#samy!tan

[oplishin]

loved this moment after their match where chad first seems to push away sami's hug, then raises his hand in an attempt at good sportsmanship, then immediately drops it because he's so emotionally overwhelmed by his loss. he does a great job conveying his internal conflict before the heel turn.

[sunny-lounge]

A spot. A mark.

Relationship: Sami/Jey (SamiJey)

Rating: Teens and up — ramblings, thoughts and feelings, lips on skin but not actual kissing, light swearing..

Summary: Sami should be paying attention, but he's distracted by 'A spot. A mark.' on Jey's neck. - set sometime when Sami is still the 'honorary uce' and he's finally found "friendship" with Jey.

Word count: 5,458

Ao3 link / part 2 here. / *Other Fics*

A/N: This is a silly long one-shot. But, if anyone's interested in an explicit chapter 2 — let me know! I might end up writing it. I hope that you enjoy this! 🌸🌺

[— AGAIN: I'm not a "writer" SO... Comments/Feedback would really really be appreciated (comments sec; tags; or asks- anon or not), to really just actually, and quite genuinely gauge how good or BAD this is. So I know for myself 😁. And obviously I'd really love to know if you enjoyed it! - comments are so wonderful and so motivating as well! Thank you again for reading! 🩷]

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A/N 2: Disclaimer: I think I peaked with my first Fic - Us. — part 1 here and part 2 here. It's all downhill from here...😂

But, someone very dear told me not to worry and just enjoy writing, to enjoy the experience and just have fun with it. So that's what I'm doing. 🥰

Tagging: @afterdarkprincess thank you 🩷: @imabillyami

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Right there. Right. there.

Sami's eyes keep darting, back and forth, from the purplish mark on Jey's neck, back to his face. And back again, over and over, like a yo-yo, till he makes himself dizzy, so...he stops.

He also stops because he is sure that somebody is going to notice soon. And he doesn't want to deal with that. So, he returns to pretending to scrutinize everything else, but the man in front of him, until he realizes nobody noticing or caring. No one's paying attention to what he's doing right now... Good.. situation under control.

So, he goes back to staring...right back to the smooth, slender slope of Jey's neck, unconsciously licking his lips as his gaze continues scorching over him. Peeking out from under his shirt collar is...

A spot. A mark. A bruise. A hickey. Sami stares. Sami has seen enough of them over the years, enough to recognize one when he sees one, especially one staring at him this close. Some people aren't exactly shy about their extracurricular activities. He'll never understand why they feel the need to show it off, like it's some kind of prize, like they somehow need everyone else to know about it too, he doesn't get it. But, maybe now he does, staring at Jey.

He knows a bruise when he sees one, and this is definitely one he recognizes. This mark, standing out on the firm line of Jey's neck, is a hickey. His hickey.

It turns a shade redder, coming alive taunting Sami, when the Samoan unwittingly sticks his slender yet thick middle finger between his collar and his skin, and... Rubs at it. Slowly. Deliberately. Sami's mouth dries up, all it's moisture syphoned out, like the Sahara desert under the scorching hot sun and he almost chokes, heat in his body rising; as he catches the caramelized tan skin getting redder, freshly, as Jey's finger continues to unrelentingly move along it, until enough is enough and he moves his hand away, patting his shirt down back into place.

"Got 'nythin' to say, Uce?" questions Jey, turning to him eyebrow cocked, knocking him out of his haze, and -everyone- is looking at him, and Sami has to resist the compelling urge to perform a perfect rendition of a 'deer caught in the headlights' routine, or, run and hide. He wonders if hunching his shoulders over and pulling his head down, copper hair curtaining his face, hoping he'll disappear...Will actually make him disappear.

Did he make some sort of noise?.. Did they all hear it?.. He's fairly certain he did not. He's an adult, he has control, he's got a better handle than that on himself.

Right?

Unless... He has a fearful, yet irrationally stupid thought... Did they read his mind? He does sometimes ridiculously think about it, an inordinate amount of times.

You can't really blame him. It's because of the way people react to him, sometimes even when he says nothing at all. And, by the way Jey is peering at him right now - differently from everyone else, with a little spark in his eyes, like he knows - it's making Sami wonder if maybe he is right. If there's anyone in this world that's going be able to read his mind, it most definitely will be Jey. He'll probably just have to take one look at Sami, just for a split second, and he'll know exactly what is going on in his mind. And, of course he'll say something about how Sami thinks soo loudly, that - how could he not help but hear him? That it is Sami's fault, not his.

And, okay, Sami admits, he is thinking pretty loudly right now....Explicitly. Firstly, about how Jey got the hickey. And how Sami can give him another, by popping open the top button of his shirt, pulling down that collar and— Wait, he's been asked a question..How long ago..?

"Um, yes," Sami says, clearing his throat and straightening up, he is going to have to chance this, he glances down at some notes he's scribbled earlier, tracing a couple of squiggles and hoping his brain will jumpstart and provide him with something solid. Something professional sounding. Something impressive. Something to show he is listening. Something to show to he is paying attention.

"How about changing it up, not going with the obvious? Change up the partnership to something completely unexpected. I mean, we all work well together...extremely well. So, why not keep them guessing till the last minute? Do a switch up that they least expect. When they least expect it."

Everyone is staring. Was this not related to what they'd been discussing? Sami's frantically trying to rack his brain again hoping to remember, and come up with something, anything. He really needs to stop fantasizing at work, he is never going to be taken seriously if he keeps this up. "I know it's simple, but don't you think effective?" questions Sami, desperately hoping he's onto something.

At once, Roman and Jey look away, one last look directed at him before beginning to discuss it, extracting and reasoning out the implications of the additional input, and Sami sits back with a breath of relief. Across seated on a chair from him, Jimmy gives him a semi-impressed look, which he returns with a grin, hoping it isn't as shaky as it feels, like he didn't just pull this whole thing out of his ass.

But, Sami doesn't want to rest on his recent laud. Adamant to do better, well he just really wants to impress Jey, he pays careful, and closer attention to Jey's speculations and hypotheticals, his strategies and plans. Sami tries to relate it all back to his own experiences, what he's learnt throughout his career, in all of his own matches and the ones he's seen. He starts teasing it all out, the reasons, his movements, his strategies behind it all, trying to relate it back to what could theoretically work right now, in this situation.

He's trying to add his own knowledge to it, his own understanding, and evidence, to back up his input, to come up with something solid. See, he can do this, he's not completely useless...

Just when he thinks he's finally making progress, and he comes up with something insightful... He's distracted again. And, his attention most certainly does not drift back to the purple mark on Jey's neck, or how it shifts every time he swallows or talks, or unintentionally tilts his head, or how it moves when he takes a long swallowing sip of water, or just moves around in general. He's certainly not distracted. He's really not. Not at all.

"Alright, enough," Roman's rumbling voice booms suddenly, and Sami snaps back to reality, body tensing in trepidation, positive he's been caught and is being chastised. By Roman of all people. But he isn't; Roman is giving Jey a mildly annoyed smile, waving his hand at him as he gets up. "You made your point. I'm too hungry for this. We'll finish this later. But for now, lunch. I gotta eat."

Jey grins back. "You just mad, you din' think of it firs', big Uce. But, a'ight, I could eat some."

The others all get to their feet, Jimmy stretching, and Solo cracking his neck, as Roman strolls towards the exit, the Wiseman trailing along, following close behind. Sami, surprisingly, isn't the last to follow; Jey is lingering behind, poking at his phone as he slowly makes his way around the table.

"Y'all comin'?" Jimmy hollers out from where he's already halfway out the door with Solo. And, a memory of Sami being yelled at by his parents to hurry up and move, so they can finally go get something to eat; rushes at him, making him feel nostalgic. Feeling like he's a kid again. And it reminds him that this is his new found family now. But, he's snapped out of the memory and the sentimental realization, the feeling quickly fading into curiosity as Jey shakes his head absently, directing Sami's attention back to him.

"Give us a sec, Uce," he calls back to Jimmy. "We be there in a minute." And then he looks up from his phone locking eyes with Sami. "We gotta talk, Sami," states Jey, with a slight frown and tilt of his head.

In his periphery, he sees Jimmy and Solo trade a look, it's hard to decipher, but they are brothers and that's all it takes for them to understand each other. 'Called to the principal's office' - is Sami's closest guess. Sami stays where he is as the others leave, the door closing after them with an ominous thud.

Jey beckons him forward, all it takes is just a look and a slight nod; raising an eyebrow as Sami slowly saunters his way towards him, casually approaching him in leisurely strides. Trying to give of an aura of keeping a cool front.

Sami's not sure it's working going by the look Jey is giving him, but he's still trying as he's making his last steps towards Jey. He's determined to see this out.

He stops in front of Jey keeping a respectful distance between them.

"My suggestion was a pretty good idea, right?" says Sami eagerly, bouncing on the balls of his feet, wanting to get ahead of whatever this is as soon as possible, he's trying to distract Jey and remind him that he really isn't as dumb as a bag of rocks. He is smart! He knows things. He's the strategist for goodness sake! Sami does not sit around gawking like a teenager with a crush.

Well, not all the time. Just... just sometimes.. just when Jey's around... Alright, so sue him.

"Is a good one, Uce, I'll give you that," remarks Jey, with a slight smirk, not commenting on Sami's growing smile at the thinly veiled compliment and adds on, "You been observin', 'n you observin'... i'z proll'y useful for us."

This is as close to a 'good job, you're actually quite helpful' as the Honorary Uce is likely to get, so Sami doesn't think he wants to push his luck. Or...worse, do his happy dance, which he really wants to and probably will do the moment he is alone.

He knows it's pathetic, he knows he's pathetic reacting to this the way he is, feeling giddy from just a few nice-ish words, from Jey —there's happiness bubbling up in him at Jey's approval, just because of this little exchange between them...Pathetic. But he can't help it. He's completely gone for Jey, head over heels, smitten.

"I din' ask you to stay to be nice, Sami," retorts Jey, Sami's smile freezing in place and slowly slipping. Jey leans back against the table behind him, waiting, for what Sami has no clue, tapping his long thick calloused fingers against it's edge. It's distracting. He gives Sami a searching look. "Why you keep starin', Uce?"

It takes great effort, but Sami does not permit his eyes to drop from Jey's face to his neck. Not that he can see the hickey from this angle, but still. He knows it's there. "Me? Staring?" asks Sami, eyes widening comically, innocently round. He knows he's not fooling anyone, but he can try right?

Jey is not fooled.

He does roll his eyes, not bothering to even try concealing it, slowly amusedly blinking as he's staring at Sami, the beginning of a little smirk starting to grace his features.

"That," says Jey, pointing. "What you just do there. You stoppin' yo'self, you be hiddin' somethin'. What? What's it be, Uce?" asks Jey, eyes narrowing leaning forward towards Sami, like that's going to intimidate him into answering.

He then holds out his hand, palm up. "Gimme your phone."

"What?" asks Sami, eyebrows rising in surprise. 'Wait, Jey really has no idea? Oh shit," he thinks, making the realization that Jey might genuinely have no knowledge about the hickey on his neck.

Jey impatiently snaps his fingers at Sami, waving his hand in a 'give it to me' gesture. "Gimme your phone, Sami," he repeats, voice low and waiting.

Sami fumbles it out of his pocket and unlocking it hands it over to Jey, fear, anticipation and amusement growing in equal measure. Does he want to see Jey freak out or does he want to see him smug? It's impossible to decide as Jey fiddles away, finally holding the phone out with one hand and to the side scanning his face and neck, the camera app obviously set to face him. Sami doesn't know why Jey couldn't have used his own phone, it's sitting right next to his hip, right there on the table.

But, he does know. Jey is messing with him. Riling him up.

He's holding Sami's phone with one hand, finding just the right distance away from him, to be able to see clearly.

Starting on his left side, of course; probably to deliberately screw with Sami. Because, there is no way Jey could have gotten up this morning, brushed his teeth, washed his face, styled his hair, dressed, and not looked into a mirror the whole time, not once. Not noticing.

He's making his way slowly over to his right, and Sami swallows in expectancy when Jey pauses, tilting his head back, just a fraction getting a better angle.

Gosh, yes. Right there.

"You kiddin' me, Uce?" hisses Jey, shooting him his classic 'dry n' dirty' look. Snapping Sami's attention right back onto his face.

Is there some annoyance in there? Amusement maybe? Sami can't tell, he's distracted, again unsurprisingly, an ostensibly reoccurring theme when it comes to Jey. He's entirely too enthralling, captivating, and Sami will admit he is wholly enslaved by him. He doesn’t think he can ever escape, even if he tried. Not that he wants to.

Jey is looking into his phone, Sami's phone, angling it towards himself, phone and body positioned like some sort of professional camboy, alluring and seducing his viewers drawing them in, hypnotizing them...into never wanting to leave. He's tugging at the collar of his shirt with his free hand, pulling it down low, with those fingers of his. Carefully appraising his hickey.

Sami's shuffling on his feet, fidgeting, rolling his shoulders back, and letting out some of the tension building up in him. This is...hot. It should not be, but it is, and it only gets hotter when Jey is tugging at his collar, loosening it from where it's sticking to his body; seamlessly gliding his thick fingers around it's edge and down the front, in one motion undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and pulling his collar even further away from him.

Sami isn't sure he's even blinking anymore, he knows he's not moving, and he's not entirely sure he's breathing either; anticipation building, afraid he'll miss even a split second of this captivating display in front of him. Jey's flaunting, his seducing movements being laid bare for Sami to see, just for him, and only him. He's putting on a show, whether he knows it or not, and Sami is thirsting for it; his spellbound audience. Honestly Sami is about 60% sure Jey is oblivious to the effect he's having on Sami right now, and 40% sure he knows exactly what he's doing. Jey is too focused on his own neck; but his draw and pull at Sami is reeling him in; hook, line, and sinker. Sami is defenseless.

