#imma drag em until the day i drop

[proshippers-against-censorship]

I feel like a lot of antis say they aren't antikink but still act anti-kink. Like dude is going "No portraying rape is okay as long as you portray it as realistically as possible and don't romanticise it". Shut up!! It's porn it is not real broski, you're allowed to romanticise whatever you want as long as you know in your heart of hearts that it is not real and in real life it is indeed bad

It's even worse when they call themselves punk.

[impala-dreamer]

There’s Something About Mr. Ackles

~ An interview on set leads to some extra special behind the scenes activities.~

Jensen x Reader

1,767 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Oral all around.

A/N: This was a request from @thoughtslikeaminefield, a prize for winning GTGT!

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“So, it must be hard to say goodbye after all these years.”

Y/N leaned in just a bit, just enough to give him a peek at what was hiding beneath her blouse. She knew it was wrong, but she also knew he’d been turning up the charm for the last fifteen minutes for no reason. He wanted a peek.

Jensen licked his lips slowly as his green eyes passed over the ample view she had offered. Clearing his throat, he answered honestly. “It is. Hard to say goodbye to the crew, they’re like family, really. We’ve been through weddings, births, funerals. It’s like leaving home for the first time.”

Y/N pouted, listening sympathetically even as she stared at his plump lips. She’d always fancied him, but up close and personal… it was a whole new level of beautiful. He was drop-dead gorgeous and Y/N was about to drop.

“And Dean?” she asked, checking her notes even though she didn’t need them. “What will it be like to put aside the flannel for the last time?”

He smiled sadly and dropped his chin, considering. He had all the answers, she knew. This wasn’t his first interview of the day even, but he was playing it up nicely for the camera that filmed him over her left shoulder.

“I’m never gonna leave Dean. He’s a part of me. I may back away from the flannels for a while, but they’ll always hold a special place in my heart.”

He laughed and Y/N tried not to visibly shiver. She’d been around just about every celebrity there was over the last five years, but there was just something about Mr. Ackles.

“Oh no,” she joked, “don’t give up the flannel! You look amazing in plaid.” She winked, confident that the camera couldn’t see it, and she could have sworn Jensen blushed.

“Thank you.” The apples of his cheeks were bright pink and he covered his smile shyly with his hand, curling his middle finger towards his lips. “It’ll be an adjustment, but I’m looking forward to new adventures.”

“Speaking of…” She shifted in her chair and crossed her legs, purposely forgetting to adjust the hem of her pencil skirt as it rose up her thighs. “Any new projects lined up?”

Jensen’s gaze fell to the black lace line that rounded her thick thighs, cheeks paling as the blood flowed downward. “Well, I’m working on another record…”

Y/N smiled and sat back, the edge of her skirt hiking up a bit higher. “Ah! Yes, Radio Company! Loved the first album, really great.”

“Thanks, I’m very proud of it.” The tip of his tongue snagged between his front teeth and his hands fell to his thighs, rubbing absently.

“You act, you sing, you direct, write songs- and, as we saw in a recent episode, you dance.” She paused and stared until he met her eyes. “Is there anything the great Jensen Ackles can’t do?”

He laughed; head tipping back as his entire body shook with the action. “Oh, I don’t know about that. There are many things I can’t do.” His smile fell as he zoned in on her legs, opening slowly as Y/N leaned in.

“I’m sure that’s not true…”

The sets were dark and empty as he led her through, stopping in a room where they kept the extra’s props. There were shelves lined with random trinkets and furniture pieces; objects Y/N barely had time to name.

As soon as the door shut, Jensen grabbed her, spinning Y/N in his arms and pressing her back against one of the metal shelves.

“You’re the naughtiest interview I’ve ever had,” he growled, thrusting a knee between her thighs.

She gasped and clawed at the back of his neck, pulling his face down to hers. “You haven’t had me yet.”

His kiss was full and deep; lips crushing hers with a passion that left her breathless. He distracted her with his tongue as his right hand slipped up to cup her breast, kneading and pinching at the mountain of flesh beneath her silky blouse.

Y/N spread her legs around his and pressed down, humping his thick thigh while he toyed with the buttons on her shirt.

“You better not pop those,” she teased, knocking his hand away to help him.

He grinned as she opened her shit and was quick to drag the cups of her black lace bra down beneath her tits. Her nipples popped in the cool air, ruddy and hard. “Delicious.”

“You should have a taste.”

Jensen dipped down to do just that, lapping at each nipple in turn before setting his mouth around the right side, sucking hard enough to make her squeal.

“Fuck!”

“Keep it down,” he warned, breath hot as is passed across her chest to the opposite side. He bit down on the left nipple and she held her breath, biting her lip hard to stay quiet.

Y/N raked her hands through his perfectly styled hair. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.”

He released her tit with a pop and met her eyes with a grin. “You have no idea.”

She blushed. “Why don’t you show me, then?”

His eyes glowed with something mischievous as he slid down her body, stopping to nibble on her throat and flick his tongue against her nipple as he sank to his knees. Hot fingers pushed her skirt upwards, and Y/N wiggled against the shelves as he kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

“Oh my…”

Jensen ran a single finger across her pussy, pressing the matching black lace up into her folds.

“Fuck, lemme just…” She hooked her thumbs around the thin elastic hem of her panties, but Jensen grabbed her wrists and shoved her fingers away.

“Leave ‘em on.”

She had no breath to reply as his tongue replaced his finger, pushing burning, wet heat up into her cunt. He lapped at the lace, sucked it between his lips, bumped her covered clit with his nose.

Y/N held on to the metal, arms stretched, crucifying herself as he gently pushed the lace aside finally. She sucked in her stomach as he kissed her clit again and again, pulling and releasing the sensitive bud until it was throbbing almost painfully. Her cunt leaked onto his fingers and Jensen pushed them inside, fucking her slow and deep on his big hand.

When his middle finger swept over her g-spot, Y/N moaned loudly and slapped a hand down onto the top of his head, grabbing the short locks between her fingers.

“Jesus Christ!”

Jensen hummed into her pussy and picked up his pace; talented mouth and fingers working together to bring her right to the edge of ecstasy before pulling away.

Y/N nearly fell, panting and clinging to the shelf as he stood and licked her slick from his lips.

“Eh?” he teased, one cocky eyebrow raised.

Her eyes rolled for a split second before she attacked, pushing herself off of the shelves and wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. She tugged until he bent down, and she tasted herself on his tongue, sweet and familiar. She let him go but kept his lips busy as she tugged at his belt, hands tripping over the big silver buckle.

“Allow me,” he smirked, taking a step back to open his jeans. Leather and denim fell to his bowed knees, and Y/N cocked her head as she stared at the digitally printed boxer briefs, tented by his stiff cock.

“Is that a lion?” she asked, grinning at the golden animal covering his crotch.

Jensen laughed and spread his arms in a smug shrug. “King of the Jungle, baby.”

“I can see that.” She fell down just as he had, knees meeting the hard floor in an instant. She ran her hands up his strong thighs, digging her nails into the tanned flesh before finding his hips and peeling his boxers down. The size of him stopped her breath and Y/N stared at the giant cock lying hard against his left thigh. “You really are the King.”

Jensen pet her head, running his hand over the top and back, urging her forward towards his cock as he roared like a lion.

Her laugh was muffled as he bucked his hips, forcing his cock to slide against her mouth. She parted her lips and took him in, humming happily as his salty taste hit the sides of her tongue.

Jensen pushed his hips forward and lay his head back, resting against the only patch of empty wall in the place. He groaned rhythmically as she swallowed around him, deeper and deeper until she gagged loudly and pulled away. A thick line of saliva connected them and she scooped it up in her fist. She wrapped her wet fingers around the base of his cock, jerking slowly while she bobbed her mouth on the tip.

“That’s… fuck. Yes.”  

He let her work, keeping his body as still as possible until the last second. When he could take it no longer, Jensen cupped the sides of her face in his big hands and held her there, fucking quickly into her tight mouth and spilling down her throat.

Y/N swallowed again and again until he softened on her tongue. She licked her lips and wiped at her chin when he pulled out, sighing with pleasure as he slumped on the wall.

“Goddamn.”

“You ain’t kidding.”

They redressed in silence, now and then casting a side-eye at the other.

When they were together, Jensen smiled kindly and opened the door, stepping aside to let her through.

“Such a gentleman,” she laughed.

Jensen clicked his tongue. “Not so much.”

“Apparently.”

The lights seemed extra bright and conversation was awkward. They tried not to meet each other’s gaze, but it was hard not to. Thankfully, anything and everything could be edited and left on the cutting room floor.

“Final question, Jensen,” Y/N announced; a smile in her perky voice.

Jensen folded his hands in his lap and smiled. “Shoot.”

“Anything you’d like to say to your biggest fans out there? You are the King after all.”

The laugh caught him by surprise, nearly choking him. “Well…”

He blushed again when their eyes met, but Jensen was nothing if not a professional. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, staring deep into the camera. No matter what he was about to say, it would go over big-time. That was the thing about Jensen, you couldn’t help but love him...

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[what-is-your-plan-today]

CSI Rogers And Barnes: The Serious Cereal Serial Killer Episode17- At Last Pt.2

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW, NO UNDER 18s!)

Please read Part 1 first.

It was another hour later, and fast approaching half midnight when the party had thinned out. Steve was merry, he’d had a lot of bourbon, enough to do something almost unheard of for the Captain at a formal, do- he’d undone his tie completely leaving it hanging round his neck, as had Sam and Bucky, the latter having perked up post his crash. As the DJ called the last dance, and the opening bars to the Pogues, Fairytale Of New York rang out, Steve grinned and hopped up, knocking his chair over as he wobbled a little, before he grabbed his whiskey and headed to the dancefloor.

He dropped an arm round his girl and she grinned up at him, her own cheeks flushed as she swigged from a bottle of champagne. Bucky appeared at his other side and Steve tossed his other arm over his friend’s shoulder, slapping his back slightly.  The remaining guests all formed a circle, belting the song out, Thor was so drunk he was repeating lines but no one cared, except for Scott Lang that is.

“You’re repeating yourself, you’re repeating yourself.” Scott said, and Thor simply placed a hand on his head and pushed, sending him sprawling across the floor.

“That is dangerous.” Scott looked up at him, as Bucky helped him up. Scott turned to Tony, pointing at Thor “Dangerous, you hear me?”

“Thank’s for the pep talk, piss ant.” Tony said.

Steve snorted and then glanced over to where Natasha was draped all over Bruce, the scientist grinning as he bent to say something in her ear. She let out a laugh and nodded, and then the pair of them slunk off, Natasha pulling him behind her. He stumbled a little, grabbing his jacket from the back of a chair, and they disappeared through the doors.

“Poor Bruce.” Bucky said and Steve laughed.

“She’ll eat him for breakfast.” The Captain observed.

“Yeah, and he’ll love every fuckin’ second of it!” Bucky replied.

As the song wound up for the final bars, Steve pulled Katie towards him a little, kissing her forehead. The group belted out the last line, everyone applauding and cheering as the lights in the room started to come back on.

And that was it, Tony’s wedding was at an end.

The few that were staying the night stood round a table, finishing off the last drinks that Tony had bought just before the bar shut and Steve looked up to see Fury striding towards them. He shook all of their hands, hugging Katie before he glanced around

“Well, here you are, a group of remarkable people. I’m leaving. If anyone asks for me tell them they can find me…actually, never mind. Don’t tell them shit.”

Katie watched him leaving. “Is he drunk?” she asked, slurring slightly.

Steve shrugged, he didn’t know, and didn’t care. He now had only one thing on his mind…getting his girl back up to their room.

After an emotional goodbye to Tony, Katie, Steve and Bucky head for the elevator, Katie kicking off her shoes with a groan and Steve bent down to pick them up for her.

“Want me to cuff ‘em again doll?”

Katie grinned at him as Bucky pressed the button to call the elevator. “No, but you can cuff me if you want.”

Steve smirked, before he gave a little sigh. “I didn’t bring ‘em”

Bucky groaned loudly as the door opened to the elevator and the 3 of them stepped in

“You suck.” Katie looked at Steve.

“I was kinda hoping that’s what you were gonna do.” Steve grinned and Katie sniggered. Bucky groaned even louder and Katie spun to look at him, before she frowned “Where’s Sam?”

“The fuck if I know…” Bucky said, wobbling a little as he slumped against the Elevator wall. “Imma call him.”

The elevator stopped at their floor and they stepped out. Katie stumbled a little, giggling, and Steve caught her, laughing even harder at her face as she just could stop her snorting. Bucky was behind a little, swaying as he talked to Sam on the phone.

“This is us Doll.” Steve stopped outside their room, Katie in front of him, and he dropped a kiss to her neck as he went to open the door, reaching round her with the key card. After about 4 attempts he managed to get it into the little reader, before he pulled the handle down and pushed the door open.

“Where the fuck are you Sam?” Bucky was now leaning against the wall, talking angrily into his phone. Steve went to push Katie in the room but she stopped him.

“Wait, I need to record this for pos…pos…”

“Posterity?” Steve offered and she nodded.

“Yes, that…” she reached for her phone and moved it, the camera focussing on Bucky.

“No, we are on the 4th floor. Same as we were last night, not the 41st…that…it’s not even remotely the same!” Bucky gestured with his arms.

Steve sniggered and then noticed Katie had the phone trained on him. He jerked his head at Bucky “He’s an officer of the law Doll, as am I…just trying to get people to trust us…”

Katie giggled and continued to film Steve who started trying to stop her, reaching out to grab the phone laughing, his undone tie swinging around his neck. There was a lot more giggling, a few shrieks which stopped instantly as the elevator doors opened and Sam fell out.

“41st…seriously?” Bucky asked.

“Shut up man. “Sam slurred “Iss not like they put the numbers on the outside!”

At that point they all pointed to the sign beside the elevator door.

“Now, are you two good coz we’re…” Steve nodded to their room.

“Yeah yeah, don’t bang on the walls there are kids sleeping…” Sam pointed at Bucky, but before Steve could make some smart quip back Katie cut in.

“Ok enough now…” she yanked on Steve’s shirt pulling him into the room as she backed away smirking, her eyes locked on his, sparkling with mischief. Steve grinned as he let her drag him through the door, kicking it shut behind him.

“Someone’s impatient…” Steve smirked as he stopped in front of her, her shoes falling to the floor as his hands settled on her hips.

“Shut up…” she muttered, her hands sliding up round his neck and she pulled his face down to hers, kissing him deeply. They backed towards the bed, Steve kicking off his shoes as Katie yanked Steve’s dress shirt untucked from his pants before she started working at the buttons. In almost record time she had it open, shoving it down his arms as her lips worked against his, hungrily. Her hand then flew to his belt and she pulled that free, popping the button on his trousers as his hands gently reached to the side of her dress for the zip. He slid it down before she ducked her head slightly, allowing him to pull it over her head.

“Wait, wait…” she mumbled into his kiss and Steve groaned as he stopped, pulling back to look at her as she stood in nothing but a black lace thong. “My hair…”

“I’ve waited all fucking day…fuck your hair.”

“Just, it’s uncomfortable…” she mumbled again, her hands reaching up to start pulling the clips from the do. In a few seconds she’d worked it loose and Steve reached up, his fingers tangling in her curled locks and she gave a moan as the tips massaged gently at her scalp. “God that’s good…”

Steve licked his lips as he watched her bliss out for a second, before he decided he’d had enough. His hands slid down her back again as his mouth gently kissed her neck, focussing on that spot he knew drove her wild. She gave a soft sigh, which turned into a yelp and a giggle as Steve hooked his hands under her thighs and tipped them both onto the bed. Hovering over her a little, he took the time to simply look at her. Her cheeks were pink from the alcohol and dancing all night, her hair was in wild curls from being pinned up all day as it splayed over the bed covers and as he stared into her eyes, she reached up, her hand gently running through his hair.

“What’s the matter?” she asked softly.

“Hang on…” He smirked, his face dropping to hers giving her a deep kiss before he stood up off the bed, stripping off his trousers before he bent down for his tie. He turned to Katie, who was propped up on her elbows, watching him/ “I might not have any cuffs but…”

Katie bit her lip as he straddled her, his thighs either side of her hips as he wound the tie around her wrists, fastening it in place using the bottom slat of the fancy headboard, thanking God he had a suite with a posh bed. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her mouth again, before he moved his affections slowly down her jaw, to the hollow of her throat, sucking and biting gently before his mouth skated through her cleavage. Katie let out a loud moan and he smiled against her skin as he slid his arm underneath her and tugged her up slightly. His head bent to take a nipple into his mouth, flicking with his tongue, teasing it to a hard peak, listening to her soft gasps. He used both his hands and his mouth in a nearly coordinated attack that left her all but dying, her arms straining slightly where they were held above her head. She was completely desperate for his touch elsewhere, he could tell as he could read her body signals like a book. Happy to oblige, one of his hands slid down, dipping into her panties, finding her hot and wet for him. He groaned into her chest his fingers playing with her “Baby you’re soaked.”

She managed to moan in response, and then Steve was up in a flash, shedding his boxers as fast as he could before he crouched down on the bed, sliding Katie’s thong down her legs. Once there was no barrier between them he kissed her hard, Katie shifting so that her legs went around his waist, pulling him flush against her. Steve repositioned himself slightly, gently working into her, the pair of them letting out a satisfied sigh and he stilled a little, savouring the feeling he’d been desperate to feel all damned day. He began to thrust, slowly, deeply, running his hand down Katie’s leg until his hand stopped at her knee. Katie looked at him as he directed her leg up, casually resting it over his shoulder so that he could go even deeper, letting out a loud cry.

“Fuck, Stevie…”  Her arms pulled against the tie, but she was unable to move, and he gave a little smirk as he starting pushing a little harder, a little faster, then faster still, until he had reached an almost relentless pace, both his hands gripping the top of the headboard for traction as he continued, making her curse and leaving her short of breath, eyes closed in utter pleasure.

He slowed for a moment, making her look at him, letting out a noise of protest. “Don’t stop…” she begged, “Please Stevie…”

He grinned, and it was a wicked grin as he slowly moved to put her other leg over his shoulder too. He picked up the pace once again, pounding into her over and over and it wasn’t long before his name and another plethora of curses tumbled from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, and he felt her tightening and squeezing around him. He coaxed her through her release before dropping her legs from his shoulders, laying atop her and chasing after his own end furiously.

He nipped at her neck again, and he felt her lips brush his ear as his stomach started to tighten. “Come for me Captain…” she whispered, and fuck, hearing her say that was enough. He gave a hiss, followed by a low, growl as his rhythm stuttered, slowing and deepening as he came with a fucking surge like nothing he’d felt before, a frantic gasp of her name slipping from his lips before he collapsed forward, the room spinning around him.

The pair of them were slick with sweat and absolutely spent as they laid still, no sounds coming bar the ragged gasps for air from them both. Steve buried his head in the crook of his girl’s neck, his forehead still clammy and he let out a loud hmmm of contentment.

A moment or so later, Katie broke the silence.

“Baby…” she said softly.

His response was simply another hmmm because he was still utterly blissed out.

“Steve, my arms…” “Oh, shit, sorry…” he sighed, and with a movement that took a ridiculous amount of effort he reached up and deftly undid the garment, tossing it off the bed. He took her wrists in his hands, gently massaging them with his fingers and thumbs.

“I love you Steve Rogers.” She looked up at him, her eyes bright and he pressed his lips to hers as he gave her a deep, slow kiss

“I love you too sweetheart, more than you could ever know.”

She smiled at him, brushing her hand through his hair and down his neck, her nails gently tickling at the skin at the nape and he gave a soft sigh, his eyes closing at her touch. Eventually, before he started to fall asleep he unsheathed himself from her and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She tossed one leg over his as he held her close, his hand softly skimming up and down her spine as she gave a soft hum, and before long the excitement of the day and exertion of the night pulled them both into a deep, satisfied sleep.

*****

The next morning there were various members of the wedding party at reception trying to retrieve lost property. Tony had misplaced his phone, Sam was missing his wallet and Pepper had lost a shoe somehow, all of which had been found by staff and safely stored, along with Steve’s suit jacket and waistcoat, much to his relief. He didn’t fancy paying the Suit Hire Company whatever ludicrous amount he would have had to have done for losing 2 of the 3 pieces of the designer item. Once it was safely back in its carrier and deposited back at reception for collection later that day, they headed to breakfast. Bucky made a comment about the noise coming from Katie and Steve’s hotel room last night, several times actually as they’d gone a few more rounds during the night. First when Katie had woken up and then kissed Steve awake, a wicked glint in her eyes he was powerless to refuse and the second when he’d gotten up to go to the bathroom and taken his revenge for her earlier little demands so to speak.

“Seriously, it was ridiculous.” Bucky looked at the pair of them “I thought the damned bed was coming through the wall at one point.” “Oh suck it up Barnes.” Katie rolled her eyes “Didn’t you and Wilson have wild sex last night or what?”

“No, actually, we both fell asleep…didn’t even get chance to upload any photos of the day to Social Media.”

