#shits and giggs if you will

[adamprrishcycle]

What’s gayer? Ronans obsession with Adam’s hands, or the graphic novel teaser showing us that Ronan tucks his muscle tee into his jeans

When I tell you this made me laugh out loud at work…

Ok time for a poll!

[blenselche]

zim's house has suffered thru their violent homoeroticism for twenty three years, can we get n f for that poor computer

[gigacat]

sahdasjkdhkas so I go to scroll twitter and I just got this pop-up today:

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

House Calls.

Summary: Aaliyah has an elusive charm that can be alluring to some and frustrating to others. Professor Terry is compelled to have her. On one fateful evening at his college buddies bachelor party, he runs into Aaliyah. An interaction he hadn’t imagined would ever happen.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, based off of Players Club, Nasty Talk, Professor!Student. ANGST.

Part three

1999:

Walking into a hair salon was an interesting experience. Pulling into an overly stuffed parking lot in futile anticipation of being in and out “in a decent time.” opening the salon door and walking into a room overflowing with peering eyes full of a mixture of both curiosity and judgment that covers you from your head to the bottom of your favorite shoes. Slinking down into chairs that go from stuffed and comfortable to hard as steel while waiting for the appointment that was due more than an hour ago. Out bursts of group laughter, “girllll, no she didn’t!” and “say what now?!” coupled with the familiar smell of hair sheen spray and neutralizing shampoo that seeps through the fog of sporadic steam that fills the air from the super-wattage, neck-burning hair dyers, steamers and marcel ‘top of your ear frying’ irons, reminds you that this is going to be long day.

Aaliyah Noelle Davenport sat in an unoccupied salon chair within a popular salon in Baton Rouge called Gina’s. Gina’s had been around for over ten years. The pages of her coloring book she was currently scribbling in with old crayons kept her busy so she wouldn’t go snooping around like last time. She burned her fingers touching a curling iron heater.

“He’s back home…coming to pick Aaliyah up in a few…”

Aaliyah’s mother, Rochelle, was currently doing a roller set on a client. She worked the rollers around thick strands of hair with her long, curved, golden nails. Rochelle was a hard working woman. She did hair and worked night shifts at a local motel to pay the bills. Anything to make up for Aaliyah’s father being in prison for six years.

She was the epitome of 90s fine: Rochelle embodied a beauty that was both timeless and undefinable, leaving a permanent imprint on anyone that crossed her path. Her unique blend of elegance, confidence, and charisma inspired and resonated with Aaliyah. That kind of fine isn’t just about looks — it’s about attitude, style, and an effortless grace.

“Make the money, don’t let it make you. Money can't make you anything…only your actions can make you something. Money can buy you things that make life easier but one thing it can’t buy is happiness…”

“Girl, stop acting like you ain’t happy he back home...”

One of her mother’s friends and fellow stylist, Donna, was flipping through one of many hair catalogs the shop owned.

“The less he know the better,” Rochelle added the final touches before she walked her client over to the hooded dryers, “It was one time, that’s it…”

“Rochelle, if you don’t calm your fucking nerves. He won’t ever find the fuck out if you don’t hush!”

“Okay, okay…shit–that’s him coming up right now. Aaliyah?”

“Mhm?” Aaliyah mumbled from her seat while coloring in a teddy bear.

“Your father is here…come on and get ya stuff. He’s gonna take you back to the house while I finish up. C’mon, little girl!”

Aaliyah frowned and pouted her lip while packing away her crayons and coloring book.

“Fix that face. You got homework to do…”

She climbed down from her seat and slipped her Barbie book bag over her shoulders. A candy painted Donk with shiny rims slowed to a stop outside of the salon and Aaliyah’s eyes lit up when she recognized her father’s low–cut ceasar with the deep waves. He shut his door and strolled over to the entrance of the salon with swagger.

Roland Davenport AKA Pressure. He was a smooth cat from Baton Rouge with a nefarious past and a deep love for his daughter. Aaliyah was his entire world.

“Is that my little girl! What’s up, Princess!”

He scooped up his six year old and spun her around. Aaliyah giggled joyfully while clinging onto her father’s crisp white tee. His skin was the deepest brown and blemish free. He flashed his pearly whites at her before giving her a kiss to the forehead. Roland put Aaliyah down and then he made his way over to Rochelle.

Aaliyah watched her parents hug each other affectionately. Their lips connected with a gluttonous passion. Roland’s hands roamed down to cuff Rochelle’s dump trunk and she squeezed his bulging biceps in return.

“Stop! Stop…I’m with a client…”

“How long ya gonna be, baby? I was thinking ‘bout taking my favorite girls out to eat.”

“Oh, yeah?” Rochelle grinned flirtatiously, “Where to?”

“It’s a surprise…”

Aaliyah’s parents talked for a few more minutes before her dad led her out of the salon hand in hand. She skipped along the way. Roland opened the back door and took her back pack so that she could buckle in.

“Daddy, I wanna sit up front.” Aaliyah protested with her sweet little voice, “Please?”

“Liyah. You can’t sit up here today. Maybe next time, okay?”

Aaliyah hung her head before fastening her seatbelt. Roland made his way to the drivers side and climbed in.

“How was school today?” Roland questioned, staring back at his daughter through the rear view mirror.

“Good.” Aaliyah flashed a grin with no two front teeth.

“That’s not what ya momma told me…”

Her smile disintegrated.

Aaliyah fiddled with her pleated, khaki uniform skirt. She avoided her father’s gaze, afraid he’d appear angry and she would be in big trouble.

“Look at me, Liyah…”

She did as she was told, staring up at her father.

“I’m not mad. You had every right to defend yourself. ‘Dem lil’ boys won’t mess with you again after what ya did…”

Aaliyah had been dealing with constant bullying from two little boys in her first grade class. They would pull her long plats, kick the back of her chair, call her names, and other cruel things that always resulted in her crying in the bathroom.

“Now if these lil’ niggas wanna have kids of their own someday, they better leave my daughter alone or I’m putting foot in ass…”

Roland made a silly face at Aaliyah and she couldn’t help but to smile and laugh.

“How ‘bout we make a pit stop to grab a snowball?”

“YAY!!!” Aaliyah cheered, her little arms up in the air like she’d just had a victory lap.

Roland cranked the radio, Sho Nuff by 8ball & MJG blasting through the speakers. Aaliyah could feel the seat beneath her vibrate. She watched her father rap the lyrics, a sudden gush of humid air flooding the car when he let the windows down. Roland extended his arm from the window to greet people he knew, the Chevrolet Impala Donk slow gliding through the hood.

They pulled up to a snowball stand that was situated next to a bowling alley and roller-skate rink. Rolland turned his music down before looking back at Aaliyah over the headrest of his seat.

“Which flavor?”

“Georgia Peach!”

“Aight, munchkin. I’ll be back…”

Roland climbed out of the car, shutting the door behind him. Aaliyah peered out of the open window, her eyes following her father’s retreating frame. What she hadn’t noticed, however, was the way an all black Escalade crept up, all four doors opening in unison.

Everything went in slow motion.

Repeated muzzle flashes sparked the air like it was the Fourth of July.

RAT–rat-rat-rat-rat!!!

Her scream pierced the air.

——

Those memories flooded Aaliyah’s mind that Wednesday morning. She’d woken up in good spirits, ready for her Ethics and Psychology class and a lunch date with a special someone. After showering, Aaliyah slipped on a pair of light grey leggings that molded into her hips, thighs, and booty. She paired it with a fitted, white T-shirt and low top Vans. Glasses on, messy hair pinned back with a claw clip, she threw on a denim jacket and collected her school bag near the front door.

Before she could even leave, a hard, booming knock on the storm door of her Shotgun House caused her forehead to wrinkle with surprise. She paused for a second before walking up to the door. Aaliyah brought one dark brown eye to the peephole.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Aaliyah flinched.

“Aaliyah! Open the door! I know you’re here!”

It was her junkie mother.

She didn’t look like herself.

Acne, dull skin, and self-inflicted wounds from picking at her face. Needle marks and collapsed veins from shooting up.

Rochelle was unrecognizable.

One look at her, and all the trauma from her youth flooded her mind. After her father was shot down, Rochelle went into a deep state of depression. She lost her job at the salon, and the pay checks from her motel job didn’t keep the bills paid. Rochelle had no choice but to seek help from a man. Any man that was willing. She sent Aaliyah away at the age of ten for a few years to live with her estranged grandmother, Ruby. Ruby was a strict, Christian woman with no tolerance for misbehavior or rebellion. She lived in a different Parrish in rural Louisiana, closer to Shelby Springs.

Aaliyah was made to do yard and farm work. She had Bible studies on weekends and couldn’t hang with many children because their parents weren’t ‘Godly Folk’. The only thing Aaliyah really enjoyed was horseback riding whenever her grandmother would visit a church friend. When Aaliyah was nearing fourteen, she started sneaking out to see an older boy. Word got around and Ruby lashed out on Aaliyah.

“I didn’t have sex with him! We were just kissing!”

Aaliyah wailed, hands raised to brace herself from her grandmother’s blows.

“You’re just like your mother! Can’t keep your legs closed! Don’t lie to me, Aaliyah! I know you slept with that boy!” Ruby shouted.

She couldn’t stay there any longer. Aaliyah called her mother that same night, begging her to come get her. Rochelle drove an hour out and when Ruby opened her door, Rochelle shoved past her mother.

“You put your hands on my child?! You evil bitch!”

Aaliyah watched from the top of the stairs with her packed bags. Rochelle and Ruby were in the middle of a screaming match.

“You asked for my help, remember?! She lives under my roof, she abides by my rules!” Ruby argued.

“But did I ask you to beat on my child?! Just the same ol’ shit with you! I can’t even rely on you to be there for my daughter—”

“OH! Now look who’s talking. You couldn’t even get your shit together after Roland died to be a mother. Which man is it now paying the bills, Rochelle?! Look at all this,” Ruby pointed to Rochelle’s jewelry and designer, “Don’t look like you struggling to me.”

Rochelle remained silent, scornful eyes glaring at Ruby.

“Aaliyah! Let’s go…”

She hadn’t seen her mother in almost four years. Rochelle looked…fancy.

“Sully is in the car…He drove me here…I missed you, Liyah…”

Ruby watched with folded arms. She locked eyes with Aaliyah, a look of guilt flashing across her face for just a second. They left without a backwards glance.

Aaliyah was very careful around Sully. He was a drug dealer, bringing home money and gifts to spoil Aaliyah. She became used to the revolving door of other criminals entering her home. She was just happy to with her mother again. Aaliyah focused on her studies and poured herself into cheerleading and hip hop majorette.

Eventually, things started to go downhill. Rochelle was introduced to harder drugs, Sully owed people money and he had gambling debts. Things in their home started to disappear, bills were piling up, and Sully turned violent. It took for Ruby and Aaliyah to fight back for Sully to finally leave. It opened the same wound of her father’s death, Rochelle unable to stay strong. Rochelle’s addiction became worse, so bad to the point that she would steal from her own daughter.

Aaliyah couldn’t handle it. As soon as she graduated high school, she got her own place and left her mother behind. It broke her heart, but in order for her to evolve, she needed to break free. Aaliyah hated working at Hooters, and when she turned twenty–six, she started stripping at Crazy Horse.

“Make the money, don’t let it make you…”

Aaliyah opened the front door, but the storm door remained locked. Aaliyah stared down at her mother. Rochelle looked desperate and more frail than the last time she showed up. She’d relapsed again.

“Hey, baby…”

Rochelle pressed her hands against the door.

“Can you help me? I need some cash—”

“I gave you five hundred dollars when I last saw you, momma. I see you back on that shit again…”

Rochelle hung her head in shame.

“I’m trying, Aaliyah. You don’t understand how hard it is.”

“You’ve tried for over twenty years now. I’m tired of helping you and all you do is use me. Weren’t you staying with Mama Ruby?”

She definitely wasn’t staying with Aaliyah.

“I can’t stay wit’ you?”

“Hell no.” Aaliyah quipped.

“I’m your fucking mother!”

“Did you forget what happened the last time you lived with me?! You stole shit from my house! I don’t trust you!”

Aaliyah didn’t need this. She had to go to school.

“Please…please, Li–Li. I’m hungry…I’m broke…pleaseeee…”

Aaliyah stared her mother down with a venomous glance. There will always be a soft spot for Rochelle, but the repeated hurt was exhausting. Seeing her mother like this broke her heart. She just couldn’t stop using.

“Okay…”

Aaliyah opened her storm door. Rochelle slipped inside quickly. Aaliyah kept a watchful eye on her mother while she admired Aaliyah’s cozy home.

“C’mon…”

They entered Aaliyah’s kitchen. Rochelle climbed onto a bar stool, peering around with a nervous look. Aaliyah opened her fridge, bringing out leftover catfish and grits she’d prepared last night for dinner.

“That piece right there…yeah…”

Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

She gave her mother the thickest piece of catfish and a good portion of cheesy grits. While the food heated, Aaliyah reclined her plush bottom against the counter. She stared her mother down, unable to shake the pain that fought to bubble to the surface.

“How’s school?” Rochelle questioned, unable to avoid picking at her skin.

Aaliyah tampered down her resentment and cleared her throat to speak.

“Good. I’ll be graduating in June.”

“That’s good, baby. Real good…June…How many tickets you gettin’?”

“Uhm,” Aaliyah checked on the catfish, “Not really sure yet.”

“Still dancing?”

Aaliyah rubbed her arms.

“No.”

The smell of the crispy fish wafted her mother’s nose. Aaliyah opened the oven to retrieve it. The grits on the stove top were nice and smooth now. After plating the food, Aaliyah wrapped it with aluminum foil and slid it across the kitchen island to her mother. She opened her pantry to grab a plastic fork and knife, securing it with some paper towels before holding it out towards her mother.

“I can’t sit here and eat?”

“You know you can’t…”

“Aaliyah—”

“Look, I have class. I’m gon’ miss it if you don’t take this shit and leave—”

“LOOK,” Rochelle stood, “I’m sorry you hate me so much. I’m sorry about all that shit, but I’m still your mother, Li–Li.”

