#suck an egg you rotten bastard

[murjer]

Meppy Cristmas all! And to all a good night!

Not you tho dad, suck an egg you malicious fuck

[meat--grindr]

Ohh your writing is wonderful... I’ve actually never requested before so I hope get this right but: could I request Billy Lenz x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB if it’s brought up) with Billy sucking on his partner’s fingers and discovering they are really, /really/ into it but also super embarrassed about it? Bastard-ness ensues. Hope this request is ok!

Okay? This is waaay more than okay! I’ve been so excited about this prompt since I received it! I’m so sorry for not getting to it earlier. I hope like six months later is better than never though! I’m also super excited to be your first request! I hope this lives up to your expectations, whatever they may have been!

Just a few general warnings beforehand: Billy is really rough with the reader he uses some extremely degrading language as per the canon (I’ve excluded the term ‘piggy,’ though, because I am NOT A FAN™ of that aspect of his dirty talk.) I want to specifically call to attention the liberal use of the terms ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt.’ The reader is never gendered with personal pronouns, but those words are used in reference to them and their anatomy several times. I am of the opinion that Mr. Lenz would use those terms regardless of what hole he’s using, but if they make you uncomfortable, maybe give this one a miss? Furthermore, I would like to mention that Billy is not a mentally well man (obviously) who has had a rather traumatic past with abuse, both of these are discussed within this fic, so please take care of yourselves and read this work responsibly if you want to read it at all. I don’t want anyone to be hurt by my writing because I didn’t warn them properly.

Also, this is my first time writing for Billy, so please forgive me if it takes a little while for me to get completely used to him. He’s a…unique fella, let’s say.

Editing Ripper’s Note: I was just about to post this when I realized I completely misread the prompt! I read it as the reader is really into sucking on Billy’s fingers, not the other way ‘round! I’ve been looking at this prompt, literally since December and still never caught on. I feel like a total idiot. I’m really sorry about that. I’ve decided to post this anyway because A) the kink is still there in the fic, just not exactly as requested, and B) I had already finished it by the time I noticed my mistake. So much time has passed and if the original requester is still keeping tabs on this blog, I don’t want to make them wait any longer. That being said, if you’d like me to write your request properly, please send me a message and I will do my best!

Mind Your Teeth – Billy Lenz (Gender Neutral* Reader) - NSFW

· Slick with sweat, your chest slides against the surface of your desk with each cruel snap of Billy’s hips. You can feel the laboured heaving of his chest against your back as he struggles for breath. It leaves his lips in ragged, staggering puffs, heavy and hot against your shoulder blade, accompanied every so often by the slick warmth of his saliva as it drips down onto your bare skin.

· Despite his gawky build, he manages to loom over you, folding you nearly in half against the desk. He’s made himself rather comfortable, sprawled over top of you. His chest presses against your back, boney ribs grinding against the knobs of your spine through the stiff, itchy fibers of his jumper. It’s sticking to your skin, soaked through in spots with sweat—yours and his—and you can feel it peeling up from your flesh with every movement he makes.

· He’s got you pinned, holding you down against the smooth wooden surface with little more than his weight. He’s surprisingly heavy, and though he doesn’t look it, Billy is a strong man—he’s more than capable both of lifting you off of the floor and pinning you down to it. He’s strong and his hands are by no means an exception to that rule. Though they may be long and thin, and they tremble whenever they hold you, his grip is nearly unbreakable. His clumsy fingers circle your wrists like iron fetters, dirty fingernails digging into the flesh of your forearms and cutting little crescents into the skin—just deep enough to sting. You can barely move beneath him—can barely breathe—and he knows this. He has you exactly where he wants you and you’re not going anywhere until he decides to let you.

· Another bruising thrust pitches you forward, and your knees bang against the desk drawers. You cry out, though whether it was for the dull ache in your legs or the sudden stab of pleasure between them, even you couldn’t say for certain. Though if there is any concern at all in Billy for your wellbeing, he’s certainly keeping it to himself. Your outburst only seems to egg him on, as his pace begins to take on a more frantic edge.

· His thrusts are shallow as he rocks into you—it’s as though he can’t bare to withdraw from the tight heat of your body for long. Dimly, through the fog of pleasure, you struggle to feel surprised. It’s all about instant gratification with Billy. Always has been—why should he tease himself or draw things out when he could just pry open your willing mouth and drag his cock against your tongue until he cums down your throat? Still, there is a force behind those thrusts—one which throws you up against the lip of the desk hard enough that you’re sure there will be a solid line of bruising along your midsection before the night is through. Every push of those hips shoves you forward a little more, until your head is nearly knocking against the wall and your toes barely touch the ground.

· Your cheek slides against a slick patch of wood and you realize you’ve been drooling across the desktop. The little puddle at the corner of your lips only grows in size as a particularly deep thrust from Billy wrings another string of wrecked whimpers from your throat. You wish you could pull away from the puddle—longing to drag the back of your hand across your cheek and wipe away the slickness, but there’s little you can do about it with Billy still holding your arms hostage. But at the same time, something about it thrills you—to be ruined like this—held still, unable to so anything but whimper, and drool, and take what you’re given. It’s…liberating.

· “C’mon, little bitch! Take my fat cock! You can t-t-take it better than that! Take it! Take-Take-Take it good for B-B-Billy!” He babbles into your shoulder, chapped lips scraping against your shoulder as he mouths at your flushed skin. His tongue flickers out, dragging a wet stripe against your skin, scorching hot, then suddenly too cool as it begins to dry in the open air.

· “Such a pretty pusssssy,” He slurs, “Pretty, pretty pusssssy. Gonna fill it up—gonna fill it with my fat ffffffucking cock!”

· You feel him jerk behind you, his muscles going taught as a violent spasm rolls through his body. When he speaks again, the voice that comes is not his own—it’s deeper, rumbling down in his chest, belonging to a man much larger than he, “Why I outta beat that boy! Beat him up good! Beat Billy bad! Beat him good! Beat him up, up, up!”

· His hips still and your heart leaps up into your throat, your pulse pounding hard in the tight space. This can’t be good. You squirm beneath him, trying and failing to turn your head. Your eyes roll wild in their sockets, desperate to get a good look at Billy, but he remains a shadow at the edge of your vision. You remember this voice. He had so many it was difficult to keep track of them sometimes—he’d mimic almost anything he heard; the children from down the road calling to one another while they played, the weatherman making predictions on the radio, even the neighbour’s cat. It was easy to forget which voices and phrases came from where once he’d picked them up and used them enough. But this is one that predates you, and you recognize it with a chilling clarity—the father’s voice: always angry, often violent.

· It frightens you when Billy uses it, though not because of the threat Billy poses to you. Of course, you know to tread carefully when he's in one of his moods—you’ve seen first hand the destruction wrought when his directionless frustration is given direction. But, you know this voice is a far more likely indicator that Billy is an imminent threat to himself. You’ve seen him pacing the floor like a caged animal, trembling hands beating about his head, tearing at his clothes and hair as he works through the frenzy, all the while babbling to himself in that deep, rumbling voice: “Rotten boy! Teach you a fucking lesson! Beat Billy! Bad Billy! Bad, Bad, Bad!” He's blackened his eyes, split his lips and knuckles, shattered countless plates and cut his hands on the shards. He loses himself in that voice, and that scares you.

· ‘Losing himself,’ that’s what you’ve come to call these episodes—those moments when his excitement and boundless energy curdle, souring into anxiety and agitation so quickly it makes you head spin. And in this moment, he’s displaying all the tell-tale sighs you’ve come to recognize—the full-body tremors, the angry voices, self-directed violence—mere threats or otherwise…

· No, this is not good. Of course, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him do this, and you’re sure it would not be the last, but he’s never done it while you were…playing before. And that worries you. You’re both vulnerable, half-undressed and bent over a desk. Even worse, he was behind you. You’d learned very quickly never to let him out of your sight when he got like this. He was unpredictable—prone to lashing out whether he meant to or not. But he wasn’t beyond helping. If you could just turn your head and look at him—make him see you, help him to ground himself like you practiced, you might be able to talk him down, or at least ease him through the worst of it. Maybe. If you could only get a look at him.

· You flounder for your voice and struggle to keep it steady once you find it, “Hey, B-Billy? Billy, baby, you’re okay, right?” It’s an innocent question you usually begin with when he gets like this. Sometimes he’s too worked up to even begin to answer you, sometimes he tries so damn hard to answer, but can’t—not in a way you could really understand anyhow—and sometimes you can talk it through with him. Every time you try, the reaction is different. You can only cross your fingers and pray for a positive outcome.

· This time, he coughs. It’s a horrible, a horrible, racking sound that echoes in his chest—it’s almost closer to a scream than anything else. Another spasm jitters through him, the joint in his neck snapping loud in the darkness. You feel his forehead collide with your shoulder once, twice, then he stills. His flesh is clammy against yours, and the gentle brush of his hair makes your skin prickle, but he seems calmer. He barks a laugh—his own this time—and nuzzles against your back, smearing your skin with sweat and saliva. “Fuck!” He says, as though that explains everything.

· “Billy? Are you…alright?”

· He chirps like bird, three short bursts of whistling he’d picked up last spring when a robin mad made a nest on your windowsill, “Right as rain, rain, rain!”

· You’re left with a heady rush of confusion and relief as you realize he must have pulled himself out of the hole he’d almost fallen into. A little flicker of pride sparks to life in your chest. He’s come so far.

· Your concern melts away once again into pleasure as Billy jerks his hips. Keening high in the back of his throat, he fucks himself deeper into you. He drags his cock out slow, sounding for all the world as though he’d forgotten just how good it felt to fuck you—as though he hadn’t been doing just that not sixty seconds ago. He scrapes his teeth against your shoulder, the promise of a bite that will surely come and mark you for days. His fingers flex around your wrists, blunt nails biting deeper into your flesh as he falls back into that brutal rhythm.

· Your legs begin to shake as Billy’s cock bumps up against something a bit more sensitive inside of you. Your breath fogs against the surface of the desk as it heaves from your lungs, a thin mist that barely has the time to fade before the next heavy puff of air replaces it. You find yourself struggling to swallow the moans Billy’s working so hard to pull from you. You know how much he likes to hear you—how wild it makes him—and you know there’s no real need to be quiet, not with the dorm cleared out for the long weekend. Still, something—be it a force of habit from living in close quarters with thin walls, or simply your own embarrassment—keeps you quiet.

· “Fiiiilthy whore!” A growl, caught low in his throat, tears through the air between you, “Pretty pussy! Want it full! My cock, my cum…gonna fill it full!” Never at a loss for a string of vulgarities, Billy mumbles against your skin, his words slurring into one another until you can barely decipher one though from the other.

· “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” Billy jerks his hips forward, and for the first time this evening, you feel the full length of his cock stretching you out. You jerk beneath him, mewling into the desktop, squirming about as you try desperately to relax around him. You’re so full—so full you can barely breathe, but it feels so good. Your muscles contract around him, unbidden, throbbing with the sudden stretch. It makes him shudder and sigh above you, a wavering rush of air than hisses out between his teeth.

· He holds you there for a moment, trembling almost as much as you are, “Tight fffucking cunt, so fucking tiiight for Billy!” His hips stutter forward in time with his ragged breathing. Desperately, he tries to fuck himself deeper into you, even though he can’t—he’s already buried to the hilt, his hips tucked snugly against your ass. But he gives it the old college try anyhow. He begins to babble nonsensically against your neck, “Ruin it, ruin it! Never take another cock! Full, full, full! I left it in the kitchen, Jan! Not after Billy’s! A low pressure system moving in and—fuck you full, fuck you full, full, full!”

· The tops of his thighs quiver as he grinds into you, and as he shifts, the head of his cock presses against something. For a moment, your vision goes white. Your legs seem to fall away beneath you, your knees drifting south as the pleasure carries away their ability to hold you upright any longer. If it weren’t for the desk, you probably would have slid down into a boneless heap on the floor.

· You gasp, mouth gaping wide, pulling in a great, deep lungful of air. To call his name? To beg him for more? To put wordless voice to your pleasure? You aren’t sure. There is little room in your brain for thought beyond the need for more. Mercifully, Billy saves you from the struggle before you can waste too much energy on it.

· Almost as soon as he realizes your mouth is open, Billy shoves his fingers into your mouth. Two boney digits slide against your tongue, pressing and prodding against the slick muscle. The taste of dust and salt floods your mouth with the intrusion. You wrinkle your nose, and try to pull your head back, but Billy leans down into you, pressing you down further beneath his weight, grinding your ribs into the desktop.

· “No, no, no,” He chides, voice soft and light—almost cheerful. He spreads his fingers apart, rubbing over the hard bumps of your bottom teeth with a tenderness you rarely see in him. “Gotta make room,” His voice rumbles through you as he presses his lips against your flesh, “Gotta stretch it out for Billy, or he won’t fit!”

· He nuzzles his cheek against your shoulder, still rocking his hips into you, pressing against that spot that makes your brain fill with television static, “Billy’s gonna fuck your throat once he’s filled that pretty pussy!”

· Your lips are pulled taught as his fingers press against the walls of your mouth, testing its limits. “Soft and warm! Wanna fuck it! Fuck it deep!”

· His hips buck hard, shoving you another inch toward the wall. You can feel yourself drooling around his fingers—your saliva dripping down your chin in great rivulets and collecting beneath your cheek.

· His knuckles bump against the roof of your mouth as the pads of his fingers find the back of your tongue. You gag around them, struggling to breathe, but Billy just laughs and presses down harder.

· “Again,” His voice comes out in a ragged puff of breath, half-whisper, half-growl, rough as rock salt, “Pussy gets tight when it chokes.”

· You try to suck in a shocked breath, but you can’t manage it around his fingers. Your throat convulses around him as you struggle to breathe.

· You feel his cock pulse inside of you and he groans his pleasure long and low into the darkness, “Yesssss!”

· He rocks into you again, “No one fucks like Billy, huh?” He pulls back, his cock nearly slipping from your body entirely, then he slams his hips home again, “No one fucks you full like Billy can! No one! No one! No one!” The phrase becomes a litany, each sentence punctuated with a bruising snap of his hips. “Know why?” He drags his teeth along the edge of your shoulder blade, “Know why?” You can hear the grin in his voice, wide and sharp, “‘Cuz Billy fills you up from both ends!”

· You sob around Billy’s fingers, your eyes rolling back as he pushes them deeper into your mouth. If he keeps on like this, it won’t be long before you fall apart around him—you want to cum so desperately, you can hardly keep another thought in your brain. Your muscles clench up around him and he laughs, giggling to himself as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. He can feel how close you are.

· His tongue slides against the side of your face, leaving a thick, wet stripe across your cheekbone. His lips scratch rough against your jaw, “Pretty pussy’s gonna cum? Gonna cum all over Billy’s fat fucking cock? Yeah?” His simpering tone makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you nod. Another peal of sick laughter bubbles up in his throat, “You’re gonna cum and Billy’s not even trying! So dirty, dirty, dirty!”

· You whine around his fingers as he babbles on, “Billy could fuck you harder, but he doesn’t need to! Stupid, greedy pussy, silly fucking cunt can cum like this!” His teeth sink into your shoulder and the rest of his diatribe is lost to you. Even so, he continues to mumble filth against the skin caught between his teeth.

· The bite stings, bright and sharp, and you sob around him, clenching your jaw, your teeth digging into his fingers. Billy releases you with a hiss, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. You think for a moment you might have hurt him, but in mere seconds, he’s giggling to himself again. “Sharp, sharp teeth! No good. No, no good. Not for Billy’s cock. Gotta tear them out, make room for Billy!”

· Though you know the threat is mostly empty, the way Billy caresses your molars with the pad of his finger makes you a little nervous. You’re sure if he could get a good grip, he could easily ‘make room,’ and there was probably not much you could do to stop him. But he pulls his fingers back, retreating from the crushing press of your back teeth.

· He presses down against your tongue again, rubbing against the slick muscle fondly. “Need to practice! Greedy cunt needs to learn! Learn to suck Billy’s fat cock properly.” He snaps his hips, as though trying to remind you just how fat it really was—as though there was any change you could forget while it was rearranging your guts for you. “Gonna teach you to take it good!”

· Your eyes roll back at the thought. You can picture yourself kneeling under the desk, Billy draped over the chair, wild hair falling over his eyes as you try to take him all the way down to the base. He’d fuck your throat until your vision goes black, his fingers tangled deep in your hair, nails digging into your scalp. Your own fingers slide desperately between your thighs, chasing your release as he chases his own and god what you wouldn’t give to make the fantasy real—to feel the length of him in your mouth, the rough denim of his pants beneath your hands, the jerk and sting against your scalp as he tugs on your hair. Your cheeks hollow around Billy’s fingers, a pretty whine sitting high in the back of your throat.