Katie blinked as Bucky returned to attacking his pancakes, before she reached into her pocket for her phone.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“Checking Buck’s insta…” she said. Steve watched as she flicked across the screen “Lying bastard.”

Steve frowned “Why are you-“

“He says they fell asleep but...” Katie turned her phone so Steve could see it. “He posted a selfie last night, or this morning of them both.” “That could have been taken any time.

“Nope, look. There’s a panel on the wall behind him there that I’m 100% positive is their hotel room, it’s the same as in ours.”

“Ok, that’s…” Steve shook his head. “You weirdo.”

Katie grinned “The proof is in the details Stevie, you know this.”

“And you’re all about the detail Doll…”

“Hey, I had my finger right on the dot when I called it about him and Sam in the first place, you were the one that missed it.” She looked at him.

“Well…” Steve dropped his head so his mouth was by his ear, so only she could hear him. “its a good job my fingering is accurate in other departments then isn’t it?”

Katie grinned as Steve dropped a kiss to her lips before they both got on with their breakfast. It wasn’t long before Sarah joined them, groaning about her head spinning. Steve, being in a very relaxed mood, was quick to tease his mom about her behaviour and the amount she had drunk, not to mention her consumption of some rather ‘special’ sweets.

It was a perfect way to end off the wedding celebrations, and little over an hour later everyone was gathered outside bidding goodbye to Pepper and Tony as they set off for their Honeymoon in Malibu. Katie hugged her brother tight, then her sister-in-law, before the guests who had stayed at the hotel waved them off.

Steve then carried his Ma’s bags down from her room to Bucky’s car, before she hugged Katie and then turned to him.

“Have a wonderful afternoon and evening.” She said, giving him a significant look and he felt a sudden nervousness which tightened his chest as he thought about his plans “You’ve nothing to worry about son, you’ll see.” He gave her a smile “I hope so Ma.” “Hey, have I ever been wrong about anything before?” “Erm, a few times.” He nodded and she scoffed, before she shook her head.

“Not about Star though, huh.” “No, ok, I’ll give you that one.” He rolled his eyes and she smiled climbing into the back of Buck’s ford.

Bucky grinned at Steve, and started acting out the dance to Single Ladies, waving his left hand at Steve who flipped him off, before turning hastily round to check where Katie was, but she was too engrossed in a conversation with Sam to notice.

“I hate you.” Steve deadpanned at Bucky who let out a roar of laughter. Once everyone was gone, Steve and Katie wrapped up in coats, scarves and boots, Katie jamming a sparkly pink woolly hat on over her hair that matched her scarf because “Its winter, Captain…” and they headed out into the chilly December air to take in the festivities going on in Manhattan. They visited a few Christmas Stalls, drank a lot of mulled wine and cider, had lunch and a few cocktails in a little bar not far from Times Square and generally just had a great afternoon relaxing and simply enjoying each other’s company. Every so often Steve would drop a kiss to one of Katie’s cheeks which were pink from the cold and watch that adorable smile cross her face every time he did so.

As the emerged from the pop up bar that had been set up not far from their Hotel, Steve took Katie’s hand in his and they walked down the sidewalk. When they rached the entrance to the Plaza Katie made as if to turn into the door, but Steve kept walking pulling her with him.

She stayed silent for a bit, looking at him but he kept his face straight and focussed forward. Eventually, she sussed out where he was taking her and spoke.

“Steve, are we going to the park? It’s getting dark babe.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” He glanced at her and she chuckled in response.

“I know you will Captain, but you remember I’m a cop too, right?” “Like I could forget.”

“Ok, so why are we going to the park?”  she pressed again “I thought we were going back to the hotel for an early night and room service?”

“We are, in a little while.” He assured her “But I thought you might like a walk through the park first. Plenty more stalls to find, and I don’t think we’ve been since we took that selfie that the Squirrel bombed. Plus, I know you like the trees lit up and the snow.” She looked up at him, beaming “You’re disgustingly perfect, you know that?” “I try Doll.” Steve smiled as they stopped at the crossing, waiting until they could cross.

“I love that.” She turned to face in and Steve looked at her.

“Love what?”

“When you call me Doll.” “I’ve always called you Doll.” He said as they started to walk across the road.

“Yeah but I’ve never told you I love it.” She shrugged.

“Well it’s good to know.” He smiled as they entered the park.

They walked for a little while, taking in the decorations and lights until eventually, not far from the Imagine memorial, they stumbled across a group of carol singers. They stopped for a while, listening to them belt out a few carols, Katie leaning back into Steve as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, dropping a kiss to her neck making her shiver and cringe a little at his cold nose. He gave a chuckle, his arms preventing her from moving away as they stood watching the show.

As a woman approached where they were with a charity collection bucket, Steve reached into his pocket for his wallet, his fingers brushing the small box inside before he retrieved what he had been digging for and pulled out a ten. He dropped it into the bucket, and she wished them both Merry Christmas which they returned and Steve dropped his head to speak into Katie’s ear.

“Shall we go see if we can find our Squirrel?” “It’s the middle of winter.” Katie looked at him. “He’ll be hibernating.” Steve wrinkled his nose “You never know. It’s Christmas in New York. Anything could happen.”

She pondered for a moment and then shrugged “Suppose so. Ok, let’s go see if we can find Nutkin.” “Nutkin?” Steve frowned.

“Yeah.” Katie looked at him “Did your Mom never read Beatrix Potter to you?”

“Nope. Can’t say she did.” He shrugged “My favourite was always Wizard of Oz.” “Well, in that case let’s follow the yellow brick road Captain” she grinned and Steve let out a loud chuckle “See if Nutkin is over the rainbow.”

“Not so much yellow brick as snowy asphalt but I like the sentiment sweetheart.”

Katie laughed as they set off away from the singers, down the path towards the spot they were talking about and Steve smiled as the snow gently started to fall. Katie tipped her head up, sticking her tongue out to catch the odd flake and he laughed at her, she really was the biggest child when it came to stuff like this and he freaking loved it because it brought out the inner kid in him too.

As they neared the spot they were aiming for, his stomach suddenly started doing flips, his spare hand curling around the box in his pocket, his mouth feeling dry, as if he was about to embark on the biggest case of his life, and in a way he was. As the path led them to the benches he’d aimed for, lit up by one of the cast iron lanterns they stopped and Katie looked around, before she turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“See, no Nutkin.”

“No?” Steve asked, “Then what’s that?” he pointed over her shoulder. She spun round and he took his chance, whipping the box out of his pocket and getting down on one knee.

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing there!” She spun back round to face him “You’re such a…” she trailed off, her eyes widening as she took in the fact he was down on one knee, the box held out in front of him, open, displaying his mom’s ring which was twinkling like a star in the light of the lantern.

“Steve…” her hand flew to her mouth “What…” “When I told you last night that I was never gonna leave you again I meant it.” He cut her off, his eyes locking onto hers as he swallowed down his nerves. “I know we haven’t been together long really but, well the past 10 years have gotta count for somethin’ huh?”

She spluttered a laugh, her eyes shining, hand still clamped over her mouth where it was joined by the other one.

“Katie, I know I’ll never love anyone like I love you. It’s always been you, even when I was too dumb to see it for myself. I love you so much sweetheart. Will you marry me?”

She blinked, tears filling her eyes and she gave the smallest of nods, so small in fact Steve couldn’t quite believe she’d done it. He held his breath as he watched her, waiting for what felt like a century until her hands dropped from her mouth to just below her neck, fingers tangling in her scarf and she nodded again, a huge grin spreading across her face.

“Yes, yes of course I will.” “Really?” Steve blurted out and she nodded again.

“Yes, really.”

He rose to his feet, giving a little splutter of a laugh as he gently stepped towards her, reaching for her left hand which was trembling as he held it in his, slipping his Ma’s ring onto her finger. It fit pretty well, and he gave a sigh of relief to see it finally in the place it was meant to be.

She glanced down at it, her eyes widening before she looked up at him, those green pools shining with tears. “I know this might be hard to believe given my, rather colourful love life shall we say, but it’s always been you too Steve.”

“Well, let’s just say I can see a part of me in them all.” He grinned as she glanced at her hand once more, flexing her fingers to examine her newest piece of jewellery. “Do you really like it?” he blurted out, suddenly doubting himself. “I mean, if you don’t I can get you a new one…” “A new one?” she frowned.

“Yeah, that’s my Ma’s. Well, it was.” he said softly and her eyes flew up to his, a tear trickling down her cheek. “It’s yours now.” “Really?” she asked, her voice a whisper. He nodded and she looked down at it again, before she looked back at him. “That makes it even more special. Don’t you dare think about it Steven Grant Rogers. I love it. It’s beautiful”

He smiled back at her, as they both glanced down at the ring that had just sealed them together for a lifetime as it sat on her hand, peeking out of the sleeve of her grey woollen jumper which was poking out from underneath her quilted jacket.

“Steve…” “Yeah?” his eyes moved from her hand to her face and she smiled.

“Are you gonna kiss your fiancé for the first time or not?” she asked, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“Come ‘ere and find out…” he grinned, reaching for her hips as he pulled her flush to him. His hands slipped upwards, cupping her face as he tilted his down, his lips meeting hers in a slow, deep passionate kiss that left them both slightly breathless. Their foreheads pressed together, and he slid his nose against hers, smiling furiously. He felt like he could positively burst with happiness as he looked into his girl, no, his fiancé’s eyes.

“You know, we are in our selfie spot…” she said, pulling away slightly and he looked at her “Be a shame not to take one, don’t you think, send it to a few people…”

“You’re right, it would be…” he grinned reaching for his phone. He moved so that he was behind her, holding his phone out to position it right and then he leaned down to peck her cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. When he opened them he smiled at her, catching her lips again gently before he looked at his phone. He gave a snort, his arm curling round Katie’s shoulders as he studied the photo. Katie had opened her mouth in a huge exited expression, waving her left hand up in the air, turned so her ring was flashing at the camera. It was a beautiful shot, the background of the snowy trees shone white around them, a few snowflakes speckled on both their dark clothing.

“Can I send this to Ma?” Steve asked, and she grinned, eagerly” “Yeah, and Tony…oh, and Bucky too” Katie said, watching as Steve nodded, selecting the people. He paused for a second, wondering what caption to send with it before he gave a little chuckle as he thought of the perfect one.

Thank you Jerk…

“I liked it so I put a ring on it…” Katie snorted as she read the text and he shrugged, pressing send. No sooner had he shoved it back in his pocket, it started ringing.

“Leave it…” Katie said gently as she turned to him, her hands sliding up the front of his jacket, his own locking at the base of her back. “Let’s enjoy it for a little while longer, just the two of us.”

He smiled as his lips brushed hers, giving her a soft gentle kiss. He pulled back, the stupid grin still plastered on his face and she gave a giggle, her nose brushing his.

“I love you.” She said gently, “Always.”

“To the end of the line Doll.” He smiled back, his lips pressing back to hers as he lifted her gently off her feet drawing a giggle from her mouth, a sound he would never, ever get tired of hearing. His hands gently gripped under her thighs, easily supporting her weight as her legs dangled behind him. She wrapped one arm round his shoulders and neck, the other cupped his face as she leaned down to give him a searing kiss. And as they stood in the middle of Central Park completely lost in one another with the snow drifting down around them, 3 days before Christmas, Steve Rogers knew right then that they might have gone the long way round but him and his star had made it in the end. And he no longer felt like a man out of place or time. In fact, quite the opposite.

He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

[thedukedudeinadress]

Simple Things In Life - 1

Ships: Remile (A Full Blown Relationship), Prinxiety (New Love), Logicality (A Mutual Crush), Demus (Physical Love)

Warnings: Swearing, homophobia, violence, talk about sex

Remile - A Full Blown Relationship: One

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Emile & Remy had been dating for about half a year & somehow a few assholes at Emile’s school had found out about it. Remy was supposed to pick him up around 16.30 so he had to wait at campus after school. The group of jocks had waited until Emile was alone & then dragged him around the main building to where no one ever went & beat him senseless. That had been around 16.20 & when Remy came Emile had been nowhere to be seen. Remy texted, called & screamed for his boyfriend but nothing. He looked around & when he found Emile he had been laying on the ground, lifeless, for almost an hour.

Perspective (mainly): Remy

“EMILE!” He couldn’t see properly who it was but he knew it was him & his voice was filled with panic. As he ran up to his boyfriend he pulled out his phone & called 911. As he got to his boyfriend someone picked up.

“911, what’s your emergency”

“M- my boyfriend! H- he- I thin- I think he got beaten up! He’s bleeding &- &” he spoke quickly & his voice was even more filled with panic than before as he tried to get Emile to wake up.

“Sir, please try to stay calm. Where are you?”

“Behind the main building of Masons”

“Okay, ambulance is on it’s way. Is your boyfriend awake?”

“N-“

“Remy? Emile’s voice was weak almost unhearable but he heard it, tears that had been stuck in his eyelashes now flowed down his cheeks.

“Yeah”

“Try to keep him awake, ambulance should be there at any moment” Remy had dropped the phone the moment he had said that Emile was awake but he understood what he had to do.

“Oh my fucking god! Emile! Who- wha-“ Remy got his boyfriend to sit up a little & kissed his forehead “What happened? Who did this?” He didn’t think he would get an answer right now but he did.

“Some guys dragged me here & beat me up” Emile’s voice was still weak but a little louder. Mentally, Remy swore to never let Emile be alone at campus again as he hugged his boyfriend & the ambulance drove up behind him.

“They’ll never dare to touch you again, I promise”

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Three days later Emile got out of the hospital. He had a broken leg & several bruises. He wasn’t allowed to go back to school in a couple of weeks & during those weeks he basically lived at Remy’s place.. & when those weeks were over he wasn’t going to Masons anymore. Instead of the fancy, expensive school he was now going to Sanders with Remy instead & oh, how much better wasn’t that? Remy could now make sure Emile was always safe or at least be nearby.

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Perspective(mainly): Emile

“Remy, I can walk on my own, I have crutches” Emile said, slightly ashamed over the fact that Remy was giving him a piggyback ride over a campus filled with people.

“I know you CAN but your leg is still broken & I don’t mind giving my adorable boyfriend piggyback rides” Remy knew how overprotective he had became after what happened but he really didn’t care, as long as Emile didn’t get hurt.

“Hmm.. fine, I guess it’s nice not to have to walk” Emile relaxed slightly & leaned his head against the side of Remy’s as a guy, just slightly overdressed, walked up to them.

“Hey, Princey” Remy said & smirked at the guy.

“Morning, Remy!” The guy said & looked at Emile “Judging by.. everything you gotta be Emile! I’m Roman! I’ve heard a lot about you!” the guy- Roman was energetic & had a very sunny smile.

“Nice to meet you.. I’ve heard literally nothing about you” he said & elbowed Remy slightly. Roman made some offended, overdramatic noises & that added to the fact that Remy had called him ‘Princey’ made him relise who he was tho.

“Ahh! Wait, no! You’re the theatre guy! Remy never talks about any of his friends by name so..” Remy scoffed & Roman laughed slightly.

“Ahaaa! Yeah, now that sounds like Remy, alright” Emile laughted at that & already knew he was gonna like this guy.

“We have about an hour before the classes start so.. anyone wants coffe? Imma meet Virgil in the cafeteria anyway” As the coffee addict Remy was, he lit up just at the mention of coffee & immediately nodded enthusiastically.

“Don’t have to ask me twice!” He said & turned his gaze towards Emile “What do you say, babe?”

“Sounds great!” He said & gave his boyfriend a kiss on his cheek & then buried his face in the side of his neck.

It was kinda weird for Emile to be able to show so much affection in school but he surely didn’t mind it.

Roman offered to take Emile’s crutches so Emile could hold onto Remy better & he gratefully handed the crunches over to Roman & then tighten his grip around his boyfriend & Remy returned that with a kiss on Emile’s cheek.

As they got to the cafeteria Remy carefully put Emile down & Roman gave him his crutches. Roman asked what they wanted & told them to go sit at ‘the normal table’ & that he could pay for their drinks. Emile followed his boyfriend down to a table in the corner where a guy who was obviously emo sat & drew with big headphones on. As they got closer to the table he glanced up & took off his headphones.

“Hello, sleepyhead” he said & nodded at Remy who scoffed in reply.

“Emo nightmare” the guy scoffed & then looked over at Emile.

“You must be Emile” Emile nodded in reply & figured that the guy who Remy always called emo nightmare must be the guy Roman was gonna meet here, Virgil.

“Yeah, Virgil, right?” He said as he sat down. Virgil looked at him in slight surprise.

“Did you figure that out yourself ot did this bitch actually ever say my name to you?” He said & gestured towards Remy, who had now settled down next to Emile, & Emile couldn’t help but laugh slightly at that.

“I figured it out. He never uses names for any of you but apparently I’m special” as Emile said the last part Remy smiled, blushed slightly & rolled his eyes.

“Of course you’re special, babe” he said & turned his boyfriend’s face with one hand & gave him a quick kiss.

“Hello there, love birds!” Roman’s energetic voice got them all to turn their attention to him “here’s your coffee” he said & put down a cup in front if Remy “your tea” & put down a cup in front of Emile & then finally “& your coffee” he said as he sat down next to Virgil who reattached out his hand for it “Na-a!” Roman stretched his arm in the opposite direction & continued “You know what applies for your daily free coffee” he said & Virgil rolled his eyes in an amused way, took a grip of Roman’s collar with both hands & pulled him into a deep kiss & he hummed satisfied before Virgil broke the kiss.

“Now give me my coffee, Princey” Roman chuckled slightly & gave Virgil his coffee which he immediately took a big sip from.

Emile didn’t stare, barely even looked at them, but his brain was filled with thoughts. There was more people than him (& his boyfriend) that were LGBTQ+ at this place? & they were friends with his boyfriend? & his boyfriend hadn’t told him? He giggled slightly which caused Remy to look at him as if he knew exactly what was going through his head.

“Yeah, this happens every day” he said quietly even though he knew that he could have screamed it & the other two still wouldn’t hear it as they were way to caught up in being ‘that couple’ that barely could see or hear anything but each other.

Emile looked around & the fact that nobody even glanced over at them made him want to scream of happiness but instead he just giggled again & then took Remy coffee out of his hand just as he was about to take a sip & put the cup on the table. Remy was just going to protest as Emile twisted his hand into the material if his t-shirt & then pulled him into a deep, long kiss & Remy hummed happily & decided to reduce the distance between them only so the kiss could last a little longer. Emile was the one who yielded & when Remy looked at him he blushed deeply but the happy look on his face could easily challenge the brightness of the sun itself & Remy couldn’t possibly do anything but smile back at him. When Emile then looked up properly again there was another guy sitting at the table, next to Virgil.

“Hello” Emile said with a raw voice & the man giggled.

“Hi! I’ll take that as that you are Emile?” The guy had a light blue jumper skirt over a baby pink t-shirt & Emile immediately knew who this was.

“Heh, yeah, that’s me” he said “& you’re Patton Heart” now that even got Roman & Virgil to look at him. How could he possibly know that?

“Yup! That’s me, alright!” He said bubbely & Remy & Virgil looked confused for a moment before realising how he knew who Patton was.

“I keep forgetting how many followers you have online” Remy said teasingly & Patton giggled.

“The designer never gets credit” Roman signed ironically & shook his head & all of them started to laugh.

“Maybe if-“ Patton started but got interrupted.

“NO! I can’t just ride on your fame, Pat”

“Roman.. you’re literally making half of the clothes. Why not just make yourself something & appear in some pictures? You deserve to be credited more than just in the caption! Or maybe just appear in a YouTube video?”

“Hmm.. maybe we could make a video with me designing & making clothes.. but wouldn’t that be bo-“

“Roman!” Both Patton & Virgil said it at the same time & Emile & Remy only amused watched the conversation.

“Just do it for all in the world!” Virgil held his boyfriend’s face with both hands close to his own & as soon as Roman had signed & said ‘okay’ he gave him a quick but deep kiss. “Good”

Remy glanced down on his clock & sighed “I need to go” he said before standing up & turning towards his boyfriend “if it is anything just text me, kej?”

“Okay” Emile said, trying to hide how sad he was about him having to leave already.. but obviously Remy saw it.

“Em, I’m serious, I’ll keep track of my phone & if it’s urgent..” he took out his phone from his bag & quickly did something “..you have my schedule, so you know where to find me” Emile at once felt a little better & smiled.

“Thanks”

“No problem, babe” Remy said & leaned down to quickly kiss his boyfriend & then took off before quickly swirling around “Pat, you’re in the same class as him. Take care of him” Patton giggled & nodded & now Remy actually left.

“We have about 10 more minutes before we need to leave” he said to Emile.

“Okay” he smiled genuinely even though he was scared. He kind of knew someone in his class so it should be fine.

& fine it was! It was more than fine, it was nice & he was pleased to see that his & Remy’s lunch hour fell at the same time.

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Perspective (mainly): Remy

Remy had checked his phone at least twice every class & was relived that he hadn’t gotten any texts from his boyfriend. When the lunch break began he grabbed Logan, another of his friends & hurried to the cafeteria where he spotted Patton, Emile & Declan at the normal table. They quickly got food & walked down to the table.

