#the one where he's spitting out water dear fuckin god

[hofmanns]

Es loco porque yo miro ese evento [los Oscar] con mucha perspectiva por mi propia historia, por la lejanía que hay entre ser un actor de Uruguay y asistir a esa gala. No existe un precedente. Desde esa dimensión tan remota, me sentí como un espía, como si realmente no fuera parte.

It's crazy because I look at that event [the Oscars] with a lot of perspective for my own story, because there's no precedent with being an actor from Uruguay and attending that gala. I felt like an intruder, like I didn't really belong.

ENZO VOGRINCIC, photographed by Guy Aroch for ESQUIRE España

[barleyo]

shigaraki piss plsplspls

Caught.

Shigaraki X Fem! Reader (smut)

Warning: Don't like? Don't read! I know this topic/fetish is a little uncomfortable for some, but that's no excuse to shame others! Scroll on by if you do not wish to read this, and have a great day!

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, my dear anon. I’m truly sorry for the wait, and I know, it’s been an unacceptably long one, perhaps even a full year! I hope you don’t mind that I made it a female reader, or that it’s a little short. Thank you for the request.

Wordcount: 1.1K

Tags: Panty stealing, degradation, MESSY oral sex, humiliation, teasing, slight dub-con, piss play, water sports, smut, male masturbation, oral (m receiving), delayed/no orgasm, panty fucking, slight piss drinking, porn without plot.

As she was standing outside Shigaraki’s door, she could hear the lewd groans leaving his mouth. Cracking the door, she took in the sight of him burrowing his cock into a pair of her underwear. She could only see his lower half, pants at his knees, as he desperately pumped at his cock, forcing the lacey material up and down.

The sight of him defiling her unmentionables excited her, and she wanted to see more. She slowly cracked the door, just enough to reveal his face. His eyes were clouded and lust filled. Beads of sweat glided down his scarred face. She squeezed her thighs together, containing the heat festering between her legs. (Y/N)’s face got hotter the longer she watched him.

She noticed he was close to climaxing, his chest heaved and his pumps became sporadic and rough. She pushed the door a little further, desperate to see even more of him. The door squeaked as she pushed it, and he quickly threw a blanket over his crotch.

“What the fuck, dude,” he turned around, “(Y/N)? God, I thought you were one of the others, like, recording me or some shit. Come in,” he tossed his blanket off and threw (Y/N)‘s panties beside him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a creep—,” She quickly walked around his couch, looking away from him.

“Whatever, I don’t care.” He stuck his leg out and tripped her, landing her right between his legs, “You can take these back, by the way,” he grabbed her panties and held them out in front of her.

She pushed herself up to her knees and snatched them, still embarrassed. He rolled his eyes and started tracing the tip of his dick, collecting the precum around it. He rolled the wetness around his fingers, staring down at her with a bored expression. (Y/N) looked up at him, wordlessly asking if she could touch him.

“There you go.” Shigaraki shoved his wet fingers into her mouth, gliding them in and out. “You can work on these before you do.”

She ran her tongue over the pads of his two fingers, savoring the leftover precum stuck on them. She gripped onto his pant leg and nuzzled her head on his thigh, keeping herself in place while he pushed his digits deeper into her mouth. Spurts of dribble ran down his fingers onto his lap.

Shigaraki pushed his fingers farther down, feeling her throat constrict around his fingers. He brought them back, almost out of her mouth, before forcing them back down, gagging (Y/N) with them.

“Alright, enough.” He removed his fingers from her mouth, wiping the excess wetness off on her cheeks while her drool stained her chin.

He placed his thumb on her bottom lip, urging her to open her mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ messy. Always makin’ a mess for me to clean up.” he wiped the spit off her chin, and tilted her head up. “How ‘bout I make a mess for you this time?”

She nodded, eyes clouded with her pricked tears. 

“Yeah, open up then.”

He tapped his tip on the flat of her tongue. A thin strip of pre covered her tongue, and he rubbed it in with the head of his cock. 