Jey's collar now more open is showing off the lengthy expanse of his neck, unveiling the bony slide of his collarbone fleeing modestly underneath the cloth resting on his shoulders, but still more of his delicious caramelized skin on display - a stark contrast to Sami's; the tips of his vibrant tattoos beautifully contrasting against his dark skin are playing hide and seek, disappearing down below tempting Sami from beneath; showing him just enough to be teasing him — It works. Sami wants to see more. He wants to taste more.

Sami's shifting his weight, using it as an excuse to shuffle a little closer and to the side, to get a better look. He knows it's probably not a good idea. But, he also needs to try and physically shake off some of this heavy arousal, its hunger that's been steadily building up and settling dangerously low in him. Anymore and any lower, his reaction is going to become undeniably physical. He's barely containing himself right now.

'Cool it, Sami,' he thinks to himself, making a concerted effort to shake himself out of it. It's simmering so close to the surface of his skin. Rearing to come out.

It isn't like it's the first time he's seeing it; the tattoos; the hickey...everything. But, he can never get enough, enough of this man. No matter, how many times he sees it. No matter, how many times he traces it, or how many times he memorizes it— With his eyes, with his fingers...with his lips, and with his tongue...

No matter, how many times..he looks at it; feels it; and tastes it..

The mark isn't small either; it's a lot bigger than he realizes. And intensely darker. It's a dark royal purple, fanning out bewitchingly, gorgeously full and rich, and Jey's poking and prodding; rubbing and feeling; using his fingers, mapping it out so reverently.

Sami feels a fresh rush of arousal slamming right through him, hitting him with a force once again. He's unconsciously licking his lips, wanting to do something, needing to do something, silently hoping he doesn't look like he's standing there looking desperately wanting, like a dog in heat. When; the magic is broken as Jey pauses giving him a dark look.

"This all yo' fault, Sami," he practically growls, accusingly, but...he doesn't look entirely displeased.

His eyes are narrowed, forehead drawn in, cute unhappy little wrinkles resting there, but there's an underlying softness to it, something gently unyielding. It's something Sami will never get used to seeing, having it directed at him, it's a rare look on Jey one he hardly ever lets anyone see, let alone willing shares with anyone. But, Sami sees it, because he's allowed to.

There's more to the look on Jey's face than just the surface.

Like flipping a coin. There's more underneath that's unseen, something more on the other side, not exclusively different but just waiting to be discovered. You just got to know, to look. And Sami knows, so he looks.

He's not surprised, he's come to learn that Jey feels, and he feels a lot, he's surprisingly giving with his emotions, selectively so. But when he gives, it's like a warm waterfall rushing over every part of you, it's intense and powerful, and there's no escaping it.

Jey's watching him, searing Sami with those big brown eyes of his, and Sami can feel the heat burning his skin.

Jey's pupils are blown wide, eyes darkening, storming and cloudy like a monsoon... but there's a ray of light piercing them, it's a mix of want, of lust, and of desire, and they're swirling dancing together in a perfect blend. And it's enough for Sami to spy, feeling it right to his soul, feeling its hold on him. And, it hits him like a hard punch to the chest, leaving him aching and breathless all over again.

These feelings Jey evoke in him aren't new, but it hits him just as hard every single time, exactly like as if it were the very first time.

And, this look Jey is directing at him, is the same look he's reflecting right back, only heavier, weightier, as he focuses his own gaze on Jey. Trying to convey to him just how much he's feeling himself. He's never getting over the fact that Jey started looking at him this way in the first place, continues to, and hasn't stopped, and he can only imagine the look on his own face right now.

Jey breaks eye contact, always trying to hide when it gets too much for him, too intense, as if embarrassed; or maybe it's just something he's not used to, allowing himself to be this open and vulnerable, receiving such unadulterated attention and affection; and showing the world, how he really feels. But, he does for Sami, and it makes Sami grateful, his heart full and aching in the best way -having the same affect on him always- his pulse thrumming, his chest tightening, and his breath stalling. He feels it all, every part, it's visceral.

He watches Jey again and takes in the look on his face, he can only describe it as floaty...and mesmerized, flittering across his face seemingly unaware of it as he's now slowly...purposefully... trailing a single finger, extending it unnecessarily slowly down the lengthy column of his neck, stroking it teasingly, and moving carefully, intentionally, over the mark on his neck, his mark. Still, inspecting it, intensely observing it through his phone.

At this point, Sami realizes that Jey knows exactly what he's doing, what he's doing to Sami — he's doing it on purpose...the sly little minx.

And oh boy, does that dooo things for Sami. His whole body shuddering at the realization, along with the look on Jey's face, and the way his finger is moving over his skin..., it's all too much and entirely not enough, a wave of primal want is beating right through him, the urge to surge forward and devour the man in front of him is fighting strongly against his resolution to stay put right where he is, as he wills himself to remain still. He's suddenly also very aware of the soon to be noticeable reaction in his pants, beginning to stir. 'Well, shit,'' thinks Sami.

He almost thinks he hears an echo..

"Well, shit, I'm fuckin' a teenager," mutters Jey, sounding positively disgruntled and put-out.

But, he's fast loosing the battle to look completely put-out and displeased, his lips betraying him twitching upwards and almost reluctantly curling at the corners, the spark in his eyes from earlier back full force.

"Hey!" protests Sami, indignantly, a little insulted, but actually not, cause he is acting like a fucking teenager around Jey.

Stepping forward, tugging his phone from Jey's grip and pocketing it, his other hand sliding hooking around the side of the Samoan, down low by his waist. "It's not my fault you're so—"

Don't say delicious, you always say that, you stupid," growls Jey, wriggling backwards, settling himself more comfortably on the table, thick thighs splaying open on either side, invitingly. His words saying one thing, his body saying something entirely different.

"I can't believe you, Sami. I can't believe ain't nobody say nothin'," complains Jey, trying to purse his lips in a firm line, annoyed, but all Sami is seeing is a poorly concealed pout. It's adorable.

Pout on his face Jey leans back on the table, lazily stretching out placing both hands behind him, he's leaning back lengthening out his torso slanting backwards fully displaying himself, like a peacock to his mate. Sami's hand that's found it's home on his waist following along, moving his own body in sync with Jey, forward as Jey moves back like two partners dancing as one.

"Maybe they missed it," whispers Sami, and he's not sure why he's whispering, but for whatever reason it feels right in that moment, so he does.

Perhaps, it's their sudden proximity, the closeness, the shared intimacy. And it's making him feel like it's just the two of them in existence right now, whispering like this makes it feel real, like they're even closer, that it's only them that exist. No one but Jey can hear his voice, they're the only ones sharing this.

His voice is a little scratchy, his throat is dry again, and he's finding it hard to do anything but answer to the pull that Jey has over him.

Unconsciously he's answering Jey's invitation, moving even further into his space. Unable to help himself, trying to reach more, wanting to touch more, wanting to feel all of him, having his hands roam all over. Sometimes Sami feels overwhelmed by Jey, wanting to just sink into him, to be absorbed by him and loosing himself completely, wanting to be fully immersed surrounded by him.

Sami's now gripping his hips with both hands in a secure hold, pulling him closer, Jey slides, without any resistance a little more towards him. Curling his long arms snuggly around Jey's firm waist embracing him fully, he feels different to anybody he's ever held, firmer thicker - pleasing, perhaps more so than anyone else if he were being honest. Definitely more.. Everything about Jey is perfect to Sami, a living Adonis, and who can blame him for thinking that as Jey rests warmly and willingly in his arms. Sami's never going to believe that this is his reality. Or, that he's ever going to be satisfied with anyone else. He's been completely ruined.

He settles in between Jey's thighs fitting himself in like a perfectly completed puzzle, flawless, it's no surprise to Sami though, just like everything else he knows, it just confirms that they're meant to be.

Now they remain shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, hip to hip; thigh to thigh and pressing close, there's barely a breath between them. And, moving one hand in front, Sami's nimble fingers make quick work undoing another button on Jey's shirt. Softly continuing his path trailing north, tenderly touching his pale fingers along Jey's neck as he moves, sending shivers down Jey's spine, finally settling softly into his rich black curls, scratching gently with his nails working his way up, and back again, repeating the motion.

Jey's eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Sami's fingers running through his hair, letting out a rumbling purr deep and satisfying, the vibrations rippling against Sami's own chest, and he plasters himself closer wanting to feel every bit of it.

Sami's hand feels the slightest pressure as Jey leans back into it, silently asking for more, and inadvertently further baring his throat to Sami, clutching at him chest to chest, wanting to feel more of his touch.

Sami can't take his eyes off him. He's swallowing thickly, wanting to trail his tongue wetly along that delicious throat of his that's being offered to him, naked in front of him, waiting to be tasted. Sami, wanting to taste it, but he doesn't, he waits.

Wanting to undo another button, instead placing his hand back on Jey's waist, because there are no more buttons to undo and he mourns at what could've been, but Sami earlier undoing that last button is still enough to reveal a little more, a greater peek of his body, it's only a little more but he supposes is better than nothing.

"Or, maybe they're impressed," says Sami, both hands now settled warm on Jey's waist, finally finishing his sentence after what seems like eternity. Jey doesn't even remember what it is about anymore, but still wants to say something, the incessant need to shut Sami up hijacking him like always, the one that's been there ever since the very first time Sami opened his mouth to speak in his presence.

"There ain't nothin' impressive 'bout—Uhhh!...ahhSamiii..!! Mmmm....," mewls Jey, unable to stop himself, his whole body seizing up to the unexpectedly warm mouth currently open, wet and sucking lightly on his skin, teasingly. He's arching up, hands fisting hard into Sami's shirt, strong thighs clamping together squeezing themselves tighteningly in response, they're wrapped almost painfully around Sami's own upper thighs.

It should be embarrassing but it feels so good that he doesn't care, as his hands finding a firm hold on Sami's shoulders, fingers digging in before sliding it around the back of his neck, feeling his way up into his hair, gripping firmly and pushing Sami's face even closer against his skin, wanting him to suck harder brazenly offering more of his neck to Sami, unashamedly, who in turn is now hungrily taken to stroking his tongue across eagerly lapping at Jey's bruise tasting it as if savoring and relishing it's unique flavor melting onto his tongue, like a kitten desperate for milk.

Jey can't get enough he's pushing closer, pulling firmer, his thoughts in overdrive running wild wanting that thick warm muscle to be in other places soon.

"We gotta stop," gasps Jey, panting heavily, but not loosening his grip on Sami in the slightest, "We gotta eat lun..."

"Are you seriously saying that to me right now?" replies Sami, pausing only for a second then going back to gently nipping at the corner of Jey's jaw, just enough so he can feel the sharp scrape of Sami's teeth but light enough to to be playful, and Jey lets out a shudderingly pleased sigh, tugging at Sami's hair ever so slightly in response.

"I'm starting to think you've got some kind of biting kink, Jey," teases Sami, grinning, curling his tongue out running just the tip of it on Jey just cause he can, and being unable to resist tasting him again dutifully nipping and nibbling, running his lips just under his jawline.

"I ain't..anhhh..uhhh..I ain't got nothin' to...unhhh...say to that, Ucee..," slurs Jey, unable to do anything but, long lashes fluttering in pleasure fighting to keep them open. He's trying to speak with conviction, but he's barely choking out the words, slurring, drunk on Sami's attention.

Sami fueled with hunger continues tracing a path along Jey's skin, peppering him with little imprints of his lips across the surface of his throat, as much as he tries, Sami cannot keep his lips of Jey, as he's making his way to the unmarked skin on the left side of Jey's neck.

Taking his time, Sami takes a deep breath in, inhaling him, slowly running his nose steadily along Jey's warm skin, just breathing smelling and taking him in, running his tongue meticulously across his flesh, sampling tasting and savoring him. His senses are filled with a delicious mix a little soapy and a little spicy, a little salty and a whole lot fresh, and so completely Jey underneath it all.

"If anyone be kinky, i'z you, Uc—," gasps Jey, still wanting to prove a point. Meaningless as it is.

And Sami takes pity on him letting him have this win. "Guilty as charged," admits Sami, feeling no real shame or remorse, and he's leaning into Jey again, slurping on the taut line of his neck unable to get enough, making the Samoan squeeze him even closer, extending his neck even more, moaning and writhing in pleasure.

"But it was you who made me this way, you made me this 'kinky'," growls Sami lowly, his lips brushing against the smooth of Jey's neck as he speaks, hot breath dancing across his wet skin. Making Jey shudder, and Sami's giving him a couple more decisive and deliberate licks. Just to prove his point.

Jey is now wet, completely coated in Sami's saliva, it's gross but he's so turned on by it that he's shaking with want.

"Fuckkk," grates out Jey, shaky hands embedding themselves tighter in Sami's hair giving it another tug, feeling almost hypersensitivity a mouth-watering prickling rippling across his skin in reaction to Sami's unrelenting mouth, lavishing him.

Good thing Sami enjoys the pressure to his scalp, it happens often enough, it's the slightest pleasurable pain always sending a little shiver up his spine, just like right now; and maybe part of Jey knows it as he feels it, he's always messing with Sami's hair, always tangling his fingers in it unable to help it, his hands fully burying itself holding on tight, almost using it as his anchor to ground himself when the sensations start to overtake him, and when Sami starts to overwhelm him.

"If you gonna mark me up again, do it where ain't nobody can see," groans out Jey, breathlessly, he wants this.

He can hide it with the tops he wears, but not if it's too high up on his neck..

Sami pulls back a little, bumping and sliding his nose cutely against Jey's along the way, telling him without words that he appreciates it and he really wants this too, and he'll give Jey everything he wants and more.