“Oh? Last time I remember you being a mother was when I was six years old. Anything after that don’t count.” Aaliyah fired back.

Rochelle parted her cracked lips to speak, but her words stilled in her throat. Her tears flowed down her face and she wiped them away with the back of her dingy sleeve. Aaliyah stood before her with a rigid expression.

“Okay, I’ll leave…”

Rochelle grabbed her plate of food and Aaliyah stepped out of the way for her to walk in front of her. Tears prickled her eyes but she hastily pulled herself together. Aaliyah followed her mother towards the front door. She opened it, unable to reach her mother’s gaze.

“I love you, Li–Li…”

A solemn tear cascaded down Aaliyah’s face.

“…think you could look out for me?”

Aaliyah released a sigh before reaching into her bag. She plucked out whatever cash she had– one hundred and fifty dollars– handing it over to her mother.

Rochelle accepted it shamefully.

“Thank you, Li–Li. Take care of yourself…”

——

Professor Richmond carried his brown leather briefcase with him into the lecture hall. There were already students present the more he approached his desk in his brown dress shoes. His oceanic eyes swept the rows of students, his gaze zeroed into a vacant desk. Bringing his Apple Watch up, he was right on schedule. She would be arriving late today it seems.

Terry couldn’t go the remainder of his weekend into the early weekday without Aaliyah crossing his mind. She invaded and consumed him without her physical presence. He was two grand broker and overjoyed. He’d spend more on her in a millisecond. That shapely body is a walking sin. He found himself daydreaming of how it would feel to press his muscles into the softness of her curves. How would the curl of his biceps feel around her thighs? The ridges of his abdomen beneath her hands as she explored?

“I hope you all read up on Darwin and The Moral Sense. We’re jumping straight into discussion…”

Terry removed his navy blue suit jacket, then he rolled up the sleeves to his white, button down shirt that he wore tucked into matching navy blue slacks. He used a red Expo marker to write: Chapter Three of The Descent of Man. After capping the marker, he turned his attention to the class. With his pointer finger, he pushed his glasses back from the bridge of his nose.

“The keystone significance of morality in human distinctness is clearly asserted by Darwin in the first sentence…and the quote says….”

Terry snapped his fingers before pointing at a student within the second row with their hand raised. A white male with wooly, dark brown hair and a hooked nose.

“I fully subscribe to the judgment of those writers who maintain that of all the differences between man and the lower animals—”

“The moral sense of conscience is by far the most important, correct, James. But why is that?”

He cast his penetrating eyes across his students before flicking his gaze at the door. Another student bravely raised their hand and Terry motioned for them to speak. He continued to lecture shortly after that.

“We know from his notebooks that Darwin was reading the contemporary philosophical literature about moral behavior in 1837…”

As he continued, pacing in front of his desk, hands in the pockets of his slacks, the absence of Aaliyah weighed heavy on him. Minutes ticked away and soon enough, class was dismissed. Terry spoke with a student after class about the grade he’d given them for the midterm paper before packing away his things and leaving.

He made it back to his makeshift office space, shut the door and shuffled inside, careful not to knock his briefcase into stacks of decades old textbooks and files. With his thumb and pointer finger, he flicked on his table lamp, a yellow glow igniting the space. The swivel chair situated at his rectangular, wooden desk creaked slight as he settled down. Terry cracked his wrists, a habit of his when he felt too wound up.

iPhone in hand, he found Aaliyah’s contact.

“Here,” Terry handed Aaliyah his phone, “Put your number in.”

Aaliyah stared up at Terry through her curled lashes with a smile that enticed him into a further aroused state. She held out her small hand and made a come hither motion. Terry felt his phone slip from his fingertips and watched her with a sharp gaze and a slight smirk. She typed away, and he caught her eye before she saved it.

Terry texted her phone later that evening and Aaliyah replied with a kiss emoji.

Terry: Goodnight, Beautiful ❤️

Aaliyah: Nite Professor 😘

He texted her on Sunday, not saying much, just a simple greeting. He didn’t want to come off too strong, although he was fiendish for her attention.

Terry: Hi, Aaliyah. Hope you slept well ❤️ Any plans for today?

Aaliyah: Hi 😏 slept well thanks for asking. how was your sleep? & I’m currently out to brunch with friends.

Terry: You’re welcome. had a great rest. Brunch is fun. I’m sure you look great 😌

Aaliyah: I do 😉

Terry: SO BEAUTIFUL 😍

Aaliyah: Thank you ❤️ can’t wait to see you on Wednesday.

Terry: I’m looking forward to it ❤️

Terry sent Aaliyah a new text.

Terry: Hey, is everything okay?

It wasn’t like her to miss class. Terry unfastened the first few buttons of his shirt. He stood to stretch his sore legs from his workout earlier, easing his way over to the only window in his office. Terry looked out the window. The sky was tar-black and the large clouds seemed as if they were moving towards him. He heard a tapping on the window and then it became a pitter-patter. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and he could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.

Buzz Buzz

Terry back tracked to his desk, reaching over and grabbing his phone.

Aaliyah: I’m sorry I missed class, Terry. Everything isn’t okay actually. I wasn’t feeling it. Can I call you?

Terry: Yes

He answered immediately.

Terry took a seat, “Hello?”

“Hi…”

Her voice sent chills down his spine.

Terry sensed her sadness.

“Want to talk about it?”

“…Can we still meet for lunch?”

“We can. It’s raining pretty bad out. Sure you’ll be okay driving?”

“I’ll be fine, I’m standing on my back porch right now…looks like it’s slowing down.”

“Okay. Uh…I was thinking Noir. It’s a nice jazz inspired restaurant and it’s a great vibe for cozy and intimate dining. Do you need me to pick you up?”

“No, that’s okay. I can meet you there. I know Noir.”

“Okay, drive safely, love.” Terry said.

“I will, you too. See you there.”

——

Noir didn’t have many patrons that afternoon, and Terry wasn’t complaining. He scooted himself into a booth, the dim light hanging above him so dull as if a shade had been cast upon it. His wet dress shoes squeaked slightly as he made himself comfortable. Terry ordered two filtered waters with lemon and hot water to soak the silverware. His legs swung back and forth beneath the booth table anxiously. Eyes that appeared turquoise glanced towards the entrance and he made out the silhouette of Aaliyah Davenport entering.

She must’ve gotten caught in the rain. She was dressed casually, a large Louis Vuitton tote bag over her right shoulder and a denim jacket flung over her left arm. She paused, eyes searching for Terry. He leaned further out of the booth and waved her down. Aaliyah fixed her gaze on him and a small smile graced her beautiful lips. Terry watched her saunter over, and the further she approached, the more her smile brightened.

Terry stood, fixing his pants since they had ridden up on his thighs and bulged around his crotch. Aaliyah slowed down to a stop before him, an awkward pause with nervous glances between them. Ultimately, Terry opened his arms and Aaliyah giggled before wrapping her arms around him. Terry caught a whiff of her hair; coconut and hibiscus. Mmm…he could feel the slight dampness of her curls through his dress shirt.

Her T-shirt beneath his fingertips was slightly wet from the rain droplets. Aaliyah broke away from him and gave him one last look before settling into the booth. Terry followed, situated across from her. He loved how natural and beautiful she looked. Her curls were slightly heat damaged at the ends, giving it personality. She wasn’t wearing her glasses today, Terry able to enjoy those pretty brown eyes again. Her hoop earrings swung as she swept hair from her eyes.

“I ordered us some water for now if that’s okay.” Terry mentioned.

“That’s ‘awrite with me, Professor.”

She has such a cute voice. Honeyed.

“I hope I didn’t miss anything crucial. I’m sorry.” Aaliyah apologized.

“Don’t be. We discussed chapter three…have you read it?”

“I have. No assignments?” Aaliyah replied.

“No—Aaliyah, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t care to talk about class. He wanted to know what was bothering her. She looked so saddened. It didn’t sit right with him.

“Uh…it’s a lot. I don’t wanna pour my shit out on you.”

“I’m willing to listen, if you’ll let me. No pressure…”

Aaliyah tilted her head and considered his words. Their water arrived and the waiter was ready to take their orders. Aaliyah hadn’t even looked over the menu.

“Give us another minute, please? Thanks…”

Aaliyah started flipping through the menu. The conical body of the saxophone in the background soothing.

Terry decided to order them an appetizer. Mini crab bites. He wasn’t too sure what to order for lunch.

“Do you like crab bites?” Terry asked.

“I do. That sounds good,” Aaliyah peered up at him with a timid smile, “I was thinking of getting a salmon ceasar salad.”

“Tasty,” Terry stroked his goatee, “I’ll probably do a shrimp Po’Boy.”

Their waiter circled back and Terry ordered everything. Alone again, they sipped their water and caught each other’s eye. Aaliyah pushed the wedge of lemon in her glass down further with her straw. She released a sigh before leaning against the table.

“My momma showed up today. Right when I was leaving for school.”

“Ya’ momma? I take it you’re not happy about that…”

Aaliyah’s eyes glistened. Terry wanted to reach out and stroke her soft cheek.

“My mom is a drug addict. Been an addict since I was sixteen.”

Terry allowed what she revealed to him to settle into his mind. He gave her a slow nod, and his eyes fixated on her deeper.

Aaliyah continued with a shaky voice, “After my father was killed, she became depressed and she blamed herself for the longest time. I was there when it happened…saw the whole thing,” Aaliyah rubbed her arms, “He hadn’t even been out of prison for a year and he was shot…”

Terry watched her straighten her back and sniffle, trying her best to calm herself down.

“My momma’s been in and out of rehab. I’ve help her, my grandmomma helped her…she stole from me, disappointed me every single time…” Aaliyah stared down at her hands, “And all she can think to do is show up on my doorstep with her hands out. That broke me.”

Terry twisted his full lips and his eyes fell to her hands. He watched the way her fingers fiddled. With an impulse so strong, he covered her hands with his much larger ones, stroking them with his thumbs. Aaliyah watched the way his hands worked to sooth her. Like he was massaging the stress out of her. Aaliyah exhaled, and then she locked eyes with Terry.

“I love her so much…”

“I know you do, I can see it…I can feel it.” Terry spoke softly.

He released her hands so she could thumb away a tear.

“I’m so sorry, Aaliyah. Sorry about your father. Sorry about your mom…”

“Thank you, Terry. I really appreciate it. I know this is supposed to be a nice lunch. I feel like I’m ruining it with my fuckin’ bullshit.”

“There’s nothing ruined, love. I’m happy you felt comfortable enough to open up to me about it. I just don’t like seeing you like this…your mom isn’t willing to get help?”

“That’s the thing,” Aaliyah took a sip of her water to help get rid of the lump in her throat, “She’s been in and out of rehab plenty of times. It’s this guy she keeps running back to. I don’t really remember his name…all I know is that he’s a dealer. She’s always had a thing for criminals.”

“Your grandmother, what’s up with that?—am I asking too many questions?”

“No, no,” Aaliyah shook her head, “My grandma is…her and my mom have always had a strained relationship. She’s attempted to help, but it never works out. There’s a lot of unresolved issues and my mom just can’t stick around long enough to deal wit’ it, ya know?”

“I get it. What was your father like?”

Aliyah frowned slightly, “He was so funny. Had so much swagger to ‘em. Loved cars. He got himself mixed up in some shit. He was doing a favor for a friend that turned out to be a robbery and it landed him in prison.”

She had this faraway look in her eyes, as if she were recalling the nostalgic feeling of being with her dad.

“…I saw him…die…and…” Aaliyah exhaled, “Took me a while to shake it…”

“Damn,” Terry hung his head, “Aaliyah, that’s heavy…”

Terry squeezed her hands and sought out her gaze. Aaliyah looked across at him and a single tear cascaded down her cheek. Terry released her hand and lifted from his seat, scooting in next to her. He snatched up a few napkins and dabbed her face gently.

“It’s okay…it’s okay, Aaliyah…so sorry…”

One hand rubbed her shoulder while she bawled up the used napkin in her hand. With one last sniffle, Aaliyah turned her brown eyes that reminded him of cognac through a glass and just then, she leaned in and those lips he’d desired to feel grazed his cheek with a feather–like touch before molding into his skin with a pressure so soothing his eyelash’s fluttered in satisfaction.

“Thanks for listening,” Aaliyah whispered in his ear.

Terry turned his head at an angle towards her. He gave her a searing, sideways glance.

“You’re welcome. Anytime…”

“Crab bites…”

Startled, Terry leaped up from his seat and returned to his side of the booth. Aaliyah thanked the waiter and they put in their orders. Terry and Aaliyah shared the appetizer. After chewing, Aaliyah licked her lips before speaking.

“Tell me a little more about Terry Richmond.”

Terry gave Aaliyah an attractive half–smirk. 

“Ask me and you shall receive.”

“Why teaching? Is that something you’ve always had a passion for?”

“That’s a really good question. Uh…yes. I was an instructor when I spent time in the Marines. I trained Marines for combat and firearms. Each day was new and exciting. I’ve always had this…desire to share knowledge, inspire others, and make a positive impact. Although my pops wanted me to continue into the Marines, I fell in love with Psychology. So…I got my PhD a year ago, and here I am.”

Aaliyah sat her face into her hands with her elbows propped up on the table, listening to him like he was retelling a fairytale story. Her eyes sparkled with joy at listening to him drone on about moving to North Carolina with his parents after Katrina, enlisted into the Marines, finished his undergrad, living there up until the age of twenty–seven before he moved back to Louisiana to attend LSU. Both of his parents are still together and living in North Carolina. Their food arrived and they tucked in, talking in between bites.

Terry was happy that Aaliyah is in better spirits. She smiled and giggled and it warmed his heart. She thanked him for cheering her up. Terry was honored. The topic veered to hobbies and interests. Aaliyah shared that she used to be a majorette dancer.

“Fishing? Living outdoors? Wow. I grew up doing farm work and riding horses but nothing that deep,” Aaliyah responded with a giggle.