(Y/N) wriggled her tongue around the length, starting at the base and traveling up the underside to the tip, where she wrapped her lips around it and sunk down, filling her mouth with as much of his dick that she could manage.

“You can take more of it than that,” he said, rolling his eyes. 

Shigaraki placed a tight grip on the back of (Y/N)‘s head and guided it down. He pushed the swollen tip of his cock past her lips, slowly bobbing her head up and down. The salted taste of skin filled her mouth while she was wrapped around his length. Sinking down all the way, she squirmed in discomfort as his cock’s tip rested at the back of her throat, bumping into it with shallow thrusts. 

“Ah, you’re fine, stop gagging like that.” He brought his hips up harshly, burrowing into the tightness of her throat even further. “And stop— mhm… stop moving.”

A grumble erupted from his chest. His face flushed warmly, and his eyebrows came together in a tight knit. 

(Y/N)’s head became dizzy as she struggled to breathe through her nose with the pressure of his cock in her throat. She coughed over his length, feeling herself choke on him. 

He pulled her off, giving her a second to catch her breath. 

“Are you done with the dramatics?” he asked, panting while his chest heaved.

“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” (Y/N) said, voice hoarse and thin. “Ready.”

“Mm. Got a different idea now,” he said, face blank except for a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Hold still this time.”

She furrowed her brows, confused but willing to go along with him. She positioned her mouth over his cock again, feeling his hand grab the back of her head again. 

Shigaraki barely pushed her head down this time, merely holding her in place while he stroked her hair. 

“I did say it’s time I make a mess, yeah?”

“Hmph?” She tried to speak back, but she was muffled. Her eyes darted up to meet his.

“Swallow, (Y/N).”

Her eyes widened as a bitter, salty taste flooded her mouth. She gagged and sputtered, causing some of it to trail down her throat.

“There you go, all of it now.”

She felt her mouth get filled with the piss. She forced herself to swallow more of it, refusing to let it build up and stay in her mouth. 

“Yeah, swall– swallow, yeah, so good,” he cooed, drinking in the panicked look on her face.

Shigaraki released the back of her head and let her pull off. She spit what was left out of her mouth, letting it dribble down his cock and pool into his lap. 

“What the fuck?!” she coughed out, hacking and spitting the taste out of her mouth and back onto his crotch. 

He grabbed her quickly and pulled her into his soaked lap, having her straddle him. She tried to keep an angry expression, but could not hold it while she saw how he looked at her. His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth curled into a small grin. 

“Did you enjoy cleaning up my mess this time?”

(Y/N) sighed and stuck her tongue out at him. Shigaraki pulled her forward and placed his lips against hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring the taste he left in it. When he was satisfied, he pulled back and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her chest.

“Did you just kiss me?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so fucking gross, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, snickering. “I know.”

[hotwings0203]

Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.

[swtki]

HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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[savorysatori]

— 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. ✗

paring : ushijima x f!reader x tendou.

usage of ‘she/her’ pronouns.

— synopsis : sex with your boyfriend, ushi, was always the same- sometimes even including kinks that you both were fond of, just the usual. yet, what happens when he develops a certain kink to watch his dearest friend fuck you?

content warning: dumbification, non-con, choking, filming, degradation/praise, mentions of anal, blindfolded, oral, use of pet names, sir kink, breast play, biting, dark content.

“Sluts always fall to their knees at the sight of my fingers, dear, what’s so special about you?”

It was a fantasy. That’s all, nothing else. All he did was imagine you withering underneath the touch of his friend’s grasp. It was nothing more, yet, why did he want to make it a reality?

Every glance and stare you gave him, your eyes lingering over the soiled up band-aid’s around his fingers, your thighs clenching together. Ushijima didn't understand. He only observed, watching you closely and the way you interacted with his dear friend. Watching when you purposely slid closer to him during a conversation, all in front of ushi’s eyes. Almost like you didn’t care if he was there.

Yet, here you were laying on his comforter with thin lace draped over the dewy skin of your thighs; nail marks from his rough hands. Giggles leaving your throat like you weren't just eyeing Tendou from his previous practice. It made him mad. Did you completely forget about your seductive gazes going towards Tendou with no shame?