Sami grins at him, all teeth, eyes sparkling pulling at Jey's shirt pushing it back more, and snagging his fingers under its collar, quickly dragging it to the side. "Whatever you say Jey," he murmurs, eyes already half-closed as he plants his face onto Jey's naked chest just beneath his collarbone, mouth open and hot against his skin teeth out ready...aiming for another hickey to match the first.

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Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think and if you would like an explicit Part 2! 🩷

[peonycats]

Love your siberian OCs! Have you already made/have considered making Finno-Ugric (Sami, Komi, Karelia, Mordovia) or Samoyedic (Nenets, Enets, Selkup) OCs?

I've drawn Sami here before (I like her design but I think I would probably tweak it a bit next time I draw her 🤔) But I do have Nenets and Komi in the works! Slowly working towards a continuation of my Siberian Squad post with even more minority nation-tans, and this is a sketch page of concepts for Nenets and Komi!

[bayofwolves]

Rereading Fire and Ice

We're back again after a short break! Sorry this one took so long to get out, adult life caught up to me. As you might know, these posts are to discuss interesting tidbits and things I hadn't noticed before. Let's get right to it!

Once again, please mind the tags.

In A Revised History of Erdas, Rollan is native and has his long hair in two braids, so this cover messes with me. I really fuck with the colour scheme, though.

Meilin thinks Maya might be crazy. She also jokes about burning Pia's house down in a later chapter, which is a little unsettling! These are definitely just throwaway lines that aren't meant to be thought about again, but I find myself wishing the authors had purposefully written Maya to be a little bit off. It would add something to her character, at least.

Rollan is confirmed to be a person of colour! Yay! "His brown eyes were warm, his brown skin speckled with dirt from the road, his broad face comfortingly familiar." I wasn't a fan of the ambiguous "tan" description he got before.

It seems Abeke may have been physically abused in her home as well as emotionally. She says that if she had ever talked back to her father like Rollan did to Pia, she would be switch-whipped. Pojalo, mark my words, you will answer for everything you've done to hurt this girl.

Abeke being a Rain Dancer becomes relevant! Everybody cheer! Being near water helps her think clearly and make sense of the situation in Samis. Would have been nice to show her actually making it rain at any point like Rain Dancers are supposed to do, but I'll take this, I guess…

Aidana may have had Rollan when she was a teenager. This doesn't have any real merit, but I think it's very possible. And no matter her age at the time, given her circumstances -- living on the streets, mentally unwell and experiencing frequent blackouts -- I doubt her pregnancy was of her own will. Especially considering how she never mentions anything about Rollan's father, and he never asks.

Rollan doesn't seem to remember Wikerus. (Perhaps he only had traumatic memories of him, and his brain covered these up along with the memories of Aidana's sickness.) He probably would have mentioned to the Greencloaks that his mother was Marked if he'd known.

Zerif must have found and cured Aidana while he was in Concorba seeking Rollan and Essix. I doubt he would have visited that city on two separate occasions. He likely came across her after losing Rollan to Olvan. Another element of tragedy to their story: Aidana was possibly just hours or minutes too late to safely reunite with her son.

Aidana talks about the Devourer helping people, seeking out those afflicted by the bonding sickness and curing them with the Bile. It's unclear if she means Gar or Shane by this, but I'm inclined to believe the latter. In that case, it would have been interesting to see some of this -- Shane finding people the Greencloaks passed over and taking their pain away. He would have genuinely thought he was doing something right, even if he was offering them up to Gerathon in the process.

Pia may have been alive in Feliandor's time, as Rollan notices she doesn't seem surprised to learn of the new war. This is entirely possible, as Suka presumably froze herself and stopped visiting Samis soon after the Fall of the Four in the First Devourer War.

The animal that attacks the group's boat on their way to Arctica isn't fully revealed. I hope it was a creature that doesn't exist on Earth. I imagine a hippocampus or something like it, since the noise made when Tarik strikes it is described as sounding like a wet horse's flank.

Tarik's bond with Lumeo gives him the power to control water. Wish we'd seen more of this.

Abeke has never seen hail before their nights in Arctica.

Conor singing has always been one of the most memorable parts of this book for me. I wish there'd been other instances of him singing folk songs for the group.

So as we've seen with Suka, Great Beasts can devolve into a beast-like state -- presumably if they are comatose for a long period of time. Suka had probably been asleep for hundreds of years, so it makes sense that her mind would be delayed.

Jhi calming Suka reminds me of what Meilin's bond token was intended to do. It would have been a neat callback to what happened here if it had stopped Song's murderous rage.

Halawir's identity as the Betrayer has actually been hinted at in a few books prior to the reveal, this one and Tales of the Great Beasts. Here, it's clear that him asking for Suka's talisman meant he was up to something.

Abeke and Maya's little conversation where they hold hands for comfort and call each other magical is the gayest thing these books have given us since... Suka and Jhi, a few chapters ago. It's a really sweet but also sad moment, Maya revealing that she is traumatized and Abeke not knowing how to help. Definitely one of my favourite parts.

The dream Conor has about the group all wearing strange shoes could have actually had some meaning behind it. The laces on Meilin's dumpling shoes that stretch behind them for miles could symbolize her Bile bond leading the Conquerors to them. Abeke falling through the ice with her fire shoes, but Conor being unable to save her, could foreshadow her being captured by the Conquerors in the next book. As you may recall, Conor was not present and could not do anything when this happened.

I don't believe Shane had any intention of cutting Uraza off Abeke's skin. It's this line for me: "Shane is too much of a diplomat, so Zerif made sure we [Ana and Tahlia] came along and enforced the plan. He was especially hurt by Abeke's betrayal." I'm assuming Shane knew of the plan, and may have been okay with threatening Abeke to get what he wanted (similar to how he used Achi to win his fight against Lishay in The Book of Shane: Vendetta), but wasn't going to actually harm her. He knew he could get the talisman another way. Zerif, on the other hand, wanted Abeke to suffer and so sent two of his minions along. Less plausible is the chance Shane wasn't even in on it to begin with, and Zerif (and his minions) deliberately conspired behind his back. (I'm all for the Conquerors defying Shane's authority, given that ARHoE has Drina stage a coup, so I find this possibility particularly intriguing.)

Kind of wish Abeke had ridden on Great Briggan with Conor in the final battle. Would have made for an iconic scene.

Poor Abeke is concussed during the final battle. I never spotted this growing up because I've never had a concussion and didn't know the signs. I thought she was just tripping, to be honest.

Rollan begins to slip into suicidal ideation after his mom tries to kill him. This book has not been kind to our protagonists, not one bit.

On this quest, the team has done two terrible things: destroyed the Ice Palace, a place built by generations of Ardu, and condemned the entire village of Samis to death. And all for a talisman that slips out of their hands, no less.

My final thoughts on Fire and Ice are mixed. There were some inconsistencies and relapses in character development, and while I can chalk it up to being a product of the many different authors working on this series, it still got on my nerves a little. Let's be real, Conor's animosity towards Shane came out of nowhere and is wildly out of character for him. Rollan shouldn't have been grating on Conor for giving away the Iron Boar when they resolved that conflict back in Blood Ties. It's a little messy. But I liked the rest. They introduced some elements in this one that really grabbed me. I absolutely love Aidana and her relationship with Rollan; she's a good example of how the war is not so black and white. I love how our protagonists firmly believe anything they do is justified because it's for the greater good, choosing to ignore the destruction they leave behind. I love the depth Rollan got, though it unfortunately came at the expense of other characters'. I wish they hadn't waited to develop Maya until we were nearing the end; I really enjoyed her when they gave her a bigger role. The focus this author gave Conor and Abeke has always been a highlight of the series for me; their relationship is so sweet and caring, though I see it as more platonic than anything. And of course, I loved the darker elements that this book had. Not only that, but it left me in emotional pain, which is exactly what I need to consider something a good read.

All in all, another solid addition to the series. This journey hurt our protagonists so much, and it hurt me.

This is part of an ongoing series.

Wild Born | Hunted | Blood Ties | Fire and Ice | Against the Tide | Rise and Fall | The Evertree

Immortal Guardians | Broken Ground | The Return | The Burning Tide

Heart of the Land | The Wildcat's Claw | Stormspeaker | The Dragon's Eye

Tales of the Great Beasts | The Book of Shane | Tales of the Fallen Beasts

[shootingpuckgoss]

Is the person next to him with all the bracelets Sammy? It looks like shat person is wearing a large ring which could be the same one Sammy was wearing.

No

The girl next to jack looked like sami the one HE FOLLOWED. She has plain brown hair, meanwhile another brunette had blonde fronts like the girl also in this pic who posted the story! She also wears lots of bracelets

It’s not Sammy. The girl has an obvious spray tan and when u see hee is much darker. Sammy was at a friends bday last night the girl pops in frame and has brown hair I’ll try to ss

If u take a look that girl had nails done and in this picture beneath Sammy does not and this is a very recent picture.

[moonknightblog]

A Sweet Whiskey (Part 3/3)

Jake Lockley x f!Reader Story (sfw)

Words: 2,735

Inspired by “Too Sweet” by Hozier (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Summary: You spend a night out with Jake Lockley!

It was Tuesday night, a night that you had been excited for, with a slight ofit a worry spread about. You were waiting in your car near the Moonfinder wt bar, it was 7:40 pm, and you were waiting till 8:00 to enter the bar, you came early not only because it is a habit but also to see if you could spot Lockley, last time he came early than you and caught you by surprise. Yet, you wayou only saw someone leaving the bar in a slightly drunken haze. 

It was 8:00 pm when you entered the bar, where you spotted Lockley chatting with the bartender, with a small smile. You approached him slowly, and when you were a few inches away, he quickly turned back and invited you to sit with his head. You sit right next to him, he has a slight cologne smell, it isn’t overpowering, and it is nice.

“You ready?” He said

“Yep!” You reply

He stands up, offering his hand to help you up, he kept holding your hand as he took you to his black taxi cab, and opening the passenger side for you. You thank him. The car has a slight tobacco smell. When Lockley entered the car, you stopped him from starting the car, you had a question for him.

“Before we begin, what do you mean exactly by spending the night with you.” You ask

“Don’t worry, I don’t one-night stands with beautiful women.” He said

“That’s not what I-“ You said

He chuckles softly,

“I know, I just going to show you the nightlife of the town, you just going join me for a few rides and a surprise or two.” He said

“A surprise?” You said

“You’ll just have to see,” he said

“I don’t like surprises.” You said

“I bet, but hey don’t stress about it, they aren’t too big anyways.” He said

“Alright…” You said

Lockley then started to start his car and drive, to pick up his first customer.

The first person he picked up wamiddle-aged-age man with dark brown hair and stubbles around his chin, he smiled when he saw Jake, and gave where he wanted to go to him.

“Lockley, ¿lo has estado haciendo bien? No te he visto en mucho tiempo.” the man said

“Tan bien como puedo, he estado ocupado con with padre arrastrándome a todas partes .” Lockley replied

The man looked at you and spoke,

“¿Esta es tu novia contigo?”

“No, solo un amigo que no tiene experiencia en la vida nocturna, mostrarles los alrededores es todo.” Lockley replied

“Veo, por cierto, he escuchado algunos rumores sobre un cierto grupo que se está volviendo”. The man said

“¿Rumores? ¿Qué has oído?” Lockley asked

“Sabes, Jordon, aparentemente pasaba por un sitio de construcción por la noche mientras caminaba a casa, y vio a esos monstruos cerca de un incendio, cantando alguna mierda extraña o algo así.” The man replied

“Hm, cualquier otra cosa, y qué sitio de construcción...” Lockley asked

“Es el sitio de construcción cerca del bar Wevin, el que está construyendo esos hoteles baratos. Hay una cosa más que también escuché, el propietario de Westpeak ha estado recibiendo muchos pedidos de armas de alta clase, armas que se sabe que el grupo usa.” The man said

“Es bueno saberlo, gracias por la información.” Lockley said

“Anything for you Lockley!” The man replied

You didn’t understand what they were saying, creating a slightly uncomfortable feeling, the only thing you can tell is that this man must be a friend of Lockley by the way they talked. It took about four more minutes till Lockley dropped off the man and then turned to you,

“Sorry, Sami is a good friend of mine, yet he only speaks Spanish, don’t mean make feel uncomfortable of course.”

“Oh no, it’s fine!” You said, slightly surprised that he even noticed

He shortly picks someone else after, it was a black-haired female, who looked like they just attended a punk-rock concert. She smiled at Jake.

“Jake! What have you been up to, haven’t seen you around much!” She said

“Just had some issues with my hermanos, that’s all.” He replied

“Ah~ I see, and who is this?” She said

“This is (y/n), I’m just showing what nightlifelife is like.” He said

“He quite charming huh? Don’t worry about him, he is a good guy.” She said toward you

“June…” He said under his breath

“What you are! I still remember you helping me with my creepy ex!” She said

“Creepy ex?” You ask

“Yeah, a year ago, I was been stalked by my old ex, he finally made a move when I was alone waiting for a cab, he started movtoog to close for comfort, and trying to grab me, that is when Jakey here came in and beat him up, scaring him away from me!” She said

“He saved you,” You said, reminding you of how he also saved you

“Yep, I have been hanging around him ever since, or at least when I need a ride, he is my go-to!” She said

You chat a bit more before Jake drops her off. After Jake drove around two more people, he also seemed close to, he stopped when a soft breeze seemed to pick around the car. Lockley looked annoyed, he let out a sigh, before excusing himself and leaving the car. You could see him out of the front windshield, seemingly talking to someone with a glare in his eyes, it took barely a minute before he turned to the car, and came back.

“Sorry, slight change of plans.” He said

“What happened?” You asked

“My other “job” as you put it, requires my services.” He said

“Your killing job…” You said

“Yes, look I can drive you home, it will be bloody, and I doubt you want to see that.” He said

He was right, but you were determined to stay up the whole night with him.