· And Billy stops—stops moving, stops talking. He hovers above you, silent and still as a statue, barely breathing. A terrible moment of clarity washes over you and the embarrassment comes rolling in. There you were, still stretched out on Billy’s cock, barely moments away from an orgasm and you were already thinking about another? Were you really that desperate? Your cheeks burn hot against the cool wood of the desktop. Shame licks at the pit of your stomach—it wasn’t unlink Billy to think this way, he was always seeking the next shot of pleasure, but it wasn’t like you. As though it wasn’t bad enough to catch yourself thinking that way…for someone else to do it? It was mortifying…and maybe a little exciting too.

· Your stomach flips as Billy shifts behind you, the burgeoning stubble on his jaw scraping across your sensitive skin. Then you feel it, a smile spreading across his face—it’s a grin you’ve come to know well, all teeth and wide enough to make his jaw pop. Even without looking at him, you know you’re fucked.

· All at once, he lurches to life again, fucking his fingers hard into your mouth, in tandem with the harsh thrusts of his hips. A filthy string of gibberish falls from his lips as he pounds into you, “Greedy! Greedy cunt! Want it in your mouth too? Filthy, greedy fucking whore!”

· You whine, and choke, and sob around Billy’s fingers. Your face is wet with sweat, with spit, with tears, you can’t tell and at this point, you’re far beyond the point of caring. The world has narrowed to a single point between your legs as you teeter on the knife’s edge of your release. You rock your hips back against Billy, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. You’re so, so close, and Billy can feel it too—the way you tighten around him spurring his pace from wild to frantic.

· His voice is broken, his words panted out between jagged breaths and garbled moans, “Gonna be good for Billy? Gonna cum?” His face is buried in the crook of your neck. He giggles against your flesh as he splits you open, slamming into you like it’s the last fuck he’ll ever have. “C’mon, take what Billy gives you! Take it, take it, t—ta—fuuuck!”

· Your hips stutter as your orgasm throbs through you. You scream around his fingers as you cum, your muscles clamping down around Billy so hard he almost has to stop moving, rolling his hips forward quick and shallow. His howl is lost in the sound of blood rushing in your ears, but you can feel it vibrating through his chest, and down into your back. Your fingers scrabble at the wood beneath you, desperate for something to latch onto—to keep you grounded here as the pleasure threatens to carry you away.

· You sob and slump limp against the desk, letting it bear the brunt of your weight. There’s just no strength left in your body anymore. Your hands and feet tingle with the lingering aftershocks of the adrenaline as you begin to come down from your high, and your breath comes hard, as though you’ve run a great distance. Billy’s hips continue to snap against yours, brutal and quick. You sob into his fingers, the as the relentless pleasure sparks through you, nearly painful to your sparking nerves.

· Slowly, as your ears stop ringing, you realize Billy is still talking, babbling away in several voices. “Like your pussy tight like this. Wanna fuck you full while you cum again and again and again and I told you, Jan, I left it in the kitchen! Make you soaked, keep you soaking wet, make you fucking cry! Where is that cat? Where’s that cat? Where’s the…WHERE’S THE BABY, BILLY?! AGNES? WHERE’S AGNES, BILLY?! Beat that kid! Teach him a lesson! BEAT HIM UP GOOD!”

· His left hand shoots up from your arm and wraps around your throat, fingers flexing around your windpipe, not quite squeezing, yet, but the pressure is far from comfortable.

· “T-T-Teach rotten old Billy a lesson.” A spike of fear shoots through you and you choke around his fingers. This seems to bring his mind back, at least in part, to the present, or at least confuse him enough to serve as a distraction—he makes a noise caught between two voices. The fear that courses through you lends new strength to your limbs as you reach up and claw at his fingers.

· As you attempt to pry him lose, his grip only tightens, fingers locking around your windpipe, “Teach that boy a FUCKING lesson!” The knobby joints of his fingers press hard against the pulse in your throat and you’re sure he can feel it hammering beneath your skin. He’s losing himself again, you’re sure.

· But again, this time was different. He hadn’t stopped fucking his cock into you like he had before, and he’d wavered for a moment, when you’d choked on him. There might be something else you could do to help him. Desperate to keep him here with you in the present moment, you flex your tongue against his fingers. His hips stutter and your heart skips a beat in turn. “Filthy fucking c-c-cunt…”

· You bob your head, hollowing your cheeks around his fingers again. C’mon, Billy!

· “F-Fuck!” It’s not quite his voice, but it’s close, perhaps a little higher, a little more strained than usual, but it’s close. “Where’s the baby, Billy? Where’s the…c-c-cat gone to now?” His fingers begin to relax around your throat, but you keep sucking on his fingers, wanting to make sure you’re well and truly out of the woods before you even think about stopping. If this is going to work, you’re going to make damn sure of it.

· “Fucking greedy little cunt!” You could have cried with relief at the sound of his voice—his real voice. You hum around his fingers, and he laughs, the sound low and rumbly, “Still so fucking eager.” His hips buck forward, pressing deep inside of you. It’s still too much, too soon, and you sob with the overstimulation. The sudden spike of pleasure punches the air from your lungs and shakes your legs from underneath you.

· Billy groans as you pulse around him. “You want Billy to cum? Wand Billy to fucking fill you?” You nod frantically, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he grinds into that spot, filling your vision with white hot splotches of light.

· “Suck his cock, then,” he says, shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth again. He spreads them wide, nearly matching the girth of his cock where it fucks you open. Billy jitters behind you, chasing his release with quick, cruel thrusts. Impatient as always, he pushes digs his nail into the wall of your cheek, “Fucking suck Billy’s cock!”

· You jerk into motion as though startled from a deep sleep, pressing your head down against his fingers to take them as deep as you could. Your tongue laves against the digits, prodding gently against his scarred knuckles, playing in the space between them.

· Billy throws his head back, moaning to the ceiling long and loud, “Yessss! Good little pet! Pretty, pretty pet! His fingers stroke your throat as though he’s petting a cat, feeling it work up and down as you swallow around him. “Gooood pet! Suck Billy’s cock! Suck his cock! Su—NO!”

· Suddenly, he stops, his fingers stilling. For a moment, you think you’ve done something wrong. Had your teeth caught against him? Had you hurt him? Should you pull back and ask, or carry on? Before you can make a decision one way or another, Billy thrusts his fingers back into your throat, pressing them in as deep as he could. His knuckles bump against your back molars as you gag around him, trying desperately to breathe through your nose.

· “Lick Billy’s cunt,” For a moment, you’re still, confusion slicing through the pleasure. Billy tries to press his hand forward, his fingertips brushing against the back of your throat, “Lick it! Lick Billy’s cunt! Lick it! Lick it! Tongue his fffffucking clit!” You think about it for a moment, your exhausted, lust-fogged brain struggling to put two and two together, and then suddenly you think you understand. As gingerly as you can, while Billy continues to rock you forward over the desk, you press your tongue against the soft spot between his knuckles.

· This must have been what he’d wanted because the sound he makes is like nothing you’ve ever heard before—a wail caught somewhere between human and animal. You’ve never heard a human sound like that before. Like so many things about Billy, it’s frightening, and yet it fascinates you, attracts you, arouses you. You press your tongue harder against that spot, and the frantic rocking of his hips picks up again—but this time there’s no rhythm to it. He’s close.

· “Fucking lick Billy’s clit, make him cum! Make him cum in your pretty pussy!” You lap at his flesh with quick, deliberate swipes of your tongue. He howls against your flesh, his forehead thudding against your shoulder heavy and hard. “Fuck, f-f-f-fuck, make Billy fucking cum! Billy’s gonna, he’s-he’s-he’s gonna—!”

· In the moment before he cums everything is calm. He stills, and his voice is soft and steady in your ear; “I’m going to ruin you.”

· Then the world falls back into chaos.

· His whole body shudders above you, a bag of jangling bones he couldn’t keep control of if his life had depended on it. His teeth fix themselves deep into your shoulder, slotting into the indentations they’d left not long before. You cry out around his fingers, sure he’s drawn blood this time. You can see it when you close your eyes, visions of thick red blood splattered against his dark incisors floating against the dark inside of your eyelids.

· He shudders, momentarily stilling, then kicking back into motion, seemingly unable to deicide if he’d rather pound you through his orgasm or remain still, buried to the hilt in your tight heat. You feel the heat of him inside of you pulsing against your walls as he cums. His cheek is pressed tight against your shoulder gibbering a collection nonsensical sounds and snatches of obscenities into your flesh, “Pretty pink cunt! ah, ahhhh, fuuh—fuuuh—fuck! Dripping now! Where did you leave it? Left it fucking dripping!"

· You’re sore beyond belief from the pounding you’ve taken, but there’s still a throbbing want underneath. He’d dragged you most of the way to a second orgasm, now all you needed was a little push. Before you were completely at is mercy, able only to receive the pleasure he decided to give you. But now, your hands were free and with them you could do as you pleased. You wriggle beneath him, slipping your hands down between your thighs.

· Your fingers find their prize, and you sob, your whole body jerking forward. Even though you’d cum mere moments ago, you can’t believe how sensitive you are. You’re on the verge of orgasm almost immediately. You press harder the slide of your fingers aided both Billy’s cum and your own. You shudder, whimpering around his fingers. Your muscles clamp down on him once again, throbbing and pulsing as your orgasm builds.

· He hooks his finger inside of your cheek and pulls, “Wanna cum again. Wanna cum in your mouth,” He pulls harder exposing the sides of your teeth, “Billy wants to feel them! Feel them on his cock! Sharp and hard.” He laughs, “But Billy likes it hard.” The harsh snap of his hips that follows has you seeing spots. He opens his mouth as though to gloat, as you clench around him, he loses his words. Whimpering, soft and broken sounds against your neck, he grinds into you.

· Seconds later, you clamp down around him, a second orgasm shooting through you. The sound he makes as you cum on his oversensitive cock is nothing short of feral. He bucks wildly into you, seeking more of a pleasure that sounds almost painful as he sobs into your shoulder. His cock pulses inside of you again, throbbing as he fucks his cum deeper inside of you, as though intent on giving you more.

· And you’re sure he would. Or he would have, if you hadn’t reached back and pushed against his shoulder. He was insatiable—he’d keep going for hours unless you stop him now.

· He pulls his fingers out first, a pearly string of saliva connecting your lips to his fingertips. You cough, scratchy and wet, but when you speak, there’s no pain. “I…I just need a little break, Bills. Okay?” Your chest is heaving as you struggle for air. Billy hums above you, hesitating for a moment. He’s reluctant to give up the tight heat of your body. But at last, after nearly a full minute of grumbling and mumbling to himself, he pulls out.

· There's a sticky gush of fluids against your thigh as his cum beings to leak out of you. You rest there for a moment, the pair of you breathing hard in the darkness, the comfortable weight of his body pressing down above you, the solid plane of the desktop below. Then all of a sudden, you’re being lifted up. You squeal in shock as your flipped about and placed atop the desk. The surface is still cool against your heated flesh. The difference in temperature is a shock to your system and goosebumps break out across your arms and legs.

· Before you have a moment to process what’s happening, Billy’s head is between your thighs, his tongue lapping at mess he’d made. Your eyes go wide, and you head knocks against a wall as it falls back, “Fuuuuck, Billy!” Your hips cant up against his face, thighs squeezing tight around his ears.

· “Pretty pussy came twice already,” You can feel him smirking against your inner thigh. “Still wants more? Greedy, greedy, greedy.” You catch a glimpse of his eyes, wide and wild, shining in the darkness beneath is tangled hair, “It’s okay, Billy likes you greedy.”

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You're doing prompts! Yesss you have no idea how happy that makes me cause I love you're writing so so so much its so amazing soo yayyyyyy 🥳🥳 can I request prompt 32? Things you said I wouldn't understand. Maybe some wolfstar? I'm just a slut for your fics so I would probably die if you wrote this. Even if you don't that's fine I never wanna pressure you soo yeah love you 💕💕

~Notes: Gorgeous, this message is literally so fucking kind and I am absolutely SOBBING!!!! You are such a fucking gorgeous soul! And this means the galaxy! And I’m sorry! This screams angst, but I had a really really fucking awful day, so I just wanted to escape with some fluff :( But if you want me to redo I promise I will! Or you can send me another prompt and I’ll write angst! I adore you!!!

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Sirius realizes on an ordinary Tuesday morning as he spills the chocolate chips into the batter of the first batch of flapjacks, that he and his husband of over a decade haven’t had a date night for three months.

Three! Ruddy! Months!

THat’s completely not on! especially considering that now that the twins have entered their terrible twos they’ve barely had any energy at all  to go beyond furtive hand jobs and messy kisses in almost just as long. Sirius misses his bloody husband damn it!

“Daddy?” Angelica asks with owlish eyes  from where she and her younger brother, Teddy, are standing on either side of him with their expectant  plates in hand. “You look peaky.”

“Like you’re gonna puke,” Teddy tacks on helpfully, his ordinarily tawny curls  turning a putrid shade of  green just to emphasize his point. And Sirius silently reminds himself to tell Tonks off for teaching his kid such rude gestures once she gets back from her honeymoon with that Muggle bird of hers.

“Oi, you guys are going to make your old man feel like he’s the Hogwarts squid if you keep on.” Sirius tells them with a soft tug on Angelica’s ponytail and a cluck of a tongue directed towards his son.

“You’re father’s probably still just getting use to the time difference after getting back from the states.”

Sirius straightens up— pulse spiking in that way it always has around Remus ever since they had first begun to go out as fifth years— and spots him padding into the kitchen, beautifully sleep rumpled and cradling a babbling Maeve in one arm, while her twin, Matthew, toddles along side them with a meaty thumb in his mouth. Though he immediately begins sprinting towards Sirius once realizing that he’s finally home from teaching those Americans the newly enhanced defense tactics that the British Aurors have been utilizing to successful degrees.

“THere’s my Matty,” he crows, lifting him up in the air and blowing a raspberry into his belly while the toddler squawks with glee.

“Daddy home! Daddy! Daddy!”

“And he brings with him enough noise to rival the frog choir,” Remus notes absently.

Sirius waggles his tongue over at him, heart stuttering when he watches the morning sun spilling through the wide partition and unspooling golden in Remus’s hair. “You need it, gorgeous, considering you couldn’t wake up to your own ruddy alarm.”

Remus smiles in that abashed way that’s always been more devious than most give him credit for, “It’s the seventh year Ravenclaws, I think they will actually end up giving me an aneurism with how much extra they write in the essays.”

“Alas, I’m too pretty to be a widow,” Sirius sighs, tossing Matthew up in the air once more and cradling him into  his arm before walking over to Remus and dipping down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve missed you.”

“You could’ve woken me up you know,” Remus mumbles, shifting from foot to foot while sliding Maeve into her high chair. “The moon’s not til tomorrow night.”

Sirius ducks his head, scratching the back of it with appropriate diffidence. “I just didn’t want to disturb you, love.”

Remus doesn’t catch his eye as he begins to walk over to the counter and brings the other portions of the meal to the table, lips pinched and shoulders stiff. “I’m not a total invalid, Sirius. I could welcome my husband home after a week apart.”

“What’s that mean, Tad?” Teddy asks, oblivious to the undercurrent of hurt in his father’s tone and  energetic as always while scrambling into his own seat around the breakfast nook, wide eyes glowing with that easy mirth that Sirius is thankful every day his children can feel without any lingering ghosts. “A, erm— In—valvid."

“It means your Tad’s a bit brassed off at me, Ted.” Sirius answers for him, affecting a light hearted cadence. "And that I better get round to finishing up breakfast or else he’ll give me that stiff upper lip of his.”

Remus pins him with a glare from over his shoulder while Sirius sets Matthew into his own seat besides his sister, but his features are softened and Sirius knows that it means he’s close to being forgiven.

“Daddy can I have blueberries in mine,” Angelica asks as he returns to the oven.

“Course, jellybean,” Sirius answers, adopting the pet name that Hope had called her granddaughter ever since they had brought her back from the hospital eight years ago. Sirius loved it even more once finding out that it was actually a reference to some sort of Muggle treat that Remus use to eat by the handfuls as a lad.

“OmyChocomydadzee,” Ted yells towards them with a wedge of cheese in his mouth before sticking his fork into the plate of sliced fruit so to waggle it in front of a giggling Maeve.

“Sorry, son, I don’t understand trollish. Or is that some sort of highly advanced Metamorphmagus language that your Aunty Dora has been teaching you on the sly that we lowly, ordinary wizards couldn’t possibly understand?”

