#stupid that they wanted us to wear dress pants at a fucking gas station

[beansnpeets]

My jeans have all seen better days so I think I need new ones, but I hate clothes shopping. My one friend says old navy, but the cheapest women's jeans is still $45, which seems insane to me. Checked the boys section because boys jeans can sometimes fit AND the quality is better, but they have nothing in their website??? There were 7 items that came up in the boys section and none of them were clothing. So idk if I care to actually go to old navy or not. But idk where else to buy jeans tbh. The ones I wear now are American Eagle, but they were expensive and honestly not super great quality. I wish I could buy a pair of jeans and it last me 20 years like the jeans my parents had from the 80s. I'm lucky if I get a couple years out of a pair of jeans now and I really don't want to spend hundreds of dollars on clothing.

[reidgraygubler]

out of the ordinary (chip taylor/reader)

Title: Out Of The Ordinary

Request: no

Couple: Chip Taylor/Fem!Reader

Category: smut/angst

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrative sex, fingering, oral (fem), sex while someone is injured, breeding kink, groping, praise kink, multiple orgasms, hair pulling), swearing, blood and other bodily fluids, graphic descriptions of violence(!!!!), mentions of sexual acts, 68 Kill Spoilers, mentions of a dead partner, mentions of drugs (unknown), guns and gun violence, talks about kids (in the very far future),

Word Count: 9,562

Summary: Reader works at a hotel where she sees a lot of things out of the ordinary… Including a man running across the parking lot wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist. If only she knew her day was about to get weirder

A/N: day three of what might have been the biggest mistake of my life. But i had fun! Idk how april does it bc i was struggling. Anyways, here is some chip smut. I didn’t edit this too super well, so please pardon any of the editing errors/grammatical issues. The next ones will/are beta’d and edited… thank you so much for sticking with me on this! Tomorrow is something i had a lot of fun writing!  Here is the masterlist for 7days 7fics! And here’s my main masterlist! Thank you all for the love and support! 

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I wish that even though I lived in a small town, in the middle of butt-fucking nowhere, I would see normal things. You know? Things that happen in small towns in the middle fucking nowhere. But, because it’s in the middle of nowhere, and the highway goes right through the middle of our town, we get a lot of… interesting guests. Which makes my job a little entertaining, sometimes. 

Sitting behind a window at a tiny, run-down hotel early morning to mid-afternoon was what I did for a living. 90% of the time I spent my time just sitting there, reading a book/magazine, messing around on my phone, or working on an assignment for my class. That other 10% is checking people in or out of their rooms. 

My day was so close to coming to an end. 11:30… I just needed to be here for one more hour, and then I can go home and go to bed. And, surprisingly, nothing weird had happened. It was a successful day, praise the fucking Lord or whoever is watching down. 

Until, I jinxed myself…I thought I had hit the one allotted out of the ordinary thing for the day. That was until, as I was finishing up this essay, and I heard something from out in the parking lot. When I looked away from my laptop to investigate. And what I saw was not what I was expecting, at all.

A tall man was running across the parking lot, coming right towards the check-in/out window. Now, you might be wondering why this was out of the ordinary. Well, you see, he was running across the parking lot wearing nothing but a face washcloth around his waist. Let’s just say it left little to nothing to the imagination. 

“H-hey! Hi,” he spoke, coming right up to the counter. I was more than happy that there was a counter and window between the two of us. I’m happy he was attractive, in all sense of the words. He was very attractive.  “Do… Do you have a phone… That I could borrow?” he asked, looking at me with actual worry and terror in his eyes and face. I stared at him with a raised brow.

“What happened to the one in your room?” I moved away from my laptop and leaned on the counter beside it. He looked over his shoulder at the room he stayed in. I cocked my head to my shoulder and stared at him. “What room number are you?”

“Uh, that… That doesn’t really matter? Um, I’m running late,” he cringed as he looked back at me. I blinked slowly before looking down at the clipboard with the most recent check-ins. 

“Sure,” I looked right at the last name and noted the time he checked in, “Mister Delacroix?” I slowly looked back at him.

“Chip,”

“Well, listen, Chop,” I paused my words as I walked over to the door to let him in. I was just happy he didn’t correct me when I called him the wrong name. I could have corrected myself, but I was just annoyed that I’d probably have to take care of the mess in his room.

“The owner’s son texted me, telling me that the people in your room had a rager last night… So, if I have to go clean that room and see cum and piss all over the room, and a coke tray on the counters, I’m charging you double,” I looked up at him as he entered the office. He was a lot taller standing in front of me. I don’t know why I thought he was shorter. Maybe its because he was standing on lower ground and I was inside.

  “I… Rager?” He stared at me with a confused crease in his brow. I stared at him before slowly nodding. “Do… Do you know who came over? Do you know who it was?”

“I… Uh, I’ll have to ask the owner’s son. But, by the sounds of it, it was a little rough. I’m surprised you’re still up and walking without a limp,” I chuckled. I slowly looked up and down his body, taking in how he looked. He was slightly muscular, and though he had abs, his tummy was slightly pudgy. Which I could get with. I could appreciate a bit of a tummy on a guy like him. 

“Listen,” he started, his words showing more urgency than before. I looked up, away from his body and at his face. It was probably his urgency that got my attention because I definitely almost went a little lower than the towel. “I need to know-Do you have any clothes? This is slightly distracting,” he looked at me. I wasn’t too sure if he was talking distracting for me, or for him. But I do agree, it was very distracting.

“Uhm,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I pulled my stare off him and went to look for the lost and found box, “There’s not much in here, but I’m sure there’s something,” I glanced at him as I placed the box on the counter. 

“Right, thanks,” Chip looked at me before going to dig around in the box, “Do you know who came to my room last night?” 

“I think… Hold on,” I muttered before rushing to the counter, shuffling some papers to find a random sticky note with some sloppy hand writing, “Christ, I forget he doesn’t speak english,” I shook my head as I stared at the writing. “Some goth chick and her boyfriend, or whatever. Uh, yeah, he told me about it this morning before he left. Like, 6 other people I think,” I swallowed roughly and shook my head, “It sounds like they roughed the place up?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” he looked away from the box for a brief moment. I watched as he pulled out a white and red t-shirt (that was left behind by a group of younger women) and a pair of sweat-shorts. “Great, now I gotta go back to that fucking gas station. Fucking fuck,” he muttered to himself as he dropped the towel to the ground. I widened my eyes and couldn’t help but stare at his ass.

“Gas station?” I asked, keeping my eyes on his body as he turned to face me. That was when I got a view of the full frontal package. I swallowed roughly.

“Are… Are you going to turn around?” he looked at me with nervousness in his eyes as he held the pants and shirt close to his body, lower towards his crotchal region. I smirked, raising an eyebrow and cocking my head to the side.

“Nope,” I looked up at him with a smile. When I noticed that he wasn’t going to move to get dressed, I dropped my shoulders before turning around.

“Which gas station are you talking about?” I asked, looking at the ground. I wasn’t entirely sure why I asked which gas station it was he was talking about. There was just one gas station in the whole town, and I knew he was in a bit of trouble.

  From behind me, I could hear Chip muttering strings of profanities to himself. Part of me wondered if he needed help with anything, or if I was just a disposable person in his day. Probably the latter. 

“The one down the street,” his voice was low. I wondered what he was thinking about and what his urgency was all about. “You can turn around. Can I use the phone,” he asked as I turned to face him. I looked at him and held back a laugh. Which, in turn, earned a glare from him. 

“Yeah, yeah, you have to dial 1 before the number you’re calling,” I went to move the phone closer to him, nearly pushing/pulling everything off the counter. 

“Thanks,” he looked over at me before picking up the phone and dialing his number. I watched as he turned away from me. He wasn’t on the phone for very long, and it didn’t sound like it was a good call. 

“I… I gotta go. Can I use your car?” Chip asked as he looked out at the only car in the lot. I followed his gaze at my shitty 2001 Saturn. I furrowed my eyebrows before looking back at him.  

“I can just give you a ride, you know… And, it’d probably be better if you had a partner with you. That phone call didn’t sound good… At all. And, no one will take you seriously dressed like that,” I nodded at his attire. He looked down at what he was wearing before looking back at me. “Back up just in case? No one will notice I’m gone,” I let out a dry laugh. 

“It’ll be dangerous,” he looked at me with worry in his eyes. I shrugged before looking at the ground.

“I could use a little danger in my life,” I laughed before looking back at him, “I’ve been sitting in this stupid office, doing this stupid job since I was 16. The hundreds of people I’ve seen is crazy. This job is boring, I need something risky.” I explained when I noticed he needed more information.

“You could die,” he pointed out. I shrugged like it was no big deal.

“I could die just sitting here. Let me help you,” I stare at him with wide eyes. He looked at the ground and sighed. I could tell he wanted to fight with me, to get me to stay. But I could also tell he really needed help, and really needed to get out of this stupid town and state. 

“Fine, you can come. But, you can’t ask any questions,” he pointed at me. I smiled before closing my laptop and grabbing for my car keys.

“Fine, let’s go,” I looked at him before pushing past him and leaving the office.  

Chip was close behind me, still muttering to himself. From what I did hear, I heard the number 68,000 and then the word dollars. 68,000 dollars??? And he’s in a shit town like this?! What the fuck? What the fuck am I getting myself into? Fuck, this is a mistake… Fuck. 

The ride to the gas station was quiet. Chip must have been thinking of what he was going to say or do when he got there. Let’s just hope it wasn’t Monica there. Bitch is crazy.

“Stay here, I have a feeling what I need isn’t here,” he muttered as he got out of the car. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“W-w-wait, you don’t want me to go with?” I asked as I slipped out of the car too, “Listen, I know the family that owns this gas station. They’re crazy. They’re nuts.”

“I got it. Just… just wait here,” he looked over at me one last time before going in. I stared at the door that he disappeared into before slamming the door shut. I leaned against the side of my car, patiently waiting for Chip to come back out. 

I don’t even know how long he was in there for. But, it was a very long time. Worry took over as I began to overthink things. That dumb bitch probably killed him. 

My worry melted away once he stepped outside with nothing but shame on his face. I raised an eyebrow, watching as he walked closer to me and my car. 

“You look like you saw a ghost or something,” I chuckled as I pushed myself off my car and back around to the drivers’ side of the car.

“No, no it was much worse than a ghost,” he muttered before getting in the car himself. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked towards the doors of the gas station. 

“Whatever,” I shook my head before slipping into the car, “Where to now? Monica’s trailer?” I raised an eyebrow as I glanced over at Chip. I watched as he pulled something out of his mouth and wrinkled his nose. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he looked over at me before looking around my car. 

“Do you have a plan? Or… Or a gun?” I asked as we got closer to the trailer park. He looked at me with a little terror in his eye. No plan or gun? Seriously? Good thing there’s a gun in my glove box. “You can’t go to these guys with just luck, Chip. That’ll get you killed,” I glanced at him as I reached over for the glove box, pulling it open and pulling out the gun.

“What the fuck! Where did that come from?” he asked, watching as I placed the gun on my lap. I glanced at him as I pressed down on the gas, speeding down the highway. “Jesus! Slow down,”

“You’re the one who fucking lost $68,000 to fucking Monica! You go in and get her money-”

“It’s not her-”

“It’s her money now, Chip. Jesus, she stole 3 of my bikes when we were little,” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Chip looked at me again and nodded. “You’re lucky you have help,” I muttered as I kept my eyes on the road. 

“You know this bitch?” Chip stared at me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“She’s my, like, second cousin. My Dad’s niece’s kid,” I shrugged before shaking my head, “She’s a cunt. A fucking cunt,” I scoffed as I remembered my childhood with her. Chip was silent as I pulled into a driveway and parked the car. 

“Oh good, looks like there’s a metal baseball bat in the yard,” I smiled at him. Chip looked at me with wide eyes, actual terror sitting in his eyes. I watched as he unbuckled his seatbelt and rested his hand on the latch to my car. He stayed still for a moment before turning to face me. I could tell that there was a moment of hesitation. I don’t blame him, do be honest. I hesitated to bring him here. Taking him here is basically signing his death warrant.

“Stay… Stay here… If I’m not out in an hour… Call the cops,” he looked at me before slipping out of the car. I watched as he walked up the driveway, picking up the metal bat, and walked towards the door. I almost got out of the car and went after him, but I didn’t. I’ll listen to him. He must have a plan worked out if he didn’t need my help yet.

I swallowed roughly, watching him knock on the door and wait for it to swing open. And when it did, a familiar looking guy stepped out of the trailer. It was obvious he was sizing Chip up, mocking him as he spoke. Chip looked over his shoulder at me, silently pleading for help of some sort. I shrugged, pretending like I didn’t understand what he was asking for. 

A bell ringing came up the driveway and passed me. A familiar blonde riding a bike rode up the driveway. 

“Oh, you again,” Chip spoke out loud at the blonde woman. Amy… Of course. Of course she shows up. She’s probably the one who told him where that bitch, Monica, even lived. I was just happy she didn’t even see me when she rode past me. I didn’t want to be a part of any of that bullshit.

Then he was pulled into the trailer. 

“Fuck, this… This isn’t going to be good,” I muttered as I slouched down into my seat in the safety of my car. I wished there was something more that I could do to help him. Because just sitting here for an hour and waiting to call the cops won’t help me or him, specifically Chip. Fucking around with Monica and her… I don’t even know what to call the people she hands out with. 

I grabbed for my gun again, pulling out the magazine and looking at how much ammo I had. Just as I put my hand on the handle to get out, a loud bang came from near the trailer, causing me to nearly jump out of my seat. I sat, frozen, paralyzed in my spot, staring at the trailer. They’ve just killed Chip. Or, Chip just killed them 

“I don’t know what… What do I do…” I whispered to myself as I stared at the door from the safety of my car. I wasn’t prepared for this at all. What I should have done was follow my own advice to Chip and come up with a secondary plan… I can’t exactly go in there guns blazing… Unless, that’s exactly what I do. They won’t expect Chip to have a partner with him. 

Okay, that’s it… That’s my plan… Bust into the trailer, and just go for it… But, I think… Should I wait the hour Chip told me to wait? What if he’s in trouble? Who am I kidding, he’s totally in trouble. 

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I just wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. Because, the next thing I knew it  was morning and Chip was still in Monica’s trailer. Chip was still in danger.  

I quickly fumbled my way out of the back seat and into the front. It was even worse as I rushed to get out of the car, my body nearly falling to the ground. When I was finally out of the car, I recollected myself, hyping myself up as I walked towards the trailer. 

 I had my gun tucked into the back of my pants as I walked. I didn’t want to be quick, but I also didn’t want to be slow. Chip could be in danger, and it was a little bit my fault. He’d be out of that situation if I hadn’t fallen asleep.

My fist carefully knocked on the door, hoping someone would answer sooner rather than later. When the door flew open, Monica was standing in the door frame, looking down at me with slight disgust.

“We don’t want girl scout cookies,” she looked down at me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Good thing I’m not a girl scout, Monica,” I took a deep breath before pulling the gun out from my pants. I lifted it up and pointed it right at her chest. “Where’s Chip,” 

“You want him?” Monica asked, cocking a hip as she leaned against the door frame. She wasn’t even bothered by my weapon being pointed at her chest. It was like she was used to it. “He brought you as back up? Oh that poor boy?” she looked down at the gun. I took a deep breath as I stared at her.  

She knew I wasn’t going to use it. She knew me well enough to know that I just had this stupid gun for looks, and that I wasn’t going to shoot anyone. But, what she doesn’t know is that I’m not afraid of her anymore. She may have tormented me when we were kids. But I’m taking it all back now. 

“Where’s Chip and the money, Monica,” I spoke, my voice low as I spoke. I slowly cocked my gun as I stared at her. 

“Oh, you know about the money too?” she asked before looking into the trailer at her friends and, I’d assume, Chip. “Did you hear that? This slut knows about the money,” she spoke, looking at everyone. I swallowed roughly as she looked back at me, “Is she replacing that other slut we killed last night?” 

“Just go! Get out of here!” I could hear Chip yell from somewhere in the trailer. Monica stared down at me, watching me as my hands shook with the weapon in hand. 

“Too afraid to use that gun?” she mocked in a whiny tone. I blinked slowly as I moved my finger to the trigger. Everything happened so fast, when I opened my eyes, Monica was stumbling back, her hand over stomach where blood was spilling out. Blood was being coughed up as she fell against the couch, looking up at me with wide eyes. “You actually did it,” she coughed, staring at me terror in her eyes. 

“I’m not scared of you anymore, Monica,” I spoke as I stepped into the trailer. I smiled as I looked down at her, cocking my gun and pointing it down at her again, “You terrorized me when we were kids… But not anymore… No,” I took a deep breath before as we made eye contact.

“You don’t have to do this,” she whimpered, looking at me, struggling to move as I got closer to her, “Listen, you can take Chip, and… and the money and go… I’ll leave you alone now…” 

“Sorry just isn’t going to do it, Monica, not this time… Not ever,” I shook my head, “You can burn in hell for all I care,” I scoffed as I stared at her. Blood was dripping down the sides of her lips as she pleaded with me, but at this point I didn’t care about anything she was saying. 

Chip called my name, causing me to look over at him. They really did a number on him. I wonder if they would have gotten this bad had I actually called the cops and did something last night. 

My hands and shoulders dropped as I looked at him. I didn’t even bother with the others around me, I’d take care of them after. 

Or, so I thought… One of Monica’s friends stood up and charged after me. I stumbled back, fumbling to cock the gun before pulling the trigger at him, getting him right in the head. He fell to the ground with a thud, a slab of meat just on the floor. 

“Anyone else?” I looked at the others around me, really feeling my sudden anger and annoyance come through for everyone. The people around me backed away from me. I looked back at Chip, appreciating the way he was looking up at me. Just as I went to my knees to help him, the sound of a shotgun being cocked came from behind me. I froze as the barrel of a gun was pressed right to my head.

“Whatcha doin’ there, Sweet Heart?” a woman’s voice asked from behind me. I took a deep breath as I dropped my gun to the ground. I looked back at Chip and noted how the adoration he had in his eyes slowly turned into terror and fear. “Where’s my money, Chip?” the woman asked. There was a certain fakeness in her words that scared me a bit. 

“I… I don’t have it!” Chip shouted as he struggled to stand up. I cringed as Liza pushed the barrel into my head a bit more. I swallowed roughly as I looked at Chip. 

“L-liza? H-h-how did you… How did you find me?” Chip exclaimed as he looked past me and at the woman.

“I told you, Chip, I always know where you are,” her fake sweetness really struck a chord in me, pissing me off more than I was before. “Now… Where’s my money?”

Someone from the sidelines jumped to their feet and instantly charged at Liza. It was terrifying how quick Liza was to turn and shoot the gun at the man. I quickly moved away and grabbed my gun from the ground. I felt a little bad for moving behind Chip, using him as a shield from this new woman.

“You’re so quick to move on, Chippy,” Liza spoke as she looked back at me. I appreciated that Chip actually covered me instead of cowering away like I half expected him to. “First the whore from last night and now her?” 

“I’m not a slut or a whore,” I stared at her. She cocked her head as she looked over at me. Yet, again another one of Monica’s people came after us, only to be stopped by a different person, their arm being sliced off in one swift motion. If you blinked you would have missed it. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” one of the three girls shouted front he couch. Liza turned to face the person behind her before saying something else. 

“What… What do we do, Chip,” I whispered as I tugged gently on his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at me before lifting his finger to his lips. I stared at him for a moment, watching as he thought of a plan. The level of chaos in the building was starting to stress me out. I wasn’t expecting two terrifying people to show up at an already terrifying place. 

“Go have fun with that one, Dwayne-y,” Liza pointed towards one of the girls on the couch. The guy looked over at the girl before grabbing her and pushing past Chip and I. I fell against the wall and blacked out for a moment. 

When I came too, Liza was standing in front of Chip, talking to him about something. It was eerily quiet in the trailer now, other than Liza and Chip’s voice. My guess was Liza took everyone out. But, why’d she keep me alive? Chip probably bargained for my life. I’m honestly just a bystander in this whole thing, wasn’t I? 

“You can let him run away… you can hunt him down, and kill him… Or… Or you can discipline him.. Teach him to heel or whatever he’s supposed to do,” Liza cocked her head as she looked at Chip. I took a deep breath, looking at the ground and noticed the gun on the ground right behind Chip. “So, Chip, what option do you want?” her tone was filled with that sickening sweetness, and it made me want to beat the shit out of her. 

“Violet said there’s always another option,” Chip spoke softly as he looked at Liza. I carefully moved and grabbed the gun. 

“Oh, she… She did? Well, I don’t see her here… Because she’s dead, Chip,” Liza scoffed. I took a deep and shaky breath before moving around the chair and aiming the gun right at Liza. “Oh, look who’s got the balls now,” Liza looked past Chip and at me. I stared down at her, feeling nervousness in the form of bile rise up my throat. “Are you gonna shoot me? Baby’s gonna sho-” her statement was finished short by a bullet to her head. I closed my eyes and looked down at the ground. 

“Jesus Christ!” Chip shouted as Liza’s body fell to the ground. I took a deep breath before looking down at him. “She’s dead!” 

“She was going to fucking kill both of us, Chip!” I shouted back, looking at him with wide eyes. Chip looked up at me as he stumbled to his feet. 

“Okay, okay,” Chip looked down at me, placing his hand on my shoulder to steady himself. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “$68,000… My clothes, and then we fucking ditch this fucking place,” he pointed towards the door where the creepy man from before dragged a girl. I swallowed roughly as I looked towards the door.

“Here,” I handed him my gun before nodding towards the door. Chip looked down at me, a slight glare in his eyes before he took a step forward. I followed behind him, staying close to his body. He pushed the door open and immediately fired the gun, killing the guy instantly. 

“I’m never going to sleep again, holy fucking shit,” I muttered as I looked at the horrors in front of me. He fucking ripped the girl a part. 

“Stay here for a minute,” Chip muttered before stepping away from me. He didn’t seem bothered by everything. I was impressed that he was able to step into the room more and move stuff around. One he found what he was looking for he came back beside me.

“Let’s fucking go,” he muttered, holding a shoe box under his arm. I looked at the box as I followed behind him. I could kill him right now, and take that 68grand. I could start a new life on my own… 

“Yeah, let’s go,” I looked down at the ground, “Shouldn’t we clean up the place first? Our fingerprints and DNA is all over the place,” I looked around the trailer and at all the dead bodies. Is it bad this didn’t phase me at all? 

“You’re right. Hold this,” he muttered as he shoved the box into my hands. I looked down at it with wide eyes before looking back at Chip. He had a bottle of straight whiskey in his hand and was splashing it around the room, going into the other rooms before coming back. “You think this will be enough?” he asked, looking down at me with a certain exhaustion in his eyes. I tried to look past all the injuries he had earned, but it was hard when they covered his whole face. 

“Hopefully,” I shoved the box back into his arm before leaving the building. I waited just outside as he lit a lighter and tossed it to the floor, causing the whole building to be engulfed in flames. 

“Where to?” Chip asked as we walked back to my car. I looked over my shoulder at the blazing trailer and shrugged.

“Somewhere away from here. But first, we should get you a first aid kit,” 

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We drove for a long time. A very long time. I think we both wanted to make sure we were away from Monica’s trailer before we rested for the night. Which also meant we had to wait a long time before Chip could get the proper care he needed. It wasn’t fair to either of us that this was the case at the moment. I wasn’t ever expecting this to be what happened to me the other day when I woke up. I was just happy that after the second day of driving, he was actually okay.

“I’ll go get a room, you stay here,” I looked over at Chip. It looked like he was asleep, which I was expecting, so when he lifted his head and looked over at me I was a little confused. 

“No, no let me,” he mumbled as he fought to get his seatbelt undone.

“Chip, you look like you just got out of Fight Club… Let me go get the room,” I placed a hand on his to stop him from moving anymore. He looked up at me with a little bit of terror in his eyes, “I’ll be right back, I promise,” I kept my voice low as I spoke to him. 

“Okay, you’re right,” he mumbled before moving his hand away from the buckle. Chip rested his head against the head rest before closing his eyes lightly. I sighed deeply before sliding out of the car and towards the entrance of the hotel lobby. 

I kept my voice low the entire time as I spoke to the front desk manager. It was hard when I also looked like I just got out of a war and the manager kept looking at me like that was the case. When they finally handed me the room key, I let out the deepest sigh of relief and returned out to the car. 

“We have a room… Two days…” I looked over at Chip as I drove to a parking spot near our room. 

“Two days… Nice, nice,” he murmured and nodded. I looked over at him and watched as he slowly unbuckled. 

“You go into the room, I’ll grab the food and first aid kit,” I handed him the key before we both got out. Chip nodded before leaving and going towards the room. I made sure to be quick as I grabbed the stuff from the back.

“Should I shower?” 

“No, no, let me clean your wounds up first,” I nodded towards the bed. Chip looked over at the bed before going to sit on it. I was relieved when he laid back on the bed like nothing mattered in the world. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

 “Are you going to play nurse with me?” he asked, looking at me with a playful smirk on his lips. I laughed and nodded as I approached the bed. 

“Unfortunately, I think I’m all you got,” I laughed as I sat on the bed beside him. He sat up and moved closer to him. We were both quiet as I pulled out alcohol wipes and gauze. I looked at his face, trying to figure out where to start. Thankfully the swelling in his eyes went down, but I cracked an ice pack to help. 

“This is gonna sting,” I looked at his face as I lifted the wipe to his face. He winced as I began wiping the wounds on his face.

“Are you okay?” I looked up at him as I carefully placed butterfly band-aids and regular band-aids over the wounds. He looked back at me, a certain softness in his eyes. I was happy that he’d probably just need a few band-aids on his face instead of gauze and stitches like I’d thought. We both didn’t want to go to the hospital… 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” he whispered as he tried to not move away from my touch. I frowned looking at his face. “You didn’t have to do this, you know,” he added. I looked down at his hands and nodded. 

“Did you want to go to the hospital and tell them the truth?” I raised an eyebrow as I shifted closer to him with an alcohol pad. He cringed as I pressed it to the open wound on his hand. “Sorry,” I cringed as he flinched.

“You’re right, though… I don't think I could make up a believable lie in the hospital,” he looked at me, watching me clean the injuries.. 

“Was it worth it?” I asked, feeling a small smile grow on my lips. Chip shrugged a bit like he wasn’t too sure what I was talking about.

“Was… Was what worth it?” he asked, trying not to furrow his eyebrows. I laughed lightly and shrugged.

“The 68 grand that you risked your life for, Chip,” I laughed as I grabbed a bandage and picked it open, “Is it okay if the band-aid is pink with butterflies?” I held it up to show him the design. He swallowed roughly before nodding.

“Yeah, it was worth it,” he whispered, causing me to look back at his face. I furrowed my eyebrows when it became my turn to stare at him. “Because if I didn’t lose the $68 thousand... I probably wouldn’t have met you… And you saved my life,” 

“Oh please, don’t compare me to Violet,” I laughed and shook my head. I felt a little bad for bringing up his dead friend, but I personally felt like he was comparing me to her. Just a little bit. 

“I’m not,” he looked taken aback by my sudden statement. I shrugged, not entirely believing him. He knew that too. I looked at him, noting the cut and bruise across his nose. Who knows how long that was going to take to heal, but I hope it didn’t hurt him too much. “I’m being serious,”

“That makes me feel better,” I smiled as I began cleaning up the first aid kit we had bought when we pulled into a new town, “I should probably let you go your own way, come morning. I don’t want to get in the way of you while you’re trying to flee everything” I laughed as I clicked the first aid kit shut, “I’ll let you have my car,” 

“Please stay,” he whispered, watching as I stood and walked across the room. I almost didn’t hear him. But I was preoccupied with my thoughts, trying to figure out how I’d get home if I had given him my car to leave. I was 2 days away from home… That’d be a long way back. “I probably would die if you didn’t come with me,” he added as I turned to face him.

“I’d be pretty useless if I came with. Is your life always like that, Chip?” I asked, placing my fists on my hips. He stayed quiet. “Because if it’s always like that, running from danger and shooting guns…”

“You’ll go back home, I get it. What happened the other day was-”

“I never said that,” I cut him off, “Yeah, what happened the other day was terrifying, Chip. But, I don’t think I’ve ever had such an eventful day in my entire life. I just don’t think I would be able to do that again. That parts gotta go,”

“Consider it gone,” Chip shook his head, watching as I slowly walked back over towards him. I looked down at him, appreciating the way he looked back up at me. “Forgotten. We can… We can buy a house in… In Iowa. Have kids, have a family. Get as far as we can from that place,” he moved his legs and allowed me to stand between them. 

“Iowa?” I scoffed, wrinkling my nose at the thought of moving to Iowa. “And… You want to have kids? After everything that happened? You want to bring kids into this world?” I sighed deeply as I looked down at him. I left out the part of how we just met 4 days ago. He doesn’t even know me. 

“Yeah, but if you were their mother, I think they’d be pretty safe,” Chip laughed as he reached up to grab my hand. I stared at him, feeling my heart swell in my chest. 

“You don’t even know me, Chip,” I laughed lightly. He furrowed his eyebrows before shrugging. “And you already want to have kids with me?”

“I don’t think… I don’t think it matters. You saved my life,” he pointed out. I bit my lower lip as he brushed his thumb across the back of my hand. 

“Yeah,” I paused, taking a deep breath as I stared at him, “You saved mine too, Chip,” I smiled at him, “I think Liza might have killed me if it wasn’t for you,” I laughed lightly out my nose. And, it was true. She probably would have killed me after she knocked me out...

“Well, good thing Dwayne was easy enough to take care of,” he returned the laughter, “Can’t believe I dated that bitch,” he sighed as he looked up at me. 

“Yeah, I was about to say…” I smiled softly. Chip smiled as he carefully tugged my hand so I would fall forward slightly. 

“Kiss me,” he whispered as I braced myself on his shoulder with one hand. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down at his lips. The cut on his upper lip had thankfully stopped bleeding. 

“Is that a good idea,” I pulled my hand off his shoulder and gently held his face. He wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes. “Chip, I’m serious,” 

“I am too,” he begged as he looked at me, “I could di-”

“You won’t die tomorrow. You’re safe now,” I smiled softly as I looked at him.

“So, what’s stopping you from kissing me,” he asked, pointing out the fact that there was indeed nothing stopping me from kissing him. 

“Why you gotta be like that?” I asked, moving my hand up his face. I carefully brushed the wound on his temple before carding my fingers through his hair. 

“Be like what?” Chip asked as I pushed my hand through his hair and rested it on the back of his head. 

“You’re so… nice. You’re not like other men, the ones who look at women like objects,” I laughed and shook my head, “You wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” 

“You do know I killed, like, bunch of people yesterday,” he asked. I smiled and nodded. He pulled his hand from mine and rested both his hands on my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him.

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair…” I sighed deeply and cocked my head, “You won’t regret it, will you?” I asked, my voice hardly a whisper.

“Regret what? Kissing you?” He asked, his thumbs playing with the hem of my shirt, just barely touching the skin of my hip. I nodded lightly. “Why would I regret kissing you?” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time a guy regret kissing me,” I whispered as I looked away from him, “The last guy I dated… He dated me as a joke… It wasn’t till after we… Well, we did a little bit more than kissing, did he tell me that it was all a joke,” I whispered before looking down at the ground.  

“Nothing about me asking for a kiss is a joke, I promise,” Chip replied, his voice causing me to look back at him. He lifted a hand and rested it on my shoulder. “We don’t even have to do anything… You don’t have to ki-”

“I do… I do want to kiss you, Chip,” I whispered softly, “I’m just scared, that’s all,” I stared down at him.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he smiled softly, running his hand down my arm before grasping my hand. I swallowed roughly before moving to straddle his legs. He took a sharp breath as I adjusted myself on his legs.

“Sorry,” I cringed as I tried to get off his legs. Chip looked at me before resting his hands on my hips, keeping me in place on his lap. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered, bringing a hand back to my face. I stared at him, feeling a small smile grow on my lips.  

After a moment of just staring at each other, I moved forward, closing the space between. Our lips connected, and it was the softest, gentlest kiss ever. Although my lips were still dry, his lips felt dry, drier than the sand on the beach. The blood that was on his lips dried slightly, but it didn’t bother me at all. 

Chip placed his hand on my lower back, moving me closer to his body. My arms wrapped around his neck, my body willingly moving closer to him as if it couldn’t get enough of him. I could tell that he craved me too, his other hand moving hastily around my body. 

“Is this a good idea?” I murmured against his lips. I was careful as I pressed my forehead to his, feeling a small smile tug on my lips. “You’re like… Seriously…” I stopped myself from saying ‘seriously injured’. 

“I’m okay. I’m fine with it if… If you’re fine with it,” he whispered, his hands going back to the hem of my shirt. I closed my eyes and let a deep breath of air out my nose. A small smile grew across my lips as his hand finally slipped up my shirt and up to my bra. “Please tell me your fine with it,” his voice wavered slightly with his words. I swallowed roughly and nodded, our noses brushing together as my head moved.  

“Yeah, yeah it’s… I’m fine with it…” I nodded, taking a deep breath before opening my eyes, “I’m more than fine with it,” I whispered as I looked at him.  

That was when he kissed me again. It was different than before. Because, before it was gentle and soft, like he didn’t want me to melt away. But also it was soft because we both had mild- not so mild injuries, and I knew he didn’t want to hurt me. The differences between this one and that one is, fervent and passionate, it took my breath away.

Chip’s hand on my back fiddled with my bra as he tried to unclasp it. I couldn’t help but laugh as he began to struggle. It was clear he was getting frustrated with the struggle, so when I went to help him, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Sorry,” he muttered as he fought to pull my shirt off. I laughed and shook my head.

“No, it’s okay,” I whispered before lifting my arms in the air. Chip smiled before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind me. I sucked in a sharp breath as the cool air hit my bare chest. Chip was careful as he pressed his lips back to mine, then on the side of my mouth, before trailing down my neck. It was gentle, and soft, but it was enough for me to notice him sucking soft spots on my skin. My hands went back to his head, carefully pulling at the hair on the back of his head.  

My head tilted to the side the further down my neck he went. A small gasp fell from my mouth as he attached his lips to my breast. My fingers gently pulled his hair, causing him to hum lightly. It was hard not to react to him and his touch. I needed him more than I needed air.

“D-don’t stop,” I whispered, my words wavering with each syllable. It was so hard to concentrate on anything as he placed his lips around my nipple. A shiver went down my spine, causing me to arch my back into him more. 

Chip stood up, causing me to latch on to him so I wouldn’t fall, before turning around to put me on the bed. I looked up at him, my breathing picking up slightly as he stared down at me. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth as he looked at me.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” I whispered, lifting a hand to his face. He could hear the worry in my words as I spoke, letting his lower lip fall from his mouth. “Your lip is bleeding.” I left out that it was only bleeding a little bit, but it was enough to notice the red. 

“It’s fine,” he whispered, bringing his hand to rest on my cheek. His thumb brushed against my lower lip. My body shivered slightly before I opened my mouth slightly. He smirked before slipping his thumb between my lips. I swirled my tongue around his thumb as I stared at him. 

“Good girl,” Chip hummed, resting his other hand on the mattress by my head. I swallowed roughly before grabbing his shirt and pulling him down to my face. He moved his thumb from my mouth and looked down at me.

“Please don’t make me ask more than once,” I whispered, releasing my hand from his shirt to lift it to his face. He flinched away slightly as my hand barely touched his face. I could feel my face soften as I looked at him. “I won’t hurt you, Chip. You’re safe now,” I whispered as I moved my hand from his face.

“I know, I know,” he shook his head before lowering his face to mine, lightly pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, wrapping my arms around his neck again. “You won’t have to ask more than once,” he murmured against my lips. He looked down at me before pressing his lips to mine again, slowly kissing down my neck and chest. 

Although he was quick to move down my chest, he was slow once he got to my hips. 

“Hold on,” he stepped away from me, rushing to the bathroom real quick. I sat up, resting back on my hands, as I waited for him to come back. 

“What… What are you doing, Chip?” I asked, my patience starting to wear thin as the seconds ticked by. I swallowed roughly as he stepped back out of the bathroom.

“Cleaning my face a little bit more,” he looked at me with a small smile on his lips. I furrowed my eyebrows as he came back to stand between my legs. 

“I-I’m confused,” I looked up at him. Although, I really shouldn’t be confused. I’m the one who said ‘Please don’t make me ask more than once.’ and he obviously wanted it as badly as I did.

“You know,” he smiled as he lifted my hips a little bit before pulling my pants off my body. I suddenly couldn’t control my breathing anymore, and I was left trying to control myself. “Wouldn’t want to get blood everywhere,” he looked up at me as he dropped my pants to the ground.  

I stared at him watching as he lowered to his knees between my legs. He was gentle as pressed his lips to the soft skin on my inner thigh. I took a deep breath, trying so hard to regulate my breathing. My elbows and arms gave out, causing me to lie back hard on the bed. 

“So beautiful,” Chip whispered before blowing softly at my core. I gasped and pressed my head into the bed beneath me. My hands and fingers got knotted up in his hair again, slowly pulling his head closer to my body. 

Chip laughed at me before peppering butterfly kisses over my pussy. I gasped, tugging lightly on his hair. He looked up at me before grasping both of my hands and holding them down on the bed. 

“Ch-chip, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I whimpered pulling at his hands. He hummed before licking a stripe right up my cunt. I swear, I couldn’t even breathe. He squeezed my hands as he kept licking at me. After a moment, his lips attached around my clit, sucking softly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck,” I cried out as he pulled a hand from one of mine. I didn’t even notice that he pushed a finger into me. My free hand went over my mouth as a moan fell from me. Chip obviously enjoyed that sudden reaction, causing him to moan too. The vibrations from him caused me to moan again. 

“ ‘m so close. Please, Chip, so close,” I moved my hand to his hair and pulled on it a lot harder than before. It was like I couldn’t breathe, the wind being knocked from my lungs like I was punched in the gut. “Fuck, Chip,” I moaned, my hips jerking at him. He pulled his hand from mine and placed it firmly on my stomach, holding me down. 

“You’re doing so good, Princess,” he murmured against my body. I cried out when he pressed his lips back on me. 

My mind went fuzzy and my vision turned white. I could feel my toes curling against the rough, scratchy comforter beneath me. My hands gripped his hair and the blanket so tightly I was sure my knuckles would blanch. And the only thing I could say was his name as I came.

My chest heaved as I tried to breathe. When I opened my eyes, Chip was back over me. He smiled, clearly enjoying what had just happened. 

“That was… That was good,” I laughed lightly. Chip returned the laughter before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed following after him as he pulled away from me. 