“It’s fine, I’ll come along.” You said

“You might get hurt.” He said

“I’ll be safe, don’t worry.” You said

“Hm…” He said

Lockley thought for a minute, before starting up his car again and driving.

“Look we are going to a nearby warehouse, where a bunch of cultish freaks are, I am going go on, perform my task and I will be out. I would prefer if you stayed in the car.” He said

“Ok,” You said

“I’ll give you my keys, just in case anything happens alright.” He said

“Be careful, these guys are smart, and cruel.” He said

“Have you fought them before?” You ask

“Once, one my hermanos has more experience with them.” He said

“Your brother? I thought they weren’t involved with your job.” You ask

“Ah- it’s complicated.” He said

“When it comes to your contracted killitg is always seems complicated.” You said

Lockley chuckles,

“Now that’s a better way to describe it.”

It was a twelve minute drive, when you arrive at the warehouse, though it seemed empty, apparently a whole group of people were inside. Lockley handed you his keys, telling you to keep your head down, you saw through the window as he entered the warehouse, he had his “costume” on, it happened in a blink of an eye, either he was a fast dresser or maybe something magical. Which wouldn’t surprise you too much.

It had been far too long, what you expect to be less than ten minutes, had been now thirty minutes. The warehouse was more creepily silent than before, and a bad feeling sat in your gut. You suddenly spotted someone coming towards the car, you hoped it was Lockley, but the closer they came, the more you knew it wasn’t. The person wore a long red cloak that completely covered them. Your heart started to race and felt yourself starting to freeze, you took a deep breath, the smell of Jake’s cologne mixed with tobacco still lingered in the air, bringing you a sense of calm. You quickly opened the car door and bolted, the person in the cloak didn’t seem to care, you suddenly felt stupid for not locking the door, and you were too far away now to lock it.

The thoughts in your mind were all about Lockley being in danger or trouble, he seems powerful but anyone can be caught off-guard. You didn’t know anyone who you could call to help, he doesn’t seem like a man who has good relations with any law enforcement. The only person who could possibly help is you, despite the danger it will bring.

While sneaking back to the warehouse, you saw the same cloaked figure, sitting dead by the trunk, you slowly approached them, to see the trunk had some sort of broken glass that used to hold something. The person's face was red, you took a deep breath before removing the cloak placing it on yourself, and locking the doors of the car.

You step softly into the warehouse, where you see twenty or so other people all dressed in the same red cloak, all gathered around someone. You approach to see them all around, something in a different type of cloak with a black interior. You recognize it as Lockley, he looked around at everyone with a glare. Suddenly, a figure wearing a longer red cloak with a falcon head on his head, came out and started speaking,

“This man is the avatar of Khonshu, the god of the moon,” They said

“Khonshu?” You wondered

“We must rid the world of this avatar and his god, they stand in the way of Ra’s return!

A strong wind started to pick up in the warehouse,

“Ra calls out to us!” They said

“Gilipolleces” Lockley spat out

“He is lying to you all!” Lockley said

“I’m no liar!” They said

“Ra can’t return to you,” Lockley said

“Then why has he chosen me as his avatar and told me to free him.” They said

“You’re being tricked by the God Set,” Lockley said.

“You don’t know what you saying!” They said

“My fellow followers of Ra, do what you must to dispose of this cretin.” They said

“Shitshitshitshit,” You thought, “what the hell are you supposed you to do.”

Multiple followers began coming closer to  Lockley with all sorts of tools, from knives, to screwdrivers, all sharp and pointy. They began stabbing into the white suit causing it to leak a blood red, Lockley started swearing at them. It was a lot to witness, you yelled out

“No!”

All eyes turned to you, you had to think quickly.

“No, none of these tools will do, besides using such a simple tool to do it, seems disrespectful to Ra himself!” You bullshitted

“Yes, yes… you make a point dear follower, at dawn, we shall burn him alive.” The leader said

This caused a cheering to surround you and a deep glare from Lockley.

“Take him away, and we will wait till dawn!” The leader shouted

You quickly joined in taking him away, they threw him in a smmakeshifthift cell, where they injected him with some liquid and he let out a small curse. You and someone else were left for the first shift of guarding.

You had to get this other guard away somehow, as you trying to think of something, but conveniently they excuse themselves to use the loo. You quickly jump into action,

“Lockley! Are you alright?” You ask

“Shit! Is that you (Y/N), what are you doing!” He said

“I was worried, I- how can I help you escape!” You ask

“It would be better if you go home.” He said

“No, I can’t let you get any more hurt!” You said

“Fine… look just get the keys and please be careful.” He said

“Ok, I will be.” You said

The other guard came back, and you then excused yourself to the loo. You walked around the warehouse, you wanted to find the leader, they may have the keys. You walked into many empty rooms and were about to walk into another one when you heard a voice coming from it, it was the leader.

“They will be killed by dawn… have I done well Ra?” They said

“Yes, Taweret’s avatar will be next!” They said

“Yes, yes I-“ They said

You suddenly shouted out, “The avatar of Khonshu has escaped.”

You saw the panic in the leader’s eye, and you quickly hid in a nearby room, as the leader rushed out. You enter his room and find the keys to the cell on his desk, you grab them and go downstairs hiding in the loo’s. You waited a couple more minutes before heading back to the cell, luckily your shift wasn’t over yet, but your fellow guard looked pissed at you. It didn’t matter now, you had the keys. You pretended to mock Lockley, as a way to get closer to the door.

“Haha, I can’t believe this is the avatar of Khonshu!” You said

Your fellow guard just smirked, but as soon he saw the keys going into the door and unlocking, he shouted out,

“What are you doing? He’s goto  to-“ he said before being cut off by a crescent dart in the throat.

“Get out of here, met me by the car!” He said

You ran out of the warehouse, as screams filled the room. Hiding out in his car, as you wait for his return.

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Five minutes later, you see him come out in a blood-stained suit. He looked terrifying.

The suit disappeared before he entered the car.

“Malditos bastardos, nan a pafor for-, “ He said, but before he could finish, you placed a hand on his shoulder, which seemed to calm him down.

“Sorry, I got you wrapped up in this shit.” He said

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” You said

He sighed, looking at the time, before saying something,

“Looks like we got time for one more thing, or do you want to head home.” He said

“I’m fine with doing one more thing.” You said

The drive to this secret thing was quiet, when you arrived there was a small lookout in the city, he invited you out of the car setting a small blanket on the ground in front of the car. You sat down next to him, and as the stars shined, he cracked open a beer and often you one, which you took.

“I just realized I never bought you that drink I promised.” You said

“It’s fine, I took you to a bar where I get drinks on the house.” He said with a small laugh

It was quiet and peaceful, before you spoke up, you had so many questions for him but found it hard to ask.

“You know I don’t how you can put your life in so much danger.”

“My life has no meaning unless I am put in danger…” He said

“That can’t be true, you seem to have a lot of friends with your driving right? You have that life.” You said

“Yeah… but I don’t know how you live so safely.” He said

“Maybe we both need to learn from each other's lifestyles.” You said

“Maybe,” He said

The sun slowly started to rise, as you felt your eyelids begin to fall.

“Hey, look I stayed up all night! Told you I could…” You said

“Yeah, nice work.” He said

You smiled, as find yourself falling asleep slowly. You could soon feel yourself being carried, and taken somewhere. The last thing you remember hearing was “How do you sleep so well?”

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When you woke up, you found yourself in a cheap hotel room, with a note near your nightstand.

“Didn’t know your address, so I paid for a room for a night, sorry, I can’t drive you back, thanks for the help, let’s meet again, shall we: xxx-xxx-xxxx, - from, Jake Lockley

You smiled softly, glad you got to met him again and know that last night helped you be a little less sweet for him.

The End

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Bonus: (aka, some lines I couldn’t fit in)

“Hey, who wants to live forever?” He says

“I still want you to be safe!” You said

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“You don’t need to pretend that you don’t want to try out the nightlife.” He said

He was right, you were curious if not a little worried.

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[thermodynamic-comedian]

i'm gonna copy all the important info about my ocs into a seperate post so people don't have to look for it in the reblogs.

mach's very cool tma ocs

name: mark "mars" oliver

pronouns: he/him

age: 30

affiliation: the vast; marked by the spiral

backstory: having always loved rollercoasters, mars couldn't pass on the opportunity to ride the smiler, even though he of course didn't pass the height limit at 12 years old. after almost an hour of begging, his parents agreed to sneak him on. he quickly got scared when the ride actually started, the loops and spirals and inversions made him feel dizzy. during a loop, mars leaned forward a bit too much, and fell out of the cart, falling upside down for what felt to him like hours. the simple motion of falling cleared his dizzyness and actually made him feel relieved after the looping and twisting of the smiler. he felt safe. his parents found him perfectly intact.

current day: mars works as a cab driver to gain victims for the vast. he wants to share the simple joy of uncontrolled motion with everyone he meets.

appearence: mars is about 170cm, pale, with straight ginger hair kept at about shoulder length, acne, dimples, and green eyes. he mostly wears casual clothing, like sweatpants and hoodies.

name: rachel prado

pronouns: she/they

age: 21

affiliation: the desolation

backstory: rachel was a bully. there's no nice way to put it. she picked on smaller kids all through her adolescence. of course someone would eventually snap. rachel's family was far from rich, they grew up knowing what a good meal was really worth. of course the others knew where to strike her to really make it hurt. it was the last year of high school, and they were growing tomatoes in biology class. rachel was the last in the classroom, admiring their own work, when one of her victims ran back in with a lighter in his hand, and set her work aflame. before rachel could run to get water or a teacher or anything, the fire had caught onto her desk. but even as everyone outside yelled at rachel to run, she stayed inside, desperately trying to save their tomatoes even as the flames burned their flesh. when the fire was finally put out, the other students claimed that they could still see rachel holding onto the scorched remains of her project.

current day: rachel feeds on the fear of the destruction or loss of food. many have claimed to see the figure of a young woman taunting them as their crops burn, mouthing "you will starve." at them.

appearence: rachel is 168cm tall, and, post-becoming, sickly thin with sharp bones visible through her tan skin. their bleached blonde hair appears scorched at its ends, her eyes are hollow and dark, and their arms are covered in burnmarks. they're often seen wearing a pink croptop and hole-filled cargo pants.

name: "samis" (sometimes referred to as "samishi")

pronouns: refracted pronouns

age: 32

affiliation: the lonely

backstory: none; samis is a direct manifestation of the lonely.

current day: samis is seen wherever there is petty disputes, passive-aggression, feelings getting hurt and ties being cut. they thrive on driving wedges between loved ones and strangers alike. they despise human connection more than anything.

appearence: a foggy, unclear figure, often in the distance. average height, appearing to have black hair in a manbun, sunglasses and a facemask covering their face, leather pants, and a jacket worn open with no shirt on underneath. often described by witnesses as "weirdly hot"

fun fact: it's rumored that samis was the anonymous underground japanese punk artist known as SERIFFY who quit music the second they began to gain popularity, declaring they simply "hated all their fans."

[imabillyami]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the wonderful @jeysbvck 💜 Thank you, love!!

I always seem to be posting the juicy stuff, but that’s literally the only thing I can post without giving away too many spoilers lol.

Warnings: I’d say 18+ (I tend to censor things a little on here for reasons and it’s cut off before the actual juicy, but still.) Minors dni.

*****

Eager hands pulled his shirt over his head, kisses raining down on his shoulders and his upper back, before the same hands landed on his waistband and made quick work of the rest of his clothing.

He shivered a little when the sudden cold of the room hit him in his most sensitive places all at once, but after very few moments the hands were back on him - tan and warm and teasing. 

He knew these hands so well by now, yet every familiar touch felt like a branding still. He welcomed these hands, melted into them. He loved these hands, he wanted these hands on him, always, forever. If it were up to him, for the rest of his life. 

The hands stopped at his waist and moved to turn him around and Sami followed willingly.

There, standing at the foot of the bed, hands still holding onto him, a lovestruck expression on his face, was the man Sami knew he’d love forever. Big brown eyes wandered over him, drinking him in, before eager hands went to work again. 

In a flash, the tattooed arms pulled him in, naked chest met naked chest and limbs tangled around each other, as he buried his head into his favorite spot, that little dip where Jey’s shoulder met his neck. He breathed in deeply, letting the scent envelop him, basking in the comfort of it.

When their hardnesses finally brushed together, he adjusted his head a little, pressed his little moans and open mouthed kisses to the column of Jey’s neck, much like his lover had done only minutes ago. 

An “I love you, Sami.” whispered into his hair and he let go. He let go of all worries, all the pressure, all the expectations. It was moments like this one that he truly lived for. This made all the rest worth it. 

They lowered themselves to the mattress in a familiar dance, hands and bodies moving as a unit, never once leaving each other.

This moment was precious to both of them, Sami knew. This was where they found comfort and relief and solace in a way they rarely ever did out in the world. 

“I love you too, Jey.” he uttered, while Jey’s hands gently moved along his spine, down to his butt, his hips, searching and finding him where he was resting half hard against his thigh. 

He closed his eyes again as the sensations took over. 

Jey played Sami’s body like a fiddle, sure hands and whisper-soft kisses getting him to full attention in no time. 

He felt Jey’s body leave his side for a second, presumably to get the lube and condoms from his backpack, and relaxed further into the mattress. He slowly opened his eyes when the mattress dipped, blinking up at his love, who was making his way back to him.

Jey looked at him with big doe eyes, his lips curling into the softest of smiles the moment Sami looked back at him. 

“Can we…” he started. His eyes flicked down, almost shyly, not quite meeting Sami’s.

“What is it, love?”

“Can we do this bare?” 

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No pressure tags (no idea who did it already and who didn’t): @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict @jeyuwuso @harmshake @afterdarkprincess @crxssjae and anyone else who loves writing and wants to participate!