Teddy rolls his bright eyes with a huff, swallowing down pointedly before speaking again. “Only chocolate in mine, just like Tad!”

“Manners, Ted, remember please and thank yous.” Remus says, long suffering as he eases down into his own seat and sips from the mug of coffee that Sirius had already prepared for him. “Though yes, I’d like mine to be chocolate too, Sirius, if you’re taking orders.”

Sirius grins indulgently at them before peering down to his eldest. “Angie darling, what shall we do with their teeth once they fall out from all that sugar?”

Angelica laughs glowingly, and Sirius brushes back her chestnut bangs with a reverent hand.”The snow warlock outdoors could use it since he’s only got a carrot nose after Matty ate the chocolate frogs we were s’pose to  use for his smile.”

“Brilliant!”

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After they’ve all eaten, Teddy and Angelica race outside to await the Potters amidst shouts of “Shut your trap,” from a peeved off Teddy every time Angelica taunts him over his crush on Effie, and the twins dig into their toy chest in the living room while Sirius and Remus spell away the mess that always ensues after a meal with the Lupin-Blacks.

“Andromeda wants us to bring the Christmas pudding this year,” Remus idly tells Sirius while he enchants the dishes to begin washing themselves with a graceful flick of his wand. Remus ordinarily prefers cleaning them by hand, so Sirius has an inkling that the impending full moon has already  begun aching in his bones. Merlin’s saggy bollocks does he wish this new, experimental potion would just escape the bureaucracy of the Ministry so that the man who is his other half could at least have a small relief.

“Is that along with the wine and fresh cranberry sauce she’s asked for?” Sirius says, saddling up behind Remus, bending slightly so to nuzzle his nose along the hollow of his long neck.

“Mmm, she thought you might say that, and wanted to kindly remind you that she carried a set of twins for us when she was forty even though we promised that Ted would be the last sprog.”

“Pff, as if I’d let potter outdo us.”

“We definitely didn’t let that happen,” Remus snorts. “The twins and Pip will surely be the next generation Marauders, God save Minerva.”

“Exactly!” Sirius sneers, locking his arms around Remus’s torso. “Besides ’s not like it’s our fault Meda’s bloody eggs decided on a two for one deal.”

Remus stifles a laugh, leaning back into the embrace and setting his hand over Sirius’s where he’s begun thumbing small circles against his abdomen. “Yes, well if you’d like to have that argument with her?”

“Oh, she’s full of it. I know that the twins are her favorites, spoils them rotten I tell you Moons.”

“Well it’s hard not to with such cute faces,” Remus says, turning his head slightly so to peer over at the pair of them through the doorway. Maeve is munching on the leg of her barbie and Matthew is clashing together pieces of two completely contradictory puzzles. Sirius swears that his chest might implode with the love he feels for his chaotic, little family.

“Course they’re cute, Moons,” he says loftily instead of the incredibly sappy emotions that are flooding his insides. “They’re are kids, cute is in the genes.”

“Cocky bastard,” Remus snorts before turning around in his arms and kissing him full on the mouth. And yes, the sight of Remus curled around the latest essay he’s meant to be marking up with the baby monitor for the twins’s room clutched in his left fist, was an absolute heavenly sight, but Sirius thinks this more hands on approach is a much more appropriate welcome after dealing with an ocean between them and six nights apart.

“Mmm, does this mean I’m not in the dog house anymore?” Sirius asks hopefully, trailing a path of kisses along Remus’s jawline and stopping at the hinge where it meets his neck so to suck only slightly, reveling in the beautifully familiar taste of his husband.

“You were never in the dog house you daft mutt,” Remus reproves in a voice that could’ve been caustic if it weren’t for his words going breathy half way through and his hands clutching tightly onto Sirius’s shoulders. “’S just— Just… Nothing.”

Sirius feels his stomach twist, pulling off of him with a scowl set on his face, and refusing for Remus to just brush this aside, the way he’s always want to do instead of talking about anything that actually might be hurting him. Like he’s afraid that his sodding feelings are somehow a burden, the self-possessed bastard.

“Tell me,” he intones, brooking no arguments while he gently takes Remus’s face in hand so he can’t look away.

His gorgeous features twist up, indignant and mulish, but they relax almost just as quickly, a defense tactic that’s melt away almost completely after so long of being intwined with one another in the most intimate of ways.

“Sirius, there was a time that you could hardly keep your hands off of me after being away for less than half as long,” Remus tells him, voice wavering only slightly. “And I understand if it’s getting tiring having to parent around the moon’s schedule—“

“What the bloody fuck are you talking about,” Sirius really meant to listen to him all the way through, he did! But he can’t help just how furious he got at the sound of that absolutely ridiculous conclusion Remus has somehow conjured up in his impossible mind. Positively hates how this is still such a point of sensitivity Remus has when it regards to their relationship.

“Sirius—“

“Don’t be a completely idiotic arse, Lupin!” Sirius very nearly shouts, absolutely broiling. “You are the love of my life, and I wouldn’t change a single sodding thing about us! And I swear to Merlin or Morgana or whoever the fuck else, that if you begin speaking such rubbish again, I’ll have to lock you up in our bedroom, and show you just how intensely I mean that.”

Remus’s face has gone flushed throughout Sirius’s diatribe, and his hazel eyes twinkle with that adoring way of his that always makes Sirius’s heart lodge somewhere in his diaphragm. “Lupin-Black.”

“Pardon?”

“You called me Lupin, it’s Lupin-Black now, has been for quite a while.”

Sirius chuckles lowly, feeling his righteous anger  deflate as  he crowds Remus against the kitchen island and presses their foreheads together. “You done being a senseless sod then?”

Remus locks his hands around Sirius’s neck, kisses his cupids bow with a tender earnestness. “You still could’ve woken me up.”

“I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t be exhausted for tomorrow, love.” Sirius reiterates, kissing him with feeling before pulling apart once more. “Though if I’m being totally honest,  I would’ve liked it if you could’ve wanked me off in hello.”

“That’s all you would’ve wanted?” Remus asks smugly, the tip of his index finger tracing idl patterns  against Sirius’s neck.

“Mmm, don’t tease me, Moony.” Sirius tells him before sharing another snog. “I was just thinking earlier on that it’s been three ruddy months since I’ve had you to myself for the entire night.””

Remus’s smile brightens, “Oh yeah? You’ve missed that have you?” He bucks forwards, and Sirius can feel him pressed completely against his front.

“I think I might go mad very, very soon, Mssr Moony if we don’t correct this most awful of grievances.”

Remus laughs fondly, kissing the tip of his nose with a smile on his face. “Well I reckon that the twins are old enough to sleep through the night, and Grandma Lupin is always asking after them.”

Sirius brightens ten fold, “Really?”

“I’m sure the kids won’t mind spending an extended weekend on the Welsh coast.” Remus nods.

“Right, good. Yes! Let’s use that tellamabob thing.”

“But the kitchen’s still a mess.”

“Remus, please have mercy on me,” Sirius begs with his best pleading look until his husband finally relents in that worldweary way of his, even if it’s him who snatches Sirius’s wrist and drags him to that muggle contraption, an excited jittering to his grasp all the while.

Sirius is irrecoverably in love with such a bellend.

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3/12/21 Loft Notes

My idiot son thought he would challenge the shop vac today over it getting to go into quarantine when he can't.

He tried to bite what he considered its face.

Patron: "And what did he consider its face?"

The nozzle I was sucking up dried Bird-Bird hallway poos with.

Patron: "w....while it was on or"

I was using it at the time, yes.

It went predictably.

It's too narrow to suck his head all the way in, but he did snatch away from it and run.

Nothing injured, no worries.

Ooh!

IQ just received Rogue's sample!

So, I should know their sex Tuesday or Thursday. (2-4 work days...)

Patron: "what are you hoping for cock or hen?"

Just to know.

I have people on the wait list for therapy cocks and hens, if they pass.

If they wash, but are friendly, I have people on the list for companion birds of either sex.

And if they prefer other birds, I have some one on the breeders list for Spread.

So, no matter what sex or temperament Rogue turns out to be, there is a home lined up.

Bluh... I am just... Worn to the bone exhausted.

Ok.

Got all the inside stuff done, and need to stop for lunch.

It feels like I'm just running so far below empty...

Patron: "God I feel you, but you can do it! Get help if you need to, you don’t have to do it all yourself (hopefully)"

Bless you for the sentiment, but I do.

Got food in me again. Hopefully, that helps.

No pip marks yet on the bator egg.

Need to ask you guys a favor from now on.

If y'all see me online on Monday, Wednesday, or Friday, doing anything but taking loft notes here...

Ask me if I am done in the loft.

My executive function is so garbage that it functions like a tower of blocks that I have to manually stack at the beginning of every day.  

Especially if I'm low on spoons, doing anything other than what manually needs to be done for the birds in the morning forces another block in at the base of the stack, and the whole thing topples.  

It can take me hours to restack it, and I cannot move until it's restacked.

Thank you.  

I have restacked that damn thing four times today, I am just getting started with work in the actual loft, only the inside birds have been fed.

I'm kind of a mess, nothing is fixing it, and I keep being magnetically drawn to my phone for any hope of a dopamine boost.

My brain is fried, and I just need to keep moving until I can stop.

Rogue is up and mobile, so I need to start harness work for them SOON!!!

Patron: "what is rogue looking like? i tried to look up a pic earlier and only see a hatch day pic"

Yeah, I have over w eek of media backlogged because I just... Have had no time.

Black with white flights.

Between prep for travel Monday, some family crap that broke out that night and only allowed me two hours of sleep, travel on Tuesday, server drama that night, literally collapsing from exhaustion, having to get up and clean the loft Wednesday, and car shopping on Thursday...

The only time I have had to myself was spent sleeping.  

I have not even had time to post any of the photos I have taken.

I am dead on my freaking feet.

And yeah, Rogue is Leonard's.

He's the only spread cock, and he appears homozygous.

Ginger is Ash Red. Unless he carries blue or brown, all babies out of him will be ash red.

Chiffon is also spread, but they're heterozygous, not yet sexually mature, and likely a hen.

Angel is getting the hang of hands being the interaction bits, and has discovered that there are no unpleasant consequences for biting those.

He seems to feel better now that he knows what part of me he can lodge complaints with and engage for play fights.

He is absolutely fascinated by the bucket of seeds with character that I have cleaned off the floor.

Birds are getting a little treat today!

It's nice out.

I'mma fill them a bath.

They have been trying to bathe in their water dish for weeks now.

Betty and Liang's egg was fertile, but died two days or so into development.

Which means she can be safely separated as soon as some one wants her.

God bless that salt and mineral brick absorbing moisture from the air.

The sand has been SO easy to clean!

Note to self, check Satin's fan and Sprinks' underfluffies and see if they need their breeding trims renewed...

Oh!  I should probably check Farthing's underfluffies too.

Some one tread or attempted to, but I couldn't see who.

Weeeell fuck me runnin'...

Couture has a crest.

Sprinks doesn't cary a crest.

Satin is half Danzig, so he does, but if his were dominant, or partially dominant, he would express it.

The Komorner crest is partially a hood, much the way an Old Dutch Capuchin's is.

That's a combination of the Shell Crest (recessive) and a hood modifier (which appears partially dominant, if Papillion and Cookie are anything to go on.

Cotoure maaaay be another Vito child...

Which would also explain their very small size.

A child out of Satin and Sprinks should be HUGE!

Like, just-under-Lucy big.

The Lahore pattern, I believe, is a combination of bald head and capped.

So, throw in another bald head, and the cap separates out.

So, Vito has been a GREAT investment for loft diversity!

Hopefully, his kids inherit his fertility and not so much his bastard. XD

He's been a great nest partner to Leela (who may also need her underfluffies trimmed)

I'd really like to see what he is like on peeps before he retires for his slutty, slutty crimes.

Betty tops the retirement list right now for having a sexually mature daughter and granddaughter, and a second granddaughter out of another son.

WAY too much temptation for a boy who loves girls shaped like Hagrid.

Luxie tops the hen list for being Luxie.

Liang is retired already.  Now that MJ is mom-ing like she should, she's lower on the list.

Presently, Vito is after Betty on the retirement list for slutty bastard crimes. XD

Good lord, the little black pied peeps are taking flying hops!

There are vids up on insta of the bath, and of Leonard feeding his peeps.

Patron: "Oh my god if that's another Vito kid"

"did you ever catch Sprinks interested in him"

Nope!

Angel is a very funny man. He was wooing my feet, and when I told him that, he charged in and bit my toe. XD

And then pooed the one patch of sand I had cleaned. XD

Danica may be getting ready to lay tonight.

Danica may be getting ready to lay tonight.

In the box she and Ginger had wanted before Satin and Sprinks had to come in.

Farthing and Leela just got their underfluffies trimmed.

Angel, caught in the act, eating garbage.

He just got more dumped on him, shook it off, and went right back to rummaging for treats.

Has made not move one to leave.

Now he is on my shoulder, complaining about me repeatedly interrupting him by dumping in more.

Thistle just tread Mj, despite Pippin's cock blocking efforts.

Holding Nettle is apparently a crime.

Angel bit my ear for it and got tossed off my shoulder.

Now he's back, complaining about it.

She loafed in my lap after fighting me the whole way through putting Nettle down.

Angel does NOT think I am engaging him enough.

Since biting isn't working, he is now pooping where I have just cleaned.

I don't like the way Ginger is breathing.

He's been fine up to this point...

And it could just be from being really active this evening...

But he isn't the only bird who was and none of the rest are panting like that.

Man, it would SUCK for Nica to lay and then me to have to bring him in...

But the way his chest is pumping, and he keeps flexing his beak hinge really worries me.

Hopefully, some one else lays near enough to Nica that I can swap her eggs over.

Or he's just gotten a feather or something stuck in his choanal slit.

Ok.  I think is is something stuck.

He hasn't done the uncomfortable yawn or swallow.

Just flexed his beak a lot and itched at the corners of his mouth.

It looks like he's dislodged it and is breathing normally.

Y'all have NO idea how paranoid I am about Trich!

Mm.. that looked like an uncomfortable yawn and more heavy breathing.

Gonna grab him once I finish up the sand.

God damnit... Lot of mucus...

Maybe something stuck?  Can't tell...

I'm tired, and don't want to accidentally hurt him..

I also don't want to risk putting Danica in a dangerous position when she's about to lay.

Her bastard ex could kill her by forcing her into another stress lay.

I may have a solution.

Need to run to get it set up, though.

Ok, on our way to Walmart to grab a kennel.

The only place open didn't have the size kennel I wanted, but they had a pet taxi big enough.

The egg due to hatch today was rotten.

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Move in [Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 800 K +

Warnings : fluffy dorks, smut, reader being a drama queen

Summary : Ben ask Reader to move in and she overreact. 

Note :  Nothing much to say, two cutie pies being more adorable than ever !

☀ Masterlist ☀ 800 followers celebration !!! Christmas / Winter prompts !!!

You were so comfy at this precise moment. Snuggling against Ben, his warm skin flushed to your body, making you lazily moaned. You could stay here forever. And that what your boyfriend was asking you the next second :

“You should move in” You froze at his words. It was unexpected. “I mean for real, you practically already live here anyway” He added, his fingers gently stroking your tights as his gaze was on the t.v, a random movie was playing.

He was right, you spend a lot of nights at his place. You had been together for a little over a year now but since the first months you had been very cosy in his flat. It was a way larger apartment than yours, the bed was comfier, also closer from central London, everything was better in his flat. And also because you love sleeping with your Benny, in his strong but comfy arms, his lips always pressing sweet kisses on your back until you fall asleep. But were you ready to move in ? For real ? It felt like a giant step in a baby relationship.

“I...don’t you think it’s a bit early for that, Ben ?” You replied slowly but with a little smile, you didn’t wanted to hurt him with a no.

But he didn’t seems hurt at all, he only chuckled. His green orbs looking at you with a smirk, like he was expecting this answer from you. He half turned toward you and cupped your face with one hand to give you a kiss. A deep and hot one, the kind which always make your mind dizzy and your heart full. His tongue licked your bottom lip before taking his old spot back, still as amused as before.

“What’s that for ?” You asked, panting after such a kiss.

“You’re cute” He cupped your face again and pressed your cheeks to make you do a fish-face, which you quickly learnt he loved to do, and pecked your mouth playfully. “But I know what you’re trying to do, doll, and it’s useless”

“And what I am trying to do exactly, baby ?” You arched a brow and ran a hand in his blond locks that you loved very much. Especially at these length, perfect to be pulled when needed.