“I can take you sometime…show you what it’s like.”

Terry cocked his head to the side and stared at Aaliyah. She held onto his gaze, the tip of her tongue peeking through her teeth. Terry wanted to wrap his full lips around her tongue and suck on it.

“So…is it a date then? Taking me fishing and camping, Professor?” Aaliyah teased.

“I’ll take you anywhere,” Terry slurped down some water.

“Anywhere?” Aaliyah dragged out with her cutesy voice and lips twinged with a sultry smile.

“Anywhere…anything for you.”

“I like the sound of that,” Aaliyah smiled, “You’ve earned the privilege to spoil me.”

They laughed in unison.

“How did I earn it, exactly?” Terry quirked a brow up and narrowed his eyes playfully.

“Giving me two thousand dollars cash was enough to let me know,” Aaliyah replied bluntly.

Terry chucked. He licked his lips, eyes scanning the space before he lowered his voice an octave, “You liked that, huh?”

“More than you’ll ever know…”

“Let me know, girl…”

Aaliyah tucked her chin and giggled.

“Let me know…” Terry persisted.

“I didn’t like it I love it. I’m a princess and I should be treated accordingly.”

Terry’s eyelids lowered slightly. He leaned in on his arms, eyes roaming her body before staring into her eyes again. He felt a sensation so deep within his ripped core. Something akin to butterflies. Aaliyah excited him. That mouth on her…he loved it.

“The minute I laid my eyes on you at that bachelor party…you were gettin’ all my money…”

“Good, that’s what I wanted,” Aaliyah nibbled on her straw with a teasing smile.

Terry licked his lips. He stared at her through his spectacles while his fingers drummed against the table slowly. Aaliyah sat her glass down and leaned back against the booth.

Staring.

They were practically eye–fucking each other.

Beneath that table, Aaliyah took it upon herself to run her pointed, left foot up Terry’s right leg. She did it achingly slow. It traveled up and up until she stopped with her foot propped up against his seat between his legs. Terry did one lazy sweep of his eyes over her foot and his teeth latched onto his bottom lip.

”Aaliyah…”

“Huh?”

Terry was going to lose it. Lose all his control. He was itching to walk her to the back of the restaurant, push her into a bathroom stall, and beat that fat pussy up with her chest against the door and his large hands keeping her pinned in place and stable on that dick.

“If I could tell you how beautiful you are…how gorgeous you are a million times I would. The moment I laid eyes on you at the beginning of the semester…I couldn’t ignore it. The feeling. I just knew that I had to have you…”

Aaliyah sat transfixed by his words. Lips slightly parted, eyes misty. He loved that look on her face. He wanted her to look at him like that in a kneeled position with his dick hanging in her face waiting to be tended to.

The thoughts in his mind…

“Wow,” Aaliyah chuckled breathlessly, “You want me that bad, huh? Wow…”

She acted as if a man never pined for her so deep like Terry. His unspoken energy even spoke volumes.

He. Needed. Aaliyah.

Professor or not.

“You don’t even know…”

“Mm,” Aaliyah shut her eyes and nibbled on her bottom lip. Her eyes opened slowly, “Terry…you gotta stop.”

They chuckled, Aaliyah’s thighs clenching beneath the table and Terry’s thighs swinging back and forth.

“Why stop?” Terry whispered.

Aaliyah kisses her teeth, “‘Cause…”

Her cute voice was enough to make the tip of his dick respond. He could feel himself leaking.

Thank God the waiter returned with the check. Terry paid the tab, and Aaliyah looked at him, not quite ready to go. Terry didn’t want to, but he had an evening course starting within the next hour or so and he needed to head back to campus.

Fuck that class. Look what’s in front of of you, nigga…

“You ready?” Terry questioned reluctantly.

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They hadn’t even made it out of Noir for two seconds before it started again. They quickened their pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. Up to now, the sky had been postcard-perfect, but it was changing. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of clouds were forming, blotting out the old-gold colour of the sun.

Aaliyah got the first splatter of rain when she was halfway across the parking lot. She took shelter under her Jean jacket, hoping that she could see out past the shower. Terry’s brawny bicep pulled her closer while he covered himself with his own jacket. Droplets of moisture began to drip from the leaves. They were sprinkling onto the concrete like a gardener’s hose. Then the rainfall became more intense. A wall of rain moved over the oak trees and the drops were drumming against the tops of cars. So much rain was falling that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise. It reminded her of the rotor blades on a helicopter.

Terry’s truck was closer. He rushed to fling the door opened, helping Aaliyah inside before sprinting to his side and climbing in. He slammed the door shut before tossing his drenched suit jacket onto the back seat. The humidity caused the car windows to fog as it poured. Eventually, the noise lessened and the drops faded into a musical chime. They sought out each other’s gaze and laughed.

Aaliyah threw her head back and sighed with contempt. This was a great lunch date. She was so happy she came. After bawling her eyes out about her mother, she needed some fun. Terry was more than just his looks. He was so refreshing. Such a gentleman. Hard working. So deeply fascinated with her. And it was more than just a lustful gaze. A gaze Aaliyah was more than used to. No. This man wanted her.

Aaliyah turned her cheek against the headrest to watch him. Terry felt her eyes and he gave her his undivided attention.

“I want to see you again, as soon as possible, Aaliyah.”

The urgency in his voice let her know he was a man about action.

“I’ll let you know what my days are looking like…okay?”

Terry hummed. The sound vibrated her core. He was impatient.

“Why not check on that now? Friday for an hour and thirty minute class ain’t enough.”

The bite in his voice sounded so much different from his professional tone. Aaliyah was stunned.

“Okay,” She pulled out her phone from her bag, “I have plans Saturday with friends…”

“Friday night?”

“Nothing.” Aaliyah replied.

“Then how about Friday? I’ll take you to dinner.”

“I have to study, Terry.” Aaliyah said, a playful glint in her eyes.

Aaliyah clocked the way Terry’s chest rose and fell with each deep breath. She imagined what he looked like beneath his business attire. Her imagining could only conjure up enough for her to fantasize about. She needed to see the real thing. Up close. Touch on him and memorize the planes and valleys of muscle threatening to bring the freak out of her. He looked like he could bench press and squat three times her size and Aaliyah wanted to test that theory. In many positions.

“I’ll help you study.”

“Isn’t that cheating?!” Aaliyah replied.

“It’s called tutoring, baby girl.”

Baby girl? Oh fucking hell…

Aaliyah became acutely aware of her nipples hardening. So did Terry. His eyes were glued to her breasts sitting up and jutted out.

Terry reached down beside him and his seat reclined back. Aaliyah’s heart skipped a beat. He gave her a pointed look. Aliyah’s eyes fell to his inviting lap…and a rather mountainous bulge…

It was as if the blood coursing through his body carried downward and pooled into his…

The veins in his arms…she could see them clearer now. His large hands resting against his thighs…that man spread…she felt a buzzing in her ears. The silent dominance in his posture…

Aaliyah lifted from her seat in a frenzy, Terry scooped her up with one powerful arm around her waistline and Aaliyah climbed over his lap. She sat herself snugly over his thick bulge that protruded from the crotch of his navy blue slacks like an eruption was waiting to happen. Her fat pussy sat on that protrusion and her breath hitched.

“Professor…”

Terry’s large hands double–cuffed her thick ass and he forced his grip upward, arching her back. Those thick, long fingers sank into the plump flesh as he groped her. One hand above her, pressed against the roof of the car, Aaliyah allowed the feeling of him squeezing and jiggling her cakes to consume her.

His glasses had fogged up. Their mingled, uneven breaths along with the sound of the leather seats filled the space between them. Aaliyah felt his hands smooth around to the junction between her thighs and booty and he applied force, making her ass move on its own—left cheek, right cheek— peering down over her shoulder while she was pressed against him. Aaliyah had her feet folded over his knees.

“Ughhh….”

A deep grunt followed by his arms wrapping around her waist tight. Biceps cutting into her back. The new position had Aaliyah sitting over his print harder. They sat like that for a few minutes, Terry’s nose was pressed against her neck, inhaling cool air and exhaling heated air that caused goosebumps to spread.

His arms loosened and Aaliyah tilted her head down to meet his eyes. She removed Terry’s glasses, resting them inside of his cup holder. The interior of his car smelled like blackberry clove and leather. He smelled like sandalwood. Those eyes. She got lost in them before tearing her gaze away to stare at his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Terry asked softly.

Aaliyah closed the space between them and one of Terry’s hands tangled into her wet coils while his other hand sat above her ass. They gave each other an open–mouthed kiss filled with a feverish need for each other. Wet smacking noises sent signals of arousal. Eyes closed, heads swiveling, equally tasty and soft lips molding into each other’s. Aaliyah allowed her hands to run beneath his dress shirt and white better, coming into contact with warm skin stretched over an impressive physique.

“Unh…”

She found herself moaning.

A single finger of Terry’s traced the waistline of her leggings. The sensation caused her body to shiver. Aaliyah sat up, leaning back against his steering wheel. Terry locked eyes with her while his fingers brushed from her waist down to her pussy. The heat radiating from there could have added to the fog on the windows .

“You deserve so much…you’re so fuckin’ sexy…”

Aaliyah adjusted herself to tilt her body against his so that Terry could put his hand down her leggings.

“Damn…it’s like that, baby?”

“Uh-huh…”

Terry’s hand cupped her fat pussy through her thong. Aaliyah clung to his shoulders while holding his gaze. Terry’s tongue—thick and pink—poked out and Aaliyah accepted the invitation of touching tongues with him. His fingers moved her panties to the side. He grunted into Aaliyah’s mouth.

“Damn…damn…”

His fingers rubbed up and down. Aaliyah spread her thighs further.

“There you go…nasty girl… spreading your legs like that…want me to touch all over this pussy…I like that…”

His words. She whimpered when his fingers started doing that up and down motion between her swollen labia and over her stiff clit. Aaliyah couldn’t believe how wet her pussy is. Creamy viscous spread all over her.

“Unh…Terry…”

“This what you think about? You think about me expressing how much I want you with my fingers in your pussy?…”

Two fingers sank deep. Aaliyah’s mouth dropped open. Terry’s brows furrowed and his eyes would flicker from her face to his hand moving up and down in her leggings.

“Aaliyah…this lil’ pussy tight, girl…I can’t believe I’m fingering you right now…”

He looked like he couldn’t believe it. Jade eyes intense.

“It’s s–s–so, wet…”

His words stuttered out in disbelief.

“My pussy like you just as much as I do, Professor…”

Aaliyah chewed on her bottom lip and her head lulled back. She started bouncing on his fingers. Damn, she missed this. She missed being fingered the proper way. She ain’t have dick in almost a year. The last man to have her was a mistake and not even worth mentioning. All she could focus on was keeping her legs spread and that pussy open.

“Good girl…you follow directions well…I like that,” Terry dragged his teeth along his bottom lip, “Look at me, Aaliyah…”

She did as she was told.

“I played your little game. Now what?”

He was toying with her.

This man…this was another side to him she was more than excited to see.

“Now you make me cum…make me cum, Professor.”

Terry chuckled, “Make this pussy cum?”

His fingers were knuckle deep.

“Send me home in a puddle, Terry…”

“Mmm…that sweet, little voice gon’ get you in trouble…keep moaning…uh-huh…mhmmmm…”

Aaliyah clamped down on his fingers. She lowered her head over his headrest and rode out her orgasm. So intense. It hit her like a freight train. Terry pressed deeper, stroking a spot that had Aaliyah crying. Terry gently withdrew his fingers. Aaliyah’s breaths slowed down, but her body was still recovering from the after shocks.

His hand resurfaced just as the sun peered over the storm clouds. The aroma of her pussy and the cum clinging to his fingers flooded her nose in the best way. Terry held his manicured fingers up. Aaliyah locked her gaze on creamy–white goodness all over his fingers and dripping down to his wrist.

Terry played with it. Rubbing his fingertips together. Spreading his fingers to see how slimy it looked. Aaliyah watched him suck each finger while his eyes never left her face.

“I taste good?” Aaliyah asked with a smile.

“Fuckin’ amazing, baby…”

Terry licked his lips and Aaliyah leaned in to steal a kiss. They kissed for some time before Terry broke away. He released a growl of frustration.

“I gotta head back to campus…I have an exam for my next class…”

Aaliyah pecked his lips before climbing off his lap and into her seat. Terry had his lip pouted while fixing himself. Aaliyah giggled, her eyes dropping down to his neglected erection. He caught her watching, grabbing her wrist and sitting her hand over his bulge.

It…was…thick…

“It’s so big…”

Aaliyah explored, squeezing and stroking…Terry swiped his bottom lip with his tongue and closed his eyes for a second to gather himself. Aaliyah removed her hand and Terry looked over at her like he didn’t want her to stop. Ever. She didn’t want to go, but Terry needed to get back to Campus. The last thing she’d ever want to do is sabotage his career.

“I don’t want to leave, but it’s okay…I’ll see you Friday, right?” Terry questioned, grabbing Aaliyah’s hand and kissing the back of it over and over.

“Yes. I’ll be there…”

Terry made a come hither motion and Aaliyah obeyed, slipping him some final tongue before they parted ways. Terry put his glasses back on, giving Aaliyah one final look of longing. She knew she had to be the one to leave him behind because if she didn’t, he would have skipped the class and spent the rest of the day proving to her just how much he needed her.

“Bye, Professor.”

Aaliyah opened the car door. She hopped down from his truck, grabbing her jean jacket. She blew Terry a kiss before shutting his door and heading towards her Jeep.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the taste of her pussy on his tongue and her scent on his fingers while he lectured.

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Aaliyah 🌹: Studying for an exam tomorrow. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I had a really great time today 😏 just might touch myself thinking about it. Sweet Dreams, Professor. Xoxoxo 👄

Terry moved towards his living room, an NBA game on in the background. He was shirtless with black joggers on and a durag over his short curls. A single gold cross chain sat in the middle of his pecs. The heels of his socked feet sat into the throw rug beneath him. He had grilled salmon, broccoli, and dirty rice for dinner.

