silly moments on a little vacation away in sunny Miami. What happens in Miami... I shake my head and laugh. Nothing happened! Although I had a strange feeling Ethan wanted it to. 

But none of that mattered. I was eager to get up and ready, and head off to work. Mostly because I love my job but a part of me also really missed Bryce. He'd texted me a cute message while I was away, hoping I was having a good time. It had made me smile after a long day. I'm not sure what we have, but whatever it is is fun and exciting. I need his positivity in my life. 

It was mid-morning before I saw the cheeky surgeon. He sidled up to me as I was checking a patient's biopsy report at the nurses' station.

"Hey there, Dr Bedford," he winked, leaning on the desk. "Long time no see."

I grinned at his easy nature and cocksure smirk.

"Hey there yourself, Dr Lahela. Have you missed me?" I joked.

"Yes," he said, holding my gaze. I blushed. I didn't expect such a straight answer. A joke or flirtatious comment, sure. "Did you, ah... did you miss anyone at all?" He flipped his hair in a supposedly nonchalant way.

I laughed.

"Well, I did miss Regina," I nodded toward the friendly nurse who was trying not to look like she was listening to us, but she smiled at that comment. Bryce's face fell for a fraction of a second and I couldn't bear to do this to him.

"Of course i missed you," I admitted and he grinned widely. I swatted his arm with my file. "Happy?"

"Extremely," he winked and went to walk off. "Although I wasnt worried. How could you not miss this?" He stretched his arms out wide and shrugged.

"Watch it!"

Bryce walked backwards into another doctor.

"Hey man, I'm sor-"

"Just watch where you're walking." It was Ethan. I mean... Dr Ramsey. "Rookie, my office, now."

I shot Bryce an apologetic glance, but he looked a bit pissed off. Ramsey guided me towards the elevator.

As the doors closed and the lift began to move, he cleared his throat.

"I dont know how you put up with him."

I turned, stunned into confused silence for a moment.

"What?"

"The surgical intern. Hes too full of himself."

"Well... hes just confident. He's a good guy." I swallowed, hard. I was not happy with him putting Bryce down and wished to hell the conversation would be over. "What did you want me for, anyway?"

The elevator dinged for the 5th floor and he strode out towards his office. Flustered, I almost had to jog to keep up with him.

"Sit," he commanded as he closed the door behind me. Well, I for one knew who I thought was the most annoying one around here and it wasnt Bryce. Huffing internally, I sat anyway.

Ethan leaned against his desk with his back to me. He gazed out of the window and stroked his face, his fingers rubbing his stubbled cheeks thoughtfully.

"In Miami," he began, turning to face me slightly, "we were... unprofessional."

I waited for him to continue. I was intrigued where this was heading as I didn't recall any unprofessionalism.

He sighed, and I noticed that he hadn't looked directly at me once.

"That surgeon, is he..." he turned back to the window. "Are you and he...?"

My mind reeling, I shook my head, even though he couldnt see.

"Dr Ramsey, you're confusing me. When were we anything but professional? And what has Bryce got to do with anything?"

He suddenly perked up slightly, and looked me deeply in the eyes.

"Bryce? Is that his name, the surgeon?"

"Do you ever answer anyone else's questions?" I stood up, irritated by his deflections, but also not wanting to risk my job by staying here any longer. I was ready to yell at my boss. "I better leave."

"Wait, Rookie-"

I span around, and couldnt keep the anger out of my voice.

"My name is Lottie! Not Rookie! If anyone is being unprofessional here, it is not me!"

I slammed the door on my way out.

Bryce

It had been three days since I'd seen her. Trying to not be that guy, I'd only texted her once while she was in Miami, but I'd sneakily done it at 10pm on the first night to test if she was with him or not. She'd answered pretty much straight away, putting my mind at rest. Not that I thought she was the type to just... it was more... him. Dr Ramsey. And I know she liked him. I'm not sure if it was a sexual thing but she definitely looked up to him and with puppy dog eyes, no less. I just imagined that sleezeball.. inviting her there because he knew she'd be impressed and then flattering her and showing off and then trying to... ugh. I couldnt think about it. 

It was 10.30am when I finally got out of surgery and saw her standing in front of the nurses' station, looking at a file, her forehead furrowed as she chewed absentmindedly on a pen. Part of me wanted to kiss that furrow away and part of me wanted to be that pen. I sneaked up to her as quietly as possible and turned the Lahela charm up to 10.

"Hey there, Dr Bedford. Long time no see."

She grinned as she looked up at me, and my insides felt all warm and fuzzy. This chick was doing things to me, man.

"Hey there yourself, Dr Lahela," she smiled. "Have you missed me?"

"Yes." I wanted to be honest with her. Joking's cool and fun, but I needed her to know that I did miss her. I just hoped she felt the same. I knew I could be... overbearing sometimes, and some people can't handle my confidence, but I felt something from Lottie. I knew she liked me as much as I liked her and the little blush that crept across her cheeks confirmed it. But there was no harm in checking. "Did you miss anyone at all?" I said, nonchalantly as if I wasnt really interested in the answer. 

"Well, I did miss Regina," she bit her lip and looked at the nurse who was busy working. I tried not to look too bothered but then she grinned and said, "Of course i missed you." That was all I wanted to hear. She smacked my arm. "Happy?" 

"Extremely." I grinned, and began to leave: now I had her confession that she couldn’t live without me - well, not exactly, but it was only a matter of time. I held out my arms as I backed away. "Although I wasn’t worried. How could you not miss this?"

"Watch it!"

I felt someone ram into me, hard.

"Hey man, I'm sor-"

"Just watch where you're walking." Fuck's sake. It was him. Ramsey. The only person who could sour my mood. "Rookie, my office, now."

I looked at Lottie. How could she let him talk to her like that? A small part of me expected her to stand up for herself bit of course, she didn't. She's a teacher's pet and she pretty much loves him. What a dick.

I watched as he gently pressed a hand against her lower back and walked her to the elevator. Talks to her like shit and he still gets to touch her. Shit is fucked up, man.

I counted to 10 under my breath as I headed to the canteen.

Ethan

My eyes flickered open and I sighed. I had fallen asleep in my office on the couch again. I rubbed a hand across my face and checked the time. 5am. 

I'd spent most of yesterday evening, as soon as we'd got back to Edenbrook, researching a possibly cure for sepsis that Nash had given me. Today I was going to begin trying it out on Naveen.

After getting showered and selecting a clean suit from the wardrobe in my office - I had long since accepted that I would spend most nights here - I got to work on the new cocktail of drugs. I didn't expect results for a while so went on a walk around the wards to check on some patients. 

As I walked down one corridor, I heard a familiar voice. Lottie. I took a deep breath, I'd been unprofessional in Miami by drinking with Lottie, getting close to her and, on one occassion which should never be repeated, I moved in for a kiss which she did not respond to and instead she gave me a good night hug. 

"Of course I missed you..."

Who was she talking to? I got closer to the corner to listen in

Then I heard that cocky surgical intern's voice as he headed towards me.

"Although I wasnt worried. How could you not miss this?"

I stepped around the corner at the same time as he walked backwards into me. I hoped it hurt. He span around quickly as I barked a gruff warning.

"Hey man, I'm sor-"

Man? I'm not his man.

"Just watch where you're walking." I had no time for this idiot. I walked straight up to Lottie. "Rookie, my office, now."

It probably came out ruder than I intended but my goal was to get her away from him. That, and I think we needed to talk before she blabbed about our - admittedly, my - unprofessional behaviour.

I knew the surgeon was still watching us so I made sure to place my hand on Lottie's back.

A subtle 'beware' which, even as I did it, I regretted. It was this kind of behaviour that had me worrying all morning. It was obvious to me that I felt more for this intern than I should, but I really shouldn't be making it obvious to anyone who could see. It was just that surgeon... he riled me. How could you not miss this? Ugh. Such a cocky bastard. Maybe I needed to have a word with Dr Tavener about him.