“Hello there, sugar cube” Remy said as he sat down next to his boyfriend who lit up as soon as he had heard his voice & hugged him as soon as he had settled down. “Missed me?” Remy said teasingly & Emile giggled.

“Of course, silly!” Emile gave him a quick kiss & then kept eating his food.

“Ugh, I wish my boyfriend had his lunch at the same time as me too” Declan signhed & Patton laughed.

“I wish I wasn’t single” he glanced over at Logan who, per usual, sat quietly & ate his lunch. He said it was unpractical to talk as you ate & should wait until afterwards. Remy rolled his eyes & chuckled slightly at the fact that Logan STILL hadn’t noticed the obvious crush Patton had on him.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a coward you wouldn’t be” Declan said whith a slightly annoyed tone which, to everyone’s surprise, caused Logan to talk during a meal.

“Declan, stop it. Feelings aren’t always easy” they all stared at him, including Emile who had met all his boyfriend’s friends except Logan earlier that day & therefore knew that this guy did not usually talk during meals, Logan however didn’t notice that nor the small blush appearing on Patton’s face as he already had gone back to his usual setting.

“Oookay! Declan, how’s Remus?” Remy asked to break the awkward silence that had appeared.

“Oh! He’s good.. like, really goo-“

“Dee, sthap! TMI. I know what you mean when you go on like that” Patton said which caused a mild blush & wicked grin to appear on Declan’s face & the others to laugh loudly.

“Roman would literally kill you if was here, you know” Patton said with a mannered voice & they all laughed, even Logan chuckled slightly.

“I can’t blame him tho, who would want to hear about their sibling’s sex life?” Remy said & once again even Logan chuckled slightly.

“I believe.. uhm.. RIGHT! No one!” Emile said with a mannered voice.

“That is a very rare thing to be interested in, yes” Logan’s voice once again took them by surprise but this time he had actually finished his food.

“Hah, mr. Talkative is done, I see” Remy said before putting on a wicked grin & started talking teasingly “Sooo! Logan! Any guys you’ve found interested lately” Logan immediately flushed up & glanced over at Patton before quickly looking down back at the table. So his theory had proven to be correct once again; Patton & Logan liked each other but was far to blind to see it.

“Why not.. I don’t know.. ask him out?” Declan said teasingly, still that wicked grin on his lips.

“I should leave” Logan said, stood up, took his things & left.

“I- I’ll be right back” Patton’s voice was cracking & he ran off before the other’s had the chance to even see where he went.

“Fuck..” Declan said.

“Oh yeah, big time” Remy said.

“Okay so let me get this straight! Patton like Logan & Logan like Patton but they’re far to blind for the obvious signs that their feelings are mutual?”

“Yup” Remy sighed.

“& I’m just guessing this isn’t the first time you’ve tried to get one of them to confess?”

“Your guess is correct” Declan said.

“Well, I’m not expecting you to get this since you probably know about as much about psychology as I know about teaching but you’re both stupid”

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A/N: I came up with an idea for a college AU & here we are! New AU! WEE!

[artificialqueens]

Gloxalias and other ways to say I love you (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: Brooke works in a hospital gift shop. Vanessa is the mom of a young cancer patient who really loves flowers. It’s no match made in Heaven, but they might just be able to create their own.

This fic has the potential to be hugely, massively triggering. There’s grief, mentions of death, descriptions of anxiety, and explicit content to do with childhood cancer, surgery, and there’s a lot of medical content. PLEASE take care of yourselves.

Thank you Holtz for beta-ing this and for being a wonderful human. Also thank you to all the folks on AO3 who shared their stories with me. The responses from everyone who’ve been touched by cancer in some way have been truly humbling, and I hope readers here on AQ will find it resonates with them too.

The first time Brooke sees Vanessa, she’s combing through the hospital gift shop looking for flowers.

“Are you sure your unit allows flowers?” Brooke asks when the woman reaches the counter with an armful of daisies.

“Oh, um… No.” she looks taken aback by the question, like it was one she’s never considered. “You even allowed to ask me that? Consternationality an’ all that?”

Brooke is unable to keep herself from cracking a little smile. “Nah, confidentiality only applies to doctors. I’m just a lowly cashier,” she sighs with a fake forelorness that makes the other woman laugh, a loud, scratchy bark that makes everyone within fifty feet of the gift shop turn around in alarm.

Brooke thinks it’s infectious.

“Seriously though, mama, I ain’t actually sure.” the woman shrugs after they both finally calm down. “You know if the pod—peda—pom—the kids’ ward lets people have flowers? My kid loves ‘em.”

Brooke doesn’t, and she tells the woman so. For a moment, from the way the bright, lively twinkle in the woman’s eyes dies down a little, Brooke is afraid the woman might start to cry, or even yell. She’s seen it before; distraught family members upset at the exorbitant pricing of stuffed animals or the fact that their loved one’s favourite snack isn’t available taking it out on her, screaming until their voices are hoarse and their rage is subdued by a peace offering of a free purchase of any one item they want. Brooke isn’t supposed to do it, but it saves her jugular, and she can get the desperation and pent-up grief they’re feeling.

She’s about to offer the same consolation prize to this woman when the woman collects herself unexpectedly, letting out a sigh as her face smooths over into something that’s almost a smile.

“Alright, Mary. I’ll check with the nurse and come back if I can.”

“Brooke.” Brooke says, almost inaudibly, as the woman turns to leave.

“Huh?” the woman turns around, a confused frown knitting itself onto her face.

“Brooke. Not Mary. My name’s Brooke.” She blushes the minute the words are out of her mouth, realizing how nitpicky and stupid she must sound. But if the woman thinks so, she doesn’t show it; in fact, she smiles brightly, the sparkle returning to her eyes as she laughs again, making Brooke relax and laugh a little, too.

“Alright then, miss Brooke-not-Mary. See you soon as the nurses tell me I can come back down and pick up these flowers.”

“Alright then,” Brooke nods, an inexplicable thread of hope weaving through her chest, “See you around…”

“Vanessa. But my friends call me Vanjie.”

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Vanessa comes back down a few days later, a triumphant smile spread across her face as she marches straight up to the counter.

“Guess who can buy flowers, bitch!”

Brooke looks up from the stolen magazine she’s not supposed to be reading and grins.

“I was hoping you’d come back.”

Vanessa arches a brow. “You flirtin’ with me, Mary?”

Brooke almost chokes on her tongue.

“I’m—no, I’m so sorry, I’m not—“

“Relax,” Vanessa chuckles, raising her hands in mock surrender. “I’m just jokin’, I ain’t mean nothin’.”

Brooke can’t figure out why she feels a little disappointed at the words, nor why Vanessa’s voice seems to hold the same feeling.

Or maybe she’s just imagining it.

Nonetheless, Vanessa circles the flower section for about five minutes before returning to Brooke with the same armful of daisies she had picked out yesterday. Only this time, there are twice the amount, such that the brunette’s face is almost completely hidden behind their petals.

“You good?” Brooke laughs as Vanessa drops the flowers onto the counter with a huff.

“Just ring ‘em up, mama.” Vanessa rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the little smile she’s clearly trying not to crack.

Brooke starts to do just that, and soon the only sound that fills the room is the rhythmic beeping of her scanner.

—

“So… your kid really likes daisies, huh?” Brooke ventures the next day, when Vanessa was back with the same armful of flowers. The younger woman just blinks.

“I mean, they like most kinds of ‘em, I just don’t wanna fuck up, y’know? I been reading up on all that petal-talk shit, I ain’t want to get them somethin’ that means divorce when I’m tryna make them feel better. I know daisy means happy shit, so that’s what imma stick to.”

Brooke’s heart softens. She’s been working at the gift shop for about five years now, and she’s seen countless parents blow through looking for something to either get their kids or pass the time while trying not to worry about them. She’s never met a mother so hung up on details that she’d worry right down to the hidden meanings of the flowers she’s buying. It’s downright adorable, and even though she probably shouldn’t, she can’t help but get involved.

“Y’know, I used to be into flower language myself.” She shifts on her feet, suddenly acutely aware of how her suggestion could be taken. And, just as she feared, Vanessa laughs.

“There you go, flirtin’ with me again.” Vanessa winks, still giggling as she watches Brooke’s face go crimson. “Tell you what, I gotta go ‘cause my kid’s got an MRI, but imma be back tomorrow, an’ you can teach me all about that daisy tulip pussyfoot mumble-jumble. Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” Brooke smiles.

For some reason, even after she gets home that night, her body is still buzzing with nerves and something that feels suspiciously like excitement.

—

As it turns out, Vanessa isn’t just back the next day—she’s back the day after that, and the day after that, and so on for the rest of the week. At first, they stick to flowers; Brooke runs through every plant in the gift shop’s small collection, rattling off any fact she thinks Vanessa might find interesting.

“You know, even though tulips are commonplace now, in the 1600s, these things were actually more valuable than gold in the Netherlands. Isn’t that wild?”

“I actually read that the juice from bluebell flowers can be used to make glue. See how sticky it is?”

“Orchids are actually my favourite flowers–Did you know that they don’t even need soil to grow? They can get nutrients from the air!”

Vanessa always listens with intent, nodding and smiling in a way that Brooke can tell shows she’s genuinely interested.

Slowly, they get to talking more, Vanessa hanging by the counter long after she’s traded a creased wad of fives for a new vase or packets of plant food. Sometimes, she doesn’t buy anything at all, only stands across from Brooke, or drags her over to the flower section to talk, the perfumy smell of pollen tickling at their noses as they trade snippets of their life stories.

Vanessa is a fashion designer who works part-time for a swimsuit company, part-time on her own small business designing adaptive clothing for disabled people of all ages. Vanessa’s kid, Frances, is twelve years old and loves soccer, flowers, and their pet frog, Bertha. They’re in the seventh grade but doing math at a grade eight level, and they had come out as non-binary when they were ten, the same year they were diagnosed with a tumour lodged in their occipital lobe. Vanessa and Frances were Catholic, and even though cancer, transness, and faith were difficult to reconcile, the chaplain at the hospital was fearless and the two of them had managed.

Vanessa had been married before, but he had died of the same illness that Frances is struggling with now, long before Frances even knew him. They don’t remember him now, and for that, Vanessa is grateful.

“I still haven’t told them,” Vanessa shrugs through a noseful of baby’s breath. “I don’t want them thinkin’ that they’re goin’ the same way. It’s been two years now an’ the cancer’s gonna be gone after this last round of chemo and then their resection, I can feel it. I don’t want them worryin’ about how their daddy didn’t get the same chance.”

Vanessa leaves that day with an armful of violet chrysanthemums and a weight lifted off her shoulders.

–

“I can’t tell you how nice it is you don’t pity me.” Vanessa says the next day.

“Mm, what do you mean?” Brooke frowns as she deadheads a pot of violets that nobody’s buying.

“I can tell. Whenever I tell people it’s my kid I’m here for, they get all sappy, an’ tell me they’ll pray for me. An’ it’s nice and all, but it gets old real quick, you know what I’m saying?”

Brooke does. She’s seen it too many times before not to. It’s one of the reasons only she works at the gift shop now; other than the fact that it’s stocked by a rotating parade of high schoolers and a few well-intentioned volunteers on her days off, she’s the only person who’s ever been able to shut that pity off. Most of the time, it’s a survival mechanism.

With Vanessa, though, it comes easier than that.

“You don’t need my pity.” Brooke shrugs. “You need this pot of violets more.” she kicks the massive pot over to where Vanessa is kneeling, and relishes in the barking laugh that follows.

Everyone in the lobby hears Vanessa’s laugh so often now that no one turns snaps to attention at its melody anymore.

And as for Brooke, it’s become one of her favourite sounds.

–

The date of Frances’ resection approaches far too quickly, and the closer it gets, the more Vanessa asks to hear about Brooke’s life.

“Well, what do you want to know?” Brooke passes the illegally-opened bag of maltesers that she and Vanessa have been sharing into the smaller woman’s hands.

“I dunno.” Vanessa wiggles on Brooke’s stool, a spare volunteer vest that’s far too big for her framing her hunched-over form. She’s not supposed to be wearing it, not even supposed to be behind the counter, but at this point, nobody would know the difference, and Vanessa needs the shelter. “Tell me how you got into flowers, an’ how come you ain’t a florist.”

“I am one, technically.” Brooke pops another malteser into her mouth and chews casually. “It’s just hard to get work in a flower shop these days. I’d save up to open my own, but…”

“This job ain’t pay well.” Vanessa nods. “I can tell you kinda like it here, though.”

Brooke shrugs. “Some people collect stuffed animals, I collect stories.”

Vanessa looks at her with an expression she can’t quite decipher, but dares to hope means something good. Her hopes are realized when Vanessa’s face smooths out, her voice suddenly gentle.

“I bet you got lots of interesting stories yourself, huh, miss Brooke?”

Brooke can feel her face grow hot, and hopes to God she doesn’t look as flustered as she feels. Taking a deep breath and pulling herself together, she forces out a joke. “Wow, now who’s flirting with me?”

Vanessa arches an eyebrow, but doesn’t protest. In fact, she only hums as she pops the last malteser in her mouth, gets up, and walks away, a swing in her hips, twinkle in her eye, and stolen volunteer vest still hanging off her shoulders.

–

“Tell me more about you.”

Brooke is locking up the shop when she hears the telltale scratch of Vanessa’s voice behind her.

“Oh, hey.” she smiles reflexively, the muscles in her face so used to stretching into a grin when Vanessa’s around now that it feels second-nature. “I’m actually just about to close–”

“I’m not tryna buy anything.” Vanessa shakes her head. “I wanna… I just… Please. The third floor Tim’s is twenty-four hours, let me buy you a coffee or somethin’.”

The realization hits Brooke in the chest before she can feel any sort of celebration at the suggestion.

It’s April twenty-fourth.

The evening before Frances’ surgery.

“Okay.” Brooke nods, “Let’s go get coffee.”

–

Brooke can tell that Vanessa doesn’t drink coffee much from the way her hands start to shake about halfway through her first large triple-triple. Or maybe she’s just that nervous; either way, when Brooke offers her hand, Vanessa takes it without hesitation.

Their fingers knit together almost too comfortably, and Brooke pretends not to notice Vanessa’s blush as the warmth of Brooke’s hand connects with the cold sweat against her own.

It’s just a comfort gesture, Brooke tells herself, but from the way Vanessa grips back, soft and natural and like her hand has found its way home, she’s not sure she believes it.

They talk for hours, bouncing from topics like Brooke’s favourite childhood TV shows to how she used to dance to her top five role models. At some point, they run out of things to talk about, but rather than settle into silence, they lapse into a spontaneous game of truth or dare, letting swigs of even more coffee keep score as they trade escalating challenges between one another.

At first, the questions and dares are innocent enough. Vanessa asks Brooke her favourite hockey team, Brooke dares Vanessa to try to throw a balled-up napkin into the trash from her seat at the table. At some point, though, when they’re both full up on coffee and their box of forty timbits is running low, things take a different turn.

“Truth.” Brooke nibbles on one of the last sourcream glazed in the box, watching Vanessa intently. She’s expecting another commonplace question, something boring and by-the-book, but then Vanessa pauses, chewing her lip.

“What is it, Ness?” Brooke prompts. Vanessa exhales deeply in response.

“Are you single right now?” Brooke’s heart stops as Vanessa spits out the question, her eyes locked on Brooke’s face and anxiously searching for an answer in her expression.

It’s nothing; it’s probably nothing. Vanessa’s just trying to make conversation, that’s all. Their connection, their jokes about flirting, Vanessa’s hand still stuck intertwined with Brooke’s–it’s all just two women brought together by an unfortunate circumstance, two women who have become friends, no matter how much Brooke wants it to be more. Vanessa’s different. Vanessa doesn’t want the same thing as Brooke. She can’t want the same thing as Brooke. She’s a mom, an amazing, fearless, talented working mom, and Brooke runs a hospital gift shop. Vanessa is fierce and passionate, and Brooke sells flowers and candy while watching her life go by. There’s no way Vanessa is asking for the reason Brooke wants her to be. Brooke shouldn’t get her hopes up.

She can’t help but get her hopes up as she answers with a quiet, hopeful, “Yeah. I’m single. Yeah.”

She can’t help but have her hopes melt into relief when Vanessa smiles.

“Your turn.” Vanessa’s grip tightens on Brooke’s hand, and the sparkle in her eyes, that beautiful fucking sparkle that always seems to feel like it’s just for Brooke, is somehow incredibly reassuring. Encouraging.

Almost like a dare.

Brooke takes a deep breath, and then she takes a chance.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Why do you want to know if I’m single or not?”

There’s a beat, and Brooke falters, an apology readying itself on her tongue. Before she can completely lose her nerve, though, Vanessa stands up, and then she’s crossing around the table, walking towards Brooke, and then she’s leaning down, she’s leaning down with her hands cradling Brooke’s face, and–

Oh.

Brooke’s eyes flutter closed as she leans into the kiss, her thoughts fading away as everything becomes focused on the feeling of Vanessa’s lips against hers, soft and wanting and tinged with the bitter taste of dark roast that’s been mixed with too much sugar. And when Brooke kisses back, Vanessa sighs just a little, her thumb instinctively moving forward to stroke against Brooke’s cheek, and Brooke finds herself wishing that the moment will last forever.

But eventually they separate, and even when they do, Brooke is still buzzing with nerves and happiness and, most of all, relief. Relief that Vanessa likes her, that Vanessa likes her back , likes her back enough to kiss her. Relief that she’s not the only one that the kiss left absolutely breathless, and that she has the foresight to push back a little in her chair so that Vanessa can collapse onto her lap, relaxing against Brooke’s still-pounding heart.

Relief that not a moment later, Vanessa kisses her again.

“Wow.” Brooke mutters against Vanessa’s lips.

Vanessa’s mouth is too busy to answer back.

Brooke doesn’t leave the hospital that night–they’re too busy talking, giggling, and kissing some more, the weight of Vanessa’s body on top of Brooke’s keeping her awake and content until dawn.

–

Vanessa comes in a little later than usual that morning, but when she does, she’s not alone.

“You must be Frances!” Brooke exclaims as she bounds towards a little kid whose arm is interlocked with Vanessa’s, the hospital gown and cover-up robe they’re wearing billowing around them and almost sloping onto the white cane they hold in front of themselves. “I’m Brooke, I work here at the gift shop. I’m a friend of your mom’s.”

“No you’re not,” Frances smiles wryly in an expression that looks remarkably like their mother’s, “You two kissed last night, my mom told me.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Vanessa blushes deep red as she shushes her child, “Brooke, we came by to see the flowers before Frances’ surgery.”

“I came to meet you, too, but the flowers are a good bonus.” Frances adds, and this time, Vanessa joins in the laughter.

“You’re just like your mom, you know that?” Brooke jokes, sticking her tongue out at Vanessa when she gets a silently-mouthed fuck off in response.

But still, Vanessa is smiling, and Brooke’s heart picks up a few beats.

Vanessa told Frances about Brooke.

And Frances is eager to meet her.

“Okay, well, if I swap places with your mom, I can take you to where the flowers are.” The minute Brooke suggests it, she’s seized with anxiety–what if that’s too much too soon, and she breaks the budding camaraderie between herself and Frances? What if Vanessa hates her because of it?–but Frances only smiles and starts to wriggle free from their mom’s grip.

“Sounds good.”

Within a few moments, Frances is leaning down to trace their hands over the petals, leaves, and stems of the plants around themselves, breathing in their smell and rattling off theories as to which plant is which.

“Okay, this is definitely a rose.” they say matter of factly, carefully tracing their fingers along the flower’s thorns so as not to prick themselves.

“Did you know that the world’s oldest rose is 1000 years old?” Brooke leans down, tentatively placing a hand on Frances’ shoulder and sighing with relief when the child doesn’t shrink away. Instead, they grab a handful of the flowers perched next to the roses and shove them excitedly into Brooke’s face.

“Carnations.” they state proudly, and Brooke smiles. Before she can tell Frances that they’re absolutely correct, though, a voice from behind them drags both their attention away.

“There’s a legend that says when the Virgin Mary cried at Jesus’ crucifixion, carnations sprung up where her tears fell.” Vanessa cuts in. “What?” she cries indignantly when the other two look at her in surprise, “Y’all hoes ain’t the only ones who can use google.”

They continue to pass the time like this until an alarm goes off on Vanessa’s phone, and the air in the room changes.

“We gotta go get you prepped, baby.” Vanessa’s voice is soft, and Frances’ mood is sober.

Brooke has seen this before; families seeing their loved ones off, spending time cruising the magazine racks instead of sitting in the waiting room worrying, not knowing if their husband or daughter or best friend will come back. Those moments are always the hardest for Brooke, the times when her sense of empathy leaks out just a little too much for her not to feel affected even a little bit.

Somehow, even though she’s only just met them, it hurts even more knowing that it’s Frances.

“Hey, good luck today, okay?” Brooke helps Frances up and wraps them in a friendly hug. To her surprise though, Frances only shrugs as they pull away.