“That was, like, barely the pregame,” Chip laughed as he looked down at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and smiled softly. “If at all the pregame,”

“Well are you going to get started on the actual game or just leave me alone?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow as I stared at him. Chip laughed again before standing up right to rid himself of his jeans. I quickly moved so I was lying up by the pillows. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” He asked once he was back over me. I swallowed roughly and nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m positive. If I wasn’t… I wouldn’t have let you eat me out the way you did,” I laughed as I brought my hands to his face, “I appreciate you cleaning your face a bit before you did that though. I don’t really want the staph infection or STD,” I laughed harder than I should have. But that in turn caused Chip to glare at me.

“Well, now I don’t think I want to have sex with you,” he looked away from me before sitting up right. I stopped laughing before sitting up to look at him. 

“C’mon, Chip, I was just joking.” I moved so I was closer to him, “I’d love to get a STD from you,” I bit back my laughter as I looked at him. He glared at me again. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, looking down at the bed. I smiled before lifting a hand to his face.

“You’re the one who wants to fuck the girl you just met 4 days ago,” I pointed out as I moved to straddle his waist. He looked at me as I sat on him. “But, to be fair, I also want to have sex with the guy I met 4 days ago so it’d be a little hypocritical of me to judge you,” I shrugged. I tried really hard not to look at his cock, but it was right there… It was obvious that he was painfully hard. “Use me, Chip,” I swallowed roughly as I looked up at his face. His eyes were scanning my face as his hands were resting on my hips. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, and I was more than happy to let that happen.

What he did next surprised me. He lifted my hips up so I was hovering over him, before slamming me on his cock. A shout came from my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my face into his shoulder as I tried to breathe properly after the sudden intrusion. 

“Fuck,” I panted before looking up at him after a moment. My muscles clenched around him as I slowly got used to his size. Chip pressed his lips to mine before carefully thrusting up into me. My hips slowly moved, meeting him at the perfect spots. His lips hardly left mine, and when they did it was only for a few moments.

“Gonna fill you up,” Chip mumbled as he pressed his lips to my neck, “Gonna put a baby in you,”

“Please! Don’t stop, fuck,” I cried, rolling my hips against his. My mouth opened around his shoulder, my teeth carefully sinking into his skin. “God,” I whined looking back up at him, “Do it, please, do it,” 

“Yeah? You like that?” Chip groaned as he brought a hand to my chest. I let out a shaky breath and nodded as he massaged my breast. “Being filled with my cum, carrying my child,” he looked up at me. I pressed my lips together and nodded, feeling myself get closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, Chip, please,” I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulling him closer to my face. I pressed my lips to his as he pulled me closer to his body, my chest pressing against his. 

My breathing grew raged as he picked up his pace. His hand dropped to where our bodies met, his finger encircling around my clit. I was pushed right to the edge, calling out his name as he called out mine. His hips faltered slightly as he filled me with his essence. 

My head dropped to his shoulder and my arms wrapped around his chest. It took a while for either of us to move, the intensity of the moment catching up with us. Although, the last few days in general were catching up with me. 

“I gotta clean you up,” Chip finally whispered after a moment. I swallowed roughly before I struggled to get off his lap. 

“You really do want to have kids with me,” I laughed as we finally broke a part, “I mean, yeah I want kids too. But not for a while,” 

“I told you, we gotta get to Iowa first,” Chip looked over at me as he got off the bed. When he noticed that I was a little nervous about that, he came over to my side, “We don’t have to go to Iowa,”

“No, no, I know… It’s just… The thought of leaving… And going with you. The other day was terrifying, with everything th-What if I just left?” 

“I know you're nervous. You have every right to be nervous. If we leave, we can get as far from that place as possible. We can find a safe place and be safe… Together,” he knelt on the ground beside me. I looked down at him and nodded, “Besides, you had the most boring life in that stupid motel,”

“True, true,” I laughed and shook my head, “You’re not going to, like, murder me… Are you?” I looked at him as I carefully grasped his hand.

“No! I wouldn’t do that! After the shit I just said to you with my cock in you? You think I’d kill you?” Chip nearly fell back on the ground, causing me to laugh again. I smiled and nodded.

“Okay, I… I guess if the worst thing you’ll do to me is get me pregnant… Then I think I’m safe.” I looked at him with a small smile, “And that’s not even bad,” I shrugged as I looked at the bed in front of me.

“I won’t murder you if you won’t murder me,” he spoke, lifting his hand and showing me his pinkie. I looked back at him and nodded.

“Promise,” I whispered before interlocking my pinkie with his. 

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[thesightstoshowyou]

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

           Summary: Bo wants you to pitch in a little more. He gets more than he bargained for.

             Warnings: Dubcon, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, slapping, degradation, facial, swearing, objectification of reader, alcohol use, mentions of death and violence.

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             “Put this on.”

             You drop the rag in your hands to catch the yellow floral dress before it smacks you in the face. You glare up at Bo from you spot on the linoleum. Your knees ache. You’d been scrubbing grime off the kitchen floor for two hours.

             “What for?” you ask, bracing a hand against the counter to heave yourself to your feet.

             “It’s time you start pullin’ your weight.” You look around you, flabbergasted. What had you been doing all this time, if not ‘pullin’ your weight?’ Cooking and cleaning all day, every day wasn’t enough for him?

             You keep your mouth shut. The answer is obvious. Of course, it isn’t enough. Nothing would be. If it was up to Bo, you would have been dead the first day you walked into this God-forsaken town.

             “Can I at least know what I’m supposed to do? You know, so I do it right?” You adopt a sweeter tone, hoping to quell the sour mood Bo always seemed to be in when he spoke with you.

             “Two college assholes campin’ nearby.” Bo adjusts his hat and crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame before continuing, “They’ll be needin’ a fan belt. Lester is on his way to get ‘em. Need you to bring one up to the house for Vincent while I take care of the other one.”

             What is it with Bo and fan belts?

             Then, the gravity of what he’s said hits you. Instantly, you pale. They’ve never had you participate before. You can’t do it, no way.

             “Bo���

             “You’ll do this, or I’ll make sure the next one on Vincent’s table is you. Got it?” He snarls, leaning forward and shoving a finger in your face. You clench your jaw, hesitantly nodding. What choice do you have?

             “Make yerself decent and meet me at the shop in a half.”

**

             You understand why Bo chose this dress. It’s tight, flaring out at the hips and hanging just halfway down your thighs. Your breasts are almost spilling out the top too. It shouldn’t be hard to lure a ‘college asshole’ up to the house looking the way you do now. You wonder which poor soul wore this dress before they ended up in the museum.

             You think you might be sick.

             As you walk to the shop, the oppressive Louisiana heat beats down on you, making you squint and pant. Sweat beads along your forehead and chest before spilling into your cleavage. You adjust your outfit, hoping to hide a little more skin. You feel exposed. The old wax woman across the street peers disapprovingly out her window. You flip her the bird. Poor old bitch.

             You round the corner to the little gas station, heart hammering. Lester’s truck isn’t there, but you can see three shadows inside the darkened shop window. You fluff up your hair, sucking in a huge breath. You can do this. You have to do this. You don’t have a choice.

             “Hey, Bo, need anything?” You adopt a honeyed southern accent, resting your hands on your hips, your face breaking into a smile. You hope it looks genuine.

             The three men inside turn to look at you. All three are apparently struck dumb by the sight of you. As you lock eyes with Bo, you fight the blush creeping up your neck. Baby blues rake over your body before snapping back to your face. He grins.

             “Hey, sis. Just in time.”

             Sis, huh?

             “These boys need a V-belt. I don’t see any here. You remember if we have any up at the house?”

             “Yeah, we just got some in today,” you chirp, reaching behind you to pull your hair off your dewy neck.

             “Would you mind takin’ one of these two up to the house to get it? I ought to go over cost of repairs here.”

             “Can do.”

             “Dibs!” shouts one of the boys, a tall, lanky thing wearing the stupidest sleeveless shirt you’ve ever seen. ‘Party with Sluts’ it reads. Okay, maybe this won’t be so hard. His friend punches him in the arm and he laughs before sauntering over to you, motioning for you to lead the way.

             “Hey, behave yerself. That’s my lil’ sister.” If you didn’t know Bo, you’d think he was teasing, messing with the kid, but the smirk curling across his face tells you he’s dead serious. No part of that smile reaches his eyes. You do not envy the kid you’re leaving here with him.

             “Bo! Knock it off,” you giggle, pretending to be embarrassed.

             If you were to look back on the conversation you had with the nameless guy you’re leading to his death, you wouldn’t remember a word of it. Your blood rushes too loudly in your ears to hear half of what he’s saying. You just giggle and play with your hair every time he speaks. It seems to be working.

             “Uh, kay, wait here, I’ll just run upstairs and get the belt,” you say a little too loud so Vincent can hear. You leave him at the bottom of the stairs, careful to accentuate the sway of your hips as you climb the steps so he’s distracted.

             Vincent wastes no time. As soon as you make it to the top, you hear a strangled shout, a heavy thud, then nothing. You don’t turn around.

             The second you make it to your room you peel the dress off your sticky skin and hurl it across the room. Desperately, you fight the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and the burn in your throat. You had to. You had to. You can’t die yet, not after everything you’ve been through.

**

             You carefully level off a cup of flour before tipping it into a bowl on the counter. You do the same with the baking powder, salt, baking soda….

             It’s three something in the morning. You haven’t been able to sleep all night. So, you do what you always do when you can’t sleep: You bake cookies.

             You gather up the butter wrappings and head for the trash can. As you move, you catch something out of the corner of your eye and jump in shock, gasping and bracing a hand against your chest.

             Bo leans against the doorway, beer in hand, mechanic suit half off and tied around his waist. He chuckles quietly when you grasp the counter and take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

             “You scared the shit out of me,” you chide, tossing the wrappings into the garbage. You glance down, noticing your bare legs. Right. You’re only wearing a pair of panties and one of Vincent’s flannels. You didn’t think anyone else would be awake at this hour. Three AM usually found Bo passed out, Lester camping somewhere in his truck, and Vincent toiling away in the basement.  

             “I’ll go put some pants on,” you mumble, moving to leave the kitchen, but Bo extends his arm across the doorway to block your exit.

             “Nah. You look good in my shirt,” he comments, mouth quirking up at the corner in that stupid self-satisfied smirk he always wears. You glance down at the red and black checkered flannel, then back to Bo again.

             “I thought it was Vincent’s. I must have got it mixed up in the wash.” You swallow, looking away. You don’t like how he’s looking at you, like a wolf eyeing an injured lamb. He sets his beer on the top of the fridge.

             “No harm, no foul,” he murmurs, dropping the arm from the doorway to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You jerk out of his reach, backing away. He follows leisurely, pressuring you until you’re backed up against the counter. He doesn’t stop advancing until his face is inches from yours.

             “Bo,” you mutter, a shaky breath leaving your mouth with his name. You say it like a plea.

             “Yeah?” he purrs, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. He leans in closer, so close you can smell the beer and cigarettes on his breath.

             “Please,” you whisper, voice trembling. He groans quietly under his breath at that.

             “Hmm, say that again, darlin’.” You shake your head, tensing when he reaches up to glide his fingers, feather light, across your jaw. He continues, “I didn’t like the way those fuckers were lookin’ at you today. Not. One. Bit.” He taps you on the nose in time with the last three words.

             “Well, they’re dead now, so….” You trail off, your hammering heart trying to force its way into your throat.

             “Mmm hmm,” he hums, “You did good today, baby. Real good.” You swallow, face heating up, a jolt of arousal sparking between your legs. His voice, the fingers stroking along your collarbone, his words; they’re having an effect on you.

             “Bo,” you beg again, more insistent this time.

             “You don’t like this?” he asks, stepping forward so you’re pressed flush against him. The heat of his body is overwhelming.

             “N-no, please, s—

             Your plea is cut off by the gasp that sneaks from your throat when Bo shoves his hand into your underwear and drags his fingers along your dripping slit. He brings them in front of your face, showing you how your slick shines in the low light of the kitchen.

             “I think you’re a fuckin’ liar,” he purrs, grinning wider, “Open your mouth.” You bite your lip and Bo strikes, gripping your jaw hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. You won’t like it.”

             Slowly, you part your lips, opening wider when he shoves his wet fingers in your mouth.

             “Clean ‘em off. That’s a good girl.” You roll his fingers and your own salty taste around on your tongue, sucking on them when he demands it. That pulls another low groan from him.

             “I knew that mouth was good for somethin’.” He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them back into your panties. You inhale sharply and bite your lip again when his deft fingers find your clit, circling slowly, torturously.

             “Fuck, you’re wet, baby girl.” The words are whispered against your lips, his warm breath washing over your face. You let out a shaky breath, forcing your hips to stay still and not buck like you want. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

             Bo chuckles against your mouth before dragging your underwear down your legs, kneeling as he goes. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder. Vincent could walk in any minute, or Lester, you’re right there in the open—

             Bo dives in, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming. All your thoughts derail, crash, and burn. Your eyes roll back and you grip the edge of the counter with one hand, the other flying to your mouth to muffle your wanton moan.

             He laughs, dragging his tongue up your slit and lapping at your clit, slow, deliberate licks with the flat of his tongue. You can’t help it this time; you grind your hips into his mouth and he grabs a handful of your ass to pull you closer. He slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them and making you whine pathetically. Jesus Christ, you’re already close.

             “Bo, Bo, Bo, I’m…I’m gonna—

             And then he pulls away. Your frustrated gasp is silenced when Bo slaps the inside of your thigh, hard. It makes you yelp and try to squirm away. He stands and grabs your jaw roughly, squeezing painfully.

             “Uh uh, I don’t fucking think so. Yer gonna cum on my cock and nowhere else, understand?” You nod, skin feeling like it’s on fire. You haven’t been touched like this for six fucking months. You worry you’re going to be consumed by need. You’ll say anything he wants.

             “Oh, ya’ want that now? You want me to fuck ya’?” His lips are wet, shining with your juices, and inches from yours again. He grinds his hard, clothed length against your hip.  

             “Yes,” you slur. It’s hard to talk with his hand squeezing your face so hard.

             “You forget your manners, sweetheart?”

             “Please, Bo, please,” you beg, resisting the urge to jerk your head out of his punishing grip.

             “Good girl,” he praises, spinning you around and bending you over the counter. He tugs your arms behind your back, gripping your forearms with one hand while he frees his cock with the other. It slaps against your ass, hard and heavy.

             In one, smooth motion, he lines up with your entrance and slams home, impaling you. You shriek behind grit teeth. Your walls spasm around the sudden intrusion and you wiggle your hips in an attempt to adjust to the stretch.

             “Ohhh fuck, that’s tight,” he growls in your ear, giving you no time to catch your breath before he’s ramming into you. The wet smack of skin against skin echoes around the kitchen. Every thrust pulls a strangled moan or whimper from your throat as you desperately try to contain your sounds of pleasure and pain. Bo laughs cruelly, hot breath puffing against your ear.

             “What’s the matter, baby? Don’t want anyone hearing you get fucked?” He punctuates the last word with a particularly vicious thrust. You mewl, and Bo wraps his free hand around your throat, pulling until you arch uncomfortably.

             Despite the mean treatment, Bo still manages to push you to the brink of orgasm again, his cock battering that perfect spot within you. You can’t speak well at this angle and with his hand tight around your throat, but he feels you beginning to clench around him, feels your legs trembling violently.

             “Yeah, cum on my cock, sweetheart, c’mon, give it to me, fuck yes, yes, yes—

             You bite your lip so hard you taste the coppery tang of blood on your tongue. Hot pleasure curls through your core, numbing you as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Bo groans in your ear, releasing your neck in favor of digging his nails into your hip.

             “’M gonna cum. Yer gonna—f-fuck—gonna get down on your knees and open that pretty mouth, understand?” Dazed, you nod. Bo pulls out and as you turn around, he shoves you down to your knees so hard they crack against the linoleum. Your pained grunt is interrupted when Bo fists a hand in your hair, yanking your head back.

             “Open yer mouth, stick out yer tongue, yeah, fuck—

             His voice is tense, clipped, his hand pumping his slick cock. He utters a broken moan and you snap your eyes shut as he paints your face, lips, and tongue white.

             “Swallow,” he orders breathlessly. You do as your told, forcing the bitter taste of him down your throat. He hums in approval, releasing your hair. You wipe your face on your sleeve and crack your eyes open to peer up at Bo. His cheeks are flushed pink, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, chest heaving.

             “Goddamn, you look good like that,” he says, mouth turning up in a crooked grin. After tucking himself away, he helps you to your feet and grabs a nearby washrag to blot away the cum staining your skin. Your legs wobble, your crimson cheeks growing redder the longer he grins at you. Bo smooths your hair back, tucking it neatly behind your ears.

             “There. Good as new.” He swats you on the ass, making you jump in surprise. “Now get to bed. I expect breakfast in the morning, as usual.”  

             What a bastard.

[impossible-rat-babies]

tuesday, two in the afternoon

fallen hero / 2.1k words / chargestep (nb!sidestep + m!ortega) / cw: smoking

mostly below the cut!

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“Why did you bring me down to the beach? It smells awful down here...”

Pollux kicks a rock across the barren sand, watching it roll into the lackadaisical waves lapping at the meager shoreline. The sand squishes beneath his shoes, water leaking through the crappy canvas.

It rained not long ago—almost caught the both of them in the downpour.

His head is still damp from the few fat drops that landed from between the slats in the boardwalk they used to take cover. He runs his hand across the fresh buzzcut, forgetting for a second there’s no curls to tuck behind his ears.

“I thought you liked the beach.” Ortega comes up beside him, keeping pace as they wander through sand and rock, passing by tiny tide pools refreshed by the rain. The sun will dry what the waves can reach soon, but for now they thrive under the cloudy grey sky.

“I don’t mind the beach, but it always stinks like garbage and wet dog down here after it rains.”

“At least it keeps the place private.”

“If you don’t count the seagulls.”

“They’re worse than the tourists.” 

Ortega smiles and Pollux turns to walk backwards, cocking a brow over his sunglasses. Of course Ortega is overdressed to be taking a walk on what passes for a beach these days—a fancy shirt and slacks and the watch he’s got on costs more than four months of rent on Pollux’s shitty apartment.

(Disregarding the sunglasses he’s toting around that are without a doubt the third most expensive thing he owns and even then they were a gift. From Ortega, obviously. He disregards the invading thought that the most expensive thing Ortega has won’t ever be his clothing or a watch, but his spine. Pollux thinks *if*—not *when*—he dies if they’ll pry it out and stick it inside someone else; a replacement for an accident of their own.)

Ortega is always dressed to impress, the silly man. Pollux it’s a habit, or he doesn’t have anything else to wear that isn’t something higher class or luxury, or if he genuinely enjoys silk shirts. The tailored slacks with fancy watches and Italian leather shoes. There’s no one to impress but Pollux and he hasn’t fallen for that trick in years.

“Worried about your shoes?”

“They’re...squishy.”

“You’re gonna ruin them.”

Ortega kicks another rock off towards the waves, stuffing his hands in his pocket as an answer. Pollux snorts, rolling his eyes, and he turns back around, falling into step beside him. He’s always been a fast walker--a faster runner.

Silence stretches out between them and apprehension feels like just another word for awkward, this gap between them. The few pointed inches—enough for static electricity to jump between them, for Pollux to anticipate Ortega’s touch and deftly pull away, leaving air beside his fingertips.

It’s still so hard to let him close.

“Why did you want to meet up here?” Pollux asks just to have something to say, anything to avoid Ortega looking like he’s going to throw his arm over his shoulder and pull him in to mumble something fond, or a terrible joke.

“Just to go on a walk?” Ortega tries and oh he tries so hard. More than he used to.

“Since when did you start walking for fun?”

“When you decide to come along with me. It’s fun, Lux.”

Pollux frowns—he knows this game. Ortega’s got this little tell of looking away just the right way.

“You just wanted to get me out of the house then.”

Ortega shrugs—he’s avoiding, nor is he saying no...

“Okay so I lied. I don’t have anything to talk about. But, if I just wanted to spend time with you then you would’ve said no.”

“True...” Pollux hates how he’s right more often than not. Asshole. “So you picked the beach?”

“I didn’t plan on it raining.”

Pollux sighs, tired of the sand and he wanders away--further out of reach--towards the rocks near the pillars holding up the promenade. 

It’s deserted right now, the rain and the fact that it’s two in the afternoon on a Tuesday keeping the crowds away. Give it a Saturday on a cool summer’s evening and it’d be packed to the gills; people screaming on the small roller coasters, the stink of fresh fried food and the lights--the dizzying array of red, blue and yellow. All the people and all the thoughts buzzing through his head; there were so many bombarding him--all of them, just as aggressive as the lights. He’s braved that terrible crowd--all because Ortega asked. 

He used to do that, do things because Ortega asked nicely. Because they were fun--he had fun. Does he still remember what that felt like? Being on that promenade, breathless and young, laughing like he knew how to laugh? 

They walked down to the very end once, away from the bright lights where it was just the ocean stretching out in front of them like a black abyss. All alone. Ortega asking him, pleading for one ride on the ferris wheel. “Come on Lux just one little ride.” Pollux calling his bluff, shoving his face away because it was all just a ploy for a kiss. Like this is some snapshot romance movie still.

It’s stupid to think about bygones.

There’s no temptation to jump into old times down here, just the water swelling against the rocks and the concrete walls. Trash hiding in the crevices, old green beer bottles that will break and turn to sea glass; left to wash up on the shores of Hawaii.

The beaches there are still nice--worthy of memories. Not this smog stained grey sand.It’s just a hop skip and a jump up onto the slick brown rocks smeared with algae and something that shines like oil. It stinks like it.

Pollux stops, shaking a cigarette out of the package and he cups his hand to protect the fragile flame, watching Ortega clamber up onto the rock beside him. He flops down on a relatively dry spot, free of the worst of the gross.

“What are you doing?” Pollux asks with a faint laugh and a cocked brow, letting his cigarette go unlit. It droops between his lips.

“What does it look like? I’m sitting down.” Ortega replies, smoothing a strand of hair back into the salt and pepper waves at his temples.

“Mr. Ralph Lauren is gonna be pissed you ruined your pants?” A raise of the brow and Ortega looks up at him with a look in those brown eyes.

“My shoes are wet, Lux.” Ortega whines and Pollux is *this close* to kicking him off their rock.

“I think you’re getting old.”

Pollux squats beside him, arms draping over top of his knees.

“Now you’re just being cruel...”

Ortega adjusts, grimacing when he inevitably puts his hand on a wet spot. He untucks his shirt, and he’s rather reminiscent of those “aged like fine wine” men on old magazine covers he found in shitty motel lobbies. He’d fit right on a sandy beach in Florida. These aren’t the right beaches for any of that anymore, still mostly rock. Their original glory immortalized in photographs on the fronts of travel brochures.

But they are healing—slowly. The sand creeps up the shoreline more and more each year.

“I’m not cruel. You just an oversized sun hat and a lounge chair. Maybe a nice hot beer.” Pollux teases and Ortega grimaces.

“It’s January.”

“That doesn’t stop people in Florida or Hawaii.”

“Have you even been to Florida?”

Ortega asks so harmlessly and Pollux pauses.

He’s been there half a dozen times before—fuzzy memories from over a decade ago. Rooftop gardens on top of high rise builds off the coast of Miami, galas with thousand dollar dresses and caked on makeup in the low light from crystal chandeliers. It was all for work, watching and scanning, nimble mental fingers coaxing and teasing truth from the mind’s eyes. He would watch, take in the sights and the sounds through other people’s minds. Take the truth and puzzle over the rest. Ask the dangerous questions: why and how?

He still believes the biggest mistake they made was allowing him to learn.

“I’ve watched movies.” He says instead of lying and he knows he isn’t getting away with it. “Besides, have you ever been to Florida? Or Hawaii even?”

“No, but I’ve watched movies before.”

Ortega grins and Pollux groans, resisting the urge to yet again so shove him off his rock and into one of the tide pools below.

“You’re an asshole.”

Pollux fishes around in his pocket and grabs out a matchbook, flipping it open and fuck he grabbed the wrong one. There’s nothing but the empty packaging in this one, uneven lines from tearing out matches without much grace. He flips it over onto the back and nothing--even the striker strip is shot to hell. Fuck. 

“Are you out?” Ortega peers over and he grumbles.

“Grabbed the wrong matchbook” Pollux huffs, about to grab his carton back out and stuff the poor cigarette back in.

“Wait, I still got--here.” Ortega pulls a small matchbox out of his shirt pocket, holding it out to him. It’s much nicer than his ten cent books he frequently gets for free from the gas station because the cashier thinks he’s cute. 

“You...still carry them around?”

His voice stalls in his chest: it’s meant to be more of questioning incredulity, but it comes out much softer. Forlorn and sticky at the front of his mouth.

Ortega sheepishly looks down at the matchbox, flipping it between his index and forefingers.

“Old habits die hard.”

He ran out of matches a lot, even the crappy little packages where the matches broke more often than actually struck. Ortega started carrying them around, little inch and a half boxes of matches tucked in his coat or shirt pocket. He doesn’t remember when the habit started. But it evolved into a habit of stealing them, seeing how easily he could sneak one away without him noticing.

Ortega protested whenever he caught him and the two of them scrambling for the box until Pollux tucked it away like magic, or Ortega tried tickling him enough times to get an elbow to the nose.

He got him back: a sufficient enough shock and Pollux complained about having a numb hand for the next week.

Pollux had a little stacked collection of them all lined up against the baseboard next to his mattress. He kept the fun ones, the brightly colored and eclectically designed ones--neon blue and mustard yellow. Held onto them until they were falling apart and he painstakingly cut them apart and glued or taped them in the pages of notebooks.

Even now, seven years later Ortega still carries them around and that tugs sharp in the back of his throat and deep in his belly—a sort of nausea that stings his eyes.

He blinks several times and fuck there’s the logo of the cigarette shop Ortega dragged him to once in a blue moon. The floor was some cheap old green motel carpeting--the windows covered in layers of advertisements and wood paneling everywhere else. But god it smelled fantastic--like a humidor stuffed to the brim with anything from cheap cigarettes to fancy and illegal cigars in glass cases. 

(Fuck, it was the best place to buy cigarettes--they still had the little machines with the tokens he’d pay five bucks for at the counter.)

“Yeah...” Pollux mumbles, tearing his eyes away. “Kinda literally, you know. Dying.” He chuckles bone dry and Ortega cringes.

“You still recognized the matchbox. I can’t call you a lost cause yet.” 

He looks over at him, salt and pepper black hair blowing in the breeze, the little white spots where the scars cut through his beard. The soft smile on chapped lips. Even with all the anger in the world rushing under his skin, he can’t be mad.

There’s just that wistful empty ache and he blinks, looking away. The distant shoreline etched on the horizon of a dark ocean and the patchy grey sky above. He lights the cigarette with a single match, the sharpness of the sulfur and the sweet menthol cloud of smoke the breeze dissolves into nothing. 

“Here...” Pollux offers the matchbox back to him.

“Keep it. You need it more than me.” Ortega says, pushing his hand back towards him and he pulls his hand away.

Pollux fixes him with a with a long look before he heaves a sigh and looks back out towards the coast and the ocean further beyond. Smoking the cigarette, filling his lungs on the menthol and tobacco until it burns out at the filter. Ortega sitting beside him, bouncing a leg but he’s quiet. And he doesn’t look over at Pollux.

The sun barely peeks in through the clouds and it looks like this is all the rain they’ll be getting.

[dreamypeaches]

let’s hear it for the boy | jj maybank x reader

summary: you take on the role of jj’s hype woman as his insecurities begin to overwhelm him.

warnings: alcohol use, cursing, allusions to sex

word count: 2k

a/n: i listened to this song (let’s hear it for the boys by deniece williams) on the way to work the other day and couldn’t stop thinking about how much it applies to jj. so here’s this tooth rotting fluff fic. i threw another parks and rec reference in. idk what it is but jj and his girl give me subtle april and andy vibes. enjoy :)

This was not the first time you had ended up like this with JJ. Curled up on his bed in the Chateau, holding him close as he complained about his dad or the Kooks or just life in the Outer Banks. Tonight was different though. JJ had fallen deeper into his thoughts than ever before, picking out every one of his flaws and insecurities and laying them out bare for you.

You listened with a frown on your face as your boyfriend continued to shit on himself. Usually you would stay quiet, inserting kind words here and there, but letting him vent to you until he was finished or he fell asleep. Tonight, however, you had to interrupt when JJ took it too far.

“I’m such a piece of shit, Y/N, why are you even with me? You should just fucking leave, I’m sure you would be a lot happier.”

“Hey!” You nearly shouted, causing JJ to jump from your arms and turning to look at you with wide eyes. You sat up on your knees, taking JJ’s face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. You’d had enough. Tonight, you were going to tell this magnificent boy in front of you just how amazing he is.

“I love you, JJ! I’m not going anywhere! You are the most amazing person I have ever met!”

JJ’s eyes softened slightly at the words, but right now is insecurity was louder than your voice.

“You shouldn’t be with a guy like me. I’m going to hurt you, Y/N. I’m going to say something I don’t mean and fuck it all up because that’s just who I am. I’m just a dirty Pogue from the Cut.”

You released his head and shook your own.

“JJ, you can’t really believe that.” You spoke. Words of encouragement and adoration tumbled from your lips as you began to discuss exactly why JJ was the best man in the world.

He ain't got much to say

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

I know that he loves me anyway

JJ always had a way with words. He could lie his way out of any situation and charm himself into another one. Hell, he had found a way to charm you into his life. But when he finally had you, he started falling for you hard. The words suddenly became stuck in his throat, all the love and emotions he felt for you falling to the wayside. It frustrated him, not being able to find the words to tell you how much he loved you. You knew though.

With you, JJ didn’t have a way with words, he had a way of making you feel loved with just a single touch. The way he held you close to him at a Kegger, his hand in yours helping you onto the Pogue, the passionate kisses and bruising grip on your hips as he pounded into you. He didn’t have to say it. You knew he loved you, beyond a doubt.

And maybe he don't dress fine

But I don't really mind

'Cause every time he pulls me near

I just wanna cheer

Your sister was getting married, and all the Pogues were invited. Standing in your bridesmaids dress by your parents at the entrance to the venue, you saw the familiar orange van pull up and the door slide open. John B jumped out with Sarah, wearing a nice shirt and pants that his girlfriend surely picked out for him. Pope was next, and you recognized the suit he was wearing as the same one he wore to his scholarship interview. In a beautiful, but simple sundress, Kiara popped out behind Pope. Trailing behind them, your eyes softened at your boyfriend, who wore the only button up shirt he owned with a pair of khaki cargo shorts, his usual black boots, and his signature red hat sitting backward on his head. You felt your mother tense up beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “What on earth is JJ wearing?”

You ignored your mom, too busy grinning at your approaching boyfriend. His grin was just as wide, scooping you up in his arms and kissing you hard.

“Hello my beautiful girlfriend!”

“Hi my interestingly dressed boyfriend.” He put you down, stepping back and looking down at himself before meeting your eyes.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” He questioned with a furrowed brow. You giggled and pulled him back to you, shaking your head.

“Nothing, baby, you look amazing,” You said truthfully.

“Damn right I do.”

Let's hear it for the boy

Let's give the boy a hand

Let's hear it for my baby

JJ buried his face in your chest as you spoke. You ran your finger though his hair, feeling him groan as you finish talking about the wedding.

“God, that fit was so terrible.”

“Yeah, it was, but it was also super adorable, just like you.”

He groaned again making you giggle.

“Do remember what happened at the reception though?” You asked. He shook his head and peeked up at you. A small smile on your face, you recount the night with stars in your eyes.

You know you gotta understand

Maybe he's no Romeo

But he's my loving one-man show

Let's hear it for the boy

JJ held you close on his lap as you sat with the rest of the Pogues. You watched your sister dancing with her new wife, a small smile on your face. Kiara poked you, stealing your attention away.

“So, when are you two gonna tie the knot?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. The hands on your thighs tightened their grip and you turned to look at JJ. He had a drunken smirk on his face as he gazed down at you.

“What do you say, sunshine? Wanna get married? Wedding sex is always amazing, imagine what it’s like when your the one getting married,” He said, winking.

You scoffed, turning back around and getting up from his lap.

“How romantic, J,” You say before walking off toward the bar. Kie slapped the back of JJ’s head, giving him a look that said What the hell?

JJ sighs and stands, following after you.

“Baby…” JJ stands before you as you take your drink from the bartender, not meeting his eyes. He grips your hip with one hand, the other gently taking your chin and tilting it up. You sigh and push his arm away.

“It’s fine, JJ, I know you were just joking.”

“What makes you say that?”

You freeze looking back at him, stomach fluttering at the sincere look on his face. Taking your hand, he pulls you closer, brushing your hair behind your ear and resting his palm on your cheek.

“I want to marry you, sunshine, more than anything. I’m sorry for the shit proposal, but I’ll make it up you.”

You grin up at him.

“Promise?”

He leans down, lips ghosting over yours.

“Promise.”

JJ was on his side now, head propped up on his hand. He was smiling down at you as he remembered the night with you.

“I still haven’t made it up to you.”

“Oh you have, a million times over.”

My baby may not be rich

He's watching every dime

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

We always have a real good time

Dates with JJ were always special. He pulled out all the stops, using whatever tips or extra cash he had made that week to get you a special dinner or a gift. Some weeks were less successful than others, and this was one of them. Most of his money had gone to his bike, which was in the shop. But his empty wallet wasn’t going to stop him from showing his girlfriend a good time.

You grinned as you pulled up to the Chateau, seeing your boyfriend waiting for you near the dock. You hopped out of your car and raced down to him, jumping into his arms. After a long kiss, you rest your forehead on his.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“Better now that I have you, sunshine.”

He sets you down and takes your hand, leading you down the dock to the HMS Pogue. A blanket is laid out in the back with some pillows scattered around, along with a cooler with two wine glasses sitting on top of it. JJ helps you into the boat, kissing your hand before releasing it and moving to start the boat.

The colors of the sunset are painting the sky in beautiful oranges, purples, and pinks by the time JJ stops the boat and throws down the anchor. He joins you on the blanket, opening up the cooler and pulling out a bottle of wine, a carton of strawberries, and a jar of Nutella. As he popped open the bottle and poured the wine into the glass, you shook your head at him.

“J, you’ve really out done yourself.”

He grins, handing you your glass.

“Yeah, well, wait till you taste the wine. It was like twelve bucks at the gas station.”

“I think we can agree that all wine tastes the same, and if you spend more than $15 on wine, then you are very stupid.”

JJ raised his glass with a wink, “I’ll drink to that.”

You spend the rest of the night cuddling on the Pogue, eating strawberries and getting wine drunk, watching as the colorful sky faded into a dark, sparkling one. As you got ready to head back to shore, you pulled JJ in for a passionate kiss.

“How did I get so lucky?” You questioned.

“Nah, sunshine, I’m the lucky one.”

And maybe he sings off-key

But that's all right by me, yeah

A karaoke machine, some cheap liquor, and a very drunk JJ Maybank was an amazing combination. Being just as drunk, if not drunker, you couldn’t stop your laughter as the love of your life terribly sang Dear Maria, Count Me In at the top of his lungs. He fell into your lap, face scrunched together at the intensity with which he was singing. You clapped louder than any of the other Pogues, who were just as far gone as you, as JJ sang the final words. He dropped his head dramatically, looking up quickly to sweep his hair out of his face without touching it. As JJ took your hand, pulling you up for a duet, you silently thanked Kie’s parents for cleaning out their basement and not throwing away the shitty karaoke machine from Kiara’s 11th birthday.

'Cause what he does, he does so well

Makes me wanna yell

Let's hear it for the boy

“I love you, J. You’re the greatest person in the whole fucking universe, aliens included. You’re the best friend and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. Don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you differently.”

You rolled over to straddle JJ, taking his head in your hands.

Let's give the boy a hand

Let's hear it for my baby

“I love you, JJ Maybank. I will scream it from the rooftops because everyone needs to know that I am dating the most amazing man I have ever known. But right now, I want just you to hear it. You’re amazing, JJ Maybank.”

You kiss his cheek.

“You’re the funniest guy.”

You kiss the other cheek.

“You have great music taste, but a terrible singer.”

You kiss an eyelid,

“You plan the most amazing dates.”

then the other.

“You make me feel loved.”

A kiss on the forehead.

“Cherished.”

A kiss on the chin.

“Adored.”

You dive in for an intense and hungry kiss, soon pulling away to look deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“Loved.” You whisper. His arms wrap around your back, pulling you close to bury hie head in your chest. You feel tears begin to soak your shirt as he trails kisses across the exposed skin of your collarbone.

“God, I love you so much, sunshine. You’re my whole fucking world.”

He pulls you down for another kiss, rolling you over onto your back. His hands wander your body as he prepares to make you feel as good as you make him.

Let's hear it for the boy

Let's hear it for my man

Let's hear it for my baby

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[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Thank you kindly, Sir (Keanu x Reader)

Summary: AU. your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, fortunately a kind soul stopped to help.

Read Part 2 Here

Author’s notes: I don’t even have an excuse for this one. Pure filth, but feedback is always appreciated. Also, I know nothing about cars. I just did some googling to make it sound remotely real. Sorry for the mess.

Wordcount: 2050

Warnings: smut (oral - male receiving; dirty talk)

“Come on! Work your stupid hunk of metal!” you shouted, kicking the tire and regretting immediately your actions as a shot of throbbing pain rushed through your leg muscles, making everything ache but your frustration was more than understandable.

You were in the middle of nowhere, at night, alone and your car refused to start.

You were supposed to get from San Francisco to Los Angeles for an audition. You considered taking a bus or a plane because your piece of crap car had seen better days and you had been afraid it wouldn’t make the journey, but by the time you were done with the things you needed to do back home, it was too late for either other options so you settled for trusting your car.

Worst. Idea. Ever.

It started choking up about 50 miles from LA. The sun had started to set and you knew you should probably stop and get a mechanic to check it out but there was a big chance that he would want to keep the car for appraisal and you didn’t have time for that. Yet another terrible decision on your part.

You kept ignoring the coughing and wheezing until a small billow of smoke started to come out of the hood and by then it was too late, you had to pull over on the shoulder to take a look. The only problem was that you knew absolutely nothing about cars so you just stared at the metal guts of your vehicle, the searing air making you cough and step aside, the smell of burned oil and something else you didn’t know filling your nostrils uncomfortably.