"I dont know how you put up with him." I blurted out as soon as we were safely behind the elevator doors. Another thing to regret. I was creating a long list of these incidents since I'd met her.

She looked at me with a hint of annoyance in her eyes.

"What?"

"The surgical intern. Hes too full of himself." Couldnt she see it?

"Well... hes just confident. He's a good guy."

I paused, thinking about how I could warn Rookie about over confident pricks without being too personal, but she saved me from another regrettable comment by asking "What did you want me for, anyway?"

The elevator reached my floor and I walked quickly towards my office. Another save. I didn't know how to answer her question. There were so many things I wanted to know from her. Did she really not want to kiss me? And why? I shook my head at the thought. It couldn't have happened anyway. I was her boss! Maybe that was the reason, that was why she didn't kiss me.

I didn't look at her as she entered, I just closed the door behind her and asked her to sit.

I looked out of the window at the city that sprawled below us.

"In Miami," I turned to her but could only look at her knees, covered with the blue scrubs, "we were... unprofessional."

She didn't respond, but I guess it wasn't a question. But still, why does she make this so hard? I needed to ask the question that had been burning inside me ever since I saw them last week outside the supply closet, giggling and leaning into each other.

"That surgeon, is he..." I had to turn away so she couldnt see the blush. "Are you and he...?"

"Dr Ramsey, you're confusing me. When were we anything but professional?" I could sense the rising panic in her voice. "And what has Bryce got to do with anything?"

Bryce. So that was his name. I had heard of him; the superstar surgical intern who was flying solo already. So that's what he had to offer. That's what piqued her interest.

"Bryce? Is that his name, the surgeon?" Now I had a name, I could definitely speak to Tavener.

Her face clouded over and she flung herself out of the chair.

"Do you ever answer anyone else's questions?" She seethed, opening the door. "I better leave."

No! We hadn't discussed anything, my mind was an absolute mess.

"Wait, Rookie-"

She turned back to me, anger evident on her face. I'd never seen her so annoyed.

"My name is Lottie!" She growled. "Not Rookie! If anyone is being unprofessional here, it is not me!"

She slammed the door, hard, and left me, open mouthed, on the edge of the desk. The realisation dawned on me. She was absolutely right. It was all me. It was all my fault.

[fantasyizlife]

My Savagez Part 4

My Savagez Part 4

Paring: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield x reader (AU)

Summary: Tom, Haz and Y/N are in a loveship built so uniquely by your own three beating hearts no one could break it apart. But what happens when buried past don't stay buried? Will your love survive? Will you survive? How much of their past is going to test and take from each of you? Only time and endurance will tell.

Side note: Loosely based off of the movie Savages

Word count: My first 5K plus!!!

Warnings: angst and smut..pretty much all of part 4. 18 and older type of vibe

The restaurant was beyond exotic. Of course they reserved the only private room at triple the cost to bump the already held table. My eyes were wide as we were led down a tunnel underneath the ocean. All around us swam colorful tropical fish and we were bathed in blue light that danced across every surface. I paused taking the natural beauty. I touched the glass and the fish seemed as they wanted me to pet them. I felt a tug on my dress as Haz nodded for me to keep walking. I peeked up at him trying to hide my questioning eyes, we really didn't speak after I made the joke that he had a tiny penis. I mean he had to know it was a joke, right? He's definitely not lacking in that department. But I figured if he was fine with it he would have joked back by now. He picked me up midwalk and spun me around until I begged him to stop.

“You stop it y/n" he said setting me back down on wobbly legs. He held me still in his arms as the waiter and Tom kept walking. “Your taking so much in and analyzing it to death, tell I'm wrong" he smirked. I let out a breath in omittance of defeat as his sky blue eyes sparkled.  

“I told you, Tom respects honesty. I knew he wouldn't be upset, at least with you.” he said raising his eyebrows at me. He lifted my chin to meet his eyes only brightened by our surroundings. “He wasn't thrilled that we connected the way we did in the heat of the moment but he understood, hell he might have taken that risk with you himself...except well, Tom is more clear headed about matters like that. He's never impulsive. Well, until you came along anyways" he smiled wrinkling his nose. “He’s smitten with you, same as I.” he said so sweet.

“I'm more afraid that I offended you Harrison, my tiny comment was meant as a joke because I was pissed that you kept laughing at it all and Tom was looking panicked” I said feeling stupid

“Angel in order to be offended I would have to be insecure of my dicks size" he said pressing his hands against the glass on both sides of my face, trapping me in his Haziness. “We both know my dick size is anything but tiny, right love?” he whispered rubbing his cool nose over my right cheekbone. “Yes Harrison, your right” I swallowed hard as Tom cleared his throat breaking me from Hazs spell. I laughed as he turned me towards Tom and smacked my ass hard earning him a yelp.

“There, I accept your apology” he laughed back. “Tom has a punishment as well, don't ya mate?” he said as they squished me in between them even though the rounded booth could fit 12 people easily. The waitress approached and took our drink orders as she ogled both Tom and Haz. I didn't mind, they were both beautiful sights to behold. I watched the fish swimming freely about trying to calm my nerves as they disagreed on what bottle of what to buy, they decided on a few. I laughed to myself wondering if that is how I would have been when it came time to pick Tom or Haz. I would have never been able to make that choice. And thanks to my savagez both picking me, I'd never have to.

“What's funny” Tom said running his fingers over my bare left knee. I shook my head but he wasn't having it. “Tell me or I'll punish you right here on this table, I promise on that princess” his wicked smile made my mouth drop open in protest. He wasn’t kidding.

“Tom its it's not fair I get punished for all that between me and Haz, I didn't know you had a deal!” I said innocently and truthfully. He raised his unruly left eye brow and licked his lips looking at Haz. He gave me a big smile.“I'm not punishing you sweetheart, it's Haz who's going to be punished, you've done nothing wrong y/n" Tom said in a seductive tone as he pushed my hair away from my face and brushed his thumb over my lip. “I can't wait to taste these lips baby”

“Then why wait Tommy” I breathed out melting into him.

The waitress came setting our bottles of Dom Perignon and Armand De Brignac in buckets of ice. She stood there watching our exchange waiting for our order “Because once I start, I won't fucking stop until this whole island knows the way my name sounds from your voice and that you are mine" he said kissing the left side of my neck. My face was flush and I  whimpered at the loss of contact as did our beautiful waitress. Her and I made eye contact and we girls laughed together as we both felt embarrassed. She looked to Haz and asked if he wanted to sample anything on or off the menu winking at him. I had to hand it to her, she had huge lady sized coconut balls for that!

“Can you fill our glasses love?” Haz asked keeping his eyes on the menu as all three of us stared at him. She stood tall and confident as he licked his lips and rolled his fingertips in circles over his now full flute. She knew he was worth the wait and didn't falter as he looked her up and down. He leaned towards her asking sexy “Can I really have anything in this room I want?” She nodded yes leaning towards him, making sure she gave him plenty of her breast to look at. “Humm, and could I have it right here on this table?” Haz asked in a deep dark tone. The beautiful waitress let out a confident and excited yes! Haz gave her his million dollar smile and pulled me into his body. “Her, I want Y/N, right here on this table. Can I have that" he smirked at her open mouth. Tom slid his hand higher underneath my short cocktail dress and rubbed his rough fingers in thoughtful circles. “Same for me, brilliant ideal Haz!” Tom said shooting her a look that said fuck off and she stomped away calling them assholes. I sat there wide eyed, stunned at what just happened.