“I’ve been through this surgery once before. My mom says this is gonna be the last one, she can feel it. I can feel it too.”

Brooke thinks about that long after Frances and Vanessa go, planting one long, calming kiss on Vanessa’s lips before the two retreat back up to the pediatric floor.

–

Brooke isn’t supposed to leave the giftshop unattended by whatever disaffected sixteen-year-old volunteer she’s working with that day, but no one really ever checks up on her anyway. Besides, being by Vanessa’s side is more important right now; so she tells the teenager restocking stuffed animals that she’ll be back before leaving with a bag of maltesers and huge stuffed frog under her arm.

She finds Vanessa in the chapel, sitting on a pew with a rosary in her hands, the beads clinking as she runs them through her fingers nervously.

They sit together for a while, saying nothing, Vanessa leaning over to rest her head on Brooke’s shoulder and Brooke hugging her close, humming the closest thing to a hymn she knows under her breath.

Later on, Vanessa will tease Brooke for thinking of ‘Always With Me’ from Spirited Away as spiritual, but right then, from the way she closes her eyes and breathes into the melody, Brooke thinks that Vanessa might just think of the song in the same way.

–

Brooke visits Frances the day after their surgery while they’re in the pediatric ICU, fading in and out of sleep.

The nurse lets Brooke and Vanessa know that they can’t bring flowers into Frances’ room, not while they were still at risk of infection, but after some fierce negotiation, they reach a compromise, and Frances snuggles happily into the frog’s overstuffed side as Brooke reads to them from a book about gardenias.

–

Two years later

“Babe, come on! ” Brooke calls upstairs to Vanessa, who crashes about in response.

“I NEED TO FIND MY EARRINGS! FRANCES, HAVE YOU SEEN MY EARRINGS?”

“No, mami, I haven’t seen anything in four years!” Frances calls back sarcastically, and Brooke has to stop herself from cackling when Vanessa answers back with a string of threats to whoop Frances’ disrespectful ass. But the rant doesn’t stop Frances from beginning to laugh too, their chin-length brown waves shaking as they double forward, lost in giggles.

Not for the first time, it strikes Brooke just how much Frances looks like their mother.

Eventually, Vanessa does stomp downstairs, rolling her eyes but smiling despite herself as she fixes her earrings into their place on her lobes.

“Can’t believe we’re gonna be late for our own grand opening because of some Claire’s jewelry.” Brooke teases sarcastically.

“ Claire’s? Bitch, this shit is from Pandora, so don’t you dare–” But Vanessa’s indignation melts into begrudging forgiveness as Brooke pulls her close and smothers her in kisses.

“Alright, alright, kids, before I puke, let’s go open this shop.” Frances coughs with false irritation, moving briskly right through Brooke and Vanessa and breaking the two lovebirds apart.

“Yes, mom.” Brooke replies saccharinely, hooting with laughter when Frances responds with loud gagging noises.

Consisting of only one room, Hytes-Mateo Flower Emporium isn’t quite as grand as the name makes it out to be, but to Brooke, it feels like a palace as she roams between rows of planters, pots, and perennial blooms.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Vanessa comes up behind Brooke, leaning on her tiptoes to kiss Brooke on her cheek as she wraps her arms around Brooke’s waist. Just beside them, Frances reaches up to flip their sign from CLOSED to OPEN, and Brooke lets out a deep, contented breath as the waiting crowd of family and friends begins to trickle in.

Everything in the room has been two years in the making, and now, it feels like home.

[killmvnger]

What You Need (Part 7) 6 / 5 / 4 / 3 / 2 

Killmonger/Black!Reader

Warning: Sexual Content. 

He pushes you through the door of his bedroom and you fall helplessly on his bed, bouncing slightly from the force. It feels so different than the first night, how he's handling you and watching you settle your body on his sheets. There's a different glint in his eyes this time, not from a curiosity of what's underneath your clothes, but from the knowledge of what he already knows and the eagerness of pulling you apart all over again like he knows he can. Your stomach still twists up in ecstatic knots when he looks at you like so - with those feline eyes and feral smirk, like he's ready to fuck the life out of you. As you pushed yourself up to your elbows and watched as he disposed of his shirt, you weren't even sure why you were having such an internal debate earlier about seeing him again. One second you're here, the next you're there - all you know is that he makes you stupid, no matter where your mind goes about him. 

You blink up at him beneath your thick eyelashes and lick your lips. You could especially feel the liquor in you as you watched him undress because so many thoughts that you'd usually keep caged in a secret part of your brain were coming to surface.

He stares you down as he walks towards the bed. "Why the fuck are your clothes still on?" He rasps. You blink up at him, coyly, wiggling your feet.

"I wanted you to take 'em off." You smirk, biting your bottom lip. He grabs your ankle, suddenly, and you squeal as he drags you to the edge of the bed. He's right in your face then, leaning down and pressing his bare chest against yours.

"Last I checked, you don't like the way I take ya clothes off." He reminds you with a raised eyebrow. You giggle as you think back to your ruined pair of underwear, then lean up to press your lips against his jaw.

"Fuck these clothes. You can just buy me some more, can't you, daddy?" You ask in a husky whisper. He growls and presses down on you so you could feel his erection on your thigh. The abrupt reaction kind of shocks you. You realize, perhaps a bit late, that his wealth being distributed to you isn't just a nice gesture, it's a kink. So much more things start making sense, but you can't even focus on that because he's pulling your sweater over your head and ripping your leggings down your legs. 

"Fuck. I'll get you whatever you want, as long as you can be a good girl for me tonight." He says as he tosses your sweater to the floor. You kick your shoes off eagerly and nod up at him. His lips attached to your neck, kissing and sucking on you like you were his favorite candy. You moan shamelessly under him, trying to grind up on him and tame yourself of the violent sexual urge building up in you. 

"Please, fuck me." You whisper against him. 

"Be patient, let me get you ready." He replies gruffly. You shake your head, then reach for his hand. You guide him down to your ruined panties, forcing his fingers to feel the wetness that's been building since he first laid his hands on you. He curses and rubs lightly at your clit as you grind on him.

"I'm always ready for you." You moan. 

"Damn, you so fucking wet and I ain't even do anything to you," He breathed, still softly rubbing you back and forth. "That's my girl." He boasts. "You keep that pussy wet for me?"

You nod, whining at his deliberate stroking. His praise and attention to you make you preen in recognition, subconsciously opening yourself up more for him, taking ridiculous pride at your own physical reaction to him. You don't think you've ever felt this way before, craving for praise and compliments during sex, you've always been pushed into a more dominant position. It feels amazing. You just want him to call you his girl again.

"Please," your voice cracks. "I'm ready."

He chuckles at your begging and rips the cotton material of your panties. You gasp at the force of it, but you're ultimately relieved to finally be getting somewhere.

He pushes against you again, this time sinking the brunt of his teeth into your neck while sliding his fingers into your pussy. You barely know what to react to first, you're just a moaning mess holding onto him as he tears you apart from the outside in. His thick fingers stretch you open easily, slowly pushing in and out until you're grinding along with him. His mouth on you starts sucking, no doubt trying to create discoloration along your dark skin. You sigh and let yourself melt in his talented hands, your eyes rolling back. 

"Why do you always tease me?" You ask between your broken moans. "I've been nothing but good for you all day." He pauses his attack on your collarbone and stops his magical hands still buried inside of you. He levels with you, but you're growing impatient with his antics.

"Oh, really?" He asks. You nod. "Because you pissed me off when I called you this morning. Then, you run along and continue flirting with my cousin after I go out of my way to pick you up for lunch."

You squint, confused. "Nigga, what? I didn't --"

"It's always soooooo nice to see you." He does a poor imitation of you that has you glaring. First of all, you don't sound like that.

"That was a formality. Was I not supposed to greet the King of Wakanda?"

"Next time just say hello."

"You know, jealousy ain't a good look on you." You tease. He was taking your actions a tad too seriously, which was equal parts hilarious and annoying. Sure, if you had met T'Challa first and, for whatever reason, he decided he wanted to go out with you, you'd go in a heartbeat. But that's not how everything went down and it's not realistic. There's also something very telling about the way he's so possessive of you around T'Challa as if he'd ever even want you in the first place. Erik bucks into you and you gasp. You'd forgotten that his fingers were still inside you.

"It's not even like that," he assures, not so convincingly. "It's not a good look for me. I can't take you places and have you looking at him more than me. I'm in the public eye. If niggas see that online, imma get clowned." He slowly starts gaining rhythm in his hand, sliding in and out of you. Your head falls back to the mattress, amazed at the spots his fingers are hitting and filling up with such a heat that it scares you. Whatever his explanation was, it was good enough for you, you just wanted him to hurry up and fuck you.

"Right. Of course." You agree, hoping to quickly move his monologuing ass along. 

"You don't wanna make me look bad, right?" He asks, but it all sounds like static to you at this point.

"No. Fuck."

His fingers twist and scissor around in you while his thumbs lightly press on your clit. You shake from the pleasure and open your mouth for a silent scream. "So, what you gon' say when you see that nigga?" He asks. You groan, but it's hard to be angry right now. 

"Hello." You sigh, desperately trying to grind down on his thick fingers. His thumbs begin circling your clit and you squeeze your eyes close.

"And what else? Huh? Look at me." He demands. With a huff, you force your heavy eyelids open and stare up at him, his eyes looking fierce and unrestrained. That sent another jolt of pleasure through you. "What else you gon' say?"

You shake your head. "Nothing." You say in hopes that maybe he'd calm down. Instead, his fingers retract from you. You're about to protest, scream at him, reprimand him in some way, but your open mouth is quickly filled with his index finger. 

"Taste yourself."

Without hesitation, you begin sucking and licking your fluids off from his fingers, at this point doing just about anything to feel him inside of you again. You take his hand in yours, keeping him in your mouth as your tongue swirls around him enthusiastically. He pauses to watch you, eyes tracking every movement of your tongue, biting his lip. 

"I'd rather taste you." You whisper. He sucks in sharp breath and moves in between your legs, lining himself up with you. He takes himself in his hand and rubs against your soaking cunt, coating the head of his dick with your slick and lightly pressing into you. You whimper at the teasing sensation and let your head fall back against the bed.

"Maybe later, baby. I need this pussy right now."

You're pushed forward by his powerful thrust into you. He's so thick inside of you, filling you up just the way you like and it makes you cry out. He continues thrusting up, situating himself inside of you and pulling your legs so that they rested widely on either side of his waist. You trail your hands from his shoulders down to his chest, scratching your fingernails into the bumps lining his pecs. He keens over you, leaning into your fingers.

"Fuck. Do that harder." He grunts. Your fingers dig into his chest with more power and he lets out a sinful moan that sends heat straight to your core. He ruts into you harder, to the point where you can hear the wet smacking in every thrust of his hips into yours. "You like that?" He asks between thrusts. You nod, trying to push down into him just as much as he was to you.

"Yeah," you reply through a shaky moan. He hits a spot deep inside that has your eyes rolling back, so you pant for him to keep fucking you right there. He doesn't listen to you, of course. He slowly pulls out from you with a sinister smile on his face. You whine and try to buck into him again, using your legs wrapped around him to pull him in, but he detangles himself from your grip. "Shut the fuck up before I give you something to cry about." He says, landing a piercing slap to your ass in the process. You yelp, frowning. He sits up beside you on the right side of the bed and gestures towards his dick.

"Get up here, baby." He tells you. You eagerly move to his side, lifting your left leg around to straddle his waist, setting your arms over his broad shoulders. He takes the opportunity to grip your thighs, moving up and down your legs clenching and rubbing in appreciation. You slowly drop down to his lap and you can feel his hard dick beneath your pussy, the sensation of him right there causing you to bite your bottom lip. You slide against him once, spreading your wetness on him and his arms instantly wrap around your midsection, pulling you against his chest. 

"Quit playing." He grunts into your neck, swiping his tongue against your skin.  You shiver.

"You can dish it out but you can't take it," You comment, lifting yourself up and lining his dick up with you. You're wet enough to slide down on him easily, lowering down on him with a drawn out moan. "Oh, fuck," you whine once you're fully seated on him. He's kissing around your jaw, sloppily staking his claim on you with as many hickies as he can manage. You lightly hit his shoulder, hoping for him to ease up on you, but that only encourages him. His strong hands travel down to your waist and rocks you against him. 

"You feel so good...fuck me," he moans, pulling you down harder on him. You use your hands on his shoulders to lift yourself up and sink back into him more harshly. "That's it, take all of it." His soft moans spur on your movements, so much so that you find yourself bouncing up and down, rolling and circling yourself on him in ecstasy. His arms wrap around your waist protectively and he looks up at you with glazed over eyes. You slow yourself down for a second, opting to grind on him lazily as he blinks up at you with that beautiful expression. You can't help the blush that heats your face up.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask through a breathy moan. 

"You just a...fucking goddess," he grunts as you push down on him. Your lips attack his, kissing, sucking and biting. You hope he can feel how much you appreciate that comment. 

But just to be a brat, you pull back to say, "I know."

He smacks your ass, and even though you saw that coming, your body still jolts. His hands move back to guide you up and down on his dick, keeping a steady, unforgiving pace. He's hitting spots you've never even known were there, the curve of his dick hitting against where you were most sensitive. You cry out because of the impact and bury your face into his shoulder, covering your moans into his shoulder, biting his skin to avoid from screaming. He growls and lifts himself higher to meet your thrusts. 

"Look at me," he demands. You lift your head from his shoulder and do your best to gaze into his eyes amidst the constant up and down. His hands travel roughly from your waist to your chest - fondling in his pursuit - and up to your face. He uses his grip on either side of your face to pull you into his face, smashing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss with excessive tongue, but you love every second of it. You push back into the passionate kiss, feeling your orgasm catching up to you faster than ever before. 

You pant against his mouth. "I'm gonna cum." You whine. 

"I got you, baby, I got you. Cum on this dick." He orders. You feel yourself fall apart against him and you hold fall into your familiar state of euphoria. 

You had no idea why you even thought for one second you could deny this man.

You're still in the haze of your afterglow when he decides to get up and grab a rag from his bathroom to clean you both off. You're smiling up lazily at him as he wipes away the mess you've both made and tosses the rag in a garbage bin. He jumps back in bed, landing above you.

He leans down and kisses you tenderly. You hold him there for a second before pulling away and inspecting his eyes. They seemed glossed over in thought, mindlessly gazing at you with an expression that you couldn't quite place.

You grin. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" You ask. He shakes his head.

"I don't know. You." He smiles softly, and although the comment hits you right in the heart, you roll your eyes and push him away. He falls back to his side of the bed with a laugh. "What?"

"Stop doing that." You insist whilst fighting down the stupid smile begging to light up your face. "I think we're well past saying cheesy shit to get each other into bed again."

"I don't know if you noticed, but you're already in my bed."

"Whatever." You mutter as you slide to the edge of the bed and look for an unripped pair of bottoms on the floor. You feel him scooting up behind you.

"C'mon, you know you only acting this way because you like me." He states, causing you to scoff, not in disagreement but at the absurdity of his statement.

"Are you in fifth grade?"

"Are you?" He claps back. "Because you acting like you don't know what to do with your feelings."

"Feelings?" You pull a pair of his sweatpants up your legs, then turn to glare at his smug face. "What do you know about my feelings?"

"Nothing. Except that you like me." He teases, and it does feel exactly like middle school so, like an adult, you slap his arm for embarrassing you. "Shut up."

"Say you like me and I swear I'll shut up."

"You're a child." You snort. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to the bed where he tosses you beneath him. "Oh my God, this is so stupid, let me go!"

He has you pinned down so tightly beneath him that you can barely even wiggle out of it. Your only option is to stare up at the ceiling except meet his intrusive eyes and hopes he lets this go. He makes this hard for you.

"You don't have to be so embarrassed. I don't fuck with people that I don't like."

You figure that's his nonchalant off-handed way of saying that he likes you.

"Fine," you fold under his scrutiny, then look back into his eyes. "I like you." You confess with a little struggle. He smirks and nods, lifting off you. You glare at his back as he turns to leave the bed. 

"I'm 'bout to get a drink."

"Don't you also have something you want to say?" You push him, though you know he's already somewhat admitted to it, you want to hear the actual words for reassurance. He plays dumb.

"Huh?"

You continue glaring.

"Oh! Did you want me to get you something, too?"

You sigh, then roll your eyes as he laughs at you. Whatever, you're not upset. He doesn't have to say anything.

"The strongest shit you got, please."

You could never quite get used to his high-priced home life. Every time you saw his house, you noticed some detail that you hadn't before, and then you were stuck in a daydream of having a house just as amazing and dancing in front of it as MTV Cribs filmed you acting a complete fool. You held on to his arm as he guided you into his living room, secretly feeling up his arm when he wasn't paying attention. 

"I should've never shown you the liquor room." He comments as you fall to his couch, laughing.

"I've never had the wine that you couldn't get out of Walgreens, I was curious!" You say as loud as you want. It's not like he has neighbors close by, and even if he did, there's no way they would be able to hear anything in this giant ass house. "Woo! I love this fucking house so much."

He laughs. "You're a lightweight. You bet not throw up on anything in here, there are priceless artifacts all around you."

You scoff. Priceless artifacts. He could've said something meaningful, yet he zeroed in on his weird collection of paintings and statues.

You sit up suddenly, eyes wandering back and forth around his house looking for the small touches that could make a house a home. He doesn't have much. There aren't any personal photos of him and his family, or awards for things he's achieved, nothing to distinguish and flesh out who he was as a person. He's looking at you like you're a drunken toddler, but you're actually noticing something quite sad about him. Lonely. 

"What's the point of this if you aren't gonna break it in?" You ask, gesturing around the living room. He smirks.

"Break it in? You wanna fuck on the couch?"

"No! I mean...yes, but that's not what I mean!" You say. He squints at you. He's already has a stressful morning, you assume that's why he brought you back home with him, and you don't want to bring up anything to put him back in that cruel headspace. "Turn on some music." You order him on a whim. He's still looking at you like you're a little crazy but moves towards his radio regardless. The surround sound speakers blare out some crude trap song and you instantly shake your head, it's too early for that shit. You stumble off the couch and rush over to where he was messing with the radio.

"Hell nah, don't change my station, no!"

But you're already pressing the buttons and scanning through stations. It lands on your favorite old school station, instantly blaring out Mint Condition. He eyes you judgingly. You squeal and turn the radio up louder so that it's coming from every direction and you can feel the bass beneath your feet. 

"I don't see how this is breaking in anything." He frowns. You laugh at his cute, pouty face and grab his hands.

"I feel like you haven't danced around this house yet. It's begging to be danced in. Embarrassing dances to cheesy, old music!" You explain, pulling him towards you no matter how annoyed he looked. "Nigga, do you even know how to have fun? Or is it all about sex?" You ask, only half serious.

"Sex is fun." He defends. 

You scoff. "You need to get out more."

"I'll get out more once you let me in more." He smirks deviously, then tries to pull you into his body, but you dodge him swiftly. "Don't be like that."

You roll your eyes and start swaying back and forth to the beat regardless of his opinion. He stands still, watching you with judgy eyes. You don't care, this is your song and you're tipsy off some extremely expensive wine. He's right, though, you should've been taking it easier on the liquor, otherwise, you wouldn't be feeling like you could legitimately sell out stadiums with your dance moves. You start singing the lyrics to him, putting on an over-the-top performance. 

"Quit breaking my heeeaaaarrrt," you sing smoothly, basking in all the attention he was giving you. You dance away from him, jumping to his couch and body rolling on top of his cushions. 

He rolls his eyes, smiling. "You know you stupid, right?"

You ignore his commentary, completing the chorus of the song with a dramatic spin followed by a few uncoordinated high kicks - which he laughs at you for. You ignore that and jump back to the floor, landing in a pose that points towards him. He's smiling now, so you know he's close to breaking his tough guy act and just joining you, so you dance around him for the second verse.

"Please, don't deny the truuuuuth," you tilt your head at him as you belt the lyrics and he scoffs. 

"You really doing this." He laughs. You grab his hands again and place them around your waist. He still refuses to move, so you start leading for him, forcing him to move from side to side with you. He eventually lifts a foot from the ground and gets into the rhythm with you. You grinned up at him, feeling giddy inside that he was actually up for looking like a fool with you. Your arms reach up and around his shoulders, leaning in to sway with him. 

"Quit breaking my heeeaaaarrrt," he surprises you by singing back to you - in an awful, completely off-key voice, but you still bounce in excitement. He dances with you more confidently, starting to lead you into movements this time. No one can ever really resist the nostalgia power of nineties r&b. 

"I knew you liked this song!" You giggle as he spins you.

"I know this song." He clarifies, tugging you back into his arms. Your eyebrows raise at him. "Shut up." He mutters.

"I ain't say nothing." You smirk. 

"I know what you be thinking." He says with an unmatched air of confidence. Always so damn confident.

"You do? What am I thinking?"

"You think I sit by the fireside listening to slow jams and shit."

"Am I wrong?" You ask, confident. "What else I'm thinking?"

"You still want me to fuck you on the couch."