Aaliyah.

That woman awakened something primal in him. Although his eyes bounced back and forth across the screen, his mind wandered to the way his taste buds craved more pussy. He had such a good time getting to know her. The way her lips felt like the softest cushion against his lips. The soft, little whimpers she made drove him crazy. He dragged a hand down his face.

He studiously ignored the monster in his joggers.

Could’ve been full of something else if you had just taken what was in front of you.

The game did nothing to calm down his body. He flipped through the channels looking for something, anything to distract himself from the length of his dick pulsing against his thigh. Terry shifted his hips on the couch, the fight to ignore it impossible.

“Send me home in a puddle, Terry.”

Terry could still hardly believe that he had Aaliyah in his lap, lips against hers, fingers deep in her pussy, and in public. The morbid excitement from earlier returned to him in tenfold, echoing in the throb of his manhood. He stared forward at the movements on his television unseeingly, fighting his mind as it tried to conjure up an image of himself between Aaliyah’s legs. Her pretty pussy gleaming at him naughtily making his mouth water. He wanted to be the only one to taste her for as long as he lived. To bury his face in between her buttery–smooth thighs to kiss, lick and tongue fuck her until she was a whimpering, quivering mess. His name a constant chant on her lips as she feebly tried to push him away after her orgasm. He wouldn’t stop. Not until all she wanted was him.

“Terry…Terry…right there, Terry…”

“Shit,” he grunted as he lifted his hips off the couch slightly, pulling his joggers down to his thighs, his engorged dick springing free, curving up to look at him. The purpling head waved in the air at him in greeting and invitation. Terry scrubbed a hand over his face at the sight, exasperated at his excitement for a girl he’d never seen naked and his inability to turn this shit off. Sleep wasn’t going to come easily to him if he didn’t take care of big boy first.

Terry’s eyes tracked a drop of precum as it dribbled over his head and down his pulsating shaft, collecting at his heavy balls. His dick was quite literally demanding attention, the veins overly pronoucned along the sides beating in time with his heart, and he was hard pressed not to give in. He hadn’t touched himself in a few days, work had kept him busy and the thoughts of Aaliyah after the bachelor party had given him a reason to. He quickly contemplated walking back to his room and using his fleshlight to get the job done before he decided against it. He was too needy to move now.

Tentative fingers ran over the velvety tip, collecting the beads of moisture there and spreading them around slowly. He closed his blue–gray eyes and pushed his head back into the sofa cushion with a flex of his hips. A harsh ‘fuck’ escaped his clenched teeth at the sensitivity. This was going to be quick, rough and lacking any of the finesse he usually showcased in any moment of sexual gratification. Even if that moment was just with him.

Terry’s dominant hand wrapped lightly around himself, trying to mimic how his Aaliyah would touch him, his other dragging over his exposed abdomen. His hand pulled down roughly, electing a low groan from him, as a fantasy bloomed in his mind. He could see her behind his lids that had fallen closed. Kneeling in front of him, between his parted thighs, bright eyes glued to his expression as she bit her lip in concentration. Watching him with that sassy look she got any time she wanted things her way.

Terry spread his knees as far as his joggers would allow, his hand twisting and pulling himself, gaining momentum with every tight pass of the head. Thumb coming up to swiped over the moist slit. Half curses spewed out of him as his pace quickens, his free hand coming down to fondle his sack. Rolling it between his fingers. The sensation doing nothing to abate his impending release.

“Fuccccckkk…..” his voice hitched and raised, battling with the enthusiastic wet sounds of his hand pumping.

His fantasy girl looked between him and his twitching dick, her hand moving as fast as he was. She licked her parted lips and leaned towards his thick pipe. Her warm breath only heightened his pleasure as she whispered to him lowly.

“Cum for me, Professor…”

And he did just that. His heels dug into the plush rug beneath him, using it for leverage as he fucked up into his hand, the coil in his belly growing tighter until it snapped. A croak of Aaliyah’s name bouncing off his walls. Thick spurts of warm cum landing haphazardly across his upper body didn’t deter him as he continued to drag his fist over his oozing dick until the motion became too much for his overly sensitive body. Legs shuddering with each pass.

Terry let go with a deep sigh, taut body relaxing slowly until he was sitting naturally in his seat. Terry glanced down at the evidence of his ecstasy littered across his chest, stomach and hand.

He huffed an annoyed laugh at how quickly his orgasm had taken him. And how hard his dick still was as it bobbed in front of him, his stamina was working against him this time around. With a disbelieving shake of his head, he gripped the base, pulling his hand with a slow rotation of his wrist upwards. His release making the perfect slick for round two.

“F–fuuck, babyyy…” Terry hissed at the feeling. He let go, palming the head a few seconds to stave off the mounting pressure. He would not come that quickly again.

Terry took his time, languidly pulling at his dick, unrushed. Rubbing his free hand up and down his stomach, tweaking his nipple quickly before sliding back down. He repeated this process as his hand gradually picked up speed.

The short nails on Terry’s left hand bit deliciously into his skin as he raked them down his chest and stomach. The sharp pain was closely followed by a wave of hazy pleasure causing his hips to buck faster into his hand. He abandoned all notion of slow, the tightening in his balls and urge to reach completion pushing fast and hard to the forefront of his mind. The juxtaposition of two intense sensations never failed to throw him over the edge.

Terry threw his head back, neck straining as he clenched his jaw. A constant string of yes, fuck, yes screaming in his head as his abdominal muscles flexed and clenched. His hand is almost a blur with how quickly he’s moving.

Twist

Grip

Plunge

Slap

Squeeze

Fucking Aaliyah did this to him. Those eyes, that smile, her voice, that goddamn body…

Flashes of her twerking in a split, making that ass clap, looking back at it, licking her lips with that tongue ring, talking her shit, how sweet her pussy tasted, how snug her walls were around his fingers.

He wished it was her. Her delicate hand working him. Her brown eyes drooping with arousal. Her heavenly voice encouraging him to go ahead. Let go. He could almost smell her. Almost taste her.

Her pussy was so fucking sweet. He couldn’t wait to suck on her pussy. He wanted to bury his nose into it and draw in a deep breath that almost burned his lungs. He wanted to make her unravel beneath his tortuous tongue and lips. Over and over and over—

He erupted at the thought, breathing hard and keening through his messy release. The second nut even more than the first. Still, he continued to stroke, torturing himself, milking himself like he wanted her to.

Terry was out of breath by the end of it. Body spent and tingling.

So much for not cumming quickly.

He sat there for a long time, waiting for the hollow feeling to retreat from his bones, his cum cooling on his skin. He needed to take another shower.

But what he really needed was her.

Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

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[deathbyday]

˚ 𖥔˚Anya x implied f!Reader - sticking up for her˚ 𖥔˚

Written By: DeathByDay

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You sat around the lounge room’s table with the rest of the crew. Anya sat to your left, her hands intertwined with yours on her thigh. Swansea was just right across from you, Daisuke beside him. Curly and Jimmy sat on the ends of the table, staring at each other.

You all had just gotten word from Curly that Pony Express has finally shut down and this would be the last time the crew was together. Everyone became upset at the news, rightfully so, but Jimmy was angry.

He ranted about how Curly was selfish and heading for “bigger and better” than the five of you. You raised a brow, realizing how idiotic this fight between the two became.

You weren’t going to say anything about it, but that backfired when Jimmy began going around the table stating everyone’s struggles. And of course, he just had to start with your girlfriend.

“Anya never got into medical school because she’s, well, let’s be real..” He trailed off, glancing at the poor girl. He turned to you and opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

“Oh, fuck you, Jim!” You shouted, slamming your hands on the table and standing up. You pointed a finger towards him, continuing on. “You don’t have any right to go around the table saying that shit. What about you? Why don’t you share with all of us what Curly meant by a ‘struggle of a life’?”

You glared at the man, your eyes full of hatred. His brows furrowed even more as he stood up, his voice rising to match your energy.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to shout at me like that?” He yelled, his body acting like it was ready to pounce on you. “Don’t ignore my question!” You replied, voice raising. Everyone else stayed silent, watching the two of you argue.

That was until you eventually ran around Anya’s chair and slapped the brunette across the face, causing him to push you. You gripped his hair and slammed him into the ground with all your force, not thinking about how much more strength he had than you.

You two continued fighting, punches and kicks being thrown around. Daisuke had his hand clasped around his mouth in shock, looking like he was about to burst into tears and giggle like a kid.

Curly got up from his seat and shouted at the both of you in attempt to stop the fight, but failed miserably. As his attempted failed, Swansea stood up and grabbed you from underneath your arms and dragged you back, stopping the chaos.

“C’mon, kid!” He muttered a bit loudly, struggling as you fought back. Anya stood by the older man, a few tears in her eyes. As Swansea let you go, you were about to pounce on the brunette once again, but your girlfriend held you down by placing her hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, stop!” She scolded, her grip tightening. You glanced up at the woman, obeying her order. You turned back towards Jimmy, seeing his face bruised up. You lightly chuckled, knowing that you fucked his face up.

Anya helped you up before dragging you away from everyone, walking to the medical room.

“Baby, I’m fine..” You muttered, dragging out your words as if you were pouting. She shook her head, concern written all over her face. “No, you aren’t. Your face is all bruised, not to mention the blood coming out of your nose.” She replied. She seemed mad, but her features told a different story.

After a few seconds of walking, you finally got to the medical room. You sat down in the red chair beside her desk, waiting for her to get the supplies to help you. She quickly grabbed them and set them down on the table.

She brung a few tissues that were wrapped around each other and pressed them against your nose, stopping the bleeding. You groan, feeling the red liquid drop onto your lip. “You shouldn’t have done that.” She mumbled, shaking her head in disappointment.

“But he came at you for no reason! I can’t just not step in.” You defend yourself, slightly giggling as you recall his bruised face. She sighed, taking the tissue away from your nose.

She then grabbed an ice pack, placing it against your cheek. You grumble, squirming in your seat at the new temperature. “Do you really think this is necessary? I swear, I’m fine.” You pout, feeling uncomfortable as she held you in place.

“This is necessary. If we don’t get this treated, the bruising can get worse.” She explained, gently tapping the ice around your face. You nod, taking a glance around the room as she did so.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, causing you to turn to her. “Did I do good?” You murmur, hoping for her praise. She fights back a smile and gives you a light chuckle. She places her hands on her hips before exhaling, the worry in her face gone.

“You did great, honey. Just please promise me you won’t pick a fight with anyone else? We really don’t need you getting fired.” She smiles down at you, bending over and giving you a light kiss on your forehead before leaving the room, taking the ice pack and extra tissue with her to deal with Jimmy.

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authors note

I’m so sorry if this isn’t as good as you were expecting, my eyes are literally fighting to stay open💔

But thank you for the request!! I appreciate it very much<3

[oneforthemunny]

summerween |modern!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie is itching to decorate for halloween. the only problem is, it's still summertime.

still on my fall shit, and still on my fluff shit. very fluffy and sweet for these two (i love them). short little fall ficlet. all fluff. language, that's really it. just fluff.

“It’s not even August.” You stare him down from your place behind the counter, arms crossed your white tank top, adding emphasis to your statement. It was hot, late July hot, too hot for Halloween decorations. 

“Getting started early this year, sweetheart.” Eddie grinned, flashing a dazzling smile that had your chest swelling, cheeks tingling with warm rushes of emotion. “Never too early to get started.” 

“This feels like too early.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Despite your protests and snide comments of how many weeks away October was, you still helped Eddie clean. Vacuum and mop, wipe down everything the way you always did before decorating. 

“Kids aren’t even back in school, and you want to decorate?” You lifted a brow, cringing at the thud of the totes collecting a cloud of dust in the air from the dusty storage unit they’d been homed in since last November. 

“Yeah, c’mon, it’s the most wonderful time of the year.” Eddie trilled dramatically, tearing the lid off the first box. A plethora of black and orange and purple figurines poked out, a waxy, plasticky scent following from the stored heat. 

“Besides, everyone’s started putting stuff out. I keep seeing it on Instagram, people are finding all this cool shit. I wanna get what we have out, and then I was thinking we could go shopping tonight. Or tomorrow, just dependin’ on when we get done.” Eddie rambled excitedly, pulling out the tangled garland, eyes meeting yours with a sickly sweet pleading gaze. 

You rolled your eyes, snatching the garland in dramatic irritation, sitting down on the couch to unravel it. “We’re putting all of this out today? What if I had other plans today?” You challenged, lifting a brow. You didn’t have any, of course, Eddie had already asked you that yesterday when he’d planned this.

“I’ll help you do them, baby. I promise. We don’t have to go shopping tomorrow if you don’t want to.” Eddie hummed sweetly, brown eyes rounding in the most adorable way towards you. “I just thought we’d go to Fort Wayne tomorrow. Take you shopping over there.” 

Your lips pursed, too stubborn to relent so easily, but melting under his affection the way you always did. “There will be a million fuckin’ kids there tomorrow, Ed, school starts back in a week.” 

“We can go first thing in the morning.” Eddie countered, proudly setting a plush ghost pillow next to the others. “Before it gets insane. I’ll wake up early for you.” He winked playfully. 

Your lips rolled, fighting back a grin, chin ducking towards the garland. “Yeah, right.” You muttered. “You’ll sleep ‘til noon.” 

“Nope. I’ll set twenty five alarms if I have to.” Eddie declared, unwrapping the glass figure carefully, wadding the paper back up. “You have my full consent to dump cold water on me if I don’t wake up after the third snooze. That’s what Wayne always did, and it always worked.” 

You snorted lightly, facade breaking and a grin taking over your scowl. “Cold water? Like in a Disney Channel movie?” You lifted a brow, a snarky tease still in your tone. 

Eddie grinned, dimples creasing deeply. “Yeah, I was a heavy sleeper. ‘Specially after I hit puberty, ya know? I think it was my seventh or eighth grade summer, I started playing Neverwinter Nights and would stay up all night. Then when school started, I didn’t stop, and I’d stay up the whole night and Wayne would be so pissed at me in the morning.” He shook his head lightly. 