Or were you playing dumb?

“Toshi! Toshi! That t-tickles, ah!”

His calloused palms stopped from running along the curve of your hip, coming to a pause to stare at you, uneasiness settling inside your stomach.

“Babe?-”

“Let’s play a game.” His tone was short & sharp, leaving you no room to question his sudden change of demeanor. You were used to his mood swings but, something like this didn't make you feel good. “I want to try something new, you don't mind, right?”

You shook your head no, of course, you always let your boyfriend explore new kinks because you knew he was curious. Yet, you wish you could go back and change your mind.

The tightness of the material from the ragged towel dug into the side of your cheek, easing a hiss from you. The way the rigid binds locked your arms tightly together - made a new form of excitement fill you up.

Ushijima’s palm was placed on your cheek, running the pads of his thumb against your cheek. You instantly nuzzled against it, sighing in contentment at his soft touch.

“You’ll be a good girl for me right?”

“Yes, of course.” Disobeying him wasn’t a option, you learned to always be careful what you say, especially around Ushijima.

Your shirt was long forgotten. Discarded on the tile floor, along with your bra. Harsh lips were encircled around your nipple, suckling the sensitive flesh. Grazing his teeth against your erect bud, a small hiss left your lips. He’d pull off of it, glistening salvia dripping from both swollen nipples. You’d squirm as he kneaded your soft breast; squeezing it gently and flicking your nipple occasionally to get a rile out of you.

“Ah, u-ushi..!” your nerves were going haywire, brain fuzzy and hard to understand. He’d plop a sweet kiss on your lips, savoring the taste of your chapstick. As he places both of his hands on your thighs, each finger gripping the supple flesh and spreading your legs apart; gawking in awe at your sweet cunt already drooling onto the satin sheets. Before he could finally soothe away the ache between your thighs, a voice speaks up.

“My Turn.”

The voice was low and breathy, if you leaned closer it would also sound child-like. It didn't take long for you to recognize the voice. You twisted around in the binds, squirming to try and get them off of you.

��At least let me prep her first.” nothing was coming to you, you couldn't decipher what was happening. Nothing was clicking in your brain, ‘what was happening right now?’

“Prep? You've had her for so long, I’m sure she's used to your cock now, if so - she’ll be used to mine as well.”

Tendou.

Ushijima’s hands were dusted off your thighs as he sat back, watching everything unfold.

Tendou inched closer to you, peering down at your obvious confused state, eyes creased together with a frown stretched onto your lips, how cute. He’d squeeze both your cheeks together, leaning down to whisper in a honey-like voice,

“I don’t tolerate bad girls kitten, don’t mess this up for yourself, yeah?” His words were sharp, nothing like you’ve heard before. He papped your left cheek and stood up, pleased to see you nod obediently, becoming completely powerless to him with just setting authority. “She’s a good one Toshi, make sure to keep her because if you don't, I'll just snatch her up!”

Ushi grunted as Tendou smirked, even more, turning his attention back to you and swiping a finger over your lips. “Let’s get started, yeah?”

Whatever clothes were on him were long gone, tossed onto the floor. His fingers digging into your scalp, gripping it tightly as you warm throat hugged his cock. Balls slapping against the under of your chin, spit spluttering everywhere. It was a lewd sight.

“Hey, ushi, you don’t mind if I video her do you?” He’d ask, already pulling out his phone. “Just a lil’ something for later alright sweetheart, hm.”

The way that nickname rolled of his tongue only made you want to please him more, show him how could ease all his problems away with just some oral. Your head moved on its own, your tongue rolling over the thick width of his cock head. His gaze lust-lidded, glossed over with bliss. Gathering all of your loose strands of hair in a ponytail, he’d buck his hips forward and keep the camera trained on your messy face coated in pre-cum.

“F-Fuck- keep going sweetheart, you’re doing so good for a well-trained slut.”

Tendou kept your head in place, catching everything on film as he dumps his thick cum in your mouth, covering your mouth in his semen.

“God damn— little slut knows how to swallow like a pro, aye?”