Resigning to your incompetency, you closed the hood again, deciding to drive back to the gas station you had seen a couple of miles back but of course, by then the car refused to start and here you were, stuck and desperate, your phone constantly beeping, signally low battery.

You had already called road assistance, but they would take at least an hour to arrive. This was so not your day.

Leaning against the hood, you adjusted the skirt of your floral dress and pinned your hair up on the top of your head. Summers in California could be so unforgiving. Even at night, there was barely any breeze and you could feel the sweat sticking uncomfortably to your skin, especially your brow, nape, and the valley of your breast.

You started slightly when you heard the noise of a powerful engine and turned just in time to see a motorcycle pulling up behind your car, a figure clad in all black on top. You felt tension taking hold of your muscles and you let the key of your car fit between your knuckles just in case you had to do some damage

“Car trouble?” the man asked, taking off his helmet and all you could make out was dark hair and beard.

“Yes. Road assistance is in their way,” you announced, hoping he would take as a warning, but he just swung a long leg over the body of the bike, and you realized how tall he was. When he took off his leather jacket, you managed to see the broad shoulders and part of you felt a bolt of exhilaration, but the sane part just felt afraid.

“May I take a look?” he asked, taking a step forward hands in full display for you. “I’m a mechanic.”

You hesitated, glancing from him to your car. Now he had stepped into the light, you could see a tanned face marked by the years, but so much kindness in his brown eyes that you just nodded, stepping aside so he could approach.

“I’m Keanu, by the way.”

Offering your name back at him, you watched as he nimbly got the hood open and used the flashlight of his phone to take a look into the engine. You couldn’t help but admire the tight shape on his ass on the jeans he was wearing, or the bulging of his biceps on the grey t-shirt he was wearing. The fabric seemed to struggle against the flexing of muscles. You bit your lip, feeling warm again but for a very different reason. Keanu was a very handsome man, that was undeniable, but he was a complete stranger and obviously much older than you. You shouldn’t even let your mind go there.

“Here’s the problem.” The sudden sound of his gravelly voice made you jump. “Your PCV valve is clogged.”

“I have no idea what that is,” you said, coming to stand next to him and Keanu chuckled, pointing at something that you barely registered, too busy staring at the drop of sweat trickling down his temple.

“Do you have a rag or something?” he asked, glancing at you and you wondered how much of your lust he could see in your eyes.

“Hm, not really,” you said, bending over the open window of the passenger side to rummage your glove compartment. “I have paper tissues.”

“That won’t work.” You turned back at him and Keanu didn’t even bother to disguise the way he was checking out your ass and you smirked, slanting back to his side.

He was already elbow-deep into the bowels of your car, pushing wires and tubes aside until he came out with something that looked a bit like a small spout, which he used the hem of his shirt to clean.

“Hold this,” he asked handing you his phone, his hands stained with grease. You obeyed and Keanu took a closer look, blowing into the valve, before, putting it back in place and brushing the back of his hand over his brow, leaving dark stains against the root of his hair.

“Try it now.”

You handed the phone back to him, getting into the driver’s seat only far enough to turn the ignition. The car choked and spluttered but it did come to life and you squealed in delight.

“It’s just a temporary fix,” he warned, cleaning his hands on his jeans and slamming the hood shut. “And I think I spotted at least five other things that need replacement. Honestly, that car is a piece of shit. I’m surprised it’s even running.”

“I just need it to get to Los Angeles,” you said tilting your head back to look at Keanu. He was looming over you as you were still sitting but your legs hung on the outside of the open door. “I have an audition.”

“It should hold until them,” he said, hand on his back pocket and taking out a card, handing it to you. “That’s my shop. Bring it by and I’ll make sure to give you a good deal.”

“Thanks,” you grinned at him, thumb rubbing over the embossed red letters. “And thank you for stopping. You truly saved me now.”

“It’s alright,” he smiled at you, running a hand over his short hair. “It’s not safe for a young woman to be alone on the side of the road like this. You should head out. Call road assistance on the way. It’s getting late.”

Keanu took a step away from you, probably ready to go back to his bike and walk out of your life. Before you could think too much about it, you grabbed his hand, making him stop and glance back at you with an arched eyebrow.

“Please, let me thank you for your kindness.” You looked at him through your lashes, sucking your lower lip into your mouth as you spread your legs very suggestively and Keanu’s eyes widened slightly.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” you cut him off, tugging on his hand gently to bring him closer until he was standing in front of you, his crotch right in your line of sight. “Please.” You ran your hands up his strong thighs, pausing on the waistband of his jeans as you looked up at Keanu, waiting for his nod of confirmation.

With a smug smirk, you undid his pants, pulling down along with his underwear, only enough to let his cock out. You weren’t the only one to be aroused by your interaction, because his large dick was already semi-hard and it only took a few tugs of your hand to bring it to full hardness.

Keanu had a glorious cock. Long and thick, with a slight curve and when you licked up the underside vein, he grunted and slammed his fist on the roof of the car. The power of his strike making you jump, your heart thundering and your cunt throbbing in desperation. He was the kind of man that always attracted you: tall, dark, and handsome, with a mysterious vibe about him. Powerful enough to break you in half and the thought of it was enough to send a rush of wetness into your panties.

You coated his length with saliva, exploring every vein and ridge, teasing Keanu by dipping your tongue in the slit of his head, tasting his precum before engulfing the tip in your mouth and sucking hard.

“Fuck!” he growled, his hips snapping forward slightly but you were ready for it and the movement didn’t choke you too much. “You’re good at this,” he commented, his voice lower and throaty. “You like sucking cock, huh? Are you soaking that seat from having me in your mouth?”

You groaned at his words, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks, taking as much of him as you could and stroking the rest, making sure to swirl your tongue around the head at each upward motion.

A stream of curses and encouragements fell from Keanu’s lips as he rocked his hips, one hand around your nape, more for support than anything else. He let you take all the control and you liked that.

“Shit! I’m close,” he warned, his movements becoming faster and uncoordinated. “You’re gonna let me cum in your mouth, like a good little slut?”

You moaned, nodding slightly and redoubling your efforts, your free hand down your panties, fingering yourself in time with his strokes. Keanu tugged at your hair, making you pull back with on obscene pop and look at him through hooded eyes as you work your clit in steady circles of your fingers. Your legs were spread wide and your clothed cunt in full display for him.

“Beg me for it,” he ordered, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Please, please come in my mouth, Keanu,” you mewed, feeling the rushing wave of your orgasm approaching. “Let me taste your cum.”

“Good little slut,” he smirked at you, letting you take his head into your mouth and stroking himself hard and fast. “And you’re gonna fucking swallow it too.”

He let out a deep grunt when his cock spurted hot ribbons of cum all over your tongue and you hummed at the salty and bitter taste, swallowing every drop and sucking his head to catch everything until Keanu finally pulled back, smiling at you.

“Come on, it’s your turn,” he encouraged, tucking himself back in his pants and crouching down to better watch you as your fingers rubbed and toyed with your clit, the spark of pleasures building steadily. “Are you gonna cum for me, pet?”

You moaned, letting him pull you closer, claim your mouth in a dirty kiss that had your toes curling and your back arching as your orgasm hit you like a rushing tide and you keened against his lips, your fingers never stopping, dragging out your pleasure for as long as you could endure.

When you finally pulled back for breath, your chest heaving, your skin covered in sweat, Keanu tugged your hand away from your cunt, bringing your drenched fingers to his mouth.

“It’s only fair,” he said, a twinkle of wickedness on his eyes as he licked your juices from your fingers, groaning softly at your taste. Once he was done, he let go of your hand and caught you in another deep kiss, before getting up again.

“Come by the shop after your audition tomorrow” There was an edge of command in his voice, as he caressed your thigh, leaving dirty stains over your skin. “I’ll fix your car and then I’ll fuck that pretty little pussy like it deserves.”

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Deja vu pt4

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait! Who’s ready for 19 pages of Remus angst? If you’re new around [Here] is the first part, and [Here] is the previous chapter for those who want a refresher!

(To that one person who asked if Remus’s vision would get any clearer: I am so sorry.)

Summary: Remus has been able to see the future since he was eight years old. He thinks that maybe his mother would have loved him a bit more if he hadn’t. (aka, Remus calls home.)

Words: 7879

TW: attempted suicide, blood, death, bad parenting

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By the time he’s twenty one and four months, Remus is no stranger to cross country traveling. He’s been all over the country, all over the back roads, the main roads, the highways and the interstates. He’s had paper maps from greasy gas stations stuffed in his go-bag since he was eighteen, and keeps souvenirs of his travels in the form of pins and buttons he’s clipped on the shoulder strap. 

He had made it a habit to never travel with a plan. He had chosen directions on a whim, following signs when he felt the need to sleep somewhere, and picked up cars from dealerships when he had been too lazy to use his casino-breaking powers to get the cash to pay for it legally. 

Travelling is something Remus has always been familiar with. The freeing feeling of pressing his foot to the floor and blowing through endless cornfields, of burning more gas than strictly necessary, of getting himself lost on backroads without cell service-- He loves driving with the windows down and the long distances. During the billions of times that he had slept in whatever car he was using, he had enjoyed climbing on the hood and staring up at the stars until sleep dragged him away again. 

Travelling with Dee, however, is something else entirely.

At first it had been different just because there were two of them: the presence of another person made him feel the need to talk to fill the silence, made him actually have to answer the “where are we going” question, made him unsure of if what he was doing was the right thing to do.

(Not the morally right thing-- no that he knew the answer of. He meant the right thing as in the thing that Dee wanted him to do. He imagined in those first few weeks he acted a lot like a pet dog, always checking back to Dee to see that he was doing good, and wagging his metaphorical tail whenever the Shapeshifter gave him that delicious validation.)

Travelling with Dee almost means the death of sleeping in the car they were using. The Shapeshifter believes him when he says that they aren’t gonna be attacked in the night or the police aren’t going to come knocking on their windows, but Dee, as much as he tries to pretend he’s new to riches and money, is a fucking elitist. 

“Why sleep in the backseat when there is a hotel with a bed and breakfast right there?” He used to ask, sometimes still asks, never needs to ask anymore. “Why act like a ruffian without a home when I can live like a king?”

And, well, Remus had looked into his eyes for too long and gotten lost in the depths of them. Dee was pretty, you see? And Remus’s stubbornness was a learned trick that Dee knew how to circumnavigate. 

Travelling with Dee means hotels with beds and fake names in a log book. It means showers with mini bottles of shampoo and crisp covers freshly cleaned and watching the stars from the balconies while Dee smelled his money (again). It means complimentary breakfasts that aren’t super great, but they’re something that Remus hadn’t had in a while and sharing a room with another person who didn’t trust him not to run off with all their money, counting the near silent inhales and exhales, and trying not to think about stupid things like “family vacations” or “Just share the bed, Roman, its one night!”

It means no more stealing cars, because Dee rations out and puts aside money in the most atrocious order-- something that he won’t describe to Remus beyond “you’re cute, but not that cute” no matter how many times Remus asks, or when he asks. Somehow he always has the money for a new car and food and a hotel room and anything else they saw and wanted for whatever reason. 

(“Not that one,” Remus had said, grabbing Dee’s arm before he could even look in the direction of the car in the lot. And Dee blinked but didn’t ask any questions. He didn’t pick out any other silver sedans and Remus managed to make it all the way to the bathroom before vomiting his guts up. Funny, isn’t it? That he can still see blood on a bumper and hear the screams of ambulance sirens thirteen fucking years later?)

Some things are the same, though.

Remus takes note of them as he drives calmly through the evening, like he used to in the four years where he had between running away from everything he’d known and running into Dee’s arms. The air still feels nice with the windows down, his eyes still burn when the opposite traffic forgets to turn off their high beams, the radio is still soft and soothing and plays along to his heartbeat. Dee’s still curled up in the passenger side seat, wearing a fresh pastel peach button up tucked into black dress pants and dress shoes bought straight from the rack. 

He’s still cute like this, vulnerable, with scales on display and his seatbelt imprinting a line on his opposite cheek. There’s a duffel bag of stolen money at his feet, all counted and tagged in his pocket notebook that he never lets Remus flip through. In the backseat are two more duffel bags with just Remus’s atrocious half of the money and another couple of suitcases that contain their material possessions.

Something stirs in Remus’s gut at the sound of Dee’s soft snores. He really is asleep, really does trust Remus not to drive them into a guard rail or off a cliff or into another car. He really trusts that Remus hasn’t been hiding a switchblade in his sleeve, just waiting for the right moment to plunge it into Dee’s throat before making an abstract art masterpiece out of his blood. He really trusts Remus not to park somewhere on the shoulder and take all the money they have between them and disappear in the night without a trace.

He trusts Remus.

And he doesn’t have a clue how much that means. 

Well, maybe he’s guessed a little. After all, Remus still gets that surprised look on his face when Dee actually listens to him, still finds himself rolling that purple coin from the Basilisk Casino that he’s kept, still gets a little shaky when he tells certain futures because this is it, this is gonna be the time where Dee says he’s stupid and crazy and dumb and he’s not gonna listen--

Trust was a hard thing to come by after Remus turned eight. How can you trust the crybaby that starts sobbing every time someone gets a little scratch? How can you trust the psycho kid who needs medication to go to school? How can you trust Roman’s Weirdo Brother when he says he can see the future like some sideshow circus attraction?

But Dee trusts him enough to keep travelling with him, enough to keep robbing banks with him, enough to let down his glamour and show his real self while he’s sleeping.

It's all well and good and fine.

Remus wishes he trusted himself the way Dee trusts him.

The music playing is still something that Dee had picked out hours before, classical and Remus doesn’t hate it necessarily, but he did turn it down so slow that the engine is louder than those stupid violins. Remus has an appreciation for people who find the screeching strings pleasant rather than just annoying, he swears. But the rumbling of the engine, the bump of every uneven bit of road, the slow winding turns is a familiar comforting melody.

Home, Remus knows, is more of the road than any building he’s ever been in. It’s more of the feeling of Dee’s hand in his over the console, more of the smell of pine tree air fresheners mixed with new car, than any concrete solid place he’s ever been.

Which is silly, maybe. Remus thinks if he squeezes his eyes closed really hard he can still picture the layout of the house he and Roman lived in. (Not “home”, not “the place he grew up in” and he definitely didn’t grow up in there-- because it wasn’t until he was seventeen and sleeping in gas station bathrooms in two hour spurts that he learned how the world really was.)

His mother really tried, Remus thinks. She really tried to be a good person, a good mother, a good role model. She made sure they cleaned their rooms and taught them how to do the laundry. She made sure he brushed his teeth and was fed and healthy and smil--

Listen when he--

Helped him take his med--

She tried, okay. Remus thinks that if he had been a normal child he might have grown up happy. He thinks that if she had had any other son to twin with Roman she would have been a fantastic Mom. He thinks that if he hadn’t gotten his power at eight fucking years old he would have been able to articulate what the fuck was going on and they might have had a chance.

Then he wonders what the hell they would have had “a chance” at. 

And then he gets angry about himself even thinking about it and---

---drives his car directly into the guardrail. Killing himself instantly with the force of the side collision and the air bad while Dee gasps for life he desperately was clinging too and the car that had been behind them for three exits screeches to a stop a dozen yards ahead of them and with passengers scrambling from their pickup truck screaming for help---

---drives his car directly into the guardrail. Killing himself instantly with the force of the side collision and the air bad while Dee gasps for life he desperately was clinging too and the car that had been behind them for three exits screeches to a stop a dozen yards ahead of them and with passengers scrambling from their pickup truck screaming for help---

---drives his car directly----

 And Remus keeps driving on the quiet road, switching lanes so he’s in the middle lane rather than the side one.

Its not a good night.

Well in all honestly it hasn’t been a good day either. They had spent most of it driving and Remus hadn’t meant to be quiet, but his thoughts had been so loud he forgot that not everyone could hear them. They felt like screams, like a blow horn directly into his ear drums, like his brain was being torn apart with each and every fire of a neuron. 

Thinking hurt. He hated to do it. 

Dee must have picked up on it, must have taken note of his change in attitude since that morning when he had grabbed the car keys off the dresser and hoisted their bags into the car. He had asked once, Remus thought, maybe. It would have been out of character for him not to ask what Remus was doing with the keys, but if he had asked he had only done it one time.

And Remus hadn’t answered it and Dee hadn’t asked again.

He also hadn’t asked where they were going. Remus thinks that was blessing, a mercy, a silent kindness that he was too selfish to even say thank you for. He didn’t know where he was driving to, just that he had blown through a full tank and a half and somewhere over ten hours of driving and that they had crossed timezones again.

And the concept of timezones had made him angry enough to slam his foot to the floor and nearly run a blue minivan off the road entirely.

He switches hands he’s steering with, flexing and stretching his digits to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

There’s four hours now. 

And Remus knows this because even if he hadn’t graduated highschool he knew how to read a clock. Which was what he had been doing all day: watching the speedometer and watching the clock and watching his blood pressure rise with every mile he drove.

There’s four hours between them now. Which means nine o’clock for him, which means the dim sky, which means the peaks of the faint stars through the grey cloudy sky, the closed mom-and-pop shops and the dwindling number of other cars-- which means that everything around him currently is not the same thing for someone who is four hours behind them.

Dee is asleep, shifting tiredly, when Remus, grinds his teeth together so hard and violently and angrily.

His skin feels wrong, too tight, too small. It feels like someone else and he’s only borrowing it. It twists around his lungs, constricting around him like a python and stealing every breath from his chest and getting smaller with every inhale. 

His legs burn with a restless energy and his eyes hurt from driving for so long and he’s hungry.

The radio fuzzes as he drives, as they reach the end of the station's signal range, as the violins finally die and leaves them with just static. The noise is grating in a way that Remus can’t quite place, something more annoying than the screeching of his own thoughts that won’t shut up. He reaches blindly for the power button, trying not to take his eyes off the road because he doesn’t want to plow them into the back end of the SUV they’ve been trailing behind for the better part of fifty miles. 

The radio goes off. 

Remus’s thoughts do not. 

The cloudy sky makes it darker than it actually is, making him turn on his headlights and make him growl at the lane reflectors he comes across every so often. The words on the signs might as well be written in Greek because Remus doesn’t bother reading them at all.

Mostly.

He tries not to. 

But there’s one that spells out “RESTSTOP” and it gouges its phantom fingers in Remus’s brain, refusing to leave him alone after he sees it. He drives and he tells himself it's because they haven’t eaten all day, because Dee probably needs to use the restroom, because he needs a stretch. Dee hasn’t complained at all, you know? Remus owes him a little bit of a stop. Maybe they can look for a fancy hotel with a penthouse edition and get himself drunk on the minibar delights.

That’s all.

It hasn’t nothing to do with the four hour time gap.

Dee doesn’t wake even when he pulls into a well lit parking spot. There’s a handful of other vehicles in the lot: a deep green hatchback with two bikes strapped to the top, a jeep with no doors and a lot of mud, a group of sixish motorcycles and the owners of them standing nearby talking quietly. He counts at least seven eighteen wheelers resting for the hour all with a collection of name brands and graffiti on the backs. 

 Remus puts their own car in park and sits back, taking it all in. 

He’s no stranger to travelling, hasn’t been for a long time. At twenty one years and four months old he’s no longer scared of the dark and certainly not scared of going to a public restroom. The signs clearly mark eating areas, restrooms, the dark, creepy, not-at-all well lit path into the woods for those who need to stretch and want to be murdered by psycho crazy forest clowns. There’s vending machines that take credit cards for sodas and packaged foods and Remus even spots one selling cheap portable phone chargers.

There’s a payphone booth.

Three actually.

None of them are in use, currently.

Remus looks back at the clock in their car-- its a quarter past nine-- and wishes that he couldn’t do math so well in his head. Maybe if he hadn’t been able to count he would have been able to take the stupid urge by is scrawny neck and throw it out the window while he drove right on by. Maybe if he hadn’t been able to keep track of days so well he would have been able to ignore the date. Maybe if he hadn’t been so great at counting he could have been better at something else, anything else, something normal.

She had tried, hadn’t she? 

So Remus should have been thankful, grateful, happy at least about that, right? It was his fault that he hadn’t been able to figure out that his visions were telling the future until a year later, until the doctors told him it was all in his head, until his own mother had decided he was making it up. She had listened to him those first few times, listened and reassured him, and held him close when he couldn’t breathe from the crippling fear that Roman was going to die. She had weathered each of eight-year-old Remus’s breakdowns with the patience of a saint.

And he still hadn’t been able to be that perfect son for her.

“Take your meds, Remus,” She had still told him when he was sixteen and had stopped crying when he watched her cross the parking lot without looking. “Take your meds and you’ll get better.” She had said even though that wasn’t what the meds did for people who actually took them. The meds hadn’t been the glue to piece him-- or anyone-- back together. They just reminded people of how their pieces fit without scratching and breaking and shattering even more.

And Remus hadn’t even needed them back then, because his problem hadn’t been like anyone else's. 

It hadn’t been delusions and hallucinations in his head. It hadn’t been him going crazy, it hadn’t been him losing himself. 

She had tried though. To be a good mother. To love him and all his….quirks.

“I don’t need you!” Roman had said. Very loudly, very openly, very angrily. And Remus thinks about that day a lot, often, all the goddamn time. Because they had been arguing all the way up the stairs, had been fighting verbally and their mother, their mom, Mom, had been just below them in the kitchen making dinner-- or maybe it had been a dessert, baking? Or just messing around in the kitchen. She had been there.

And they had gotten in trouble for arguing much quieter before.

Remus thinks about that day. He thinks about the vision of Roman dying by his own hand, of the blood and the gore and then fluttering pulse and the concept of a soul leaving the body. He thinks about how his parents would have come running the moment they heard Roman scream in pain.

He thinks. 

Maybe he thinks too much. 

And maybe one day he’d get the courage to ask himself the big looming question: Had she loved him? Or had she loved the concept of him?

Today wasn’t, hasn’t been, isn’t that day.

It’s nine thirty, here, at this rest stop somewhere in Oregon, where Remus is clawing his fingers on his thighs and letting his unevenly chewed nails catch on the holes in his fishnets. Its nine thirty here on the day where Remus is twenty one and four months old and staring at a payphone like it was about to ring all by itself. Its nine thirty one and Remus is thinking too much, too loudly, not enough.

It must be around five thirty for her. Right in the middle of dinner. Or after. Maybe she’s doing the dishes under scalding water that boils her hands right off. Maybe the dinner was poisoned and she’s clawing at her throat right now. Maybe she went out for the evening and got hit by a car when crossing the street.

Remus knows he could check. He doesn’t.

Because his skin is already itching and his breath is too hot and he wants to cry but he’s too old to be crying over things like this, just like his mom has said a thousand times over. 

He wonders if she would believe him if he told her how many times she had cried over Roman, how many times she had frozen at the sight of her precious baby boy going still and silent, how many times she fell to the ground and clutched at his body screaming her sobs like there was a chance any god out there would hear her anguish and give her son back. 

Like she had only one to love and cherish.

She had tried.

Remus wants to laugh so badly it hurts. The urge itself rips through his body, shredding his organs with a razorblade and filling his lungs with fluids followed and squirming its way up his throat inch by inch with a determination Remus hasn’t seen in himself since that gas station four years ago where he saw himself jump in front of an eighteen wheeler and felt his insides go splat! for the first time.

Remus wants to laugh, because she had tried, and it hadn’t been enough and Remus still---

He still---

Remus pulls the keys out of the ignition and throws them in the cupholder next to the sleeping Dee. He exchanges it for his wallet, which had seen far better days and been handled far nicer, but that’s beside the point. His driver’s license is overdue but nothing short of a nuclear bomb will get him back to the state he had once lived in-- he skips over it and the various rechargeable cards he had picked up over the years (Starbucks, Seven-Eleven, a Techron Advantage Card he got for fun and never actually used because Dee always paid for gas) and goes straight for the cash.

They’re all large bills. He takes a fifty.

Dee murmurs softly as he unbuckles his seat belt and flies into a wide blown panic when Remus opens the door. Quicker than Remus thought was possible for a guy to move, he springs over the dividing console and grabs Remus’s arm with-- OW FUCK DEE -- claws.

Remus yanks back on instinct, throwing himself against the already open door and tumbles into the empty parking spot next to them. His arm howls with pain, with an agony, with a cacophony that drowns out all his other thoughts for the moment. 

The blood is red. 

Remus is twenty one and four months old and his body wracks with such a vehement hatred for the color it makes the rest of his blood, the blood in his veins, the blood in his body, his blood boil. Its red, and he hates red, has hated red, will forever hate red.

Because red was the color of Roman’s favorite jacket when they were eight, the color of Roman’s shoes that he left out on the stairs too many times, the color of Roman’s blood too.

Red had been the color staining the bumper of a silver sedan, the color of a broken snow globe hitting the carpet, the color of Remus’s insides on the freeway, and the underside of an eighteen wheeler, and the bottom of the motel bathroom tub. 

“Remus!” Dee yells from inside the car, morphing, changing, panicking in a way that is not like him at all. He clambers into the driver's seat looking too pale for a guy whose skin tone could be any color he wanted it to be. “I’m sor-- I didn’t know we ha--- Oh my god I’m sorry!” 

He grabs all the napkins they have squirreled away in the crevices of the car, then the half empty tissue pack from the last time Remus had decided to check to see if the line in McDonalds was going to be long, then a scarf Dee had bought before he remembered that it was warm enough to cook eggs on the sidewalk in most of the places they went to. He spills out of the car even less gracefully than Remus had, bubbling up apologies like his mouth was a fountain. There’s an emotion wafting off him, something that taints the air and makes the hair on Remus’s neck stand on edge.

“It’s okay,” Remus whispers.

“You’re not okay!” Dee frantically responds, turning a stripe of his hair blonde and completely missing the part where Remus did not say he himself was okay.

Dee’s fingers feel like bugbites up and down his arm, like cigarette ends being jammed into his flesh, like he was the cake and Dee was placing enough candles in him to make up for every birthday his mother had missed celebrating.

“Its okay,” Remus says, tugging his arm away before Dee can turn him into a house fire that burns down the whole block.

“Remus--”

Remus stands up. “I need to make a phone call.”

Remus doesn’t need to make a phone call. He probably shouldn’t make a phone call. 

“Remus!” Dee says standing up too. He’s taller this week, today, now, than he’s been before. He’s got an inch on Remus, and he uses that inch to look down at him and breathe like every inhale might be his last. There’s blood on his hands from trying to mop up where Dee had clawed him. Remus can feel the warmth of his blood trailing down his fingers even now. 

“What the hell is up with you right now!” He demands in a way that makes Remus’s stomach churn, that makes his knees weak and his throat feel all lumpy in all the wrong places. 

He should be mad. Dee should be furious at him for ignoring him all day, for driving them through a handful of states, for not pausing for bathroom breaks or any type of food, for not waking him when he stopped at the rest stop. He should be so angry he can’t see straight, so enraged that he stood up and grabbed the keys and drive the fuck away from here. He should be mad.

So why does he sound so scared? 

“Is this about the Mall?” Dee asks, “I can do better, Remus, please! I’m sorry!”

He’s babbling like a brook, about things in the mall that Remus barely remembered because it was a day and a half ago and three, four, five states gone. He’s talking about the Mall the same way that eight-year-old Roman had been apologizing for name calling, while Remus was three sheets in the wind during a tornado on his own thoughts.

“No,” Remus says, which is about as effective as shoving his finger in a hole in a dam.

The parking lot lights make Dee look like he’s standing in a spotlight on stage. Remus hates the sight, hates the feeling that they’re putting on a production for someone else's entertainment, hates that he should know his lines by now and because he doesn’t he's ruining everything around him.

Dee moves like a clockwork mannequin with rusted gears. Remus thinks he can hear each individual gear screech as his back straightens and his weight shifts back and Dee looks more like Roman than he’d ever know.

“N--n--” Dee repeats, “No?”

As if he didn’t know what the word meant.

“Like….no I can’t do better?”

-- “Like, No Get Back in the Fucking Car, Dee!” Remus explodes.---

--“Like No, Leave me alone for five seconds!” Remus erupts.---

--”Like No, Its not your fault I’m a fucking mess!” Remus chokes.---

--- “Like No, Its not your fault. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me.”--

-- “Like No, I’m making bad decisions and I’m sorry and I don’t know what to do and I know that you don’t really love me the way you think you do because no one ever loves me that way. Like No, this is a future that I’m not going to choose but I wish I had because keeping this all in my chest hurts like a little bitch, Dee. It hurts so bad. Like no. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m going to have such a nose bleed from this one, and because you’re you, you’ll know that I’ve been bullshitting my way through this for a good while. My power’s broken, Dee. Don’t you see? And once I tell you what's going to be left for you to stay?.”---

“Like No,” Remus says, defeated. “I don’t even remember what happened at the Mall.”

Dee stares at him with stolen sapphire eyes, with an emotion he can’t place, with wordless questions Remus doesn’t want to answer.

He doesn’t know what time it is.

A drip of his blood leaks down his lip and lands on the asphalt at his feet. That’s okay.

He breathes in the dry air, feeling it scratch down his throat and butcher his lungs with each inhale. “I...need to make this phone call.”

“Why?” Dee pleads, and Remus thinks that if even Dee can tell it will end badly, he should know better than to go through with it. 

But Remus has been thinking too much lately, about too many things. He’s been trapped up in his own head, and the last people he tried to let help him gave up on him.

And he still can’t give up on them.

“It’s her birthday,” Remus says with a smile that borders on deranged, “And she tried, you know?”

He doesn’t know. Remus can tell by the look on Dee’s face. But that’s okay. They made a pact after all, after that first night, that they wouldn’t get personal, that discussions of feelings were off the table. And Dee had said in a future that hadn’t happened that Remus was an investment that will pay out one day. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know.

“Remus,” Dee says, controlling the stage like he was born to do it. “What will she say?”

Remus shrugs and turns away because he’s never been able to make it past intermission of any production he’s watched. The fifty in his hand has splatterings of blood, his arm aches and whines as he uses it to smear away the waterfall from his nose. At least a couple of the sidewalk lights are broken so he doesn’t scare every single normal person chilling at the rest stop as he walks up.

Remus is twenty one and four months, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t waste forty seven dollars on snacks from a vending machine just to get the change in quarters to call cross country. He’s not hungry but he peels open a Cliff bar and takes a bite anyway. The rest of the food he leaves on the patio floor around the vending machine for whatever comes by, be it the kids he can hear yelling or the raccoons watching from the tree line.

He glances back at the car, their car, Dee’s car. Just to make sure its still there. That Dee didn’t drive off without him.

Dee hadn’t, didn’t, doesn’t. He’s sitting in the driver's seat with the door wide open, half in half out, and it looks like he was fiddling with the radio again.

Remus tosses the other half of the bar into the trashcan and walks the last three steps to the payphones. 

She had tried. Remus puts the phone to his ear and tries to remember how to breathe. 

The buttons are stiff. Remus’s knuckle leaves behind traces of his blood as he dials. The back of his throat tastes like his inside of his stomach. There’s a gritty feeling along his teeth and the bottom of his mouth from the Cliff Bar. He’s knees tremble to the sound of the ringing, leaving him swaying in the too-long silences, in the bated breaths, in the calm before the hurricane. 

“Hi! It's the Regis Family! We’re not available right now, but if you leave your name and number, we’ll get back to you!” 

Remus’s mouth tastes like blood. He swallows it down, breathes through the rest of the message, the beep and another moment where his chest just aches with a billion words he doesn’t know how to say.

“H….hey.” His voice is raspy. Why is his voice so raspy? He clears his throat. “I, uh...I was calling to say, Happy Birthday. Hope it was a good one. That’s all. B--”

“--Hello?”

Remus’s jaw clicks shut at the noise, the words, the voice. Because even four years later Remus knows it like the back of his hand, can still imagine it screaming his name in the store, of it laughing as she brushed through his curls, of it whispering softly that everything is fine, everything is okay, I’m right here, Remus.

“Ha, Hi! Sorry about that, you caught us just as we were getting back to the house! Oh, this is embarrassing… Who is this? Our caller ID isn’t working…”

She trails off.

Remus thinks he’s forgotten how to breathe.

She sounds out of breath, flushed and happy and excited in a way that he doesn’t remember her ever being before. His vision tunnels through memories, through scenes in his head where she’s smiled and laughed and giggled the way she’s doing right now. He’s coming up blank.

He grabs the wall to keep himself steady.

“Hello?”

“I’m here,” Remus croaks.

She’s different now. So is he. Everything is different and the world seems to stop at that mind blowing statement.

“.....I’m sorry,” She says, “I really need to know who this is, now.”

Remus should hang up. 

Remus needs to hang up. 

He laughs, like he’s on death row, like the barrel of a gun in on his temple, like his foot just left the ledge.

“What?” He asks, “Can’t a mother recognize the sound of her own son's voice?”

There’s a breath. A moment. A second. Remus feels it. Like it's tangible, palpable, real. Like all the clocks in the world decided to stop. Like a tick without a tock. Like the past and the present and the future didn’t exist at all. There’s a breath, and Remus thinks that she had tried once, maybe she could try again. 

They both could try again.

“Oh my god. Is that...Baby, is that really you? I’m so sorry for what I said. You were right.” 

“Wait--”

“You’re always right. And I’m sorry about-- about everything. Please let me make it up to you?” His mother says and Remus gets a sinking feeling in his chest.

“What--”

“Or at least talk about it? Can we do that?”  His mother says and Remus should have hung up.

“Mom--”

“Can you come back home, Roman?” His mother says and Remus sees red.

Because, of course, she thought he was Roman. Of course. 

Red is the color of Roman. The color of his jacket and his shoes and the ball Remus should have thrown into the road when they were eight. The color of a past Remus can’t get rid of because every time he does anything he can only hear Roman’s voice in his head or picture his mom with her red lipstick telling him to take his pills and stop being so abnormal. It’s the color of a future that he can’t reach because every time he gets a little bit of hope he’s reminded that he’s unnecessary and forgettable. 

Red is the color of Remus’s blood that looks just like his twin’s but somehow has always been valued less to their mother.

He squeezes the handle of the phone so hard his fingers go numb from the pain, and the scarf around his wrist turns scarlet. His body trembles and bubbles and boils like its housing a volcano ready to erupt, or a thousand termites are trying to chew their way out of him, or every atom in his body is trying to shake themselves apart.

Remus is twenty one and four months old and he hangs up the phone so hard that it pops right back out of the slot and swings to the ground by its cord.

He doesn’t fix it. In fact he doesn’t even see it because he’s too busy seeing red. Too busy seeing Roman’s head collide with the bumper of a silver sedan, too busy seeing Roman’s neck break when he falls off the swingset wrong, too busy seeing Roman’s body on the ground of his carpet surrounded by the shattered remains of a snowglobe, too busy seeing all the things he should have done or let happen or helped happen.

Too busy knowing that hindsight is 2020 and Remus’s insides suddenly want to be outsides and his arm hurts and he wants to-- 

He wants to--

--“REMUS!” Dee shrieks from across the parking lot, sprinting towards him because he forgot that he can shapeshift into something faster. There’s a terror in his eyes, a fear, a horror in his expression that's like being stuck under a collapsed building and knowing that no one is gonna come. “REMUS! SOMEONE HELP!”---

--“REMUS!” Dee shrieks from across the parking lot, sprinting towards him because he forgot that he can shapeshift into something faster. There’s a terror in his eyes, a fear, a horror in his expression that's like being stuck under a collapsed building and knowing that no one is gonna come. “REMUS! SOMEONE HELP!”

But no one is close enough and Remus’s knots are a practiced stubborn thing that has his body convulsing before Dee remembers he can make claws and cut the scarf off.---

--“REMUS!” Dee shrieks from across the parking lot, sprinting towards him because he forgot that he can shapeshift into something faster. There’s a terror in his eyes, a fear, a horror in his expression that's like being stuck under a collapsed building and knowing that no one is gonna come. “REMUS! SOMEONE HELP!”

But no one is close enough and Remus’s knots are a practiced stubborn thing that has his body convulsing before Dee remembers he can make claws and cut the scarf off.

But by then Remus is already dead.---

But no that’s not right. 

He doesn’t want to die. 

His mouth tastes like metal, and he’s so sick of the taste of metal, of the smell of blood, of the sight of red on his clothes and on him. He’s so sick of being the weird twin, of being the one everyone wants to forget, of being gifted with a power that's so shitty it his own body rejects it. He’s so, so sick.

And tired.

And angry. 

That he spent all day trying to figure out what to say to his mother and she doesn’t even remember him. That his family pushed him away and now he watches himself jump off buildings or into traffic or off tables at a rest stop. That his skin feels too small and his mind too big and that there is absolutely nothing wrong with him but everyone still treated him like there was.

“Pardon me,” A voice says to his left. “Hello? Sir? You seem to be bleeding...”

It belongs to a guy with glasses, big thick blocky glasses that match every other part of him: his sharp jawline, his stiff spine, his set shoulders. It belongs to a guy with hair so dark it might as well have been a black hole, with eyes swirling with so many blues they looked like nebulas, with skin so pale it might as well have been the surface of the moon. It belongs to a guy that reaches out oh so carefully and touches Remus’s shoulder to check that he’s alright and---

-- “A stick in the mud?” Logan suggests sourly as they walk. The rain speckles his glasses and plasters his hair to his head.

“I was gonna say prude, but that works too,” His younger brother shrugs, sipping loudly from his drink. “Girl, you really just need to loosen up. You’re always so stressed!”

“I do not need to loosen up,” Logan counters, “In fact, if anything, I need to tighten up my interactions with people more. You saw what happened to the baristas at the Starbucks.”

“Yeah, and it was Awesome!” His brother motions to the drink in his hand, “Free drinks!”

“Will it still be awesome when they get fired and lose their source of income because they unwittingly gave away merchandise to customers?” Logan asks. He tugs his jackets around him tighter, hunching his shoulders and wishing that between the two of them they had thought to bring at least one umbrella.

His brother rolls his eyes because the rain doesn’t bother him anymore than the slight chill or the cars passing dangerously close to their sidewalk. “Honey,” He says, “Its two free drinks. It’s not gonna kill the infrastructure.”

Logan grunts, dismissing the rest of the argument as he was prone to do more often these days. “Remind me again why we’re here.”

“That prince dude is supposed to be around here today!”

“You mean, Princeps,” Logan corrects. “Assumedly named after the swordsmen from Roman armies pre-Marian reforms. Which does not make any sense considering that he does not carry a sword and his perceived power does not--”

“I wanna get his autograph!”

Logan squints back at his brother. “You want the autograph of a man who is running around the country in tights? You don’t even have anything for him to sign.”