“We both know you’re dying to move in with me but you like to pretend you need to think about it, to not seems to eager” Ben winked and rolled over you, trapping your body under his broad and bare chest, still smirking. “But, come on, you’re sleeping here every night, doll. And, you’re paying your rent for nothing, it’s ridiculous” He pressed several kisses on your face, nibbling softly at your jaw and you sighed immediately.

You hummed in agreement and it was amazing how quickly Ben could make you weak, in a matter of few pecks on the right spots, your mind was clouded and ready to cave. He continued his assault for several seconds, his warm lips sucking on your thin skin of your neck, fingers tugging softly on your hairs.

“And also, you can’t spend a night away from me, too addicted to me, doll” He added in a cocky tone, biting harder on your skin and you hissed loudly.

You humphed and moved away from Ben, seating against the head bed with a pout.

“First of all, I’m not a chewing toy, thank you very much” You gently rubbed the little red patch on your neck before the blond pushed your hand and licked the redness, softening the bruise immediately. You fluttered your eyes and forgot for a second what you were about to say. “And...hum...oh! Yes, I can totally spend a night away from you, of course I can !”

“Oh yeah ? When was the last time you sleep at your place ?” Ben asked with a cocky grin, his nose bumping against yours and you could feel his hips rolling against you slowly, his cock hardening at every second.

“Easy, it was...” You furrowed your brows and chewed your bottom lip, trying to offer an answer to his question. You went to your place two weeks ago to grab more clothes but you didn’t stay more than ten minutes. You glanced at Ben who seemed pleased with your lack of reply. “It’s been a while, alright, maybe...three months ? I don’t remember but it’s just because your place is closer to my work. I can totally sleep at my flat alone, okay ?” You humped and crossed your arm, trying to ignore is warm breath tickling your cheek.

“Whatever you say, doll” The blond chuckled before kissing you lazily, lips barely moving as he opened your legs, resting his lower body between them.

“You don’t believe me ?” You sighed, the friction of his clothed but hard cock on your pussy was lightly distracting. For all answer, Ben snorted and slid his tongue back in your mouth, definitively in the mood.

But no, he wouldn’t get away so easily. You pushed away his head and get out of the bed, ignoring Ben’s groans.

“Doll, come back to bed” He plaided, lying on his back as he watched you. “What are you doing ?”

“I’m going back at my place, I’m proving you that I can sleep without you” The blond rolled his eyes and bended an arm under his head, eyes trailing on your half-naked body with delectation. “I know you don’t think I can but I can” You were a stubborn cow and your boyfriend just touched your pride, insinuating stupid things. Of course you could sleep by yourself.

“Doll...” Ben groaned from his spot as you get dressed quickly before sliding your shoes on. “I’m sorry, alright ? I believe you. Come back to me” You glanced at the tent in his underwear and scoffed.

“No, you’re just saying that to fuck me” You grabbed your phone and hand bag before pressing a quick peck on Ben’s pouting mouth. “I’m going back to my place and you” You softly squeezed his hard shaft through his brief. “Are gonna use your hand” You winked and made your way out of the flat, ignoring his calls.

**

“Fucking Ben” You groaned as you tossed and turned and tossed again.

The little fucker was right. When you arrived back at your place after forty-five minute of dirty underground you were annoyed and you could have kill for a warm bath. But, of course, you not being here for months, you didn’t know that you were no longer having hot water at your place. Also all your hairs and body products were...at Ben’s place. You had cursed and cried under a cold shower but you had survive. After that you had slid in an old pyjama then in your bed and it was rather nice, having all the space for you, no one to steal your blanket or pillow...maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to come back.

It last for approximatively fifteen minutes before you started missed Ben. The flat was quiet and you didn’t like it so you switched on the t.v. Then the bed sheets were cold and you didn’t know what to do with yours arms, usually they were around Ben’s frame. What were you doing with your arms before you started dating Ben ? An absolute mystery. So you decided to hug one of your pillow instead but the trick wasn’t working very well, it wasn’t warm like your boyfriend and certainly not smelling as good as him. Then the neighbours started to fuck like animals and you were so close to go back to Ben but you didn’t.

You practically didn’t sleep all night. Tossing and turning and tossing again. When your alarm rang through your room, you were already wide awake. And fucking exhausted. And mad against Ben because he was right.  But you would certainly not telling him that. You had some pride left.

You spent twenty minutes looking for your work clothes before calling Ben totally panicking. He laughed and told you they were at his place. You could see his smirk through the phone call. The bastard.

“You look exhausted, doll” That the first thing he said when you opened the door to let him in, your clothes in his hands. “Didn’t sleep well ?” He handed you a Starbucks cup and you knew what was inside without a doubt : A Cocoa Cloud Macchiato which was as good as dumb the name sounded.

You never bought coffee at Starbucks because it was expensive just for a drink with a stupid name but Ben loved to spoil you, always buying you one when he had time, knowing even if you pretended to not want it, secretly you were glowing.

“My neighbours fucked all night” You mumbled, taking a sip of the delicious drink. It wasn’t only because of your neighbours but he didn’t need to know that.

“Some of us had been lucky” The blond commented with a knowing glance and you rolled your eyes but pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Could have been us” He pouted and grabbed you by the waist before you could take a step back, his lips falling on yours with avidity.

After a long good morning kiss, you opened your cupboard to only find a packet of old crispbread, hard like a rock and obviously not good to eat anymore. Ben hid his laugh with a cough but the amusement in his eyes were enough to tell you that he found the situation very funny. You ignored him and moved to your fridge to find only an expired bottle of milk which smelled like a rotten egg and a rotten packet of ham. The smell coming from the fridge almost make you throw up. You quickly closed it and crouched your nose in disgust. You could forget breakfast today.

“Don’t say anything” You raised your hand in front of Ben’s face and he gave you an innocent smile.

“Wasn’t about to, doll” He took out his phone and scrolled on it, letting out a lazy yawn.

You took a long sip of the drink, sighing with pleasure at the bitter-sweet taste rolling down your throat. Your stomach grumbled from the anger and you pouted, feeling your boyfriend’s amused gaze on you. He knew he was winning.

“Hungry ?” You shook your head negatively and another noise coming from your stomach echoed in the room, making him smirked. You pouted at his attitude and he chuckled softly. “Aaw my little doll, don’t be all grumpy on me” He slid his arm around your waist, kissing your neck sweetly and you felt immediately better at his familiar scent. “Got your favourite pastries in my car...and I’m not working today, I can drive you to work” You hummed happily and relaxed in his embrace, wondering why you didn’t just move in his place as soon as he offered.

“You’re the best” You turned around and gave him a quick peck before putting on your work clothes, Ben’s gaze not leaving you for a second. “I’m going to brush my teeth and I’m ready to go” You announced and the blond acquiesced before throwing in the bin his empty coffee cup.

You walked to the bathroom and cursed at the sight of your old toothbrush, not looking in a very good shape. You opened every drawers but you couldn’t find any toothpaste in the bathroom, you came back with a grimace and Ben gave you a smug smile.

“Here, chewing-gum, doll” You sent him a death glare but took the gum anyway, throwing it in your mouth with a tired sight. The universe wanted you to move in with Ben but his sufficient smirk was pushing to keep going.

**

After a quick stop at the shop, you came back at your flat, handful with errands. Now, you were ready to live properly in your place. Ben texted you if you wanted to come to his place tonight for a movie and you accepted but you left around ten, saying it was time for you to go back home. He rolled his eyes and told you that you were ridiculous.

“Doll, for god’ sake, just stay here tonight” Ben called from the bed, naked in all his glory after your previous activities, and it was really hard to leave.

“Love you Benny” You murmured against his lips and left the flat, feeling absolutely dumb with your attitude.  

You took a cab, too tired to take the bus or underground and pushed the creaky door of your flat, already regretting to have left Ben. But you wanted to prove something to your boyfriend and to yourself. You were a bit too dependent from Ben and it wasn’t that long since you were together. You could survive, just needed some time to readapt to your old flat. You snuggled under the heavy blanket and were ready to sleep.

But nothing. Your neighbours weren’t fucking tonight but they were listening to some rap music very loud – and very bad – and it was even worse than shagging. You almost cried when you tried to close your window and it was stuck, letting the cold wind of London’s night entered your flat. Everything was great. Ben sent you a snap, showing his pretty bare chest and plum lips with the very smart caption : i miss ur pretty pussy. You groaned and rolled your eyes, he was a big fan of sextos and usually you loved that but right now, you just wanted to be comfortable in your own flat. Also, you had trouble to make yourself cum with your fingers since you discovered Ben’s, thicker and much more skilled than yours. So it wasn’t the time to become horny. When another snap came with his hand palming his hard cock through his underwear, you suppressed a moan and switched your phone in plane mode.

You fell asleep for what seemed five minutes before being awaken by a loud bang, making you jumped on your bed. You checked the time, not even one in the morning. You were about to turn around and shook Ben to see what happen but you only met the empty side of your bed. Shit. You switched on the light and made your way in the kitchen, a heavy book in your hand in case there were any danger. Heart beating loudly against your chest, you almost had a heart attack at the sight : A big, fat rat was wandering freely on your floor, his little nasty eyes watching you and squealing.

You gasped loudly and cursed. You knew the rat was coming from your other neighbours, not the serial fuckers but the other one, the dirty one. You had complain at least ten times to your landlord but it had been useless, they were fucking dirty, living in a real garbage dump but they were paying there rent so who cared right ?

You decided you had enough. Ben had win and you wanted to move in right now. You quickly get dress and grabbed few of your things before walking to the bus stop, sighing deeply.

“Hello ?” His sexy, sleepy voice warmed your frame as soon as you heard him. “You’re alright, doll ?”

“I’m moving in” You grumbled and waved to the bus driver before entering it, swapping your oyster card on the machine and taking the first free seat. “You were right, I can’t sleep without you and my flat sucks”

“Well, well, well...I’m not sure if the offer is still on” Ben teased with an amused voice, thick with tiredness but always managed to sound hot. “You know, I’m a bit offend after you turn down my offer, doll. Wasn’t very nice”

You let out a noise of annoyance and he chuckled softly, tutting at your attitude.

“Maybe I can find a way to make you forgive me” You murmured with a flirty tone, chewing your bottom lip.

“Yeah ? Like what ?” He replied with a cocky tone. “Tell me, doll”

“I’m in the bus Ben, I will show you at home” You blushed a bit at the glance of the woman seating next to you and pretended to looked by the window.

“kay, hurry up doll, the bed is cold without you”

**

You inserted the key and entered Ben’s building, sighing with relief. Home. You quickly climbed the three floors and let yourself inside the flat, smiling stupidly at the familiarity of the place.

“Hey stranger” Ben greeted you from the kitchen, a mug of tea in his hand.

“Hi, baby” You breathed out and grabbed his face to press an eager kiss to his lips. He tasted like his tea, warm and sweet from the drop of honey. Home. “You were so fucking right, I don’t want to put a foot back into this shitty flat” You tucked yourself under his arm and melted against his warm skin, stilling a sip or two from his tea.

“What happened ?”

“Mmm, I missed you too much, you’re my personal pillow now” You nuzzled against him and purred when he kissed chastely your hairs, squeezing you tightly. “And I saw a rat in my kitchen, yuk” He snorted and you imitated him, knowing how stupid all this story had been.

“Well, I’m happy you decided to move in with me” Ben replied and you put the empty cup in the sink, his hand grabbing yours to walk to the bedroom. “It’s boring when you’re not here” He complained and fell on the bed, opening his arms for you.

“You saying that because now we can fuck whenever we want” You giggled and dropped your head on his shoulder, keeping your gaze on him.

“True but I also missed your cooking and cleaning when you weren’t here” You gasped outrageously at his sexist remark and he snorted loudly. “Kidding doll, we both know you can’t cook for shit”

You slapped his shoulder with a pout and he laughed louder, his arms around your waist, not letting move from his embrace.

“I swear it was my last joke, doll” You gave him an annoyed glance and he pressed several kisses on your pouty lips. “I really missed you last night. The flat is too quiet when you’re not here and I love to cuddle you in bed, you’re just the perfect size in my arms” He added and spooned you, his mouth murmuring right into your ear. “I love you” He brushed a kiss on your temple and you turned around, facing him with a little smile.

“I love you too” You murmured against his lips before rolling on the top of him.

“Watcha doing ?” He lazily asked, mouth still pressing against each other.

You broke the kiss and slid between his legs, giving your best doe-eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

“I still need your pardon” You replied with a cocky grin, your hands pushed down his pants and underwear in a swift movement, exposing his half-hard length.

“Was kidding, doll, you know that” He weakly answered, his mouth already parted as your nails grazed very softly on his cock. “You don’t have to do anything”

“But I’m want too” You purred and grabbed his shaft, pumping him few times until he was fully hard, pretty moans escaping his throat. “So beautiful Benny” You complimented and let a light kiss on the tip of his cock, making it twitched at the gesture.

“Fuck doll...” He snatched his hips strongly, begging for more and you happily complied, wrapping your lips around him as your hand worked on his balls. “Shit, shit, shit !”

You slowly sucked the tip, taking your sweet time, tongue caressing his length until he begged you for more. You relaxed your jaw as much as you could and swallowed him until his pubic bone touched your nose, a strangle cry leaving his parted lips. You gagged slightly when he bucked inside you, immediately apologising.

“Good, baby ?” You asked after letting his cock out.

“So, so good, doll” One of his arm was on his head, completely lost in pleasure and the sight only could have made you cum. “Always so good with me”

You took him until half length and started bobbing your head up and down, tongue caressing every of his little veins as he made the prettiest noises of contentment you ever heard. His chest was covered in thin coat of sweat, his Adam's apple moving quickly in his throat and he slid his other hand in your hairs, showing you the rhythm he needed to come. You followed his desires and in a matter of minutes, he was a mess of dirty moans and filthy praising,

“M’ so close (Y/N)” You softly rubbed his thighs and continued to suck him, keeping a steady rhythm until you felt his cock twitched and emptying itself into your mouth. Hot and sticky spurs of his load coating your throat and you swallowed without a second thought, making sure he was completely done before releasing his shaft. “Holly shit, doll” He chuckled with a panting chest as you pushed back his brief and pants before crawling next to him, loving his dishevelled state.

“Am I forgiven ?” You purred against his ear, moving his arm away to slid at your favourite spot, letting a light kiss on his flushed skin.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that ?” He said with a lazy smile, few strands of hairs sticking on his forehead. You simply smiled and gently bit his jaw, loving how fucked he looked right now. “And yes, you’re more than forgiven. Now, you turn to feel good” Ben added with a knowing smile and slid one of his hand right between your legs, a surprise squealed leaving your lips.

“Not tonight, baby” You moved his hand and nuzzled further against him, earning a confused glance from your boyfriend. “I’m fucking exhausted and I just want to sleep” You explained, tangling your legs together and savouring his natural warm.

“You’re sure ? I can be quick you know” He grinned and you imitated him, rubbing a hand against his cheek which he immediately kissed.

“Oh I know very well how good you are with your tongue Benjamin” He wiggling his brows, proud like a peacock. “But now that I’m officially live here, you have all the time in the world to pay me back”

“As the lady wish” Ben replied before giving you a warm kiss, making your heartbeat increased and your cheeks reddening. “Goodnight, doll”

You slept like a baby that night and Ben gave you the sweetest waking up possible, head deep buried between your thighs, eating you out slowly and deeply. It was definitively a good idea to move-in.

**

Also as I wasn’t very active on this blog since few months, I decided to do a new tag list so just send me a message if u wanna be tag in any of my tag list :)

[hitchell-mope]

(First film. After “rewrite the stars”. On the isle. Maleficent saw the whole thing)

Jafar: she’s failing

Maleficent: no she is not. She is just

Grimhilde: a teenager. A lovesick. Hormonal. Useless teenager. Y

Maleficent: would the both of you like to be throwing up thorns for the next decade?

(Jafar and Grimhilde shut up)

Maleficent: as I was saying. My daughter is not failing. She is just. Stuck. Like when the infant evaded My detection for sixteen years

Jafar: yes. Yes. If I recall correctly that was because your little runty minions had no idea that children grow

(Grimhilde shrieks in laughter. Maleficent’s eyes glow bright emerald green and the evil queen is being throttled by vines. The shorter woman’s eyes glow a bright sapphire blue and a torrent of glass heads towards the dark fairy who cuts the flow and turns it to sand. Jafar looks on bored out of his skull)

Jafar: ladies ladies. Knock it off. And we ARE right Maleficent. The child is failing. I believe it has something to do with that freckled child

Maleficent: no. He and your son and the carrot and the stick.

Grimhilde: and my daughter

Maleficent: is superfluous to the equation.

Jafar: the child is weak.