“One morning I wouldn’t get up, and I thought he’d finally just left me, was letting me stay home, and he came back, like, five minutes later with this popcorn bowl of ice water and dumped it on me.” Eddie snorted in laughter. 

You barked out a laugh, an edge to your giggle that had Eddie blushing, his own laughter bubbling thick in his chest. “So that’s how he got you to get up?” 

“Worked like a charm.” Eddie nodded, a half grin pulling at his lips. 

“Good to know.” You lifted your brow, lips curled in a devious little grin. Eddie’s knees weakened at the sight. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time you sleep through my cousin’s gender reveal.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes lightly. “Baby, that was- c’mon, even you agreed that it was insane that they had it at ten in the morning. Who has a party that early?” 

“Parents, Eddie.” You huffed. “Adults.” 

“Alright.” Eddie shook his head, trying to diffuse a fight he could sense was looming. “Hey, look, I forgot you got this.” He pulled the bright pink ceramic ghost out of the tub. 

“Oh, I forgot about that.” Your face lit up, pulling the final knot loose of the garland’s chords. “Put her on the shelf- no, on the other side, Eddie.” You clicked your tongue in annoyance, nodding harshly towards the empty shelf on the TV stand. 

Eddie flicked on the switch, the dim bulb fluttering to life before sticking it on the shelf, proudly. Normally, he thought pink decor- especially Halloween- killed the vibe. It was supposed to be scary and dark and gloomy and moody, not pastel. Until he met you. Then pastel pinks, oranges, purples, all made their way into his dark and gorey decor. Happy, cute ghosts with his grim reapers and skulls. 

“Did you get this at Target?” Eddie pushed the ghost so it was center, spine straightening as he stood. 

“Mm, I think so.” You hummed, hooking your foot on the edge of the tote, sliding it closer to you. “Maybe Home Goods.” 

“I think they have that huge Home Goods in Fort Wayne, don’t they? We could go there tomorrow. Look for more.” Eddie slid beside you, throwing a hand over your waist, squeezing your hip gently just to feel you squirm. His lips pressed to your jaw, soft and pillowy, leaving a burning heat of excitement in their wake. 

“Fine,” You relented, melting into his affection, letting him pull you into him victoriously. “But I want to go to Anthropologie too. I want to see if they have those cute witch glasses I saw.” 

“Yeah, we can do that. We’ll hit the mall first then Home Goods.” Eddie muttered, nose nuzzling against your cheek. 

“I think they’d be so cute on the bar cart, don’t you?” You hummed, nodding towards the tiny gold bar cart in the corner of the kitchen. 

A new edition to the apartment. Eddie had searched high and low, finally found the one you wanted on Facebook Market and drove all the way to Muncie to get it. You had been so excited when he showed it to you, beaming in a way that was rare but felt exhilarating to be the reason for it. Right now, it was donning a tequila theme, one you saw on Pinterest and had to match. 

“Yeah that would be. You know, Gareth used to date this girl, Ayesha, and she always got this wine called Witches Brew. It had a cool lookin’ label on it, that would be cool to add to it too.” Eddie tucked his chin down to look at you. 

“Ooh, that would be cool.” Your eyes lit up, just enough to have Eddie’s chest swelling with pride. “Isn’t there a Total Wine near the exit? We can stop and look there.” 

“Sounds like a date to me, baby.” Eddie squeezed you closer to his chest, fingers barely brushing your sides so you squirmed. He paused for a moment. “Are you sure you’re ok with me putting this up? I-I can wait if you really don’t want me to, I just, I’m just excited ya know-” 

“-I know.” You turned, shifting in his arms to look at him. “It’s fine.” You sighed dramatically, a teasing in your tone. 

“At least if we get it up now, we can see what we need to add. Get it before it sells out.” You muttered, spinning the tiny fake spell book in your hands. Eddie grinned, eyes shining with excitement. 

“But,” You lifted a finger, face dropping back to something serious. “Not outside yet. Only inside.” You pointed your nail at him threateningly. “Don’t want the neighbors to think we’re total freaks.” Eddie snorted, arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer to his chest so you were chest to chest, nearly nose to nose. “Please, a little late for that, babe.” Eddie snorted loudly. “They already know we're total freaks, what do you mean? They’ve definitely heard us being total freaks before- oof!” You cut him off, smacking him with a bat shaped pillow.

[kennysimp101]

Hey! Can I request an imagine of sharky x reader- reqder was dared by beta squad to do a break up prank for YouTube on him. And how it would go and shit. Thank you!!

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PRANK: Sharky x reader ☁

A/N: Hello Anon!! I changed the prank bit instead of youtube, it's just Niko being a bitch, but here ya go 

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“WINNER” pops up and y/n jumps around her best friend, Niko, showing him an L. “Ye ye, ur just lucky” he says. Niko has been her friend since childhood, he introduced her to the beta squad, and that's when y/n and Sharky just clicked, and have been dating for 3 years. “3 times in a row is not luck but sure Niko” you reply. “If you're so sure you can beat me, why don't we raise the stakes” you propose while smirking. “How do you suggest we do that?” Niko says interested. “Whoever wins the next game, gets to dare the loser to do whatever they want and you can't say no” “Okay deal” And it starts. Mario Kart was your game, so you were not worried, but somehow Niko kept getting a bullet, and…. HE WON?!? HOW?? You sit there shocked as to what has happened while Niko now mocks you the same way you did before. “I TOLD YOU ITS LUCK” He shouts still showing you an L. You shake your head and sigh “What do you want me to do you bitch?” “No need to be salty y/n, but I do have a dare for you,” He says as he grins, worrying you. “I want you to prank Sharky by ‘breaking up’ with him” “WHAT?? Your psychotic I'm not doing that” “YOU HAVE TO, THAT WAS THE BET” “YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH OMG” you say as you accept defeat. “Do it when you see him next,” Niko says, satisfied with what he's done. 

You were gonna see Sharky right after hanging out with Niko. While you did have your own apartment, you liked staying over with him most days. You rang the bell, ready to do this dumb prank and get it over with. Thoughts raced through your head, the biggest worry being ‘What if he doesn't care and is okay with it’. You shake your head, focusing on the task at hand. Sharky opens the door, smiling as he sees you “Y/n, I missed youuu” he says as he hugs you. You smile but remember what you need to do. You put your hand on his chest, pushing him slightly. “Let's sit down, we need to talk”, Sharky looks at you confused “Is everything okay y/n?” You ignore him and walk and sit on the couch, this is gonna be harder than you thought. 

Sharky sits opposite you, still confused, waiting for you to explain what's happening. “I think we should break up,” you say, trying so hard not to break character. “What.” He said shocked. “Why, what happened, did I do something?” “No no, I just think it'll be better for us, you know help us focus on our own stuff cause we already don't have enough time” you reply, making some reason up “Y/n, if this is about filming, I'll stop to spend time with you, please don't do this” His voice cracking up, as his eyes are tearing up. You want to just hug him, and tell him this is so dumb, but you decide that you need to do a bit more. “It's not you sharks, it's me. Yk with all the girls liking you, I just can't handle it” This wasn't true at all. Yeah, he did get a lot of female attention, but at the end of the day, he was your boyfriend so you didn't care. “Y/n, I will delete all my socials, everything, block every girl trying anything, just please don't leave '' He's sobbing, you couldn't take it anymore. 

You get up, and hug him “I'm not breaking you with you, I love you sharks” “What?” “I'm not breaking up with you, it's just some dumb dare Niko gave me cause of a bet,” You say, stroking Sharky’s hair, calming him down. “Omg you gave me a heart attack, I was so scared” you giggled at this, shaking your head. “I'm not leaving don't worry, I love you” You kiss his head while cuddling him. “I love you too y/n, but dont pull dumb shit like this on me again” “I won't, I won't” you reply “Also Niko is getting a beating the next time we meet” “Let me help you” Both of you giggle before cuddling on the couch and falling asleep.

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Well, thats the first one. I hope yall like it and keep giving suggestions and requests. Also, shout out @g-xix cause reading her oneshots has got me back into writing Next up will probably be a smut of either kenny or Tobi but we'll see

Anyways love yall <33

[fishyfarms]

“If I didn’t love you, it would be fine // I’ll meet you for coffee, only for coffee”

HALEYYYYYYY thank you for being the lesbian icon you are I LOVE YOU ugh she drives me nuts /pos I adore her a normal amount….some design notes/headcannons Emily made her the boots! Or at least painted them but they were a birthday gift that she gave to Haley and Haley’s worn them ever since nearly all the time. She’s also NOT a natural blonde I just rlly love the idea of her and Emily dyeing each other’s hair it’s so special to me. Also she gets freckles too just for shits and giggs

[rems-writing]

The rulers of Spades

Pairing: JongJoong × Lost Girl!reader (mainly Jongho × reader since there's SeongJoong in this fic)

Summary: After your time with the Hearts, you face the most terrifying suit. But were they really terrifying as people say?

Warning(s): Choking (both sexual and non-sexual), slight mention of violence, mention of a murder (it's not what you think actually lol), Jongho being a damn flirt, top!Seonghwa × bottom!Hongjoong, mentions of a size kink, drunk sex (both parties consented), pussydrunk!Jongho, finger sucking, riding with a bit of guidance, cumming inside (DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU! WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!)

Genre: Nasty smut with a bit of plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

I'm also tagging @ja3hwa since we were competing in who can write the filthiest Jongho smut [we weren't actually competing lol I love them too much for that]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Let’s go visit the Spades next.” 

Mingi choked and spat out his coffee, Wooyoung shrieked in fear and fainted dramatically in Yeosang’s arms, Yeosang rolled his eyes at the sight of his best friend fainting as he caught him, and Seonghwa had a concerned look on his face. A pained smile was on the queen’s face as he caressed your face gently. “Are you sure, Y/N? I know I said that the King of Spades is relatively a nice guy, but I’m almost certain that he’ll go mad. The news of your arrival and how you were treated in Neverland travels fast. We can always visit them last.” 

You shook your head at his statement. “If you claim that the King of Spades and the Jack of Spades are nice people, then we should visit them next. That way, I won’t dread seeing them and instead can relax when we visit the rulers of Clubs straight after.” 

Mingi tilted his head in awe as you spoke bravely and confidently about the rulers of Spades, Wooyoung was fanning himself and seemed impressed as he listened, Yeosang had a bright grin on his face, and Seonghwa sighed softly before nodding. He kissed your forehead and hugged you. “Alright. I will take your word for it. Mingi! Get the carriage! Yeosang, Y/N, and I will head straight to the Spades castle now.”

Mingi nodded and ordered some card soldiers to fetch the carriage and guard the trio as they stepped outside of the castle. Once they were all outside, the carriage arrived and Seonghwa & Yeosang stepped inside first. Mingi held you back and had you face him. A hint of worry was in his eyes as he gazed over your face. 

“Babe, listen. You don’t know the King and Jack of Spades like I do. Like Seonghwa said. They’re nice. However, their anger is anything but pleasant. I implore you. Be wary and be careful.”

“Do they honestly get angry easily?”

“No no. It’s nothing like that. It’s more of the fact that… uh… they want to destroy Neverland just as much as I do, but they’re a lot more violent about it than me. The King of Spades once had an older brother and the Jack of Spades once had a younger brother. They were both lured by Peter Pan and were killed by his hand… in the most brutal way possible. The King and the Jack were so enraged that they sent the deadliest creature to burn down the island.” 

Mingi leaned closer to whisper in your ear.  “The Jabberwocky.” 

An apprehensive feeling washed over you and you suddenly regret saying that you wanted to visit the Spades next. Sensing your apprehension, Mingi kissed you quickly and caressed your face in a gentle and loving manner. “This doesn’t mean that they’ll kill you on the spot though! They understand more than anyone how suffering is in Neverland. They will protect you with their utmost might. Just… don’t get in the way when they unleash their anger. The last thing they need is to sob in regret over hurting an innocent girl due to their bloodlust.” 

With his reassurance, you nodded and put on a brave face before bidding goodbye to Mingi and Wooyoung. Being the affectionate little shit that he is, Wooyoung whined and held you close to him so you wouldn’t go. You giggled and playfully scolded him to which he whined some more. He even pouted! You pinched his cheek lightly and reassured him that you’ll be fine. Emitting one last whine, he reluctantly let you go. After entering the carriage, you waved goodbye to Mingi and Wooyoung. The carriage soon made its way to the Spades castle. You were sitting with Yeosang this time and you yawned as you laid your head on his lap. Yeosang smiled and patted your head.  “It’ll take a while for us to get there. Get some sleep, Y/N.” His soft and deep voice lulled you into a short nap. One that he would unfortunately have to wake you up from later once they arrived. 

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The cries from a murder of crows woke you instantly and Yeosang had to hold you down so you wouldn’t hit your head against the carriage ceiling. The carriage was pretty small after all. “We’ve arrived. Stick close to us.” You nodded and stuck close to Yeosang as the three of you exited the carriage and made your way to the Spades castle. 

While the Diamonds castle depicted a millionaire’s house and the Hearts castle was a lot more lively, filled with heart shaped bushes and enthusiastic chatter, the Spades castle personified death itself. 

A dark moat surrounded the castle, dead trees were planted throughout the yard, crows either flocked around or tried to rip out your hair, and you swore that even the gardeners tending to the black rosebeds narrowed their eyes at you in suspicion. One glare from Seonghwa and the gardeners minded their business. Of course, this didn’t stop the other patrons milling about the Spades castle from crowding him, you, and Yeosang. The anxiety of the people surrounding you was rising, especially since the patrons prodded at you with questions that definitely made you uncomfortable. You received questions that ranged from accusations of being a spy to being a concubine for Seonghwa and Yeosang. You felt tears swell up in your eyes and you were about to ask Yeosang to get them to stop when a powerful voice rang out in the crumbling stone building that was the inside of the Spades castle. 

“UNLESS YOU DON’T VALUE YOUR HEAD, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE OUR VISITORS ALONE!” 