His brother shakes his mostly empty drink and points to the spot right below where the barista had scratched out his own name, not that Logan can see it, or anything. “Duh.”

Logan shakes his head, as his brother prattles on about Princeps face, his biceps, his thighs. And as much as Logan enjoys listening to his brother talk about things that interest him, he wishes that it was something other than men that thought “superhero” was a stable dayjob. He sighs and removes his glasses and to clean them as best as he can with the raindrops being the nice of dimes.z

 He hates the rain, hates that he couldn’t ever see more than three feet when it so much as sprinkled, hates that his brother has no such problems at all and can continue walking without a care in the world.

“LOGAN!” His brother yells.

And Logan has just enough time to feel his stomach jump straight to his throat, before he walks blindly into an open manhole. His forehead slams on the outer rim so hard he sees actual stars in the corners of his blurry vision. And he fumbles and  flails and falls and...

And the empty air catches him, covets him, carries him off. Because he’s dead as soon as his head hits the concrete floor ten feet below---

Remus inhales like he’s been drowning for the past four years, and hasn’t been able to find the surface. He stumbles back from the stranger who had approached him, from the man who has a younger brother, who doesn’t like superheroes, who’s name is Logan. He stumbles back and feels the whole Earth roll under his feet, turning the solid ground to an uneven puddy.

Logan jerks back as well, be it shock or surprise or something in between and equally bad. He looks at Remus, the way that the first dealer from the Basilisk Casino had, the way that the new freshmen at their high school had when the older kids told them to steer clear of the guy who looked just like the theater star, the way that Roman had when he had first seen the orange bottle of pills that were supposed to make Remus not cry all the time.  

“My apologies, you seemed to be in distre--” Logan starts.

“Don’t touch me,” Remus says quicker, louder, angrier. Because Logan doesn’t know that he’s going to die some day in the future, that its going to be a stupid sudden death, that his brother that he actually loves and whom loves him back is going to witness it. Because Remus doesn’t know why he knows either.

His skin blisters and bubbles and itches in a way that tells him he needs to take it off. His arm burns from the scratches, his blood is making his hand and wrist all sticky and his head feels a bit like cotton. His mouth tastes like Starbucks Hot chocolate and ash. 

“Don’t touch me,” Remus says again, because he feels radioactive and can smell petrichor in the air and everything about it is wrong. If he says anything else he thinks he might throw up or cry or both and he doesn’t think anything other than more blood can come up.

Remus turns and runs. 

“Remus?” Dee asks, when Remus throws himself into the passenger seat the way he should have that morning.

Remus shakes his head. And keeps shaking it because if he stops his thoughts will catch up and then they’ll really be in trouble.

“Drive,” He manages between his inconsolable gulps for air.

“Where?” Dee asks.

“Don’t care.”

He doesn’t. He just needs to be somewhere other than here.

Remus is twenty one and four months and he’s no stranger to travelling without a destination. Dee buckles his seat belt and pulls out of the parking spot without another word. Remus brings his knees to his head and counts, and counts, and counts. If he closes his eyes he thinks that he might see the silhouette of Logan standing next to the payphones staring at his hand still so he doesn’t close his eyes.

“That’s just what I’m saying, John.” The radio says, “All these new people with what can only be classified as “superpowers” and what is the Police doing about this? Nothing!” 

“Hotel,” Dee says, “We can order some food there and actually look at those marks on your arm.”

“Whatever,” Remus says.

“Well what do you expect the Police to do?” The radio says, “Their answer to everything is “shoot it.” I don’t know about you, but I don’t want the police shooting at a kid who just so happened to be able to make lightning. You heard about that incident in the Idahoan Mall didn't you? Times are changing. It's up to the people to police themselves now.”

Dee sticks his tongue out ever so slightly, like a snake smelling the air.

“You’re encouraging the actions of people like that dragon guy from that incident? The child from that event is in the hospital right now. 

“So is the man that had been robbing the store. Which is better than him being the morgue. I’m not saying that I think that putting children in the hospital is a good idea! I’m saying that only protecting the lives of “good” people is telling everyone to become judge, jury, and executioner. The Idaho Mall Incident could have been handled better-- in fact I think if the new guy, the one around the east wearing the white? You know the one I’m talking about, Karen.”

“Yeah, yeah, the Prince? I think he called himself Prince.” 

“Yes. If the Prince had been the one who had handled the Idaho Mall, it could have been handled completely peacefully, without either parties having ended up in the hospital.”

Dee grips the steering wheel, tightly.

Remus reaches out and turns the radio off.

[Part 5]

[sweeethinny]

Trick or treat, sweetie?

I wanted to do something for Halloween, but I'm a little skeptical, and spirit stories and these things don't really do much to me BUT thinking about Sharp Objects and all the True Crime cases I’ve heard, I managed to write this, and I think I did something decent thanks to the hinny discord that helped me choose the costume for our couple

It was Halloween day, which meant that almost all teenagers in town would lie to their parents saying they were going to get candy when in fact, they would be in the forest drinking, making out behind the rocks, or throwing themselves into the clearing that was there close by.

Ginny would be no different.

She had convinced Harry to wear a couple costume, not because it was just tacky and funny, but because his ass would look much better on Princess Leia's costume than it did on her. Also, she was much more suited to Han Solo than Harry.

‘’You look great.’’ She said, hitting his ass as soon as her boyfriend came out of the bathroom, still fixing his wig on his head

"This shit itches" Harry complained, sitting on the edge of his bed so that Ginny could straighten the clip that held the fake hair back. "You look hot." His hand also hit her ass, staying there. "Your mother would die if she knew we were like this.''

‘’She knows, and she said that as much as you look good in white, you should wear Han Solo’s clothes’’ Ginny kissed him quickly, squeezing his chin and sucking on his lip ‘‘I disagree. I think men in skirts are sexy’’

‘’I’m happy that I like your beauty standard’’ The boy stood up, putting the last details before looking at her ‘’Ready?’’

‘’I’ve always been’’ Ginny lifted her chin, taking his hand and pulling him out of the room. Of course Lily asked the two of them to stop for a photo, commenting to James about the two being beautiful and that Harry should start wearing a cape like that more often because it did so much for his shoulders.

‘’Behave yyou two! I don't want to go to the police station to take out two stupid teenagers'' James warned them before they left the house, which Harry promptly confirmed and calmed them down about the two of them being home before one in the morning (everyone knew it was a lie, but at that day they would all pretend to be true)

‘‘Han Solo who should drive’’ Ginny reminded him, sitting in the passenger seat while warning Hermione that they were already on  way

‘’If he had a driver’s license, for sure. For now, let me do it.'' Harry left his hand on her thigh, as he always did, following the old path they used to reach the clearing, passing through the town square where the children were having fun, gathered to start picking up sweets or throwing toilet paper at someone's house, and going straight until they reached the street of the pig slaughterhouse, to finally reach the road.

‘’Mione said she’s also going’’ She said ‘‘Do we have to buy anything?’’

‘’No, I left the drinks with Seamus yesterday. We just need to get our nice ass over there’’ Harry smiled ‘‘I hope you won’t be jealous when everyone looks at mine, instead of yours’’ Ginny laughed, denying and shrugging

‘’Feel free, I’m not jealous’’

‘’Ah, sure’’ Harry used all his sarcasm, barely taking his eyes off the empty road ‘‘It’s ugly to lie, Han’’

‘‘I’m not lying’’ She defended herself ‘’When did you see me jealous?’’

‘’Yesterday when that girl flirted with me at the market’’ He barely stopped to think, which made her a little irritated, even though she was amused

''Ah, so you admit it was a flirtation'' Ginny tossed her hair behind her shoulders, crossing her legs and looking out the window, seeing the city a little further away now ''I remember you saying it was just her way''

‘’But she’s like that. Ask Nev’’ She looked at him, arching an eyebrow and holding back laughter

‘’Nev didn’t have sex with Kimbely’’ Ginny argued

‘‘I don’t know’’ Harry shrugged ‘‘She is very friendly’’

‘’And what do you know about that?’’ She poked, still staring at him with a raised eyebrow and a smug smile on her face

‘’Nothing, just what-- What the fuck!?’’ Harry braked the car with much more speed than was recommended, the noise echoing down the empty road, seeming to shake the trees that lay there. Ginny bounced forward, her body being stopped by her seat belt, but her head hit the panel, causing an irritating pain.

When she looked up to look at the road in front of her, a curse escaped her mouth, staring at the woman standing in the middle of the road, all dressed in white while carrying an ax dripping with blood.

‘’Do you think we should see if everything is okay?’’ Harry asked, gaping at the scene, still staring at that woman

''I think you should back up and runaway from here'' She replied, scared to death ''It's the fucking woman in white, what are we still doing standing around?'' The woman in white , the urban legend of that small town that, a few years ago, had been the local of three brutal deaths.

The three girls were not even fifteen when they disappeared, one at a time; the first disappeared in the summer, some said that she had run away with her boyfriend, others said that she had killed herself in the clearing, and it was only after three weeks of searching that her body was found, on the roof of the pig slaughterhouse, all dismembered.

The second was in the fall of that same year, but she had not been gone for more than three days, and her body was found hanging from the traffic lights on the main street, exposed for all to see.

In the meantime, the parents were already in a panic, and no more children or teenagers were seen alone on the street, the doors were closed before six and no one left the house at night. For a city with less than 5,000 inhabitants, that was the biggest terror they had ever faced.

The third disappeared after a year, on the anniversary of the death of the first, she had disappeared after going for a bike ride on the way to a friend's house, and for months no one had any news or evidence of the disappearance. On the anniversary of the death of the second, her body was found half on the roof of the slaughterhouse, and the other half, hanging from the traffic lights.

It was chaos.

When a truck driver pleaded guilty - a few months of panic and terror for everyone in the city afterwards - everyone pretended to be more relieved. He never confessed the reason for killing the three girls so brutally, but it didn't matter, the population would pretend to be peace again. Even if one of the boys who lived on the way to the clearing, claimed that he had seen a woman in white carrying the body across the road, dragging it into the forest.

The police always denied it, saying that there was no chance of a woman committing something as horrible as that, but the population never let themselves forget the legend. Sometimes, someone said that he had seen a woman dressed in a great bloodstained robe walking around the city. Another said he had seen her in the clearing. Another said that she was always around the slaughterhouse ..

And now, there was a woman in a white dress full of blood, an ax in her hand, in front of Harry's car, looking like the devil as she looked at them.

Her hair was blond and looked dirty with dirt and something Ginny hoped was not dried blood, her eyes were big and dark, like two holes in her pale, almost skeletal face, and all over her bust were marks of scrapes and cuts.

‘’The car doesn’t want to start’’ Harry almost screamed, turning the key and seeing that nothing was changing

''What?! No! I will not die! This shit will call and we'll go over that motherfucker'' Ginny shouted in response, nervous to the last strands of hair for seeing that the woman was starting to walk, using her free hand to clean what looked like blood dry, from her cheek.

''I do not know! Damn!’’ Harry hit the steering wheel, and the horn barely seemed to startle her, and maybe, she was already less than two meters away from them

‘‘Where’s the knife I always leave it here?’’ Ginny opened each compartment, shivering as she rummaged through Harry’s mess looking for metal

‘’She has a fucking ax, what the fuck are you going to do with a knife? She will kill you before you can say the word ‘Please’ ’’ He looked at her, looking like a piece of paper so white, then turning forward and moving the key again

‘’Harry, she’s getting close’’ Ginny whispered, terrified that the woman could hear her trembling voice

‘’I know, I’m trying’’ The blonde was walking more and more, starting to laugh like crazy, loudly and laughing with her head back, dragging the ax on the road floor, causing a terrible sound of the blade on the asphalt

''Trick or treat, sweeties?'' Her voice sounded loud but at the same time it seemed to be whispered, her black eyes blinked towards them both, and the moment she got close enough to touch the hood of the car, lifting her ax and ready to break the windshield, Harry managed to turn the key.

The noise of the engine echoed and the tires sang with the sharp reverse they made, moving further and further away from the woman who now ran towards them

‘’Go over it !!’’ Ginny screamed, terrified of how fast she could be

''I'm not going to jail!'' He also shouted, changing lanes so he could accelerate and got out of there, but he couldn't avoid when the woman threw herself on top of the car, rolling over the hood and falling on the road, staying still dirtier than before, but not looking dead. She was still laughing out loud and was able to move, looking like she wanted to get up.

'’Don't you dare stop. I swear Harry, I'll kill you!’’ Ginny felt her heart racing to the point of thinking she was having an attack, barely able to breathe properly ‘’ Accelerate and let’s go ’’

‘’Shit Gin!’’ Harry stepped on the gas, much faster than the law allowed, and left, feeling completely shaky ‘‘Damn I think I’m going to pass out’’

''I swear to you, if I hadn't gone to the bathroom before we left, I would have peed in my pants'' She took a deep breath ''What the fuck was that?'' Ginny asked, still looking back as if she expected see her again

''I do not know! Where did that fuck come from?’’ He said

‘’From hell’’ Ginny said. Harry had the audacity to laugh, but he didn't seem very happy ‘’I need a strong drink’’

‘’Me too’’ He replied, parking the car in the middle of the trees and listening to the sounds of music and conversations, some headlights were on and you could see the bodies walking from side to side. Harry squeezed Ginny's thigh, as if to confirm that she was there. ‘’Do you want to drink and then have sex in the back seat? I think I need to discharge the adrenaline’’

‘‘I don’t think you’ve ever come up with anything as good as this’’

[wayward-mikaelson]

Come Back pt 7

Word Count: 3323

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas (Mentioned), and Reader

About: A month after the Reader and Sam slept together, the Reader tries to make it work with Dean who knows something is up but still tries anyways. But all the Reader can think about is Sam. During that time the brothers go on  hunting trip and while they hunt the Reader and Sam can’t stop talking. The morning after they comes back, the reader is welcomed by something unexpected.

Warnings: Language, Unplanned Pregnancy, and Fantasizing 

A/N: I am taking requests as soon as this next part is over! So send them in! 

Tag List: @hobby27​ @donnaintx​ @myinconnelly1​ @elansaidaris​ @magssteenkamp​ @squirrelnotsam​

The next month is hard and almost a blur.

As I knew it already, the next morning I wake up feeling just fine. There isn't a shred of guilt or conviction of sleeping with Sam. I lay there in bed thinking about all of it over and over again. The way his hands felt on my bare skin. The way he looked at me when thrusted inside of me. The way our bodies felt against each other. It will forever be embedded into my mind.

I get up and get dressed into something comfortable. When I open the door, there stand Dean in jeans and a t-shirt. The same thing he wore yesterday and what he was wearing while sleeping when I went to peek on him after my 'shower' with Sam.

"Hey," I say catching my breath. "What's up?" My heart races as Dean looks me up and down. I may not feel guilty for having sex with is brother but I surely didn't want him to find out if it isn't through me first.  Good thing I got dressed too, Sam let me take his flannel when i saw that my shirt was wet.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to get a quick breakfast and work on Baby with me this before it gets too hot," He says brushing his hair back. Damn that was hot too.

"Um, sure," I say closing my door behind myself.

"Perfect," Dean smiles and leans in and kisses my cheek. "Let me shower up and we will be on our way. I do wish you could join me though and help me get those hard to reach places."  With that he walks away. He probably thinks I'll follow him or that I'll say screw and have sex with im. Not going to happen. One, I had sex with Sam last night. Two, I'm still confused as fuck as to what my feelings for both Winchester brothers are. Finally, three, he must think me stupid or desperate.

I make my way to the kitchen and see Sam already up and dressed and making a smoothie. I have some dirty thoughts about the smoothie and where it all could go so he could lick it all up. If Dean weren't here I would jump onto that real quick, but I remember Sam's words from last night. He's going to wait until I make up my mind.

"Morning," I say standing next to him handing him the spinach.

Sam takes the spinach and smiles. "Morning," He lets his hand brush mine. The movement leaves a trail of goosebumps and a small shiver runs down my spine. "No regerts?" His voice is in a hush tone. "Cause I don't." Sam's takes a step behind me and leans his face down to where I feel his breath on my neck. "In fact, I had a dream where we continued to my room. Sadly, I woke to a hard dick with nowhere to put it in. So I had to take care of myself."

I begin to feel hot and wet. I bite my lip an turn to face Sam whose face is just inches from mine. "I can see how that can be problematic," I whisper as I slowly run my fingertips up his arm. "And no," I then start to trail them down his chest to the waistband of his pants. Sam shifts his legs around. That alone makes me even more wet and the longing for him more urgent. "I don't have any regrets about last night."

Sam senses what I am felling. He lifts his hands and brushes loose strands of hair behind your ear. "Don't get too excited," he whispers. "Unless you want Dean to walk in on us. Cause I can bend you over the counter and get deep inside you."

I smirk and step aside. "You're right," I grab a glass and get some water. "Speaking of Dean, he's taking me to breakfast and we will be working on the impala. To be honest, I don't know how to feel about it."

The rest of the day is a full blown blur. Sam kept busy with some reading while Dean and I worked on the Impala. I have a hard time focusing on helping Dean that I tell Dean that i need to take a break . He offers to come with me and I tell him he should stay and continue on the impala. He nods and continues working.

As I am about to leave Sam spots me. He wonders where I'm going and decides he wants to tag along. I know I should say no because I am actually enjoying my time with Dean and wanted a break to think. How can I think when the younger attractive Winchester is sitting next to me in the car?

Once at the gas station, I go in and tell Sam to just stay put. As I'm grabbing beer and snacks, I see her. The ginger bitch that makes me want throttle her. But I don't because I know I am no better than her. She notices me and stares me up and down. Her look is pure hatred. I ball my fist and move on. She isn't even worth.

Back in the car I pull out the two mini bottles of Captain Morgan and shoot them back. I almost never shoot back straight rum without mixing it. The burn of the alcohol coats my throat and I start to feel the buzz. Sam watches and take the keys from me.

"Hey," I say tossing the bottles in the back.

"Nope," Sam is already out and motioning me to the passenger seat. "I'm not going to let you drive after you just downed those. Are you okay?" He starts the car and before I answer the ginger walks out and I  stare at her as she walks away. I envision of me pull her to the back alley behind the gas station and putting the fear of God into her. Sam notices and pulls the car out of the parking lot before I act on my thoughts.

"Do you think I should confront Dean about what he did? Or should I see if he tells me?" I ask once we were on the road. I am starting to feel the effects of the rum. "Or we can pull over and have some really hot sex. I'm pretty felxible."

Sam laughs. "YN," He says. "I am super tempted but I won't. One, you're buzzed and I don't take advantage of buzzed beautiful women. Two, we need to get something you to soak up the alcohol. Finally three, I do think you should confront Dean about it when you're ready and right now, honey, you are not ready."

Sam goes through a drives thru and orders me a giant hamburger and fries. Once I'm done eating it and chugged the water he got, I start to feel better and less buzzed. "Thanks for coming with me," I rest my hand on Sams leg. He takes my hand and holds it there.

"Me too," He says kissing my hand and letting it go.

When we get back to the bunker, Dean has the impala parked up front. He's putting a few bags into the trunk. Dean must have found a case or someone called him about something. This will be perfect time to just stay behind and think.

"Hey, I was wondering where you went," Dean says as Sam gets out of the car.

"Yeah, I insisted on going with YN," Sam says pulling out the three bags. "Good thing too, She decided she just wanted to down two mini bottles of rum."

"Just because?" Dean asks.

"Just because," Sam says. I sigh knowing that Sam has my back.

Sam passes Dean who grabs his arm. "Is that pie?" He points to the bag and looks at me.

"Yep," I make my way and take the bag. "But it looks like you're headed out somewhere so you'll have to wait until you're back to have some fun with it."

Dean rolls his eyes and follows both Sam and I inside. "About that," Dean keeps following the pie. "Jody called and said she thinks that she has a vamp problem and wants some back up."

I nod. "Well in that case, "I hand him the pie. "Share with Jody and the girls. I will be staying back to relax."

Dean closes the gap between the two of us and pulls my face towards his. His lips were soft gentle. "Don't get to freaky while I'm gone," and he walks out the bunker.

Sam is looking at me. "It looks like he's trying." Sam sounds sad but he walks up to you and set the bags on the library table. He runs his hands on the table probably thinking of the night before. "But the look you give says you don't want to."

I shake my head. "I don't know, Sammy," my voice is quiet. "We shared something last night that I never felt with him." I look down and lick my lips thinking back to that spark that I felt with Sam and how safe I felt with him. Dean may make me orgasm two times but, I never felt that spark with him.

"Help me pack a bag," Sam says taking my hand and pulling me to his room. I am extremely confused why he wants me to help him pack a bag but, the moment we get to the doorway of his room, he spins around and pulls me into a soft kiss. Now, I understand. I smile against his lips and then pull away. "I wanted my lips to be the last thing you feel."

The boys left shortly after that.

I spend the next week reading and studying some of ancient books in the bunker. Something that Sam and I had in common. Something Dean and I didn't. When I'm not reading I am baking. I bake a few pies, breads, and muffins. When I'm not baking I am shopping at the local farmers market. Something that Dean would be confused at because I love fast food as well.

When I'm not doing any of those things, I am laying down in my bed either watching a pointless show on Netflix or staring at the ceiling. Thinking of ways to confront Dean about that ginger chick. But nothing good comes from it. Everything I think about leads to an argument or me leaving. But I can't do that to Sam. Not since I'm falling in love with him.

By the end of the week, while I am soaking in an herb bath to relax my muscles, I get a text from Sam. I dry my hands and pick up my phone that is laying on the ground.

Sam: Hey, some good news and bad news. What do you want first?

YN: Bad news.

Sam: We won't be home for at least another week or two. That nest was part of two other nests. One nest is in Michigan and the other is in Illinois. Shouldn't take too long. How are you holding up?

YN: I'm doing well. Just soaking in a nice warm bath.

Sam: If my brother weren't next to me I would ask for a picture.

YN: Oh stop it! I miss you. These books are boring without you here.

Sam: I miss you too, YN. I should probably go, Dean just gave me a side glance. I don't need him getting upset. Especially during a hunt.

YN: If he asks, Tell him I baked some goodies to donate to the nursing home here in town.

Sam: On it.

I set my phone back down on the ground. That wasn't the first time Sam texted during that week. Sam always made sure to check in once a day where as Dean, he barely did so when he tried to sext the other night, I couldn't do it. Nothing he did or said or sent turned me on. But this simple exchange with Sam makes me long for him even more. I can already feel his hands on my skin, trailing it inch by in. It's in this moment that I realize that I am done with Dean Winchester.

Over the next few weeks. I do the same things. I read, I bake to donate to shelters or nursery homes, and go shopping at the farmers market. I text the boys every now and then. They call if they have something they need looked up and they can't do it.

By the end of the third week that they are gone, I start to feel sick. Massive headaches, body aches, extreme tiredness, and then not to mention I'm always hungry. Every morning feels like I've been hit by bus. I even sleep most of the days and snack on crackers and ginger ale. The night that the boys are supposed to return, I text them saying I wasn't feeling well and that they were more than welcome to eating the baked goods I made.

The morning after the boys get back, I wake feeling one hundred perfect. Finally, I think to myself, I beat whatever virus wanted to kill me. I get up and dressed for the day. I am starving as I make my way to the kitchen. I see both boys are awake. Dean is at the stove making eggs and bacon. The smell hits me like a bag of bricks. I feel my stomach turn and in the next minute I am rushing to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth.

"YN," I hear Sam call after me.

I ignore him as I slide into the bathroom on my knees and let whatever wants to come up, out. And it doesn't stop. I am fully aware of Sam coming in and pulling back my hair and just being there. By the time I'm finish, Sam hands me a towel. I lean back and bury my face into the towel.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks rubbing my back. The action feel super nice and I try and focus on that.

"I think so," I mumble into the towel.

I never puke unless I've over done with alcohol. Which I didn't. I am a super light drinker most of the time and these last few weeks I rarely drank. I think long and hard when it hits me. My stomach turns again and I drop the towel and am back to hacking up stomach acid. Sam is back to holding back my hair until I'm done.

"I'm going to shower," I rest a hand on Sams knee when the realization becomes stronger as to why I'm hacking my guys out.

"Okay," Sam rubs my back again. "I'll head out to the store to get you something to help settle your stomach." Sam gets up and walks out the door, closing the door behind him.

I get up as fast as my stomach will let me and turn the shower on. I open the bottom of the sink and dig through my stash of tampons for the hidden tests. I learned with sleeping with Dean that he's really good at convincing me not to use a condom or the pull out method. And me being stupid, never bought birth control either. So far, I never needed a test until now. I rip open the one test I do find and sit back on the toilet.  When I'm done, I cap the test and set it on the counter and get into the shower. I need to have proof that I actually showered.

The water feels amazing on my skin and my stomach starts to feel better. I focus on other things than the test I took but I can't. I quickly wash my body and brush my teeth before getting out. I dry off and get dressed. I close my eyes and say a little prayer. Whatever the results are, I will figure it all out.

PREGNANT

The words stare right up at me and I feel a little dizzy. "Okay," I whisper. "It's okay. You know who the father is. You know everything will be alright." There's a knock at the door. You stash the test back into my pants pocket and open the door. It's Dean, he's got a worried look on his face.

"Sam said you were hacking your guts away in here before leaving to get stuff for you," he says. I can detect a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Yeah," I slip on out of the bathroom. "Can we talk before he gets back?" I ask.

Dean and I walk to the library. The test is poking my side and thigh as I walk. We sit at the table I can see that Dean was aware of what I was planning on saying. He was smart like that.

"I cheated on you," He blurts out before I can get a word out. "The night that we got back and found out that the blade the shifter used on you was poisoned and Cas had a hard time healing her, I thought I was going to loose you. So I went to the bar and got drunk and next thing I knew I was walking up next to some ginger. I did it again a few times. Then Cas saw signs of you improving and I felt really guilty. I told Sam and he begged me to tell you but all I wanted to do was forget."

I sat back and with nothing to say. I had this whole thing planned out. Pregnant or not. Dean continues, "I feel you start to pull away after you woke up and I guess you found out. Then that day you went out with Sam to get beer and stuff, I was jealous and started to have some doubt. I started to hope that maybe going hunting with just Sam would fix that and we would be close again but then I saw you guys kiss. That's when I knew I lost you. I'm an Asshole for what I did"

I look down at the table. There is guilt rising up to the surface. I knew in the back of mind I needed to leave the boys. Leave and never return. But about about the baby? I shake my head and pull out the test and sit it in the table. Dean sees it and before he could talk I speak.

"No, you're not the father," I pick up the test and just stare at the big bold words that tell me that I'm going to be sober for nine freaking months.

"When?" Dean doesn't sound upset. Sad but not upset.

"The night that we got back from the burger place. Sam told me about the ginger." I look up at Dean who's nodding. "Then Sam and I had sex." Literally steamy hot shower sex.

"Okay," Dean gets up and storms out of the bunker, slamming the door behind him making me flinch.

The hormones start to make themselves known. The tears start to form in the corner or my eyes. I'm not sad for what happened. I still don't regret that night with Sam. I wipe a few away and notice Sam standing at the bottom of the stairs. He sets the bag in his hand on the table and before he could get to me, I slide the test over to him. He sees it and picks it up.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I hear worry in his voice but I see a glint of happiness his eyes. I nod and wipe a few more tears aside. Why couldn't they stop? Sam walks up to me and pulls me from the chair. He brushes a hair back behind my ears and cups my cheek. "We got this," he says, "Everything will be just fine."

Sam presses his lips to mine. I smile against his lips and knew that he speaks the truth.

[goodnightallwhites]

Two Hot Blondes Get Judged By Moon

Two Hot Blondes Get Judged

By Moon

It is nighttime at Coxville Airport, a man is standing at the luggage carousel, he picks up his suitcase.

 Night time at the Summer's residence. Kitty Summers is alone in the Summer's family pool, her hands slide over her large bikini clad breasts as she bites her lip and roll her eyes in lust. Her Mother, Jenny Summers walks out of the house wearing a tiny, sexy black dress showing off her huge cleavage and curvy, toned body. Kitty snaps from her moment of lust as Jenny stands above her eyeing what lies beneath the surface of the water. "I see you've claimed the pool, mine will be here any minute I'll keep him inside" Jenny announces and then walks back into the house and into the kitchen.

 Kitty looks down as a large dark mass appears from below the waterline of the pool right in front of her. A mass of snaking black muscle uncoils upwards to face her. "Was that your mom?" Samson asks with a gasp of breath "You know she can join us if she wants" he suggests with a smirk, glancing back towards the kitchen. "What, like I'm not enough?" Kitty asks challengingly thinking the big black athlete can be a jerk sometimes. Samson turns back to the small girl and picks her up "Girl, you got it all and you know it". Kitty moans as she is then lowered down on his submerged black cock, her big breasts press against his solid frame as she slides down, impaling herself further. Samson looks back towards the kitchen "but she sure have some big ol' titties" he mutters under his breath.

 In the kitchen Jenny sips a drink, she stares at the huge salt and pepper dispensers on the counter top, only one thought filling her mind. Whilst gripping the drink in one hand her other slides over her huge breasts giving one a squeeze. She moans as her hand continues it's journey down her curvaceous body. When she reaches her exposed thigh her hand changes direction and dives up under her dress. She stares at the darker coloured pepper dispenser as her hand works furiously on her boiling pussy. The doorbell rings. Jenny puts down her drink and walks down the hallway toward the front door, one impressively long heel after another. Biting her lip whilst juices start to trickle down her legs in anticipation. She reaches the door and opens it, a huge, dark, smartly dressed figure fills the frame his face hidden by the night. Jenny looks up at the massive presence pressing against her house. "You took your damn time" she blurts angrily her face wound up with lust, her hands automatically reaching out. She grabs the hulking shadow and pulls him into the light towards her "Kiss me" she cries out. Coach Black picks Jenny up as she wraps her limbs around him "Damn bitch, you are in heat tonight, you just can't wait can you?" the Coach remarks with a chuckle. They kiss with a animal passion, the Coach walks them further into the hallway and slams the door behind him.

 On the highway a car is driving along through the night, the driver reaches over to adjust the radio station, releasing a political debate into the air.

 Outside in the pool Kitty is on all fours, precariously balanced on the pool steps and enduring a harsh fucking from the big, meaty football player behind her. "Ugghhh shiiit fuck me Samson, ooohhh" Kitty screams as Samson pummels his huge dick into her. She decides that the sound of the door slamming most likely means her Mother's prize has arrived. Samson roughly grabs Kitty's ponytail as he ploughs away making her big tits swing "Damn girl, you been keeping in shape. You must have fucked all the Niggas in School and you're still as tight as hell". Kitty looks back at him, a devilish look across her face "mmmmm, you betcha black ass I am, I'm the hottest pussy in School". "Bitch, you the hottest pussy in town..." Samson gives her an extra hard slam "uggghh" Kitty reacts. "...and the tightest..." Samson slams her again, increasing the power behind it "UGGNNHH!" Kitty reacts again. "...and the deepest!" Samson slams his whole dick up her pussy as hard as he can "UUGGHH Fuucck!" Kitty screams.

 Inside, in the hallway Jenny still has her athletic, shapely legs wrapped around The Coach's bulging muscles, her small black dress ridden up and down, forced into a crinkled belt around her small waist. The Coach's silk shirt ripped open displaying his expansive chest which now presses tightly against Jenny's bare breasts. One of The Coach's big black hands supports Jenny's body, the other diving in and out of her pussy. Two of his fingers rampantly fuck the beautiful, desperate blonde, sending pussy juices splashing all over his solid, sturdy stomach and the waist of his trousers. "Ugghh, yes Coach, you fucking stud, finger fuck me mmmnnhh" Jenny moans. "Bitch, you need to get on my dick, it's about to bust through my god damn pants". Jenny, lipstick smeared around her mouth looks down panting, there is a rriippp. "Damn bitch, hurry up these pants ain't cheap!" The Coach orders. Jenny turns her beautiful, lust filled face back to the Coach's and begins to slide down his front aided by the couple's perspiration and her own slick pussy juice coating the Coach's stomach. Jenny's pussy comes in to contact with the huge, straining bulge in the Coach's pants as her big heavy breasts slides up to her chin as she drags herself down. As she reaches the ground with her knees she is met with the pulsing mass of cock hidden behind a thin layer of stretched fabric. "Hurry up Bitch" The Coach demands as Jenny stares at the long, thick, jerking tube of flesh, it's veins popping up through the tense material. "I can't wait to get at this perfect pussy pleaser" she thinks to herself. With a devilish look on her face Jenny grabs either side of the Coach's pants. Rrrriiiiippppp, the blonde slut tears the trousers to pieces setting the huge, hard cock free. The big cock smacks violently against the rock hard abs of The Coach's stomach, sending a splat of pussy juice splaying out all around it. "You stupid fucking whore, I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson bitch!" the Coach shouts angrily at the teasing white slut beneath him. Jenny takes hold of the rigid black cock with both hands, strings of slime connecting it with the Coach's stomach, she bites her lip and smiles excitedly. "Oooh, yeah" She moans "Teach me a lesson with your big fucking dick".

 The car has stopped at a gas station. Inside the driver is buying some flowers.

 Outside Kitty and Samson have changed positions, Kitty is in the air, clinging on to the pool's curved, metal ladder which leads into the water. Samson is on his feet behind with a strong and sturdy grip on her waist "Fuck my ass you big black mother-fucker!" Kitty screams as Samson pile drives into her asshole. "Yeah bitch, take that fucking dick up your sweet ass" Samson commands as he works his big athletic body, the pool light shining off his shiny, sculpted body.

 In the hallway the Coach has picked Jenny back up, her legs wrapped around his waist and is screwing her hard in her pussy "fuck me harder, you big black bull!" she screams "teach me a fucking lesson!"

 The car is back on the road and has entered a suburban area, it drives past the Coxville High Campus.

 Outside, Kitty has also been picked up by her big black hulk. With her back pressed against Samson's wide, muscular torso and her shapely legs in each of his hands she bucks up and down on his big cock and he pistons it in and out of her ass. She looks back at the big black brute "I think I can see Mom, fuck me up against the window." she orders "I want to watch Coach fuck that bitch". "Sure thing slut" Samson complies "I wanna see that shit too" I thinks as he carries her to the Kitchen window and lets her feet down to touch the ground. With her hands up against the window and Samson fucking her from behind Kitty peers in through the window. "Shit this is one hot show" Kitty exclaims as there before her she can see her Mother getting taught a hard lesson by the big, black, muscular Football Coach.

 The car pulls up outside a house and the driver gets out.

 In the hallway Jenny has again changed position, she is now clinging to the two lowest of the stairwell's banisters. Her long heels making her back arch up and her bubble butt point straight up. "Ugggnnhh fuck me deep you fucking nigger!" Jenny cries out as The Coach slams his big fat dick down her ass all the way.

 The driver walks up the front drive towards the front door.

 "That's it you damn slut, take all ma' dick bitch" The Coach shouts as he pounds the blonde slut harder. Jenny grips more determinedly to the banisters, her face a grimace of lust, her back arched as far as is possible "oh fuck! Fuck me!" she screams "deeper! Fuck me deeper, I want more!". With his whole dick smashing into the blonde's round, shiny, bubble butt he is reminded of something. Mid fuck strokes the Coach reaches into the back pocket of his ruined pants and pulls out a chunky metal ring. He pushes it down to a viewable level for Jenny "You want more? You gonna love this".

 The driver approaches the door and aligns his key with the key-hole.

 Jenny, sweating and panting looks back at the strange piece of jewellery, glinting gold in the big black hand. Jenny's face mixes absolute lust with a hint of confusion.

 The door opens.

 Jenny's face darts to the door, her face drops. The Coach's face spins to the door, his mouth opens. The golden ring drops from his hand making a large thud as it hits the floor signalling silence.

 Outside Kitty reacts to the newest addition to the house forcing Samson and herself away from the window and up against the wall not to be seen "Oh Shit!" she exclaims. Kitty hurriedly forces Samson to hop over the fence. "You have to go, now!" she half-whispers as she pushes his big, shiny, muscular, black ass over the fence "What the fuck?" he cries as he disappears.

 In the hallway the two lovers are frozen in position as they look open mouthed at the figure in the doorway. Harold looks at his wife, naked, bent over, a mess of bodily fluid. "Honey bunch?" he asks desperately and confused. With a loud plop the Coach's cock backs out of the well fucked blonde pussy. Harold's eyes dart to what created the sound and his mouth drops open and he releases everything he is carrying. His suitcase crashes to the floor and flowers are sent scattering around his feet.

   The next morning

   A television set is on, it flicks to an advert, a large black man is promoting a marriage breakup attorney services."Going through divorce proceedings?" The Lawyer on the TV explains. "Let me guess, you're a beautiful women who's husband just doesn't give you the time of day. You're scared that he has all the power? Well that's where I come in....." The TV ad drifts in the back ground. Jenny is sitting on the sofa in the Summer's house half-watching the television, distracted by the events of the previous night. Jenny's perfect body is covered in a tiny night dress, one that barely reaches the bottom of her ass and that is verging on see-through showing off her huge unsupported breasts. She plays with the golden ring in her hands as her daughter Kitty walks in. Kitty saunters in wearing a pleated, tartan mini skirt which like her Mother's attire doesn't reach the bottom of her ass cheeks and a tight, skimpy vest-top which barely contains her ample chest. Kitty looks at her Mother sitting on the couch looking very sorry for herself "So how did Dad take it?" she asks. "He is so upset Kitty, I feel kind of bad for him" Jenny answers "More like you're annoyed you were caught" Kitty bounces back giggling to herself. Jenny looks up at her slutty daughter with a menacing look "How dare you, you little bitch" Jenny shouts, she pauses and looks back at the metal ring in her hands. "Your father has agreed to work through this, he is just taking a breather" Jenny explains. "Well I need a lift to School, are you going in to work?" Kitty asks uncaring of the situation whilst adjusting her hair in the living room mirror. "No, we are both taking a couple of days off to work through this" Jenny replies "Your father said he would be gone for a couple of hours, you will need to get the bus". Kitty makes a disgusted face "The bus? Ew". Kitty spots the golden ring in her Mother's hand "Hey, what's that?" she asks. Jenny looks at the inscription on the outside of the ring "perfect" it reads "it's an armband that the Coach left here, I think it's a gift". Kitty rolls her eyes as she heads to the front door "Armband? Yeah right" she giggles "Well, I'm out of here I've got a LONG, HARD day at School to get through". Kitty walks out of the house with her hand-bag, into the bright sunshine and down the driveway, her ass swinging from side to side in the tiny skirt as she goes.