Maleficent (ruefully): just like her father

Grimhilde: her father

Maleficent: is a fool. And a traitor. That bastard left me alone with nothing but an energy drain to make up for it

Grimhilde: I remember. I was the midwife

Maleficent: All you did was catch the egg when it popped out.

Grimhilde: then you banished me. And didn’t rescind it until eight years later. I had no one to help me through 72 hours of

Jafar: biniemat allah. Would you both stifle. It’s disgusting talking about woman’s things in polite society

Maleficent: vous salir bâtard. Just because you created you spawn so immaculately with magic doesn’t mean you are the only one who ever gave birth

Jafar: why am I even here. I am a man. I shouldn’t be taking orders from a green skinned heathen

Maleficent: and that is exactly the reason why you lost the fight

Jafar: I lost because you cheated. Which is typical down to the letter with your kind

Grimhilde: halte den Mund, halt den Rand, Halt die Klappe. Du willst meine Tochter heiraten. Du bekommst kein Mitspracherecht

Jafar: I am a sultan

Grimhilde: abgesetzt

Maleficent: as I was saying before personal grievances entered the matter. They have not failed. Mal knows what will happen if they do

Grimhilde: ab mit ihren Köpfen

Jafar: iqtew ru'usihim

Maleficent: enlevez leur têtes

(In Auradon. Mal bursts into her and Evie’s room close to tears)

Mal: something just happened. Something. I know know if it’s good or bad but it’s something and that something terrifies me

(Evie’s clutching her desk. She looks white as a sheet. She looks like she’s about to throw up)

Evie (barely above a whisker): go. Now. Go. Please

Mal (stubbornly): my room as well. And I wanna talk.

Evie: I SAID GO!!!!

(The glass in the vanity mirror explodes and heads for Mal’s face intending to cut her to ribbons. Mal turns it to sand before it can reach her)

Mal: you know better than to do that indigo

(The windows broken by a twisted vine that wraps itself around Evie. This is when Jay comes in and disappears both the sand and vines leaving the girls still looking ready to kill each other)

Jay: ok what the fuck. You were getting along so well. Honestly this is sort of preferable. But why. What happened this time to set you into melee mode?

(The sisters rotten screech and rant over each other until jay manages to shush them both)

Jay: right. Mal first

Mal: I think I almost kissed the prince

(Evie sits down. Jay’s jaw hits the floor)

Mal: well the pair of you needn’t look so surprised

Evie: I told him. No. Not the time. You kissed him or he kissed you

Mal: myeh-myeh

Evie: what now?

Jay: I think you broke her brain. What happened after Carlos and me left?

Mal: Evie yelled at Lonnie cause of chad I thought Ben had black blood went mothery on him almost planted one on his unfairly cute face next thing you know Nasira’s you’re aunt and I’m throttling my sister with thorn vines

(The other two blink)

Evie: I can explain. That idiotic commoner told me

Jay: yeah yeah don’t care. Lonnie’s a good friend Chad’s an ass go for Doug. Now when you say “planted one”. Do you mean romcom or kids cartoon

Mal: there’s a difference?

Jay: hells yeah there’s a difference. Kids cartoons a short and pg. Romcoms. Are not.

Mal: the-the-the-then rom...com?

(Jay cheers loudly and punches the air. Then stops)

Jay: wait. When you say “almost”?

Mal: I stopped myself. We may or may not have danced. Then I ran out of there

Jay: oh good god it’s like a sitcom

Mal: nothing about this is funny. I. Cannot. Get sucked in

Jay: why?

Mal: because

Evie: oh my god. You’re scared. The big. Bad dragons daughter. Is scared. Of a pretty face

Jay (sending danger): ohhhh kay. Why don’t we just take a breather

Mal: I’d much rather bash a water jug over her head.

Evie: can we talk about me now?

Jay (long suffering sigh): fine. What did Lonnie say.

Evie: same thing Doug and Ben said. That Chad’s a user. That he’ll dump me when he’s bored. But she’s lying

Jay: I don’t think she was. And I don’t think you thought she was lying either

Evie: she has to be.

Mal: she wasn’t and you know it. We can read minds, remember?

Evie: yeah but

Jay (kindly) Mal (not so kindly): Lonnie wasn’t lying

(Evie goes into the bathroom to cry)

(Meanwhile, Audrey’s pacing the floor of fairy godmothers office mad as all hell)

Audrey: it’s disgusting the way those backwards circus freaks leech off him. He’s too nice to say it but I can tell he’s annoyed by them. And who wouldn’t be. Those things are barely with a first look. We should all just dump them back where they (there’s a knock at the door) OH WHAT?!?!

Doug: fairy godmother asked to see me before curfew. Something about my report card?

Fairy Godmother (glad for an excuse to be rid of Audrey for at least a couple of moments): yes! Yes. Last semesters report card. It got lost just before the break and I recovered it today. I thought we could video chat your father

Doug: sure

Fairy Godmother (under her her breath): oh thank goodness. (Regular volume) Audrey I’m so sorry dear. Well have to continue this chat tomorrow

Audrey: I’m not done

Fairy Godmother: well I am. I’m sorry dear but you have got to stop this smear campaign against Mal and her friends. It’s not nice. It’s not healthy. And it will not end well for you

Audrey: I don’t care. I’m not gonna rest until Ben sees they’re heinous villains. I’m not going to rest until that damned pixie that witch that unmanacled djinn and that freckled face fa

Fairy Godmother and Doug (absolutely incensed): AUDREY!!!!

Audrey (genuinely ignorant of what she said): what

Fairy Godmother: we do not use those words here. We have a zero tolerance policy for those types of slurs

Audrey: what slurs. It’s what they are. It’s technical terms.

Fairy Godmother: you do not use those words if you wish to continue to attend this school. Doug. I am so sorry. A rather urgent matter Amiga’s materialised. I hope we can continue this tomorrow. Audrey I’m calling your parents. You have break lunch and after school detention for the next month until family day. I am going to call your parents and give them a detailed rundown of your horrible behaviour

Audrey: my parents are in Malta until the 24 hours before family day. They’re coming down for the event. Grammy’s available

Fairy Godmother (visibly deflating): ah. You still have detention. And are required to apologise to Mal Jay Carlos and Evie for your frankly despicable actions

(Audrey pompously turns on her heel and leaves. Bumping into Ben in the doorway. He looks shocked and terrified)

Audrey: oh hey benny boo. So I was thinking when this madness is over we could

Ben (robotically): I uh I I need to speak to Doug

Doug: um fairy godmother. I need to help Ben. Training for my future employment and all that

Fairy Godmother (absolutely no idea of what’s happening): of course

Doug: c’mon Ben

(He leads the prince the back to his bedroom. Where Ben promptly starts hyperventilating)

Ben: I can’t. I can’t beli. She. How. How could she. I can’t tell them not now.

Doug: breathe. You’ll be ok

Ben: she’s wrong. She has to be wrong. Nobody’s fully rotten to the core. Are they?

Doug: buddy she doesn’t care. All she knows is that now they’re here. She’s not important anymore. And she’s doing what ever she can to make herself feel important again. And she doesn’t care who she hurts to get it

Ben: but she wouldn’t cross a line

Doug: when we were six she got her nanny fired because she said and I quote “nanny Mavis didn’t tell the tooth fairy about my incisors”. And she’s the one who locked you and Jane in the wardrobe when we were eleven

Ben (face in his hands): oh god we were in there for two hours. We had to get our braces rewired. A whole week of school spent in a hospital bed

Doug (sarcastically): sure. That’s what’s wrong with the situation she put you in. Not the fact she’s a jealous cow

Ben: anyway. Enough about me. What’s up with you

Doug: nothing. Need to show my dad last semesters report but otherwise peachy keen. Why do you ask

Ben: because I see your face whenever Evie mentions Chad

Doug: she chose chad. There’s nothing I can do even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. Can’t change her mind.

Ben: yeah. But you’re still upset.

Doug: This isn’t about me. This is about Evie. And chad. And the fact he is going to emotionally destroy her and they shouldn’t happen to anyone.

Ben (smiling knowingly): you love her

Doug: I’m sorry who has the hots for the daughter of Maleficent?

Ben: guilty as charged. But still.

Doug and Ben: we cant make them fall for us

Ben: I think Mal might like me though

Doug: lemme gues. The pen thing almost led to the inevitable kiss. Then she ran. Am I right?

Ben: yes. And how many people know about the pen thing?

Doug: well Lonnie managed to keep four people quiet that I know about. So probably everyone in our grade barring Mal and her friends

Ben: not what I had in mind for my first scandal but it could be worse I suppose

Doug (incredulous): you’re PLANNING your scandals?

Ben: I’m almost sixteen. I’m going to be king. People can be very unkind. So I may as well try to rein in some measure of control over what gets out

Doug (smiling sadly): if anyone ever tries to take that light from your eyes Lonnie and I are gonna beat their asses to death

Ben: please don’t. Nobody should ever get hurt because of me

Doug: well. Lonnie could give saint Spinelli a run for her money when she gets going. And I’ve been known to bite. But I won’t seeing as you asked so nicely. I cannot vouch for Lonnie though

Ben: of course.

Doug: you’ve still got some er (he rubs his bottom lip)

Ben: oh! Eh heh heh (he wipes his mouth)

(Back at the sisters room. Carlos has wandered in half asleep and confused)

Carps (yawning in Jay’s spare tourney jersey): whassapening?

Evie: you’ve got a new papa

Carlos: huh

Mal: don’t confuse him indigo. I almost kissed Ben C

Carlos: wha?

Jay: we can talk about it tomorrow.

Carlos (pouting): I woke up and you were gone

Jay: I’m sorry buddy. They were fighting

Carlos (rounding on the other two): you know not to fight after I’m asleep

Mal: I’m so sorry C. It will never happen again.

Jay (scooping Carlos up): c’mon buddy. Let’s get you back to sleep

Carlos: leave again I’ll turn into a boa constrictor

Jay (chuckling): I don’t doubt that

(Jay carries him out of the room)

Evie: sit down. This time we have

Mal: no. Nope. Absolutely not. No girl talk

Evie: too late! You wanna hold him

Mal: I swear. If you quote shrek at me

Evie: ok. Ok. Seriously though. How do you feel?

Mal: rotten. And not in a good way

Evie: why

Mal: look at Ben. Then look at me

Evie: well Ben does have fashion sense

(Mal kicks Evie out of the chair)

Evie: great. Now I have your boot print in my kidney

Mal: well Carlos wanted us to be closer as sisters

Evie: well yay him. Anyway. If you like him

(In the princes bedroom)

Ben: why don’t you just go and tell her

Doug: because

(Girls room)

Evie: because why?

(Ben’s room)

Doug: because

Ben and Evie (in split screen): because why

Doug and Mal: because I’m not god enough

(The friends look at them in sympathy)

Doug and Mal: it’s. It’s not how it’s done.

Doug: I am not

Mal: the one he

Mal and Doug: needs

Mal: and I wasn’t raised for it.

Ben: you know you can talk to me right?

Doug: yeah I know

(Girls room)

Evie: then talk to me

(This is when “heart attacks” happens)

[xxdearlybeloved]

Runner’s High

Modern!John x Reader

A/N: Another repost. Early smut. 

Summary: You go for a run w John Boy and... oh boy. (Yes, I do cringe sometimes at myself but I hope you love me anyway)

You weren't going to make it and you knew it. You hated running, so this was a terrible idea to begin with. Your lungs felt like they were getting smaller and your legs were begging you to stop. "Not giving up are we?" John said, turning to look at you while he was still jogging in place, the bastard. You stopped completely and put your hands on your knees, trying to force air in your lungs. You shook your head and sat down (or fell down, who's judging?), deciding that this would be a nice spot to die.  

"Oh no we don't" John said, coming over to you and taking both of your hands in his before pulling you up. "We're almost there!" You resisted, angling your weight back towards the ground.  

"We're not even halfway" you wheezed. Going on a five-mile run with John seemed like a great idea, but you underestimated how fit he was. Or overestimated how fit you were. Apparently barre classes and running had different physical demands because your lungs were still screaming bloody murder at you.  

"Fine, we can rest here but you're gonna finish this run." John said, letting your hands go and you actually did fall back onto the ground. John sat next to you and you watched people run and walk past as you waited for your lungs to function again. "You didn't tell me we were sprinting!" You said when you could form words again. He laughed, dusting grass off of his hands.  

"You told me you wanted to try it!" He was right, you would often finish your workouts at the same time and run into each other on your way back to your apartments. You knew you hated running, but you wanted to get an excuse to hang out with him. He was so adorable, and you figured this was a great way to make your conversations more than "How was it today?"

"I didn't think you were going to try and kill me in the process." He laughed again, moving to stand. "Nooooo" you whined, but you let him pull you up. You were going to finish this run for your pride if nothing else.  

You tried to keep pace with John, one foot in front of the other, just thinking about the amazing shower and ice cream you could have after this. Your focus was occasionally interrupted by watching him smile at other girls as they smiled at him. You couldn't blame them, John was very attractive. You tried not to take it personally as he had no way of knowing this was the closest you'd been on a date in about a year. Besides, it had been your idea, not his. He didn't owe you anything.

As you finally rounded the corner back to your apartment building, you had to admit you did feel great. "Last one is a rotten egg!" You called out as you sprinted past him to the driveway. You were sure you had won until he passed you at the last second, throwing his hands in the air.  

"Even when you cheat, you can't beat me" he said through deep breaths. You pushed him playfully before taking the stairs to your unit. So close, but so far.  

"Next time!" You called and he winked at you before opening the door to his own apartment.  

You ran the water hot as you peeled the sweaty clothes from your body. Steam filled the room and you stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rush over your fatigued muscles. You debated sitting for awhile but you weren't sure you would be able to get up again. Maybe John would help you, you smiled to yourself imagining him picking you up in the shower.  

John in your shower. His fit body pressed against yours as he pressed you against the wall, kissing you with water running over your bodies. You let the water rush over you as you spread your legs and let your imagination run wild as you ran your hands on your body, teasing yourself.  

You were pulled from your thoughts by the doorbell, which startled you because you never had visitors. You debated ignoring it but shut off the water and grabbed your robe to make sure it wasn't an emergency. The doorbell rang again as you danced on your toes to the door, trying not to get water everywhere. You peeked through the eyehole and felt the blood rush to your cheeks as the subject of your imagination was leaning on the rail outside your door.  

You didn't have to answer, or you could go and put on more clothes, or you could actually just see what he wanted. You opened the door enough for him to see just your face and he turned and smiled at you. "My roommate just told me our shower's busted, mind if I use yours?" He held up his shampoo and towel as evidence.

"So you can break mine, too? I don't think so." You said, opening the door wider to talk to him. He took you in, the robe clinging to your body in ways that definitely made him grateful he was wearing running tights under his shorts.  

He cleared his throat as he brought his eyes back to yours. You were smiling at him, your head tilted to the side seemingly unaware of the thoughts that were crossing his mind. "Look... I'll only take a second. Please." And he made those adorable puppy eyes at you and you stepped back to let him in. "You're amazing" he said, kissing you on the cheek as he stepped into your apartment. You were grateful you made some attempt at cleaning up, as usually it – like you- was a mess.

He seemed to know exactly where to go, probably because the layouts were so similar. "Wait a second!" You called after him as he pulled off his shirt and walked into your room. You went to catch up with him so you could get your clothes off of the floor. "You interrupted my shower, so don't use all the hot water, yeah?"  

He smiled at you before closing the door. He had to put something between him and you in that robe. He turned on the water and looked around your bathroom as he stepped out of his shorts, smiling at how perfectly you the room seemed.  

You sat on the bed, wondering if you should ask him for lunch. Or would that seem too forward? What would you talk about? Conversation seemed to flow so naturally between you, and you couldn't deny the chemistry you felt with him. Or maybe it was just you, desperate to be touched again.

You heard the water turn off sooner than you expected. A few seconds later, he opened the door and stepped out, brushing his hands through his wet hair. "Seems like you were the one who used all the hot water" he said, collapsing on your bed next to you in his towel. Your eyes traced the muscles in his arms and his back.  

"I knew you would break it" you said, hitting him with one of your pillows.  

"Hey! I didn't come here to be attacked, yeah?" He said, taking the pillow from you and hitting you with it. You tried to grab it back and he yanked it from you, rolling over out of reach. You grabbed another pillow to hit him with and he rolled off the bed trying to dodge it, sending you both into a fit of laughter.  

"You're such an idiot." You said, wiping tears from your eyes.

"Yeah, well at least I'm not pathetic." He wore a false look of shock, mocking yours before laughing at you. You threw your pillow at him and he laughed even harder before he saw you grab another one and roll off the bed after him.  