The patrons soon quieted down and dispersed like a school of fish before going back to their business. You sniffled and Yeosang hushed you in a comforting way while Seonghwa walked forward a bit before smiling lightly and bowing. 

“It’s good to know that you still have power over your insolent subjects, Jongho.”

You looked up and saw a man wearing an all black leather outfit. His intense eyes, that were brown with slight caramel undertones and had spade outlines in his irises, softened at the sight of Seonghwa speaking. His stone cold resolve melted and a bright gummy smile was on his face as he walked down from his throne and towards Seonghwa before bringing him into a warm bear hug. He then walked over to Yeosang and hugged him as well before shifting over to face you. 

“Are you going to introduce yourself or shall I call you ‘cutie’? Because you certainly are one.”

A blush spread across your cheeks and you hid your face in Yeosang’s chest. A soft giggle could be heard from behind this Jongho guy and Jongho stepped aside to reveal a short man. He wore a simple black suit & tie and his blonde hair was tied back. His bright orange eyes stared intensely at you before smiling and extending his hand. You looked up at him shyly and relaxed as you looked at his pretty smile. 

“I’m the King of Spades, but you can call me Hongjoong. If you didn’t know who Jongho is by now, he’s the mighty Jack of Spades.” 

As you took his hand in yours and shook it, you felt it being lifted and blushed even more when Hongjoong pressed his lips against your knuckles. Jongho gingerly took your hand and kissed it too. 

“Are you the Lost Girl?” He asked you. You nodded hesitantly and Hongjoong nodded before leaning in to whisper in your ear.  

“Do I scare you, pretty girl?” 

You didn’t know what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to since Seonghwa spoke for you.

“Now now, my love. Don’t intimidate her like that. She’s been through a lot.��� He said lovingly and you watched as Hongjoong giggled before grabbing Seonghwa’s hand, spinning him around, and dipping him slightly. You grew confused since you didn’t want to assume anything. Yeosang sensed your confusion and patted your head gently. 

“Yes, Y/N. The King of Spades and the Queen of Diamonds are together. Who would’ve thought huh?” 

As you saw the two men giggle in each other’s presence and share a loving kiss, your heart melted at the sight. These two definitely belonged together. They reminded you of Snow White and Charming in a way. You felt strong hands grab your waist and pull you towards a strong and sturdy body. You looked up slightly to see Jongho smirking down at you. 

“That can be us. If you want, of course.” 

The thought of having this big man beside you 24/7? You definitely weren’t going to complain about that. Despite him being young, he held such maturity and power. Like a true Jack of Spades would. You also felt oddly relaxed in his presence and found yourself leaning against him. 

“Come now. The five of us have much to discuss. And take your time as you explain.”

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The five of you were soon in a meeting room and you explained slowly and shyly your experiences being on Neverland. As you spoke, you saw Hongjoong and Jongho growing more angry with each word that came out of your mouth. But it wasn’t anger towards you.  It was anger towards Peter Pan. 

After you finished speaking, you felt yourself being lifted up and placed onto someone’s lap. The sturdy thighs underneath you felt firm to the touch and you trailed your eyes up to see Jongho, who was busy placing light kisses along your neck in a soothing manner. The sudden affection threw you off yet you weren’t complaining. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll protect you.” 

You giggled and kissed one of his round cheeks, to which he blushed at while the other three men giggled like a gaggle of gossiping schoolgirls. Hongjoong stood up and stretched before helping Seonghwa up. “I suggest you all stay here for the night. Creatures lurk about during this time. Dangerous creatues. You can leave first thing in the morning.” 

Seonghwa agreed immediately and you & Yeosang shared a look, agreeing that the queen himself was the reason why Hongjoong wanted everyone to stay. Could you blame them? No, not really. After Hongjoong ordered his card soldiers to prepare rooms for tonight, he whisked Seonghwa away. Yeosang sighed tiredly and got up as well.

“Goodnight to you both. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

With that, you & Jongho were the only ones left in the meeting room. As you stood there awkwardly, you felt your head be lifted up and you stared into his eyes. 

“Shall we go to my chambers and retire for the night? Or do you want to have some fun?”

You thought for a moment before choosing to stay up late. A smirk was on his face and he kissed your cheek before taking your hand and leading you into his room. 

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Several glasses of cherry wine later, you found yourself straddling the young man on his couch as you made out with him fiercely and desperately near the fireplace. Jongho was matching your intensity by gripping your hips tightly and moving them back and forth so you could grind against him. You felt his bulge underneath you and you moaned slightly as Jongho’s hands wandered to your ass and squeezed both cheeks lightly. 

“You’re so pretty. I’m jealous that Mingi got to you first. But don’t worry. I’ll fuck you better.”

You giggled at his confident words while he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before striding over to the bed and throwing you down on top of it gently. As he kissed you with fervor and a lot of tongue, you felt his hands glide up and down your body. His palms were tracing out every curve while he moved his head down to leave love bites all over your neck. Your hands dug into his red hair and tugged at the strands, which released a groan from him. He soon lifted his head and smirked down at you before snapping his fingers. You felt cold instantly and looked down to see that your dress had disappeared. 

Did this dude have magic?! 

Jongho drank in your naked form and crawled on top of you once more before kissing you passionately. He tapped his shoulder and his clothes disappeared as well, leaving him bare. You internally drooled at the sight of his big body hovering over you, his honey like skin glowing in the dim light of the fire blazing in the firepit. You soon saw him move down and spread your legs open before kissing your clit lightly. 

“I wonder if you taste just as good as you look. Time to find out.” 

You mewled loudly as he dove face first into your pussy, lapping up every single inch of wetness that was dripping from your hole. Unlike Mingi, Jongho was apparently a messy eater when it came to giving head. You came quickly but he wasn’t done yet. He wanted to elicit as many orgasms from you as much as possible, which led to you crying due to overstimulation. He cooed softly and reassured you that you’re fine. He then wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed slightly. 

“Will you be a good girl and take what I give you? Or be a bad girl and have me punish you by fucking you into the wall over there?” 

The only word you could utter out was ‘good’ since his strong hand cut off your airway yet not entirely. Jongho smirked in satisfaction and lifted his hand before shoving his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them happily and Jongho groaned quietly at the sight, afraid he might cum if he kept looking at you. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and shoved straight into your wet cunt before continuing to eat you out. After your 10th orgasm, he lifted his head and wiped his chin before smashing his lips onto yours. His fingers scissored you open while you sucked on his tongue. After he finished prepping you, he grabbed your hips and flipped the both of you over so you were straddling him once more. Your swollen clit rubbed against his thick shaft and you both groaned when you lifted your hips and sank down onto his cock. 

“You think you can move, Y/N?”

“I can, but it’s just… I’ve never ridden someone before. Not even Mingi.” 

“That’s ok, cutie. I’ll guide you.” 

Jongho grabbed your hips and lifted you up and down slowly onto his cock, setting a pace for you so you can get used to him. After a few minutes, you guided his hands over to your breasts while your hands settled on his shoulders. You soon started bouncing on your own and Jongho threw his head back when you picked up the pace a bit. He was softly praising you and that fueled you to go even faster. Your moans grew louder and louder and brought him closer to you so he could tuck his head into the crook of your head while your arms wrapped around his head to keep him there. His own arms wrapped around your waist and kept you close to him as his dirty words entered your ear. 

“Be my queen. Be my Queen of Spades. I’ll protect you. I’ll care for you. I’ll destroy Neverland for you. I’ll kill Peter Pan myself. Fuck, let me cum inside you. Can I do that? Can I cum in you? Please?

“YES YES YOU CAN CUM IN ME, JONGHO! OH FUCK! I’M SO CLOSE! JONGHO, PLEASE!” 

You sank down firmly on his cock and creamed all over it while he came inside you. You both moaned quietly as you came down from your highs. Once you two were finished, he pulled out and lifted you up before carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter and waved his hand over the empty tub that soon filled with warm water and was surrounded by black rose petals, small white candles, and a fragrant smell permeating the air. The scent consisted of pinewood and jasmine. He soon lifted you from the counter and placed you in the warm water before entering behind you. 

“Go to sleep, my darling girl. I’ll wake you up, dry you off, and carry you to bed once the water turns cold.” 

You nodded and drifted off to sleep. 

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The next morning, the five of you were eating breakfast. You sat on Jongho’s lap, clad in nothing but one of his dress shirts and a new pair of panties that the Jack conjured up for you. You were expecting Seonghwa to be in your position as well. 

Imagine the surprise on your face when Hongjoong was the one clad in a dress shirt and tiny boxers and sat on Seonghwa’s lap instead. 

After you finished your breakfast, Jongho took you back to his room and helped you dress up. Instead of the red bodycon dress that you came in, you wore a fitted black pinstripe suit. In lieu of a dress shirt underneath the blazer, you wore a black corset top. The red flats that you wore underneath your old dress were replaced with black three-inch heels. You stil decided on no makeup and your hair was styled into two braids rather than leaving it down. You looked a bit more sophisticated and the suit was courtesy of Hongjoong, who had a knack for good fashion sense. Once you were all dressed up and ready to go, you exited his room and met up with the rest of the guys. Seonghwa and Yeosang had their jaws dropped while Hongjoong smirked in victory, proud of his handiwork. 

“You look ravishing, Y/N.” Seonghwa gushed and you giggled as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“You l-look good I mean g-great I mean stunning I mean uh…” Yeosang stumbled over his words and simply patted your shoulder to which you also giggled at. 

“I still got it.” Hongjoong said proudly and you smiled brightly at him while Jongho drooled over how beautiful you looked in the suit. After a minute or two, Seonghwa spoke up.

“Ready to visit the rulers of Clubs?”

[mcytblrconfessions]

my phone battery gave out after overheating from watching a few giggs vods. curse you phasmophobia!!!

o7 rest in peace hand-me-down iphone 5c, she was a total piece of shit and i dont miss her.

[chocsra]

15! Chuuya flirting headcanons:

A/N: Hello! This is my first post on tumblr so I'm just going to put out I'm not so used to the format on tumblr at all, never posted my writing pieces. I also was originally going to include 22! Chuuya but I got lazy. So please enjoy and tell me if you'd like more of my works!

Characters: Gn! reader x 15! Chuuya

Reader works in the Port Mafia for this headcanon.

15 Chuuya:

I see 15! Chuuya as a serious person who was forced to mature at a young age. So I think he'd be pretty hesitant to flirt with you, because no.1: he has a lot of pride, he's scared of Dazai's teasing, and he's already been betrayed by The Sheep not too long ago, he doesn't want to let his guard down around anyone else.

I'd think he'd see you around the mafia here and there, but he wouldn't think much of it, don't really consider him to be a 'love at first sight' kind of person.

Instead, he'd probably get to know you whether it'll be through a mission or mafia gatherings. Either way he'd catch himself caring and thinking about you more than he should be.

So you two would have to become pretty close friends in order for him to comfortably flirt with you, not saying it won't be awkward though.

I think when he was fifteen he liked the idea of romantic dates such as fancy dinners, but teenagers don't really have the money or motivation to do something as that.

I think his way of flirting is to check up on you a lot, and being a gentleman.

Whenever you guys are out he always opens doors, offers to eat your unfinished food, asks if you're okay, etc.. if you aren't together then he's calling you to see if you've ate and/or you're okay.

You catch him staring all the time. He has that kind of awe and adoration in his eyes whenever he looks at you.

And I'm trying not to go out of character here because Chuuya is known for his brutality, especially when he was fifteen. I think he'd act arrogant and hot-headed at first, like he'd be a dick but then he realises it and becomes a little sweeter, even nicer when you guys are friends.

You are on his mind like 24/7, he will listen to music and be like: "Damn, would they like this? Should I get them an album?"

Also unconsciously follows you around when you're near. Yes, Dazai notices.

Overall, he's not a words kind of guy and would rather show his affection through actions and gestures. I don't think he'd do it on purpose though.

So like, acts of service kind of guy.

"What the hell are you doing out here without an umbrella?"

You turn your head to meet your colleague, Chuuya, who is running up to you with an umbrella in hand, which is usually concealed by the pockets of his leather jacket. It was raining pretty heavily, and you had just finished some business with the mafia; now peacefully walking home in the evening as droplets of rain fell in the tinge of your hair. The cold sensation was quickly covered by his blue umbrella, which, now that you realised it, matched the colour of his eyes. He shot you his juvenile grin, raising an eyebrow at his friend's actions.

"I forgot to bring one."

"Well, you're gonna get sick."

"No shit."

Chuuya scoffs, pulling a snicker from your throat. The comforting yet tension-filled walk pushed an awkward silence between the two of you. "Where do you plan on going?" He asks with curiosity filling his azure eyes. "Groceries. I haven't had any food left for like, 2 days." You chuckle stiffly, but a slight frown appears on Chuuya's face. "You should take more care of yourself." He suggests feigning a sigh, you raise an eyebrow at his advice. "Chill, I'm getting food now." You smile, lightly nudging his shoulder. Chuuya groans at your dismissal half-jokingly, taking a moment to stare at the awakening moon.

"I care about you, ya know? Sucks that you're a suicidal maniac like that bastard." He chuckles, then looks at you with confusion when you don't laugh; instead staring at him with a sweet look of adoration. You don't even have to say anything; you just giggle for him to realise what he's just said.

"Here, I'll go with ya—I could run some errands myself."

"Shut up." He laughs with some conviction, playfully jabbing your arm. Chuuya stares at you in awe under the moonlight, taking in your laughter. He softly smiles to himself, not wanting this moment to end.

[ash5monster01]

Getaway Camp : Seven

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, foreplay, implied smut, language, sexual attraction, heavy flirting, fluff

Summary: Charlie reminisces on his perfect first date but that doesn’t last long before Valerie and her friends rope him into something he doesn’t expect.

word count: 3.5k

Masterlist

Six ←→ Eight

June 18th 1961

“I don’t believe it” Andy mutters, head shaking as he sits on the edge of his bed and lets the details of Charlie’s date sink in. Charlie lays back, arms tucked under his head, wearing a dazed smile that hasn’t left his face ever since his lips had touched Valerie’s. He couldn’t help but recount the details for his roommate, like they were teenage girls, he was just simply gone. Utterly and helplessly gone for the girl.