They were still laughing it off when the head of the kitchen came over apologizing about her behavior and took our orders. I was refilling my third glass when Tom stopped me. “You have to sip this slower sweetheart, you’ll see soon enough, trust me” I pouted as our meal started to arrive one course at a time. “ You can have all your heart desires soon as dinner is over, I promise” I swallowed my first bite contemplating what he could have meant with those words. They made small talk as we got through dinner. I was lost in Haz and Tom land, watching the fish swim around us wondering what was coming next.  

“What's on your mind angel?" Haz asked as I stared at the ocean that circled us. I was learning fast that I couldn't hide much from these men. So out my thoughts tumbled fast and almost in a fit of giggles! Must be the bubbly combined with nerves.

“Do you guys share women all the time?  If that answer is yes, how many times?”..I trailed off “Should I even ask that? Is it at the same time or do you take turns? Do you watch one another?... That's kinda weird,HOT,but creepy,right? Maybe not, am I naughty for thinking that! I'll have to think more about that... What do you guys expect from me? What do you want from me? Am I supposed to choose one of you and not both? Holy shit, I really didn't think this out did I?” My heart was hammering in my chest. I gulped down my drink and eyed them at my right and left. Their eyes were wide and both were stifling a laugh. “I just said ALL that out loud didn't I?” the heat crept up my face and I wanted to run. I hid my face in my hands. WHY WAS I SO AWKWARD! I knew they wouldn't let me up so I sank lower in my seat and was ready to crawl like hell to get away.

“No you dont” Tom said said grabbing my upper arm. “We can't answer them questions if you run from them y/n and they are perfectly normal to ask" he said sincerely looking into my eyes. His beautiful eyes were the color of whiskey when the sunlight shines through it. He helped me sit up and tilted my face to his. “I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous, this is all so new" I said small wanting to start this all over.

“So are we y/n,it's why well get through it together" Haz said kissing my bare shoulder. He traced my neckline as Tom offered an answer never breaking eye contact.

“No y/n, Haz and I have never shared a woman. In ANY way. We barely have time for anything outside of what we do for a living. Which is why stumbling upon you threw us both off. I won't speak for Haz but I can tell you I felt protective of you the moment I seen how scared you were on that bed after the way we met. I've spent so long hating this world and all the ugly in it I forgot that life is sweet and beautiful, just like you y/n" he held my hand in his lap taking a deep breath. “Do I want to share you?” he exhaled and his lips twitched before he downed his champagne “Fuck no” he said possessively looking at Haz than me “But I know what our jobs require of us and there will be long periods of time when I'm gone and unreachable, so will Haz" I looked at our hands intertwined and he brought my eyes back to his.”There's no one I trust more in this world than him. When I'm gone, he'll be there. When's he's gone. I'll be there. You will always be protected Y/N. We will never leave you alone and we can focus on staying alive knowing your safe and waiting for us at home” he said kissing my forehead. He let my hand go as he refilled both our empty glasses. I brushed his hands needing one more tiny detail.

“What happens during the in between times when were all together, like now?” I smile still thinking of a Tom and Haz sandwich. Tom raised his eyebrows at me “I don't share y/n" he said as if it finalized the deal. I shook my head, not even close to done boss. “I dont cheat Tom, but if I'm equally yours and Harrisons we have to agree to all the terms before we seal this deal, yeah?” I wink at him using his words against him. Haz laughed with me as our final course arrived and it was one giant lava cake for us to share. HOW FITTING. I held out my hands to use this as demonstration. I took his and Harrisons spoon away and held mine up. His eyes grew dark knowing this was a challenge as he smiled. “So here we are, all three of us, one place, all hungry for one thing, yet we only have one spoon to fulfill our need, right?” I took a giant scoop and placed it against my lips. I closed my eyes and moaned at the delicious flavor assaulting my taste buds. As I opened them Haz took a lick of the same bit  I was hovering mid air and let out his own moan. “I know, amazing right?” I asked winking at him. He pulled me towards him and Tom was quick to get control back by grabbing the spoon and growling like a defeated brat “FINE” he put the entire desert in front of him unwilling to share it as he offered his solution yet again “Well work out a schedule, 7 days in a week gives us an even 3 a piece and 1 to ourselves or whatever.” he said so NOT happy. I didn’t dare laugh at how cute he was.

“We don't need a schedule mate, I can honestly say for the first time in our lives your over stressing on this.” he met Tom's gaze and they spoke that quiet exchange that seem to calm him down “Why don't we just go with the flow and trust one other to be respectful and understanding towards each other? It sure beats watching the clock strike midnight on the days she better not be a minute late to my side" he laughed as he tapped his watch looking at me.

“Your such a div" laughed Tom “That makes more sense, but I’m still not sharing this lava cake"

“Thank you Hazzi for making me feel like an adult and not a child in a custody battle" I giggled as Tom's face turned red.

“I can do both darling, say I can't and I'll pull you over my knee right here and now" he cooed in my ear “I promise you'll love my spankings so much that you'll beg for more" He swirled his glass waiting for me to challenge him back. I shook my head no as the waiter approached us offering his services.

“No thank you, we have plenty of surprises waiting for us" Haz said giving the man his full smile. “Can you have some more of these bottles sent back to our place please?” He shook his head and wished us all a pleasant evening. I grabbed the last of the bubbly, drinking as we went.

Tom led the way back through the tunnel and into the growing crowd as I he held my hand tight to his back. Haz had both hands on my hips making it well known who we all were with as we moved through the sea of dancing bodies. We found a open spot at the bar. Tom patted the bar stool and I took that as my command to sit. He and Haz scanned our surroundings more than enough times to keep a queen safe.I looked at them as an outsider like the others did. There were lots of eyes on us, men were caught looking at me and quickly moved on the moment they were caught by one of them. I sipped my fifty thousand dollar bottle of champagne and watched women eye fuck them both. A few were bold enough to call out to them. They stood out even dressed down. Tom had on a fitted black shirt with white buttons and black shorts to match, topped by a sixty thousand dollar piece of wrist art known as the Piaget Altiplano Skeleton watch. Everything stood out on Tom, but his tan skin made this watch shine without a diamond in it. Harrison wore a all black button up shirt but left it open to show his pale blue thin tank top underneath. My eyes lingered on him longer just now noticing he was well put together. Haz liked to be noticed. He had on a long platinum chain with a diamond axe attached to it. My eyes bulged at his Cartier two hundred and forty thousand dollar watch and he gave me his million dollar smile. I leaned over to look at it better and nearly fell off the bar stool. He caught me and rested my back against the edge of the bar as Tom took away my nearly empty bottle with a scowl at just how empty it was. He demanded I have only water to the bartender handing him a nice to tip to ensure he complied. I was too caught up on Haz to argue.

“Like what you see angel” he said loud over the music. I shook my head and grabbed the back of his hair as he bit his lip in reaction. I started to rock my hips to the beat of “Bom bidi bom” by Nick Jonas the music making me want to let loose NOW I started to dance, my body was always led by music, it was in my blood after all.

“Fuck me.. Mate can we just go already?” he pleaded with Tom trying his best to not look at either one of us as I felt his cock start to rise. His long fingers traced my collarbone and down across the swell of my breast that were straining against the fabric of the tight black dress. The dress was a sexy plunging v neck with wide lace fabric that barely covered my breast as my nipples poked through at his touch. I threw my neck back and closed my eyes as he traced the sides of my breast and back up. His hand gripped my neck and the other brought my leg around his hip as he rocked his body to the beat. With my heels on we had perfect alignment for him to slip inside me. He was hard and I was ready. So ready in fact I bet if he grinded any harder into me his shorts would be soaked. I opened my eyes to stare up at Haz trying so hard to keep it together for the second time today. This was the most contact I’ve had, well ever. But I was well aware of the heat coming off of Tom as he watched the small display in front of him. He was unreadable as if he was watching a movie and trying to figure out the ending. He raised his eyes at me when I moved my leg off of Harrison and tried to stand straight. I was drunk off his  Haziness and high off pure bliss, a mixture of endorphins and arousal. I checked again to see if he was pissed or upset, but Tom gripped his hard cock and bit his lip, letting me know he was enjoying this too. I reached for his hand and he led us away from the music and the lights and the heats of the moments.