[afterdarkprincess]

Pretty In Pink- An Aftershocks Side Story

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. ----- Aftershocks side story, but can be read alone! It's just pure filth honestly :)

This fic is Explict and contains: Daddy Kink, Feminization, Lingerie, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spanking tags for: @feelschicken @imabillyami @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake @southerngirl41 and @jeysbvck! 💖✨ (If anyone else would like a tag in my Samijey fics let me know!) AO3 Link

Sami’s stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies, excited yet anxious about how this evening will go.

They’re in Montreal, it’s late fall and the air is crisp and chilly. Both of them are on a short break from shows right now, and they’re taking full advantage of the time in Sami’s cozy apartment rather than hotel rooms.

It’s been a few months since that tumultuous night after Summerslam, and Sami and Jey have become even closer than they were before. Jey making the jump to the Raw roster certainly helped, but every moment they didn’t have other obligations they were inseparable.

They’d been planning for this mini break over the last few weeks, and Sami is obviously excited for their evening, but more than anything he’s just happy to spend some uninterrupted time with Jey.

Sami enters the apartment, taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack. He hears soft music distantly from the direction of the bedroom, but otherwise it’s quiet with no sign of his boyfriend.

“Jey? Where are you honey?” Sami calls, poking his head into the living room and kitchen to find nothing. He figures Jey must be in his bedroom, theirs now, and heads back the hallway to find the door slightly ajar. He opens the door slowly, cautious if perhaps Jey fell asleep, but that’s definitely not the case.

Inside he finds Jey on the bed splayed out against the sheets. He’s dressed in lingerie, baby pink playing against his deeply tanned skin and the dark ink of his tattoos. His pecs are held by a frilly pink tulle bra that matches the panties that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, his hard dick straining against the material and staining it with his precum. There’s a matching garter belt around his waist, connecting to pink stockings that end at his mid-thigh, almost exactly where his leg tattoos start.

Jey’s lips are shiny with thick pink gloss and his already long eyelashes are accentuated with mascara. His face is relaxed, head thrown back against the pillows and Sami feels his dick fill at the sight of him.

He looks so soft and pretty in all that pink, but as Sami makes his way inside the room his eyes are drawn to the pink bejeweled plug that hums from between Jey’s thighs, disappearing into his glistening hole just visible beneath the mesh of the panties.

“You started without me?” Sami asks. “Baby, you know what that means.”

Jey looks up from the bed. “Couldn’t help it, Daddy. Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Sami drops a kiss to the top of Jey’s head, running his hands along the soft exposed skin of Jey’s arms, following the lines of his tattoos. “But I still have to punish you, sweetheart.”

Jey pouts, batting his eyelashes as he grinds his hips down, jostling the plug inside him. “C’mon, that ain’t fair.”

Sami fixes him with a look, grabbing him by the thighs and tugging him to the edge of the bed so their hips are flush.

“You wanna try that again?”

Jey blushes furiously. “Sorry, Daddy. M’ready for it.”

“Flip over,” Sami instructs, rubbing his hands together to warm them as Jey moves onto his stomach, his feet dangling off and barely brushing the floor. His eyes drink in the sight of Jey’s thick juicy ass just barely contained in his pink panties, the plug just peeking out between his cheeks.

Sami pulls the panties aside and gently removes the plug, watching in rapt fascination as Jey’s hole stretches and winks shut again. He’s tempted to forgo the punishment and just plunge into that sweet tight heat, but he has to follow through. He runs his hands across the fabric of the panties before pulling the waistband down to expose Jey’s cheeks to the air.

“Count for me baby,” Sami runs his hands over the exposed skin, keeping Jey tense with anticipation.

Jey’s head lolls on the sheets and Sami gives him a quick smack to start, easing him into it.

“One,” Jey groans.

Sami pulls his hand back further this time, striking the other cheek with more force.

“Two,”

He alternates back, hitting the same spot as before.

“Hnnn… Three,” Jey’s legs shake.

Sami continues the next few in short succession, moving between the left and right cheek until both are flushed dark and Jey’s breathing heavily.

“Ah, Ah, Ten. Fuck, Sami please-“ Jey bites around his thumb and Sami can’t let that slide.

“I was going to stop there until you hid those pretty noises from me, five more and we’ll be done.”

Jey nods into the sheets and Sami gives him a quick soothing rub over both cheeks before doling out the rest of his punishment.

“F-fifteen,” Jey sobs through the last count, tears fully flowing down his cheeks.

Sami’s anxiety overtakes his mind, “Jey, color?”

Jey doesn’t respond for a moment and dread fills Sami’s stomach that perhaps he’s pushed him too far, but finally he exhales and replies, “Green.”

“Good Job, sweetheart. You did so well,” Sami feels relief flood through him and he presses soft kisses against Jey’s reddened skin, pulling the panties down and completely off of him. “Such a good girl for me, Jey. Look so pretty all dressed up.”

Sami helps Jey roll over, exposing his flushed and tear stained face. He kisses the tear tracks reverently, holding Jey’s cheek and neck securely to soothe him.

Jey tries to catch his breath, and Sami breathes with him slowly to help him relax. After a few moments, Jey’s brain comes back online. “Did I- do good, Sami?” His eyes are pleading and eager and Sami feels the length of Jey’s dick, still hard despite the rough treatment.

“Mhm, you did so good for Daddy. Gonna give you your reward now for being so good, give you a treat.” Sami kisses him again, getting some of the pink lipstick on his own lips before he moves to kneel on the bed.

Sami moves Jey’s legs with ease, fitting himself between them before folding Jey in half and resting his ankles on Sami’s own shoulders. He pushes the waistband of his pants down, freeing his length to smack against Jey’s inner thigh and causing the younger man to moan wantonly.

“So empty, please Daddy,” Jey sighs, shifting his hips and trying to get closer to the warmth of Sami’s erection.

Sami tuts, “Patience love,” as he takes one hand down to Jey’s waiting hole. He’s still open slightly from the plug and Sami sinks his thumb in with no resistance, the digit embraced by Jey’s wet warmth. Sami moves his thumb inside slowly, gently messaging the muscles and coaxing them to relax further.

Jey whines at the onslaught, the contact thats good but not quite enough. Before long Sami trades the thumb for his pointer and middle fingers, pressing in and watching as Jey swallows them up with ease. Once inside, buried in one long press, he again takes his time. Moving the fingers together slowly, flexing and undulating them together, rubbing against Jey’s sensitive spot relentlessly causing his cockhead to drool with precum, further ruining the pink tulle panties barely containing him.

With Sami’s free hand he runs his fingertips along the pink lace stockings, admiring how they look against Jey’s skin and tattoos. “So soft and pretty for me baby, look at you taking me so good.” Jey bites his lip and Sami can’t have that. “Jey, tell me how it feels sweetheart. Tell Daddy how much you like his fingers in your pussy.”

“Ah, ah, so-,” Jey’s head falls back against the sheets, undone by Sami’s words and the feel of him inside. “Feels so good, Daddy. F-fuck.”

Sami presses hard, rubbing circles into Jey’s prostate and drinking in his cries before slipping a third finger inside. His other hand ghosts over the strained panties, just barely touching with his fingertips over Jey’s neglected dick.

“M’ready- Sami please-“ Jey gasps out, unable to contain himself.

Sami shakes his head, “Now you know that’s not gonna cut it, sweetheart. You gotta ask Daddy for what you want.”

Jey turns his head, shy and trying to avoid the situation. “W-want you to fuck me.”

The words are quiet, mumbled and rushed, not remotely what he was looking for. Sami removes his fingers from Jey’s hole and withdraws his fingertips from the sheer pink fabric.

“Not quite princess, try again,”

“But Daddy-“ Jey whines, but he’s cut off by a loud smack to his ass.

“Again, Jey,” Sami prompts, tone leaving no room for argument as tears well in Jey’s eyes again.

That sinking feeling creeps in Sami’s stomach again, and he nearly asks Jey for a color.

He’s interrupted as Jey sniffles, staring up at him like a lost puppy. “D-daddy, will you fuck me?”

Sami smiles, “Fuck your what, baby?”

Jey’s cheeks darken with blush, “My pussy.” Sami raises an eyebrow. “Please- please daddy fuck my pussy.” Jey stammers out before Sami corrects him.

“Of course,” Sami bends down, capturing Jey’s lips in a heated kiss, his dick brushing against Jey’s wet, twitching hole. His hips buck, trying to angle towards the head of Sami’s dick. Sami chuckles as he pulls back. “Just a second sweetheart.” He reaches down and lines himself up with Jey, pressing just slightly, not enough to fully enter yet.

With his free hand he hooks a thumb into the waistband of Jey’s panties, dragging them down and tucking them under Jey’s heavy balls to leave his hard dick exposed to the air. Sami strokes it lightly just a few times, letting the anticipation build.

He finally sinks into Jey with no warning, burying himself in that delicious tight heat in one quick thrust. Sami paused, afraid that he might bust too soon between how long he’d been teasing Jey and how good he felt wrapped around him, his inner walls working on Sami’s dick.

Jey cries out, a jumbled mix of words and groans and sighs as he is finally filled the way he’s craved all evening. Sami feels so big inside of him, despite all the stretching and the plug, and Jey wouldn’t want it any other way.

Sami sets a slow pace, just rocking into Jey and enjoying the sweet friction as his head drags over Jey’s prostate on each pass.

Jey keeps his eyes on Sami, his pretty pink lips open as he breathes through the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He’s been hard for what feels like hours and he’s already close to the edge of orgasm.

“S-Daddy?” Jey’s voice shakes. “I’m close, please.”

Sami shakes his head, “Not yet baby, wait until I say.”

Jey feels more tears fall from his eyes, but as impossible as it seems he wants to be good for Sami. He nods.

Sami’s pace quickens a bit and their hips slam together, rocking the bed frame into the wall with hard thuds.

Jey’s hands clench into the sheets, looking for something to ground him. Sami notices and threads their fingers together with one hand while he holds Jey’s hip in the other. Sami pulls Jey down onto his dick just a much as he’s snapping his hips and driving his dick into that tight wet hole.

“Okay,” Sami grits out, the hot coil in his stomach about to burst, “Go ahead, baby girl. You can come.”

Jey explodes, his dick shooting thick ropes of cum onto his stomach. His inner walls convulse, clenching tight around Sami’s girth inside him.

Sami’s close himself in the hot vice grip of Jey’s body, his hips hammering in faster as he chases his release. “Gonna cum inside of you, gonna knock you up.”

“Yeah?” Jey breathes out, eyes wide and glossed over with pleasure.

“Mhm,” Sami nods just as he hits the edge, driving his cock in deep. “Fuck, Jey, baby ah-“ The force of his orgasm cuts off his mumbling.

Jey feels it inside of him, the way Sami’s dick twitches and spurts his hot cum deep, filling him up with warmth. He feels satisfaction wash over him, and for just a moment he imagines that Sami could really get him pregnant fucking him like this.

If there were any way for his dick to get hard again, he would.

Sami sighs, content and boneless but unwilling to leave the warmth of Jey’s body. The rational part of his brain knows he needs to start aftercare sooner rather than later, and the last thing he wants to do is let Jey drop.

He pulls out slowly and carefully, watching intently as Jey’s hole twitches and a glob of cum leaks out behind him. Sami’s instinct is to push it back inside, keep his baby bred full, but the scene is over, they can talk about it for next time.

Sami presses a quick kiss to Jey’s knee, mumbling a quick, “Be right back,” before heading into the ensuite bathroom to wet a towel. He returns quickly with a wet town and a dry one, as well as Jey’s fluffy robe.

“C’mere sweetie,” Sami says, taking hold of Jey’s hand where it’s flopped onto the bedsheets, his boyfriend fully melted into the mattress.

Jey moves with a small noise of protest and Sami makes quick work of cleaning him, running the cloth over his stomach before nudging his thighs open again to clean the mess he left of Jey’s hole.

As he gently wipes with the cloth, he coos, “Jey you did so well honey.” He moves Jey’s legs again and helps him sit up on the bed. Somehow he looks even cuter than before with messed up makeup, lingerie askew and his sleepy eyes. “Was that good? Everything you hoped for?” Sami’s anxiety creeps back in with how quiet his boyfriend is.

Jey smiles though and nods, “It was so good, boo. Damn near knocked me out there.”

Sami leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Good, lets get this off of you, hm?”

Jey nods again, allowing Sami to move his arms and maneuver the lace bra up and over his head. Sami drops the garment to the floor and helps Jey to stand.

The garter and panties of the set are undoubtedly ruined, sticky and stained with cum as they are, but Sami gently unclips the stockings from the garter and first pulls down the stockings, lovingly massaging Jey’s thighs and calves as he goes.

Jey groans appreciatively at the feeling on his sore muscles and steps out when Sami directs him to. Next come the panties, and he feels so much better now with them off, despite how cute they looked on. The garter belt comes off last and Jey is fully nude.

Sami stands, grabbing the robe again as he rises, but before he can offer it to Jey, his lovers arms wrap around his neck and pull him in close for a sweet brush of lips.

“Thank you, Sami.” Jey pecks him again. “I really mean it, that was perfect.”

Sami nods, wrapping his arms around Jey’s waist, “Love you so much, baby.”

Jey looks at him, the man who’s become his whole world, “Love you too.”

Sami wraps him up in the robe and settles Jey back into bed before yanking his own clothes off to join him under the covers, holding Jey in his arms before they finally both drift off to sleep.

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Thank you for reading!! More fics coming soon :)

[tortiefrancis]

🌱🥕🎃 :]

🌱 - share a picture (drawing, icon edit, picrew etc.) of urself in headspace!

> picrew link

[ ID: A picre of me, Jon, a person with tanned skin, green eyes, acne, and long, curly, dark hair with a white streak. I wear glasses, a black scarf and a dark sweater. I have my middle finger up and look tired. Behind me is the disability pride flag. /End ID ]

🥕 - are any headmates frontstuck/co-con stuck right now?