 In the house Jenny sighs "that girl can be such a bitch sometimes" she thinks to herself. She looks, confused at the chunky metal ring spinning it around to see it's wide girth. "What was Kitty implying" Jenny thinks "of course it's an armband". With curiosity leading her Jenny slides the golden band up, all the way to her upper right arm "hmm, it looks good" she thinks. At that moment the doorbell rings, Jenny jumps up and goes to the front door thinking that it must be Harold back early. Jenny opens the door wide "I'm glad you're ba..." she starts but then realises what she is looking at. Her mouth drops open as her eyes settle on a huge black man, wearing a delivery man's uniform and cap. In the heat the delivery man had removed his uniform shirt and was simply wearing a tight white vest and small shorts. His huge shoulders jutted out of the tight vest, his tree trunk thighs bursting out of his shorts, his massive arms snaking down to a large parcel and his small shorts were stretching to accommodate another package equally as large. "Special Deliv... Got-daymn" The delivery man announced.

 On the side of the road Kitty was walking to the bus stop, her ample cleavage shining in the sunshine and her round ass rolling from side to side. She turned the corner and spotted the School Bus up ahead of her. The doors hissed shut and the big yellow truck trundled off into the distance. "God damn it" she cursed "how the hell am I going to get to School now, I'm not going back home, there is no way I'm sticking around for Mom and Dad's make up" she thought to herself. "plus I've got some guys lined up for today". "Fuck" she cursed again, having her own little tantrum in the street. She suddenly heard the sound of another bus and past her drove the public bus, heading to the same stop. "perfect" she exclaimed as she walked up to the stop. Sshhhhtttfff, the doors opened and Kitty peered in. The big fat black bus driver looked down at her "you getting on or ain't ya?" he queried. Kitty timidly climbed aboard "The High School please" she asked placing money down on the drivers booth. She made her way gingerly up the aisle looking at all the taken seats at the front of the bus the big, fat driver eyeing he curvaceous ass. As she reached the middle of the bus it suddenly jerked forward sending her flying and knocking her hand bag to the floor. Kitty bends down from her waist to pick her bag back up, gravity pushing her big tits up against her vest-top "You can come sit with me girl" a deep voice rumbled. Kitty looks up from her bent down position, the view of her body that she was giving was incredible. Her tits spilling out of her top and her back arched sending her bubble ass up into the air. "Holy shit" the bus-driver mumbles as he spots the opposite view in his mirror of her round ass and tiny thong. Kitty's immediate reaction is to bite her lip at what she sees. The deep voice came from a big, black, muscular thug sitting by himself in the empty second half of the bus. Wearing baggy jeans and vest. This thug looked angry and viscous, his large muscular body covered in tattoos. "You can come sit on this" he growled as he grabbed a large bulge in his baggy pants.

 At the house Jenny signs the electronic device and looks up at the big brute in her doorway. "Oh my god" she says in a teasing voice "I had forgotten this was coming..." she passes back the device "and look what it came with" she smiles up at the delivery man. "Where do you want it Miss?" he asks with a smirk. Jenny smiles naughtily back "come in, you can put it down here" she replies as she points to the hallway table. The hulking man bends down to fit into the house and walks past Jenny, her eyes following his every move. The man puts the box down on the table, as Jenny makes contact with him. Putting her hand on his forearm "where are my manners? You look soooo hot" Jenny states seductively "do you want some juice?". "I sure as hell do" he says as he shuts the door behind him whilst Jenny's hand slides up his arm.

 On the bus An old, white women, sitting at the front is confused by a clear liquid that has begun trickling down under her seat from the back of the bus. The old women looks back, all she sees is the black thug sitting there alone. The thug is still on the back row but is now behind the seat in front shielding Kitty who is crouched between his big legs. From beneath his baggy pants has sprung a huge throbbing cock of which Kitty is doing her best to accommodate in her throat. "yeah, that's it bitch take my dick down your throat" the Thug whispers down to her. Kitty's desperate face looks back up at him "holy shit, he's pushing it so hard down my throat" she thinks to herself as she fingers herself sending a river of her pussy juice onto the bus floor which in turn dribbles towards the front. With both hands Kitty pulls the huge black dick from her mouth, sending a splutter of spit over the edge of the seat. Another bus passenger from the front reacts to the noise, half-turning their head back but then tries to forget they ever heard it. "I want you to force this up my pussy" Kitty whispers to the Thug, a lustful look on her face "right now".

 In the Summer's hallway Jenny is naked, her tiny nightie encircling her feet as she crouches in front of the huge Delivery man. With her hands wrapped on the Delivery man's huge, hanging dick she pulls on it, desperate to get it hard. "Slow down bitch" The Delivery man orders "what's this on your arm?" he asks as her takes hold of her upper arm to examine it. "It's my new arm band" Jenny explains with a smile "do you like it?". The Delivery man laughs "bitch, take that fucking thing off and watch this" he orders. Confused, Jenny complies and slides the armband off "What are you going to do?" she asks. "Now slide that mother fucker up my dick" he commands "you gonna love this". Jenny takes hold of the Delivery man's half-hard cock and pushes the thick, golden ring up and along the shaft. "All the way to the balls bitch" the Delivery man orders as Jenny pushes it all the way to the base of his thick, black cock. Jenny's eyes widen as the huge cock in front of her grows rapidly "Oh shit" she mutters under breath. The fat dick grows, thickens, lengthens and hardens ."Oh my god, it's soo fucking hard and hot" Jenny moans as she tries to squeeze the straining member "the Coach is a genius" she thinks. "Impressive huh?" the Delivery man boasts "You been carrying a cock ring around on that sexy lil' arm of yours" he laughs. Jenny's mouth instinctively opens, mesmerised by the massive dick in her hands "Let's go upstairs, I neeed this in me" she moans "and bring that parcel".

 On the bus Kitty is perched just above the Thug's mighty cock, protected by the back of the chair in front. The Thug grasps her waist, Kitty leans back and whispers top the Thug "I'm soo wet, force the whole thing up inside me". "Sure thing slut" the Thug answers gripping her waist and with a powerful thrust pushes her down to his lap. Kitty's eyes spring open as wide as they will go, both hands accompanied by a big, black one shoot up to her mouth muffling her screams. This time the Driver notices the situation happening on the back seat in the bus mirror. He sniggers to himself and carefully directs the bus into an upcoming pothole. With the whole of the Thug's huge dick in side her the bus's bounce makes it smash in and out of her at an incredible rate. Another scream emanates into the muffling hands as Kitty's eyes roll back into her head. "Fuuucck, I'm cumming so hard" she screams in her mind.

 Back at the house Jenny and the Delivery Man are now in her and Harold's bedroom. The parcel that was delivered is now torn open and the packaging discarded on the floor. Jenny is on all fours on the bed and completely naked. Sweaty and panting "unnggghh fuck" she moans as the big delivery man fucks her from behind. "You ready for your new toy bitch?" the Delivery Man asks as he fucks her. He holds up her newly unwrapped, giant, vibrating dildo. Jenny looks back at the monster dildo. "Oh god yes! Ram it up my ass and turn it to the max!" she shrieks in anticipation. The Delivery Man takes the vibrator and turns the dial at it's base around. The huge shaft goes crazy, buzzing and wobbling like a wild thing. Having trouble handling it the Delivery Man pushes up against Jenny's tight ass hole. "You ready for this?" he asks "Shove it up there" Jenny screams "Ruin my ass!". The Delivery Man shoves the whole thing up her ass as he fucks her pussy "Agghhhhh! Oh. My. God!" Jenny screams "I'm cumming already, it's soo fucking intense". "unngghh" she cries "yeah, take it you freaky bitch" he cries "I want more, fuck me!" she screams. "Oh my god, both him and that thing up my ass must each be nearly as big as Principal Long and I want more! What is wrong with me!" Jenny thinks to herself.

 Todd walks along the street with his friends to start a new day at Coxville High. "Yo bruh, have you checked out that new cover teacher, Mrs Blackwood?" one of Todd's friends ask "dude, she is so hot, I bet she would let me bang her" another chimes in "shit yeah, she looks kind of like Kitty's Mom" another adds. "Shit guys" Todd cries "I told you not to talk about that whore, fuck.". The group of white boys all turn their heads as a bus drives past, their faces dropping. Through the window, on the back seat was Kitty riding a huge, black Thug's massive dick. Todd's face turns even whiter "fuck!" he mumbles looking absolutely devastated.

 Kitty continues to ride the bus for a couple of blocks trying her best to be as quiet as possible until she notices the building up ahead at the end of the road. "Oh shit, my stop's coming up, we have to finish up, I've got another one of you niggers waiting for me in the dugouts" she whispers. "Bitch, you ain't going nowhere until I've cum" the Thug explained with a quiet growl. "Fine" Kitty agreed and with that she started bucking up and down on the Thug as fast as she could. "Oh my fucking god" Kitty wheezed quietly through gritted teeth as she started cumming "cum inside my pussy!" The Thug, unable to take it any longer grabs her forcefully by the waist and forces her back down on his lap and pumps his huge load up into her womb. Kitty squeaks as hot cum spurted out from her stretched pussy over the seat beneath her.

 The bus drove off leaving Kitty standing outside her School sweaty, dishevelled and cum pouring down her legs. "That was like, the best start to the day" she thought to herself with a smile on her face.

 In Jenny's bedroom, she was till getting pounded by the huge black man and the giant dildo. "Oh my god! I'm fucking cumming soo fucking hard!" she shrieks as the Delivery man shoots a huge load up her pussy "oh shit" he moans. The two settle to catch their breath, cum spilling over the bed sheets. "I've lost count how many times you have made me cum" Jenny explains as the Delivery Man pulls out the monster dildo. He then pushes a finger into her ass "mmmm" Jenny moans. The man's face changes to shock as he looks down at his finger "Damn girl, that's a tight grip. How the hell do you keep that up?". Jenny looks back at him, giving him a naughty look "With all the Niggers I fuck, I gotta keep myself in check" she states proudly. The delivery man's mouth is hanging open, his gaze fixed on the door. Jenny turns back, Harold is standing there in the doorway his face white as a ghost. The still sight of his wife butt naked, glistening in sweat with a muscled black stud impaling her with his giant cock. The Delivery Man puts his hands in the air, in one the monster dildo, still vibrating and covered in Harold's wife's ass juice. "Not again" Jenny sighs.

   The next day

   Harold marches through the corridors of Coxville High.

 In her office Jenny is sucking down the entirety of Principal Long's monster cock yet again. "Damn girl, good thing you got your ass in today, I could have done with busting a nut in yo pussy yesterday as well" The Principal tells her.

 Harold keeps marching, a look of frustrated anger tightened on his dumpy white face. He passes a supply cupboard.

 In the supplies cupboard Kitty is being double fucked by the two Janitors again "unnghh, unnghh, fuck me" she yelps.

 Harold marches up to a door and burst into a room. There is his wife with an 18 inch black cock down her throat. "oh shit" the Principal cries, jumping to the sudden intrusion. Jenny doesn't do anything but look at her little angry husband. Harold's silly face boils in anger.

After catching his beautiful, blonde, shapely wife getting screwed by a big, black man not once but three times Harold Summers had decided to take action. The most recent occasion in which he had found his wife partaking in adulterous behaviour with a black man was on the Coxville High Campus. His wife had every single one of the Principal's 18 inch long cock down her slut throat and was loving it. This altercation had left Harold angry and in the heat of the moment his face had twisted into a doughy mess of spitting venom....

 Harold sits in the Courtroom, the same angry face twists off his head. His equally puny white prosecuting lawyer standing by his side, protecting him. "...and that is how the defendant has put my client through hell these past few weeks and who knows how much longer it has been going on behind his back." the lawyer yells to the Courtroom. "Objection your Honor, this is mere speculation and has no basis in truth" Jenny Summer's big, black defence lawyer cries out as he stands in the courtroom. "Objection sustained, the prosecution cannot make wild accusations until evidence is displayed..." The Judge explains. The Judge waves his hammer at the weedy prosecuting lawyer attached to it his huge, dark black hand which joined a gigantic arm that disappeared under a heavily disguising black gown. A big, bearded, menacing face jutting out the top scowling down at the ants beneath him.

 Jenny is sitting beside her lawyer and wearing an unbelievably revealing purple dress and showing off her new 'arm band' that the Coach gave to her. She reaches up and takes hold of her defence lawyer, his big frame stretching his suit. She tugs on his arm and he follows back down to his seat. Jenny ignores the ramblings of the prosecution "I'm soo glad I have you on my side" Jenny tells her lawyer adorably "Have I shown my full appreciation yet?" she asks fluttering her cat-like eyes. "I think you have Mrs Summers" He answers with a smirk "You've shown me everyday this week, but you know I can always be shown some more". With a naughty smile on her face Jenny slides her hand under the table and onto her Lawyer's crotch "I'm soo fucking horny".

 Kitty Summers is sitting in an aisle of the Courtroom uninterested as to the proceedings of the courtroom. With her feet up against the bench in front of her, her shapely uncovered legs are on full display. The tiny green dress does nothing to hide her tiny pink thong barely covering her tight, little pussy. Her big, firm, unsupported breasts barely contained within the extremely low cut, blue top look perfect. Kitty's arm is now also adorned with an band but unlike her mother's golden one hers is solid pink plastic, as pink as her lips and the shiny lolly pop she is swirling around in her mouth. Distracted from the court case Kitty's eyes make a journey around the room playing the game of 'spot the big black man'. "I wonder if there are any potential studs around" she thinks. She noticing a couple of hot, black men "nice" she thinks to herself as she sucks hard on her lollypop making a big "pop" sound. She spots one of the bailiffs turn his head disapprovingly towards her, reacting to the noise. Kitty pouts at the young, athletic, black bailiff blowing him a kiss. The bailiff raises his eyebrow at her with a smile, intrigued by her flirtatious actions. "mmm, he is top on my list" Kitty thinks to herself picturing his big dick. Her concentration is suddenly broken by the sound of the court room door opening and closing and a very large shadow passing over her. Kitty's eyes follow the figure, her mouth open, her lolly pop hanging out. As the massive presence turns to enter an aisle Kitty gets a full look. Standing up ahead of her was the biggest black man she had ever seen. The giant must have been approaching 7 foot tall and his muscles fought against his basic hoody and track pants Kitty could tell that his muscular development put the Coach to shame. "oh my fucking god this mother fucker is gigantic" she thinks to herself, gasping.

 "mmmmnn" Jenny moans as she gropes her Lawyers expanding crotch "oooh fuck you're big" Jenny pants "I want to suck your dick right here, right now" she whispers "hmmmnn I'm getting so excited". "Well all I'm going to do is to be sitting here going through the case" The Lawyer replies slyly as he picks up an A4 folder of notes and papers placing it down on the table so to make it stand vertically. Jenny looks mischievously at the newly formed cover and then back under the table "mmm, this is soo naughty, I can't believe I'm doing this in the middle of court" she whispers as she unzips his suit pants. "I'm getting so turned on" she moans as she reaches in to the Lawyer's pants and fishes around for his growing black cock. "That's it bitch jerk that dick" the Lawyer orders in a whisper as Jenny brings out his huge cock under the safety of the newly erected folder. "mmm, it's so thick and hard" she moans as she starts beating the Lawyer off with both of her hands at a quickening pace.

 The giant, black man is sitting and watching Jenny pulling off her Lawyer, he has the perfect angle to get a glimpse of the action at the Defence's desk. The giant man smirks whilst unbeknownst to him a small shapely girl slips into the empty space beside him. The huge man hears a loud SCHMACK POP and turns his head to see what is now next to him "Daymn, where the hell did this slut come from?" the giant thinks. Kitty is sitting there, her bare, athletic legs gently crossed, her big breasts thrust out towards him, her full lips wrapped around a shiny red lollypop and her big blue eyes wide and fluttering. "Do you want to taste my lollypop mister?" Kitty teases making the big man twist his vast body around to face her. "Baby, you have no idea" the giant's attempt at a whisper rumbles through her. "mmmnn, you're such a big boy" Kitty moans as she leans forward , sliding a hand on to his tree trunk thick thigh "I wonder if you're just as big where it counts?" she teases seductively. The huge man pauses a beat and leans over her tiny body and looks down on her "I'm not big...". For a moment a sense of disappointment washes over Kitty her face dropping "...I'm fucking massive" he continued with a deep chuckle. Kitty quickly perked up biting her lip and squeezing the big man's track pants with both hands, the bench vibrating from his laugh.

 Jenny, still beating off her big, black Lawyer purses her lips "I want this in my throat" she whispers. "Go for it bitch" the Lawyer responds in a hiss. Jenny looks around the room, no one is looking at her, everyone giving their attention to the weedy prosecutor on the opposite side of the room. Her face disappears behind the folder cover "this is sooo naughty" she thinks as she takes the bulbous black head of her Lawyer's cock into her mouth. She takes the trouble to find and fish out the Lawyer's big balls from his unzipped pants as she steadily makes her way down his shaft . The Lawyer's fist clenches as he desperately tries to cover the action by acting as if he is focusing on the case. Jenny's eyes roll back as she bobs up and down on his thick cock, spit splattering all over The Lawyer's crotch and flicking up onto her face "mmmnnn" she moans. "objection your honor!" the Lawyer cries, this time remaining seated as he puts his big hand on the back of Jenny's blonde head and forces the remainder of his cock down her throat. Strings of spit spurt out her well stretched throat, some even shoot out her nose "I'm making such a mess" Jenny thinks to herself. "objection sustained" the Judge bellows at the prosecutor suddenly catching a bit of the show unfolding at the opposite desk. Harold also notices the depraved spectacle and shrieks loudly, pointing just as Jenny brings her Lawyer to climax sending a gush of thick cum shooting out the sides of her well stretched mouth and nose. Nobody looks, instead everybody's eyes fall on the man who screamed like a girl. The Judge, Kitty, the Bailiff, the Giant, Jenny's Lawyer all stare at Harold as if to say "what the fuck was that?" Even his weedy white Lawyer gives him a look of disapproval. Jenny takes her chance to dislodge the big cock from her throat and sit back up, her face a mess with a mix of saliva and gloopy cum. "Order, Order! I will not have unnecessary interruptions in my court room!" the Judge bellows, pointing his hammer angrily at Harold. "I'm calling a two hour recess". Events calm down, everybody proceeds to rise and walk out of the room. The Judge beckons the athletic, black Bailiff over to him. "Bailiff, take Mrs Summers to the toilets to clean herself up, then I want to see her in my chambers". Nodding, the Bailiff turns and approaches Jenny "Please come with me Miss". The Bailiff offers a hand to the still sitting Jenny as she wipes a layer of spit off her chin as her Lawyer fumbles with his cock under the desk.

 Kitty and the Giant are still sitting whilst people walk away around them. Behind them her Mother is being escorted by the black Bailiff out of the Courtroom. Kitty squeezes her tits together with her arms, directing them at the Giant "Do you think I could play with it?" she asks innocently. The Giant rumbles out another chuckle, looking her up and down "baby girl, you are god-damn tiny, I sure as hell don't think you're going to be able to handle what I got". Kitty makes a sad puppy dog face "don't worry I've been with loads of black men and fully resized" she reassures. The Giant's full laugh bursts out, Kitty's face showing signs of frustration. He takes hold of her arm, his hand completely swamping it and drags her in close "bitch, that ain't gonna help you". With those words Kitty stands feigning acceptance to his statement. She turns her back to him and looks back over her shoulder "well I guess we'll never know..." she says seductively. Kitty bends down to pick up her hand bag, arching her back and sending her bubble butt and wet pussy up into his line of vision "... how much all this can take" she continued teasingly making the Giant react with an "oh shiit".

 Jenny and the Bailiff reach the ladies' toilets "Here you go Miss" the Bailiff states as he pushes the ladies door open letting Jenny saunter in "get your self cleaned up, the Judge wants to see you in his chambers", the door shutting behind her. Jenny sways up to the sinks and mirrors, her purple dress squeezing at her body, showing off her amazing curves. She leans up against the mirror as she wipes the remainder of the liquid cocktail off her face. "hmmm, I think I should have some fun here" she thinks as she sucks a dribble of cum off her finger.

 Outside the ladies toilets the Bailiff is standing tall with his arms crossed waiting for Mrs Summers. He hears Jenny's voice drift through the door from inside "Could you help me? I seem to be in a sticky situation". The Bailiff pushes the main toilet door open a crack and peers in "don't worry there's no one else in here" Jenny reassures. The Bailiff makes his way into the small room which is empty, with a knowing smirk he decides to lock the main door behind him. "This fine bitch be playing games with me" the Bailiff thinks "Where are you Miss?" he asks unable to see her. "Oh I'm in a cubicle" she answers "There isn't any toilet paper". The Bailiff puts his hand on the cubicle door and pushes it open, the sight before him is incredible. Jenny is sitting on the toilet, her arms pushing her tits together which are on the verge of spilling out. Her tight, purple dress, hiked up around her waist and her thighs open exposing her sweet looking pussy. "God-damn!" the Bailiff exclaims "oh my god!" Jenny cries in false disapproval. "damn girl that is one hell of a sight" the young bailiff announces not budging from his position. With a wicked look on her face Jenny grabs the Bailiff's belt "well now you've seen mine, I think it only fair I see yours" she says dragging him into the stall, the door swinging back behind him.

 Kitty drags her newly acquired giant black man into the hallway, she spots a sign for toilets and races in that direction. Kitty pushes up against the women's door desperate to get in but it is locked "fuuck" she cries in annoyance. "In here girl" the Giant bellows holding the men's toilet door open "it's empty". Kitty smirks and skips in past the Giant she reaches the sinks and twirls back around to the huge, bulging black man standing in the entrance. Kitty pops the lollypop from her mouth "show me what you've got" she says demandingly. With that the hulk walks up to her, picking her up and placing her up on top of one of the sinks. The Giant then bends far down to Kitty and their mouths meet passionately. "mmmmn, this is soo fucking hot" Kitty thinks as her hands run up under his big hoody. "I want to see your big muscles" Kitty gasps breaking the kiss, she pushes her hands further up under his top exposing huge boulder like abdominals. The giant pulls the rest of his hoody off over his head making Kitty gasp in delight. "oh my god, you are gigantic" she moans as she runs her hands over his bulging, rippling torso. From his chest to his biceps her hands wander, trying her best but failing to make an indent. The black hulk takes a step back leaving Kitty on the sink edge. "You still think you can take what I got in here?" he asks grabbing a massive lump in the leg of his baggy sweat pants. Kitty hops down and approaches him biting her lip, she takes hold of the waist band of his pants and looks up at him. "You promise it's the biggest I've ever had?" she asks, her face twisted with lust. "Bitch, you have no idea" the Giant answers. Kitty sinks to her knees, her grip on the top of the pants tightens as she slowly lowers them down in front of her. Juices drip from her soaked thong on to the toilet floor. The waist band exposes the Giant's tight pubic hair "nice, no underwear to slow me down" she thinks happily her eyes mesmerised by the evolving sight before her. She keeps pulling, exposing the thick base of the Giant's cock. "oh my god" Kitty gasps, the hulk smirks down at her "there's more" he chuckles. Kitty pulls the pants down to just above his big knees "oh. My. Fucking. Gawwwd!!" she squarks as all she could see was incredibly thick, black cock shaft. The hulking giant laughs making the sinks rattle and shake "You're not done yet girl". Kitty yanks the fabric past his knees and an equally thick head bounces out towards her. With both hands now trying to grasp the gigantic black cock Kitty stares open mouthed in shock at the size hanging before her "I never thought that I would find a cock longer than Principal Long's or thicker than that fatboy. Once I get this hard it just might break my record for both" she thinks. "What the fuck are you waiting for bitch?" the Giant growls "you gotta get it hard now".

 The other side of the wall, The Bailiff is topless and has his uniform pants wide open showing off his young, muscled, athletic body. Arching down, out of his trousers his huge cock is wrapped in Jenny's squeezing hands. "mmmn, nice" Jenny comments "but I've got something for you", she removes the golden band from her arm and pushes down over the Bailiff's half-hard cock to his balls. "Shit, look at ma' dick grow" The Bailiff laughs "oh shit, it's getting soo hard" Jenny moans as it jerks to full erection. "This cock ring was such a good idea" Jenny thinks as she engulfs the straining cock head with her hungry mouth. "It's a shame I never got to use it on the Coach" Jenny thinks as she bobs up and down on the raging black cock, slurping on it noisily. "Fucking Harold, ruining my fun" she continues in her mind "I'm going to fuck the Coach so hard when I next see him". "Gotdaymn girl with your tight throat and this mother fucker" the Bailiff cries pointing at the cock ring "I could fucking explode!" he continues as Jenny squeezes his big balls and gets closer to the base of his pulsing cock. "holy shit girl, you got some fucking skills" the Bailiff moans, tilting his head back as Jenny grabs his muscular ass and pushes herself down all the way on to his dick "no wonder your fat little hubby is pissed". Saliva sprays down the Bailiff's thighs as he starts long fucking the blonde slut's throat "shit bitch your throat is tight" the Bailiff moans as he pounds it furiously. Jenny falls back against the toilet, the big cock dislodging from her mouth with a pop and a spray of spit. "That was so fucking hot" she pants, her hair a tangle around her pretty, messy face "now I want you to do that to my pussy!"

 The other side of the wall, in the men's toilets Kitty, still on her knees slides the pink, thick plastic band off her arm. She holds it up to the giant's humongous cock which is still hanging in front of her. "I wonder if I could get this to fit?" she asks with a giggle "bitch, you ARE asking for trouble aren't you?" the Giant chuckles. Kitty attempts to push the band over the end of the long fat cock but to no prevail. She places the ring in her teeth and dives her hand down over her boiling thong covered pussy "this will help" she explains, wiping her slick juices all over the monstrous dong. "Shit girl, you better be quick" the Giant bellowed "watching your sexy little body is going to get me hard before you can get that thing on". Kitty pushes the band over the fat dick, it slowly slides down "yesss, it's working" she moans watching the ring ascend up the long curve. "push it girl" the Giant demands, Kitty is forced to use both hands to finish the process off. With one hand pushing the band and the other pulling the thick shaft through Kitty finally manages to reach the thick base. Kitty sighs, wiping the back of her hand over her forehead in relief, leaving a trail of her pussy juice behind. "Slut, you, have no idea what you've just done" the huge hulking black giant growls giving a mean look down to the sexy little slut on the toilet floor beneath him. Kitty watches, her face being overrun by complete disbelief, the shadow of the huge cock growing over her face and the wall behind her. Her mouth nearly scraping the floor, Kitty stares at the goliath before her now arching up to the ceiling. Truly Kitty had a challenge ahead of her, the massive cock was bulging and straining, thicker and longer than anything she had ever experienced before. Veins winding all over, bulging as thick as fingers, the over inflated head ballooning from the end. "fuck" Kitty breaths quietly still riddled with shock, her fingers by default reaching for her sodden pussy. The massive man standing above her, his huge muscles bulging and rippling, his unbelievable monster quivering over her face "You ready for this?" he asks.

 In the Women's toilet stall the Bailiff is sitting. With one hand on his big shoulder and one wrapped around his straining cock Jenny stands above him naked, her dress now hanging over the cubicle door. "mmmmn, this cock ring makes all your dicks so much thicker and harder" Jenny moans, poised with her pussy lips scraping the big tip of the Bailiff's cock. The Bailiff's hands wander Jenny's thighs "come on baby, you ready to ride ma' shit?". No more encouragement needed, Jenny lowers herself down onto the fat cock "oh shit, yes" she moans. "I never get used to this, I just fucking love big, black cocks" Jenny thinks to herself as the cock slowly disappears.

 "Damn bitch, you are for real, shit" The Bailiff exclaims Jenny reaches his lap and takes a moment as she perches on the Bailiffs' big thighs, she runs her hands over her stomach, tilts her head back and shuts her eyes "oh my god, I really don't care about anything else other than getting fucked" she thinks to herself "Harold can go fuck himself, I've got all these fucking Niggers". With that Jenny turns her attention back to the Bailiff beneath her, she takes hold of his head and looks him straight in the eye. "Fuck me hard" she commands with a desperate face. "Yes Ma'am" The Bailiff answers, slapping his palms down onto her round ass and digging his big fingers in to her soft flesh. Jenny starts bucking as the Bailiff puts his strength into lifting her up and down on his dick. "Oh yess, that's it. Fuck me like a whore" Jenny moans as the pace quickens "ride that dick, bitch" the Bailiff growls as he pushes his hips up to meet the rhythm.

 Through the wall, Kitty has had to stand up to get closer to the biggest, black cock she has ever come across. With her hands wrapped tightly around the monster member she pumps them up and down along the spanning length. "And I thought Samson was big, I guess he's only about average for a nigger compared to this fucker" Kitty thinks to herself, astonished. "What do you reckon, bitch? Was I lying?" The Giant asks, still finding the situation amusing. "I can't believe this thing is real" Kitty answered, still in shock "it's a fucking monster" the speed oh her hands increasing "It's fucking beautiful". Kitty looks up along the expansive shaft and into the eyes of gigantic man "You have to fuck me with it" she groans her shock dissolving into lust, her face turning animal. "Like, neither of us are leaving until this fucking monster is buried inside me". "well you better get to it you stupid little bitch" The giant smirks. Kitty pulls the monster to her mouth, she takes the tip in and gives a strong suck "fuck, it's thick" she thinks as the stretched mushroom pops back out. "Lie down for me you big mother fucker, I've got a great idea" Kitty explains. "I knew you wouldn't be able to handle me you little slut" the Giant rumbled, chuckling as he made his way to the floor. As the back of the Giant's head touches the floor a sopping thong lands on his face. Between the thin strings of material the Giant can see Kitty standing above him, her feet either side of his head. "In a couple of minutes you're going to eat your words, you bastard" Kitty spoke challengingly as she knelt down on top of him "but for now you can eat this". With that Kitty sat on the Giant's face allowing his mouth access to her sweet little pussy her hands reaching out for his bent knees. "yearrr, that shut you up now didn't it" Kitty growled through clenched teeth as his thick tongue entered her sending her back into an arch. As Kitty grabbed the massive, swaying cock now in front of her the Giant grabbed her bubble ass and forced her pussy down tighter on his face. With her eyes half shut in ecstasy Kitty lined the monster with her face "I have to do this" she thinks "I want this mother fucker soo bad" she moans out loud. Kitty starts again and forces the humongous dick into her mouth, she sucks it down following the it's arch down to it's huge balls. "Yes, it's working" Kitty thinks as she moans, her pussy juices splashing over the Giants face and chin. More and more cock slides in to her throat "fucking hell my throat feels so stretched" Kitty thinks, a expression of pain appearing on her face. Kitty bobs her head up and down on the goliath "I can't take any more down" she thinks "it's so fucking massive". Just then the Giant grabs at the back of her head, wrapping it with one huge hand and pushes whilst bucking his hips up from the ground. "Fuuuck" Kitty screams in her mind, her eyes widen as more of his colossal shaft slides tightly into her gullet.

 The other side of the wall, Jenny is going wild on the Bailiff's lap. Now spun around, her arms out grasping anything around and clawing at he walls. "fuck me, fuck me. Fuck my pussy" she screams bouncing rapidly up and down on the Bailiffs huge, hard dick. "Take that dick bitch" he commands whilst meeting her thrusts with his own hips arching up from the toilet seat. Jenny smacks her hands against the stall door as the Bailiff hammers his cock home, from outside the stalls and the door shake noisily and vigorously. Inside the Bailiff picks Jenny up, his arms wrapping around her waist "You love ma' fucking dick dontcha, you dumb bitch" he moans. "Yesss, fuck me stupid you dirty fucking nigger" she screams, leaning back against his solid body and reaching back to grasp his head. With Jenny's weight fully off the ground and her feet curling around his muscular legs the Bailiff uses his powerful strength to piston his dick faster into her tight little body. With Jenny's big tits bouncing in front of her the speed of the Bailiff's dick increases "oh fuck yes harder! I'm going to cum!" she yelps. The Bailiff takes hold of her thighs and fucks Jenny as hard as possible, his dick and her tits becoming a blur of movement "shit bitch I'm gonna cum" he shouts. "Shit yes, cum inside me" she screams "fill my womb with cum" her head falls back over the Bailiff's shoulder "I'm cumming" she creams. "Take it bitch" the Bailiff cries as he clenches up and slams his dick all the way into her "Take my cum". Jenny screams and the Bailiff moans as he proceeds to fill her pussy to the brim with his powerful seed. Cum bursts from Jenny's stretched pussy around the sides of the Bailiff's fat cock "yeeesss" Jenny moans "I can feel it, it's soo hot inside me". As the pair calm down after their intense climaxes they stay in position panting to get their breaths back. Jenny turns her head to the big, black man "Kiss me nigger" she commands. The Bailiff obeys connecting his lips with hers, they kiss passionately in a sweaty, knotted mess. Jenny breaks the embrace and pulls her head back "now fuck me in the ass".

 In the Men's toilets Kitty is still straddling the Giant's face with his gigantic dick down her throat. With one of his hands pushing her round ass forcefully down on his face and the other wrapped around her ponytail he pushes down on Kitty's head, forcing her onto his massive cock. "He's in my fucking stomach" Kitty screams to herself "Oh god this is soo fucking hot and his tongue is going wild, oh god, oh god I think I'm going to cum". Kitty moans loudly, her pussy splashing all over the hulks face in orgasm. In her excitement her hands work furiously on the part of the huge shaft that is not fucking her throat, she starts feeling the mighty cock bucking and the Giant's body shake. "Shit, he's going to blow. I need to get it out my throat or he'll fucking kill me!" she thinks. "Too late!" her eyes pop open as cum starts blasting down her throat as she pulls out the gigantic cock shaft. A deep rumble moan comes from beneath Kitty's pussy as the Giant cums in her mouth but never does he stop fucking the little girl with his big, thick, agile tongue. Kitty manages to get the dick out in the open, cum bursting out of her mouth as she does "holy shit, there's so much" she thinks. Kitty coughs and splutters as blasts of cum cum splash all over her face and tits, drenching her. She leans back, sitting straight up on top of the Giant's head, her body shakes "oh fuck your tongue is good" she screams "I'm cumming again!".

 In the Women's toilets Jenny is standing in front of her black stud thrusting her hands up and down his thick cock. "mmmmnn, you didn't even go soft" she moans "this cock ring is perfect". Jenny spins around and pushes her ass back against the raging dick "now fuck my ass hard".

 In the Men's the Giant has picked up Kitty, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck "I told you I was good, didn't I?" she moans, sliding her pussy up and down the still hard shaft beneath her. "Girl, you did the best anyone's ever done" The Giant agrees "You have a fucking gift" he chuckles deeply "Now, you ready for me to ruin your pussy?". Kitty reacts feverishly to his suggestion, "oh my fucking gawd, you have to force as much as you can inside me and fuck me as hard as possibly" she moans, biting her bottom lip. "Don't worry bitch I'm going to fuck you up" the Giant reassures "now, why don't you get down and strip the rest of that little outfit off for me". Kitty complies and slides down to the floor, she takes a few steps away and spins back to face him standing near to the wall, between two urinals. "Don't you like what I'm wearing?" Kitty asks teasingly. "Bitch, you the fucking sexiest piece of tiny white ass that I eva' did see" the Giant answers "but those clothes of yours are going to get messed up" he continues with a deep chuckle. Keeping her eyes on the huge hulk Kitty slides the shoulders of her top down letting her top fall to her waist, fully exposing her beautifully round tits. "Like what you see?" she asks "bitch, you are so fucking hot, I'm going to give you the fuck of your life" he growls back. Kitty twists around and hooks her thumbs under both her gathered top and the waistline of her mini skirt. As her thumbs descend, her back arches as she bends to the floor the tight ensemble being forced over her round, bulbous ass. As her ass pops free a huge hand lands on one of the urinals beside her. Kitty's eyes dart to it in surprise and then the urinal the opposite side as another meaty hand lands on that as well.

 In the Women's Jenny leans forward against the stall wall, she arches her back and points her ass back towards the Bailiff "push it up my ass" she moans.

 In the Men's the colossal cock lands on Kitty's arched back with a THUD as she pushes up against the toilet wall "oh my god, I'm so excited" she moans "ram it up my pussy".

 In the Women's the Bailiff takes hold of Jenny's hips "you better hold on to something bitch" he growls.

 In the Men's the Giant takes hold of Kitty's round ass and positions his massive dick at her leaking pussy "this is it bitch, no turning back now" he grumbles meanly.

 The Bailiff bucks his hips back for momentum.

 The Giant does the same.

 Jenny's face pushes up against the toilet wall.

 Kitty's face pushes up against the toilet wall.

 The two Summers girls both scream.

"...and that is how the defendant has put my client through hell these past few weeks and who knows how much longer it has been going on behind his back" Larry Small, the small, weedy, white lawyer announces to the courtroom. Larry Small was at the Coxville Courthouse, he was Harold Summers' lawyer and was helping his friend and client fight a case against his adulterous wife.

 Larry walked the corridor, a can of soda in his hand. He looked down the hall at his small, dumpy client. Harold was sitting alone on a bench, unwrapping his prepared lunch, a sandwich and a banana. "You poor bastard" Larry thinks "that bitch has really fucked you over". He guzzles the last of his soda and throws the can into the nearest bin. Larry presses his skinny thighs together "that soda went right through me" he thinks "shit I need to take a piss". Knowing the location of the rest rooms Larry walks the corridors to them. As he approaches the Men's he spots his client's wife sauntering into the Ladies', a large black Bailiff waiting for her outside. "I'm not surprised most of the town has been fucking her, she is unbelievable" Larry thinks "but black men can't be that much bigger, I wonder if I could get a chance to fuck her after they divorce". Larry catches a glare from the Bailiff in the realisation that he was gawking at Mrs Summers. The intimidation of the black Bailiff is enough to send Larry on his way through the men's toilet door. Inside, he finds the nearest toilet cubicle, shuffles his trousers down and sits on the toilet. Larry suddenly hears the sound of the main toilet door opening "In here girl, it's empty" he hears. Just before he can react and correct the deep voice through the stall wall he hears a second person enter the toilets. Larry hears a young, sweet female voice "show me what you've got". With that he makes the decision to lean down in an attempt to see what is going on. From beneath the stall wall he spies two sets of feet; one small and female the other large and male. "Oh shit I'm trapped" Larry thinks in a panic "it's too late to try and leave now". He raises his feet to the bowl so that he is not seen and clings to the toilet ring for balance "I hope they won't be long".