We walked back silently and peacefully, side by side. My hands held by each beautiful man. My mind was giddy at the thought of who I was going to kiss first, who was I going to feel inside me first. Who would taste me first, who would I swallow first. Too many choices and too little time. I wanted them both at once,together. FUCK IT! I was calling the shots on our first night of forever. They were my savagez after all!

I slipped my hands to my sides and they spun around to look at me. Tom's hooded eyes seemed impatient as he looked at me and watched my eyes bounce back and forth between them both. I stood tall despite the sway in my buzzing body. Tom was already shaking his head no before I spoke, but I pushed back anyways. “Tommy, I need tonight to be about all of us" I shook my head mad at myself, here I was asking, not demanding! I crossed my arms and he cocked his head to the side. “Don't make me carry you y/n” he hissed as Haz started to walk forward. I stood my ground and he accepted my challenge. He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder exposing my ass to the cool night air. He brought his hand down with a heavy smack and I bit my lip not giving him the satisfaction of my moan. He repeated it once more for good measure before putting me down on the bed. I wasn't giving up just yet. “Tommy...I haven't even been kissed by either one of you. You've both deprived me of even skin contact outside of helping my sunburn”

“Hum hum, and it don't hurt no more does it y/n?” Tom said looking into my eyes as he removed my heels. I shook my head no and he smirked “Then your skin isn't deprived so much is it?” he removed his watch crossing the room to put it away.

I rolled my eyes as Haz ran a frustrated hand through his blonde hair. He turned on my Ipod and thumbed through it, stopping on my playlist Sexy Mood with approving eyes.I knew it by the song “Crazy In Love, 50 shades slow remix" by Beyonce blasted through the thick air. I absorbed the music as Tom walked back over to me holding out two aspirin and a glass of ice water. I kept my eyes on Haz as I did what was being asked of me. “Good girl” Tom said cocky taking my empty glass and setting it down.

“I only did it because it was best for me, don't let it go to your head" I retorted. He laughed out loud and pulled me on my feet turning me towards Harrison.

“You forgot princess, Haz is being punished for his selfishness with you today. He had his hands all over you at the bar, I didn't ask him or you to stop, not even once. We both knew that I was loving the view" he reminded me by pressing his firm cock into my ass. “Tell me why you didn't kiss Haz then? Why did you look to me for approval? Perhaps it's because deep inside you want to feel me the same way you did him? One on one. I'm trying my best here love, don't let it go to your head" he said nibbling my ear.

I stood baffled at the honesty in all he spoke. I closed my eyes wishing I was sober so I could listen to my instincts not my lusting throbbing core. She was a greedy diva! I closed my eyes letting my body get lost as “Not afraid anymore” by Hasley pulsed through the air, fueling my desires, perhaps Tom's mind could change if I stopped trying to challenge him and just walked us into it. He traced kisses down my shoulders as he slowly unzipped my sequined dress. “Should Haz return the favor of touching you since he neglected you earlier Y/N" he asked as my dress pooled at my feet. I swallowed hard and nodded yes in Harrison's direction, meeting his sky blue eyes. Tom knew I was a burning mess but he controlled the flames. He gripped my hips pulling me into him and I bent over slightly so he could have a better view of my ass against his cock. He let out a moan that was higher in pitch as I swayed my hips against his shorts, my panties were wet and warm. I wanted them off. I pushed them down but Tom's fingers on my hips pulled them back up. “Not yet baby, let me do the unwrapping, yeah?" he said so uncontrolled. I rocked my body against his thick cock, seducing him further as the beat of “High” by Wheathan and Dua Lipa set the mood. Tom caressed my hot skin everywhere I wasn't naked yet, he grazed my neck with his teeth and undid my strapless bra one hook at a time. He was losing control. SHIT we all were. He motioned for Haz to join us and my heated body went into overdrive.

My eyes widen as Haz  took one layer off at a time. He walked ever so slowly, inching towards us until he reached me in his white Hollister boxers and his beautiful watch and necklace. He must have known it was somehow a turn on for me. I held onto his strong arms using my body as a tool to bring us together to the beat of the music. He bit his lip hard as Tom released my breast to the air. Haz turned me around to Tom as he pushed his hard on into my ass. I removed Toms shirt in a quick and greedy hunger. He must have sensed it as he held my hands from undoing his black shorts.

“Soon princess, I promise but first Haz to pay his punishment so we can move forward “ his tone was sexy and teasing. “Tommy, it's punishing me at the same time! So.Not.Fair!” I whimpered “I'm sorry love, your so right. Let's let Haz make up for being selfish today" he rested his forehead against mine “Then I'm going to make your body feel like it's always belong to me.” he said with a promising whisper. He gave me a quick kiss on the edge of my mouth and moved behind Haz and me. “I got you (I feel good remix)” by Jessie J kicked on next.

Haz turned me into him and before I had time to react his hot mouth was on mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and assaulted my senses. His lips were soft as he kissed me with an all consuming kiss. I moaned into his mouth as he deepened our kiss with a slow aching need. I felt his hands trace down my sides, Haz now moaning as he brushed against my breast. Tom clearing his throat loudly let him know that was a no no. “Bring y/n here and sit her on your lap" Tom said roughly pulling out a low bench for us. Haz didn't hesitate. He lifted me in his arms not breaking our kiss. I kissed him urgently with a feverish need as Haz lowered my hot wet sex on top of his stiff dick. One slip of my panties and his boxers, I could have Harrison inside me. I pulled his long blonde hair hard as he gripped my ass running his fingers over my soaked panties. I let out a loud moan rubbing against the friction, aching for release. He sat us down carefully and now I was straddling him. I had the upper hand. FINALLY!

Haz looked high off endorphins and lust as I rocked back and forth slowly. He looked at our hips connected and his soaked white boxers that outlined his long hard cock against my heat and then painfully at my breast, biting his lips again. He wanted to kiss my breast so bad. I felt him twitch underneath me as I touched them in slow circles riding him back and forth, rolling my hips side to side in rotation. Haz groaned when I pressed my naked chest to his naked chest and forced him to sit back. He rested his weight on one arm and held my side as I started to rock my hips faster. The only thing stopping us from being one was our thin soaked underwear. I growled almost frustrated at that fact. I picked up the pace and Haz held me tight telling me to slow down. “Easy Angel” he panted “We've got a long way to go" he said kissing me slow. He nipped at my neck and left sloppy wet kisses down my chest, I held tight to his hair pushing past Tom's invisible cut off line. I looked up in search of Tom. I was going to beg at this point. This was driving me insane.

“Turn around love" he said sounding pleased from behind us. Haz helped me to my wobbly legs and kissed between my breast going lower ever so slowly. I looked back to meet Tom's dark chocolate and umber eyes as Haz kissed my belly button. I was going to explode if I didn't get what I needed and soon. “Tommy please" I said my breath ragged and unsure of what I was pleading for. But he knew, Tom just knew. He came over to me and turned me to face him. Harrisons started to plant more wet kisses on the sides my hips and trace a line around the edge of my panties with his tongue,teeth nipping at my ass. The smell of our arousal was in the air. “Kiss me where it hurts" by Rita Ora blasted from the speakers. The song was more than fitting.

Tom pressed his thumb in my mouth and he pinched my nipples just enough to dangle me over the cliff. I instantly grabbed his soft curls and pulled on them as I sucked his thumb. My teeth grazed his skin as he removed it. “Humm,good girl” he praised rubbing his wet thumb over my hard aching nipple. We repeated the process as I begged him for more with my eyes.