You blush and look away, deciding to continue dancing and not say anything about how right he was. 

"Well, maybe if you impress me enough with this dancing thing, then we can move to the couch." You say. 

"Oh yeah? You make the rules now, baby? You think I won't put you in your place?" He asks. He leans down to kiss your cheek, then your neck which he sticks his face into eagerly. You sigh, moving your hand to his hair. "This lame ass version of having fun is actually okay, though." He compliments into your skin. You smile.

"You wanna keep dancing with me?" You ask in a daze. He comes up for air and presses his forehead against yours. 

"Long as I get to fuck you on the couch afterward." He says as if this was a chore for him. You hit his chest and move to get out of his hold, but he keeps you trapped in his arms and laughs at your attempts to leave. "C'mon, I'm playing." He kisses the side of your face and rocks with you as the song transitions into something smoother by Avant. You rest your head to his chest as you both rock back and forth around his living room.

"So," you start. He hums. "What's up with you and your family?" You ask. He stutters in his movements, then quickly gets back on rhythm with you.

"What do you mean?"

"T'Challa was acting kinda weird in the car." You hesitate to mention. He huffs.

"He's just a drama queen, don't pay him no mind." He stops whatever conversation you were trying to start. He frowns. "No discussing my cousin when it's just us. You can talk to that nigga yourself." He says, sounding a little bitter. You lift your head from his chest to look directly into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just --" 

"-- I know. Don't worry 'bout it."

But you already feel bad about it. You stand on your toes to press your lips to his, slowly kissing whatever unknown insecurities he had about his family away. He kisses back just as softly, which throws you off since you've gotten used to his aggression. He tilts into you, chasing your kisses and pulling you into his body completely. You feel like you're melting into him, turning into a mess right before his eyes, but he keeps on kissing you like your something so fragile and breakable. 

"Khulula iimpahla zakho." He whispers once your break apart for air. It sounds so beautiful, you have half a mind to think he has you a compliment that he's too embarrassed to say aloud.

"What's that mean?"

"Take off your clothes." He smirks.

(thanks for being so incredibly patient and pestering me, I apologize if this part was not what you hoped for, I’ll keep trying to be better)

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[littlemisssquiggles]

RWBY Remarks: With every new episode of RWBY Volume 5, it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to say that the CRWBY aren’t pushing RoseGarden...

Let’s be real. They SO FREAKING ARE at this point or...at least enough that you’re definitely suspicious, right? 

Haha! I just LOOOOVE how Oscar collapsed from sparring with Ruby and she’s the ONLY ONE that actually came to check and see if he’s ok. Nevermind that Jaune, Nora and Ren were also there too in the background...quietly observing but....HEY! RoseGarden moment!

I can just imagine somewhere off camera, the off screen conversation during this shot be like: Jaune: Oh no! Oscar collapsed! Ruby’s seeing about him but...I dunno, shouldn’t we go check on him too? Ren: Nope! We’re not supposed to be in this shot, remember? Nora: Yeah. This is another one of those cute moment for those RoseGarden shippers to eat up. Let em have their fun.

Jaune: Fair enough.

So; as you can tell, I’ve seen RWBY Volume 5 Chapter 4 today.  A little earlier than expected all thanks to a wonderful site called kickassanime.io. For those of you RWBY fans who, like me, aren’t made of money and can’t afford to be a FIRST to watch the new episode on Roosterteeth, you can watch the new episode right here. 

 It’s already up for your viewing pleasure. That being said, let’s discuss this week’s episode or rather what’s most important to me right now: My thoughts on the RosePine/RoseGarden moment in this new episode. Whoa nelly...

Keep in mind; I’m still processing this episode. I’m torn between wanting to fangirl without reading too much into this scene. But then again...

 I mean.... What am I supposed to say to these shots?

.Oscar m’dear boy, I believe your unsubtle interest in Ms Rose is showing here...or at least your blatant regard for her feelings about you to the point that you felt the dire need to apologize for hitting her square in the face while sparring especially upon seeing his pissed reaction.

On one hand, I want to say that that’s probably just the poor bloke being a gentleman like the sweet avocado that he is, having been raised by his aunt probably for most of his life and possibly having been drilled about the importance of not hitting a girl.

But on the next hand...this may be the shipper in me talking here but...Oscar’s facial expression. His general reaction of panic and worry over hitting Ruby and seeing how angry she was at him. The fact that he CARED ENOUGH to apologize immediately even though he knew it wasn’t on purpose; forgetting briefly that they were in a sparring practice match and things like this were supposed to happen.

You can actually tell the moment Oscar knew he f***ed up! (Y’know right before the moment Ruby knew she f***ed up too when Ozpin took the reigns. It’s also adorable how these two even compliment each other in moments of absolute f****ery! ) 

Seriously! The fact that he cares so much about what Ruby thinks of him...I’m...just...THIS KID! Protect him! 

I know I’m a RoseGarden shipper but even I don’t walk into every episode expecting them to pull RoseGarden moments. But it’s hard not to gush and jump on this ship when the show just keeps pushing all these moments. While I’m still waiting for that grand ‘no-way-in-shit-are-they-not-together’ moment with RoseGarden where we can no long deny that this pairing is going to be canon endgame, I’m telling ya’ll it’s hard.

It’s hard when the volume keeps dropping all these delicious easter eggs that makes you wonder.

At this point, I feel like a pigeon in the park. They keep dropping all these Ruby and Oscar breadcrumbs and like the rabid shipping glutton I am, I keep eating it up.

 All I can say is...keep feeding me more of this CRWBY. They’re definitely scrumptious. Seriously CANNOT with these two kids.

Don’t worry Oscar. You’re doing great regardless sweetie. 

On a different note, at least I can cross a couple of things off my list of wants for this ship. I wanted Ruby and Oscar to be each other’s sparring partner and help each other to grow. While I wanted it to be more...how you say, intimate and private, away from the others, I still got to see them fight each other. I’ll take that one for now. Although I do hope we get some private training moments with just these two alone together. Hurumph!

I can cross off wanting to see Oscar’s full height next to Ruby. As it turns out, I was right in a way. It does seem like he’s only a few centimetres shorter. Still a shorty but at least tall enough so that he doesn’t have to tippy toe his way around Ruby to reach her (although...that would’ve been adorable though!) . That’s why they’re the perfect pair. They match each other so well in height...well, at least for no until full puberty hits Oscar like a wrecking ball and he grows from a smol pine into a mighty pine. But for now, let us all take a moment to appreciate how sweet it is that the smol avocado is as tall as the spunky red rose. It’s so good that it even looks as if Nora is approving this as well in this shot. Lol.

 I can cross one moment of RoseGarden hand holding off my list. Though it’s not technically that, they did technically sorta, kinda make contact with each other. As a matter of fact, Ruby and Oscar made ALOT of contact this episode and I’m not just talking with the sparring match either. I also loved how she dragged Oscar over to talk to Jaune. Like a girlfriend dragging her boyfriend over to meet her friends. So cute!

I also got something that I wanted to see that wasn’t RoseGarden related but actually applicable to Jaune and Oscar’s relationship. Remember when I said I wanted Jaune to be Oscar’s mentor and help him with his training. It seems like we’ll be getting a bit of that. Looks like we’re gearing up for an Oscar and Jaune brotherly friendship.

Excellente!

Although, not to trigger anyone but I feel the need to say this cause I can sense it’s gonna become a thing. Watch all the folks slowly start to shamelessly ship Oscar and Jaune together and be TOTALLY OK with that ship, more so than RoseGarden. Watch it. It’s gonna be a thing.

Anyways those are all my thoughts that I have to say about Chapter 4...at least for now. STILL PROCESSING THAT ROSEPINE/ROSEGARDEN SCENE! I...IMMA NEED A FEW MORE DAYS WITH THAT! 

Now will you excuse me, I gonna go watch that SAME RoseGarden moment on repeat for the rest of the day. I do have another post to make regarding this episode that’s actually about Oscar and Ozpin but that’ll be later. In the meantime, see you guys in the next episode!

~LittleMissSquiggles (2017)

[demiebby]

Fuck Them Flower (Fuck) Boys [GRAY X OC [AMBW]]

Characters: London (OC), Lee Sunghwa/Gray, Kwon Hyukwoo/Loco, Jung Kiseok/Simon Dominic, and Park Jaebeom/Jay Park

Summary: Gray’s ex-girlfriend is an underground rapper and she has some unsettled things to settle with him. She throws his name in a diss, exposing their relationship and bad-mouthing his crew. Later he confronts his bitter ex-girlfriend in person and they release their anger out by fucking.

Warning: Swearing, minor violence, angry sex, slut-shaming

Hyukwoo was seated in the lobby of AOMG’s building. He was on his Instagram opening up DMS, liking posts, commenting on very few, and slyly stalking the profiles of fans. While he was on his phone fiddling around with the photo-sharing app, he felt an odd sensation in his gut. He didn’t know what it was, yet he paid the feeling no mind. Ignoring the tingle in his abdomen, the rapper exits from Instagram and goes onto his Kakao Talk. As soon as he opens it there’s a message from someone with the name “Livvy” followed by several fire emojis.

He stares at the username dumbfoundedly, his eyebrows creasing and lips frowning. The male mumbles questioningly before opening up the chat. There’s a link to a Youtube video after that the message, “Kekekekekekekeke Gray oppa Kekekeekekeke you son of a bitch How could you do this to her?????” A row of red-faced angry emojis.

Maybe the feeling in his gut was warning him about this.

The sound of people entering the room isn’t noticed by Hyukwoo. His stomach is in knots and his ears conceal the voices that are shouting his name. His thumb twitches as it hovers above the link to the video. A sudden shove to his left side has him falling on his back on the sofa. He snaps out from his trance and looks up at his attacker.

It’s Kiseok and with him is Jaebeom and… Sunghwa.

Kiseok barks out, “I’ve been calling your name what’s got in your ears Loco?” Jaebeom stands behind Kiseok nodding his head to agree with the elder.

Hyukwoo quickly apologizes as he sits upright and bows his head to the older man. “S-Sorry. I got caught up because someone sent me a thing about Gray hyung.”

Sunghwa is alert when he heard his name. He grunts and looks over Kiseok’s shoulder. “What about me?”

Hyukwoo’s heart pounds against his chest. His hands become clammy and he fiddles with his phone in his hand. His left hand scratches the side of his head; his eyes refusing to meet Sunghwa’s. Should he even tell the man? Should he tell him in front of their bosses? Hyukwoo swallows and holds up his iPhone the younger’s hand shaking.

There’s a sudden tension that absorbs the room. Kiseok and Jaebeom both stared at each other, the two men speculating on what was going on. Jaebeom’s eyes went to Sunghwa, who appeared to be piqued. Sunghwa wanted to know what in the hell Hyukwoo was leading this into.

“What,” Sunghwa grits through his teeth and he gently moves Kiseok aside to stand before Hyukwoo. The producer holds his hand out and the phone is placed in his grasp. “About me?” He snarls.

The younger ponders on his words; then he shakingly murmurs, “Someone sent me a message with a Youtube link.” When glowering eyes glared at him he immediately adds, “I didn’t open it, but it has something to do with you.”

As Sunghwa quickly unlocks Hyukwoo’s phone, Kiseok looks over his shoulder to glance at the phone’s screen. His eyes go to Hyukwoo, the younger staring at the ground, expression bleak. He turns his attention to the phone and the Youtube app loads up to a video.

Jaebeom huddles close to the phone, tilting his head to read the title, “London Fuck them Flower Boys” There was a bad feeling about this and he just knew it. From his perspective, it was obvious that the title was directed towards “flower boys”. Flower boys in their label, to him would have to be Gray and Loco. He had mentioned this when he was on the You Hee-yeol’s Sketchbook a while ago. Their fans known of Gray, Loco, and sometimes Elo to be “flower boys”.

The CEO put two and two together, coming to his own conclusion that this would have to be a diss towards Sunghwa. But for why? He didn’t have an answer for that. Jaebeom emits an anxious sigh, folding his arms behind his head. His foot taps on the floor periodically.

“Fuck man…” Jaebeom says under his breath and takes a few steps away from Sunghwa and Kiseok.

Before long Kiseok’s gritty voice snarls, “What the fuck is this?”

The video begins with the light tempo of a piano playing in the background. At the same time the piano plays the resonance of a phone ringing comes up. Soon a voice that the three men all knew answers, “Baby, you know I miss you so much.” The voice belonged to Sunghwa.

“Gray,” Kiseok barks and he’s shushed by Jaebeom. He glares at the other man, but doesn’t retort. Instead he listens to the audio.

“I know you miss me, I miss you too. I hate that you’re so far away.”

Sunghwa’s jaw clenched and his grip tightened on the phone. He could distinguish that familiar purr and sensual voice from anyone.

Jaebeom awed at the female’s voice a perverted grin upon his face. He exclaimed, “She sounds sexy!”

Kiseok hits Jaebeom on the side of his arm and scolds him, “It’s not the time for that,”

Through the phone Sunghwa’s voice interjects, “Yeah… I’m flying out to you tomorrow. Make sure that sweet ass is in that lingerie set I bought for you.”

“I’ll wear it just for you Daddy.”

The word “Daddy” is repeated until it fades away and the piano is playing heavy keys. The song plays a calm melody while a female’s voice raps to the beat.

“You said you’ll always be with me

But you’re always overseas

I know that you’re busy but you need to listen

This is gonna hurt me from the bottom of my heart

I know you never, ever meant to tear us apart

You did things that my ex could never compete with

Showered me with love and showed me what love is

All I asked was for your loyalty”

Abruptly the music stops and the woman’s voice growls.

“But you never gave it

So now Imma let the world know who you really are

That you’re not just a fucking Kpop star

You’re a bitch, you’re a liar, and a cheat

I wished you never met me on the fucking street

You got a skinny bitch sucking your dick

Meanwhile I’m in Cali worried sick

About you

My people telling to let you go

Not gon’ do

Should have listened because all you did

Was treat me like a toy

Playing around with my feelings

Fuck them Flower (Fuck) Boys”

Sunghwa can’t seem to think straight as he listens to each lyric. His body went tense when his ex-girlfriend barks out the last sentence aggressively. He sensed that she was pissed when she was recording this. Though she didn’t have to throw his name in the dirt like that. She didn’t have to expose their secret relationship of a few months. He’ll have a lot to face with in the next day when it gets in the public. Dispatch will make a blog about it, fans will go crazy over the whole fiasco, and as for himself… he didn’t know what he’ll do.

This wasn’t looking so good for the company. Kiseok rubs his hands together and prays to the heavens that it doesn’t show up in the limelight. Up till now AOMG have been involved in scandals and speculations from the media. Jaebeom with his iconic “2nd Thots” song and Sunghwa’s rumor about him dating SNSD’s Tiffany. Granted that the false reports were months apart of each other, Kiseok knew they were still talked about. It was never let down. Now this happens… this presumably would be the trending topic.

Hyukwoo stands to his feet and clears his throat. “I’m sorry Gray hyung.”

Sunghwa was going to respond but the song snatches his attention.

“Always on your grind

Said you have the time

But you never did

Why the fuck you lyin?

I didn’t want to do this

But now I gotta do this

Put your name on the spot

Let ‘em know what’s hot

Lee Sunghwa

Jwe-song-ham-nida

You never wanted your friends know

We almost got caught backstage at the show

I had to lie and say I was your fan

When really I was your girl and you my man

Sexting me on the low

I still got those nudes in my phone

I had your ass hooked

Had your homies wondering what got chu booked

But now all of that’s over

‘Cause you decided to cheat

Left me for some bitch named Tiffany”

Jaebeom flinches when the name “Tiffany” is thrown into the lyrics. She was bitter towards Sunghwa being with Tiffany. Whoever this London girl was, she had evidence, hard evidence, against Sunghwa. Despite it being disputed into a song. The CEO had to give the girl her props, she was vocal about her emotions and had no filter. Yet as he thought about it, Jaebeom needed to do something to prevent from this getting around. He couldn’t watch as Sunghwa get his named dragged.

Kiseok dejectedly shakes his head when the song finally ends. He steps away from the men and goes down the hallway. The room was deafening silent before a grating animalistic roar could be heard. Three heads turned in the direction of the corridor. Kiseok came storming out from it, his sharp eyes glaring at Sunghwa.

“What the fuck did you do to make this girl pissed? Huh?” Kiseok interrogates Sunghwa, stepping close to the man.

Sunghwa remained quiet. Deep down he too was boiling with anger. Unlike like Kiseok he preferred to keep his temper in. His eyes were downcast as he returned Hyukwoo his phone. He couldn’t dare himself to look at Kiseok right in his eyes. Sunghwa could sense the elder’s enraged glare aimed at him. In a way Sunghwa felt ten times smaller. His hands were dropped to his sides hanging loosely as if he had no bones at all.

When an answer was not given, the collar of Sunghwa’s shirt was snatched by Kiseok. Jaebeom had little time to react to prevent Kiseok from grabbing the man. The elder forcefully backed Sunghwa into the nearest wall the younger’s back colliding with the panel. A picture frame tremble on the wall, thankfully, not collapsing to the floor and shattering. Sunghwa releases a pained groan and his eyes meet Kiseok’s for the first time. His heart stopped beating when he saw the rage within them.

Kiseok was furious.

Jaebeom and Hyukwoo rushed over to the two men. Hyukwoo grabbing Kiseok’s wrist in an attempt to free Sunghwa’s shirt meanwhile Jaebeom held the older’s waist. Both men were pulling Kiseok away from the man. Kiseok couldn’t hear their pleas to let Sunghwa go. He was seething at Sunghwa for not telling him or Jay that he was dating a girl. Had they had known, this situation could have been prevented.

The producer’s eyes begged for Kiseok to release him. He lifted a hand to push at Kiseok’s chest. It was then that the other man decided enough was enough. His hand let loose from Sunghwa’s shirt and he staggered back away from the intimidated male. Jaebeom and Hyukwoo let go of Kiseok as well.

Hyukwoo was the first to rush over to Sunghwa and check to see if he was unharmed. No damage was done to him physically yet there was an emotional injury. For one, Sunghwa couldn’t grasp the fact that Kiseok had placed his hands on him. Secondly, he up to this time was angry towards London. Finally, he couldn’t make sense of the whole tight spot he somehow managed to get into. He glanced at Jaebeom, who was patting Kiseok on his shoulder to calm him down. Then his eyes drifted over to Kiseok, even now he held the enraged gaze of a raging bull.

Kiseok’s finger briskly points at Sunghwa, “Find out who this girl is and see if you can get your way out of this.” He scolded, lowering his hand back down. “We’ll try to pay off the people who’s sharing this, but you have to face the music. Get in touch with this London chick and tell her to remove the song off from the Internet.”

That being said the eldest gathers his things and storms out from the room. He leaves behind Hyukwoo and Jaebeom, both men looking to Sunghwa expectantly. Sunghwa just shakes his head and trudges in between the two to sit on the sofa. They share a brief look before they leave as well. When the door closes gently behind Hyukwoo, Sunghwa howls in anger. Never in his life had he dealt with something as inconvenient as this. This was the biggest issue he had been involved in.

He takes his phone out from his back pocket and goes through his contacts. As luck would have it, London’s phone number was saved into his phone. He didn’t want to call, for fear of the woman not answering. Instead what he did was sent her a text message. It read, “I’m flying out to Santa Monica. I’ll meet up with you at your house. Just let me in, we have to talk.”

Sunghwa taps his foot on the ground, and places the phone up to his lips. He’s nervous to meet with his spiteful ex-girlfriend to discuss over the diss track. The man could do nothing other than plead to God that it ends off nicely. No arguments, no fighting, just mature adults talking over their issues wisely.

He books a flight straight to California. During the course of his tedious flight, Sunghwa was unable to get a blink of sleep. He stayed awake for the first six hours fiddling with his phone. He was getting constant texts from Jaebeom, Kiseok, Hyukwoo, his mother, and other friends of his sudden disappearance. Jaebeom and Hyukwoo were concerned for his safety. Meanwhile Kiseok threatened him not to come back until he had cleared his name. His mother, on the other hand, was worried that he’ll get into trouble with his company for departing suddenly. If only she knew the half of it.

Truthfully, Sunghwa had never told his mother of his relationship with London. The reason being that London was Black. He was dating a Black girl without his mother’s knowledge. Sunghwa was born into a Korean family, raised surrounded by Koreans, and spoke Korean. However, when he met Jay and joined AOMG, Sunghwa was exposed to foreign women. He was in a way obligated to be surrounded by fans of color.

His first “time” with a foreign woman was with a Latino fan in Houston, Texas. She had an all-access pass to backstage, he flirted with her, and gave her his hotel room. Soon afterwards, they were having sex in his suite. It was a risky decision to make, considering the girl could have exposed him then. Fortunately she didn’t and the affair was kept a secret between him and the anonymous fan.