He pulled out of your mouth, his once hard cock softening to its normal state. Droplets of cum dripped from your mouth as you eagerly swallowed it up, your mouth only watering for more of his cum, for more of his cock. A whine rippled from your lips. You were so hopeless, so desperate, you needed him. Badly.

“Oh? Are ya’ horny for me? Yer’ getting off on your boyfriend’s best friend cock? You’re adorable, baby.” He held the back of your head tight, smearing the rest of his dripping cum onto your swollen lips. “Such a good girl.”

“hngh- Tendou..” your scraped knees dug into the mattress, face pushed against the sheets. You were so pretty, cunt already glistening with shiny arousal and Tendou didn't have to lift one finger, he thought you were so cute.

Ushijima would admit, and he would tell you later — you looked adorable, defenseless under Tendou. Hands restrained with eyes covered, you were weak to his gaze and his hands. Nothing could stop him from doing anything to you, nobody could step in. Not even ushi.

His red hair prickled against your cheek, his hands circling your throat and applying pressure to it slightly. “Yer’ so pretty, sweetheart, all nice and warm f’me back here.” He’d angle your head up to face the camera, the flash of light shining on your messy face. The blindfold came undone around your face and slipped off your eyes, revealing the sparkle of lust gleaming in them.

“T-Tendou, hngh.. please- I want it, so badly.” you were in need for the feeling of his cock inside you, dragging along your silky walls, easing his cock head in and out of you. You wanted it all.

“Sorry sweetheart, I only give cock to good sluts who address me as ‘sir’ anything else, and I see you as nothing but filthy.”

Sir?

The moment you parted your lips, you blurted out the word immediately.

“S-Sir! please, f-fuck—“

A cruel smile sprawled onto Tendou’s face, papping your cheek- he'd push away your thighs to lean closer, pressing asweet kiss to your cunt. His eyes holding a sadistic glint. “Maybe I should fuck this cute hole right here, just to tease ya’ and make you completely melt under me.” He’d coo, his finger pressing against your asshole. You'd twitch and nod your head. You would accept anything from him at this moment, anything to feel the veins of his cock.

You were already wet, nice, and dripping to which he didn't have to prep you. He’d switch you to where you were in a mating position, knees pressed to your chest and face peering up at him, ready to take anything he was going to give. When he sat up, your eyes traveled down to his semi-hard cock, staring in astonishment. The tip is red and bulging, veins pumping through the base — tiny drops of pre-cum leaking from the front.

“Ah, I already know you’ll welcome my cock well, pretty baby.”

Tendou leaned down eye-level, keeping contact with you as he pushed his cock into you, his eyebrows knitting together when your warmth sucked him in nice and tight. You bit your lip, eyes watering up at his size, you wondered how you even took him in.

“W-Wait- too fast.. gentle, please.” Your voice was croaky through whines, eyes twitching with tears when he sunk further into the depths of your cunt.

“Shh, you’ll like it. Just wait, baby.”

With that, he’d thrust into you, forcing his fat head past your tight ring of muscles. You’d yelp as he breached past the barrier, leaving you to babble and sob against the pillow like you did with Ushijima.

“Yer’ squeezing me so tightly, darling.” He leaned down to kiss you sloppily, saliva dripping from your chin the minute he pulled away. He’d runt his hips into you, massaging your thighs while he fucked you stupid, the noises leaving your lips filling him up with pride. “Pretty fuckin’ girl, hugging my cock so w-well, think I might cum right here.”

Shifting his hips, he held your legs up and hit your ‘sweet spot’, pounding into you quickly from then on.

“S-Sir!” Rolled off your tongue delicately, voice breaking down shortly from the immense moaning pouring from your mouth. Skin and skin smacking against each other, Tendou’s cock pulsing in your velvet walls.

“Gonna cum? Go ahead, cum for me pretty one. Show me how much you love my cock, c’mon baby - yer’ pussy is gushing all over me, might as well cum.”