 "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck me!" Jenny Summers shouts at the top of her lungs as the large, muscular young Bailiff pounds his rock hard cock in and out of her round bouncing ass. Pressed up against the toilet stall wall Jenny arches her back up against the large, black invader. "Holy shit bitch, you have such a tight, white ass" the Bailiff moans "I don't think I can hold on for much longer". "Cum in my fucking ass!" Jenny shrieks as she bucks back against the Bailiff's increasing pace. With her hands firmly clamped on the white toilet system the Bailiff's force makes her legs rise up off the floor as he pummels her harder. "Oh fuck, you're making me cum!" Jenny squeals as she clamps her legs around the Bailiff's big, round ass. ""Oh shiit, here it comes bitch" The Bailiff shouts as he digs his hands into her flesh and slams himself to the hilt ""I'm gonna fill you up!". "Oh my god, it's burning my insides" Jenny moans as hot cum begins to pour deep into her ass. "Bitch you were made to be filled with Nigga seed" the Bailiff sighs as events calm. A naughty look falls over Jenny's face "I'm a whore for Nigger cock and that is all I want in life" she thinks to her self, cum pouring out of her over-stretched asshole on to the toilet beneath her.

 In the men's toilet an eye peeks through the wonky gap of a toilet cubicle. "Jesus christ" Larry thinks as he views the incredible sight unravelling the other side of the metal door. A massive black hand grips the pipe that leads into one of the Men's toilet urinals, another grips the next one along on the wall. The power behind the grip making the pipes vibrate and the decaying wall shed a layer of dust. Kitty's face is twisted in pain. Her hands wrap around the forearms attached to the huge, black hands, her fingers digging in to the solid flesh. "UNNNNGGHH!" she screams, finally taking a breath. She looks back over her shoulder to see the massive, black giant of a man hulking over her gritting his teeth, sweat rolling down his brow. Kitty looks down to her shiny, round ass which is pointed as high as possible "Is it unngghhh..." she moans "...is it in yeeet? Ooooohhh". "Nearly there you fucking slut" The giant man answered "you are so fucking tight". "PUUUSH!" Kitty demands "puuush iiit iiin mmeeee". "Urgghh, take. My. Dick" the Giant bellows putting more of his huge strength into the invasion. "FUUUURRRCK!" Kitty screams with all the air in her lungs "I'm fucking cumming". The ballooning mushroom head bursts into her boiling hot, soaking wet pussy. "Yeah bitch take ma' shit" the Giant growls leaning over to her ear. Panting like a dog Kitty reaches up and wraps her arm around his smooth head keeping him securely close to her. "seee, I..." Kitty moans sweating and panting "...I told you unnngghh, I told you I could do it". "Bitch, you are one amazing little slut" the huge man responds. "Now I want mooorre" Kitty demands.

 In the ladies' toilet Jenny wipes a portion of the steamed up mirror to see herself to re-apply her make up. "mmmn, I look so good" she thinks to herself as she fixes her face and perfects her cat eyes. She adjusts her huge breasts in her tight, purple dress and admires her shining armband back in place on her upper arm "I'm missing something" she thinks to herself. Jenny bends over sending her bubble ass high into the sky, she scans the floor along the cubicles. "Looking for these?" the Bailiff asks holding up her tiny, stained knickers. Jenny looks up at him with a naughty look on her face "oh, there they are" she says smiling as she stands up tall. Jenny walks up to the muscular, now fully dressed Bailiff "I'll take those" she says reaching out. "I don't think so" the Bailiff responded mischievously "I'll keep hold of these" he says stuffing them into his back pocket "it's not as if you'll be needing them". With a smirk the Bailiff walks past her and towards the toilet exit, unlocking the door. "Time to meet the Judge".

 In the Men's toilet Kitty and the Giant have changed their positions. Now with her back to the nearest metal stall wall and her legs wrapped around the Giant's body Kitty is slowly sliding down the gigantic black trunk wedged between her small, shapely legs. "Oh my god, you're ripping me apart!" she cries as she bounces up and down the thick shaft. With his hands grasping the top of the stall wall for support the Giant thrusts slowly but powerfully in and out of her soaking pussy. "Ahhhh yeeaaah" Kitty moans scraping her nails down the broad chest before her ."How much have I taken?" she asks "it feels like there is soo much inside me". "Baby, you only got about 8 inches of meat up inside you" the Giant hissed "you're not even half way". Hearing this Kitty rolls her eyes in lust "oh my god, I love how big you are" she moans "push harder, I want more!". "You got it girl" the huge man responds "here you go". With Kitty's legs wrapping around his waist he takes a firm hold of the stall wall and slams his monster cock over half way up her pussy. "Unnnrrgh yeah, that's it, that's what I want" Kitty moans loudly as her arms fly up above her head joining his at the top of the stall wall. "You're stretching my fucking womb!" Kitty shrieks as she bucks back against the huge cock "I love black cock, I love how fucking big they are!". Inside the stall the horrified lawyer still clings to the mouldy toilet. Larry looks disappointedly down at his crotch as he hears Kitty scream "White guys are sooo fucking small unnngghh you're making me cum" the metal stall wall bends in, encroaching on his space.

 Jenny walks confidently down the Courthouse's corridor, the Bailiff following close behind. "mmmmn and I was worried that today would be boring but going through a divorce is fun" Jenny smiles to herself as her round ass swings from side to side.

 Out of a courtroom door walks a big, bad thug along with two other equally large gang members. Laughing between themselves "Yo dawg, the dude totally bought it" one of the thugs sniggers to their leader. "Shit yeah he did, dumb cracka" the Thug laughed "Yo, who got da stuff?" he asks "I think we in due for a lil celebration". All three suddenly stop in their tracks as Jenny Summers struts past "shit lady" one of them hollers "you got some swing on dose hips, I think I'm bout to take you back to ma crib". Jenny looks back giving the group a seductive smile "mmm shit I have got my pick today, this place is like a damn candy shop" she thinks as she disappears into the distance. Jenny and the Bailiff walk straight past Harold still sitting on the corridor bench slowly making his way through his sandwich. Jenny's naughty expression changes, giving her husband an unsympathetic look as she marches right past him "pathetic little man" she thinks evilly "I'll show him for ruining my fun". Harold sinks even lower, the beginnings of tears shining in his eyes as they pass. As a final blow before the two turn a corner , Harold notices his wife's knickers hanging out of the large, black Bailiff's back pocket, his mouth hangs open in disbelief at his wife's insatiable appetite. Jenny and the Bailiff reach the Judge's chamber door 'Judge Johnson' spelled out boldly upon it. "Mmmm, I hope the judge is extra big, I feel like I need a good stretching" Jenny thinks giving the Bailiff a naughty look. "Here we are Ma'am" the Bailiff announces kncoking his fist against the big wooden door "you ready?"

 In the Men's toilet Kitty is clinging to one of the dank sinks, with one leg trying desperately to anchor to the ground the other is in the huge Giant man's hand allowing as much access to her tight pussy as possible. "Oh fuck yeah, unngh harder you massive fucking nigger!" Kitty screams as the Giant pumps his humongous dick as fast as he can in and out of her over stretched pussy. Larry the lawyer, unable to ignore the heated fuck session happening only feet away from him has gingerly climbed atop the smelly toilet and has found a safe spot to peek over the metal stall wall to get a glimpse at the amazing sight. "Shit, you are one tight piece of bitch meat" the Giant bellows as he uses every one of his huge, straining muscles to smash the shit out of the young girl in his grasp. Kitty was full and she knew it, there was still a generous amount of shaft sticking out of her and she knew that there was no way of pushing it in. She also knew that she had never been so full of cock from one guy. "oh god, unnghh I can't... uunngghh, I can't stop cumming!" she cries "ooohhh you are fucking incredible unnghh". With the Giant's massive ball sack smashing her supporting leg Kitty moans and cries more than ever. "I am so full unngghh" she screams "ungghh you've... unnggh you've filled me up, I don't unnngh... I don't think I can take any more!". "You better think again bitch" a booming voice announces. In shock Kitty's eyes dart to the toilet entrance, engulfing her vision a group of large, black intimidating thugs. Larry's little face disappears down into the stall in fear. "We about to make this a party" The thug sneered, his gang all agreeing "You think you're full now slut, that shit ain't nuffin to what we gonna do to ya"

 Jenny walks up to the Judge's desk trying to contain her excitement of being alone in the big, black man's room. "You wanted to see me your Honor?" she asks. "Ah yes, Mrs Summers" the Judge answers his big chair facing away from her, his big black hands just visible, full of papers. "That was quite a performance you gave in my courtroom just now" he states in his powerfully deep baritone voice. The judge slowly twists the big chair around to face the blonde bombshell. "I don't know what you mean" Jenny lies. The Judge looks menacingly at her over his reading glasses "You know from what I saw of you this afternoon you shouldn't be getting a cent out of your husband". "What!?" Jenny cries angrily "that's not fair, I... I...". "Please Mrs Summers take a seat" The big bearded black man orders rising from his chair, his long dark robes swaying as he moved. "Please your Honor" Jenny pleads as she sits down into a leather bound chair "you can't do that to me, I need to be able to support myself". The Judge walks around his desk and sits against it next to the desperate blonde. "Please Mrs Summers, calm yourself" the Judge soothes "any average Judge would give everything to your high pitched husband after what you did to his poor, pathetic life". "However" he continued "I can see that you have a problem Mrs Summers, an addiction that is beyond your control and you see Mrs Summers I am not average" the Judge smirks. Jenny's interests rise at the suggestiveness, one eyebrow rising in curiosity "far beyond that and I think that I can help you with your problem" The Judge informs her suggestively. Jenny snaps out of her panic realising that the Judge's cloth covered crotch is now facing her "I wonder what he's got hiding in there" she thinks "it's the perfect place to hide a monster". The Judge rises to his feet once more and walks back around to his side of the desk, Jenny's face following his crotch, disappointed in it's absence. "Mrs Summers, I have here a list of allegations your husband has brought against you" The Judge states, picking up a piece of paper from atop a box labelled 'evidence' "perhaps we should go through these allegations to see whether there is any truth behind them". "I... I..." stutters Jenny slightly perplexed by the events unfolding. The Judge makes his way back to spot against the desk in front of Jenny. "Let's start with this one Mrs Summers" The Judge begins "according to your husband he caught you in a sexual act with your employer, Principal Long of Coxville High School". Jenny's eyes dart back to the robe covered crotch of the Judge, she could have sworn that it had twitched "Shit, is he getting off on this?" she asks herself. "He states that you had managed to engulf the entirety of the Principal's penis in your mouth" the Judge continues. Jenny stares at the now rising bulge coming from under the Judge's robe, her eyes bugging out as the size kept increased "jeez, he's pretty big" she thinks. "...he states that the Principal's penis was roughly the size of his arm" The Judge finishes. Jenny gawks at the now massive lump beneath the Judge's robe "Oh my gawd" she whispers. "I'm sorry, did something distract you Mrs Summers?" the Judge asks putting down the paper and looking down at the mesmerised blonde. "I imagine to have a penis the size of an arm is quite a physical achievement" the Judge comments "wouldn't you agree Mrs Summers?". By this point Jenny's mouth is hanging open as the colossal, cloth covered tube starts rising towards her face. "holy shii..." Jenny gasped as the leviathan kept growing "...is it real?" she asked breathless with excitement. "Why don't you take a look you white slut" the Judge bellowed his demeanour turning nasty. Jenny reacts to his change in tone with a sly face. Biting her bottom lip she gently pinches a fold of cloth from atop the growing pole. Carefully she lifts the cloth away and reveals the massive, blunt tip of a truly mammoth, black cock. "Oh my gawd" Jenny gasps "this is fucking crazy, you are gigantic!". "Now I do believe it's time to show me exactly what your husband caught you doing." The Judge smirked.

 In the Men's toilet Kitty is standing in front of a gang of thugs, bent over with her pussy being smashed by a huge cock. She looks up at the gang leader "You are one dirty slut bitch" the leader growls "I knew it when I fucked you on that bus, now you gonna take me again and ma boys". "mmmn yeah" Kitty moans whilst pushing back against her Giant's monster dick "I want to suck your fucking dick". A string of hoots and hollers follows from the gang as the thug leader from the bus fishes out his growing dick. "I'm in so much trouble" Kitty thinks as she reaches out for the big, black dick in front of her "These niggers aren't going to stop until they've filled up every one of my holes, I hope I can take it". The thug pushes forward into Kitty's open mouth whilst the rest of his gang free their equally large cocks. "You love getting fucked by niggers don't you girl?" the Thug growled down to her as his big dick slid down her throat "mmmm hhmmmm" Kitty responded enthusiastically. "What's up Nigga?" the Thug asks, looking up at the Giant .The two black men bump fists over the poor little blonde girl between them. "You up for fucking this silly bitch up?" the Thug asks. "Let's destroy this bitch" the Giant sniggers in response causing another set of whoops from the rest of the gang who have now circled Kitty, dicks in hand. With the Giant pounding her pussy and the Bus Thug now fucking her throat Kitty couldn't help but cum again, moaning loudly as she reached out to grab the other thugs big arching cocks. "Oh god, this is so hot" Kitty thinks to herself "I'm going to make sure they fill me up with their hot cum". Larry the Lawyer meanwhile builds up the courage to peek over the top of his stall to catch the latest instalment of the hot show "oh my gosh, how can that small girl take so much?" he asks himself.

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny is getting to work on the Judge's monstrous, black cock, her dress now pushed down to her waist. With both hands wrapped around the tremendously thick shaft and her mouth bobbing up and down on the huge crown. "I can't get over how big you are" Jenny moans between slurps "I don't know how I'm going to fit you inside me!". "Let's just say this bitch, the more you can take of ma fucking dick the more money I will squeeze out of your pathetic husband in that Courtroom". Jenny's eyes light up at the new incentive, a look of determination fills her face. Jenny squeezes the monster cock "by the time you've finished with me, I'll have earned everything that fat little man owns" Jenny states in an evil confidence. Jenny grabs both of the Judge's grapefruit sized balls and forces half of his massive cock down her tight throat with a determined force. "Oh yeah, that's it bitch" the Judge cries grabbing the back of her head "keep that shit up". "Oh god!" Jenny screams in her mind "This dick is sooo fucking big!". Jenny moans loudly as she squeezes and rolls the Judge's huge balls as he fucks her throat. "Gawwd, he's so big, I can't wait 'til he fills me up to bursting with his thick cum" Jenny moans in her mind "there must be soo fucking much in these huge balls". Jenny pulls back with a SCHHHLURP, letting the gigantic monster escape her throat and mouth sending a spray of saliva into the air and her hair cascading behind her. Taking a desperate gasp of air Jenny takes hold of the raging monster and pushes the slimy shaft between her huge white tits. "Oh yeah, fuck my tits" Jenny moans squeezing her big fat breasts around the burning tube of flesh "fuck them hard!". The Judge obeys and lifts off of the desk putting his weight down onto his bent legs. "Bitch, your tits are so fucking big and sexy" the Judge bellows as he power fucks them, his gigantic balls smacking against her bare stomach "you are a perfect white whore". Smacks and Slaps rings out as the Judge's balls bang against Jenny's small, toned body as his powerful hands press her big tits around his mighty shaft. "This is so fucking hot, pound my tits" Jenny thought feverishly to herself as she slurps her tongue around the bobbing cock head, the Judge quickening his pace "I can't believe I used to have sex with a white man, let alone Harold".

 In the Men's toilets Kitty's Giant has been lain out on the tiled floor. "OH GOD!" Kitty shrieks as she lowers herself down the Giant's monstrous cock "yessss, soo big!". Kitty grips the bulging abdominals of her black giant as the thugs line up in front of her. "Now, lil' girl slut" the Bus Thug barks "you're gonna take every one of ma boys. Dey bin busy this week and are in line for a reward" he chuckles. Kitty picks her first customer and sucks his dick down her hot, wet throat moaning loudly. "Shit, this lil woman may have the tightest fuckin' throat I eva' felt" the thug moans in satisfaction "I'm gonna drop a huge load in her stomach". Kitty takes the other thug's cock in her little hands as her Bus Thug disappears behind her. "mmmmm, where's he going?" she thinks "he can't...". Her eyes burst open as the Bus Thug's big dick lands in between her ass cheeks and his palms slap down on her gorgeous bubble butt. "Oh shit, he's going to put it in my ass" Kitty panics in her mind "surely he won't be able to fit in beside the fucking lamppost in my pussy!". The Bus Thug laughs as he lines up his large, black cock with Kitty's tiny, moist asshole. "Lil Bitch is gonna get filled uuupp" the Bus Thug cheers. Kitty screams long and hard on the thug dick in her throat as the Bus Thug pushes forward. She takes a sharp breath through her nose and screams again as he pushes up inside her against the Giant's huge, pumping monster cock. Her screams muffled but still loud, her saliva splattering out of the corners of her mouth and her nose, tears form. "OH GOOOODD, YEEESSSS!" she screams in her dizzy head as she cums hard.

 In the Judge's chamber the Judge has pushed as much as is physically possible of his humongous black cock down the desperate white slut's throat sitting in front of him. "MMMHHMMM" is the only sounds she can form with such an obscene intrusion in her gullet. The Judge fucks Jenny's throat, hard and with quick, long strokes. Overwhelmed, Jenny grips the leather arms of the sturdy wooden chair, her finger nails digging in to the soft padding making deep indents. "Oh god yess!" Jenny screams in her head "This is fucking incredible, he's a fucking animal!". The Judge pulls his huge slimy cock out of the beautiful, white woman with a loud "PLOP!". Jenny gasps for air, still clinging furiously to the chair. "That'll do for now" the Judge announces walking back around to the other side of his desk, letting his robes fall off his shoulders to the floor showing his ageing but impressively bulky and muscular body. He bends down and sweeps up the list from the large, wooden table, his massive dick swaying in front of him. Jenny breathes rapidly like an animal her hands dive to her soaking wet pussy. She arches her back in the leather chair her round butt squeaking forward. "I want you inside me" she moans uncontrollably "I want you to stretch my hot pussy!". Ignoring the wriggling women's pleas the Judge continues to read from the sheet of paper. "It is reported that your puny husband found you positioned on all fours upon your marital bed" the Judge bellows his free hand stroking his huge organ allowing it to descend to a softening state. "My wife had let a black delivery man insert his penis into her vagina whilst inserting a dildo into her anus" the huge Judge sniggered. "Well Mrs Summers, you have been a very naughty girl" he snarls looking over the paper at the writhing blonde slut. "To see that justice is served I feel you must again demonstrate the situation described within this accusing document" he continues "get up on here girl!" he orders, pointing at the large oak table. With a face hazed with delirious lust Jenny begins her ascent onto the sturdy oak table in the centre of the room. "Ooooh yeah, the delivery man fucked me hard your Honor" she moaned "I think you should do the same". "Now it says here that you had adorned the large, black delivery man with a piece of jewellery" the Judge added as Jenny reached him from across the table. "Mmmm yesss..." Jenny moans as she reaches to her arm and yanks the band down into her hands "...it was this one here" she answers fluttering her eyelashes. "For authenticity's sake, let's see if you can fit it on my big, Nigger dick Mrs Summers" the Judge growls menacingly. Jenny takes hold of the ridiculously large swinging dick and tries her best to fit the previously large appearing cock ring over the monstrous crown. "oh god, I don't think it's going to fit" Jenny gasps looking defeated "your dick is just soo fucking wide". "You ought to push harder Mrs Summers if you ever want to see any of that money" The Judge bellows "Now get that tacky ring down to my god damn balls, bitch!". Jenny pushes, her sloppy saliva helping guide the shiny ring slowly up the swaying shaft. "He filled my throat to bursting point without it" Jenny thought in a panic "he'll rip my pussy in two once this is on, he's going to kill me!". Like pulling in a heavy washing line, Jenny's increased efforts forces the ring down to the Judge's gigantic balls. Jenny cheers happily at her success "I did i..." she begins but is cut off by her own reaction. Jenny gasps as the Judges mighty cock rises in front of her at a tremendous rate. "Fuuuuuck" she gasps as the Judge's gigantic monster reaches it's full, meaty size the golden cock ring giving it an extra, straining menace.

 In the grimy Men's courtroom toilets, a giant, muscular black man lies on his back, his humongous member impales a small blonde girl, big hands squeezing her beautiful, round tits, straining muscles flex as the monster bucks up from the ground. A big, tattooed, black thug uses the exceptional power in his strong legs to squat behind the stunning girl, he pounds his large dick up her ass as he grips the girl's tiny waist. A bulky black thug with a grinning, golden mouth pummels his thick cock down the beautiful blonde's desperate throat, his strong hand keeping her head in a steady position. A small, amazingly well proportioned blonde girl vibrates in a constant state of orgasm, her shining blue eyes glazed over in lust, her body reacting against every penetration. Together, coated in a shining layer of sweat the group emit a constant drone of moans and groans as they fuck vigorously. "I'm cuuummming soo hard" Kitty screams in her head "this is soo intense, I love it" bucking wildly against the three way invasion. "Oh shit girl" the thug in front of her cries "your mouth is too much, I'm cumming down your fuckin' throat". The thug tenses as his thick cum blasts down her throat whilst he pulls out. "Oh god, there's so much of his hot cum" Kitty thinks as a huge gush of thick, creamy cum bursts out of her mouth with the spent black cock splashing over the Giant's expansive chest. "Oh god unnggh..." Kitty moans between thrusts to her pussy and ass "... what a fucking mess aahhhh" looking down at the Giant's messy chest. "Bitch, you better clean that shit up" the Giant demands angrily as he ploughs her pussy. "mmmm, yeah" Kitty moans as she bends forward allowing her tongue to snake down to the solid, heaving chest of the big, black giant. "That's it slut eat that fuckin' cum" the Bus thug snarls "you about to get some in your ass as well". Kitty shuts her eyes, savouring the taste of the thick, gloopy cum that she laps off of the Giant's huge muscles "mmm, it tastes soo good, I love eating Nigger cum" she moans. "shit girl, here it comes" the Bus Thug groans as he thrusts forward forcefully into her ass "fuuuck". Kitty takes her third load of cum of the day in her ass as she grits her teeth and clamps her eyes together in orgasm, excessive amounts of cum and saliva dripping down from her mouth and chin. Opening her eyes, she looks straight at her massive black giant beneath her "I want you in my ass!"

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny now faces the opposite end of the table, her bubble butt pointing up towards the Judge's large, imposing body. "I think I'll take your ass first, save that sweet looking pussy for last" the Judge announces. Jenny hisses sharply as he pushes forward, breaking into her tight ass slick from her leaking pussy. "Oh my GOD!" Jenny screams "you're splitting me in two!" as the Judge keeps pushing forcefully forward. Jenny grits her teeth, her face crinkling in pain and determination. "Keeep pushing, I want mooore!" she moans as sweat rolls down the Judge's big body his force never dwindling. "I'M SO FULL" she screams as the Judge fills her with a large portion of his monster. "So is this what happeunngghh..." the Judge bellows "... is this what happened with the delivery man Mrs Summers?". "Oh god, he doesn't even compare to this!" Jenny moans in delight "You're the biggest I've ever taken, I fucking love it!". The Judge pulls his huge dick near fully out of Jenny's boiling ass making her moan, he then slams it back in making her scream. "Tell me about the others Mrs Summers!" The Judge demands "To understand this case, you need to tell me about every Nigger you've ever let fuck you!". "With every one you list I'll fuck you harder, I'll fuck you faster until you won't be able to cum anymore!". "oh god yes!" Jenny screams "fuck me! Fuck me harder". "List me some Niggers bitch" the Judge hissed. "unnnghh the Football Coach!" she screams "he fucked me, ahhhh he fucked me in the men's showers at the school unnngghh he fucked me so good, he was my first, he resized my pussy". "That's it bitch you know you want to play along" the Judge growled through clenched teeth as he ups the speed of his hips "who's next?". "ahhhh yes!" Jenny moaned "I never fucked a white boy again! Aahhhh unngggh". "Next were the dirty School Janitors unnggh they double fucked me into oblivion!" Jenny moans "they fucked me hard on my work desk it was soo good". "Ahhh yes harder" she reacts to the Judges increase in power. "Good bitch you're getting the idea. Who else?" the Judge demands. "I fucked the Principal, god he was big" Jenny begins "I still can't believe I got his whole cock down my throat, I just had to beat my slut daughter". "Who's next slut?" the Judge snarls. "I fucked a store clerk unnnggh, I fucked my husband's mechanic aaahhh yes harder!". The Judge picks up the pace as Jenny plays his game, his hips pumping furiously at her abused asshole. "I fucked a gang of disgusting black thugs unngghh, I fucked a cop the same night ahhh he fucked me on the bonnet of his squad car, OH SHIT I'm cumming" Jenny screamed as a powerful orgasm shook her slender body. "Harold once took me dancing but I ended up fucking some black stud on the dance floor, he still doesn't know that". "Yeah bitch you ARE a full blown whore" the Judge laughs. "Fuuucck me!" Jenny screams as the Judge's hips near blur with speed. "Yeah bitch and how did Mr Summers compare to them?" he growls. "My husband is nothing!" she screams "oh shit! I'll never fuck a white man again, never mind that little fat slob! He disgusts me!". The Judge laughs out loud as he pistons into the shuddering beauty "and how do they compare to me?". "Oh god! You're the best I've ever had! You fill me up so fucking much and make me cum soo fffu... Oh God! I'm cumming again!"

 "Good grief, that's never going to fit in her ass!" Larry Small the puny, white lawyer thinks to himself looking down from the top of the metal stall. With cum stringing from her chin Kitty bends her tight body over. She arches her back and points her ass to the sky. Kitty looks back at her Giant black stud as he saws his gigantic weapon between her perfectly round ass cheeks. "You really think you can take this up your ass girl?" the Giant rumbles "You only just managed to fit it in your tiny pussy". "I've never wanted anything so much in my life!" she pants, her face contorted with desperate passion "I need you in my ass, I need you to stretch me! I want to feel your balls smack against my legs!". "Well here it comes, you dirty, white slut" the Giant growls as he aligns his tremendous cock with her tiny body. "You gonna take everythang I got to give bitch!" he snarls as he pushes forward. With her flexible, cheerleader body moving her head and her hands closer to the ground and her butt closer to the ceiling Kitty pushes back against his movement. Nothing. The couple tremble as they push against each other, sweat builds on their foreheads and rolls down their faces. Teeth scrape against each other, brows crease, the Giant's grip on her hips tightens. "PUUUSSSSSHH" Kitty screams "oh god, I can feel my ass giving way aaaahhhh puush it in me!". Silence suddenly falls. Kitty gasps, her eyes bugging out of her head. "fffffuuuUUCCKK!" builds from the quiet as Kitty reacts to the sudden intrusion "Ahhhh" she moans "you're sooounnngghh, sooo big!". "Puuuush" she screams as the Giant thunders more of his massive dick into her reaching half way. "Yeah you like that? Well take this!" the Giant bellows as he pulls out sharply leaving only his thick cock head inside the poor girl. He then slams back into her until three quarters of his monster is buried inside her. Kitty reacts in the same way with an intense gasp for air "Oh god..." she utters in a struggle "...I've never cum so hard!". "This is it baby!" the Giant cries "you think you can do it?" he again sharply pulls his raging cock out of her leaving only the tip buried inside. "DO IT!" she moans demandingly. The Giant thrusts forwards harder than ever, splaying her ass cheeks out against his solid lower abdomen, sending his balls crashing up against her stomach, fully impaling the beautiful, blonde slut.

 The Judge pulls his huge cock out of Jenny's well fucked ass, slime strings from the massive shaft. "Bitch turn around and clean my fucking dick" the Judge demands "before I fuck your pretty little pussy". Jenny spins around on the large desk knocking papers and stationary to the ground. Jenny moans as she grasps the pulsing trunk, saliva and ass juice coating her hands and slopping to the ground. "This is soo fucking nasty" Jenny thinks as she shoves the cock into her mouth and laps her tongue round the wide shaft. "That's it slut eat ma dick you filthy bitch" The Judge growls as Jenny licks her way around the slimy monster. With a loud POP she releases the big cock from her mouth, juice spraying over her chin and face, bubbles forming on her lips. "I want you to stretch my pussy!" Jenny groans with her messy mouth "I want you to cum in my womb!".

 Kitty takes hold of her ankles as the Giant behind her picks up the pace, pounding her tiny ass with all his might. "Fuuurrrck yeah" Kitty screams "pump my ass, I fucking love it so much!". "yeah girl!" the Giant bellows "you are the finest piece of ass I ever nailed, your ass is so fuckin' tight". "Oh god" Kitty screams as she grabs her ass cheeks, pulling them apart "your massive fucking dick is making me cum!". Kitty closes her eyes tight and lets her mouth hang open as her body quakes in orgasm "Fuck me harder!".

 "Ooooh gawwd" Jenny squeals as the huge, blunt head of the Judges' dick penetrates her soaking wet pussy. Lying on her back, Jenny grabs her thighs and spreads her bent legs apart "oh shit, it's sooo thick!". Jenny arches her back and sends her head back against the oak table as the huge Judge slides his massive cock up inside her small body "unnnggghhyeeah" she groans uncontrollably. "Bitch, with all these god damn confessions of adultery I've decided that you don't deserve shit from your husband!" the huge Judge laughs. Jenny suddenly panics "You mother fucker!" she shouts angrily "you fucking tricked me?". "Yeah bitch!" the Judge hisses like a snake "You don't deserve anything you fucking cheating whore!". "unngh oh god" Jenny pleads "you have to unnngggh I need that money". "Here's the deal slut, you;ll get your money IF. If you can take my entire dick up your sweet lil pussy". Jenny panics, she looks down at the monstrous shaft buried in her hole. The Judge was only half way and already she felt full. "But there's no way..." Jenny blurts out "...I'm sooo full I think I might burst!". The Judge leans down closer to her face, an evil look on his face "That's the deal bitch" the Judge growls "if you want that money I suggest you take what I fucking give you!" Jenny looks down at her fragile pussy the panic quickly fades as she takes hold of her athletic thighs, pulling them apart. "I want everything, give me everything" she moans with a devilish look on her face. "I knew you would slut" The Judge responds "brace yourself, here it comes"

 The Bus Thug tucks his dick back into his baggy pants and leaves the Men's toilets. He walks the Court corridor and approaches a sharp suited black Lawyer and whispers something into his ear. The Lawyer quickly turns on his heel and heads to the toilets. The Bus Thug walks up to a large, black cop again whispering something into his ear. The Thug then comes face to face with Jenny's Lawyer and repeats his message. All the black men he encounters quickly turn and walk to the Men's toilets.

 Harold Summers brushes the crumbs of his finished sandwich off of his lap. "I guess it's nearly time to head back into Court" he thinks rising to his feet "I hope it's all over soon" he sighs. Walking away from the bench he realises he needs the toilet so he walks over to the Men's rest room. Harold stands behind a large figure in line for the toilets, he waits patiently as the line slowly shortens.

 "Oh yeaaah!" Kitty moans as she bucks back against the pounding monster in her ass "fuck that ass!". The last thug takes hold of her blonde hair and aims his long dick at her pretty face. "Here bitch, take my nut!" he moans pumping his cock with his fist. Thick, hot cum hits her in the face.

 "What's that noise?" Harold thinks to himself as the queue shortens again.

 Jenny, on her back with her knees bent up by her shoulders struggles to keep sane as she endures the most intense fuck of her life. "ooohh fuuuck meeee!" she screams as she arches her back creating a semi circle of space between her and the solid oak table. "Fuck me, you big, black nigger!" she moans her eyes rolling in her head "fuck me stupid!". "Yeah bitch you're doing it" the Judge groans "you're taking my dick" he pushes hard into Jenny's over stretched pussy "Oh god yes!" she screams "If I can give birth to that fucking bitch girl I can take your god damn dick!".

 "Oh fuck I'm cumming" cries the sharp suited Lawyers who has been beating off over Kitty's face as she opens her mouth, cum splashing over face. "Bitch, I'm getting close" the Giant rumbles as he picks up his pace.

 "You've got 6 inches to go slut!" the Judge snarls as Jenny cums hard "you're nearly there, 5 inches!".

 Harold moves a place closer to the Men's toilets.

 "Bitch, I ain't kidding, I'm about to explode" the Giant yells as the Cop empties his load over the blonde girl's face. "What the hell is going on in here?" Harold yells as he swings the toilet door open.

 "Four inches, three inches to go bitch you're so fucking close!" the Judge cheers, sweating. Jenny tries to grab the air in delirium her body spasming in pure, unadulterated orgasm. She shakes and moans as she experiences the most intense orgasm of her life. She screams as the Judge forces another inch into her extremely stretched pussy. "Two inches baby!" the Judge roars "I'm about to explode in your fucking womb!".

 "What is this?" Harold blurts as he struggles to take in the scene before him, strong hands keeping him in place.

 "OOOOHHH GOD!" Jenny screams, shaking the big table as the Judge fucks her mercilessly. "One more inch girl" he thunders "ARRGGHHH take it!". The final inch sinks into Jenny's sexy, sweaty, shaking body. The Judge explodes inside her, releasing a flood of cum into her womb which sprays out of her over-stretched pussy.

 "Here it comes bitch!" the Giant bellows louder than ever pulling his bucking cock out of Kitty's raw ass "spin around bitch, your daddy wants to see you take it over your face!". Harold's line of sight is cleared after the last black man is finished dumping his cum over the beautiful little girl's face "Kitty?" Harold Summers breathes quietly as he glimpses the devilish smirk on his sweet daughter's cum covered face as she spins around to face the impending explosion "Daddy, watch this!" Kitty cries enthusiastically. Harold screams a high pitched scream as a massive blast of cum splashes and ropes over his daughters gaping mouth, tits and face sending globules of cum everywhere. With cum spray falling on his glasses Harold's eyes cross and he faints in the toilet doorway. "Holy shit!" Larry gasps causing all to look at him which in turn causes him to lose his footing. Kitty kneels on the floor covered in hot cum smiling, completely satisfied "mmmm that was soo goood and I'm covered in so much hot cum. I fucking love it" she thinks as a SPLASH echoes around the small room.

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny pulls her dress back on "I've NEVER had that much cock inside me" she gasps "and I've NEVER cum so hard" she continues, squeezing her tits "I've got to tell Kitty how big the Judge was, she'll be soo jealous" she thinks with a smile. "Baby, before we go back into the Courtroom, I've got one more thing that you need to do for me if you want this money" the Judge explains. "Anything for you, your Honor" Jenny answers. "I knew you'd play along" the Judge chuckles as he opens the box marked evidence.

 "All rise for the honorable Judge Johnson" an announcement rings out in the Court room. Everybody stands as the large, black Judge strides into the room, his robes flowing around him. Everybody in the room stands, Jenny, her Lawyer, the Giant, Harold and Larry Small who sports a soaking wet and stained pair of trousers. They all rise awaiting judgement. Jenny's Lawyer gives his client a strange look as the beautiful blonde wriggles her body and bites her lip. "What the hell is that?" the Lawyer thinks to himself hearing a faint buzzing sound. The Judge reaches his chair and sits behind the large, wooden desk over looking the congregation of bodies who follow him down to their seats. Jenny perches on the edge of her seat and arches her back, a bead of sweat forms on her brow. "Now..." the Judge begins "I have taken a very thorough look at this case and all of the evidence". "I have come to a verdict" he bellows provoking gasps from the crowd and a shocked Harold. "Please stand Mr and Mrs Summers" he asks. The couple rise to their feet from their side of the room. Harold's body wilts into itself in mental exhaustion and shame, Jenny fights to keep herself still "oh shiit" she thinks. "Mr Summers" the Judge grumbles "I do not think you realise the love your wife had for you to stay by your side for so long.". Jenny leans forward grasping the wooden table in front of her sending her round ass into the air, a faint buzzing still lingering in the air. "It is my opinion that your blindness to your wife's passion and lack of attention drove her away" the Judge continues "you see Mr Summers, your wife has a deep, deep addiction and addicts need help, they are driven by uncontrollable elements. Elements, Mr Summers that you helped create". Harold looks desperately at his beautiful wife as her muscles tense. "It is for these reasons that I am granting half of your overall earnings to Mrs Summers". "Fuuck yess" Jenny thinks as her mouth opens, her hand reaches for her stomach, a leg bends off the ground and her Lawyer takes a inquisitive look at her vibrating butt. Just then the Judge stops in his tracks, a look of surprise fills his bearded face. From beneath his desk a pair of hands have appeared and cleared a way through his robes and taken a tight hold of his monstrous balls. The Judge grins down at Kitty who has cleaned herself up and then back up to the room "There is however, also the issue of child support". Harold scans his eyes across the courtroom "where is my poor little girl? I hope she is okay". One of the hands from beneath the Judge's desk grasps for his huge, hardening cock. "You have a loving daughter Mr Summers and one that deserves your continuing support especially in such a saddening situation as a parent's divorce". Jenny, panting looks at her husband with a devious face "yeah, give me more" she thinks. A tongue joins the hands in the darkness between the Judges legs and licks the big cock with a strong force, lapping up a large pearl of slime. "I understand that your daughter will be attending college, I therefore rule that you will pay full child support" the Judge snarled as the mouth below his desk opens and begins to swallow is enormous dick. "A young, talented girl such as yours needs all the support she can get as she works long and hard through her university years". Kitty rewards the Judge by forcing a great deal of his massive dick down her tight throat "Yess, I can't wait to be the biggest nigger slut on campus" she thinks. "That is all, I have made my ruling. Court dismissed". A ruined Harold and his lawyer slump out of the room giving Jenny Summers a final glance. Their exit followed by the rest of the crowd. Jenny grasps her round, vibrating ass "God , I'm about to cum" she thinks as she rushes out of the courtroom. The last person leaves the room as the Judge gives Kitty a toothy snarl "That enough for you, you greedy slut?" he asks. Kitty pulls the gigantic cock out of her throat "mmmm, it was so hot watching you giving out orders" she moaned "I want you to fuck me right here in the courtroom".

 Jenny reaches the ladies' toilets, she runs inside and grasps a sink basin. "Oh god yess" she moans arching her back, throwing her head back "I'm cumming soo hard". She reaches back, under her dress and pulls the gigantic, vibrating dildo out of her ass as the door crashes open. Jenny looks up in an orgasm soaked state and looks at the Giant in the doorway "holy sh..." she gasps excitedly.

 Kitty is on all fours on the Judges large, wooden courtroom desk. The Judge pounds her tiny body with his massive dick.

 Jenny clings to the sink, her back arched as the Giant slams his monstrous dick up her pussy.

 "I love big, black cock!" the two Summers girls scream.  