While in the streets of California some years before, Sunghwa stumbled upon London. The girl had stunned him with her overwhelming beauty. At the time it was sunset and the sun had her dark skin glowing. The warm reds, orange tones, and yellows in her skin had Sunghwa drooling. He had no idea he was staring at London until she boldly walked up to him and pointed it out. Her soft fingers closed his mouth, the tips brushing along his lips in sync to a wide smile upon hers. Long, straightened black hair blew with the wind as alluring doe eyes gazed at him.

They exchanged names, and then numbers, and soon London was the next girl in Sunghwa’s bed. She was meant to be a fling. Just a one-night stand. On the other hand, there was just something about London that had him whipped. There was an aspect more to the woman than just her flexibility in the bed sheets. He went on to date her for a year. He kept them a secret from those he loved, for a whole year. The couple was going to make it to two years, until his rumor of him dating Tiffany broke out. London had evidence that Sunghwa was cheating on her with the woman. Screenshots of text messages and real photos of the two out on “dates”. She cut off contact with Sunghwa, leaving him to his own devices and ending their seemingly promising relationship.

On the flight to Santa Monica, Sunghwa by a stroke of luck gets a lengthy two hours of sleep. He sleeps with his head tilted against the cushioned seat and phone in his right hand. All the while he’s having vivid thoughts of meeting London in the long run. He hopes to settle this nicely.

His plane lands in Santa Monica, the stewardess announcing the local time to be 12 at midnight. Sunghwa hoped she wasn’t asleep just yet. He leaves off the plane and arrives in the airport. Using one of their payphones, he calls up a taxi. From then on, Sunghwa is driven out to London’s house. He looks out at the window when he comes upon the familiar neighborhood scattered with soaring palm trees. Immense stone-crafted houses with two door garages. A few cars such as Hondas, Toyotas, and BMW’s parked on the street. Bright fluorescent street lights illuminate his face.

The driver slows down to a stop and the gut-wrenching sensation returns. Sunghwa pays the driver by swiping his debit card and then exits the vehicle. He walks along the curves of the concrete path that leads to London’s door. He takes the elevated steps and stands before the intimidating coffee-brown door.

“Don’t come back until you get this shit settled.”

Kiseok’s voice resounds in his head the moment he remembers the text message.

He knocks on the door several times not long he gets an answer. The door is swung open and behind it reveals London. Her beauty is unchangeable. She wears a baby pink satin robe the length of it stopping above her knee. In her nose is a single stud pierced in her left nostril. Her previous black mane now dyed a steel gray styled in loose ripples of waves. His eyes lower down to the tattoo above her breast, peeking from underneath the contents of the robe. His sight goes to her thick thighs at present they’re covered with dragons swirling amongst flowers on the sides of her legs.

London realizes that Sunghwa’s gawking at her and she sucks her teeth. She covers her chest with the robe tugging the fabric while shouting, “Gray! Eyes up here!” The man jumps by the sudden yell and his eyes immediately look at hers. She rolls her eyes followed by a shake of her head. Her nose crinkled at the audacity he had to ogle her and lips curled. She grudgingly shifts aside to let the man into her home.

Sunghwa enters, heading straight for the living room. London follows after him going to sit on the sofa adjacent to the man. Again, Sunghwa is met with tension in the room. He’s not speaking and neither is London. They both know why Sunghwa is here yet neither speak openly of the subject.

The gray-haired girl stands to her feet when several minutes pass. She flattens down her robe and struts into her kitchen. Sunghwa doesn’t follow her, instead he keeps his place in the living room. His phone vibrates non-stop. The producer takes out his phone and looks at the lockscreen. There’s incoming messages from his labelmates and family. He doesn’t need to open it to know what it’s about.

London stirs the white sugar in her tea the sweet condiment dissolves into her brew. She sets the spoon aside on top of the counter and takes a small sip from her cup. Her eyes glaring at the back of Sunghwa’s head. She was stubborn to admit it, but she would have to talk to him sooner or later. The girl moves the cup away placing it on the marble gray island counter.

Her arms fold across her chest, head tipped to the side. She calls out to him, “We can talk about this in the kitchen.”

Sunghwa goes into the kitchen; he stands across from London. The only thing separating them was the island counter at the center of the room. He maintains eye contact with the woman and takes his hands out from his pockets. Then he leans over the counter, licking his lips, and thinks over his words. How should he start this off? Should he ask her why she did it? No, he exactly why.

Kiseok’s voice remarks vaguely in his hand again, “Tell her to remove this song off from the Internet.”

The producer restated soft-spoken, “Remove the song from the Internet.”

London quickly objects his request, “No, it’s staying on there.”

An annoyed grunt came out of Sunghwa, he runs his hands down his face. His fingers taps on the surface of the counter and his foot on the floor. His body shifts from side to side and his gaze is briefly aimed at the clock behind London. 1:43 A.M. it read. He looks back to the girl and stands up right.

“Why don’t you want to get rid of it?” He demanded, hand slamming down on the top. London flinches when the loud strike rings her ears, yet she doesn’t say a word. Sunghwa studies her for a moment then says, “Are you doing this to get money out from me London?”

The Black girl huffs when she heard the accusation. Her eyes squinting at the man. “Why in the fuck would I want to extort you? Do you think of me like that Gray?”

Sunghwa bellows, “Answer my questions. I’m the victim here not you London!” Veins throb in his neck and chin jutted.

“You’re more of a suspect in this too Gray.” London retorts, stepping closer to Sunghwa and glaring at him. “I wouldn’t have to put your name in the song if you would have just,” She pauses to throw objects on the floor. “Stayed loyal!”

Why is she getting mad? Sunghwa asks himself this question, his eyes scrutinizing London. The man stabs a finger in London’s direction his eyes flashing. “Calm down! You have no reason to be angry right now!”

London shouts, leaning over the countertop, “Yes I do! Gray you cheated on me with that bitch! You never put in the time to come and see me in Monica! You rather fuck these loose pussy hoes than be with me! Me!”

Sunghwa yells, “Listen this song shit has nothing to do with you! Now just get it off from the Internet before we both end up getting hurt!”

Her voice is calm and she shakes her head, “Oh no I won’t be removing it anytime soon. Your fans deserve to know just how much of a bastard you are. Just be happy that I didn’t expose your ass through pictures and videos of you and that bitch.” London grips on her robe, tugging it back into place and she walks around the counter. “So I suggest, that you leave and fly your ass back to Korea, because that song is there to stay.” Her finger points at the door he came in.

Once more Kiseok’s voice rings, “Don’t come back until you get this shit settled.”

Sunghwa’s eyes drift over to London, who’s yelling at him to leave. Her voice is muffled by the deafening pulsing noise in his ears. For him every movement she made was in slow-motion. Her hands flailing in the air and her mouth saying words that he couldn’t interpret. London stares at him for a moment, eyes narrowed and then she stomps in his direction. Her hand extends back in an attempt to backhand her ex-boyfriend.

Before either of them even knew it, Sunghwa had her wrist in his grasp. He then tugged the woman close to him, giving her a death glare. The grip Sunghwa had on her hand was firm as she tried to pull away. She tugged and tugged but to no avail. London’s defiance suddenly went away when her eyes met her ex’s. She could feel his burning gaze boring into her. She felt ten times smaller underneath his stare. Her mouth partially opened, eyes widened and body frozen.

She gasps, “Let me go Gray.” She was persistent in yanking her arm away from the man yet his grip wasn’t loosening.

Sunghwa staggers her body to the island counter and her back collides with the surface top. In the midst her robe is untied and reveals the black lace lingerie set underneath. Her face is flushed at the show of her figure. London wriggles beneath his body standing on top of her. Her left hand shoves at Sunghwa’s chest. She pleads for him to let her go. London’s not going to admit that she’s scared of him at this point, yet her body language tells it all. Her head turns to the side and she looks at the cup of tea that’s just a few inches away. Her eyes flicker from Sunghwa to the cup.

The male catches on to her scheme and he grabs her neck. His hand tilts her head back on the countertop. Sunghwa laughs bitterly followed by a shake of his head. He says, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Do what?” London breathes, wriggling beneath him again. “I’m not doing nothing Gray.”

Sunghwa says angrily, “London…”

London snatches the mug of warm tea and then splashes it on Sunghwa’s face. The man had little time to react to prevent it. He screams in agony when the hot tea burns his eyes. He walks unsteadily backwards from London giving her the chance to shove him back. When she goes to run away she slips on the wooden floor caused by the puddle of tea. She painfully yelps. The woman frantically makes an effort to get back on her feet, but a hand on her ankle averts her. She looks over her shoulder to see a leering Sunghwa standing above her again. This time he’s furious.

In all their time of dating she hadn’t seen him rage. Sunghwa normally kept his anger inside and released it when he’s alone. Never in a million years had she witnessed and been the cause of his anger up until now.

A whimper came from her as he roughly yanks her body to him. “No!” She struggles out and her hands were caught in his grasp again. Her legs kicked out at him in a frenzy. “Okay I’ll remove the song, just get off of me Sunghwa!” She pleads to him. Her voice quavering.

The man rasps, “I don’t believe you,” He forces the woman to her feet dragging her into the living room by her wrists. She’s determined to fight against Sunghwa. He tosses her body on the floor and hastily makes moves to unclasp his belt buckle. His zipper is lowered and jeans pulled down to his ankles. “You want to sing a song? You want to rap?” Sunghwa questioned, grabbing London by her gray locks and smothering her face against his bulge. The woman smacks his thigh when his hardened cock skims across her nose and mouth. “Rap your mouth on my dick.”

London stares angrily at her ex and rejects his demand. Sunghwa’s grip tightens in her hair and he yanks her closer to his bulge. With nowhere to go, London sucks her teeth hesitantly pulling down his red Calvin Klein underwear. She’s met with the sight of her ex’s rigid cock standing proudly before her. Thick pulsating veins, swollen head and fat girth. Her stomach flutters at the glimpse. One hand takes a hold of his shaft, stroking it up and down.

“No hands. Use that mouth of yours.”

Another suck of teeth comes out of London’s mouth. She begrudgingly does as she’s told; her hand goes down to her side and she opens her mouth. Slowly the girl lowers her head onto Sunghwa’s length up until the tip tickles the back of her throat she pulls away. A few coughs spew out prior to her cavern being filled with his cock again. She gurgles on his dick, and hits his thigh for him to stop. Sunghwa pays her no attention. Instead he thrusts his dick back and forth. Her saliva coating his dick while her tongue stuck out to lick at the undersides.

He hums pleasingly, head tilted to the side watchful of his length entering and exiting her moist orifice. Sunghwa uses the hand in her hair for guidance. Up and down, in and out.

He chortled, “Your mouth was big enough for something yeah? Big enough to talk shit and take this dick.” His ex-girl gags a response on his shaft even so it’s muffled. Sunghwa abruptly pull out and questions her, “What did you say?”

London’s chest heaves while she tries to catch her breath. Her mouth snarls up at the man, baring her teeth yet her eyes are glazed by undisguised longing. Her hoarse voice snaps back, “Fuck you,” Sunghwa mutters, “Oh really?” and it earns her another trip to his dick. Except for now Sunghwa goes rougher with her mouth. His thrusts goes from slow and deep to erratic and pummeling. The tip of his dick ramming right in the back of her throat. Her eyes watering with tears since she couldn’t do much but just slap his thighs and violently struggle for air.

He bluntly states, “Let’s see if you’re able to talk trash when I’m done with you slut.”

London replies gagging once more. Sunghwa pulls his dick out of her mouth. Spit mixed with his cum dribble out from the woman’s mouth and runs down her chin. She coughs a few times, gasping before she’s yet again forced to suck him up. Surprisingly she goes along with it and bobs her head in vigor, giving her ex needy vibrations of moans on his shaft.

Sunghwa laughs teasingly at the sudden change in London. He takes a mocking jab directed to her, “What happened to being big and bad London? You changed your mind?” He pulls out from her mouth a string of her spit sticking to his tip. She mewls then grumbles, “Shut the fuck up,” to which he replies, “How about you?” and shoves his dick into her cavern. London lifts her body up from the ground, yet she’s shoved back down by Sunghwa’s knees. He kneels above her body, pinning her on the plush rug.

Among his thrusts Sunghwa takes off his jacket and his shirt. His muscular torso unclothed to London’s eyes to ogle. He bites on his bottom lip starting to pound into London’s mouth roughly. He tangles his fingers in her hair, rapsing groans resonating arise from him. His breathing quickening and balls growing tense between his legs as his ex-girlfriend’s sweltering tongue lapped on his shaft. Sunghwa stopped his thrust to allow for London to take control. His fingers glided in his black hair and deep groans leaving past his lips.

London’s warm mouth engulfed his rigid cock. Plumps lips cushioning his length. Her hand went up to fondle with his taut balls. She squeezes one in her hand, then tugs on the sphere. All the while her eyes are dazedly watching him. She could see his face contort while he practically pants for air. The underground rapper giggles on his cock, bobbing her head a few more times in preparation to pull away.

“I got you all hot and bothered Gray.” She remarks smug, her tongue prods at the tip of his cock. A small trace of his cum leaking from the peak. A high-pitched giggle escapes her mouth followed by her tongue languidly skim from the separation of his balls to his tip. Her mouth suckles on his head, teeth lightly nibbling on the man’s peak. She stops to say, “Hmm… I wonder if that bitch sucks dick as good as me. Does that whore have you as hard as this?” Her hand takes a hold of his shaft and she strokes him fluid and fast.

Just to take a jab at her confidence Sunghwa responds, “Yeah she does. She doesn’t get too cocky with it unlike you.”

The pride London had was shot down by his words. She glares at the man above her, “Then I guess you’re not fucking me.” She slides away from him and while she’s doing this she retaliates, “Call that bitch to fuck your ass.”

Sunghwa grabs her hair, yanking on the steel gray locks and forcing her head back. “No because she’s in Korea and the only bitch I have that wants my dick is you.”

London argues, “I don’t want your puny short dick. I have a dildo in my room that’s bigger than yours.”

He countered back, “That’s not what you were saying when you were just choking on my dick. You were face fucking yourself if I had to describe it. So now who’s really the whore here?”

She bites back at him, “Back the fuck off Gray!”

Sunghwa rejected her demand and instead he flipped her onto her stomach. When she tried running away again he struggled with her to keep her in his captivity. He bent her body over the sofa, hiked up her robe exposing her round, firm ass and then spanked it. A yelp came afterwards from London. He noticed she was wearing a black lace thong.

“Ooh what’s this?” He pulls the thong to the side revealing her bare ass hole and dripping wet pussy. Her folds swollen and her clit engorged. He licks his lips at the sight. One finger ran in between her folds eliciting a shrill moan. “Look at that… did you get wet because you were all over my dick?

London denies the accusation grunting, “Uh uh. I thought of Simon fucking my mouth instead of you, shrimp dick.”

“So now I’m shrimp dick yeah?” Sunghwa asks and she agrees with a breathy “yeah”. His hand brutally slaps her ass cheek then grips the clef her ass. London yelps again when her ass is smacked. Her back arching and hands gripping the sofa’s cushion. Sunghwa murmurs, “You won’t be saying shrimp dick after I’m done with you.” He takes a hold of her panties by the waistband and pulls them down steadily. Her puckered hole and dripping wet pussy exposed.

He spits on her hole the saliva trickling in her ring of muscles. His middle finger runs up and down over her anus before he penetrates without warning. London jolts upon the sudden intrusion in her rear, her fingernails raking into the couch’s bolster. Her head turns and she peers over her shoulder at Sunghwa’s digit working in and out of her ass. She struggles to break free, though unfortunately Sunghwa’s body reclines on top of hers. This way he keeps her pinned close up to the couch. London grabs a pillow shoving her face into the soft cushion. Her voice produces suppressed laments. Sunghwa takes his finger out of her ass, spits on her puckered ring once more, and then slips into her hole again.

His stiff thick length twitched when he returned his finger to the familiar sensation of London’s ass. His finger warmed by her canal. The Korean male draws out a throaty groan. His tongue wets his lips and he cocks his head. He adds one more finger into her both digits twisting as they work their way in and out.

London’s ass clenches around the two fingers. Her plump thighs tense up at the moment she begins to ruts towards his digits. Her teeth bite harshly on her bottom lip, spews of moans leaving from her mouth. The steel-haired woman lifts her head up from the pillow and a hand kneads her breast.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps. She hears rustling in her background, yet she doesn’t pay no mind. There’s a blood roaring noise in her ears that muffles the sound. His fingers are yanked out of her ass and his cock replaces them. Suddenly she cries out and bites back a moan when Sunghwa’s dick eases its way in her.

There’s no condom blanketing his shaft since he’s in it raw. The feel of her snug canal is foreign to him. Surely in the past he had fucked London in her pussy then again never in her ass. The woman’s passage is tight and narrow. He smacks his hands on her hips her round ass cheeks jiggling from the strike. His hands clutches on her hips while he lazily grinds into her.

Sunghwa’s eyes flickers from his length to the back of London’s head. His ex-girlfriend is gnawing on her bottom lip as she watches him grind in her tight ass. One of his callous hand run up her back to her neck, grabbing the nape and pulling her back. She was in a daze when he pulled her upright, her back touching his naked broad chest. His hand snakes around to the front of her neck in midst of the position change. Her breathing laboured when she’s finally filled up to the brim of his dick. Her hand reaches back, brushing against the side of his thigh as the opposite snatches his hair.

She hisses, “Just because I’m enjoying this doesn’t mean I want you fucking me.” The emotion in her eyes unreadable since even now she’s livid at him. Despite of the man pleasuring her to no end. Just to piss him off she teased, “You know I wonder if Jay is still single. I want to know how it feels to have a real man fuck me.” She looks at him through voluminous eyelashes waiting for his reaction.

The thought of Jaebeom defying the bro code and fucking with his ex made Sunghwa infruitated. He tightens his hold on London’s neck causing the woman to choke. He bites down on her earlobe eliciting a stifled gripe. Again that night London thrashes in Sunghwa’s hold, her left hand striking the man’s thigh.

“Jay’s not here bitch.” Sunghwa growls, and lets go of her neck. She falls towards the sofa but catches herself using her arms. Sunghwa smacks her on her ass again, “Jay and Simon aren’t here to fuck you. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want to fuck sluts like you anyways.” He pulls his cock out halfway before he pummels it back inside. A wail follows. London claws at the couch and the Korean man adds, “Simon likes his bitches classy, mature.”

He hikes up her robe again when it slides down. The ex-boyfriend jerks his hips onto London’s ass. Her back arches as a reaction meanwhile her lonely mound leaks. She sneakily reaches a hand down in between her legs and rubs on her clit stimulating herself. A moan nearly escapes, but she bites it back.

He continues on, “You’re not mature or classy. You’re a reckless bitch. Do you really think Simon would want that?” Sunghwa asks. London could only whine and tremble beneath him. “I thought not. Now as for Jay…” He loses his train thought when London grinds back against him. A lazy smirk grows on his lips then he lightly slaps her ass. He rakes his hair back with his hand. His voice graty, “Jay might fuck you. He fucks anything that moves, breathes, and would do anything to ride his dick.”

All of a sudden Sunghwa pulls his dick out and slams into London. The woman lets out a shrill moan when she’s filled to the brim of his cock. Tears roll down her face, her body quivering and hands jerking a pillow underneath her chest. She shoves her body back to be met with ruthless, snaps of Sunghwa’s hips.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my fucking-” She chokes on her words, it takes her moment to regain her train of thought, she murmurs, “My fucking God.” Her fingers hastily knead her sensitive nub. She whimpers while she drags a quavering finger up to her entrance and prods. Using a shaky digit she penetrates her haven stopping at the knuckle.

Sunghwa chortles at the feedback he receives from London. The feeling of prickles in his skin causes the male to jerk suddenly. London makes a strangled noise; her finger going into her mouth and she bites down. Sunghwa’s dark eyes bore at his ex-girlfriend. He rasps, “Your ass is so fucking tight.” He leans back on his knees, pulling out again and slamming right back into her core. He repeats the motion twice before he settles on actually ruining her.

He props himself up to place one knee on the couch and his foot on the floor. Shakingly, London climbs onto the sofa just as Sunghwa starts to assault her canal with accelerated barbarous hammering. His balls slap on the boundary of her ass and pussy. The Korean male inhales sharply alongside a husky groan.

A hand spanks her ass. Sunghwa gutturally snarls,“You like this bitch?”

Sunghwa pulls her hips close to him. Her hole clenches around his shaft again. His hands massages her big fleshy ass while he pummels into her. London goes slack jaw, her eyes seeing stars instead of the white suede couch before her. She refused to admit it to anyone, but the way Sunghwa was fucking her had her drowning in pleasure. His reckless pounding fucked up her mind, left her brain scattered and ears listening to a deafening silence. She quickens her fingers inside of her haven, feeling the tip of her middle finger prodding her g-spot. A whimper emits from her mouth, her nostrils flaring as she tosses her head back. Gradually her body goes limp, her legs trembling from being on her knees for so long and from Sunghwa’s relentless hammering.

If continues to fuck her as good as he is now, she just might get rid of the song.

London has trouble articulating her words. For a while she just rolls her tongue and babble some words. It takes for Sunghwa to collide right into her spot for her to get her words in order. She shouts on the top of her lungs, “Fuck!” and then she desperately announces, “I’ll get rid of the song!”