His dirty words going in from one ear and going out the other, letters all jumbled up together leaving your mouth. Phrases and babbles for “Sir!” sputtering out. Your mind was in a frenzy, eyes glossed over in a dumb look. You could barely even see with your vision so blurry, everything like a bubbly blur.

Your walls tightened around him as he intensifies his pace, cock slipping in and out of you with a slum of pre-cum everywhere.

“S-Sir! ‘m gonna.. Ten-” anything coherent diminishing from your mind as soon as you came, your cum coating his cock head fully.

Beads of perception rolling down his face, Tendou slipped out from your pussy. Face all sweaty with eyes glazed over with bliss. He’d pump his cock in his hand, stroking the sensitive flesh — your pretty little pants were enough for him, his hand gripping his cock as he unleashed his cum onto your stomach.

“Pretty girl, you look so cute with my cum on your stomach.” He’d coo. Picking up his phone from behind, he snapped a picture of your body, making sure to save it for later.

“Thanks for letting me fuck your girlfriend, tosh, I'll repay the favor later.” Tendou pulled up his pants and papped your cheek like before, grinning down at you. “I’ll see you later sweet cheeks and your pretty pussy.”

Toshi’s eyes watched Tendou leave the room and your fucked out body on his bed, cum smeared on your stomach with fluids everywhere. He wouldn't lie, it was a pretty sight. At least he knew this wouldn't be the last time he fucked you, Toshi knew Tendou always wanted another turn, always wanted the cycle to continue.

[zodiyack]

Heart Of Gold

Pairing: John Shelby x Female!Reader, Polly + Female!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1,896

Summary: Polly cares for Y/n in private, feeling sympathy for the woman left with her five year old boy and no money or food, but John stumbles in on one of their meetings and can’t help but be nosy.

Note: So! I won’t be active this weekend, hopefully I upload a couple fics to my que beforehand (I’m planning on it, but I can’t promise anything). also, pardon my shock of just now discovering that fridges have existed since like 1805, and my odd hysteria over the word count... John was born in 1895 lmao

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @simonsbluee​, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

“Polly!” The little boy, knots and tangles in his beautiful h/c hair, ran to the woman and giggled as she lifted him up. She held him on her hip, walking to Y/n and giving her a side-hug.

“It’s nice to see you too, Jonas.” Polly smirked at Jonas. His appearance was rather “rich-looking” despite him being nowhere near such. The truth was, ever since the Peaky Blinders had been making tons and tons of money, Polly had been helping Y/n and Jonas.

When she first met them, she had just bought herself a gorgeous gown. She remembered stumbling upon the little boy, his mother chasing after him. Halting in place, she began chuckling to herself as the boy flashed her a smile, his two front teeth nowhere to be found.

Polly took them in. Sneaking them into the house when the rest of the family had left, buying them clothes, teaching Y/n stuff like baking- cooking- sewing- really anything that could help her and Jonas. She felt like she was a mother all over again, only this time, to a woman and the woman’s son.

But, hey, she wasn’t one to complain.

“His teeth are growing back in. Soon, he will be a big boy, isn’t that right Jojo?” He nodded in response. Jonas opened his mouth and tapped his gums, where, sure enough, two tiny teeth were poking out- slightly visible but not that much. Polly rubbed his cheek, pinching slightly, and kissed the opposite one.

“When I’m a big boy, I get to help!”

The women laughed with adoration and intrigue. “How so, little Jojo?”

“Well...I can protect mommy. That’s what big boys do, especially the big-big boys- they fight in wars against other big-big boys.”

He had a great amount of bravery and an equal, possibly even greater, amount of imagination to balance it out. Having never known his father, Jonas took it as his sworn duty to care for and protect his mother. And while Y/n found amusement in her mini knight in shining armor, she felt insecure in her parenting skills; if he were to make it his duty to protect her, thus taking what she felt her was job as a mother, what would she do?

Polly had been their savior and somewhat-Y/n’s-counselor. In summary, Pol had known how Y/n felt about her little boy’s confidence, many worries consisting of his safety, her insecurities, and how their relationship would turn out as he grew older.