He was on his feet faster than you thought possible, running to your living room. He ran into the corner by the sofa, and you thought you had him before he leaped over the arm to the floor behind you, laughing the entire time. "Gonna hit me with that, are you?"

"With my fists more likely" you said, turning to face him and showing him you weren't playing by holding a fist in front of you.

"Oh I'm shaking in fear" he laughed, backing away from you as you slowly advanced on him.  He backed into a wall and you swung a pillow at him that he took out of your arms. You went to hit him and he grabbed both of your wrists, forcing you against the wall you thought you had him pegged against. Maybe he was right about being pathetic.  

"You're cute when you're angry." He said, his face inches from yours as he held your hands pinned against the wall. You caught your breath as his eyes searched yours. And the laughter slowly faded as you both took in how close you were to each other – how little was between you. In all the activity your robe was slightly opened, and your still damp cleavage definitely caught his attention.

You didn't pull away when he kissed you. His lips were soft on yours and you melted against the wall, your hands still pinned next to your head. You wanted him to let them go so you could touch him. Straining against his hands, for a second you were afraid of how much stronger he really was than you.  

He let your hands go so he could run his hands down your body over your robe. It had been so long since you'd been touched like this and you felt like he was teasing you. Your breathing hitched as he cupped your breasts. He massaged them as he brought he lips back to yours. He slowly untied and opened your robe, placing his hands back where they were, but the coldness made you jump.  

"Sorry" he said before kissing you again. You felt so exposed, not having put on any underwear when you got out of the shower. You could feel your wetness pooling on your lips and you knew it wouldn't be long before it started to drip down your thigh. He pinched your nipples and you let out a whimper before kissing him more passionately. He reciprocated before letting go of your breasts to pull one of your legs around his hip and use the other hand to trace along your now exposed weeping slit.  

"You want me to touch you?" He asked, his voice deeper than usual sending vibrations through your body.  You nodded, closing your eyes in anticipation. He traced your lips slowly before plunging a finger in unexpectedly, making you gasp. He laughed as he brought his lips to your neck, sucking on your skin as he added a finger into you slowly. "God, you're so wet." He said into your neck and you were almost embarrassed by how close you were already. Almost.  

He stuck his fingers deep into you and turned them stroking your g-spot slowly at first before doing it faster. Your legs started to shake and John held you up as you clung to him, you breathing growing heavier as you felt so close to the edge. You whined involuntarily when he pulled his fingers out, but as he sank to his knees and put your leg over his shoulder you had to remind yourself to breathe. He licked along your slit once before diving in, flicking and sucking your clit as he placed his fingers back inside you.  

It wasn't long after that. "Fuck!" You said as you came, convulsing around his fingers as he used one strong hand to support your waist. Your hands were like death grips on his shoulders as you tried to keep upright while your legs shook under you and John didn't stop teasing you. You vision was white and your arms started to shake from the effort. Your breaths were hard and deep and you were sure you were going to collapse, but John had you.  

"Fucking beautiful" he said as he eased your leg down and stood up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on him and you felt your wetness running down your thigh. You could also feel John rock solid against your stomach as he kissed you and the thought of him inside you had you nearly ready to come again. You looked at him and saw him watching you, his strong blue eyes partially hidden behind his long lashes and you brought your lips back to his.  

"I want you to fuck me." You said into his ear before you traced it with your tongue. This was better than he expected, he had been waiting for this since he first laid eyes on you. You had the most breath taking smile, and he wanted so badly to be the reason for it. He never knew what to say to you so he was overjoyed when you suggested going running together. He only hoped he would be able to put his hands on your body, but watching you come undone so easily for him made him want to please you even more.  

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around him as he carried you to your bed. He set you down before climbing over you, but you pushed him so that he was laying on his back. You forced your leg over his body so you could straddle him and he helped you settle on top of him. You rubbed your still soaking slit along his cock, loving the velvety feel along your core. He watched you, placing his hands behind his head as you put your hands on his chest to steady yourself. You teased him like that for awhile and he watched you, licking his lips and loving the feel of your warmth spreading over him. You moved so that his head was at your entrance and you pushed slowly, both of you holding your breath as he entered you.  

It hurt. The feeling was white hot pain as you stretched around him, and John saw the pain in your face. He gently rubbed his thumb across your cheek and you kissed his palm, taking deep breaths as you adjusted around him before slowly moving your hips against him. John let you set the pace, not wanting to do anything to hurt you more but also loving the way you looked as you rode him. He watched your breasts bounce and couldn't help himself as he reached out to touch them, causing a moan to escape from you as he teased you. You rode him harder, using his body for your pleasure which was now eclipsing the pain. John reached down between you to rub your clit and you were done, letting out a strangled scream as you spasmed around his cock.  

John grunted in return as you fell against him, loving the feeling of you milking his cock, and he sat up to angle himself so he could drive into you. He fucked you through your orgasm, holding you by your hips as he slammed into you relentlessly. Tears formed in your eyes from the pleasure and overstimulation as you weakly held on to him. He lost it when you whimpered, finally coming inside you and collapsing on the bed with you on top of him. You rose and fell as he caught his breath, still shaking slightly, before he lazily traced circles on your back. The exhaustion overtook you and you were out, naked in John's arms.  

It was dark when you woke up with John asleep next to you, your legs still intertwined. You slowly untangled yourself, careful not to wake him before you went to take a shower. As the hot water poured over you, you stretched your body feeling the soreness from everything that had happened. You heard your door open and you turned to see John, still naked, rubbing his eyes as we watched your shallow attempt at modesty.

"Mind if I join?" He asked, as he opened the door and stepped in, pressing you against the wall to kiss you. You laughed to yourself, remembering what you were thinking only a few hours earlier.  

"You are going to let me finish one shower today, John Shelby" you said, pushing him away.  

"We'll see about that." He said, smiling before closing in on you again. You let your hands run down his chest as you kissed him back, thinking about how your imagination didn't even come close.

[weasleyimaginewheezes]

George Weasley x reader / The thieving squirrel 

Request: Maybe number 51 & 56 for the drabble with george? Also i really enjoy your writings. They're beautiful. (From anon)

A/n I’m so so sorry it took me this long to write it but here you are anon! And thank youuu for the compliment! This is from the old prompt list that I’m not using anymore because I wanted some fresh prompts. The new prompt list is here and if you really want to request with a prompt from the older post please specify in your request but otherwise I’ll only take them from the new list 😊 I’m terrible at explaining things so if you have any queries send me a message. This is ultimately funny domestic fluff between George and reader. I wrote it late at night and I honestly don’t know what this is but I hope you like it! Fred Lives!AU and I apologise for the title, it sucks. Gif not mine and is really just an excuse to see Oliver Phelps’ face. A/n

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#Prompt number 51: “Seriously, the chimney?” - “The squirrel can’t win!” 

#Prompt number 56: “Game’s over, you son of a bitch!!” - “Okay, just don’t hit me.”

Prompts here (Discontinued unless specified – see A/N).

Word count: 1.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, squirrels

Peace. Calm. Quiet.

3 things you didn’t expect to have in your house. But here you were with the only sound for miles being the chirp of a bird or the swish of wind. It was truly tranquil as you sat with your favourite book, reading contently on the sofa, wrapped up in one of your husband’s old jumpers.

The door to your home suddenly swung open. Half an hour of quiet seemed about right, you couldn’t expect any more than that during the day when you were married to George Weasley. Your head turned from reading the last word of the page to see your husband rather dishevelled. George’s hair was messed up, presumably from the wind and he looked quite angry.

“Georgie?” Your voice was curious as he peered back out of the door conspicuously before shutting it and taking a deep shuddering breath.

“The little rodent!” George said the words under his breath but they were unmistakable.

“What?” You placed your book to the side and swung around from your seat to better face him. George’s eyes met your inquisitive ones and he sighed heavily. He sat down in the space next to you and looked as though he was struggling with his explanation.

“A squirrel took my food.” George’s eyes didn’t meet yours as he spoke through gritted teeth. You swore you tried not to laugh but you couldn’t control it as it came out in slight snorts. George almost smiled at the cuteness of your laugh before remembering he was angry and he turned back to face away from you with crossed arms. “It’s not funny (y/n).”

You couldn’t breathe from how much you were laughing at the image of a cute squirrel stealing food from your even cuter husband. The minute you began to pant breathes, George shot you a foul glare. “I’m sorry honey but-“ You laughed once more before calming yourself in order to form a coherent sentence. “I’m sorry. Did you get the squirrel?” You bit your lip furiously to stop the laughter that bubbled in your chest. George could tell your question wasn’t serious but treated it as though it was.

“No, the little bastard escaped with the box of jelly beans.” George’s voice was full of despise. You fought every muscle in your body not to smile.

“Wait.” George’s eyebrows rose in expectancy. “It stole every flavour beans from you?” Your husband nodded seriously. “The whole box?” Another nod. You licked your lips in feigned concentration with a thoughtful sound, all of which was just an effort to not laugh at the image of a squirrel digging into a rotten egg flavoured jelly bean. You got up from the sofa, making an excuse to go and see to what was happening outside as Fred and Ron arrived.

A couple of days ago, George had decided it would be a bright idea to play quidditch outside the house with his brothers and Ginny. Of course, they had all been excited – many of them had not played the sport for a while and so were eager to jump on their broomsticks with a whole new playing field. Unfortunately, in all the excitement Ron and Fred had got a bit carried away with the game and after a rather harsh hit of a bludger, a tile of your roof had come cleanly off. You were livid with the two of them and insisted they fix it which is what they were currently doing now. Molly had suggested they do it manually and without magic as to further their punishment. After you had put this into practice, George kissed you on the cheek as Fred and Ron groaned in annoyance. “You’re gonna be the best Mum, love.” George chuckled as his brothers looked up how to fix a roof tile without magic.

Just as you opened the door to ask if Ron and Fred needed anything as they accended to the roof, George leaped up from his seat and had dived to look up the chimney. The tip of his wand illuminated as he squinted hard to look through the darkness. “A-Ha! I hear you, you little thief! I’ve got you now!”

You walked over and placed your hands on your hips, watching him. “Seriously, the chimney?” Your tone was disbelieving as you watched your husband became covered in cascading soot. At your question, George lifted his head to shoot you another pointed glare.

“The squirrel can’t win!”

You rolled your eyes and laughed at your husband’s vendetta before you heard a rustling noise and then a yelp from up above, it sounded like it came from the chimney. “See I told you! The little fucker is mocking me!”

Your curiosity peaked as you tried to look yourself but couldn’t without getting soot all over yourself. You shook your head and left George to it as you remembered you needed to check on Ron and Fred. The closer you got to outside, the more the yelp and scuffle became clearer. Your brain whirred trying to figure out what in Merlin’s name was happening.

You carefully climbed up to the roof and the sight you saw was enough to explain the noise but not the situation. Ron’s legs poked out from the top of the chimney as Fred held onto them whilst looking down the chimney himself.

“What the bloody hell is going on?!”

Fred was so shocked at your arrival and volume of voice that he became shocked. And then as if in slow motion, Fred let go of Ron’s legs and Ron fell sharply down the chute. You ran over to peer down as Fred swore loudly. Just as you were about to ask if the younger brother was okay, you heard a loud exclamation of triumph.

“Game’s over, you son of a bitch!!”

“Okay, just don’t hit me.” Ron’s echoed voice sounded frightened from down below as he curled into himself slightly. You immediately rushed down into the house, Fred’s uncontrollable laughter following you.

George lowered his pointed wand down from his brother with a mixed look of apology and disappointment that Ron hadn’t been the thieving rodent. Your eyes flickered to Ron who looked scared and a bit bruised but otherwise okay. You sighed a breath of relief at the sight of no broken bones as George flopped down annoyed onto the sofa.

“Oh Georgie, it was just a squirrel. I can buy you more jelly beans.” You knelt beside him and smiled amusedly. He smiled sweetly back and nodded knowing you were right, he leant down for a kiss just as Ron spoke up.

“A squirrel?” Ron questioned with a curious look. George nodded ashamedly.

“Yeah I know it’s ridiculous. Ha-ha let’s all laugh at George.” He mocked himself and turned his gaze away from his brothers and wife, especially his twin who hadn’t been able to talk through the amount of laughter he was emitting.

“No, not at all mate.” Ron sat next to George and patted his shoulder. “A damn squirrel took our instructions that’s why I was looking down the chimney because I thought I saw it run down there.” Ron looked to Fred for back up and Fred nodded.

“Yeah, it’s true. Shit,” Fred wiped a tear of laughter from his eye and took a deep calming breath. “I wish I’d have caught that on camera. Classic.” Ron glared at his older brother before looking determined at George.

“I say we go find that little prat and get our stuff back.” Ron pumped his fist in the air, obviously hoping to lead a rebellion of sorts but everyone including you just shook your head with disgruntled expressions.

George however decided that he wanted his sweets back and Ron joined him to retrieve his own lost item. Fred looked on at both of them with amused expressions.

“So, wait?” Both boys turned to you with innocent like expressions. “You want to go and find a random squirrel and get back food that he’s probably contaminated with whatever disease the little rodent has?” You looked entirely disbelieving at George as he and Ron nodded.

“This isn’t about food, this is a matter of pride now, love.” George looked so sure that you were definite this was an elaborate prank. You looked to Fred for help but he joined his brothers with his wand in hand, ready to fight but he was smirking as if in it for the joke. You shook your head in shock as all 3 exited the house and actually began searching for the squirrel.

“They’re all mad.” You noted as you watched George scan the trees for the squirrel. You ignored them the best you could and settled back in to read your book.

Half an hour later, you were surprised to see all 3 enter, Ron holding the muggle instructions to fix the roof. Fred and Ron excused themselves to go finish their task as George pouted. You laughed before kissing his pouted lips and assuring him that the squirrel had not ‘bested him’. George suddenly began to laugh quite loudly as he realised how ridiculous he had been over an animal, you joined in happily. George kissed you again before asking seriously, “How do you put up with me?”

“Because I love you and I married you so I sort of have to.” You scrunched up your face with a shrug which quickly turned to a smile with George’s continued laughter. He kissed you again deeply and as you began to kiss down his neck he happily ignored the squirrel that ran past the window, mentally sticking his middle finger up at the animal.  

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A Blood Red Reindeer Knows

There's a gingerbread man in an alley off Lollipop Lane giving out suck jobs for a candy cane. Lit on sugar stick, poor bastard's got his eyes on the oven.  He wants to go back in.  Came out too early the first time; came out soft.  Now he wants to stay inside until he's good and crisp, maybe even burnt up. Woe to the next Jelly Donut Jon who crosses him.  That fool's gonna get cut open, strawberry filling spilling out everywhere.  The Calico Pimp prancing around in boots, she won't be happy about it, but she'll let it slide.  She'd rather a donut died than her golden throat disappeared.  A lot of coins go down that gullet flowing to her pocket on a river of cream.

 Seeing that, not back in town five minutes, I realize I don't want to be here, but I heard from Vixen. She needs me.  I promised I'd come if she ever called.  

 I notice a car creeping behind me.  It could be any of a dozen rotten eggs I don't care to see.  Still, I pull my motorcycle into a diner on Butter Cream Boulevard.  By doing so I'm practically inviting an unpleasant conversation.  My only hope is they let me have a cup of hot cocoa before things get real.  

 Sitting at the counter I wave to the waitress.  When she comes over she can't take her eyes off my nose.  Most folks can't, whether they know what it means, or not.  I can't get used to it.  It's like they never seen red before.

 Snapping my fingers I say, "Hey, cup-a cocoa.  Extra marshmallows."

 "I'll have that right up."  She hops to it.  Blink of an eye there's a steaming mug in front of me.  I get one delicious sip before a badge sits next to me.

 Glancing over I recognize the copper, "Detective Lorenzo Elfberg, what a pleasure to see you again."

 "Cut the shit Rudy. What the fuck are you doing back in town?"  Lorenzo is from the old school, back when questioning a suspect meant beating a confession out of someone with a frozen hose.  I know. He's asked me a few questions.  

 I shrug, "No reason I can't be."

 "I bet I could find something."  Sliding into the vacancy beside me is a snowman.  

 I ask, "Who's this Frosty?"

 Next thing I know the snowman slams my head into the counter.  A few patrons look over, but as soon as Lorenzo flashes a badge they look away.

 Snowman growls, "The name's Milkshake.  Milkshake Snickerdoodle, and you don't use that word around me, got it punk?"

 Sitting up I straighten my leather jacket.  Now isn't the time to get weird.  However, I've been around.  I know a fishing expedition when I see one.

 So I say, "Didn't mean nothing by it.  Heard it in a snowballer song.  Figured y'all call yourself that now, taking it back as it were."

 Milkshake snorts, "Whatever ya backwoods whitetail trash."