Just the words Sunghwa’s been wanting to hear. He takes his dick out from her ass looking down at her puckered hole seeing some pre-cum leak out and dribble down to her pussy. It’s when he just realizes she was fingering herself the entire time. He cackles at the sight and lifts up the girl to her feet. She’s positioned on her back on the sofa, her weak legs barely having the energy to lock around his waist. London’s hand rubs slowly on her clit while she watches her ex-boyfriend penetrate her haven. She lets out a hiss, moaning in a needy way. The woman flings her hair behind her shoulder, lying on her couch and arching her back. Sunghwa breathes heavily as he enters her pussy. Another warm engulfs him entirely. Before she even had time to adjust to his size, Sunghwa picks up from where he left off. Her pussy is assaulted by accelerated and brute poundings.

She lifts a hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers to muffle her cries. Her body rocks on the sofa, her clit twitching. She feels a fire pooling in her stomach signaling that her orgasm was coming. London looks up at Sunghwa briefly before she returns her gaze to his fat shaft working in and out of her pussy.

A hand languidly wraps around her neck for the umpteenth time that night. She meets her eyes with Sunghwa, the darkness within them making her skin crawl. In a raspy voice he asks, “You’re going to delete it?”

London whimpers, “Yes.” He repeats the question again and her voice raises, “Yes!” Her hand hastily rubs on her clit, her hips bucking against him and body getting tense. Her eyes are glazed by the overwhelming desire to come. A sense of electricity wrecks through her skin while she maintains the intense eye contact with him.

Still not satisfied with her answer, Sunghwa barks, “Are you going to delete it?”

“Yes! Fucking yes!” She cries out and there’s a rippling sensation that brings her to her peak. Her voluptuous frame goes still for a moment, her back arching up when she cums all over his dick. Her eyes close as she rides off her orgasm. Her hands balling into fists while her juices leak onto his shaft. A string of curses in the course of her sudden electrifying bliss.

That’s how you say it. Sunghwa bares his teeth while he brings her up to his chest. She’s seated in his lap, her body limp as she tries to ride him. Her head lays on his chest and she feels his large hands kneading her ass. A low moan emits when he does that.

The Korean man inhales sharply through his mouth. Both his hands smacking her globes before digging his fingers into the skin. Sunghwa’s half-lidded eyes peer at London sluggishly riding him. Her cheeks are adorned with dried tears. He grabs her face with his hand and brings her in for a kiss.

She’s surprised when he kisses her, but she doesn’t complain. Their tongues massage together at the same time their hands can’t seem to stay away. A moan comes out of London’s mouth; Sunghwa’s arm pulling her close to him. The man sucks on her bottom lip and rolls his lips on hers. London snakes her arms out of the satin robe and unclasps her bra. Both pieces of clothing are tossed on the floor by Sunghwa respectively. They’re completely immersed into the tongue swirling and tongue flicking.

Sunghwa pulls out from the kiss and tilts his head back. “Shit,” he rasps. His heart beats erratically against his chest and breathing becoming laboured. The man rakes his fingers through his black hair and groans desperately. His ex-girlfriend’s eyes mischievously sparkle at the sight of him getting on edge. Her hands stroked his chest in a circle causing him to bite on his bottom lip. The Korean male closes his eyes; his balls and thighs grew taut upon the approaching sense. It’s as if time slows down when he jerks his hips into London. His hands forcefully pin the girl to his lap, keeping her still as he hammers into her.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head when she feels a warmth fill her to the hilt. Her hands grip on his shoulders, nails burrowed into the pale skin. Sunghwa grunts while he rides off his high. He runs his hand up and down on her back letting groans come out.

The Korean male pulls his dick out from London and uses a hand to stroke it. More of his cum leaks out from his tip. The previous batch seeping out of London’s mound and onto his lap. He slows down his strokes, eventually stopping when there’s nothing. His cock fluctuates, wilting down and going limp. Sunghwa sighs to himself relieved to be free of his erection and of the reason for his appearance in California.

London climbs off from her ex’s lap and lies down on her side on the couch. She scratches the back of her head while reaching down to snatch up her robe. She covers her body with the satin fabric her eyes looking over at Sunghwa.

The man is starting to get dressed, he’s putting on his underwear followed by his jeans. He was preparing to leave. London felt a pang in her chest, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead she watches her ex-boyfriend get clothed and gather up his things.

Sunghwa looks to London, not noticing her crestfallen gaze. He tucks his hands into his pockets and asks, “You’re really going to get rid of the song?”

She nods her head, her lips pursed. “Yeah, I’m going to do that when I leave from here in a couple of minutes.”

“Good.” Sunghwa responds. He goes to her front door and is about to leave. Not before he spares his ex another straight-faced look. Their eyes meet when he’s been caught staring so he leaves.

He spends an inconsiderable amount of money to purchase yet another plane ticket. The flight back to Korea is unwinding. He could return back home without a worry on his mind. The drama with London finally put to rest before any collateral damage could come. He looks at his phone to see messages from Kiseok, Jaebeom, and others. He opens up the chat with Kiseok and sees that the diss of him wasn’t found out by media. Him and Jaebeom had paid off sources to remove the song privately while he was away. Sunghwa cracks a smile.

Days later, in Korea, Sunghwa was at AOMG headquarters with Hyukwoo, Jaebeom, Minsik, Kiseok, and Hyun-jung. Minsik, or Sik-K, was called up to the building in the possibility of a collaboration with their artist Hoddy. He thought of a collab that’ll have the digital single produced by Sunghwa. According to the rapper it’ll be promoting Hyun-jung and himself individually. Kiseok and Jaebeom thought of the idea to be acceptable. Hoody liked the concept of performing with Minsik.

Just then Sunghwa’s phone went off notifying a text message had came in. He unlocked his phone to see a message from an unknown number. His eyebrows furrowed confusedly at the sight.

The first to notice Sunghwa’s quizzical look had been Hyukwoo. Abruptly he calls out in midst of his fellow friends roaring with laughter, “Gray hyung! What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t say anything, he just stands to his feet and dials the foreign number. Sunghwa strides out the room and goes into a recording studio alone. He locks the door behind him as he plops down onto a chair and runs his fingers through his hair. Finally someone picks up the phone.

“Hello who is this?” Sunghwa asked.

A female’s voice replies, “It’s London.” Sunghwa’s blood runs cold when he finds out who it is. She continues to speak, “Listen… after what happened when you came over here Gray. I’ve been meaning to tell you that I miss you. I want you back.” He could sense the desperation in her tone.

Sunghwa puts the microphone on mute just as he groans. He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. Maybe that was the look she was giving him before he left. This is what it meant. She wanted to get back with him again. As much as Sunghwa wanted to do that, he couldn’t find it in his heart to do it. He may just cheat on her or she might just be using this to put his career at risk. His hand ran down his face as he sat there in the chair thinking of his options. Just like her he missed her, but for her body. The sex they would have was amazing yet he adorned no emotional attachment to London. His fondness of the woman was long gone. Then again he could try to give them another try.

London’s voice rung out, “Gray, are you there?”

He quickly presses the microphone and speaks, “Yeah I’m here.” He massages his temples.

“Well… what do you say?”

Sunghwa takes a deep breath and reflects over his decision. It seems like forever before he chooses an answer to give London.

“London…. I,”

A/N: The cliffhanger is there for a reason! You end it off. You tell me if Gray agreed to get back with London or not. Anyways, I literally spent three days writing this oneshot, so I am out! Follow me for more and hit me up for any requests!

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 142

Trey

CiCi sticks her head in the door and point to her ear. "It's Cammie?"

"Bring me my damn phone." I retort.

"Okay." she says closing the door than opening it.

I snatch it from her without thinking about it. Why would you ask me if I wanted to talk to my wife. I know I said don't disturb me no matter what but you should know I wasn't talking about her. This fucking day has been going backwards ever since the power in the hotel went out and I had to move across town. I liked the hotel I was in.

"Tremaine!"

"Hey, Jay." I smile instantly at her joyful face.

She looks around the room. "Caden is the same weight that he was the day before yesterday."

"So what?"

"He is slowly gaining weight."

I smile. "You did that."

She smiles harder. "He slept for a long time last night. Everyone was gathering around and kept checking his machines. They didn't know why he wasn't waking up to eat. I believe it was a whole 8 hours of constant unresponsive sleep. He didn't want to be bothered."

"Poor little man wanted you. What is he doing right now?"

"Sleep. He kinda waking up every 2 hours. Last time he only slept for 30 minutes and he was hungry again. My boobs hurting." she says looking down. "Wanna see them? They're all swollen."

I chuckle. "Of course I want to see em."

She lowers the camera on her chest. "He is only eating a little bit and they are producing too much milk. I have been pumping and storing. The lady down the hall has also been using some of my milk."

"What?"

"Yeah." she nods. "She can't produce any milk for some reason. Not my business."

"You should be selling it then."

She laughs. "No, Tremaine."

I smile. "Cam Milk. High quality unfiltered. Or unpasteurized."

"You in a good mood this morning."

"I swear to you I wasn't before I talked to you. Nicki's team is pissing me off. I may not highlight the show but I ain't about to get treated like a roadie."

She sucks her teeth. "I hate her manager. Nicki don't even act like they portray her when she not around."

"So you know?"

"I did a video with her. I told her never again until she under new management. She knows cause we still cool after all that."

I look at her titties. "You need a bigger shirt."

"I want Caden to feel as much as me as possible." she smiles.

"I need to feel a little bit of you."

She has the most uplifting smile. "I belong to Caden plus you can't touch me for about two years."

"2? Huh?"

"Not having kids for a while."

I yawn. "I don't know. I want a girl."

"Not now!"

"Did I tell you about the doula?"

"No, Maine. What about the doula?"

"One came by with a baby and diapers and shit. I had to practice holding it, burping it, and changing the diaper. Next I have to attend this black fathering meeting. I don't know if that's in the states or not."

She laughs. "Sounds like some American shit. Was the baby real?"

"No. It was tiny and felt real. She also got Lane involved. He told her that the baby wasn't real so it doesn't poop. He also tried to give it CPR."

"CPR?"

I nod. "Yes. I don't know. He pushed its chest and started counting."

Cammie laughs really hard. "Don't make me cry. He did not do that."

"Ask Buggiz. He crazy, Jay."

"That's your son. He learned that somewhere."

I shrug. "I couldn't tell you where. Chris says he coming to Europe in a few days. I tried to convince him to chill at home and out of trouble. He never listens."

"His dumbass. He sent me a dead flower talking about RIP to your insides."

"The fuck?"

She rolls her eyes. "I thought the same until I realized the flower was chocolate under the fake flower pedals."

"Stupid ass joke."

"It is."

She turns the camera so I could see the baby stretching his skinny legs out. He starts moving his hands in erratic motions working up a cry. But the only thing comes out is a little sound. He dramatic for no reason. He kicks his feet a little more than makes his arrival to the woke world noticeable. He yells louder this time. Cammie sits the phone down on something.

"You think you mad now." she says. "Wait til you no longer have this perfectly quiet sleeping area. Then what little guy?"

"He stopped with that tiny cry."

Cammie picks up the phone and shows me him breastfeeding. "He is too busy to do all of that."

"I'm hating."

Cammie laughs. "This won't be yours for another 5 months. He is 3 weeks old."

"Is he?"

"He was a week when you left. You have been gone for 2 weeks and a couple days."

I shake my head. "That's a long time of no titty action. Me and Caden will talk."

Cammie smiles. "Not about me you won't. Where is my first born?"

"With Forrest."

"Caden's little stomach barely had anything." Cammie says. "He is sleep once again."

I close my eyes. "He do..."

"Tremaine, I love you."

"Love you too."

"Just falling asleep on the phone." I hear Cammie say.

I try to open my eyes but my body was refusing to be woken. I just let myself fall asleep thinking about Cammie.

  Alex

"Hey, Cammie."

"Hey."

I flip through the pages of the search results. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"As good as expected I reckon."

"Right." I stand up from the computer. "This is like a business call so Imma get to it cause... I just can't turn it off when it's business. I got a block on your name and any mention of your name on any of those popular blogs. I know a lot of shit has been in the news about your sudden disappearance from the social world and Trey's partying in Europe."

"Partying?"

I look out of the large living room window. "Allegedly. They're blogs for God's sake. I just figured you rather not see the bullshit."

She sucks her teeth. "I supposed to have a person for that. So what's the business aspect of this conversation?"

"Oh that's the business."

It gets quiet for a few seconds. "So... What's going on with you that got you so bored you want to care about someone else?"

"I would be offended if you weren't a bitch."

"Hidia told me about your man problems. You stopped acting mighty yet?"

"When will I ever?" I laugh. "How is the baby?"

"He is improving."

I sigh. "You know if you need representation..."

She giggles. "I won't be calling family for it. Just kidding. I don't know how you would be able to handle Trey and his business side. His mother has someone that is familiar with his anal ass so I think that would be better."

"Is he that bad?"

"Yes." she says.

Someone knocks at my door. I look towards it like I could see who it is. I grab my house coat that barely can be called clothing.

"Someone's at my door. I'll talk to you another time." I say.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

We hang up the phone with that. I saw something in my email from her ex. That's what got me intrigued. I could have cared less before that. Like I stated I'm not about to watch my family get drag for no apparent reason. Keem needs to realize that she moved on completely and I'm not on his side.

"Why would you open the door like that?" Jamaal says walking in the house with his eyes on me.

"Cause I knew you were coming." I say sarcastically.

He hands me a small box. "I would have preferred nothing interrupting my view if it were for me."

"I'll remember that next time I invite you to my house."

"I wanted to thank you for saving me."

"Your father must not have been in your life as a kid. Poor thang. No wonder you so sissified."

He gets mad. "My father is the same as my mother. Fuck you, Alex."

I open the small box. I close the box then open it again. I have this collection of odd shaped raw pearls that sit in a clam shell on my fireplace. Jamaal gave me a big pearl that has no shape what so ever. It was also the biggest that I own. I sit it in the clam shell. It stands out from the rest because of its shape, size, and color. Unlike the ones I have this one is from the ocean. It isn't pure white. It's imperfect and I love it.

"Thank you."

"I won the bet." he says.

I turn to look at him. "You did not. She said how she was going to use my ideas. She also said that someone from her team was going to connect me about a conference like I setup for my father. You saw how impressed she was after she found out I was behind his image."

"She still didn't sign you."

I turn to the pearl. "Where did you get this from?"

"A place. A place where humans exist. A place not underwater. Currently."

"Shut up."

Jamaal touches me. I jump a bit from being startled. It was unexpected and definitely unwelcome. He had put his hands on my waist. For a second or two longer I contemplate whether or not I actually wanted him touching me. The thought wasn't what he was touching me for. Cause, you know, I'm fucking irresistible. When you add sexy lingerie and a sheer housecoat it's obvious what he is thinking. I take his hands off of me.

"So you give me a pearl and think it's open season?" I say turning around.

Of course he is still right there in my face. His rapidly moving eyes never actually reach my face though. The fact that he doesn't say anything makes it a bit awkward. Leaves me to my thoughts of what exactly it would be like to fuck him sober.

"Okay." I say moving him back. "Stand over there if you just gonna stare."

He grabs my wrist as I'm dropping it back to my side. Am I gonna have to reject this man's weak as advances until he decides to give up and accept defeat? I go to remove my hand from his grip but he tightens it then pull me to him. My body crashes into his like a rubber recoiling after being stretched. It throws me off enough for him to make his advances more than that of a college boy. He kisses me with one hand on my ass and the other on my back. Momentarily I forgot that it was Jamaal. He moves his hand towards my pussy and that sudden realization that it's Jamaal fades away yet again. It's fucking irrelevant that it's Jamaal. I don't give a fuck.

"No, my pictures." I say as my back touches the wall.

"What?"

I point to the painting that hang down like a blanket on the wall. It was literally inches away from me and too fucking expensive to be torn off the wall. Jamaal stares at the picture. When I turn my head to glance at it he sudden lifts me up in the air. I'm dropped, tossed, or placed onto the couch. Either way I want to imagine it, I land on the couch. Jamaal touches my body then starts kissing my breast. I'm not really a 4 play type of person but I let him do whatever he wants. Maybe he so wrapped up in my body he has to kiss it. I chuckle to myself. How fucking swallow of me? He takes his shirt off displaying his tight lean body.

"Oh please put that back on." I say.

"You jealous because my body looks better than this." he says looking down at my body. He slides my panties off.

"Im convinced."

He rubs his hand on my clitoris. I close my eyes. I fucking love to be touched. My pussy fucking loves anything that brushes up against it in the right way. Whether it's my thighs or someone else's body. I open my eyes as Jamaal kisses my clit. Don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with him kissing my pussy. It's just do that on your own time. I like friction. No slow as kiss or whatever else. He smiles really big when I move him back.

"I was waiting." he says positioning his hips between my legs.

"Waiting on what?" I snap.

He rams his full size into me all at once. No worrying or warm up. Just 9 fucking inches of dick rammed into my pussy. I couldn't scream. As I could do was breath. He doesn't pause after that, he does it again.

"I know you don't like all that 4 play." he says.

I had the perfect comeback but it irrelevant in seconds. Only thing I wanted to say is, damn Jamaal knows how to fuck. But I'm not saying that. Fuck. I'll lose a thousand arguments tight now, if he continues to talk shit. He has the fucking right at this moment. I can't argue with the way he is fucking me. I sit up suddenly remembering what I was doing. I push him off of me.

"My fucking father is on his way here."

"You walking around naked with your father on the way? Why are you thinking about your father?"

Why was I suddenly thinking about my father? We both freeze and look towards the door. Oh, I heard the garage. He is bringing my car back that he drove to his meeting after his driver got sick. Jamaal picks up his clothes. I go into my bedroom. Damn. I throw a bra on then a tshirt that was 4 sizes too big for me. I walk into the living room. My father is coming through the kitchen.

"Once again you left your mailbox open with mail in it." he says flipping through it.

"Why are you looking through it?" I snap.

Jamaal walks out of the bathroom. "Old dude."

My father looks up. "Jamaal? That's awfully strange."

"Me using the bathroom?" he says pointing behind him.

"Yeah, sure." my father says. "I've avoided your mother enough."

I peek into the kitchen. "Where is my food?"

"You were serious about the food?" he says shocked.

"I reminded you several times. Leave my house." I say falling back on the couch.

He kisses my cheek. "I'll have the driver go get it and bring it back by."

I push him away from me with my foot. "I don't want it anymore. Go home to your wife."

"You sure? I'm going to go get it."

"Don't!"

He makes a sad face. "Okay, good night. Jamaal."

"Good night." I say.

"Where is my little split pea?" my father asks looking around.

"With my mother and father for the weekend."

"Good night." my father says again.

I'm pissed about my food but partially satisfied. "Did I not say good night?"

My father smiles. "Did you, dear?"

"Dad."

"Okay, okay." he says leaving out of the front door. He comes back in and lock the door. "You never lock this door."

"Good night!"

"Love you." he yells back shutting the door.

I blow. I had got distracted staring out the window after talking to my father about him bringing the car back. Then I got distracted by Jamaal and his dick. Good thing that garage often gets jammed and makes a lot of noise getting back on track. I was going to get it fixed but it saved me a lot of embarrassment.

"It's not even night." Jamaal says.

"You still there?" I look around the room for him.

He walks around the couch standing in front of me. His fucking smell made my pussy wet. This can be a bad thing. Good dick rules everything in my life. He may have that little girl and an unusual relationship with my father but it just might not be enough to disqualify him with a stroke like that. I put my foot on his chest and back him up from me. He eyes drop to my pussy. I wasn't trying to show it to him. I was simply telling him to back the hell up. He touches my leg gently. I smirk then stand up. I lean in his face.

"Want me to show you how good I am at using my strap on?"

"You had me for about 1 millisecond." he says then laughs. "The fuck?"

I laugh. "So for a millisecond you were my bitch."

He pushes me back on the couch. "I was about to say some fucking suspect as shit fucking with you."

"Cause you know you wanna be my bitch."

"I like you better silent."

I smirk seductively. "Shut my mouth then."

He smiles a bit then gets on the couch. I'm mentally prepared for him this time. As a result him entering me made me bust. It just might be in my head. I think about something to see whether it was all in my head. It doesn't even work. I couldn't think about nothing but him inside of me.