> sherlock is "co-con", he's close to me right now but he can't properly control the body due to some issues. technically sami is also "co-con", though he always is in control of the body and mind, and we also don't count him as a headmate

🎃 - who is fronting/close to fronting rn?

> me, jon, though we don't use the exact word "fronting" as it isn't accurate to our experience, though we may use it for simplicity's sake. in short, me

[sunny-lounge]

I am willing to do this with you. (Part 2/2) - [Us.]

Relationship: Sami/Jey (SamiJey)

Rating: Explicit —feelings, making up, kissing, smut, anal fingering, anal sex, happy ending

Summary: Sami and Jey talk about their feelings and try and come to some sort of understanding. The understanding they reach is all that they could've hoped for.

Word count: 4,259 - (was not planning on this being so long😵‍💫)

Part 1 here. / Ao3 link - part 2 / *Other Fics*

A/N: This is Part 2 of 2. (I tried guys 😭). This is my first attempt at writing a Fic ever, so the SMUT was even harder. Therefore, I'm sorry if it's..... BUT, I hope it's alright and that you enjoy it 🌸🌺 (Can't thank the people who liked and reblogged part 1 enough! It meant a lot, more than you know, thank you 🩷)

[— AGAIN: I'm not a "writer" SO... Comments/Feedback would really really be appreciated (comments sec; tags; or asks- anon or not), to really just actually, and quite genuinely gauge how good or BAD this is. So I know for myself 😁. And obviously I'd really love to know if you enjoyed it! - comments are so wonderful and so motivating as well! Thank you again for reading! 🩷]

Tagging: @imabillyami

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Jey doesn't wait a second longer, stripping off his pants and boxers while Sami is slipping off his own shirt and trousers, tossing it somewhere to the side.

Jey is rid of all his clothing before Sami is, and he's reaching for Sami's hips dragging him in closer.

He eagerly mouths at the pale fuzzy haired stomach in front of him, wanting to taste it as fast as possible. He's always wondered what it'd be like. A complete contrast to his own he'd imagined, and from what he can see - from it's appearance to it's texture; his own tanned hairless torso, they are completely opposing sights, and may be that's why he loves it so much, it's different and fascinating to him. He wants to get his hands and mouth on it.

He can't help leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and he vaguely wonders if you could even call it that, it's sloppy and messy, uncoordinated in his eagerness. He's using his tongue, needing to taste Sami's skin - it's a little bit salty and whole lot delectable - just like he's wanted to do for a while and he can't get enough, moving his hands around to Sami's firm ass and slowly massaging it.

Sami lets out a low and lengthy groan, hips buckling a little, he doesn't know whether to move forwards toward Jey's mouth, or backwards, towards his skilled hands, he's thrumming. His hands end up shakily finding their way into Jey’s hair, fingers scratching through his smooth black locks and pulling gently, making Jey hiss at the slight pressure as he teethes at Sami's hipbone. 

Jey can concentrate on nothing but biting and licking the exposed skin, his mouth watering as though devouring a delicious meal, leaving a trail of saliva along Sami's stomach and hips, mouth moving messily in every direction unable to make up his mind on where he wants to taste next.

Sami can feel every sensation of Jey's mouth on him, what it's doing to him, leaving behind a cool wetness along his skin causing his hair to stand up in response from the pleasure and coolness, and he watches and finds himself getting inexplicably aroused by it all. Jey uses his hands to pull down Sami's boxers until he is able to completely rid him of them and Sami easily let's him. 

Sami looks magnificent like this in Jey's eyes.

Sami is standing between his legs with his eyes fully focusing on him, mouth slightly parted, his hands running through and gripping the younger man's hair with just the right amount of pressure, turning on Jey to no end. He's always liked having his hair played with when he was a young boy, it soothed him, but this was a whole other feeling. It was exciting and different, something more sexual and it was sending shivers down his spine.

Sami's dick is standing tall, a delicious shade of dark pink pulsing with excitement, it's tempting and appetizing just looking at, standing up clearly aroused, significantly close to Jey's face. He wants to give it a lick just like he'd been licking Sami all over earlier, tasting him. But before he can act on it, he's distracted by the way Sami is looking at him with such reverence, it makes Jey freeze feeling like every nerve in his body is alight. 

Jey snaps out of it and shyly smiles leaning up, Sami bending down meets him halfway, this time letting his lips linger and Jey let's out a happy hum. As eager as Sami is to get his hands on Jey's body, he is happy enough to steal kisses and make out like teenagers.

If that is all he is getting tonight, he is content with it.

He hears Jey, cutting through his thoughts. “I want you Sami, I want you to fuck me....but, but only if you want that."

Sami feels like he's been slapped by the words directed at him, but in the best way possible. His eyes widen dramatically, his heart is racing and dick twitches as a result. Literally. And he can't help that his brain almost short-circuits because of it.

“Yes, fuck, yes Jey. I want to,” Sami manages to get out, answering in all honesty.

It's what he's secretly hoped for, imagined and wanted. But never thought he'd actually live out. He wasn't even sure Jey would be open to it.

It takes him a moment to comprehend that this is actually happening and he isn't dreaming, this isn't one of his shameful, self-indulgent late night fantasies that he gets off on, and then ridden with self-loathing and guilt after. But now that he knows what Jey wants from him, he is ever so eager and willing.

Sami suddenly has a thought. "Hold on, we don't have any of the stuff we need," he voices out loud.

And Jey gives him a sheepish look, quickly looking away while scrubbing his hand nervously over the back of his head and shrugging. "Uh, I may have bought some stuff, you know just in case", he says roughly, avoiding eye contact.  

Sami can't help the sudden heat rushing through him. Stomach flipping to Jey admitting he'd gone out and got 'supplies' for them, to know that this prickly Samoan sitting naked in front of him, had actively gone out of his way, specifically putting aside time to get things for them was something Sami had never even imagined was a possibility, and yet here they are. It makes his heart melt and soar in excitement all at once. 

The heat in him only grows stronger as he silently watches Jey, who's apparently been hit by a sudden bolt of shyness—it doesn't help one bit that he's sitting there naked and beautiful with no idea just how adorable Sami thinks he is, this man who has his whole heart.

The younger man's nervousness and embarrassment is palpable; he's still hunched over, looking anywhere but Sami, his bottom lip being worried by his teeth and forehead creased by a small frown. He is noticeably agitated and waiting for Sami to respond. 

"Jey, please look at me," Sami says gently, trying not to spook him. Jey still refuses to, lowering his head even further in embarrassment hiding his face, finding his fingers far more interesting than Sami at the moment. 

'That won't do', thinks Sami, he isn't going to let Jey retreat again, not after all the progress they've just made. He needs Jey to know that this is okay, that he's actually thankful for what he's done, just a little surprised, but pleasantly so. "Jey, come on, I said look at me, please." 

Jey still doesn't listen...

"Now, Jey." Sami unintentionally grinds out with more force, louder and firmer, with a combination of authority and desperation that makes Jey's head automatically snap up at the sound of it. 

Sami marvels at how beautiful Jey looks. Eyes wide and unblinking now completely focused on the ginger; blushing the most gorgeous shade of pink. Sami could just eat him up right then and there, their eyes slowly meet and a helpless shuddering breath is let out by both in unplanned synchronicity.

Sami quickly strides forward and smashes his lips to Jey's, forgetting what he's wanting to say to him in the first place. It's all teeth and tongue, licking, biting, and hands pulling at each other. They're desperate and it's messy, and somehow they need it this way, tempering down some of the insatiable hunger between them. Sami has been wanting and waiting for this for so long, he isn't about to stop now and his actions are making this crystal clear. Jey too.

And Jey is a moment away from being too overwhelmed pulling away, sucking in deep gasps of air, cheeks still flushed with the most enticing shade of pink.

"Fuck," Jey curses, tongue poking out to wet his plump, kiss-bruised lips.

"By all means," Sami responds lowly, crowding Jey's space once again, firmly grabbing his face on either side and tilting his head up so he can slot their mouths together once again.

Sami pulls back for a second to admire Jey, only to dip his head back down in urgency, and capturing Jey's mouth in hunger.

This time Jey doesn't care if he is too overwhelmed, he just lets it happen and he doesn't want to stop, if anything, he's going to let go and hold nothing back. So he responds with equal want and hunger, matching Sami. 

Sami makes a wordless sound of approval in the back of his throat, pushing Jey flat onto his back falling with him onto the bed, lips still attached.

He breaks the kiss pulling back slightly, just enough to look down to admire Jey, panting, flushed and naked under him; desire burning in his own hooded eyes as he looks up at Sami, and Sami can still make out those gorgeous brown irises sparkling up at him through those heavy eyes. "Fuck," Sami groans, keeping eye contact. Closing his eyes resting his forehead against Jey's and he slowly starts rubbing their bodies together. 

The unexpected slide of Sami's dick against his makes him jump and sets off a shockwave of electricity searing beneath his skin. His breathing against the older man's mouth is shaky, fractured by huffs and soft gasps in between the little sounds he lets out. He grips the older man's waist holding on firmly, dizzy by the press and weight of Sami on top of his own body. He allows himself to be led, getting lost in the ginger, in his attention and in his touch, he can't stop reacting, there are all these unfamiliar noises leaving his body, noises that he never thought could come out of him, noises he has never heard himself make before, as he arches up to steal kisses. 

Saamiii," he moans, dragging his name out. And it does things to Sami, really good things. 

"Jey, shit, yeah, you feel so good," praises Sami and Jey can do nothing but whine in response as Sami continues, carding his fingers through Jey's hair, tugging him close and kissing him firmly, swallowing up any sounds of pleasure the younger man is letting out as their dicks continue rubbing against each other, getting wetter from pre-cum seeping out with every second, teasing their final release to come.

Sami is placing open-mouthed kisses at his neck, and Jey turns his head to the side, moaning and needing to feel more of Sami's mouth against his skin. "Jeyyy..." The sound of his name coming out of Sami coupled by the attention his mouth is giving him is too much, and if Sami continues saying his name like that and doing the things he's doing.....Jey is going to come embarrassingly fast. And he doesn't want it to end. Not yet, at least not like this.

He knows he won't last much longer if they keep this up, he is too turned on, his emotions are heightened, and the sensations too intense, and after holding himself back for so long, longer than he realised, his release is fast approaching, luring him unexpectedly quicker than expected. Jey likes to pride himself, in his ability to have more control over himself when it comes to this, but apparently that rule doesn't apply when it comes to Sami. And he honestly doesn't care right now.

As much as he doesn't want to, he has to put a stop to this, and get to the 'main event', and he almost let's out a chuckle at that...'main event', otherwise things were going to end well before they even start. 

Knowing he isn't going to last, Jey palms at Sami's chest gently nudging him away, though strong enough for Sami to pause and back up putting space between them. 

And Sami freezes immediately, moving to stand up and in the process lets Jey go, "I'm sorry, was I—"

Jey doesn't let him finish though, he is already on his feet in a flash, hands reaching out for the other man, cupping his jaw and drawing him in for a panicked kiss.

"No! No, you din' do nothin' wrong, Sami. Is just that if you keep goin' like that Imma not last long. Like at all." He takes a deep breath. "And I want you to be inside me when I come," Jey whispers against Sami's lips, like he is sharing a secret only meant between two lovers and sealing their mouths again.

Sami responds with a groan, involuntarily punching out from his gut, his eyes close and fingers finding their way to Jey's waist digging in with desperation.

"You're so damn sexy," he groans again against Jey's lips, relaxing his hands tenderly cupping the sides of the Samoan's hips. He really is obsessed with feeling this part of Jey, more than anywhere else he thinks. Who can blame him after what he was subjected to: the months of torture, constantly seeing Jey in those damn crop tops but not being able to do a thing about it, not being able to touch that oh so inviting skin that was being exposed. For months it had been calling out to him, begging to be touched, but his hands had been tied. Not anymore though, he knows he is going to take full advantage tonight, his hands are going to be glued to it, one of his favorite spots on Jey and there is nothing stopping him this time. 

Jey smirks a little at the feeling of those slender hands on his waist. He puts his own hands over Sami's and squeezes it. "You like that, huh?" he rumbles in Sami's ear, giving it a wet kitten like lick. 

Shivering Sami groans saying, "You know I do....mmmh...so sexy Jey. These hips of yours are just begging to be kissed; and licked; and bitten; and sucked; and marked. But that'll have to wait for another time. Next time, I'm going to take my time with you, I'm going to explore EVERY inch of you, taste every bit of you, I'm going to worship this beautiful, sexy body of yours. But, right now I just really need to fuck you, until you can't think, speak or even breathe anymore," he continues whispering seductively full of feeling against Jey's neck, punctuating every word to emphasize his unwavering intent, stealing quick kisses along the length of his neck, while massaging his hips. 

And Jey almost loses it, leaving this earth and going to heaven right then and there. His breathing hitching and becoming labored, the image created by Sami's words playing over and over in his head, he definitely wore those crop tops for a reason and he's a little satisfied that it paid off, his dick starting to grow considerably harder and he didn't think that was even possible. It springs up meeting his own stomach and knocking against it, smearing himself with his own pre-cum. 'Shit', he thinks, he might just come from Sami's words alone. His dick is going to fall off and it's all Sami's fault. He really is going to die tonight. 

He really can't take it much longer, he has to feel Sami, now.

He warps his arms around Sami's neck pulling him in and smashing their mouths together. It's simply a clash of lips, teeth and tongues, there's nothing gentle about it, it's carnal. Mouths open and desperate, tongues licking and exploring every inch and every surface, every moan and gasp being swallowed.

Breathing heavily they finally pull apart, a string of spit still connecting their lips as they draw back. It should be gross, but it only turns them on even more, both releasing satisfied sounds at the sight of it. 

Sami walks Jey backwards and pushes him back onto the bed. 