Kitty Summers stands in her family house clad only in a tiny bikini, moans and groans echoing around her. She adds the final ingredient to a series of drinks on a tray. Now ready Kitty transports the tray out to the pool area, her round ass swinging as she moves. "Drinks are ready fellas!" she announces to the ten or so black studs lounging around the pool. Kitty squats down and places the tray of drinks down by the pool side catching the eyes of a couple of beefy black athletes joking around in the pool. "Thanks Kitty" they cheer in unison. Kitty gives the strong men a sultry smile and rises to her feet with one of the drinks in her hand. She glides over to a lounger and lifts her leg and straddles a huge black body. She settles down and looks Samson in the eyes smiling. "Here you go baby" Kitty says sweetly as she hands Samson the drink. "Oh that's what I'm talking about girl" Samson grins "service with a smile". With his free hand Samson slaps his hand down on Kitty's round ass "Is your Mom enjoying her birthday?" he asks. "I think she's having a blast" Kitty giggles "and now she's got the house to herself I think everyday is going to be just as good". Samson smirks as he pulls her bikini bottoms loose "You ready to ride my dick?" he asks boldly. Kitty smiles and leans in to the big, black football player "you promise to fuck me as hard as you can?" Kitty asks smiling. The couple kiss passionately.

 In a busy pool bodies congregate the area, the sound of sex fills in the background noise.

 In an empty kitchen the groans are more easily heard.

 In the empty hallway at the bottom of the stairs The moans and groans are again louder.

 At the top of the stairs a door is shut, the noisey grunts echos out from the other side. A lonely Summers family photo bounces and vibrates the wall.

 Inside Jenny Summer's bedroom the beautiful blonde birthday girl screams and groans as she rides the big, bulky body of Judge Johnson on her bed whilst the Giant standing behind her, furiously pounds her round ass.

 "I love big. black cock!" Jenny screams as the two big, black men fuck her.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Serial Killer Gap Year: Road Trip

(From a Shades of Magic AU I did for @writersmonth 2019! I just kind of feel like posting this here, too. Characters are from A Darker Shade of Magic / the Shades of Magic trilogy by V.E. Schwab. The full AU challenge is available here on AO3)

CW: Noncon touching, noncon kissing, intimate/creepy whumper, murder threats, referenced/implied noncon, whumper POV

“Can’t I just stay out here and put gas in the car?” Holland asked heavily, pulling up the tiny convenience store. “And why couldn’t we get something less conspicuous than this?” He gestured broadly forward. They were parked at the gas station’s third pump in a bright red two-door sports car the twins had stolen and put fake dealer plates on at least three states ago.  

“You’ll go in with Athos, like usual,” Astrid said brightly. She had her feet up on the dash in the passenger seat, bright red toenails glinting in the Arizona sunshine, wearing a pair of black shorts that were more underwear than clothing and a thin black tank top that had red lace peeking out of it along the shoulders and back, daring men to look. Athos was fairly sure at least a few had. Those men were dead. “I wanted a red car, I got a red car. Athos picked a good one, too.”

“We take what we want,” Athos said from the backseat. “Sports cars, liquor… you.” He leaned forward, putting a hand on Holland’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth along that little bit of bone that stuck out just before the curve of his shoulder began. Holland sat very still, the air conditioning still blowing icy chill at them.

Holland always wore sunglasses when he drove these days, and the only part of him that gave away his thoughts was the corner of his mouth, where Athos could see it turn down, just slightly, as his jaw tightened up.

“If I go in, you’ll just make me steal,” Holland said carefully, not moving, keeping his hands on the steering wheel, gripped around it so hard his knuckles were white on one side. His right hand was closed more loosely, fingers splayed awkwardly. “We have the money. Let’s just pay for everything this time.”

“We always pay for the gas,” Astrid pointed out helpfully.

“No you don’t.”

“Oh. Well, we mostly pay for the gas, anyway.”

“No,” Holland said flatly. “You don’t.”

“We’ll pay this time,” Athos said soothingly. “Come on, it’s our first road trip together! It’s been fun trying to visit every state with you!”

“Has it?”

He couldn’t quite use his right hand as well as he used to, not since he’d tried to signal someone for help. Now he used his left hand instead.

“Well, I’ve been having a great time,” Astrid said brightly. “Go in with Athos, Hol. You know what happens if you don’t listen.”

There was a moment of silence and then he dropped his hands from the steering wheel. “Fine. Get your feet off me. I’ll go in with him. At least say we all wear shoes this time.”

Astrid laughed, and Athos smiled at the sound. He loved to hear his sister laugh, and Holland made her laugh so much. A pity they’d never come across anyone like him before. An even bigger pity that this couldn’t last forever, that sooner or later he’d be too much trouble to keep around.

Astrid slid her feet back into her flip-flops and the three of them got out of the car, Holland sliding the front seat forward so Athos could climb out.

Athos was wearing a black tank top and old jeans that had faded into something nearly colorless by now, his own white-blond hair blowing loose in the hot wind. Holland’s white T-shirt looked terribly out of place with the two of them dressed in black, but Athos liked him like that, and so did Astrid. Their opposite image man.

“Hey, Hol,” Athos said softly, reaching out to brush his hand against Holland's stomach. “You’re looking good today.”

“Don’t,” Holland said tightly, but he fell into step with Athos as the two of them walked inside, Astrid staying out for the moment to put gas in the car. She watched them go in a pair of cherry-red sunglasses shaped like hearts, perfectly paired to match the red lace of her bra and the paint on her toenails, her white-blonde hair in a braid that ran halfway down her back, tendrils pulled free to hang just so around her beautiful face.

There was an immense cruelty in that face, and Athos loved her without reservation. She was his twin sister, and they had always been exactly the same, two halves of the same whole. They kept Holland and they loved him, too, in their own way.

Holland might not have called it love.

“You know the drill,” Athos said as he held the door, letting Holland walk in ahead of him. The other man said nothing in reply, only kept his eyes on the ground as the blast of air conditioning hit them with a brick of ice compared to outside’s dry, oppressive heat. “You say a word to anyone, we’ll make everyone in this place fuckin’ regret it. If anyone dies today, it’s on you.”

Holland was silent, but he followed Athos obediently enough. He picked up a bag of chips, looked it over, slowly put it back. "What," Athos said brightly. "You don't like Takis?"

Holland didn't answer, picking up a bag of cheddar and sour cream chips to hold onto, wandering towards the soda case. Athos watched him, enjoying the sight of the thin white T-shirt slightly damp with sweat in the center of his back, the muscles in his arms and his wrists. He held his right hand closer to himself, Athos noted, protectively. He never took off his sunglasses.

While Astrid waited outside for the car’s tank to fill, Athos and Holland picked out chips, sodas, some bottles of water. There were people in here; a mother with two small children arguing over gummy bears, the cashier looking emptily off at nothing, what looked like a truck driver staring fixedly into the beer case as though it would simply embrace him if he stood there long enough.

Holland didn’t speak to a single one of them. He knew better by now. He only held the things that Athos handed him - chips, beef jerky, a six-pack of beer clutched in a right hand that wouldn’t quite close all the way - and followed him, did as he was told.

He’ll do, Astrid had said, and they’d both thought he might last a week, maybe two. But it had been nearly three months now, and Holland was still here. They couldn’t bear to kill him and sure as fuck couldn’t let him go.

Athos let his fingers touch the damp spot on Holland’s back, watched him stiffen. “Don’t,” he said again, in the same tone as he’d said it outside; flat and not quite hostile. “Not here.”

Astrid was signaling to him from outside that she was done, and Athos smiled at her, holding up one finger. She must have been able to see it, because he saw her climb back into the passenger side of the car, keys in hand.

“We’re going to check out now,” He said quietly. The two children were still arguing, the sound like ice picks in his mind. “You’re going to put some chocolate bars in your pockets and walk right back out there.”

“Don’t make me steal,” Holland said, quietly, not quite pleading. “It’s stupid. We have the money.”

Athos took everything from Holland's arms, smiling. Cold beer in the backseat of the car was going to be amazing. “I don’t care if we have the money. I want you to steal. Are you going to do what I tell you?”

Those mirrored sunglasses (a $600 designer gift from Astrid, even though Holland had never once shown any sign of appreciating her generosity) reflected his smile right back at him, even as Holland's mouth narrowed, just a little, in bitter rage. “Yes.”

“Good.” The arguing of the children suddenly got more intense, louder, and Athos narrowed his eyes in that direction. “I fucking hate kids. I should go over there-”

“No,” Holland said softly, glancing to each side, then stepping slightly closer. Athos watched with pure and unadulterated joy as Holland tilted his head so his hair fell over one eye the way he knew they liked. "Ignore them. We're about to leave, anyway. Don’t worry about anyone else. I’ll pay. You go back out to the car.”

“I can’t let you alone,” Athos replied, patting the side of his face gently. “You’ll tell someone.”

“No, I won’t,” Holland said softly. Someone else came in, and Holland pulled back, looking back at a rack of state maps, rubbing uneasily at the back of his neck. “I won’t tell anyone. I won’t.”

“I’ll stay with you until we’re done paying. Now put something down your pants to steal.”

Holland chose some candy, and Athos raised an eyebrow when it wasn’t the chocolate, but chose to let this one slide. Let Holland have his little rebellions. He only got to have them in the daylight, after all.

Athos paid, not even trying to make conversation with the cashier, who looked brain-dead anyway. He could have killed everyone in this gas station and made Holland watch. They’d done it before, made Holland watch when Athos felt the itch. Astrid thought that was its own great fun. Then they drove away, and never stayed long enough to see the crime report.

There were no bulletins on the national news. They’d seen no Wanted posters. They kept moving, and they were careful who they killed, picking people like Holland with no family to miss them and very few or no friends at all, and no one knew to watch for them.

If they took out people here, though, they’d be on camera. These people probably had someone who would miss them. Athos wouldn’t mind, he’d always wondered what it would be like to lead cops on a merry chase, but Astrid would be angry. She wanted this wonderful summer to last as long as possible. They were going to visit every state in the country, after all, and you couldn’t rush that sort of thing. You had to have fun with it.

Astrid and Athos had left at least one body in every state so far. Holland’s roommate had been state number 7, and he’d been with them ever since. There'd been a kid back in… oh, Michigan or something, and they'd almost tossed Holland aside for him. Just a redhead walking down the road by himself, a teenager practically asking to be abducted. Holland had talked them out of that one, although ‘talked’ wasn’t exactly the right word for how he’d convinced them, and Astrid had never wanted anyone but him since.

They must be on state 30 by now, right? Only 20 to go, and part of Canada.

Athos was really interested in how many bodies they could leave behind them in Western Canada. They’d have to steal a new car, though, if they didn’t want to be conspicuous and end things too early.

He wanted this summer to last, too.

They walked back out, Holland just ahead of him as always. Athos stayed just close enough to be oppressive, and he could tell by the way Holland’s shoulders hunched that he was very much aware that it was on purpose.

“Can I take a break from driving?” Holland asked, quietly. “I’m tired. I need to nap.”

“Yeah,” Athos said after a moment’s thought, and watched Holland’s shoulders relax, just a little bit. “Astrid can drive. You can sit in the back with me.”

The shoulders tensed again.

“Y-you could sit up front-” Holland started, and his voice sounded younger, worried, and Athos felt a thrill up his spine.

“I don’t want to. I want to sit with you.”

He could see it, even though Holland’s sunglasses always hid his eyes. He could see the remaining fight in him, how he wanted to throw a punch and try to run, even though this gas station was the only thing for twenty miles in any direction in the scorching, blistering Arizona heat.

He could see that Holland wanted to run back in, beg them to call the cops.

He could see Holland think better of it, remembering the times he’d tried, the people who had suffered. He could see him force himself to relax again, and all of his emotions were sweet as sugar in Athos’s mind. What kept Holland alive, he thought, was that there was still fight in him. It was stuck down deep, but it was in there, and Athos would never let him die until all of it was gone.

Astrid was happy enough to drive, sliding her sandals back off to press the pedals barefoot. She smiled at Athos in the rearview mirror as they threw up gravel pulling out of the parking lot and he smiled back. This summer had been so amazing, so perfect, so beautiful. It had been everything they’d dreamed it would be, and they were getting away with it.

Holland leaned his head against the window, sitting as far away from Athos as possible, though he couldn’t go far in the car’s tiny bucket seats.

“Take off your glasses,” Athos said softly. Holland hesitated, then did as he was told. His eyes were shadowed, haunted, and very, very green. He had a pretty wicked black eye ringing one, still healing, a mottled mix of blues, purples, reds, and yellows. Athos thought he looked like a painting. He was furious, and furiously beautiful. “Good. Your eyes are so pretty, I like to look at them.”

Holland said nothing, only stared out the window as the landscape blurred by.

Astrid fiddled with her iPod as she drove, scrolling through songs until she found one she wanted, only half-watching the road. Somehow, nothing was ever in her way. Somehow she never swerved or had an issue. Somehow, it always worked for her.

Music began to blare through the speakers, a crooning female voice layered over crunching, industrial metal guitar, singing in Swedish. She settled back into her seat. “Do it,” She said to Athos, the cherry-red hearts over her eyes making her look, Athos thought, like a movie star.

“Can I?” Athos asked.

Holland knew what they were talking about, and his face went white. “No,” he said quietly, but neither of them listened. They never listened to Holland, unless it was to throw his pain right back in his face

“This road is nice and flat.” Astrid’s voice was bright and cheerful. She was the center of Athos's world, and he would have done anything for her. He knew, without ever having to ask, that she would have done anything for him.

Holland had been her choice, but he'd really been a gift for Athos, and both of them had known it from the first time they saw him.

“Go ahead," Astrid said brightly. "I’ve got my music up and I’ll keep my eyes on the road, I promise. I had most of the fun last night, you deserve a turn.”

Astrid turned the music up until it was so loud the lower notes vibrated in the frame of the car, settled back, and watched the highway stretch out before them.

Athos grinned and leaned over, unbuckling Holland’s seatbelt. “C’mere,” He said, and his voice was soft and warm .

Holland hesitated. It was the hesitation that Athos loved; watching the pain in his face, and the anger, the defiance that fought to rise to the surface, turn gradually into resignation. Most of them they killed at that point, but something about Holland had kept he and Astrid interested longer than ever before.

Holland hadn’t given up hope; not yet, not all the way, and Athos could almost taste it. His hope was keeping him alive; just not maybe the way he might have thought.

Finally, he looked at Athos and said quietly, “What do you want me to do?”

Athos grinned, sitting back. “You know what I want you to do.”

He watched Holland’s left hand close slowly into a fist, then just as slowly open back up again. "Can I put my sunglasses back on?"

He and Astrid met gazes in the rearview mirror, and he knew the blue of hers behind those sweetheart sunglasses would perfectly match the color of his own. They were two halves of a whole, had always been. She'd always given him exactly what he needed to be happy, and he had always been there for her just the same way.

"No," He said, and his smile changed. "I want you to look me in the eyes this time."

This had been the best fucking summer of his entire life.

[jdmslut-red]

Story: In The Dark

Chapter: 5 out of ?

Pairing: Negan/OC

Rated M for violence, mentions of abuse and rape, adult content etc.

Tag list: @danaedaniels @roses-are-my-valentine @sweetsec-93 @neganslucille87 @anon-jess @redmercysugar @chloejanedecker1

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Chapter V: Whiteout

Negan sighed, looking out the window while taking a bite of his granola bar. Thankfully, they were good on food. They were lacking on other important supplies however. Besides the lighter Lily had found earlier, all they managed to get their hands on was a small flashlight.

The snow had already started to fall, winter was here. The trio took shelter in an upstairs sitting area shared with some dressing rooms of a clothing store. Lily made a a low fire in the large trash can in the center of the room. She sat on the floor next to Ghost, gently petting his coat while starring into the flames.

Aside from the wind outside and the flames crackling, it was eerily silent. They had cleared the area, or whatever dead ones roaming around they came across anyway. Negan shifted his weight, leaning against the window. Lily sighed before standing up and walking over to him.

“Why don’t you get some sleep. I’ll keep watch.” She said.

Negan didn’t respond or even looked at her.

“Seriously? You’re gonna be Mr grouchy pants? I told you I...”

“You should just let me go in with you.” He interrupted her, taking the last bite of his granola bar and tossing the wrapper in the fire.

“You should have just stayed with Ghost.” She frowned.

Negan’s head quickly snapped towards her. “Are you fucking kidding me!? If it wasn’t for the damn wolf you’d be walker chow right now!”

“Shhhh! Keep your voice down! And I told you, Ghost is the one that ran off. I couldn’t let anything happen to him.” She frowned.

“And if he hadn’t done that, if he was with me, you’d never known about the walkers in the back.” Negan stated.

“Really? How stupid do you think I am? I managed to kill a handful of dead ones in the dark by myself! I can handle it!” She growled.

“Didn’t look like that from where I was standing.” Negan hissed.

“Speaking of which where the fuck were you? I told you to stay by the entrance!”

Negan rubbed his face in frustration. She was right, if he had just stayed put... “I was under the fucking impression you could handle it. I...” Negan exhaled a long breath. “I’m sorry.” He finally said after a while.

Lily sighed, reaching out and touching his shoulder. “Shit happened but we’re all ok. But Negan... if we’re gonna survive together we need to work together.”

Negan slowly nodded at her. She was right, they needed to move and think as a unit.

“Ok. Just... from now on we don’t separate alright? No matter fucking what.”

Lily nodded. “Ok.” She spoke quietly.

Negan’s facial expression softened. He’s never been so scared in his life. Those few minutes between Ghost running to him full of blood and finding Lily struggling against a walker were the worst of his life. Negan reached out to her, grabbing her arms in his hands and bringing her closer to him.

“I thought I lost you back there.” He said while putting his forehead against hers.

“I’m ok.” She whispered, taking his head in her hands. “I’m ok. We’re all ok.” She echoed while stroking his cheeks.

Negan leaned in and gave her a small gentle kiss on the lips. When he withdrew however, Lily pulled him back, kissing him more feverishly. Negan made a small groan in the back of his throat, moving one hand to her neck and the other around her waist. It was scary how quickly his feelings for her were growing. He would never admit it out loud however.

“Get some sleep doll. I’ll keep first watch.” He spoke after they separated.

“You need it more than I do with your side...”

Negan shook his head no. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t let the lady sleep first?” He joked. “Just get some sleep. I’ll wake up later and we can switch. How does that sound princess?”

“I told you not to call me that.” She grimed. “Besides, I doubt we’ll get any sleep here anyways.” She looked from the small couch to Ghost who was laying by the couch on the floor already fast asleep. “Well at least one of us will.” She chuckled lightly. “Ok.” She nodded before walking back to the couch.

Lily tossed and turned in the sofa. As she suspected, she wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep any time soon. She groaned after a while, putting her arm across her face. She heard the click of a lighter. She was about to snap at Negan for waisting the fuel when she saw him lighting a cigarette.

“Hey where the hell did you get those!?”

“Oh right.” Negan took out the squished packs from his leather jacket. “Found these at the gas station.”

Lily quickly got up and marched across the room. “Gimme!” She made a gesture with her hand.

“You smoke?” He questioned her amused while opening the pack for her.

Lily nodded while taking a smoke from him. He brought the lighter up her, lighting her cigarette.

“Bad fucking habit doll. These things will fucking kill you.”

She raised her brow at him while exhaling the smoke. “Don’t start.” She took another drag and sighed. “Fuck that’s good. Almost as good as that after sex cigarette.” She chuckled.

Negan almost choked on his own smoke. “Shit darling! Warn a guy next time!” He coughed. “The mouth on you Miss Lily.” He grinned licking his lips.

“And I’m already sorry I said it.” She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be.” Negan said, shifting closer to her. “I like that dirty mouth of yours.”

“You’re insatiable” She smirked at him, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“Fuck baby... this ain’t the time or place to be joking like that. You don’t know what you’re doing to me doll.”

Lily sighed dramatically. “I can’t wait till we find a secure place.”

“Me too baby.” He licked his chops once more. “The things I wanna do to you...” Negan drawled. He cleared his throat while taking a step back from her. “You need to sleep.” He said.

“I can’t.” She shrugged, putting her cigarette out.

“At least try for me sweetheart. We need to get out of this shit hole. Tomorrow is gonna be another long goddamn day and you need to rest.”

She nodded. “I’ll try. Don’t forget to wake me up in a few hours if I do end up falling asleep.”

Lily walked back to the couch, laying down and covering herself with a heavy duty coat she was using as a blanket. After a while she was finally able to fall asleep. Negan breathed deeply, watching over her sleeping form. The snow continued to fall outside. They needed to find shelter soon. Negan feared the worse. They couldn’t stay here. The buildings were too damaged and falling apart. It wasn’t safe.

The next morning...

Negan stood watch with Ghost while Lily tried to hotwire a car.

“I thought you knew how to do this!” Negan complained.

“Quit your bitching I almost go it!”

“I’m freezing my goddamn nuts off!” Negan spoke with his back turned to her, hugging himself as an attempt to keep warm.

“Come on...” Lily grunted, while sparking the wires together. The car choked a few times before finally roaring to life. “Yes! Haha!” She triumphed.

“Thank fucking fuck!” Negan walked around to the passenger seat.

“Ghost come on!” She called on her pet, opening the back door for the large wolf to jump in.

After they were all seated, Lily pushed the shift into drive and slowly began moving forward. The snow was thick deep and now.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” Negan asked.

“Oh my god, you’re worse than teenage girl on her damn period. Relax old man I got this. I’m from Michigan, driving in the snow is my specialty!” She grinned. “Speaking of which... we should be in Michigan soon.” She told him. “Check the map.”

“Fucking smart ass! You hear that Ghost, your mom thinks she’s so fucking funny!” Negan retorted before shoving his hand in the backpack.

“Just check the map.”

“Cool your tits woman I’m fucking getting it! Jesus fuck!” Negan groaned. “Looks like we’re still 50 miles out.” He said after studying the map for a brief moment. “There’s a mall 15 miles from here. We could check it out.”

“A mall? You really think that’s a good idea?” She asked him.

“Do you have a better fucking plan? This fucking car won’t make it for 50 miles. And once we cross the border we’ll be driving through Detroit. How is that fucking smart? Cities are a big fat fucking no no.”

“We’re not going through the city Negan.” She sighed. “I’m not taking the highway. Besides the plan is to go up north Michigan. I know some places with good farm land.”

“And what if it’s not secure?” He asked her.

“Then we’ll just keep moving North.” She shrugged. “The colder it is the better. The dead ones move slow or freeze all together in this weather. Plus there’s less chance of us running into people.”

Negan nodded. “Regardless we should stop by the fucking mall. That place could be loaded with fucking supplies.”

“And overrun with the dead ones.” Lily pointed out. “Malls are usually one of the first stops for people to gather supplies.”

“Doesn’t hurt to fucking check doll. Like you said, we need weapons and shit. And we’re gonna run out of food eventually.”

“And bandages. We need to look for medical supplies too.” She said.

“You and the fucking bandages.”

She glared at him. “You’ve been wearing the same one for 3 days now. Plus we need to take those stitches out.”

“Fucking great.” Negan groaned. “Regretting saving me yet sweet pea?” He joked.

Lily frowned at him.

“Relax. Just a damn joke. You really need to lighten the fuck up sweet pea. I’m sure we’ll find a pharmacy somewhere. Now I’m gonna get some shut of eye. Wake me up when we get there.”

“You should have woken me up last night.” She told him.

“Yeah well, I wanted to let you fucking sleep.” He spoke before lowering his seat back and turning on his side.

After a couple hours of driving, they finally arrived at their destination.

“Negan...” She shook him softly. “Negan wake up, we’re here.”

Negan stirred awake, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He sat up in his seat, observing their surroundings. “Well... at least there’s less fucking snow here.” He commented. “What I wouldn’t give for a fucking coffee right now.” He yawned once more.

“Well at least the building is in one piece. If it’s clear we could probably spend the night.”

“Told you it was worth checking it out.” Negan smirked. “Malls have a lot a shit sweetheart. We could be hitting a goddamn fucking gold mine. And hell, we could stay here for a fucking minute like you said. No need to be in a fucking rush if it’s secure enough.”

“Don’t get too excited old man. Place could be overrun with the dead. Or worse, the living.” She frowned.

“Yeah yeah woman I get it. You don’t like malls. Let’s go in and see what we see... fucking together this time you got me doll? None of this wait here I’m going in alone crap.” Negan gave her a pointed look.

“Yes sir.” She saluted him sarcastically.

“You got a damn fucking mouth on you princess. And it’s gonna fucking get you in trouble.” He said while getting out of the car.

“Whatever. Ghost come.” Lily opened the door for her wolf who was overjoyed to finally get out of the cramped space. “Should we hide the car?” She asked.

“Well... can’t be too careful I guess.” Negan said while looking around for a good hiding spot. “There! The trees are big and wide enough to hide the car. Plus if it keeps snowing like this, soon here will be just as bad as the fucking stores we were in. Go park the car there I’ll start heading in with Ghost.” He told her.

“What happened to sticking together?”

“We’ll wait for you shit woman. You have no faith in me do you? I’m just wanna take a fucking peek inside, see what we’re up against. Don’t worry your wolf is safe with me.”

She frowned. “That’s not what I’m worried about.” She said before getting back in the car and starting it up again. “Just... just be careful.” She told Negan before driving over to the hiding spot he mentioned, away from the mall parking lot.

[lou-is-creative]

Unpredictable (pt 3)

Fandom: 6 Underground

Main characters: Four/Billy // Oc: Eight/???

Shipping: Four/Billy x male!OC

Chapter two: Newbie

Song: Twisted, Missio

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!

AN: The picture isn’t mine (unfortunately tho) Have fun~

It was about 7am as the boy decided to take a break. He was getting tired and really was in need of a shower and some sort of caffeine to stay awake. And to look at least halfway like a decent human being. Saltwater tended to force his hair into tiny curls, which looked everything but serious or dangerous.

He pulled the new car into the driveway of a gas station and parked it a little bit further away, since there were less people parking there. He didn’t want to risk his new possesion being damaged.

He took a quick glance at the freeway and groaned a little annoyed. Once he was done showering, he'd have to deal with the increased traffic. Which would cost him both, nerves and time. Nerves and time he just didn’t have.

The boy pulled his hood over his head to hide the curls and his face. He looked like an average teen with his black hoodie and his Adidas sweatpants. Which was a perfect disguise. He grabbed a backpack in which he had stored both, decent clothing as well as his toothbrush and everything he needed in the bathroom. After locking his car, he quickly made his way over to the building.

The woman in front of him at the cash desk didn't pay much attention to his looks. She looked way too tired and annoyed.

"What can I do for you?"

"I need a shower, where can I find those?"

Asked person kept chewing her gum and pointed at a door with a big sign on it that said 'shower'.

"Thanks".

If he was embarrassed? For sure. Would he ever admit or show? No.

The boy stretched and walked his way to the shower rooms and took a short hot shower to get washed. Despite his love for warm showers, he tried to keep it as short as possible. 

As he walked out of the shower, he put on some decent clothing and blow dried his hair so his curls wouldn’t be visible. With his hair straight and fixed, his clothes fresh and changed, the only thing he still needed was a coffee or something similar. 

As the young man looked at the metallic blue watch on his wrist, he decided for an energy drink. There was no time left for coffee and the chances that he would spill the liquid all over his seat was way too high to be risked. He grabbed a random can, just because it was blue and matching to his watch. He then paid both, the drink and his shower before he left the building and opened the drink to take a sip. And his face was telling stories. He looked so disgusted, that if someone would have tried to describe the scenary, he’d desperately try to find a stronger word.

“I gotta stop choosing things just because they look nice.”

He mumbled and got to his car.

Three hours. The amount of time he’d normally need to reach his destination. But with the increased traffic, it could also take him five. Which would ruin his goal to take less than ten hours. But the young boy wasn’t ready to give up his goal. He took a short look at his watch. Eight am... What a ridiculous coincidence it was to start his car then.

"Benz, find me a way without too much traffic."

He announced and buckled his seatbelt. Saying Benz was so much easier than always addressing his car with 'Hey Mercedes' Which is why he had that changed. And to be honest, he was glad he did.

"Okay sir, I have found a way without much traffic. Do you want to take this road?"

A short look at the display in front of him and a small nod.

"Yes."

And again, he let the engine growl and drove off into the morning sun.

The young driver wasn't the only one enjoying the sun at this hour.

Four grabbed his board and starred into the clear blue sky. It was hot already so he had to use the remaining time as good as he possibly could. Skating in the middle of the day was just impossible with this weather.

The blonde man made his way to a local skate park, wearing a disguise so no one would actually be able to make out that it was the same person that was skating there. One was already fed up whenever he thought about the fact that four went to a skatepark. Why couldn't he just stay at their so called batcave?

But sometimes, the young man just needed his space. Although he liked spending time with people, he needed to be alone from time to time. To calm himself or to think about certain things. Today was such a day. He didn't know if the whole thing with that other guy was a good idea. He doubted it to work out well. Besides, couldn't they find another way into the highly protected mansion of that stupid CEO?

Four let his thoughts drive off completely. Until he took a pause to grab his water bottle, he had brought with him. With the hat pulled into his face deeply, he watched other skaters. Some of them were still pretty young and skated with helmets and their mothers watching. And sometimes this sight made him think of himself as he was younger. Ever since he could remember, he was a very active child. He learned how to skateboard before even wanting to ride a bike. Parkour took over his life as he got sixteen. And until this very day, it was one of the biggest joys he had. The adrenalin rush, the challenge, the kick. But also, the view. Just like the one he had on top of the Duomo. He liked to remember the breath-taking sight of Florence, just not exactly what happened there.

As Seven came to the team, he acted as if Six death left him unaffected. Only he could know that this wasn't the case. It actually was a lie. Six was young, adventurous and addicted to adrenalin, just like he was. They got along well, and he eventually wanted to teach him how to drive. It was something he never had a chance to learn. His family wasn't in possession of a car or enough money to pay his drivers licence.

But this chance was taken away from him. Just like he was taken away from him. Someone who could have been a close friend.

The blonde man looked into the sky for a second, protecting his eyes from the sun with his hand. It was time to return home. One would get really pissed if he would stay out all day. It could cost them.

Plus, he was kind of curious about this new guy that was supposed to join them today. He obviously had his reasons to grab his board and drive home again. As he arrived, he found the others outside of the plane wreck.

One walked up and down while the others were sitting close by. Four got off his board and leaned it against the plane wreck.

"For fucks sake, Four where have you been? Don't you know we don't have any time left to waste?"

Four raised a brow at him. Then he turned around to face Seven, throwing him a questioning look. As if he wanted to ask what the hell was wrong with One. But Seven just shrugged.

"Do you have any clue when that guy will arrive?"

Five asked and eyed Four for a second.

"No idea. But he was supposed to arrive today."

"But you do know that today still has plenty more hours?"

Two asked and Seven made some space so Four could sit down next to him. One groaned. Of course he knew. But they needed every bit of time they could get. Desperately.

Just as he wanted to turn around to respond, he heard the sound of a car approaching. Curiosity spread and the others stood up to see something. But all they saw was dust. At least for a while. It didn't take long for the car to become more visible. It was driving fast.

 "You've reached your destination."

The boy glanced at the navigation system before looking up again to see a bunch of people standing in front of an old plane wreck. He stopped his car a few meters away from them.

Four stood up and took a step forward, trying to make out what the new guy looked like. But the windows were tinted so he couldn't see anything. At least not until the boy got out of his car.

Each and every one of them scanned the newbie from head to toe. They looked at the straight black hair, which was neatly styled in a middle part and looked freshly cut. At his black pants, which he paired with a black dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. He was dressed black. completely. Even his sunglasses were black. The only coloured thing he was wearing, was the metallic blue watch.

As he approached the others, he took off his sunglasses and the car seemed to lock itself. And as he looked into Fours direction, the first thing the blonde noticed were the light brown eyes. The sharp gaze, the serious face. He appeared so grown up, although he barely looked older than nineteen, maybe twenty but not older.

The new boy finally stopped, focussing on One, who was now directly in front of him.

"I see you've found your way here, which is nice, but may I ask you, what the fuck that is?"

One asked and with one short movement of his head, he made obvious what he meant.

The boy’s car.  Eight turned around to face his car, raised a brow and turned back to look at One.

"A car, obviously."

He said, hiding his confusion about that question.

"No, I-",

One rubbed his sleeves,

"I mean the colour. You can have a car, we've talked about that, but that colour-"

"What's wrong with the colour?"

Eight looked at One as if he was ready to murder him for the criticism on his car.

"I think it looks pretty fucking cool."

Four interrupted and shrugged as he leaned against the metal of the plane. Eight looked at him shortly before pushing one of his hands into the pocket of his tight jeans. A bright grin appeared on his face as he shortly pointed at Four, raising his eyebrows at One.

"See? This guy has a good taste."

Four couldn't bite back a grin and bowed sarcastically.

To be fair, the car looked very nice. It was a Mercedes C- Class with the typical AMG design. But the colour really made it special. It was blue. Metallic-blue but matte. It looked unique.

"You know what I mean. We had talked about the colour."

One said and Eight nodded.

"I know. I will have it repainted regularly. Don't worry."

One nodded and looked at the boy.

"Well then, welcome to the team."

Eight nodded and looked at the other ghosts who simply greeted him with a nod. Unfortunately, they didn't have the time to really get to know the newbie. It was running out on them and they still had a long way to go.

"Follow us inside, we need to use the time we have left efficiently."

AN: Again, if you like this story, feel free to share it or leave an ask💕

[chungha-supremacist]

No borders - Chapter 2

word count: 5003

SUMMARY:

“It’s just us 5 right?”

“Forever.”

“No men allowed… ever. Let’s promise to eachother that we will never let any man come in between us!”

“Never!”

Naive promises told at a young age, just between 5 best friends. They promised their world to eachother, “best friends ‘till death breaks us apart”. 10 Years passed. The same 5 girls, but no longer blinded by those “stupid promises”. It will be broken. The promise of a lifetime. The lust of love is what makes us all see unclear. We lose our friends, or soulmates, we fall for the unknown, we fall for lies and for the feeling of being important to someone who will drag us far away from who truly matters.

“Forget about the world… forget about them… right now, it’s only me and you. They don’t need to know that I love you.”

CATEGORY: F/F; F/M

Fandom: RED VELVET (Band), NCT (Band)

Relationships: Park Sooyoung / Kim Yerim; Bae Joohyun / Kang Seulgi; Son Seungwan / Nakamoto Yuta

Characters: Park Sooyoung; Kim Yerim, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Son Seungwan, Seo Youngho, Jung Jaehyun, Nakamoto Yuta, Dong Si Cheng, Wong Yuk Hei, Lee Taeyong, Chung Ha

Additional Tags: friendship,angst, mistrust, lies, cheating, lesbian interactions, smut, fluff, fashion, models, rich life, etc

RATED: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST.

CHAPTER 2

Sooyoung found herself in the most awkward encounter with her alleged “boss” at the dinner, in a pub where all you could see were horny couples grinding on eachother on the dance floor and drunk dudes whistleing and winking at her. She felt out of context, especially because all Yuk Hei was doing was drool over every chick who would pass his sight.

“Could you be any more obvious…” sighs Sooyoung.

“Jealous?” says Yuk Hei now smirking at her.

“You’re drunk. Maybe it’s better if I will drive your car to your home, so that I make sure WE get there safe and I can take the subway to my home-“

“I’m not drunk, Sooyoung. I just wanna have some fun tonight, whether if it’s gona be with you or with some random chi-“

Sooyoung was so full of it that her punch met the table in the loundest way possible which made Yuk Hei forget his words.

“Hey.. I was joking, ok..”

“I am not joking here, Yuk Hei. If you just wanted me to come here for you to get me drunk and get laid with me, you should’ve said so. Goddamnit, boys are all the same!” screams Sooyoung, now being angrier than ever before, while grabbing her purse and running out of the pub.

She felt like tearing up. She can’t stand this feeling anymore. Every guy she tries to even be friends with, they all end up wanting “something” back… She is sick of these “species” called males.

“SOOYOUNG!”

Sooyoung doesn’t bother to turn around and she wipes the small tears from her eyes hearing Yuk Hei running after her. Soon, he catches up to her and grabs her hand firmly, turning her to face him, centimeters away from eachother.

“What.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what. Nothing happened there, I’m just tired. Take me home. Or I’ll take the subway.”

“I’ll take you home Sooyoung.”

They were now standing in the even more awkward silence than the atmosphere at the pub. Yuk Hei was pretending to be focused on driving and Sooyoung was desperately refreshing her messages waiting for a message from Yeri who seemed to have been offline the entire day. She sighs.

“What’s wrong..?” says Yuk Hei while putting one hand on her leg.

“Don’t touch me.” And she throws his hand away.

Yuk Hei suddenly stops the car at an empty gas station.

“Sooyoung, I know you don’t have a good impression of me-“

“Damn right.”

“But tonight I invited you to change that.”

“Does it seem like it worked?”

“No.. but I want to make it work.”

“What do you even want Yuk Hei…”

“You.”

Sooyoung swears she gaged at this word.

“Excuse me?”

“Sooyoung… give me a chance.”

“You are my boss!!” quietly screams Sooyoung.

“So? I’m technically not. I am just the chief of your department Sooyoung, and nobody would care anyway. One chance. Let me prove you that you are the only woman I’ve been thinking about lately.”

The strong smell of liquoir was now filling Sooyoung’s nostrils and she knew what she had to do.

“You are drunk and saying nonsense. Grow out of it. Tomorrow you wont even know what you just said now and you will get back to sleeping with 10 different girls per night.”

“That is not true!!” protests Yuk Hei.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more of how you fucked almost all the models from our company until now except me and Chung Ha. Hmm, I wonder WHY you chose exactly me and her to go out with you tonight. Luckly Chung Ha is not a stupid, sensitive person like me.”

Now Sooyoung feels more uncomfortable than ever. She just wants to run out of this stinky car.

“You- How do you know that??!! You got proof, honey??!!” screams Yuk Hei, now seeming like a monster in comparison to the innocent Sooyoung.

“I- BECAUSE I HAVE EARS YOU DUMB SLUT! DON’T YOU THINK I TALK WITH THE GIRLS YOU USE?? Don’t you think they cry to me after you ruin their lives with sweet lies, promising them the moonlight and in the end, leaving them on the edge of killing themselves??!! They feel like worthless whores after you use them!” Sooyoung can’t believe she just had the guts to say this.

“Sooyoung.” Says Yuk Hei while locking the doors of the car.

“W-what. W-what are you doing??” Sooyoung is now on the verge of crying and screaming.

“I will teach you a lesson, Sooyoung. Right here, right now.”

Yuk Hei unzips his pants and Sooyoung swears that she’s going to start crying.