[punkscowardschampions]

Buster & Rio

Buster: Distract me Rio: ? Rio: As much as it's one of my favourite things to do Buster: Please Rio: Okay Rio: I can catch you up on what's happened since you left if you like Rio: Never a dull moment Buster: Go on Buster: Tell me Rio: Well, Indie got caught riding her dirtbike again so the garda took it off her Rio: cue the phonecall that she's kicking off and me having to go down there and basically beg for it back/them not to actually charge her Rio: got away with a warning and not inducing Ro into labour by keeping it hush hush Buster: Bet Drew was really helpful over the whole thing Rio: As if he's voluntarily going anywhere near the station Rio: or Indie would bell him Buster: Sure she will after the fact to show him what a rudegirl she is, like Buster: 😂 Rio: 🙄 Not wrong Rio: the things she's gotta do to make her Da proud Rio: let's not Buster: Agreed, let's not Rio: I'm thinking if there's been much else drama Rio: aside from the obvious Rio: Everyone kinda letting Nance have her moment, idk if that's a good thing Rio: tell 'em to up their game Rio: So, what's wrong? Buster: I can't talk about Nance right now, okay? Buster: I've had a shit enough day as is Rio: 'Course Rio: She's alright, though, don't worry Rio: What can I do? Buster: Tell me I can get on a plane right now and not have to come back here until I want Rio: I mean Rio: You can do whatever you want, yeah? Buster: Until I miss too much school and my grades drop, like Buster: End of the world as the fam knows it Rio: Not naming names but you're probably good for a minor blip right about now due to, like Rio: That bad? Buster: Nah, gotta hang onto that golden boy tag for as long as, you know Buster: It's standard. That's what makes it bad. Does that even make any sense? Rio: Don't blame you, babe Rio: Completely Rio: Fuck the cunts, do something selfish, that's what you'd tell me Buster: Yeah Buster: But you're the only thing I want and I can't come and get you Rio: I can come and be with you Buster: I can't ask for you to just drop everything for me Rio: You don't have to Rio: Still coming Buster: What about Indie? Buster: Plus work Rio: She's got School too, like Rio: What's one more for Ma to drag in by her hair? Rio: I'll worry about work later Buster: Babe Buster: You don't need to worry about me Rio: Who else is gonna if not me? Rio: And I wanna, so let me Buster: Well, I want you here so I'm not gonna argue any more Rio: If I could make time go faster I would Rio: fuck this year Buster: You do Buster: That sounds really stupid but like Rio: Babe Rio: You know you deserve to be happy, yeah Buster: Shh Buster: You make me happy Rio: Good Rio: S'a start for sure Buster: Are you serious about coming here just 'cause I'm being a mopey cunt? Rio: Yeah Rio: like I need much of an excuse Rio: completely selfish, naturally 😉 Buster: 'Course Buster: Speaking of, we should probably start planning my birthday Buster: Get your lies and excuses ready for that at least Rio: I've literally been pondering on your gift so hard Rio: You're hard to buy for Rio: What do you want, baby? Buster: You do reckon you're gift enough? Rio: For every day? Obviously Rio: but it's your special day Rio: you get whatever you want Buster: Yeah but it's not like its an important one, what am I gonna do, go vote? Buster: Everything else I can do already Rio: I know you wanna be in charge always but like, yeah, do your civic duty, boy 😜 Rio: but now you can do it legally, fun fun fun right? Rio: adulthood, babe Rio: we'll make it important Buster: 😂 Buster: Let's go somewhere Buster: Not be surrounded by cunts for a change Rio: You wanna be surprised or you wanna look together Buster: Surprise me Buster: Anywhere but Skerries, like Rio: Damn Rio: 😂 Rio: I'm on it forreal, no caravans or fam in sight Buster: One of many reasons I love you Rio: If you get stuck for ideas for my upcoming Rio: just write that list, babe Rio: not that i'm already making this about me Buster: 'Course not 😇 Buster: Only room for one selfish cunt Rio: Already competing with Halloween Rio: how many costume parties can one boy have Buster: Good thing blind folds and ball gags aren't technically costumes so you can still wear them for me without me wasting a wish Rio: 😳 Rio: Okay, and you're acting like you don't have plans Rio: Damn Buster: No plans yet Buster: Just thinking Buster: Like I said, shit day Rio: Well, feel free to take it all out on me Rio: just keep me in the loop 'cos I wanna know Rio: Who's got you so mad though? Buster: You don't wanna know, babe Buster: I'm not trying to get you mad too Rio: I do but I dont need many guesses now Rio: What the fuck's she been saying Buster: Just ignore any screenshots you see 'cause you know the context isn't there Buster: Depends if you wanna be mad on my behalf or my sister's Rio: I'm sure I can manage both Buster: You and me both, babe Rio: Not amatuers Rio: She's a bitch on such a ridiculous level it should be comical Rio: but it ain't Buster: Yeah Buster: At least I as good as told her I have a girlfriend so hopefully that's the last time she'll find her way into my inbox Rio: Be nice but wouldn't put money on her being the respectful type Rio: See if she's got as much staying power as Ryan, ha Rio: I'm sorry Buster: Hardly respectful at the party from what I remember. And what I don't Buster: So I'm sorry too, like Rio: Don't apologise Rio: It's fucked up, she is Buster: Yeah Buster: She's so smug about it that's what's fucked Rio: That's gross Rio: Does she not realise what she's done or like? Rio: fucked up power trip, okay bitch Buster: [sends own screenshots because you suck Chlo] Rio: I hate her Rio: I'm gonna fuck her up Buster: You can't Buster: She's the exact type to get you in trouble if you tried Rio: Give a shit Rio: Who does she think she is Buster: You do give a shit though Buster: And so do I Buster: She's already fucked everything up, there's no way it's happening again Rio: Okay Rio: I'll get Billie to throw some bad juju her way then Rio: Oh, babe, now I know what you mean Rio: Fuming Buster: Same Buster: Like what can I actually do? Rio: Fuck her Rio: like, don't, ew Rio: but Rio: she's seriously not worth the aggro, avoid at all costs 'cos I weren't joking that she gives me those Ryan vibes Rio: you don't need that Rio: it's hard when she's winding you up like that but try not to engage unless you have to now Buster: Right pair me and you are Buster: How do we attract these types? Buster: Fucking hell Rio: Who don't we attract Rio: so irresistible, right? Buster: True Buster: I miss you Rio: I miss you too Rio: not for long, like Rio: just sorting shit here Buster: How long can you stay? Rio: I dunno, baby Rio: As long as I can, that's for sure Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Rio: She don't know shit, yeah, remember that Buster: I just wish she knew some shit Buster: It'd make things easier Rio: Who said that Rio: Can't argue with idiots, get you down to their level and win by experience, yeah? Rio: the lawyer in you gotta stay out of it babe Buster: Okay, you're right Buster: Just this once, obviously Rio: 😏 Rio: Won't even gloat Rio: 'cos I want you to feel like a winner too Buster: 👑 always Buster: Pormise Rio: Good Buster: What's Nance doing for Halloween, do you know? Rio: I've not heard yet Rio: Some cute nerdy goodness with June, no doubt Rio: I'll put the feelers out Buster: Like, can I be that selfish? You can't be in two places at once Rio: I'm sure I ain't all her plans hinge on Buster: Not with that attitude, babe Rio: 😂 Rio: Who's bday is it again, Nance? Rio: Do you want me to stay here? Buster: Don't be an idiot Buster: I just Buster: Feel like more of a cunt than usual today, that's all Rio: Don't let her do you like that Rio: She seriously doesn't know you Rio: and she can't chat about doing Nance wrong Rio: trust me, I know who she actually hates, and it ain't you babe, promise Buster: Nance still ain't gonna forgive me though Rio: She will Rio: it'll take a lot Rio: and time, lots of probably too but Rio: even if you were a total cunt Rio: she ain't, yeah? Buster: Such a know-it-all Buster: Christ Rio: Don't act like you don't love it Rio: 😏 Buster: I can't Buster: I can imagine how buzzing you are right now at being so smart Buster: so cute Rio: 😋 Rio: Fun being a nerd, I see why you rep so hard Buster: You wish, babe Buster: If that's what you're after you're gonna have to trade me in when we go check out Harvard Rio: That's the plan isn't it Rio: if I don't hook me a prof for the daddy vibes Imma get me a future billionaire Buster: Well, my plan was to see how far around Campus we could get before I got you too turned on to resist me Buster: Standard Rio: Well that sounds like more fun Rio: you've got to focus though, so serious Buster: I'll focus on you Buster: that sounds more fun to me Rio: 😒 boy Rio: catch me packing nothing but turtlenecks and floor-length skirts Buster: 😂 Buster: Catch me planning the trip for summer then Rio: You're mean Rio: play fair Buster: I could say the same to you Buster: Denying a whole university campus that body Buster: So selfish, babe Rio: Right? Aren't you proud of me, daddy? Buster: You're learning Buster: Very appropriate considering where we're going, like Rio: Not got the cap and gown but Rio: you're a pretty good teacher, babe Buster: You can borrow mine Buster: I reckon you'll look pretty good in it Rio: Reckon I can borrow something of yours forreal Rio: not a label whore just miss you Buster: 'Course baby Buster: Whatever you want Rio: better stick to a plan tee, like Rio: could be anyone's Rio: long as it smells like my baby Buster: So smart Buster: And cute Rio: 😻 Rio: I just like the idea of having you wrapped around my body even when you're not Buster: Well now that's all I can think about Rio: Good Rio: You wanted distraction, right? Buster: Now all I want is you Rio: I'm going to be there so soon Rio: Should I get a hotel or am I making up an excuse for being in LDN again? Buster: I'll book you a room Buster: You deserve it for being so nice to me Rio: Buster Buster: Yeah, babe? Rio: If you ain't gonna let me give you at least half, make sure it's cheap and cheerful yeah Buster: Not gonna happen Rio: It's not worth fighting you on this, is it? Buster: I mean, you can, and I'd enjoy it but I promise you'll enjoy the hotel more Rio: You're bad Buster: You love it Rio: All I know I love is that I can do whatever I want to you and not be disturbed Buster: You're not the only one with good ideas, babe Rio: I know Rio: tell me more about that blindfold and ball gag, like Buster: Thinking I need some silk scarves added to that list Rio: Yeah? Buster: I know you're gonna be here soon but I'm already thinking that I don't want you to leave Buster: It's one solution, like Rio: 🤤 Rio: Won't be complaining Rio: I don't wanna leave Buster: If you think that now, wait until you check in Buster: [sends fancy af hotel deets] Rio: Okay know I'm still mad but you spoil me so well Buster: Don't be mad I just want you close to me Buster: I can walk there if I need to Rio: I'm not Rio: I like it when you look after me but shh Rio: reputation already there without proving it Buster: I haven't even started to take care of you yet Rio: I'm meant to be looking after you Buster: I only asked you to distract me and you are Buster: I'm so fucking distracted right now Rio: My specialty Buster: Is everything you're packing a surprise or do I get to hear about what you're gonna wear for me 'cause that's part of your specialty Rio: I guess you gave me some spoilers to prepare me Rio: Only fair Buster: If you wanna play fair, yeah Rio: Decisions decisions Rio: Oh, I have some cute pjs Rio: wanna see? Buster: You know I do Rio: [Snap] Rio: Adorable, yeah? Buster: Babe Buster: Adorable ain't the word Rio: Give me the words Buster: I'll try, seeing as it's so unfair that you couldn't hear the sound I made when I opened that Buster: Fuck Buster: How do you keep doing this to me? Rio: Seriously unfair Rio: Your noises are my favourite thing Rio: Just doing what you asked me to do, babe Buster: You'll just have to get me to make them again Buster: Or others Rio: I want to so bad Rio: I want YOU so bad Buster: How bad? Buster: Show me Rio: I'm so wet it's embarrassing baby Rio: you should see my knickers then you'd know just how much I need you Buster: Embarrassing isn't the word, babe Rio: I've got no shame Rio: I'm your dirty slut, and I want you to know it Buster: Good Buster: You're perfect, I need you to know that Rio: Shh Buster: I'm trying to be quiet but you keep getting me to make all those noises you like so Rio: You better be recording yourself Rio: Or I'm gonna need you on the phone right now, like Buster: [Sends video] Buster: I know what you like, don't worry Rio: Yes, you really fucking do Rio: Fuck me Buster: I want to so badly Rio: I'm coming in the AM Rio: Flight booked, shit sorted Buster: I'll get you early check in so we can go straight there Rio: Good Rio: No better way to spend a Sunday Buster: It's gonna be the best, baby Rio: Yeah it is Rio: If you decide to go to School the next day though, I don't mind Rio: I can find plenty to do Buster: I'll mind Buster: Do me Rio: 😂 Rio: Just trying to make you behave Buster: That isn't what you really want Rio: No, but I only want to get you into fun trouble Buster: My attendance ain't nothing for you to worry about Buster: I'm a nerd, remember Buster: I'm not usually missing that many days Rio: Okay, cutie Rio: Stay with me then Buster: You ain't getting rid of me easy Rio: Not even gotta tie you up, yeah? Buster: I won't be mad if you want to but Rio: Hmm Rio: Might be fun to play look but don't touch with you Buster: Aren't we already playing that right now? Rio: Too true Rio: Didn't say it'd last long before I needed your hands all over me Buster: I know Buster: I need my mouth on you too so again, not mad about it Rio: Well, you can do that with you hands behind your back Rio: I believe in you, babe Buster: Yeah Rio: Indie is roasting me 😖 Buster: Dare I ask Rio: Thinks it's jokes how whipped I am Rio: no point trying to fool her these days Buster: As long as you don't tell her I am Rio: This is where the heroics stop then, yeah? Rio: Charming 🙄 Buster: If you need a hero tell her she's gotta shut and go so you can fuck yourself for me 'cause I need to cum for you Rio: BABY Rio: You can't just say things like that 😩 Buster: I just did Rio: The sound I just made was unholy and is so not helping my case Rio: Are you close? Buster: I'm gonna need you to make that sound for me right now Buster: Please Rio: Buster you're so fucking hot do you have any idea Rio: No one has ever turned me on as much as you, or as hard as you do Buster: I feel it too Buster: Like I said, you're perfect Rio: Maybe this is why we weren't meant to do this Rio: can't stop Buster: I don't care Buster: I don't wanna stop Rio: Me either Buster: I love you so much Rio: I love you too Rio: One day, we can let people know Rio: can't we Buster: Of course we can, babe Rio: It's not just that sneaking around is hard Rio: I want to too, you know Buster: I know Buster: Me too Buster: Even telling Chlo about you, sort of, was kinda nice in a way Rio: Yeah? Bet she was gutted Rio: Should be, bitch 🖕 Rio: Mine Buster: She just thinks I'm lying Buster: Give a shit Rio: Can see why but yeah, not gonna rush it just to wipe the smug off her face Rio: though it will be a nice bonus Buster: 😏 Buster: One day I'll be able to claim you properly, but for now I'll just have to settle with continuing to leave marks that only you can see Buster: As far as consolation prizes go, it could be worse Rio: I like 'em Rio: I'll put pictures up Rio: Gonna know I'm not just letting anyone do that, even if they don't know it's you, yet Buster: I know you do Buster: It's killing me to think about how much you like it Buster: And what seeing those pics is gonna do to me Rio: Hopefully wanna mark me some more Rio: Otherwise I've really fucked the shot Buster: That's what I always want Rio: Good Rio: I like your bruises 'cos I can see and feel how much you want me Buster: Good Buster: I've never wanted anyone as much as you Rio: Me either Rio: even before I'd ever had you Buster: I know Buster: And I can't act like it wasn't exactly the same for me Rio: Even the bad kiss was good, somehow Buster: 'Cause you loved me Buster: I could get away with anything back then Rio: Oh hush 😂 Buster: You so did though Buster: Take that mum and dad with your childhood love story, like Rio: 😩😬😶 Rio: How embarrassing, lil bitch Rio: you were cute Buster: You were beautiful and you ain't outgrown it Rio: Awh, bringing all the old feelings back here 😜 Buster: You're gonna have to wait until tomorrow for a kiss but at least this one actually will be worth the wait Rio: Looking forward to it, babe Buster: Bit rude if you ain't Rio: 😂 Rio: Bit weird too Rio: in it for the hotel room or? i'm not that desperate Buster: Glad to hear it Buster: Like I've gone whole nights without kissing girls on the mouth but I'm not trying to remember that right now Rio: How do you even... Rio: Never mind Rio: not remembering, I've got you Buster: I can show you if you're that curious Buster: But it's not rocket science Rio: I don't wanna Buster: Baby Rio: It'd make me sad Buster: I told you before, you don't have to worry about me Buster: Same goes for being sad Rio: I know, I know Rio: but I still do Buster: 'Cause you're perfect Buster: How many times am I gonna have to say this Rio: Erm, I ain't making you 😂 Buster: Yeah you are Rio: Babe Buster: Babe? Rio: You're a nerd Rio: and I love you Buster: Yeah, yeah Rio: 😠 Buster: What's that face for? Rio: You didn't say it back 😥 Buster: Well, you ain't a nerd really Buster: But of course I love you Rio: Ha ha Rio: 👀 you boy Buster: Good Buster: I love the way you look at me too so Rio: Who doesn't love 😻 Buster: Normally me but you make it work somehow Rio: 'Cos I'm actually seeing you Rio: not just your abs, though appreciating that too, of course Buster: Shhh Buster: You gotta keep my secrets, babe Rio: Yeah, that was way too close to sincerity Rio: Shut me up, babe Buster: I can't Buster: I need to hear every sound from you Rio: Well Indie's packed and gone so Rio: Call me Buster: Thank Christ Buster: I thought you'd never ask Rio: I know, poor baby Rio: Practically torture Buster: I'm not trying to cum when all you've done is breathe into the phone Buster: Who am I? Rio: Who am I breathing down the phone Rio: old school pervert in the phonebox, like Buster: 😂 Rio: not the sexy vibe i'm going for, babe Rio: can ask you what colour your undies are if that'll get you going Buster: Hurry up and show me your actual vibe then is all I'm saying Buster: Killing me here Rio: I know, soz, spend too much time with that one now I think I got jokes too 😏 Buster: We both know you've got jokes, babe Buster: But there's a time and place, like Rio: That's me told Rio: Gonna be good now, promise 😇 Buster: Not too good though, yeah? Rio: Duh, I already told you, slut for you always Buster: Good

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Downtown Song Lyrics – Macklemore And Ryan Lewis Featuring Eric Nally Melle Mel Kool Moe Dee And Grandmaster Caz

Downtown Song Lyrics

Downtown Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist Macklemore And Ryan Lewis Featuring Eric Nally Melle Mel Kool Moe Dee And Grandmaster Caz from Album.

This song is sung by singer ” Macklemore And Ryan Lewis Featuring Eric Nally Melle Mel Kool Moe Dee And Grandmaster Caz ” in Year 2015.

Lyrics of Downtown :

i went to the moped store said fuck it salesmans like what up whats your budget and im like honestly i dont know nothing about mopeds he said i got the one for you follow me ooh its too real chromed out mirror i dont need a windshield banana seat a canopy on two wheels eight hundred cash thats a hell of a dealim headed downtown cruising through the alley tiptoeing in the street like dally pulled up moped to the valley whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise dope my crew is ill and all we need is two good wheels got gas in the tank cash in the bank and a bad little mama with her ass in my face imma lick that stick that break her off kitkat snuck her in backstage you dont need a wristband dopekilling the game bout to catch a body passed the harley dukie on the ducati timbaland khaled scott storch birdman god damn man everybody got bugattis but ima keep it hella nineteen eighty seven head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a kawasaki im stunting on everybody hella raw pass the wasabi im so low that my scrotums almost dragging up on the concrete my seat is leather alright im lying its pleather but girl we could still ride together you dont need a uber you dont need a cab fuck a bus pass you got a moped man she got nineteen eighty eight mariah carey hair very rare mom jeans on her derriere throwing up the west side as we tear in the air stop by pike place throwing fish to a playerdowntown downtown downtown downtown downtown downtown she has her arms around your waist with a balance that will keep her safe downtown have you ever felt the warm embrace downtown of the leather seat between your legs heyeyeyey heyeyeyey heyeyeyey heyeyeyey downtown you dont want no beef boy know i run the streets boy better follow me towards downtown what you see is what you get girl dont ever forget girl aint seen nothing yet until youre downtowndope cut the bullshit get off my mullet stone washed so raw moped like a bullet you cant catch me a popo cant reprimand me im in a bboy stance im not dancing i got your girl on the back going tandem cause im too damn quick im too damn slick whole downtown yelling out who that isits me the m the ac the k sounding like a french pimp from back in the day i take her to pend oreille and i watch her skate i mean water ski ollie ollie oxen free im perusing down fourth and they watching me i do a handstand the eagle lands on my seat well hello but baby the kickstand aint free now do you or do you not wanna ride with me i got one girl i got two wheels she a big girl that aint a big deal i like a big girl i like em sassy going down the backstreet listening to blackstreet running around the whole town neighbors yelling at me like you need to slow down going thirtyeight dan chill the fuck out mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down if i only had one helmet i would give it to you give it to you cruising down broadway girl what a wonderful view wonderful view theres layers to this shit player tiramisu tiramisu let my coattail drag but i aint tearing my suit tearing my suitdowntown downtown downtown downtown downtown she has her arms around your waist with a balance that will keep her safe have you ever felt the warm embrace of the leather seat between your legs downtown you dont want no beef boy know i run the streets boy better follow me towards downtown what you see is what you get girl dont ever forget girl aint seen nothing yet until youre downtownyou dont want no beef boy know i run the streets boy better follow me towards downtown what you see is what you get girl dont ever forget girl aint seen nothing yet until youre downtown

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