"Stay there while I get what we need yea. Where is it?" 

Sami leans and reaches over to pull open the draw of the dresser at the side of the king sized bed, where Jey has just pointed. He takes out a bottle of lube and a condom. He turns back to Jey and looks down into his eyes.

"You're still okay right?" Sami asks breathlessly, really hoping he is.

"Shit. Will you please just fuck me already, Sami?" Jey demands, staring back with a firm and determined gaze filled with a sure fire, lust, and want. 

Sami reacts by immediately flipping open the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

He lifts Jey's knees and pushes them outwards as he leans forward to then pull apart Jey's cheeks, circling his entrance a little with his thumb, just to get him used to the sensation. The younger man beneath him let's out a whimper, raised his hips and spread his legs further apart to accommodate Sami's hand, wanting more.

Sami pushes one finger in and Jey begins squirming, at two he begins breathing hard as Sami presses against his prostate with deadly precision, and the little noises that keep leaving him becoming louder and louder. 

"Please please, Sami. Pleaseee, more." Jey is unconcerned about being reduced to a begging mess. Jey hears Sami groan and a third finger now swiping inside of him. He involuntarily arches his back and his breathing hitching, he's never felt anything like this before, sure he's imagined what it might be like to be with the man in front of him, doing this to him, but never in a million years would he have thought it would feel this good; and this euphoric. His own fingers are nothing compared to this, Sami has ruined it all for him. He's not sure he'll ever be satisfied anymore, unless it's Sami's fingers, and as terrifying as that is....to be honest he doesn't mind at all. His head is swimming and his lungs feeling like he is drowning, just from Sami's fingers alone. 

"Ughhn.. ahnh...ah.... yes! yes Sami, right...right there," Jey gets out, unable to keep himself from voicing his pleasure, squirming uncontrollably again. A couple more swipes and Sami's fingers leave him to pick up the condom and rolling it on. Jey immediately feeling empty and impatient, and that almost surprises him, but only almost, because he's feeling beyond desperate for Sami right now. Sami drizzles out more lube onto his throbbing erection. "Wrap your legs around my waist." He instructs.

Jey quickly complies, Sami grabs onto his favorite spot with one hand—Jey's hips, and leaning on his other arm holding some of his weight off Jey, positions himself in line with Jey's ready and open hole. Sami slowly pushes forward, leaning over Jey's body latching his lips onto Jey's as he sinks inside trying to ease Jey into the new feeling he's experiencing.

"OH FUCK! Sami!", Jey yells throwing his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head and mouth opening at the first sensation of feeling so full with Sami. Sami is inside him. 'Fuck', he thinks. Sami is inside him and he form a thought beyond that.

Squeezing his eyes shut at the intense sensation. "Shit, shit, shit Jey," keens Sami, at the overwhelming sensation. "You feel so good, so hot and so tight." And then he isn't holding back, Sami lets go of Jey's hip leaning on his forearms and snapping his hips forward, pulling almost fully out out of Jey's eager body before plunging back in. Jey's strong thighs trembling squeezes Sami around his waist even tighter, his whole body being slammed into again and again and it's taking him to new heights he's never experienced before. The crude feeling of Sami's balls hitting his ass turning him on even more, its echoing sounds around the room mixed with his desperate wailing cries, it's loud and it's all adding to both their pleasure.

The bed is rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust, and Jey's head falls back moving from side to side almost like he can't take it, and he doesn't think he can, the pleasure and intensity is too much, it's choking him, his head tilts back eyes open wide staring at the ceiling and his hands scramble and finding a hold on Sami's biceps, something to ground himself by.

"I'm close, I'm so close," Jey gasps then, eyes squeezing shut tight and hands clamping down harder on Sami's sinewy biceps. 

'Oh that's going to leave marks', thinks Sami, and it only spurs him on. 

Sami braces himself on one arm while continuing to piston his hips even faster into Jey's wanting hole, he's chasing the feeling, not able to get enough of the heat of Jey's body wrapped around him, the slide of his soft smooth walls rubbing hotly around his own throbbing dick; letting his other hand slip between them both, grasping Jey's aching cock in a firm grip and beginning to pump it up and down in a quick rhythm, twisting his wrist and swiping his thumb over his slit.

"It's okay, come for me, Jey, let go." Sami hums into the man's ear mouthing at it whilst still thrusting his hips and jerking him off. And Jey does, hips thrashing and buckling wildly, screaming out loud long and high-pitched as he erupts all over Sami's fist coating their stomachs with his cum and riding out his orgasm.

Jey's snug body continues spasming around Sami's dick, the aftermath of the younger man's own orgasm, and it is enough to set Sami off as well, and he falls forward letting out a guttural cry right into Jey's sweaty neck and shoulder giving it an uncoordinated lick, thrusting forward once, then twice before fully letting himself go inside the condom from the feeling of Jey around him and taste of his skin, the only thing that's separating himself from Jey at that moment.

Jey finally allows his legs to fall haphazardly from the older man's waist onto the bed as the lights behind his eyes finally stop dancing around. He's still floating but blinks slowly trying to find Sami, trying to re-orientate himself. 

Sami falls to the side, gasping for air on his back. After a moment, feeling boneless he sluggishly rolls himself over onto his side and presses his face into Jey's long tan neck. 'Hmm', he thinks, this maybe another one of his favorite spots, 'Another time'. 

"That was..." Jey barely gets out, arm curling around the back of Sami's shoulders holding Sami close.

"Yea it was," mumbles Sami sleepily, voice muffled by his face now squished against Jey's tattooed chest. Another area he is itching to explore, but not right now. Next time. Sami is slowly coming to the conclusion that, every part of Jey is fast becoming his 'favorite' spot. Spots he wants to take his time with, tease and taste. 

“You okay?” he asks, his voice thick from exhaustion, though the concern still clear.

“I'm fine. Perfectt really.” Jey purrs grinning, voice matching the ginger, lazy with sleep, and content and soft.

“Good,” Sami says sincerely, brushing their lips together again. And Jey resprocates with a sigh of pleasure as they kiss. 

And Sami simply settles sleepily into his arms, they are both aware that they are a sticky mess, they've both got evidence of Jey's pleasure all over them, and Sami's condom has fallen somewhere between them so Sami's release is mixed in too, but too tired and content in their current positions to move and do anything about it.

Jey lazily reaches over and slings the bedsheet over the both of them, for some sort of warmth and dignity, but after what they did...he isn't sure dignity is high on either of their priority list. Besides there was something about the way they were covered in each other. The sticky, but slowly turning crusty mess, feeling both of them on each other, physical evidence of what they had done, like they are continuing marking each other even after. To be surrounded by the distinct smell, of them.

Jey has given himself over completely to Sami and Sami to Jey, marking Jey as his own and Jey accepting Sami as his in return. 

They've just shared something deep and special, and this feeling is nothing like Jey has ever even come close to experiencing before, nor can he find the right words to describe it. All he knows is that they've made love now, being so close - to become one. He's tied to Sami now, forever, he feels like his soul is connected to his, and he finally for the first time in his life feels complete. 

Sami too is exhausted, he's on the verge of falling asleep, so he's unable to analyze the fact that he has just made love to Jey. Jey whom he knows; is the love of his life. With that thought in his head, Sami's breathing slows to falling asleep before he can get the words 'I love you' out. 

Jey watches Sami's sleeping face admiring how beautiful he is and he can't believe he's finally got this man in his arms. 'I love you Sami', he thinks, promising himself that he will say the words out loud to Sami tomorrow. They both deserve that, it doesn't even matter if Sami doesn't say it back to him. All he knows is that he needs Sami to hear those words from him, and that's all he needs for now. In a matter of minutes Jey's breathing starts to match the same rhythm as Sami's chest, and he too is fast asleep.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it! 🩷

[marias07]

Parte 2: Uraraka recibe su merecido por tóxica (Termina siendo humillada)

Uraraka: Vaya, es hermoso este lugar y soy la más hermo….

*Ve a Sami, Michiko, Natsuki y A mí entrar al local*

Uraraka: Se ven ridi….

Yo: Cállate, p3rra miserable

Natsuki: Jajajajajaja

Michiko: 🤦🏻‍♀️

Sami: La única que se ve ridícula eres tú. Ese vestido es tan anticuado que das pena ajena. Y olvídate de que Deku se vaya contigo

Yo: Eres tan tóxica que nadie te quiere, Uraraka. Las personas como tú pertenecen al basurero que es ahí dónde debes estar.

Natsuki: Eres una Vergüenza, Eres una celosa necesitada de amor. Entiende que Deku no va a estar contigo.

Uraraka: Eso ya lo vere….

Michiko: Vámonos, chicas. No vale la pena pelear con esta loca.

Sami: Tienes razón, Mich.

*Nos vamos y dejamos a Uraraka sola*

*Minutos después*

Altavoz: Es hora de iniciar el vals de esta prestigiosa fiesta.

Deku: *Extiende su brazo a Sami* ¿Me concederías esta pieza*

Sami: *Se sonroja*

Yo: *Voz baja* Sí, sí, Hazlo

*Michiko y Natsuki acceden con la cabeza*

Uraraka POV: No no no

Sami: Sí, acepto

*Deku y Sami empiezan a bailar en la pista*

*Michiko, Natsuki y yo la animamos junto con los demás excepto Uraraka los animamos*

*Atras*

Xiang: ¿Me extrañaste, Uraraka? *Le tira pastel en la cabeza*

Uraraka: AAAYYYYY

Natsuki: *Se muere de la risa*

Uraraka: ¡¿OYE PERO QUÉ TE PASA?

Xiang: Sólo te estoy dando lo que te mereces por tóxica y por bullear a todo el mundo, gata miserable

*Carcajadas atrás por Uraraka humillada*

Uraraka: ¡YA ESTOY HARTA DE TODO ESTO! ¡ME LARGO DE AQUÍ! ¡NO SOPORTO MÁS HUMILLACIONES! *Se va enojada*

Natsuki: Bye, bye

[ximo220550]

PIDEME LO QUE QUIERAS Y YO TE LO DARÉ

Hace un rato he terminado de leer:

Pídeme lo que quieras y yo te lo daré

Megan Maxwell

A pesar de las discusiones que provocan sus diferentes caracteres, el empresario Eric Zimmerman y Judith Flores siguen tan enamorados como el día en que sus miradas se cruzaron por primera vez. Juntos han formado una preciosa familia a la que adoran y por la que son capaces de hacer cualquier cosa. Flyn, aquel niño al que Judith conoció al llegar a Múnich, se ha convertido en un adolescente, y tal como les ocurre a la mayoría de los jóvenes, su vida se complica y afecta a todos los que conforman su entorno. El abogado Björn y la exteniente Mel continúan con su bonita historia de amor junto a la «pinsesa» Sami. Sin duda, la convivencia les ha beneficiado mucho. Pero hay algo que Björn no consigue de Mel: que se case con él. Las relaciones de las dos parejas van viento en popa. Se quieren, se respetan, nada parece fuera de lugar, hasta que de repente, personas y sorpresas del pasado irrumpen en sus vidas y lo ponen todo patas arriba. ¿Serán capaces de superar este giro inesperado? ¿Podrá con todo el amor que se profesan?; o, por el contrario, ¿cambiarán sus sentimientos para siempre?

[shootingpuckgoss]

Jacks taste is so disgusting 😭😭idk why yall hype him up he is frat boy hidden in a guy of 23 years old Sammy is just a mean girl with her friends who joke about that. And this new Sami girl is totally pushing the beauty standards with her fake tan all over her place. Boy really needs to grow up or find someone girl who is not all over his ass. And I get the relationship is to is asf but to be around friso who clearly are all over you yet you still have a gf that’s just not it. I’m not a fan of Sammy nor do I care about her but both of them are acting nasty towards each other and disrespectful, in the sense of Jack idk if he could ever be a loyal bf

IKKKKKK

this really is fucked

[fortunetellersdilettante]

khanagi 8- have tame tamara akha jivanani ashcary sathe rah joi shako cho te kyare aavse athava te kya hatun tame kadach tamaru hriday todi nakhyun hase bhutakalaman ketalik vakhat te pahelan jetalu majabut hoy tetalun kyarey taki shakatun nathi te pahelan jetalu saru lagtu nathi ane badhi vato jay tame kaheta hata jay vastuo tame karta hata, te daravajani bahar gaya oh, have tame ek j nahin raho a j vat tame tamari asapasana darekane kaho cho parantu tame jano cho ke teoe a badhu pahelan sanbhalyun che tame vadhun shu kahi shako? jyaare dev tamne java nahin de, tyare tyathi chalya jao (jyaare dev karo) ane tame kone dev karo cho teni madad kari shakta nathi (tame kone dev karo cho teni madad kari shakta nathi) ane tame tamari jatane te aapi rahya cho jyaare tame, vicharo cho ke tame premma cho, oh, 'karan hu te banva mangun chu jay tame mano cho tamara hridayamanthi mokalavaman aavyu chhe. tene akashamanthi mokalavaman aavyu chhe. (akashamanthi mokalavaman aavyu che). maro ek tukado che jay tame gaya pachi chodi de che karan ke tamne ahithi mokalavaman avya che (svargamanthi mokalavaman avya che, oh, karan) hu te banva mangun chu jay tame mano cho tamara hridayamanthi mokalavaman aavyu che (jay akashamanthi mokalavaman aavyu che) ane maro ek tukado che jay tame gaya pachi chodi de che karan ke tamne ahithi mokalavaman avya che