“Almost there baby, tell me what you need?" he asked with a sexy smirk. He knew damn well what I needed! I opened my mouth wanting to tell him just that but before I could respond he pulled my panties down in a swift motion and threw them away from us. He kissed my legs at an uncontrolled rhythm. He was hungry for me as he nipped my skin, making me moan and gasp at the pleasant sensation. He hovered at my waist making it clear he was staring at my glistening sex. His strong fingers tapped at my inner thighs silently asking me to open my legs wider. I gripped his hair and did as he asked. He kissed and licked around my bare naked kitty but not directly onto my sex. He kissed and licked upwards and I cried out in agony as he left me dripping and untouched. “Tommy, plea.!” I was cut off as he stood up straight and kissed me forcefully, almost in a claiming dominant way. He kissed me deep and wild. Hungry like his life depended on it. He grabbed me by the throat but didn't choke me. He kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. I felt my legs go weak as he torn his lips away from me and sucked my neck hard before he bit down. I gasped at the pain and pleasure, I was sure he was leaving his mark. He pinched one nipple as he took the other into his mouth. I sighed in relief and my breathing picked up. I was going to cum without even being touched! I reached back to steady myself and Haz rested me on his lap. Tom kissed my other nipple and teased me with his circular motions on my inner thigh, so close to where I needed. “Why won't you touch me Tommy" I asked confused and hungry. He eyed me on Harrisons lap and smiled at me so beautifully. “Haz needs to finish his punishment remember love?” he kissed my lips quickly and walked over to the bed.

He sat on the edge watching me as Harrison trailed his soft fingertips down my naked stomach. I struggled with the endorphins rushing in my veins I couldn't keep my eyes on just one place or person so I closed them resting my head on Haz’s shoulder. He turned my face into him and kissed me softly as his long fingers squeezed my breast. He palmed them perfectly using his thumb and finger to pinch them hard then soft. I clenched my legs closed as I felt myself losing control. Haz smiled in our kiss as he moved his long fingers back towards my dripping core.

“Spread your legs love, I want to see you come undone” Tom demanded sexy as Haz inched closer, still kissing me. At this point I was a puppet and they controlled my strings. Haz raised each of my legs, draping them over his. He opened his legs wide as he grinded his cock underneath me. I arched my back trying to feel as much as him as I could. I felt the air hit my exposed sex and I opened my eyes to meet Tom's dark hooded eyes. My eyes were glazed and I nearly lost it when Haz rubbed my clit with the tip of his finger,my throbbing nub was bundled with nerves. “Touch her Harrison, our beautiful y/n isn't going to make it much longer”

“Is that true y/n?” Haz asked as I looked into his sky blues before closing them. Slipping off the edge. “Give me more time angel, please, I haven't tasted you yet and you smell so fucking good" he cooed as I bit my lip trying to hold on. “I cant Harrison, I'm sorry..” I moaned as he pinched my nub hard making my eyes fly open and I clenched my legs closed. “Humm, well make the most of it baby" he said spreading my legs wide again. I focused on my breathing as his fingers traced my folds. He sucked in his breath as he felt just how wet I was. He ran a long finger through my wetness barely touching my walls. I watched in amazement as he licked my juice from his finger and coated his lips. He pulled me into a hot kiss as he plunged his fingers deep inside me. “Wow,Your so fucking tight angel" Haz gasped sounding surprised and amazed. He kept my legs open and my moans escaped into his mouth. He worked his middle finger at a steady pace as he rubbed my sensitive nub, he curved his finger as he worked in his ring finger.”Fuck” Haz and Tom said at the same time as I broke our kiss to let out a sound mixed of pain and ecstasy. I screamed out Harrisons name in pleasure over and over. “Your so fucking beautiful y/n” Haz said as I exploded hard in his hand. He fingered me fast yet gently as I came undone, hearing and feeling my sex flooding out of me. I closed my eyes and let myself ride out my first orgasm, loving Harrisons name on my lips.

I squirmed as my sex grew sensitive. I grabbed Harrisons arm and held it still as my head swirled. As I started to come down Haz kissed my neck soft. My skin was glistening with sweat. My face was flushed and I started to feel shy at how sensitive and wet I was between my legs.

I buried my hot face into Harrisons arm as he brushed my hair off my face. “You okay y/n?” he asked sweet. I shook my head yes keeping my eyes closed. He cuddled my neck tracing my now cold skin up and down giving me goosebumps. “Can I ask you something angel?” he said just above a whisper. I swallowed hard knowing what it was. I nodded yes as I heard Tom stirring and growing restless for my attention. Haz tilted my chin up and I opened my eyes meeting sky blue ones. FUCK ME! WHY NOW! “Are you a virgin sweetheart?” he asked with a smile already knowing the answer. Tom stood and walked towards us as I said ever so quietly “Yes” Haz raised his eyebrows and sighed  kissing my forehead as I played with his necklace as a distraction. “That's okay right?” I asked as I regained feeling in my legs.

“Yes of course it's okay y/n” Harrison said EXACTLY as Tom said “No it’s not okay y/n” I winced at his words as he looked at Haz with an indescribable expression.

Tag Request: @tom-hollands-eyelash :) 

**Seriously not sure if anyone is into this, I have so many plans for this story but idk if it’s a dud or it’s just because I’m one in a million writers out there. Let me know with a like and repost PLEASE :) I’m open to questions, please boost my ego, I’m insecure with this one. Hugz for now!!**

[yamspam]

Fanfic my pallie wrote about me and my other pallie:

Creds to: @Pinkisbluestuff Yammy met Mr Sir almost 1 day ago in starbucks and like the idiot he is, spilled his basic white girl coffee all over Mr Sir's white shirt. He laughed it off while Yammy kept apologizing over and over again. Mr Sir noticed that Yammy was wearing a bright red hoodie and they started talking about that colour for 3 hours and have been husbandu and waifu ever since. About 2 days after they met, Yammy interduced Mr Sir to his two awesome and amazing friends. Maha and Erica were the sweetest and funniest girls ever. But with Yammy it was a love/hate relationship. They played video games together on rare occasions and hardly ever spoke to each other. But when we do, its mean comments or rude remarks. Yammy was in the living room with Mr Sir, Erica and maha watching a movie. And he would be lying if Yammy said that Mr Sir didnt turn him on. Just something about the way he looks at the t.v screen made Yammy wet. And the way he licked his lips every few seconds makes Yammy think about who the fuck Mr Sir thinks he is. This wasn't the first time Yammy had thought about Mr Sir that way. He pissed Yammy off, sure. But in a weird way, Yammy really liked his attitude and his style, and the way he scrunches his nose and throws his head back sometimes when he laughs. His stupid pick up lines that made Yammy smile and think about them ever since. He hated it. The movie ended soon. And Yammy couldn't about Mr Sir naked no matter how hard he tried to stop. Holy fuck he was hot. Erica was the first one to get up and then she disappeared to go have a shower. Maha was next to get up and say that she was tired so she went upstairs to sleep. It was Yammy and mr Sir left alone on the couch and for the first time Yammy didnt know what to say so he just ended up saying what came first into his mind which was a "hey douche bag". "Not in the mood for that Yammy" Mr Sir replied. "Really? After watching a funny movie and laughed your ass off? Still not in a good mood sir? You're so grumpy". "Whatever". "Dick". Yammy guessed that kind of snapped soemthing inside of Mr Sir because he backed Yammy up into the wall. "Dont fucking test me right now yammy". "Or what Mr Sir? You gonna dye my hair in my sleep? Im so scared" Yammy decided to push his buttons. "I think you secretly want me". "I think you're insane" Yammy chuckled. "I think i make you insane" Mr Sir winked. And then it slipped, Yammy said without thinking. "You look so hot in that jacket". Mr Sir put his hand on Yammy's waist then, pulled him closer. "Yeah?". "Yes, Mr Sir". Yammy had barely finnished his sentence before M. Sir put his lips on Yammy's. Mr Sir's lips were soft but the kiss was rough. Yammy had thought about this momment for way too long and now it was happening. Mr Sir grabbed the back of Yammy's thighs and Yammy pulled his legs around Mr Sir's waist, pulling on his soft and luscious hair. Mr Sir moved down to Yammy's neck and started sucking on the skin there. Yammy's shirt was removed from his body and Mr Sir started kissing down his chest throwing the shirt somewhere on the floor. "Mr Sir, Erica will come out of the shower any second just take me to the bedroom please" Yammy panted hotly. Mr Sir obeyed and as soon as they got to the room, Yammy was on the bed underneath him. Mr Sir slowly started kissing down Yammy's neck to his chest. His hands were on Yammy's waist. "Mr Sir?" He hummed in response "touch me please" Yammy begged. "Fuck" Mr Sir muttered while taking off Yammy's pyjama shorts and panties. He stuck two fingers in and started pumping them fast, and then leaned down to suck softly on yammy's tip "fuck Mr Sir dont stop. Mr Sir pulled off for a second to say "i have been waiting far too long to see you like this baby, squirming under my touch". "God im so close Mr Sir". At that, Mr Sir started punping his fingers faster and sucking harder, and Yammy was sent over the edge in pure ectasy a minute later and came into Mr Sir's mouth saying his name over and over. Mr Sir swallowed. "Think you can do that again, only on my ding ding this time?" Mr Sir asked. "Yes please, fuck me Mr Sir". Mr Sir laughed before he took his clothes off and lubed up and put a condom on cause he didnt want to risk catching AIDS on his ding dong and rolled them over on the bed so Yammy was ontop. "Baby boy, ride me". Yammy obeyed and slowly sinked down onto him. He let out a long moan as Mr Sir held onto his hips. Yammy started bouncing as Mr Sir started dirty talking into his ear. "You like fucking yourself on me, baby?". Yammy nodded. "Come on princess, you gonna come for me again?". Yammy nodded once more. Mr Sir flipped them over again and was now pounding into yammy, showing no mercy what so ever. "Yes Mr Sir fuck, harder" Yammy moaned loudly. "Fuck. My dirty boy likes it rough yeah?". "Yes Mr Sir. Holy shit". "Come on, cum and make yourself messy baby". He started rubbing his thumb on yammy's tip and once again Yammy came all over himself. Mr Sir kept thrusting into him untill Yammy clenched around him and he let out an animalistic groan and held Yammy's hips as he came into the condom. He slowly pulled out of yammy and took the condom off before laying down next to him, both of them out of breath. "Shit, Yams i didnt know you had that in you". "Whats that supposed to mean?" Yammy glared at him. "I thought you were a good boy". "Well you're wrong". "I like you alot, Yammy". "I like you alot too, Mr Sir" Yammy said softly. "My jacket really turned you on?". "I got wet as soon as i saw you in it". He laughed and pecked yammy on the lips. "Round two?" Mr Sir asked with a childish smile on his face. "Definitely". "Do it in a different room you fucking dirty animals!" We heard Maha outside the door. "Hey! Dont fucking swear!" Erica yelled at her. "Shut up erica!" Maha yelled back. ~~~ THE END

[wanderingtycho]

An excerpt of Tycho rambling about Wolfenstein II

Okay so for the past couple weeks, I’ve been playing through all of the new generation Wolfenstein games from Bethesda and Machine Games, having platinumed both Old Blood and New Order. I’m currently one trophy away from platinuming New Colossus(take a wild guess as to what trophy it is), and I was discussing some of the games themes with two friends of mine over Telegram. 

This isn’t going to be me doing a proper review or evaluation of the game, this is just a sampling from that conversation, keep in mind one of my friends chose to omit their contributions so the context is a little skewed.

Hope you enjoy my inflammatory ramblings, I’m half tempted to muster a proper critique of New Colossus because I’ve been spending so much time with it, but I’m really lazy so here’s my off the cuff ranting.

Me: New Colossus is fucking nuts man. I’ve made it halfway through the game thinking “I wonder how BJ is gonna get the outfit he’s wearing on the cover?” and then they answered that question in the most what the fuck manner possible. 

My Friend(who shall be referred to as “E”): I heard it was nuts. The one clip I saw was so nuts that I decided to not buy the game lol Eh, maybe I'm just being a picky asshole again lol.

Me: It's worth picking up, I love any game that takes the risk of mixing disturbing subject material with absurdist comical elements. Having played both back to back, I can say there was a definite retooling and redesigning of a lot of stuff between New Order and New Colossus, and I think NC is the superior game overall as a result.

Me: is that an unpopular one? I knew some douchebags were butthurt about the marketing campaigns, but I dont think anyones gonna throw a fit over me saying its better than New Order.

Me: I mean, I'm not saying I dont fancy the position of unpopularity, it seems to me a lot of negative attention towards New Colossus is from people who're either A. racist scumbags in their own right who dont appreciate a video game portraying people who share their ideologies(Nazi's, the Klan)as the bad/incompetent guys. Or B. standard run of the mill privileged white male gamers who just dont get the humoristic overtones and satire that the narrative is presenting.

Me: The ignorance part is true, but I'm of the opinion that ignorance is held and espoused by that particular subset, hence why the biggest "criticism" of the game I've seen goes along the lines of accusing the story and narrative of being "SJW, liberal pandering power fantasies" because the main cast consists of Jewish characters, many black character who're also members of the Black Revolutionary Front(1960's civil rights group), neurodivergent characters, gay characters basically all the groups of people the Nazi's tried to exterminate. The main character, however, William Joseph Blazkowicz, is a stereotypical all American square jawed Aryan white male soldier that comprises a vast majority of video game protagonists because again, game companies are encouraged to appeal to that repeating demographic(hence why Booker DeWitt is on the cover of Bioshock Infinite, and Elizabeth is not). And William’s features and status as that stereotype are brought up frequently over the course of both games, its a plot point, when this white westerner warrior is forced to confront the reality that before the Nazi's took over in this fictional world, minority groups were already being oppressed by the American government and people, not just the Germans.(In the words of J, "Before Hitler, before the Germans, YOU were the Nazi's.") and the second revelation: while the war was going on, there were plenty of Americans back home saying they should just let Germany win and take over the world, that America and Germany should fight together to ensure the white mans superiority, hence why when America surrendered to the Nazi's their transition of power went so smoothly(For real life historical context, 50,000 American Nazi's gathered in Madison Square Garden in New York to express their support for Hitler and the Third Reich in 1940, so American Neo-Nazi's isnt an outlandish concept.) These shocking realizations are shocking to William and most likely to the white members of the audience base, who have been told their entire lives that all Americans are and were totally opposed to Nazism, because America is always the hero and never to the antagonist. While William grapples with this internal and external conflict, the brainless saps who lob accusations of pandering and SJW agendas get pissed, because their natural knee jerk defensive reaction whenever these subjects are brought up is to shout it down and decry it as attempts to exploit "white guilt". So yes, Wolfenstein is a power fantasy game, but it includes themes and ideas that spoil the already existing fantasies of pasty, privileged white gamers who've grown used to getting exactly the message they want out of their consumed media, and throw a hissy fit whenever elements they dont approve of are included in a mainstream product.

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Me: Exactly, BJ is a great character because he's a stereotype, but the creators are self aware enough to understand that he's a stereotype and that lets them invert a lot of things to make him interesting and engaging rather than a milquetoast slab of boring white bread. Also as an aside, this really tripped me out because at one point BJ goes back to his childhood home in Mesquite Texas, which is where I grew up to.