“Well you better because I recall someone saying they’d ask Alice on a date if I landed a kiss” Charlie smirks, head turning to glance at his baffled roommate. Their relationship was still up in the air, Charlie wouldn’t consider them to be close but he also didn’t despise him like he did Cameron. Maybe the only thing stopping him was the fear of losing another friend.

“Holy shit, you really kissed her” Andy mutters, eyes glancing outside the cabin as he realizes Charlie had accomplished the unbelievable.

“Why is that so shocking? Am I not an appealing guy?” Charlie teases, an amused laugh falling from his lips.

“No it’s not that, just Valerie hasn’t been known to kiss anyone around here. There was that one rumor with Levi but other than that she’s untouchable territory” Andy says as he stands, stuffing some items in his bag for his afternoon shift. Apparently he had to keep up the other end of his deal before he left for the day.

“Listen I won’t question it, if she wants me I’ll happily let it happen. I’ve never met a girl like her, I really like her” Charlie says, eyes cast on the roof of the cabin. The wooden boards painted a pine green, peeling away to reveal the natural color underneath. He figured it was an awful lot like him, this shadow cast over him ever since Neil died and he had to leave his friends behind. Only the smallest pieces of him still being seen on the surface.

“You’re the most mysterious dude I’ve ever met” is all Andrew can say in response and Charlie snorts, eyes fluttering close as he welcomes the comfort of his bed after a long morning on the lake. He was thankful Andrew had an afternoon shift so he could have the cabin to himself.

“Good luck” Charlie tells him, hearing the screen door creak open and knowing the boy was on his way to hunt down the girl he had been dancing around since they got here. Andy waved him off and lets the door slam shut behind him as he starts for the girls cabin, knowing Charlie wouldn’t leave him alone until he held up his end of the deal.

Slumber had almost overtaken Charlie completely now left alone in the small cabin. He had been looking for some sleep considering he didn’t get in until late. Valerie was a hard girl to say no too. When they had gotten back they discovered there was no where for them to go and instead of being defeated, Valerie had pulled him in between their shared cabins, and had him shoved up against the wall of his own before kissing him feverishly. It didn’t take long to catch up with her, hands tightening around her hips and kissing her back just as desperately. Anytime he closed his eyes it was all he could picture and now he planned to dream about it.

Practically asleep, Charlie doesn’t hear the door to his cabin creak slowly open. Suddenly footsteps pad along his floor and his bed dips down as something lands on him. Charlie grunts awake, not even registering the brunette girl now straddled him in his bed, hair slightly damp, and eyes shining with admiration. Instinctively his hands settle on her hips, praying she didn’t move and put him in a situation he couldn’t return from. “Morning Ace”

“You scared me V” he mutters with a pout, eyes struggling to open and she giggles. Slowly she leans down the length of his body.

“Someone’s sleepy” she whispers near his face and Charlie peels his eyes open just to find her beautiful face staring right back at him.

“I was up late and up early” he tells her, hands moving from her hips and around her waist, hugging her tightly against him.

“Poor baby” she teases and he groans, shifting with her above him but not daring to let his grip loose on her.

“Cuddle with me and then I can treat you to some mess hall food” he mutters into her hair, relishing in the scent of strawberries from her shampoo.

“Or we could go do something, I’m bored. I’m not used to two days off in a row” she pouts but Charlie doesn’t see because his eyes are closed again. When she realizes the boy has ignored her she makes a face before coming up with a devious plan.

“Valerie” he warns when her lips find his neck, kissing softly and slowly against his skin. He opens his eyes slightly just to see she has not taken this warning and instead she continues to kiss up the base of his neck, reaching a spot behind his ear before making her way along his jaw. He has no room to complain when her lips finally meet his own.

“You’re insufferable” he mutters against her before kissing back just as fiercely. She squeals as he wastes no time rolling her over and pressing her into his mattress. She smiles widely against his lips and realizes fairly quickly she may never be able to move on from this summer. Especially after meeting someone she felt so connected to, so attracted to, and every moment between them felt this good.

“I should’ve let you kiss me that first night” is all she says in response and Charlie smiles widely before kissing her again. In this moment nothing matters but the girl beneath him and the faint taste of her mint toothpaste on her lips. He’s certain he could stay in bed the rest of the day as long as she was here and he’d never been more thankful for Andy’s afternoon shift. When Valerie locks her legs around his waist he finds himself pulling back for a breath, desperate to keep himself together but she doesn’t even give him the chance as she proceeds to kiss his neck while his hips settle between her legs.

“Valerie” he warns, a little breathless and doing his best to picture Nolan in his underwear before he lost all control. Yet it just eggs Valerie on and this warning quickly becomes a challenge. Slowly she grinds herself into him and all bets are off as Charlie hardens beneath her.

“What’s wrong Ace, we have all day” she mutters against his neck and finally giving in Charlie grabs her face as kisses her desperately. His tongue breaks past her lips and curls around her own, tasting her completely as he grinds his length against her. The whimper she lets out is muffled by his own mouth and somehow this makes him harder. He is completely lost in her and in this very moment Charlie wonders how he ever survived an all boys school when a woman could be as addicting as this.

“Hey lovebirds, you in here” Levi’s voice interrupts the moment, the screen door screeching loudly as the boy shoves it open and walks in on their comprised position. Charlie groans, falling against Valerie because her best friend just had to intervene.

“Levi there’s this thing called knocking” Valerie says, not even phased by the fact she had been caught. Levi turns to look at the door before looking back at them both.

“Sorry I was just excited, because look what I got” and Charlie lifts his head from Valerie’s neck to see Levi dangling a pair of keys with a bobber looking key chain on it.

“You didn’t!” Valerie says, sitting up and knocking Charlie beside her. Charlie groans as her warmth leaves his bed and his body.

“I did, grab your suit and let’s go” Levi tells her and Charlie looks between them both, still not understanding the excitement and a little frustrated he got blue balled.

“I’ll be right back” and his girl is bounding out the door, excitement blinding her and leaving Charlie behind.

“Come on big boy, if she doesn’t finish you off later then I will. Get your swimsuit on” Levi teases and Charlie groans again as the boy laughs and leaves him all alone in his cabin. So much for a nap.

Much to his dismay, Charlie does as told. In no time he’s stepping out his cabin, clad in a white t-shirt and some swim trunks, just to find Levi and Valerie waiting alongside Alex. Suspicious and wide smiles cover each of their faces and Charlie finally feels himself get nervous over what he could possibly be in for. If he could go back in time and lock his cabin door, he would. Yet as he remembers the moment he just shared with Valerie he takes that thought back.

“Ready?” Valerie asks once he’s by her side and Charlie nods, eyeing the two boys who just grin.

“At this rate, I’m ready for anything” he finally responds and the group cheers before dragging him along the path that leads to the lake. Valerie wears a wide smile, hand latched within his own as she swings it between them. With her this happy he can’t even be mad they were interrupted. She’s so adorable in this moment and Charlie feels himself fall farther for her. He prayed the end of summer would never come.

“Alright, who’s up first?” Alex asks as they reach the dock, swinging the keys around his finger and wearing a mischievous grin.

“Me, oh please Levi!” Valerie calls out with her hand raised high in the air and the boy smirks before flipping open the dock box and pulling out a slim ski.

“Only if you think you still got it in you?” Levi says, his tone teasing and low. Valerie glares but Charlie knows it isn’t ill willed, that this was normal banter between the two.

“Try me” is all she says and Levi is throwing the ski over. Valerie lets go of Charlie’s hand to grab it just as Alex jumps in the boat tied to the dock and he realizes what exactly they were all up too.

“You water ski?” he asks her as she kicks off her flip flops and she flashes him her award winning smile.

“I swivel ski, Levi water skis” she says, eyes darting over to the boy who just rolls his eyes at her as he pulls a rope from out of the boat.

“I have no idea what swivel skiing is” Charlie announces and she giggles, lifting her shirt above her head and revealing a white bikini underneath. Charlie’s mouth dries at the sight, expecting her normal red one piece. Levi and Alex laugh as they see how exasperated the boy is, watching as Valerie also shimmies out of her jean shorts, not even noticing the boys stare.

“Hold my stuff?” she asks sweetly, passing the clothes over and Charlie gapes like a fish, struggling to find words as he tucks the clothing close to his chest.

“Come on Charles” Levi calls out and snaps him out of it. Charlie glances between him and his girl before sauntering across the dock and climbing into the boat. Valerie flashes him a flirty smile and he prays he’ll make it out of this alive.

Charlie does his best at staying out of the way as Levi and Alex prep the boat and Valerie pulls on her skis. He tries not to get caught admiring her as she sits on the edge of the dock and places her skis in the water. Levi throws the rope out to her and she catches it with ease, impressing him further than he already was, and she hadn’t even taken off yet.

“Alright, tighten up” Valerie calls out and Alex nods, tipping the Captains hat on his head that he unironically wore all the time, not just as he drove the boat. When the rope was pulled as tight as it could she yelled out and Alex took off, lifting her from the dock and on top of the water in a second.

“Yeah Valerie!” Levi cheers on her dock start and she lets go of one hand on the rope to give a happy wave.

“Isn’t she just regular water skiing?” Charlie yells over the wind whipping past his ears while Alex drives them down the lake. Levi smiles and nods his head at Val.

“You’ll see, don’t worry” he tells him, slapping a hand to his shoulder, before hooting and hollering all over again for his brunette friend.

Charlie watches her closely, how she finds her balance, and gets comfortable with the speed and the rope. He waits patiently and it pulls off when he watches Valerie kick off the ski on her left foot, leaving it behind in their wake, as her now free leg tucked into the back of the ski on her other foot. Her balance has to be insane to pull that off and so gracefully too. She had been doing this a long time and he was surprised he hadn’t known that about her yet. This time he joins Levi and Alex in cheering for her.

“She’s good!” Charlie yells to them again and they just laugh, nodding because they had known that.

“Ski course is coming up!” Alex calls back to the two of them and Charlie gives Levi a confusing look, not knowing what this meant. Yet Valerie was already leaning her weight and gliding to the edge of the wake.

Beside them buoys appeared and Valerie weaved in and out of them with speed and expert strategy. She moved so fast Charlie can’t even believe she hadn’t fallen or caught the water wrong. When she’s successfully completed the course all Charlie can do is gape at her as the other two boys cheer. After a few laps and a few more run through of the course he watches as Valerie decides she’s done and lets go of the rope, slowly sinking into the water as if she had to power to walk on it and stop at anytime.

“That’s was amazing” Charlie grins as she climbs the back of the boat, water dripping down her perfect form and Valerie smiles.

“Thanks Ace” she says as Levi hands her a towel. Slowly she scrunches some water out of her hair before wrapping it around her form.

“What do you say Charles, you want to go?” Alex asks from the front of the boat and Charlie instantly shakes his head.

“No, no. I’ve only ever snow skied, I wouldn’t be any good” he tells them, stepping further away from the back of the boat and Valerie pouts.

“Please Charlie, it’s easy. Levi can tell you how to do it” and Charlie wants to deny her, he really does, but the perfect pout on her lips and big bright eyes has him caving anyway.

That’s how Charlie ends up with two big skis on his feet, a life jacket Levi tightened a touch too tight on his form, and knuckles white from gripping the rope in front of him. The three smile widely at him from the boat, yelling out words of encouragement that he is desperate to ignore so he can remember all the pointers Levi gave him. Knees together, squat like you’re sitting on a toilet, keep the toes of the skis above the surface, don’t look down, and if you fall let go of the rope.

“Ready?” Levi hollers out and with as much courage and confidence he can muster Charlie calls out just like Valerie had.

The signal has Alex throttling the accelerator, lifting Charlie from the water, his legs shaking and struggling to find his balance. The strain in his arms and legs has him already aching and finally when he’s sure he has to let go he’s broken the surface and found his ground. Wobbly knees like Bambi he shakes above the water, tilting from side to side until finally he’s stable. The minute he gets it his smile is as wide as lake as he looks to the boat. They all scream and cheer for him and Charlie’s heart clenches. He wishes Neil was here to see this.

“It’s perfect Ace! You got it on the first try!” Valerie calls from the boat and Charlie smiles at her, determined to kiss the hell out of the second he was done being pulled by this boat.

Charlie does pretty good for most of the ride, only wobbling a few times when a certain wave messed with his balance. Being behind the boat himself he’s even more impressed that Valerie had done this on just one tiny ski. Yet finally he clips a wave just right and splashes into the water, ending his run. He watches as they turn the boat to get him, sliding the skis off his feet as he shakes the water from his hair.

“I’m impressed Charlie, no one gets up on the first try” Levi says as he grabs the skis from him and he climbs into the back of the boat.

“Thanks, that was surprisingly fun” Charlie laughs as he steps into the boat beside Valerie. She smiles at him before stepping close and helping unbuckle the life jacket on his form. Charlie shrugs it off his shoulders before finding Valerie shamelessly eyeing his chest. Charlie wasn’t necessarily muscular but he was bigger in other ways. Valerie hadn’t intended to stare but his broad chest dripping with water had other plans, when her eyes finally caught the happy trail that disappeared into his swim trunks she realized she may never be able to resist his charm.

“You did good Ace” she finally says, forcing herself to look into his eyes only to find a smug look on his face because he had watched her check him out.

“Thanks V” he grins at her as he steps closer. Valerie opens her arms, pulling him into the towel with her as his lips find her own in a dizzying kiss.

“Alright lovebirds, Levi wants to barefoot ski” Alex calls out to them and Charlie breaks apart from the girl with mortified expression.

“Barefoot?” he asks but Levi has already jumped in wearing the life vest he just had on, not a ski in sight as he grips the rope and offers a thumbs up indicating to tighten up. Charlie briefly wonders how crazy all these guys really were.