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8- Yanzu za ka iya jira dukan rayuwarka ka yi mamaki A lokacin da za a zo ko inda ya kasance Wataƙila ka yi baƙin ciki sosai Sau da yawa a cikin abubuwan da suka gabata. Kada ka ci gaba da kasancewa da ƙarfi kamar yadda ya kasance a dā Ba shi da kyau kamar yadda ya kasance a dā Za ka yiwuwa son abin da kuke aikatãwa. Abubuwa da kake yi a dā, ka fita daga ƙofar Ah, ba za ka ƙara zama ɗaya ba Wannan ne abin da kake gaya wa kowa da ke kewaye da kai Amma ka san sun ji dukansu a dā Menene kuma za ka iya faɗa? Sa'ad da ƙauna ba za ta bar ka ba, ka tafi (sa'ad da ƙauna) Kuma ba za ka iya taimaka wa wanda kake ƙauna ba (ba za ka iya taimaka wa wanda kake ƙauna ba) Kuma ka sami kanka kana ba da shi Sa'ad da ka yi tunanin kana ƙauna, ka ce, 'sa'an nan Na so in zama wanda kake gaskata da shi Kuma aka saukar da a cikin zukãtanku daga sama, sa'an nan aka mayar da su zuwa ga Allah. Da akwai wani ɓangare na da ke barin idan ka tafi Domin an aiko ka daga (a aika daga sama, a'a, domin) Na so in zama wanda kake gaskata da shi A cikin zuciyarka an aiko daga (a aika daga sama) Kuma akwai wani ɓangare na da ke barin sa'ad da ka tafi Domin an aiko ka daga

priv8- עכשיו אתה יכול לחכות כל החיים שלך תוהה מתי זה יגיע או איפה זה היה יכול להיות שהלב שלך נשבר כמה פעמים בעבר לעולם אל תחזיק מעמד חזק כמו פעם זה לא מרגיש טוב כמו פעם וכל הדברים שנהגת לומר דברים שנהגת לעשות, יצאו ישר מהדלת הו, אתה כבר לא תהיה האחד זה מה שאתה אומר לכל הסובבים אותך אבל אתה יודע ש��ם כבר שמעו הכל בעבר מה עוד אפשר לומר? כשהאהבה לא מאפשרת לך, התרחק (כשאהבה) ואתה לא יכול לעזור למי שאתה אוהב (פשוט לא יכול לעזור למי שאתה אוהב) ואתה מוצא את עצמך נותן את זה כשאתה, חושב שאתה מאוהב, הו, כי אני רוצה להיות זה שאתה מאמין בו בלבבך נשלח, נשלח מן השמים (נשלח מן השמים) יש חתיכה ממני שעוזבת כשאתה הולך; כי אתה נשלח מ (נשלח משמיים, הו, 'כי) אני רוצה להיות זה שאתה מאמין בו בלבבך נשלח מ (נשלח מן השמים) ויש חתיכה ממני שעוזבת כשהלכת כי אתה נשלח מ

priv8- ikhsiu est jechol wait kul hachaim shlech toha the ze yagia oh wheres ze hia jechol weit shahlov shlech neseber kama kalmim beber laolam al tahazik middle hezak kemo time ze lo margish tob kemo time wachel hadbarim shonaget lomer dabrim shonaget leavs, yatsao yasar mahadlat ho, est kibre lo tahia hahed ze mah sureyou ummar live sobebim youfor ebl est yodeia shem kibre simeo all beber mah oud afsar lomer? keshahava lo mafeshrat lech, hatharhak (keshahba) vata lo jechol laasor lemi sureyou ohav (seizure lo jechol laasor lemi sureyou ohav) vata motsa at ited nothan at ze kashata, hoshev sureyou mauhav, ho, cos ani whati weit ze sureyou mamin boo blebbach nischlek, nischlek mn heaven (nischlek mn heaven) ish chick mamney shauzabath kashata holch; cos est nischlek m (nischlek mishmim, ho, 'cos) ani whati weit ze sureyou mamin boo blebbach nischlek m (nischlek mn heaven) weish chick mamney shauzabath keshalcat cos est nischlek m

Priv8- अब आप सोच अपने पूरे जीवन इंतजार कर सकते हैं यह कब आएगा या कहां जाएगा हो सकता है कि आपका दिल टूट गया हो अतीत में कुछ बार कभी भी उतना मजबूत नहीं रहा जितना पहले हुआ करता था यह उतना अच्छा नहीं लगता जितना पहले हुआ करता था और वे सभी बातें जो आप कहते थे चीजें जो आप करते थे, दरवाजे से बाहर चले गए ऊह, अब तुम एक नहीं रहोगे यही आप अपने आस-पास के सभी लोगों को बताते हैं लेकिन आप जानते हैं कि उन्होंने यह सब पहले सुना है आप और क्या कह सकते हैं? जब प्यार आपको नहीं जाने देगा, तो चले जाओ (जब प्यार) और आप जिसकी मदद नहीं कर सकते कि आप किससे प्यार करते हैं (बस जिसे आप प्यार करते हैं उसकी मदद नहीं कर सकते) और आप खुद को इसे दूर देते हुए पाते हैं जब आप, सोचते हैं कि आप प्यार में हैं, ऊह, 'क्योंकि मैं वह बनना चाहता हूं जिस पर आप विश्वास करते हैं आपके दिल में भेजा जाता है, स्वर्ग से भेजा जाता है (स्वर्ग से भेजा जाता है) मेरा एक टुकड़ा है जो तुम्हारे जाने पर चला जाता है क्योंकि आप से भेजे गए हैं (स्वर्ग से भेजे गए, ऊह, 'कारण) मैं वह बनना चाहता हूं जिस पर आप विश्वास करते हैं तेरे हृदय में से भेजा गया है (स्वर्ग से भेजा गया) और मेरा एक टुकड़ा है जो तुम्हारे जाने पर चला जाता है क्योंकि आप से भेजे गए हैं

Priv8- ab aap soch apne poore jeevan intezaar kar sakte hain yah kab aayega ya kahan jayega ho sakta hai ki aapka dil toot gaya ho ateet mein kuchh baar kabhi bhi utana majboot nahi raha jitna pehle hua karta tha yah utana achchha nahi lagta jitna pehle hua karta tha aur ve sabhi baatein jo aap kehte the chizen jo aap karte the, darvaje se bahar chale gaye ooh, ab tum ek nahi rahoge yahi aap apne aas-paas ke sabhi logon ko batate hain lekin aap jaante hain ki unhonne yah sab pehle suna hai aap aur kya kah sakte hain? jab pyar aapko nahi jane dega, to chale jao (jab pyar) or aap jiski madad nahi kar sakte ki aap kisse pyar karte hain (bus jise aap pyar karte hain uski madad nahi kar sakte) or aap khud ko ise door dete hue paate hain jab aap, sochte hain ki aap pyar mein hain, uh, 'kyonki main vah banana chahta hoon jis par aap vishwas karte hain aapke dil mein bheja jaata hai, swarg se bheja jata hai (svarga se bheja jata hai) mera ek tukada hai jo tumhare jaane par chala jaata hai kyonki aap se bheje gaye hain (swarg se bheje gaye, uh, 'karan) main vah banana chahta hoon jis par aap vishwas karte hain tere hriday mein se bheja gaya hai (svarga se bheja gaya) or mera ek tukada hai jo tumhare jaane par chala jaata hai kyonki aap se bheje gaye hain

priv8- tam sim no koj yuav tos koj lub neej tseem wondering Thaum nws yuav tuaj los yog qhov twg nws twb tau Tej zaum koj yuav tau txais koj lub plawv tawg lawm Ob peb zaug yav tag los Yeej tsis kawg li muaj zog li nws siv los Nws tsis xav tias zoo li nws siv ua ntej Thiab tag nrho tej yam uas koj siv los hais Tej yam uas koj siv los ua, mus txoj kev tawm ntawm lub qhov rooj Ooh, tsis muaj ntau yuav koj yog ib tug Ntawd yog li cas koj qhia sawv daws nyob ib ncig ntawm koj Tab sis koj paub tias lawv twb hnov nws ua ntej Koj yuav hais li cas? Thaum hlub yuav tsis pub koj, taug kev deb (thaum hlub) Thiab koj tsis tau pab uas koj hlub (cia li tsis pab uas koj hlub) Thiab koj nrhiav tau koj tus kheej muab nws tam sim ntawd Thaum koj, xav tias koj nyob nraum hlub, ooh, 'ua Kuv xav ua ib tug uas koj ntseeg tias Nyob rau hauv koj lub plawv xa mus, xa saum ntuj ceeb tsheej (xa saum ntuj ceeb tsheej) Nws muaj nws ib daim ntawm kuv uas yoojyim thaum koj ncaim Vim hais tias koj nyob nraum xa los ntawm ntuj ceeb tsheej, ooh, 'ua) Kuv xav ua ib tug uas koj ntseeg tias Nyob rau hauv koj lub plawv xa mus rau saum ntuj ceeb tsheej) Thiab muaj ib daim ntawm kuv uas yoojyim thaum koj ncaim Vim hais tias koj nyob nraum xa los ntawm

priv8- most egész életedben várhatsz csodálkozva Mikor fog eljönni, vagy hol volt Lehet, hogy összetört a szíved Néhányszor a múltban Soha ne tartson olyan erősen, mint régen Nem olyan jó érzés, mint korábban És mindazt, amit mondani szoktál Azok a dolgok, amiket korábban csináltál, egyenesen kimentek az ajtón Ó, többé nem te leszel az Ezt mondod mindenkinek magad körül De tudod, hogy már mindent hallottak Mit mondhatna még? Amikor a szerelem nem engedi, menj el (amikor a szerelem) És nem tehetsz arról, hogy kit szeretsz (csak nem tudsz segíteni, akit szeretsz) És azon kapod magad, hogy odaadod Amikor azt gondolod, hogy szerelmes vagy, ó, mert Én akarok lenni az, akinek hiszel A szívedben küldetett, a mennyből küldve (a mennyből küldve) Van egy darab belőlem, aki elmegy, amikor elmentél Mert küldve vagy (a mennyből küldve, ó, 'ok) Én akarok lenni az, akinek hiszel A szívedben küldve van (a mennyből küldve) És van egy darab belőlem, aki elmegy, amikor elmentél Mert innen küldték

ખાનગી 8- હવે તમે તમારા આખા જીવનની આશ્ચર્ય સાથે રાહ જોઈ શકો છો તે ક્યારે આવશે અથવા તે ક્યાં હતું તમે કદાચ તમારું હૃદય તોડી નાખ્યું હશે ભૂતકાળમાં કેટલીક વખત તે પહેલાં જેટલું મજબૂત હોય તેટલું ક્યારેય ટકી શકતું નથી તે પહેલાં જેટલું સારું લાગતું નથી અને બધી વાતો જે તમે કહેતા હતા જે વસ્તુઓ તમે કરતા હતા, તે દરવાજાની બહાર ગયા ઓહ, હવે તમે એક જ નહીં રહો આ જ વાત તમે તમારી આસપાસના દરેકને કહો છો પરંતુ તમે જાણો છો કે તેઓએ આ બધું પહેલાં સાંભળ્યું છે તમે વધું શું કહી શકો? જ્યારે પ્રેમ તમને જવા નહીં દે, ત્યારે ત્યાંથી ચાલ્યા જાઓ (જ્યારે પ્રેમ કરો) અને તમે કોને પ્રેમ કરો છો તેની મદદ કરી શકતા નથી (તમે કોને પ્રેમ કરો છો તેની મદદ કરી શકતા નથી) અને તમે તમારી જાતને તે આપી રહ્યા છો જ્યારે તમે, વિચારો છો કે તમે પ્રેમમાં છો, ઓહ, 'કારણ હું તે બનવા માંગું છું જે તમે માનો છો તમારા હૃદયમાંથી મોકલવામાં આવ્યું છે. તેને આકાશમાંથી મોકલવામાં આવ્યું છે. (આકાશમાંથી મોકલવામાં આવ્યું છે). મારો એક ટુકડો છે જે તમે ગયા પછી છોડી દે છે કારણ કે તમને અહીંથી મોકલવામાં આવ્યા છે (સ્વર્ગમાંથી મોકલવામાં આવ્યા છે, ઓહ, કારણ) હું તે બનવા માંગું છું જે તમે માનો છો તમારા હૃદયમાંથી મોકલવામાં આવ્યું છે (જે આકાશમાંથી મોકલવામાં આવ્યું છે) અને મારો એક ટુકડો છે જે તમે ગયા પછી છોડી દે છે કારણ કે તમને અહીંથી મોકલવામાં આવ્યા છે

[catzlife]

04.16.01

Still working at the restaurant, still deep into my classes and not going out too much. When i have a free weekend i go out with domingo and charly and jon, sometimes edwin and dre. We’ll go to the movies or go to dennys. Sometimes i’m up late watching movies at dre’s or domingo’s or jon’s or even sometimes at sarah’s.

Since she got her new job we sort of reconnected and we’ve been talking on the phone a lot but she likes having big crowds of people at her house and everyone smokes out like crazy and watches some of the best weirdest movies i’ve ever seen.

And she likes having people spend the night or someone there when she gets home from work because she feels scared. And marc hines is over there a lot, but one night it was just me and her getting super high and watching X-files like it just happened to be on. I said i thought i had a crush on scully. She's cool and quiet and smart and cute and sarah was like she is, she remind me of you. And the conversation went something like:

Me: Me? Really?

S: Yeah, really. You're quiet and smart too. And gorgeous.

Me: Aw, thank you. That's very kind of you. (Not used to these kind of compliments especially from someone who looks like her)

S: It's the truth. You're stunning. You have this exotic look. Like you're from Egypt or something.

Me: Egypt? No, I'm not from Egypt. I'm Cuban. Remember?

S: Of course I remember. But you have this beautiful dark hair and tan skin and these mesmerizing eyes. You look like royalty or something.

Me: Royalty? That's a huge compliment. Thanks.

S: Anytime. And you're humble too. I like that.

And like wow, just when i think i am over it, i am not. But other than that she gives off a very friendly vibe. It’s not like she treats me any differently than like domingo.