Me: Also, didnt include this in my massive paragraph, but I wanted to mention how at the beginning of the game William is wheelchair bound because he was blown up by a grenade at the end of New Order. You get a suit of powered armor that lets you walk again, but your health is halved and they make it a point to say that his legs wont work again and he is now impotent. So again, you have this character who's an embodiment of white American masculinity not only physically disabled, but his dick doesnt work. Two themes that likely interfere with the power fantasy the aforementioned pissed off douches were trying to have, rather than appreciating the game as a parody of power fantasies, again people missing the entire point.

E: Also, I watched a clip of the game and it was stupid ridiculous and over the top that it just shattered my suspension of disbelief for the game.

Like how do the nazis take over if they're so incompetent that 20 of them and their 2 war machines can be murdered by one pregnant woman?

And how does the rebellion still talking like they're taking risks when the one dude they send out comes back with a billion nazi scalps?

But like I said, stingy asshole. Maybe I'll pick it up when it goes on sale for cheap.

Plus I could also be just mad at Bethesda.

But then again I did really like Prey.

Also, I heard the game was short.

Like shorter then New Order.

Me: Like I said, I think it's worth buying, and I got it cheap at 30 bucks. As for the realism factor, it's an Id game, gritty STALKER esque accuracy and believability isn't what I expect from them. Short? Not that I've experienced, it's structured and progresses differently but I'd say both games are of comparable length and content.

[occupyvenus]

I dont think I really can enjoy the season if the leaks are true, and it seems they are. Like another season of Jon getting rescued, this time by a dany who gets hyped up by D&D as the special snowflake. And she even gets Jon at the end as her new "consort" or whatever. Well it seems like she likes him but if he pledges himself to her (I hope at least not openly on the dragonpit, its horrible), I am going to be pissed. And jon is legimate, dont want him to kneel.

You know, if the leaks are true I’m not going to enjoy the season either. Except for the WF plot probably, because I’m so excited to see my babies together again and I can’t wait for LF to finally die. 

But just because tha leeks™ seem to be true, doesn’t mean that they are. Can we please stop acting like the season already aired? D&D know about them and they are obviously playing with us. They keep releasing footage related to the leaks and the only reason I see for them shoving Arya with LF’s dagger right into our faces is to fuck with us. They literally had no reason to include it in her costume for the EW photoshoots or have Maisie lift her arm to make sure we get a good look at it except for “Ha, you idiots 100% believed in those stupid leaks. You even thought we “confirmed” them! Bloody idiots! Got ya!” If you don’t think that’s at least super suspicious, you really are a bloody idiot. 

I’ll put the rest under a cut since you named the one who shall not be named, people still don’t get how tumblr works (guys, look for or follow #dae* and nothing tagged anti-dae* or containing her name will show up. Only things that are actually tagged #dae*. Hashtag(#) is your friend, show it some love by using it) and I don’t want to offend some peoples sensibilities. This isn’t going to be D-friendly, don’t like don’t read.

I agree with you, Jon’s portrayel in the leaks is fucking atrocious. He’s always been my favourite character and I don’t want him to be reduced to the D’s “trophy wife”. The leaks are mostly ridiculous anyway, but in that specific instance they really read like bad D*ny-stan j0nerys fanfiction. 

I am 75% sure that Jon and the D will hook up one way of the other. For one simple reason: I don’t think that D&D would pass up the chance to have a sex scene with Kit and Emilia. I just don’t think it would be anything like described in the leaks. 

The whole wight hunt - dragonpit - boatbang sequence is so so so stupid. It requires so many leaps in logic, absurd decisions and completely unnecessary actions. It’s inconsistent with previously established plot points, it forces the characters to needlessy take high risks and makes them jump all over the place in a way too short period of time. If Jon is supposed to kneel and fall for the D there are way more logical ways to let those events unfold. 

Jon pledging himself to the D because she’s just so awesome™ and he’s so smitten with her makes absolutely no sense. I said it before, the only reason for Jon kneeling is if the D absolutely refuses to help them against the Others if he doesn’t. I could actually see that happening, but it wouldn’t exactly make the D look good, nor would it be the start of some epic romance. As king, Jon has a duty to the north and he is nothing, if not dutiful. All the people who think he will stop caring about his home, his people and his family once the D enters the picture don’t understand his character at all and are obviously ready to shit all over him so their fav gets the hottest guy on the show. There, I said it. 

He has no reason to be on board with the targ-restoration, other than plain survival (again, that would be a dick move). What, the D sends him on a completely unnecessary - Tyrion already sort of believes in the WWs and even in the leaks(!) a message from Bran is enough ot change her mind about it-  suicide wight hunt mission, fries his best friends family (fuck Randyll, but what about Sam’s mom, his sisters and brother?) and Jon will be all “You are the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and I love you now!” ?! It doesn’t make any sense. 

I’m a strong believer in dark!d*ny and grrm himself has strongly implied that she will go bad. The D was only hyped as a perfect special snowflake so her turning into an antagonist in the final seasons will be shocking to the audience. 

Until proven otherwise, by the actual episodes once they’ve aired, I’m going to assume the leaks are mostly bullshit. D&D are only “confirming” them, so we all will be surprised by the real, actual storyline. I don’t get why HBO would ruin it’s number one franchise in the penultimate season like that and I don’t think grrm would let them butcher a story he’s been working on for +20 years. At least, not the final conclusions and not more than they already have.

[foreverlovingdaryldixon]

24, 18, 16, 5. You dont have to do them all. Caryl prompts. From the thing.

24.  person A flirting withother people to make person B jealous.

18.  ���I can help you to make her/him jealous”

Two in one! Set in the prison. Hopefully not too similar to thelast.

They had been flitting around the subject for toolong and quite frankly Carol was tired of it, she was almost sure he wanted ittoo, almost. She had to be certain though, she wasn’t open to the possibilityof rejection. Luckily for her she wasn’t the only one who had noticed their littledance.

“I can help ya make him jealous,” a voice came frombehind her making her jump and spin around.

Her shocked expression was wiped away with insteadone of boredom as she saw Merle leant against the entrance of her cell, adevilish grin on his face.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking aboutMerle,” she said casually bending over to untie her boots and slip them off.

“Come on don’t play coy with me woman,” he saidtaking a stride into her cell, “you and I both know ya got the hots forDarylina.”

Carol turned to face him a frown set deep on herface as she tried to cover up what they both knew to be true, “I do not havethe ‘hots’ for your brother.”

“Sugar, lie through your teeth all ya want but ya’reonly makin’ it harder on yaself,” Merle quipped, knowing he was quicklybreaking her.

She glared up as he now stood tall in front of her,debating whether to fight him on this or not.

“What did you mean by make him jealous?” shequestioned through gritted teeth, she couldn’t believe she was doing this.

A long grin spread across Merle’s face knowing he’dwon, “atta girl, knew ya’d come round. All pretty little Dixon boy needs ta seeif ya gettin’ all a lil bit too friendly with big brother Merle over here, drivethe kid crazy.”

Carol wasn’t fond of the idea, Merle would reap inthe benefits, loving the attention. However it would confirm or deny whether hewas feeling the same things she was. It seemed easy enough but she was worriedabout the lasting damage it might have on their current friendship.

“Why can’t you just flirt with me? Second nature toyou by now surely,” Carol asked, leaning back against her dresser.

“Exactly why it can’t be me babycakes, I flirt withevery woman, Daryl see’s me flirting with ya he’ll be pissed sure but it ain’tgonna get ya the kinda reaction ya want, trust ol’ Merle, follow my advice, boy’llbe eatin’ out the palm of ya hand in no time.”

“I don’t want him to be my bitch Merle,” Carol saidrolling her eyes.

“But we’re doin’ this right?” he asked a shiteating grin on his smug face.

She sighed running a hand through her hair, “yes I’lltry it, starting tomorrow, but do not take this too far, I won’t hesitate toslit your throat while you sleep.”