 "Now who's being insensitive?" I say, and take a sip, "You boys ought to have some of this.  It's damn fine.  Might even calm you down."

 Lorenzo plucks a marshmallow off my coaster.  He says, "Whatcha been doing with yourself?"

 "Not that it's any of your business, I've been on the outskirts settled in with my girlfriend, Cari Bou.  Told her I had business in the city.  Only just rode in a half hour ago."

 "She a good woman?" Milkshake asks.

 "The best," I say.  Never meant it before, not even with Vixen, though once upon a time I thought I did.

 Milkshake says, "Then I bet you're in a hurry to get back to her."

 I am, but won't admit it. Watching the cops leave I can't help thinking a strong shove this early -- something is definitely stirring.  A smart person would take those threats seriously, and make no mistake when a cop says leave town there's always a threat in there, but I'm not smart enough to do what's best for me.  

After finishing my cocoa I get back on my bike. The engine growls, and I almost miss the sound of jingling bells, the shimmer of chimes.  Eyes to the sky I see Big Red's sleigh shooting across the heavens. A practice flight every night on the week before Christmas -- some things never change.  Then I notice something isn't right.  The silhouette of the sleigh suggests a reindeer is missing. I can't be sure which, but it puts a cold unpleasantness in my belly.

 So I speed my ass over to Vixen's house.  When I left she lived in a nice part of town, one of the perks of being a flier.  Of course, she isn't the original Vixen. That'd make her centuries old, but she qualified back in the day, got to assume the call sign when the time came. So it's a bit of a shock to see her jelly dot bungalow is a cracked, half melted mess.

 Parking my ride I notice a group of teddy bears loitering on the corner.  They seem to be watching the place.  Discretely getting a gun out of my saddle bag I stash it in a jacket pocket before heading up to Vixen's.  

 Knocking on the door causes it to open.  That's not a good sign.  Going inside I find the place isn't just torn apart, worse, there's blood on everything. Something vicious happened here, but I doubt I've got time to stick around.  Still, there's seconds enough to notice one oddity.

 On a wall there's a poster hanging that says, "Re-elect Papa Nash!"  He's the mayor of this icy burg.  If he gets re-elected that'll mean a fifth term, adding up somewhere near 22 years.  However, anyone with half a brain, not living in denial, knows Papa Nash doesn't run shit. Big Red is the only one with any political power.  Vixen knew that, hell, she taught it to me.  So why the poster?  

 She used to say, "Things have to change, Rudy, but sometimes I doubt they will.  Not with a vote anyhow."

I hear sirens in the distance.  Sensing a frame up is in the works I don't waste time. Hurrying outside I see the teddy bears have converged on my bike.  

 As I approach my ride the largest teddy bear says, "Where you think yer goin'?"

 Instead of chit-chatting I fire a few rounds into the bear's foot.  The rest scatter allowing me to hop on my bike, and ride.  I know where I need to go, but I don't know if there's time.

[richhybrid]

Ministry Psalm 69: The Way To Succeed And The Way To Suck Eggs 1992 Track Of Choice: Just One Fix I feel rotten today. The cold I have managed to avoid since the beginning of December has tracked me down. So I need something to blow this bastard away. I can't think of another album that blows things away than Ministry and Psalm 69. What staggers me is just how successful this strange Industrial Metal record was. A platinum album in the US and the single Jesus Built My Hot Rod got the 33 in the UK singles chart! WTF? Seems utterly impossible now doesn't it. For me though this album is about the dance floor. I think I've played many of these tracks in Rock and Metal clubs all over and they always get a good reaction. Also a word of advice. Don't drive to this album. You will break the speed limit. #BathTimeRecord #Vinyl #VinylPorn #VinylJunkie #VinylCollection #VinylRecords #Records #RecordCollection #RecordCollecter #AlbumArt #CoverArt #Analogue #OldSchool #33RPM #LP #LongPlayer #NowSpinning #NowPlaying #12Inch #TwelveInch #Wax #Albums #InstaVinyl #InstaMusic #Ministry #Psalm69 #Industrial #Rock #Metal https://www.instagram.com/p/B61FdG9pTBp/?igshid=1fdmyjr1pxg9q

[farcusdippenhump]

EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF THEM AND YOU. YOU ARE AN AMAZING ARTIST AND PERSON AND THOSE NONY BASTARDS SHOULD ALL GO SUCK A ROTTEN EGG WITH A STICK COATED IN HOTSAUCE UP THEIR NAUGHTY BITS.

Just because they feel the need to tear people down and that they think they can get away with it because the internet makes them anonymous doesn't give them the right to tell someone to kill themselves, least of all you. They are sad and pathetic whiny little people who think that they have to tear people down to get them on their level because misery loves company.

You are a wonderful person and the world would be an infinitely more dismal place without you and people like you.

You are NOT annoying. You are NOT a broken record.

But most importantly:

YOU ARE LOVED.

wanna know something?

YOU ALL ARE RIGHT.

[enchanted-flowers]

Love Me Love Me Love Me

Part 4

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Warnings: heavy mentions of vomit and waste, violence

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>Stay put

You decide to that it’s better to stay in the (somewhat) warm shed with the crazy skeleton rather than brave the cold. A part of you wonders if you made the right choice. You watch your opportunity slip away as Sans steps back, but a sudden CRACK thunders right outside and you screech, scrambling against the wall as if that would protect you. Sans flinches from the sound too and grumbles, but watching your terrified reaction, his eyes light up in amusement. 

“a tree got knocked over, nothing to worry that pretty little head, sweetheart,” the skeleton stands before you, and pets your head, “i will always keep you safe,” 

You lean away from his touch.

“Answers. You promised me answers.” you hiss, angry that you showed weakness in front of your captor. 

“i know,” Sans shrugs, stretching his arm and yawns, “but another time, i’m gonna go to bed,” 

“W-What?” you exclaim, your eyes blazing with fury, “But you said-”

“i said i’ll give you answers. but i didn’t say when. you should probably rest too, dollface,” Sans smirks triumphantly and makes his way toward the gate. 

“Y-You bastard!” gathering your courage, you hurl yourself toward the skeleton, fist raised, ready to strike, but the chain yanks you back, stopping your fists from reaching him. 

An angry snarl replaces his smirk and he punches you right in the stomach, knocking you down to your knees. Clutching the wounded area, you groan, ready dry heaving on the floor. 

In a low, cold, and serious tone sending shivers down your spine, Sans spat, “don’t you ever talk to me like that again.”

You gulp and whimper, keeping your head down to not meet his eyes. When you look back up, he’s already gone. You didn’t even hear him leave. You sigh and lean against the cold wall, wondering how your life got so screwed up. With tears falling out of your eyes, you drift off into restless slumber. 

You wake up a few hours later, the time too hard to tell with the constant dark skies and lack of clock. The blizzard still wails like a dying woman, but it looks like it’s getting better. You think. Wiping the drool off your face, you glance over at your vomit, stinking up the entire cell. Disgusting. Your stomach growls and you realize that you haven’t had real food in ages. Still, you’d rather starve than eat that shit again. Sans comes in a few minutes later, with the same container, but filled with green meatballs, smelling like rotten eggs. 

“Do you really eat this shit every day?” you turn away from the foul stench. 

“hell no. boss makes fresh food every day, but we never could finish them and the leftovers just pile up. my bro hates throwing his masterpieces away,” 

“They’re not masterpieces anymore,” you grumble. 

Sans chuckles, “a sense of humor. i knew you had it in you. now eat,”

Not wanting to get beaten again, you held your breath and quickly wolfed down on the meatballs, not wanting to drag this out any longer. 

“good human. pretty human. keep this up, and you might get a reward,” Sans praises and leaves. 

Over the next few weeks, you comply to his every demand. At least the food is getting better, but you still throw up in the corner every night. You let him pet you now, but his touches get more and more intimate, too much for your liking, but you suck it up anyway. You cell becomes grosser and grosser, as you’re forced to release your waste in the same corner as your vomit, since Sans gave you no way to relieve yourself. The skeleton visits you everyday, but doesn’t seem to mind. Maybe it’s because he can’t smell? 

“you’ve been so good lately, doll,” Sans coos as he finishes feeding you again, “you deserve a reward. tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you.”

“I want to go home,”

“sweetheart, you are home,” 

“my real home,” you bite. Sans looks at you blankly and you sigh, “Will you release me? 

“anything but that, dollface,” Sans says softly. 

You look around you. You could ask him to clean up your cell. You don’t know if you can handle the stench anymore. Rats and flies all scatter around the shed, making you sick. But you, yourself needs to be cleaned. You’re covered in shit, piss, and vomit, like a dirty animal, and with your wounds and inability to wipe yourself after doing your business, you’re definitely prone to infection. But you can also ask for a bucket, or anything to contain your waste. At least it’ll be easier to clean up and it’s not as exposed. Ugh, you’ve never sunk so low in your life, asking for basic necessities. 

>Ask for a shower

>Ask him to clean up the mess

>Ask him for a bucket

[jamie-berrymoore]

Frogland, USA

The forest was peaceful. Warm sunlight sparkling through green leaves, washing over bare skin like a mother’s caress; birds igniting the air with joyful song, filling ears with an intoxicating tune; insects buzzing with life, the sound reverberating through bone like a subwoofer and flowers blooming with heady scents, filling lungs like smoke.

It was a carnival of scent, sights and sounds. Diandra E. Nancarrow didn’t like it one bit.

“Where are you, you little bastard?” She muttered under her breath, biting at her lip in irritation.

Poppy gold eyes glanced through the brush, taking note of what she could and couldn’t see.

“A whole lot of nothing.” She’d been out here for an hour already, it was getting a bit frustrating. She shoved her hands in her pockets, to kept them from being free and idle and prowled her way through the trees, taking care to not step on any of the numerous wild flowers.

Something stirred in the bushes, but Dianne ignored it and pressed on. The monster never attacked on the first suspicious sound in the woods, it was always at least the second or third.

After a while a pungent odor, like rotten eggs, spoiled meat and rancid milk all wrapped in sweaty gym socks, slapped her in the face. After gagging for a few moments, she pulled a bandana out of her pocket and brought it up to her face to block the scent. “That’s noxious.” She complained, eyes watering a little, even as she pressed forward. She had a job to do after all. Her delicate sensibilities would have to take a backseat. But she made a point to reward herself with a three hour hot bath with that nice bath salt Maisie had bought recently.

The rustling in the bushes got louder and closer and Dianne stopped walking to peer over her shoulder. She got to see a wide mouth filled with needle like teeth before she had to duck and roll out of the way.

The frog was massive, easily seven foot tall, making it two feel taller than Dianne herself. It was a dark green with devilish yellow sclera and red irises. It dwarfed Dianne in weight class too; easily 200 or more pounds heavier the she.

Dianne sighed and dropped her hands to her side, fingers twitching. The frog croaked loudly, ominously and opened it’s mouth wide, tongue tensing for an attack.

Dianne held out a hand and whispered, “Incendio!” The creature’s strange barbed pink tongue exploded into flame.

The Frog howled and Dianne watched it flail about dispassionately, “You ate several nice dogs and cats. The neighbors are complaining.”

The beast groaned and turned hate filled eyes to Dianne. It’s throat bulged, like it was croaking. Dianne tensed and barely had enough time to throw herself out of the way as a spray of acid seared the ground where she had been standing. “Now that’s just rude. I blow your tongue up and you try to melt me. Man monsters these days, no respect.” She said dryly as she rolled to her feet.

The Frog jumped at her, mouth poised to engulf her and Dianne again held out her hand, “Fulmo Danco.”

Electricity jumped from her hand and into the Frog’s throat. Electrifying it from the inside out. There was a sound of something popping, much like a balloon, even as the frog fell dead in from of her. The noxious smell seemed to get worse, but all the organs inside of the Frog’s body had just been barbecued.

The contents of its stomach rushed out of its mouth, and Dianne jumped back to avoid getting anything on her shoes. If it could spit acid, who knew what it’s stomach fluid could do to her. Besides these were nice hiking boots, she didn’t want them to get ruined by frog juice.

Dianne sighed as looked at the cooling corpse of the Frog, “Too bad I couldn’t save the dog.”

Something stirred behind Dianne but before she could turn around to see if her luck had really turned out, there was agonizing pain through her shoulder as something blew through it. She cried out as the bared pink tongue wiggled about, and then drew back.

She clutched her shoulder, gingerly and turned quickly.

This Frog was ten foot tall, 400 pounds even, had a crown of horns, in it’s teeth where bones and appendages human and animal alike. A few looked fresh, a early as just this morning it would seem. “Let me guess you’re the sheriff ‘round these parts and you don’t take kindly to troublemakers.” The young Witch hissed, through her teeth.

A glow of green magic to her shoulder and the wound closed up, as if it had never been, though it still hurt like a motherfucker.

The King Frog roared and seemed to mourn its dead brethren. “Don’t you worry one bit, you’re gonna see him real soon. I’ll send you on a first class one way trip myself.” Dianne said viciously.

The King Frog turned his attention to her, and opened his mouth. It’s tongue shot out like a bullet and Dianne, “Ŝirmi!”

The barbed appendage bounced off of the glowing green shield of Dianne’s magic.

Dianne sucked in a breath and cast her gold eyes about looking for something to give her an advantage. The last frog had been slower, much slower than this and it had literally taken one spell to really do it in.

This larger one was by far faster, smarter and would probably taken more power to deal with.

“Vinberujo Vipo!” Vines sprouted from the trees and slammed into the Frog’s back. It roared in pain and turned to the trees, tongue lashing out and slicing them in half, like they were toothpicks rather than mightly oaks.