They stay on the boat until the sun goes down, everyone taking turns including Alex. Charlie laughed the hardest when Levi and Valerie went together. Switching ropes and ducking past each other as they switched sides. They all had been doing this for so long and were all so good. It was almost impossible for him to believe the camp hadn’t asked them to do a ski show yet. It’s all Charlie can think about as him and Val walk hand in hand back to their cabins.

“That was actually a lot of fun” Charlie tells her when they reach hers first and Valerie smiles wide.

“It was, almost makes up for us being interrupted earlier” she tells him, a flirtatious smile on her face and Charlie has to calm himself at the memory.

“I have all summer to share moments like that with you” he tells her, head ducking close and Valerie blushes. How she had found such a sweet and generous man who seemed to understand her will forever be her greatest mystery.

“I plan on them Charlie Dalton” she says with a wide smile and he laughs, brushing some hair behind her shoulder before gripping her hip and pulling her close.

“Goodnight Val” he whispers before kissing her deeply. Her hands tangle behind his head in an instant and he kisses her hard and good so she knows just how much he really wishes he could bring her back to his cabin and finish what they had started earlier. When he’s so lost in the taste of her he finally breaks free, gasping for air. Valerie’s chest rises and falls and he has to tear his eyes away or he’ll never make it back to his cabin.

“Goodnight Ace” she breathily tells him and Charlie chuckles as her hand pats his chest and she walks up the steps and into her cabin.

As Charlie walks to his own next door he thought about how much he couldn’t wait to tell Ezra about all of this but first he wanted to write the other Poets first. If he couldn’t share this moment with them, that was the next best thing. After all they may not still be together but they were still the biggest piece of him and it was finally time they knew what he had gotten into.

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[firecrxtch]

Frilly fuckin' smelly shit

hiii i wrote a silly little thing🫧🛁💙🩵

Summary: Maybe a bath with your hubby isn't so bad after all

Tags: Fluff, pure fucking fluff, bath bombs as a love language, post-canon

Words: 766

Rating: Teen

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When Ian emerges from the bathroom, he finds Mickey sprawled out on the couch, phone in hand while the TV is playing in the background.

“Ey,” he says. “What are you up to?”

“I, uh, just filled up the tub. Thought you might join me?” Ian says, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

Micky opens his mouth to speak, but Ian interrupts before he can get any words out.

“I got that soap that doesn’t smell too strong, because I know you hate that, and just one big candle so we don’t sit in total darkness - or we could just keep the lamp on, if you prefer. I don’t know, I just thought it could be nice if…”

“Ian,” Mickey says, looking tense.

Ian instantly regrets asking.  

“Listen, man, I-uh, I’m just not really into it. There’s not enough room for both of us and the faucet was digging into my back the whole time and… I just don’t like it.”

Ian tries his hardest not to look like a kicked puppy and he’s clearly not succeeding, because Mickey’s eyes grow soft, and Ian can tell he’s choosing his words very carefully.

“I’d rather just hang out with you on the couch, we could watch a movie or something?”

Ian keeps fiddling with his ring.

“Yeah, of course. Sorry, you told me you didn’t like it last time. I’m gonna go take a bath, I guess.” Ian says and turns around before Mickey can protest.

He closes the door to the bathroom, feeling fucking pathetic when his vision blurs. It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a bath, not the end of the world, there’s no reason to be crying over a fucking bath. He quickly undresses and looks at the burning candle standing on the edge of the tub. He blows it out and turns on the overhead lights before submerging himself in the warm water. It's just a bath and Mickey doesn’t like it and Ian needs to get the fuck over it. He's not even in the mood for a bath anymore, but he already filled the tub, so he might as well fucking use it. Besides, he could do with a little alone time right now.

His eyes blink open when he hears the bathroom door creak. Mickey is standing in the door, looking at him with soft apologetic eyes. Mcikey’s eyes land on the blown-out candle before he fishes a lighter from his pocket and lights it. He then turns off the lamp and bares his skin in the golden candlelight. Neither of them says anything when Mickey gets into the tub.

They stare at each other from across the tub for a good minute before Mickey, with great difficulty, turns around and ankers his back against Ian’s chest, causing a bit of water to splash out and land on a little brown bag on the floor.

“What’s that?” Mickey asks.

In the midst of feeling sorry for himself, Ian had almost forgotten that he bought it.

“Oh, uh, it’s just a bath bomb. It’s stupid, don’t know why I bought it. Could give it to Franny, maybe.” Once again Mickey remains silent as his dripping hand emerges from the tub and picks up the bath bomb. It’s dark blue with a bit of glitter. It smells like lavender with a hint of citrus and Ian might have thought of Mickey when he bought it.

“Wanna do the honors?” Mickey asks hands it to Ian.

It quickly darkens the water, looking almost black, the glitter reflecting in the candlelight like starts in the night sky.

“You didn’t have to do that. I know you hate it,” Ian says reveling in the feeling of Mickey’s naked back against his chest, the way he fits so perfectly, tucked under Ian’s chin.

“I couldn’t just leave you out here alone, haven’t got a chance against those puppy eyes you gave me. Anyway, it’s not too bad when I don’t have metal digging into my back, you know,” Mickey shrugs, and Ian can’t help but smile.

“Got something else digging into my back, though,” he says, wiggling around where Ian’s soft cock kisses Mickey’s lower back.

“Shut up,” Ian giggles and he can feel Mickey laughing along with him.

“You are gonna have to clean all this glitter from my ass later, though,” he says.

Ian can’t help but plant a kiss on top if Mickey’s head.

“I can probably manage that.”

“Also, I get to pick the bath bomb next time,” Mickey says and turns his head, matching Ian’s beaming smile.

[lilyrizzy]

maybe not the usual but.. daniel/michael

(sorry, i love the drama of a long term relationship break up)

man don't care - JME & Giggs (for the Spotify shuffle prompts)

sorry i'm so maxiel otp i had to make this a friendship break up, i hope thats cool!

Daniel can feel Michael's eyes on him. Insistent even though there's like, at least twenty cameras pointed in their direction. Or, Daniel's direction. Everyone wants a piece of him now he's back.

"Yeah, I'm happy to be driving," he says, for what must be the thirtieth time in just as many minutes. Ignores the prickle the creeps up his spine. "The break was good for me, but now- I'm ready."

He's more than ready. He's going to be fucking triumphant. Just needs Maxy to keep Checo eating his rubber for a few more races, and then he's going to get everything that was promised to him when he was twenty-five. A championship winning car. A real fight.

It feels closer, within just the stretch of his fingertips in a way it never did back then.

"Danny Ric is back, baby," he grins, and lets the clatter of camera clicks wash over him.

Afterwards, in the coridoor Michael corners him. Daniel glances over top of his shoulder, desperate for some sort of escape or excuse, but there's too many prying eyes to brush him off completely. Unless he wants some bullshit, speculative article being written about it.

"Hey," he says with a tight nod when Michael just puts a hand on his shoulder and doesn't say anything. Ignores all the early mornings spent panting into his yoga matt it reminds him of, Michael correcting his form.

He doesn't have time for small talk, or whatever this is. Who'd have thought, that even without being his trainer, Michael would still be able to wind up that tight coil of tension inside him.

"Are you really happy?" Michael asks eventually, when most of the room has cleared out.

And that's some fucking nerve coming from him.

"I don't know, Mikey," he says after a beat of disbelief. He brushes his hand away roughly and steps back. "Maybe if you picked up the phone once in the winter break, you'd know, huh?"

Michael's eyes dip to the floor, like he's ashamed. Good, Daniel thinks, viciously. Where the fuck where you when I needed you?

"Mate, come on," Michael tries anyway, though his voice is hardly louder than a mumble. "You know we were a little toxic by the end of last season."

Toxic. Like Daniel is another client looking for 'mental health coaching,' and not someone who used to ride his bike to the beach with Michael when they were 13. Daniel scoffs.

"Oh you mean when I started being shit and lost my job?" He asks with a hollow laugh. "When my whole life was falling apart? Yeah mate, sorry if I was a little less than gracious to you around that time."

You're being unfair, some traitourous niggle at the back of his brain tells him. Knows that 'less than gracious' doesn't even cover it, but- But fuck Michael. None of it stopped himself getting a cushy new job lined up, coming out on top while Daniel found himself fired at thirty-three.

Michael looks at him again, daring to look only halfway apologetic.

"I wasn't your punching bag," He says firmly, like he's already found his second wind. Like he can read Daniel's mind, and after years spent in each other's pockets, he probably can. Can smell cracks in Daniel's resolve from a mile away, like some blood sniffing shark.

I know you, Daniel finds himself wanting to yell, though it wouldn't even make any sense.

Not today. Daniel isn't that guy anymore.

"No, you were my friend," he says, giving the wall next to him two hard slaps with the palm of his hand. "But fuck me I guess, for needing you. Won't make that mistake again."

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻You and I🪻

✨Pairing: Sicheng x gn!reader ✨Prompt: The two of you meet at a cute cafe by bumping into each other and one offers to buy something for the other as an apology. ✨Word count: 1.1k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, strangers to friends, crush at first sight? ☀️️️Authors note: So what did you guys think of this one? I think it's rather cute and I'm happy with the outcome of it!🥰

Your day had started out fine, everything had been running smoothly, no problems at all until you arrived at the new cafe which had little swings you could sit on out on their porch. You had been eyeing them for a while now and finally, finally you manages to get there before all of them had been taken.

That's when it happened. While you were turning around with your cup of steaming hot tea someone bumped into you causing you to spill your drink everywhere just narrowingly missing your clothes, the end of your pants and your shoes weren't so lucky and the hot beverage stained them both.

"Oh no! Oh I am so so sorry I did not mean to bump into you!" The stranger was panicking, checking you over to see if he had accidentally hurt you by bumping into you.

"It's okay... Accidents happen I guess." You tried to tell him with a tightlipped smile. You could see his face dropping when he realized he made you spill your drink and also ruin your legs and shoes.

"Shit I made you spill on your legs and your shoes. I'm sorry I really didn't mean to! Here what was the beverage you had? I'll buy you a new one since I made you spill!!"

"Oh no you really don't have to it's fine." You tried to argue with him but he would have none of it, just shaking his head before walking up to the register.

"Could you please make her beverage again? I'll pay for it! It was my fault she spillt it after all! Oh and could you please also make me an iced americano??" He started to talk to the cashier before turning to you.

"You can go and take a seat I'll come to you with your new drink!"

There really was no point in arguing with him. It was cute though how worried he was and how determined he was to actually buy you a new drink.

"Okay fine. You'll find me out on the porch." You told him and he nodded with a shy smile. He was rather cute when he smiled you concluded. He had a beanie on and a nice hoodie, he truly looked really kind in your eyes. You shook your head as you walked to the porch to take your seat on a swing. "Get yourself together y/n." You told yourself lightly smacking your hands against your cheeks.

"There you are! Here's your drink." He put yours on the table and then his own in front of yours on the opposite side before he ran back to the front only to come back with a box.

"Okay so I was gonna bring these to a picnic with my friends, but they can wait a little bit longer because I want to apologize again to you." He told you whilst opening a box containing a bunch of chocolate covered strawberries in a wide assortment of colors.

"You really don't have to. It is more than enough that you bought me my drink again. Truly." You told him with a smile and was met with that cute smile again.

"Please, I wouldn't be able to let this go if I didn't do this. I should have watched my steps when I entered instead of bumping into you!" He told you earnestly while sitting down motioning for you to take a strawberry.

"Won't your friends be mad I'm taking something you were bringing to the picnic?" you asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh no, they'd be more mad at me if I told them I only bought you a drink as an apology and didn't do more." He chuckled. "They can be very dramatic sometimes but they're good people."

"Sounds like they're great friends from the way you're talking about them." You said while hesitating at first but after he gave you an encouraging nod with that cute smile again you took a strawberry from the box.

"Oh yeah my name is y/n by the way. Thank you for the strawberry." You told him raising the strawberry up as a little toast before causing him to giggle at your gesture.

"I'm Sicheng." He says before taking a strawberry of his own doing a little toast to you.

The two of you sit and chat for a while really enjoying each other's company. You learn that Sicheng is an actor and he's in a play right now at the local theatre. His passion really making him even more beautiful in your eyes.

"Well then I truly gotta go and see you on stage!" You told him with a smile causing Sichengs own to widen even more.

"Really?! I'd love for you to come!" He said enthusiastically, you weren't sure if you were seeing it right but it looked like a blush was building on his face, his ears completely red. You decided then and there that you really really wanted his number. He was cute, really beautiful and kind and passionate about what he was doing.

"Is it possible I could get your number??" You asked boldly before the feeling of being brave would disappear and make you regret what you had just asked. Luckily Sicheng just looked happy and almost relieved you had asked for his number, nodding and fishing out his phone handing it to you. You hand him yours as you start putting in your number and name and snapped a funny picture for him to remember who you were.

"Umm... Would it be possible for me to take you out on like a date on the day you would come and see me on stage? Like afterwards? Just you and me?" He asked cheeks blossoming pink again causing you to give him a smile.

"That sounds wonderful. Just you and I. I'll text you the day I'll manage to get tickets and we could plan from there?" You told him

"That sounds great!" He was about to say something else when his phone suddenly exploded with messages and as he looked down his eyes widened.

"Shit! The picnic! Sorry! I have to go before my friends find me and have my head for being late!" He apologized taking his things rather clumsily.

"Go! Don't worry we can text more later!"

"Bye! Thank you! I'll see you on our date!!" He said before rushing out of the cafe looking panicked causing you to laugh at his slightly goofy run.

The last thing you did was open your phone and look at your new contact named Sicheng🍓 with a cute picture of him posing with a strawberry as his user contact.

"Now to find a ticket." You told yourself trying to hold back your excitement opening the website to see if there where any available in the next coming days for your date with the really cute man you had met due to an accident at the coffee shop.

[chiarrara]

reading back through the start of the manga for shits and giggs and...

this progression of panels is so fucking funny. fushiguro you fucking weirdo. why is he like this???