“Damn, I like ‘em feisty,” he winked before goingto leave her cell, “see ya on the playin’ field baby.”

Fuck. What had she got herself into?

***

The next morning she woke early as she usually did,going downstairs to start on breakfast for everyone. It didn’t bother herhaving to be up so early, she always was an early riser, however so were theDixon brothers.

“Smells good sugar,” Merle’s voice came from besideher making her jump again.

“Jesus, stop doing that,” she hissed glancingaround the room seeing no one else about.

“Ya gotta be more on guard,” he said more seriouslythan she was used to for Merle, “ma brother’s gonna be here in a minute so yabest get ya flirtin’ skills up to scratch.”

She turned her body around to face his putting onsoft seductive eyes as she heard the door open from behind her.

“That him?” she asked quietly, Merle nodded hishead, an easy grin coming across his face.

“Merle Dixon!” she said in a girlish voice, loudenough so she was sure Daryl would hear, “you are a shameless tease you knowthat?”

As she spoke her hands came up the slide up thelength of his torso, stopping just before she got to his shoulders.

“Offer’s always open sugar,” he drawled, playingalong as his good hand went to trail down her jaw.

She could feel Daryl’s eyes burning in the back ofher head as stood across the other side of the room.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she purred, smirking atMerle as he winked at her, pulling away and leaving just Carol and Daryl in theroom.

As soon as the door shut behind him she turned backto her work, Daryl now visible in her peripheral.

“Daryl,” she played surprised as she looked at himstalking towards her, “between you and your brother you’re going to give me aheart attack sneaking up on me like that.”

“Sounds like ma brother’s gonna give ya a whole lotmore,” he snapped as Carol passed him a bowl of food.

Carol resisted smiling at his reaction, pleasedthat it was working.

She looked up at him with big innocent eyes, “whatdo you mean?”

“Nothin’,” he grunted walking back out the door hecame.

She saw Merle again later that day and he decidedto lead them to the courtyard where he knew Daryl was working on his bike.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll go out first, sit downstretch my legs a lil, ya come out a few minutes later, come straight over tame okay? Darylina is gonna blow his lid when he sees ya comin’ over ta me an’not him.”

Carol nodded, still uncomfortable with the situationbut god if Daryl didn’t need a kick up the ass, she wanted a reaction, Merlewould pull that from him.

She did as he said, waiting a few minutes before goingout to join him, she saw Daryl not ten foot away from them, avoiding his gazeas she sat on the table next to Merle.

They were far enough away that if they murmured hewouldn’t hear and the murmuring would only rile him up more.

“Alright mouse, I want ya ta laugh in a moment andput ya hand on ma thigh, however high ya want ta go sweetcheeks,” Merlemurmured as Carol wet her lips, knowing that Daryl could see.

She nodded a grin appearing on her face as she letout a light-hearted laugh, her hand falling to his upper thigh, her fingernailstracing obvious enough circles that it caught the hunters attention.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, do you?” sheteased loud enough for Daryl to hear with a devilish look in her eye, Merleknew it was all for show but damn if he wasn’t enjoying it.

“Lean into me and pretend ta whisper in ma ear,”Merle drawled quietly as she followed suit and did so.

“You think it’s working?” she whispered once shewas close enough.

“Sugar ya are drivin’ that boy damn insane,” hemurmured back, as Carol pushed lightly against his chest, pretending to laughagain.

“I’ll see you later?” she asked as she stood fromthe bench, biting on the side of her lip seductively.

“Oh ya’ll be seein’ me,” he answered, being unableto resist knowing this might just push his dumbass of a brother over the edgeas he leant forward to slap her ass.

She let out a yelp wanted to rip his balls off butinstead glanced back and shook her head with a smirk, “I’ll get you back forthat Dixon.”

Merle chuckled to himself knowing that was a threatshe intended to keep.

His attention was adverted when he heard theclatter of tools hitting the toolbox with force, as Daryl flung them away,storming past Merle following after Carol. Boy made it far too easy Merlethought with a laugh.

“Carol!” she jumped hearing her name shouted so aggressively.She watched as Daryl approached her with speed, stopping just short of herface.

“Daryl,” she greeted somewhat breathless at hisproximity.

“The hell ya playin’ at huh?” he yelled.

“What do you mean what am I playing at?” she asked,knowing that the slap on the ass had been too much for him.

“I mean gettin’ all close an’ friendly with mabrother,” he growled with fire in his eyes.

“Is there a problem with that?” she asked wantingnothing more than to kiss the shit out of him.

“Yeah, he ain’t no good for ya, I know Merle, he’sgonna hurt ya,” he raged, no sign of losing fuel yet.

“Well maybe I’m a big girl and I can make my owndecisions,” she quipped, she was willing to push this as far as she needed togo, no point turning back now.

“Jesus,” he scoffed, “thought ya were smarter than this,nothin’ good can come from this ya know that?”

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say Daryl Dixonwas jealous,” she pushed on.

This tripped him up causing him to snort, “I-I ain’tjealous, don’t give a shit what ya do.”

“Don’t lie to me Daryl,” she warned, knowing he wasgetting into dangerous territory of where his anger fuelled words could startto hurt her, “don’t say something stupid that you can’t take back.”

This seemed to break his resolve a little as he letout a frustrated sigh, “course I give a shit what ya do, I care about ya Caroland I don’t wanna see ya hurt by my prick of a brother, ya deserve more thanthat, someone that’ll treat ya better.”

“And is that person you?” she asked quietly.

He bit down hard on his lip, he was too deep inthis now not to tell her, “yeah, I know ya ain’t interested but I would treatya so much better than Merle would, his heart’s in the right place but hethinks with his dick, that’s the problem.”

Carol couldn’t help the grin setting across herface.

“What’re ya smilin’ for?” he grumbled his eyes downcasting again.

“I’m smiling cause it took for me to flirt withyour brother of all people just to get you to admit how you really feel.”

Daryl frowned confusion crossing his face, “whaddyamean?”

“I mean I’ve been flirting with Merle to get yourattention, see if you actually felt anything for me or not…clearly it worked inmy favour. I don’t like Merle, the hell would I ever like Merle when I haveyou.”

“Ya don’t…” Daryl trailed off as he processed yourwords, “so ya like…me?”

She nodded glad now for their close proximity asshe wrapped her hands around his neck, “it’s always been you Daryl, I was justnever sure we were on the same page, I couldn’t risk putting myself out thereand losing our friendship, you have no idea how much you mean to me.”

This time it was Daryl’s turn to grin as he pressedhis forehead against hers, “ya have no idea how much ya mean to me. I was just scared, ya know? Ain’tnever felt like this ‘fore, didn’t wanna lose ya.”

“Daryl you could never lose me,” Carol whisperedbefore closing the distance between them, her lips moulding against his as hemet her with just as much passion. Eventually they came up for air, Daryl keepinghis forehead against hers, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“So we really trying this?” she asked, her eyesstill shut.

“Yeah, we really are,” he responded making her eyesopen to gaze into his.

“I do love a happy endin’,” a voice bellowed fromacross the room making them jump apart.

The fire from before came back into Daryl’s eyes ashe glared at his brother, “yeah well now I got a bone to pick with ya, yafuckin’ prick,” he growled stalking towards his brother.

“Now now now Darylina, ya should be thankin’ me, I couldhave had that piece’ve pussy all ta maself but I let ya have her,” Merlereasoned backing away towards the door.

“As if!” Carol yelled across at him in disgust.

“Ya want a more experienced Dixon ya know where tafind me sugar,” Merle shouted back before turning on his heel to run from hisbrother who was now pursuing after him.

“I’m gonna kick your ass ya dick,” Daryl shouted ashe ran out the door after him.

Carol hugged her arms around herself and chuckledlightly, despite his vulgar mouth she owed Merle Dixon, especially after Darylwas done with him.