When the Frog turned around, the murder of its Kin was gone.

~~~~~~~

The lake was placid, surrounded by cattails, and water hyacinths, and dotted with water lilies in brilliant white and orange, scattered here and there were lotus flowers, pontederia and duckweeds. Fat dragonflies buzzed about the area, fish swam beneath the cool waters and nice normal frogs and toads croaked and sang. It was almost like a painting in it’s beauty.

The fresh, green wet scent of the plants and the water cleared Dianne’s head. She could come up with a plan here and finally be done with this case. She checked the owl shaped watch pendant around her neck for the time. 4:50 pm.

Not as bad as she thought, but she definitely wouldn’t be home in time for dinner. Still it was time to focus on the job at hand. That being getting rid of the Frog eating pets and people in the woods.

She rummaged through her owl shaped backpack and pulled out a small spell book, she had a vast collection of them, this one was a dark brown with gold embellishments, in the snape of a bare branched tree on the front.

She flipped through it, already knowing the spell she wanted out of its pages. It was a vicious nasty spell that ended in a painful death. But then again, that’s why it was considered dark magic. Dianne’s bag rustled and opened up, sticks of colored chalk and cans of edible spray paint floating out.

“Get to work, that Frog will be here soon.” Dianne said motioning to the ground, she also had a few back up spells in mind just in case her plan didn't work. ~~~~~ The King of Frogs, croaked as it emerged from the bushes, fresh blood dripping down its face and the wiggling leg of a deer being sucked down into its mouth. Dianne could hear the crunch and snap of bones and sickeningly enough could imagine the hot spray of blood bathing its throat.

It sniffed the air for the her. It knew she was was close.

Dianne put her morbid thoughts out of her head and turned her full attention to the frog. From her hiding place amongst the thick cattails she could see it but it couldn’t see her.

“Just come a little closer.” She mumbled quietly to herself. The Frog scented the air again and came a little closer, Dianne’s hidden trap covered in an illusion was just before it. A little bit closer and this would all be over.

“Come on Jay!!” An excited definitely female voice cried out. Dianne’s blood went cold as she looked over her shoulder. There a young lady pale skin, long blonde hair, big green eyes and of course wearing a bathing suit.

A bark followed her voice, as a dog that looked like a Yorkie mixed with a Jack Russell raced around her.

The Frog croaked ominously and Dianne could feel the delight rolling off of it in waves. It lunged about the same time as Dianne threw out her hands, “BARO!!”

The green light of her magic, wrapped around the girl and dog just before the Frog’s mouth closed around them. The giant creature was thrown back and Dianne darted out of the cattails to stand before the young woman.

The blonde shrieked and held her dog close to her chest.

“What the hell is that thing!!” “What the hell are you doing out here so late!!”

“I like to swim here. It’s quieter than the community pool.” The girl defended, looking around Dianne warily as the Frog shook itself and turned to the two girls with hatred and hunger in it’s eyes.

“Sorry no midnight snack for you.” Dianne called out loudly, to the girl she whispered, “Just stay in the barrier.” She threw herself at the Frog, spell already on her tongue, “Tembladera.” With a surge of magic, the ground underneath the Frog was transformed into a pit of quicksand. Hands made of the substance reached up toe pulled the Frog under.

It trashed and squirmed and croaked in anger. It’s tongue lashed out at Dianne like a whip and she cried out as it struck her in the chest. It was like being hit by a truck, a wet slimy truck.

Worse yet this time the sticky part of its tongue latched onto the skin of her collarbone. She yelped as it reeled her into her hungry maw.

Frantically she called out the first spell that came to mind, “Tondro de la Dioj!!!” A massive bolt of divine thunder slammed into the Frog, and subsequently dianne because she was connected to it.

Due to being an evil creature, the holy spell really packed a punch to the King Frog, but it was still a bolt of thunder and it hurt Dianne nearly just of much.

The tongue loosened its hold on her as it’ turned into a blackened crisp and the Frog moaned in pain.

Dianne dropped to her knees and nearly startled when she felt hands on her shoulders, “That looked pretty bad, but that thing is sinking in quicksand so we should go.”

Dianne wobbled to her feet, flinching as her limbs jerked and spasmed of them own accord, “No. If I leave it here without seeing the job through, then it could survive and continue to terrorize this forest and the town beyond it. You run go back though, this isn’t a place for you.”

The girl frowned a little and gripped Dianne’s arm tightly, “Why are you doing this?” Dianne shrugged her off and muttered a healing spell under her breath, she had enough magic for maybe five more spells, seven if she really watched her energy input. That Tondro de la Dioj, had really taken a lot out of her and her recent healing spell had lessened her reserves too. “It’s my job. I promised the Mayor, I’d find out and take care of whatever was eating all the pets and the people in the forest and here I am. A woman of my word.”

The dog barked and Dianne turned her attention back to the prize. The Frog was slowly freeing itself from the pit of quicksand. It’s skin was burn and bubbling in places, it spasmed randomly and its eyes were full of hate and it was trained on Dianne and Dianne alone.

Hate rolled off of it in waves and Dianne smirked at it, “Looks like it’s the last call on the dance floor.”

The Frog roared and leaped. Dianne pushed the girl in the water and bolted towards her trap. The Frog bounded off after her, pain and fury making it blind to far easier prey. Dianne sailed over her trap and whirled on her feet as quickly as she could.

The Frog landed in her hermetic circle trap, halfway in halfway out. It would have to do.

Toxic green magic pooled in Dianne’s hands and her eyes glowed the same color. Magic sparked at her tongue and she thrust both her hands out so quickly she nearly gave herself whiplash and spat out the name of her spell, “Sango Bolado!!!”

The Frog’s twitched for a second, before it’s upper half started to bubble and let off steam. It twitched and thrashed and then let out an unholy scream as blood leaked out of it’s eyes and mouth and nose, leaving horrible burn marks in the flows wake. The blood was literally boiling in it’s veins but only the upper half which had touched the circle. Eventually the King Frog dropped on the ground, struggling to breath. Blind eyes searched in vain for its opponent, burn crisp of a tongue to short to lash out at any one or anything. “That’s awful.” The girl soaking wet, said timidly as she ducked behind Dianne. She had no idea what was going on, but looking at the broken creature before her, she felt pity well up in her. “That’s the way it goes, Sprinkles. Evil monsters that threaten in human lives, get a kill order.” Dianne said softly, and held up her hand. “What are you going to do now?” The girl said clutching her dog close to her. “Finish it.” Dianne sighed as she stepped closer to the King Frog and touched her palm to it’s ruined flesh and quietly whispered, “Infernofaijro.”

The flames of hell greedily licked at the Frog’s flesh, and left nothing in it’s wake.

Dianne sighed and then stumbled to her knees, falling into the ash, “Yeah, that figures.” “Are you alright.” “Yeah, I’m just drained, I threw around a lot of high powered spells. The last three in particular really hit the old fuel tank, plus I healed myself twice today.” Dianne said. The girl crouched down besides Dianne, careful not touch the ash. “I’m Kiki and this is my dog Jay. Thanks for saving us.” Kiki said sincerely. “You’re welcome.” Dianne said, “Hey do me a favor; look in my bag and pulled out that donut for me.” “A donut in your backpack?” Kiki questioned. “Yep.” Kiki blinked in confusion but did as asked and pulled out the little chocolate covered, peanut butter filled hunk of heaven. Dianne happily took a big bite and felt all her troubles and fatigue just melt away.

A sugary peanut buttery, chocolate covered treat was just what the doctor ordered after a swashbuckling battle against a demonic frog. “So you’re a Witch?” “Magician but yeah.” Dianne answered as she finished off her donut. “And a monster hunter?” Kiki hedged. “Among other things.”

Kiki seemed to fidget for a moment and then leaned over to kiss Dianne’s cheek, “That’s so cool.”

Dianne chuckled, “Thanks.”

“So are you heading back to town?” Kiki asked. She cast a nervous look over her shoulder, at the woods she always played in and they seemed more sinister than they’d ever been in her entire life.

“Sure. I'll walk you home.” Dianne said, patting Kiki’s head, “There shouldn't be any more beasties about, but hey better safe than sorry.”

Kiki flushed, “Thanks. You can tell daddy that you finished the job!!” “Daddy?” “Yeah, the mayor of Washington is my daddy.” Kiki said proudly.

Dianne sighed, “Well what a coincidence.” She pushed herself to her feet, dusted herself off and turned to Kiki.

“Well then Miss Springer, shall we be off?”

Kiki giggled at eh flourish and took Dianne’s hand in her own, “While we’re at it you can call me all about your adventures I’m sure you have a lot of them.”

��I could spin you a tale or two.”

[xxdearlybeloved]

Runner’s High

Yet another smut filled Modern!John x Reader post because I was inspired.

You weren't going to make it and you knew it. You hated running, so this was a terrible idea to begin with. Your lungs felt like they were getting smaller and your legs were begging you to stop. "Not giving up are we?" John said, turning to look at you while he was still jogging in place, the bastard. You stopped completely and put your hands on your knees, trying to force air in your lungs. You shook your head and sat down (or fell down, who's judging?), deciding that this would be a nice spot to die.

"Oh no we don't" John said, coming over to you and taking both of your hands in his before pulling you up. "We're almost there!" You resisted, angling your weight back towards the ground.

"We're not even halfway" you wheezed. Going on a five-mile run with John seemed like a great idea, but you underestimated how fit he was. Or overestimated how fit you were. Apparently barre classes and running had different physical demands because your lungs were still screaming bloody murder at you.

"Fine, we can rest here but you're gonna finish this run." John said, letting your hands go and you actually did fall back onto the ground. John sat next to you and you watched people run and walk past as you waited for your lungs to function again. "You didn't tell me we were sprinting!" You said when you could form words again. He laughed, dusting grass off of his hands.

"You told me you wanted to try it!" He was right, you would often finish your workouts at the same time and run into each other on your way back to your apartments. You knew you hated running, but you wanted to get an excuse to hang out with him. He was so adorable, and you figured this was a great way to make your conversations more than "How was it today?"

"I didn't think you were going to try and kill me in the process." He laughed again, moving to stand. "Nooooo" you whined, but you let him pull you up. You were going to finish this run for your pride if nothing else.

You tried to keep pace with John, one foot in front of the other, just thinking about the amazing shower and ice cream you could have after this. Your focus was occasionally interrupted by watching him smile as they smiled at him. You couldn't blame them, John was very attractive. You tried not to take it personally as he had no way of knowing this was the closest you'd been on a date in about a year. Besides, it had been your idea, not his. He didn't owe you anything.

As you finally rounded the corner back to your apartment building, you had to admit you did feel great. "Last one is a rotten egg!" You called out as you sprinted past him to the driveway. You were sure you had one until he passed you at the last second, throwing his hands in the air.

"Even when you cheat, you can't beat me" he said through deep breaths. You pushed him playfully before taking the stairs to your unit. So close, but so far.

"Next time!" You called and he winked at you before opening the door to his own apartment.

You ran the water hot as you peeled the sweaty clothes from your body. Steam filled the room and you stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rush over your fatigued muscles. You debated sitting for awhile but you weren't sure you would be able to get up again. Maybe John would help you, you smiled to yourself imagining him picking you up in the shower.

John in your shower. His fit body pressed against yours as he pressed you against the wall, kissing you with water running over your bodies. You let the water rush over you as you spread your legs and let your imagination run wild as you ran your hands on your body, teasing yourself.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the doorbell, which startled you because you never had visitors. You debated ignoring it but shut off the water and grabbed your robe to make sure it wasn't an emergency. The doorbell rang again as you danced on your toes to the door, trying not to get water everywhere. You peeked through the eyehole and felt the blood rush to your cheeks as the subject of your imagination was leaning on the rail outside your door.

You didn't have to answer, or you could go and put on more clothes, or you could actually just see what he wanted. You opened the door enough for him to see just your face and he turned and smiled at you. "My roommate just told me our shower's busted, mind if I use yours?" He held up his shampoo and towel as evidence.

"So you can break mine, too? I don't think so." You said, opening the door wider to talk to him. He took you in, the robe clinging to your body in ways that definitely made him grateful he was wearing running tights under his shorts.

He cleared his throat as he brought his eyes back to yours. You were smiling at him, your head tilted to the side seemingly unaware of the thoughts that were crossing his mind. "Look... I'll only take a second. Please." And he made those adorable puppy eyes at you and you stepped back to let him in. "You're amazing" he said, kissing you on the cheek as he stepped into your apartment. You were grateful you made some attempt at cleaning up, as usually it – like you- was a mess.

He seemed to know exactly where to go, probably because the layouts were so similar. "Wait a second!" You called after him as he pulled off his shirt and walked into your room. You went to catch up with him so you could get your clothes off of the floor. "You interrupted my shower, so don't use all the hot water, yeah?"

He smiled at you before closing the door. He had to put something between him and you in that robe. He turned on the water and looked around your bathroom as he stepped out of his shorts, smiling at how perfectly you it seemed.

You sat on the bed, wondering if you should ask him for lunch. Or would that seem too forward? What would you talk about? Conversation seemed to flow so naturally between you, and you couldn't deny the chemistry you felt with him. Or maybe it was just you, desperate to be touched again.

You heard the water turn off sooner than you expected. A few seconds later, he opened the door and stepped out, brushing his hands through his wet hair. "Seems like you were the one who used all the hot water" he said, collapsing on your bed next to you in his towel. Your eyes traced the muscles in his arms on and his back.

"I knew you would break it" you said, hitting him with one of your pillows.

"Hey! I didn't come here to be attacked, yeah?" He said, taking the pillow from you and hitting you with it. You tried to grab it back and he yanked it from you, rolling over out of reach. You grabbed another pillow to hit him with and he rolled off the bed trying to dodge it, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

"You're such an idiot." You said, wiping tears from your eyes.

"Yeah, well at least I'm not pathetic." He wore a false look of shock, mocking yours before laughing at you. You threw your pillow at him and he laughed even harder before he saw you grab another one and roll off the bed after him.

He was on his feet faster than you thought possible, running to your living room. He ran into the corner by the sofa, and you thought you had him before he leaped over the arm to the floor behind you, laughing the entire time. "Gonna hit me with that, are you?"

"With my fists more likely" you said, turning to face him and showing him you weren't playing by holding a fist in front of you.

"Oh I'm shaking in fear" he laughed, backing away from you as you slowly advanced on him. He backed into a wall and you swung a pillow at him that he took out of your arms. You went to hit him and he grabbed both of your wrists, forcing you against the wall you thought you had him pegged against. Maybe he was right about being pathetic.

"You're cute when you're angry." He said, his face inches from yours as he held your hands pinned against the wall. You caught your breath as his eyes searched yours. And the laughter slowly faded as you both took in how close you were to each other – how little was between you. In all the activity your robe was slightly opened, and your still damp cleavage definitely caught his attention.

You didn't pull away when he kissed you. His lips were soft on yours and you melted against the wall, your hands still pinned next to your head. You wanted him to let them go so you could touch him. Straining against his hands, for a second you were afraid of how much stronger he really was than you.

He let your hands go so he could run his hands down your body over your robe. It had been so long since you'd been touched like this and you felt like he was teasing you. Your breathing hitched as he cupped your breasts. He slowly massaged them as he brought he lips back to yours. He slowly untied and opened your robe, placing his hands back where they were, but the coldness made you jump.

"Sorry" he said before kissing you again. You felt so exposed, not having put on any underwear when you got out of the shower. You could feel your wetness pooling on your lips and you knew it wouldn't be long before it started to drip down your thigh. He pinched your nipples and you let out a whimper before kissing him more passionately. He reciprocated before letting go of your breasts to pull one of your legs around his hip and use the other hand to trace along your now exposed weeping slit.

"You want me to touch you?" He asked, his voice deeper than usual sending vibrations through your body.  You nodded, closing your eyes in anticipation. He traced your lips slowly before plunging a finger in unexpectedly, making you gasp. He laughed as he brought his lips to your neck, sucking on your skin as he added a finger into you slowly. "God, you're so wet." He said into your neck and you were almost embarrassed by how close you were already. Almost.

He stuck his fingers deep into you and turned them stroking your g-spot slowly at first before doing it faster. Your legs started to shake and John held you up as you clung to him, you breathing growing heavier as you felt so close to the edge. You whined involuntarily when he pulled his fingers out, but as he sank to his knees and put your leg over his shoulder you had to remind yourself to breathe. He licked along your slit once before diving in, flicking and sucking your clit as he placed his fingers back inside you.

It wasn't long after that. "Fuck!" You said as you came, convulsing around his fingers as he used one strong hand to support your waist. Your hands were like death grips on his shoulders as you tried to keep upright while your legs shook under you and John didn't stop teasing you. You vision was white and your arms started to shake from the effort. Your breaths were hard and deep and you were sure you were going to collapse, but John had you.

"Fucking beautiful" he said as he eased your leg down and stood up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on him and you felt your wetness running down your thigh. You could also feel John rock solid against your stomach as he kissed you and the thought of him inside you had you nearly ready to come again. You looked at him and saw him watching you, his strong blue eyes partially hidden behind his long lashes and you brought your lips back to his.

"I want you to fuck me." You said into his ear before you traced it with your tongue. This was better than he expected, he had been waiting for this since he first laid eyes on you. You had the most breath taking smile, and he wanted so badly to be the reason for it. He never knew what to say to you so he was overjoyed when you suggested going running together. He only hoped he would be able to put his hands on your body, but watching you come undone so easily for him made him want to please you even more.

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around him as he carried you to your bed. He set you down before climbing over you, but you pushed him so that he was laying on his back. You forced your leg over his body so you could straddle him and he helped you settle on top of him. You rubbed your still soaking slit along his cock, loving the velvety feel along your core. He watched you, placing his hands behind his head as you put your on his chest to steady yourself. You teased him like that before awhile and he watched you, licking his lips and loving the feel of your warmth spreading over him. You moved so that his head was at your entrance and you pushed slowly, both of you holding your breath as he entered you.

It hurt. The feeling was white hot pain as you stretched around him, and John saw the pain in your face. He gently rubbed the his thumb across your cheek and you kissed his palm, taking deep breaths as you adjusted around him before slowly moving your hips against him. John let you set the pace, not wanting to do anything to hurt you more but also loving the way you looked as you rode him. He watched your breasts bounce and couldn't help himself as he reached out to touch them, causing a moan to escape from you as he teased you. You rode him harder, using his body for your pleasure which was now eclipsing the pain. John reached down between you to rub your clit and you were done, letting out a strangled scream as you spasmed around his cock.

John grunted in return as you fell against him, loving the feeling of you milking his cock, and he sat up to angle himself so he could drive into you. He fucked you through your orgasm, holding you by your hips as he slammed into you relentlessly. Tears formed in your eyes from the pleasure and overstimulation as you weakly held on to him. He lost it when you whimpered, finally coming inside you and collapsing on the bed with you on top of him. You rose and fell as he caught his breath, still shaking slightly, before he lazily traced circles on your back. The exhaustion overtook you and you were out, naked in John's arms.  

It was dark when you woke up with John asleep next to you, your legs still intertwined. You slowly untangled yourself, careful not to wake him before you went to take a shower. As the hot water poured over you, you stretched your body feeling the soreness from everything that had happened. You heard your door open and you turned to see John, still naked, rubbing his eyes as we watched your shallow attempt at modesty.

"Mind if I join?" He asked, as he opened the door and stepped in, pressing you against the wall to kiss you. You laughed to yourself, remembering what you were thinking only a few hours earlier.

"You are going to let me finish one shower today, John Shelby" you said, pushing him away.

"We'll see about that." He said, smiling before closing in on you again. You let your hands run down his chest as you kissed him back, thinking about how your imagination didn't even come close.