“Yuk Hei please… Let me go, I don’t want you.” Cries Sooyoung while hitting on the door to open.

“After this, you will want me, baby girl.”

He takes his pants off revealing his expensive underwear and his very erected member.

Sooyoung is a smart girl. She wipes off her tears and crawls on top of him.

“See, you already know what you have to do baby girl. Now please your boss and maybe we’ll see about a promotion or something-“ but Sooyoung turns around and presses the button to unlock the doors. She falls on the stone-cold ground of the empty gas station and starts screaming for help. Right when she gets up, Yuk Hei grabs her hand animalistically and covers her mouth. Sooyoung bites with all her power on his finger and Yuk Hei screams in pain. She left her purse in his car, but she couldn’t care less. She is now running, screaming for help, but there was hardly anyone on the street. She runs for the subway station where she finds a tall man, dressed in a suit, lazily scrolling on his phone while waiting for the subway. She runs to him and grabs his hand desperately like her life depended on it. The male stands up in fear.

“Please help me. I am being chased.”

“By who?”

“There is a guy! Tall, black hair, wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. H-he is trying t-o-“

“Don’t worry, stay by my side and if you see him, I will make sure nothing will happen to you, alright? Calm down please.”

Sooyoung takes a seat next to the man who looked so neat and who smelled like vanilla. She is trying to catch her breath when she realized her shirt was half unbuttoned and she lets out a small cry.

“I’m sorry…” she sobs.

“It’s alright. Don’t worry.” Says the man trying to reassure the insanely scared girl.

The subway arrives in the station and they both go in, no sign of Yuk Hei still following her.

“Do you think he is still looking for you?”

“That guy… He is my boss… I will have to face him at work… Or at least when I will apply my resignation.”

“Aha… Do you live far from the subway station where you get down? I can take you to your place if you’re still scared.”

After what happened, Sooyoung couldn’t trust anyone. Especially a stranger. She had no phone or money whatsoever at her so she had no one to call.

“May I use your phone..?” she quietly asks.

“Of course.” Says the man while taking out his huge, expensive phone.

Now the problem was: the only phone numbers she knew were her mom’s, her aunt’s and… Yeri’s. But Yeri hasn’t answered all day to her messages and calls, why would she answer now… She’s probably asleep. But she still tries her luck. She calls.

…

“Hello?”

Sooyoung swears she will start crying hearing the reassuring words of her best-friend.

“Y-yeri-ah… It’s me, Sooyoung. Joy.”

“JOY??!! Is this a new phone?”

“N-no.”

“What is wrong?” and now Yeri’s voice turned darker and more serious than ever.

Sooyoung starts crying.

“Y-yeri.. can you come pick me up from the subway station please.”

“SOOYOUNG WHAT IS WRONG??!! Yes!! I’m coming right now!” there is a pause and then Sooyoung hears the voice of a male on the other end, talking to Yeri and telling her ‘See you some other time?’. Sooyoung’s stomach ached.

“What was that-?”

“What was what? WHERE ARE YOU JOY??!!”

“In the subway, im getting down in 2 minutes. I’ll explain when we meet. Bye.”

…

The man smiles at her.

“Is everything ok? Is someone picking you up?”

“Yes yes! Thank you so much, Mister! This is where I get down… Thank you again…”

Sooyoung must’ve bowed to the man 50 times because she couldn’t thank the him enough.

When she exits the subway, there she is, Yeri, in the most gorgeous dress in the world, a silky black dress complimenting her body like a crown compliments a princess’ head. She worriedly runs to hug Sooyoung tightly and puts her jacket around her.

“Sooyoung… oh my godness… what happened??!!”

Sooyoung wipes her tear of happiness after seeing Yeri.

“Yuk Hei. I went out with him.”

“What??!! Your boss you mean??”

“Ex-boss. I aint walking in that office ever again.” Sobs Sooyoung while being guided by Yeri.

“Oh no… What did he do…”

“He tried to rape me Yeri.”

Yeri could swear she is going to punch a wall. She feels as anger grows inside of her and she feels like both crying and go look for the guy who did this to her other half.

“Soo…young.” Yeri finds her words terribly hard. “I cant believe this..” and she falls into Sooyoung arms, hugging around her small waistline. Sooyoung pats her head and they both start crying under the dark sky filled with stars.

 ---

It is the next day and Irene shows no sign of being calm, standing in front of all the girls, after Sooyoung told them what happened.

“Where does he live???”

“IRENE!!”

“What?? HE needs to pay!”

“And what? You will go and fight him with your pilates movements??” replies Seulgi, making Wendy burst a small laugh.

“Hey.. I think the best way to deal with this is calling the police, right?” says Yeri. “This was almost harassment!”

“ALMOST, Yeri. The police cant do anything if it DIDN’T ACTUALLY HAPPEN and if Sooyoung has no sign of harassment on her body like bruises, hickeys, blood, cum.”

“I do have some bruises from when I fell on my knees…” says Sooyoung looking to the ground like being embarrassed to talk about what happened.

“Doesn’t prove anything!” screams Irene, being on the verge of giving up. She cant take stressful situations for shit.

“Ok ok ok. I see all of us are stressed here so what about: Sooyoung, you give your resignation throught email to the main CEO of your company so that you don’t have to go there and give it yourself and encounter the bastard. Next step, buy you a new phone.” Says Wendy.

“With what money…” replies Sooyoung demolished by the thought that she is now jobless.

“We will help you sweetie!” says Seulgi while kneeling in front of Sooyoung and massaging on her knee like a mother reassuring her daughter.

“I cant girls- I cant let you do this for me… I need a new job.”

“I think I can solve this…” says Yeri.

“Wait? What? How? I thought your company doesn’t accept any new models?” says Irene.

“Not me… I got a.. well… friend who can help you.”

“Friend??” gasps Wendy.

“The guy.. The guy I went out with last night.”

Wendy swears she choked while hearing about him.

“The photographer huh?” she says.

“Yes! Him.”

“Wait what- What guy?” says Sooyoung more confused then ever, until she realizes the male voice she heard last night through Yeri’s phone.

“He is a photographer for my company and for another company aswell. He also said  his other company are looking for more models since they are at the beginning and she asked me if I know any girls willing to do this and guess what-“

“No.” says Sooyoung all of the sudden.

“What??!!” screams Irene. “ Are you crazy Sooyoung??!! This is the best opportunity ever given to you!”

“No… I don’t want the mercy of your boyfriend, Yeri.” And with this, she leaves the room leaving only silence between the girls.

“H-he is n-not my boyfriend.” Stutters Yeri, trying to catch Sooyoung not to leave the house.

“You said y’all went out huh? Wasn’t it like a “date”?”

“I mean… It was but Sooyoung… He’s not my boyfriend, actually, I don’t think we have much in common, I don’t know.” Says Yeri trying to find her right words with her clearly jealous “friend”.

“Problems in paradise…” whispers Irene.

“Irene!!!” screams Seulgi.

Irene is now smirking while leaning on the wall. Seulgi swears sometimes she wants to rip that cocky smile off Irene’s face. She thinks too much. Her mind always “overthinks”. Irene thinks Sooyoung likes Yeri, but Seulgi denies this.

Sooyoung is now back in the room with the girls, sitting next to Yeri who is hugging her, to soften down the panicked friend and try to convince her.

“Sooyoung.” Says Wendy while biting her lip, not knowing if what she s about to say will affect her future… “I think you should accept working for Yeri’s… um.. friend.”

“Yees! See, all of us encourage you, Sooyoungie! Come oon! He is soo nice, you have nothing to worry about! I also heard one of his models is the Instagram Model Seo Soojin!” reassures Yeri excitedly.

“WAIT FOR REAL?” gasps Seulgi.

“Oh my god Seulgi, your crush is showing off…” sighs Irene.

“SHUT UP! You know I love Soojin, I follow her since she started her career!”

“Why don’t u marry her then…” says Irene sassily while looking at her nails.

“Irene… fine, I will shut up…” pouts sadly Seulgi and looks to the ground.

Irene smirks again. Knowing that Seulgi wouldn’t do anything over the power of her word. She basically has Seulgi at her little finger… and she loves it.

---

It’s been a day. The girls spent it all together, watching 2 romantic movies at which Irene wanted to puke 5 times and Wendy didn’t pay any attention. They cooked together, played video games and had silly conversations. Nothing unusual.

Yeri is now alone, on the hallway, calling her photographer friend.

…

“Hello. Hi Yuta, it’s me, Yerimmie.”

“Of course, you don’t need to say who you are you know? It says when you call” says Yuta sarcastically, while letting out a small laugh.

Yeri seemed unphased but she left out a small laugh for the situation to not be awkward.

“So, you told me about your other company and that you are looking for new models?”

The conversation goes on, Yeri basically begging for him to take her bestie, Sooyoung, as a model at that company. They both come to the agreement that Sooyoung needs to come to an interview with him and his friends, the ones that basically run the entire company. He reassures Yeri that they are a trustable company, after Yeri summed up to him what happened to Sooyoung last night with her alleged “boss”.

Wendy listened to the entire conversation. ‘Yuta.. this sure is an unusual name… just as beautiful as the man who owns it…’. Wendy caught herself thinking about him again. This is bad Wendy. BAD BAD BAD.

---

The following day, Sooyoung is more nervous than ever. She just sent her resignation through email to her CEO and she is waiting for an answer while she is getting ready for the job interview Yeri arranged for her. Sadly, Yeri wasn’t available today to come with her, since she had work to do, a runway most exactly, very important and couldn’t miss it. Irene refused to come because she “had better stuff to do”, Seulgi cried about how she has too many photos to edit and the only one left was… Wendy.

“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea…” stutters Wendy knowing that if she goes there, she will see Yuta.

“Comee onn!! Why not! You re the only friend I have left who doesn’t have work to do today. Please!”

“H-how do you know I aint got work t-to do..?”

“YOU DON’T WENDY!! You just said yesterday ‘Oh man, I cant wait for tomorrow to come since I have nothing to do but to laze around’.”

“Oh my god…” Wendy facepalms herself. “You really pay a lot of attention to what I say don’t you…”

“Yes. Now get ready. Dress up formally since not only me, but my bestie has to make a good impression too.”

“Whatever.. all im gona do was cheer cringely for you anyway….”

Still, she knew she will meet him. She had to look good, at least decent.

Wendy decides to go for a green, college-like sweater with a pair of skinny black jeans that complimented her legs like no other, some black knee-high boots and a leather jacket.

Sooyoung was wearing her hair in a ponytail, dressed in a flowy dress, Balenciaga Triple S shoes and a Balenciaga jacket.

They soon leave Sooyoung’ s apartment and they get In her car where she starts blabbering about how nervous she is. Wendy couldn’t help but not focus on what she was saying. She was nervous. She was just as nervous as her best-friend. Maybe even more. ‘No wrong move, Wendy.’ ‘Don’t look at him, Wendy’ ‘Don’t faint, Wendy’. It is BAD BAD BAD.

There they are. In a huge, 45 storey building, all glass everywhere and the most futuristic furniture. Dinamic walls that imitate a waterfall are welcoming the girls at the entrance desk, where an inasanely gorgeous woman in a suit waits for them with a big smile.

“Hello, ladies.”

“Uhm, hello m’am.” Says Sooyoung. “My name is Sooyoung”

Wendy hits her with her shoulder.

“Park Sooyoung” she adds.

“Oh, yes, that’s right! You ve got an interview in 5 minutes, right?”

“Yes! She,, she is my friend, Wendy. She came to support me, is it ok is she comes with me.. please?” pleads Sooyoung with her puppy eyes.

“Yes, of course. All of us need a back-up friend, an interview can be very stressful! Floor 35, Room 102. You have a changing room right next to it. You have the outfit you need to wear waiting for you there. Here is the key to the locker. Good luck!”

She sounded like a little machine at this point, together with her robotic smile. This made Sooyoung even more nervous. In the elevator, Wendy is adjusting her hair.

“Why are you even prepping yourself so much? Its not like you are the one being interviewed…”

“You said it yourself. In order to make a good impression, you need your friend to look just as good as you.” Says Wendy cockily.

“Ugh…” sighs Sooyoung as they get out of the elevator.

Everything is set and done. Sooyoung has changed into the interview outfit which was way less revealing than the one she had to wear for the previous interview for the other company. She felt relieved. This meant they are not some creeps like Yuk Hei. Wendy reassures Sooyoung by telling her she is gorgeous and that she will do well. She combed Sooyoung’s stunning slightly curled hair and now she looks like a princess. She is ready. But, is Wendy ready for what’s about to come?

 “Hello.” Bows Sooyoung politely as she shyly enters Room 102.

She is greeted by 3 of the most beautiful males in the world. Sooyoung is feeling it again. She will stand in front of 3 males. 3 insanely gorgeous males. They looked like models for the biggest modelling company. She couldn’t believe her eyes that they were just some CEOs.

She is followed by Wendy who refuses to look at the table where the 3 men where standing. She greets them with a small bow and stands next to Sooyoung as she is introducing her as her friend and asks for permission if she can stay during the interview.

“Of course.”

She heard this voice, this so familiar voice. She finally gains courage and looks up at the table. There he was, the man she has been dreaming for 3 days now. The “forbidden” temptation. He had his hair pushed back now. His blonde hair was now sleeked back, leaving sight to his forehead. He was wearing a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, showing off his expensive Rollex. His accompanied friends weren’t any lower than him.

“You can take a seat next to us” kindly but intimidatingly  says one of the others. “ My name is Dong Sicheng and I am the CEO of this company. I want to welcome you here first, and wish you luck. I wont be talking during this interview, I will let my mates do this.”

The CEO was definitely something else. A slender man, but very good-looking. All dressed in a black suit and a red tie. His auburn hair looked insanely sharp, as it was styled with care like it was the creation of God. He sure was intimidating. Standing there, not saying a word but analyzing every move with the attention of a tiger aiming for it’s prey.

“My name is Kim Doyoung. You may introduce yourself” said the last man of the 3.

She recognized him. Sooyoung. Sooyoung knew him. It was him. The man that saved her in the subway. The insanely kind and amazing guy that offered his phone to her. The tall and handsome male was looking at Sooyoung like he knew her. He recognized the girl and gave her a reassuring smile. She could read a warm “everything will be alright!” on his face, just like two nights ago. He looked just as sleek as that night. Suit, pushed back hair with a sense of gel in it.

Wendy quietly sat on the other side of their table, next to Doyoung, so that she wont have to sit next to Yuta. She felt followed. She didn’t know why but she had the impression he was looking at her. Even if she knew, its all in her panicked head. The males smelled absolutely heavenly. She felt like she was sitting among the angels.

Sooyoung was doing so well, she was showing off her amazing body in the most sensual ways and the males seemed to show now sign of “perversion” at her presentation. They seemed formal and professional. This boosted Sooyoung’s confidence even more, knowing she is not showing herself off to some “preditors”. Wendy smiled to Sooyoung the entire time, but she couldn’t help not stare at Yuta while he was focused on studying Sooyoung. Wendy analysed Yuta like the most surreal painting you find in a museum, trying to uncover his secrets. She wanted to know more. She wanted to know him. She needed to approach Yuta. But no. This is BAD BAD BAD.

Sooyoung was now done and the males sent her to the changing room to put back her casual clothes. Wendy was left alone with them. She felt like the minutes became hours. She was sweating so bad and the silence was a killer. Until one of them broke it and said “What do you think?”.

“Isnt it weird for us to talk about this next to her friend?” said the CEO, Sicheng, nonchalantly, like Wendy couldn’t hear them just perfectly.

“Don’t mind me… I can leav-“

“No, theres no problem.” Stopped Yuta.

She swore her heart fell to the ground and came back to her chest. It meant nothing to him, he was just being nice and a professional man, but yet, in her hopeful mind, she hoped that maybe he found the slightest interest in her.

The males were filling the room with their deep, rough voices as they were talking about Sooyoung. In the end, they decided to accept her. Wendy jumped off her seat unconscioudly and screamed a small “YES!”.

The males were staring at her blankly. Except for Yuta, who started smiling and broke the silence with a small laugh.

“You must be really happy for your best friend. Especially after what I heard happened to her. I am so sorry.” He said.

That was it. She felt like there was only him and her right now.

“Y-yes. She suffered a lot. You guys gave her a chance to be happy again and gain her own money, she is a very hard-working person, don’t worry about it!” added Wendy, trying to be as serious as she could.

Sooyoung entered the room and Wendy could read on her face that she was extremely anxious and nervous. She ran to hug her. This made Doyoung and Yuta smile a little. Sicheng looked at them and rolled his eyes. The man for sure was the most professional here and he was very stiff. He announced Sooyoung that she was accepted, gave her a timetable, a key to her new private locker and changing room and a list with all the phone numbers and the names of them and the models of their company. Wendy’s eyes widened when she saw Yuta’s number on that paper. But, she would never have the courage to ever use it… Would she?

Right after saying goodbye to them and before leaving, Yuta calls for Wendy.

“Hey, I just wanted to know, are you by any chance the girl that was at Yerim’s apartment when I came to take her? You seem familiar, that’s why.” Said Yuta while gathering the scattered papers from the desk.

“Yes. Its me. I also recognized you.” Says Wendy slightly awkwardly.

“Ah, that’s nice. So if im friends with Yeri, I guess we can be too… or?”

Wendy swore she felt like she was just asked to prom in the 7th grade by the cutest guy in the class. But they were two grown up adults. Yet he made her feel so comfortable, so childish around him.

She rushes a “Yes, yes! Of course!”.

“That is great” he shows a sweet smile. So sweet she feels her feet melt. His whole face took another meaning when he smiled. “Ask Yeri or Sooyoung for my number, if you ever need anything or just want to… you know, see eachtoher at a coffee or something.”

“Ah. Yes, sure!” she couldn’t think of anything smart to say. She was brainwashed.

They were now in Sooyoung’s car, on their way to Seulgi’s place where they all were planning to see eachother and celebrate Sooyoung’s new job. Wendy was looking on the window the whole way home. She was smiling. She was happy. She was feeling for this man something she hasn’t ever felt before for a man, and she had many meaningful relationships throughout her life. But never has she dreamt at a man the way she keeps thinking at this one. Next step: she had to know what Yerim truly feels for this man! She had to know if she has to erase him forever from her memory or if maybe she has a chance.

They got to Seulgi’s place where they were greeted with arms opened by all the girls. Even Irene seemed truly happy, she had a wide smile that the girls haven’t seen in so long.

“Soooo… HOW DO WE PARTY TONIGHTT??!!” jumps Yeri excitedly.

“Why don’t we go to the club?” proposes Seulgi. “I don’t really want to clean up over a party that we would hold at my place”.

“I would help you…” mumbles Irene.

“Shuut up! I want in a club!” protests Seulgi who seemed like a child who wants candies.

“I am alright with this!” says Wendy while staying on her phone, looking for clubs.

They all agreed in the end, more or less they had to drag Irene there. They were all getting ready and Yerim was in the bathroom doing her make-up since the whole bedroom was packed with the other girls. Wendy saw the perfect oprtunity. Now it’s the time. Now or never.

“Yerimie…” says Wendy shyly cracking the bathroom door open to make sure she wasn’t gona walk on to Yeri being naked or something.

“Yes, Wendy?”

“Hey…” she scratched the back of her neck. “You know… just a question…”

“Sure, what is it” says Yeri nonchalantly while applying lip gloss.

“I just wanted to ask you, you know, just from pure curiosity. How was that date with… what was his name..” she pretended to forget the name she has been having in mind all the time.

“Yuta. It was… nice I guess.”

“You guess?” she felt her heart skipping.

“Yeah. The guy is ok, very charming, handsome, well mannered, a real gentleman. But I don’t really wanna mess into a relationship with my photographer. It would be slightly weird and if we ever get to break up, I could never pose for him again, it would be awkward.”

“I see…”

“So yeah. But I am interested in keeping to see him. You know, as friends I guess. I don’t really know what else to say about him.”

“Aha… Alright then, I was thinking to take a shower before leaving, are you done with your make-up?”

“Yes, just now. You can have fun in the shower.” Says Yeri while smirking and patting Wendy on the shoulder.

This is exactly what she needed to do. Relax herself, make her lose her mind for a moment. She could lose her mind but he would still not leave it. Wendy enters the shower and pleases herself thinking about him, hoping that he does the same.

 The girls are now all prepped and ready to go hit the biggest club in Seoul, Octagon. Any male that would see them now, would feel their boner kicking in. Five insanely hot girls, all dressed in leather skirts, dressed or pants, crop tops and high heels being the main star of their outfits. They looked like they were heading out for Seoul Fashion Week, not for a club night. 

Little did they know was that tonight was about to be a night to remember, forever…

[girlwithglasses1245]

Um so yeah.

I got a new chromebook which is legit one of the best investments I’ve made in quite a while. One problem, I don’t remember my newer tumblr password and email I had set up for my happy new account. So I am stuck here with an older tumblr I made years upon years ago. I was browsing through some of the archive posts and ugh was I whiny little pain in the butt complaining about such stupid things. Anyways! I thought it might be kinda fun perhaps to do a survey that I did in 2013, yes 2013 oh my that seems ages ago. My plan is to have my original answer on top followed by the 2019 answer below it. Because why not? Here we go!

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? The closet must be closed! Still closed please.

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Sometimes. Not as often as I used, because I honestly don’t ever use it. lol

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Out? In because that’s how Dan likes it. 

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No. Nope. 

5: Do you like to use post-it notes? Sometimes. Sure, I leave Dan random notes in the morning if I wake up first. 

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I get coupons but sometimes I don't use them. Haha my above answer tells me two things I wasn’t worried about money in 2013 and I didn’t probably understand the question. So yeah, sometimes that will happen when they expire before I get the chance to use them.

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? Neither sound great so I guess a big bear sounds more interesting. I’ll agree with my 2013 answer. 

8: Do you have freckles? I have some. Last I checked I am the same girl, so I have some. 

9: Do you always smile for pictures? Usually. Sure, unless I am being told otherwise. 

10: What is your biggest pet peeve? I have two major ones, people snapping gum and not messaging someone back. Snapping gum is still up there and people slurping soup obnoxiously. 

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk? Not really. Um not physically, but my phone does. Thanks Google Fit!

12: Have you ever peed in the woods? Nope. Still no.

13: What about pooped in the woods? Again nope. Still no lol.

14: Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? Yeah. Of course!

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils? Not usually, but sometimes I'll chew on a pen. Still sometimes I will chew a pen. 

16: How many people have you slept with this week? Zero. One.

17: What size is your bed? Queen. Queen, but now I share it with Dan. 

18: What is your Song of the week? Runaway- iio. Goodness I have no idea. 

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink? Yeah.  Since when are certain colors unacceptable for certain people? I like that answer. Good job 2013 Christina. :)

20: Do you still watch cartoons? I don’t really watch a lot of TV. Nope. 

21: Whats your least favorite movie? I am not really big on the Hunger Games. Still accurate or scary movies would be an accurate answer. 

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? Wait…why would I want to bury hidden treasure. Dan’s safe?

23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size? 34 B 32-34 B depends on the bra. lol

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Plain or honey mustard. I like those previous answers, but I do sometimes like BBQ. 

25: What is your favorite food? Some type of chicken with a bread coating. Chicken and dumplings from Cracker Barrel with carrots and green beans! 

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love? Love and Other Drugs, Crazy Stupid Love, Easy A, Something Borrowed. So chick flicks I guess. Crazy Stupid Love is still in my top favorite movies ever. 

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you? Jeffrey. Eww I am sorry 2013 Christina that sucks. Anyways, Dan!

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout? I was girl scout back in the day. Still a true statement. 

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Eh I don't know. I am no model, so no.  30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? On paper?  A while ago. I write Dan little notes in the mornings sometimes. Does that count? 31: Can you change the oil on a car? Nope. Still nope.  32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket? Surprisingly no. Warning, yes. lol 33: Ever ran out of gas? Close, but no. Nope!

34: Favorite kind of sandwich? Turkey and swiss with spinach toasted.  Grilled cheese!

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast? French Toast or Waffles. French Toast sounds lovely. 

36: What is your usual bedtime? Unpredictable. Still accurate, but now it depends on if Dan is around or not.  37: Are you lazy? More than some would think. I can be.  38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? I don’t even know. Probably a princess.  39: What is your Chinese astrological sign? I believe I am a sheep. Correct.  40: Are you horny? No. Not really.  41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions? No. Yep, Cosmo. And it’s annoying they send out the following month way too early all the time.  42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs? I could care less. Still true. 

43: Are you stubborn? I some ways. Kinda.  44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman? Letterman. Still true hence why Letterman is still on the air? 45: Ever watch soap operas? Sometimes Spanish ones with Rach and her roommates. Nope. 46: Are you afraid of heights? Not as much. What kinda of answer was that back then? lol. Anyways, no height fear really.    47: Do you sing in the car? All the time. Duh, gotta keep it fun.  48: Do you sing in the shower? Not really. I hum though. Still true.  49: Do you dance in the car? Yeah. That’s probably not safe… Hahaha still guilty of that.  50: Ever used a gun? Nope, I want to do it sometime though just to say I shot a gun. Hahaha 2013 would never have thought I’d say I am pretty fucking accurate with an AR-15.  51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Does summer count? Jen took my picture. Christmas of 2015 lol. 52: Do you think musicals are cheesy? Some can be. Usually.  53: Is Christmas stressful? Not really, but this year I’ll be working the holiday season so we shall reassess. Nope. I love Christmas.  54: Ever eat a pierogi? Had to look that up.  Yes, I have I think my friend Elly introduced me to them. Yeah, not my type of thing.  55: Favorite type of fruit pie? Cherry or Dutch Apple.  56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Teacher. I don’t know anymore and I am 27. Oops.  57: Do you believe in ghosts? Eh debatable. Sure. 58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Many times. I had one just the other day. Yeah I had one the other day. Wait that’s funny that was my reply before.  59: Take a vitamin daily? I take multivitamins. I still do, but currently out. lol 60: Wear slippers? Nah. Barefoot is preferred.  61: Wear a bath robe? Rarely. Unless I am super cold. Nah. 62: What do you wear to bed? Yoga pants and a t-shirt. T-shirt and panties. lol 63: First concert? Paramore. Still true. 

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target, but Wal-Mart is closer. Target.  65: Nike or Adidas? I don’t care. Under Amour? 66: Cheetos Or Fritos? Eh…neither. Haha still good answer.  67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Sunflower seeds since I can’t do peanuts. Neither. 

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? No? What? 69: Ever take dance lessons? I did a few times. Did I? Hmm sure okay. I did in the past.  70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Lawyer. Business owner.

71: Can you curl your tongue? Yes. Yep! 72: Ever won a spelling bee? Never participated. Nope I am not very good at spelling complicated stuff.  73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy? It has happened on occasion. Sure. 74: Own any record albums? No. Nope. 75: Own a record player? No. Nope. 76: Regularly burn incense? No. Nope. 77: Ever been in love? Yes. Yes.  78: Who would you like to see in concert? Matchbox Twenty, Google Dolls, Drake, Justin Timberlake, The Weekend, Linkin Park, The XX, and many more. I know weird mix there. Drake? 79: What was the last concert you saw? Grad night, Paramore. Same.  80: Hot tea or cold tea? I prefer cold tea. Ice tea!  81: Tea or coffee? Coffee, but I do like tea on occasion. Coffee 99% of the time.  82: Sugar or snickerdoodles? Yummy both please. Don’t make chose.  83: Can you swim well? Eh debatable. I’ve gotten better. lol 84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes. Yes.  85: Are you patient? Most of the time. 50-50 depends on what.  86: DJ or band, at a wedding? Either would be fine, but a live band would be awesome. DJ, Cheaper, duh lol. 87: Ever won a contest? A few times. Yep! 88: Ever have plastic surgery? I am 22 so no. Nah, I am good.  89: Which are better black or green olives? Eww no thanks. *pukes* No no no. 90: Can you knit or crochet? My mom tried teaching me how to crochet. Still wanting to learn one day either one.  91: Best room for a fireplace? A living room? Still going to go with living room.  92: Do you want to get married? I don’t know anymore, I hope so. I do, lol. 93: If married, how long have you been married? (Not applicable) Same lol 94: Who was your HS crush? Mark fucking Andrew. Ugh that’s still true. But here’s a plot twist though he married someone I know and I see his picture on FB all the time because she posts pictures of them. I am not phased anymore. So victory? For me at least. 95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? No. But I have though before though. Haha apparently.  96: Do you have kids? No. Nope.  97: Do you want kids? I would be ok not having kids for a while. No thanks. 98: Whats your favorite color? Purple! Purple!!! 99: Do you miss anyone right now? Yeah extremely. Yes. 

100. What do you hear right now? My Drake station on Pandora playing a Lil Wayne song. No Limit- G Easy ft Cardi B and A$AP Rocky

[wheres-mulder]

Alien Baby Daddy: Part V

by @haywarde37; Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV

(Author’s Note: this delightful piece was a prompt given by Miss Abbie. It features both Scully and Mulder’s points of view, Scully in the present and Mulder’s as a blast from the past. Also, lesbian aunts at your insistence.)

October 25th, 2003 The kids’ costumes arrive in the mail a day before Beggars Night and Scully goes to great lengths to hide the box from Mulder much to his chagrin. He lives for Halloween and depending on how tonight goes, she’s either going to get laid or ruin their relationship.

She banishes Mulder from the house to buy candy for trick or treaters and dresses the kids in their room. William’s outfit fits and with a few safety pins, so does Rosalind’s but it’s not until Scully knots the ugly ties does everything look perfect.

Her children are mini-Mulders of a bygone age with their tiny, custom suits and fake FBI badges. Even their faces reflect his flirty swagger from the nineties. How many times did he chew his lip like William is doing now? All her son needs is an X-File and a cup of cheap gas station coffee then he’d be Mulder, ready for another foray into the unknown.

She stands up and walks to her closet. In the very back, hidden by scrubs, jeans and all things elastic is another relic of her X-File days, the brown suit that she wore during the Tooms case. It’s the only suit the survived her many wardrobe changes over the years. She tells herself she doesn’t have the heart to throw it away but she knows it’s because Mulder likes it.

Scully slips the suit off the hanger and is struck by how early nineties it is. She wouldn’t be caught wearing it now but on Halloween where ghost, zombies and other spooky things come out to play, she just might make an exception.

When Mulder comes home, she watches him balance bags of candy as he steps out of the car. She’s leaning against the doorframe, waiting for him to notice.

“You know, you could help—” his words die on his tongue when he sees her.

She grins at the way his eyes roam over her body, how his gaze stops at her crucifix necklace on proud display. She licks her lips and juts out the hip her SIG hangs from. “You’re late, Agent Mulder.”

“Late for what, Agent Scully? I thought I didn’t have to go to meetings now that I’m retired.”

When he’s on the porch, she crooks her fingers through his belt loops and tugs him to the door.

“Move it, Mulder. The junior agents are tired of waiting.”

She guides him inside the house and to the playroom. The moment of truth. On the toy filled floor, Rosalind lies on her back, teething on her fake FBI badge. Next to her, William pulls at his tiny dress shoes. Mulder stares at them.

“Scully, what did you do to our children?”

She kisses his neck. “They’re the Bureau’s greatest cryptids.”

“Oh,” he says, getting the reference.

October 31st, 1993 Spooky Mulder is celebrated on Halloween. His fellow agents, who normally avoid him at all costs, surround him to hear stories of aliens and vampires. He’s invited to costume parties where the women dress up as slutty nurses and the men are either werewolves or Dracula but of course, Mulder is far more creative.

Every year he’s a different cryptid. For ninety-one, he was the Loveland Frog, ninety-two, a Reptilian and this year, he’s going as the Flatwoods Monster—an unidentified extraterrestrial being that haunts West Virginia.

He makes the costume with Scully’s help, more specifically, a pleated skirt of hers he stole. For some reason, she borrowed one of his suits last week so he doesn’t feel too bad about wearing it. An eye for an eye. Sort of.

At Mulder’s insistence, they’re going to the party together. Her abduction changed their dynamic. They’re more than partners now, they’re friends and it’s not weird to take a friend to a party. It’s perfectly normal. They might even share a few drinks like friends do and laugh at their coworker’s crappy, unimaginative costumes.

He knocks on her apartment door, smelling like the shot of whiskey he took to calm his nerves before driving here. He hears footsteps, high heeled footsteps and sighs. Clearly, they’re not close enough for her to let loose and dress up for a stupid party.

Mulder sends a quiet prayer to her God to take mercy on him when she opens the door and sees him wearing her skirt with a pair of leggings that might also be be hers too.

“Mulder?”

He starts to explain but stops when he sees what she’s wearing.

His suit.

“What do you think?” She asks shyly. “I’m the greatest cryptid the Bureau has ever known. You.”

October 25th, 2003 “I swear I’m only hard because of that suit and the memory of our first fuck.”

Scully nips his ear and pushes him against the wall. “That’s what I was hoping for, Mulder.”

“Is that why your sister and her wife are here? To watch the kids while we have a quickie in the bathroom?”

“You know Melissa doesn’t think we have enough sex. She was glad to do it.”

Mulder hums and cups her ass. He’s a tactile man, his hands have to be doing something and Scully thanks God that her body is usually that “something.”

She nudges a knee between his legs. “I may be horny but I will not miss Rosalind’s first Trick-or-Treat so get to fucking work, Mulder.”

He kisses her roughly then spins them around so she’s the one pinned to the wall. She growls when he slips his fingers down her pants.

“You don’t even like Halloween, Scully.”

“I promised my mother I’d take pictures.” Fingers brush through her pubic hair and part her lips. “I’ll be quick then.”

“That’s what you said ten years ago and we missed the party.”

October 31st, 1993 Mulder doesn’t mean to kiss her but she’s wearing his clothes and it incites a primal response. His suit is swallowing her whole, so naturally, he should too.

He pulls away with an audible smack and looks down at her flushed face. She stares back at him, her lips red and parted. He’s sure she’s going to punch him once she regains her wits.

But she does something worse, she pulls him in for another kiss and all of the anger and uncertainty from her abduction floods him and he kisses back. Hard.

For Scully, this is not romantic. This a fuck with a man she respects but expects nothing from. For Mulder, this an act of love he’s only recently realized he harbors for his partner. He wants to hold and kiss her tenderly but he doesn’t out of fear he’ll scare her off. He bites back his words of affection as she shoves her hand down his—her?—skirt. He kisses her again. “I’ll be quick. I promise.”

October 25th, 2003 “Fuck!” Scully hisses when Mulder enters her. Her pants are caught around her knees so his thrusts are quick and shallow but Scully’s fine with their situation. The nerve endings at the entrance of her vagina don’t get enough attention. She’s all for cervical orgasms but it’s nice to change things on occasion.

She kneads his ass through the fabric of his jeans, making him buck harder. He hates this position because he can’t feel her the way he wants to and Scully knows that he’ll take her on the floor after she has her orgasm. It’s endearing that he insists on her coming before him if not a little aggravating at times but that’s just Mulder. Endearing and aggravating, a living, breathing contradiction.

One hand palms her breast while the other entertains her clitoris with slow, torturous circles of his thumb. She whines low and deep at the sensation.

“Fuck! Mulder!”

He chuckles and pinches her nipple through her shirt and bra. “You’re lucky I can multitask.”

“You are such an—” she squeezes his ass instead of saying the word and he laughs harder.

“I love your ingenuity, Scully. So creative.”

“Then fuck me like you mean it.” He raises a foot to nudge down her pants, the rubber of his shoe burning against her calf. “In order for me to do that, these have to go.”

“Then yours go too. I don’t need a zipper poking me.”

He complies with a grunt, shoving his jeans down to his ankles then guiding her to lie on the cool linoleum floor. He pulls off her pants completely but leaves her pumps on. She grins.

“What?”

Scully raises a foot and touches his shoulder. “You have a heel fetish.” Eager eyes focus on her slick and swollen sex. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do. You never take my heels off.”

“That’s because they’re too damn complicated and trying to figure them out makes my boner flag.”

Mulder stops the laughter bubbling in her throat with a quick snap of his hips. He gives her no time to adjust, burying himself to the hilt, blurring pain and pleasure in a delightfully torturous mix. Sometimes she wants him to make love to her, slow and sweet but right now, she wants a good, hard fuck, one that leaves her sore in the best way.

“Fuck me, Mulder,” she groans and he does. His thrusts go deep to her cervix, eliciting raw, guttural noises. God, she hopes Missy can’t hear them. She knows she’ll have a post-fucked glow when they leave the bathroom, she doesn’t need her sister to comment on her vocals too.

“Jesus, Scully!” He draws out her name. It’s the closest thing to a prayer he’ll ever mutter. He may believe in aliens, ghosts and monsters but he’s a secular man. Once, he told her God left him when his sister was taken away but Scully thinks that just maybe, God sent her in his stead to look after his precious, erratic soul.

She kisses his neck because she can’t reach his mouth. “I love you, Mulder. You mean the world to me. You and our children.”

“I wish you said that ten years ago. I would have saved us so much trouble by asking you to marry me.”

“You’re not the marrying type, Mulder.” But that’s okay. Marriage is too straitlaced for them—and expensive. Instead of a cupcake dress and matching gold rings, Scully would rather spend their money on diapers and possibly a new vibrator (her old standby broke a month ago). She doesn’t need Father McCue or anyone else to validate what she has with Mulder. Their kids are proof enough they love each other.

She digs her heels into his sacral spine. “We don’t need to get married. Doing this until we’re too old to means more than marriage vows.”

“I can live with that.”

“Good.” She touches his cheek. “Now let yourself go. I want to watch you come.”

His face is beautiful when he reaches orgasm. He bites his lip and closes his eyes, every muscle straining, wound so tightly then suddenly snapping. Warmth spreads inside her as he ejaculates. The sperm won’t have much of a journey to her womb but there will be no egg to fertilize as Rosalind is still nursing. It’ll be at least a year until they can conceive again, but right now, she’s full of life even if she can’t get pregnant.

“Do you need a minute?” She asks when Mulder sags against her.

He rests his chin in her shoulder. “More like five or ten.”

“You get two. We need to clean up and get ready for Trick-or-Treat.”

“You don’t like Halloween,” he reminds her and she slaps his ass in response.

“Get off of me.”

When they leave the bathroom, Melissa is waiting for them in the den, dressed as a witch. Behind her, on the couch, Monica holds both William and Rosalind on her lap. Monica is nonplussed, bored even while Melissa grins.

She brushes flyaway hairs from Scully’s face. “Did you make me another niece or nephew?”

Before Scully can answer, the doorbell rings, heralding the first of the trick-or-treaters. She glares at her then stalks to the door, trying to hide her smile.