“That’s right. However, little one, your mummy would like to protect you until you’re old enough to protect her and yourself.” Polly brushed his hair from his eyes. She studied his small face for any negative reactions before continuing, “Is that alright with you?”

He thought for a moment and brought his finger to his lips. As he furrowed his brows and scrunched his face, his baby-fat clung to his cheeks and made his expression look more cute than intimidating. “I guess... But I can still protect her...right?”

“You can protect each other.”

“Hooray!” Jonas’ arms flung into the air whilst he began to celebrate.

“Alright, aright, Mr. Hero. It’s time for your bath.” Y/n traded the set of clothes and a small-ish towel to Polly in exchange for her son. She kept him busy as Pol started the boy a bath.

It was a regular routine. Twice a week they’d come in to bathe, eat, get some homeschooling done, and just have some social interaction time with someone they both knew and were actually comfortable with.

They put him into the tub and allowed him some time to play. Polly looked at her pocket-watch, noting the time it had been when he’d got in, and made sure to check ever now and then for when he would be required to start the actual bathing process.

“You can take a nice, long, bath after, dear.” Polly had never been subtle about her observation-skills, and today was no different; she waited until the tea was done before continuing to talk, pouring two cups of tea and a cup of milk. She set a cup of tea in front of Y/n and the cup of milk in front of the seat next to her. The third teacup was in her hands as she sipped it slowly.

“Pardon?”

“You’re stressed. You’ve got bags under your eyes, Jojo has way to much energy to be normal, you can hardly keep up with him, not to mention- the way you looked at that hot water...”

“It’s fine... I-”

“No.” Polly set her cup down, “It’s not ‘fine’, Y/n. You’re stressed. That’s normal for a parent. You just need some time to relax. I know you usually just wash your hair and body- but please; take advantage of this. Take advantage of it, for once.”

Y/n laughed for a second, but stopped when she realized Polly had been serious. “W-what do you mean?”

“Stay in that tub. Wash yourself before or after- I don’t care. Just stay in it, relax in the warm water, close your eyes if you’d like, anything as long as you relax and stay in the tub.”

“I’m ready!” Jojo’s high-pitched voice rang from the other room, catching both adult’s attention.

Polly downed the rest of her tea and stood up, pushing her chair in. She didn’t leave without giving Y/n a kind smile that disguised the pensiveness in her eyes and voice. “Think about what I said.”

Eight or more minutes later, Polly had returned to the kitchen. Jojo sat on her hip, clad in only his little undershorts and equally as small wife-beater. Aside from clothing, he also wore his towel- which lied over his shoulders as he shivered.

Before Y/n could stand up to grab her son, Polly put her arm out, “Bath. Now. Before I set Jojo down and force you in there myself.” She knew Pol was joking, but she also knew how serious she was.

So she obliged, walking into the room and stripping down before stepping into the tub slowly and sinking into the hot water. It wasn’t too hot, nor was it too warm or cold- it was just perfect. If only she’d listened to Polly about everything- it had been less than ten minutes, and she was already drifting away.

Although her eyes were clenched shut and her body and breathing acted as if her brain had commanded the REM cycle to start, she was wide awake. ‘How silly I must look,’ she thought to herself, ‘A woman who’s never relaxed in her life? No wonder Polly can see right through me.’

The feeling of comfort, given to her by the noises of Jonas and Polly’s laughter as Pol found a way to make getting dressed all the more fun, held her down into the tub and prevented her from leaving, glad that Jojo was safe and having a good time.

Polly poked her head in the door, “I’m going to take Jojo to buy a new toy.” Y/n opened her mouth to object, telling Polly she didn’t have too, but the woman held up a hand and cut her off, “I’m aware that it is unnecessary, but he’s been well behaved for every visit, so I figured he earned it. We’ll be back shortly, I promise.”

She hesitated but nodded and yelled a goodbye to the two, sinking lower into the warmth of the water and shutting her eyes again. Minutes had gone by, the only sound being her fingers skimming through and under the water and the soft breaths that escaped her mouth.

However, the state of solitude had been shoved aside when the door opened and footsteps paced to the kitchen.

Y/n sat up and opened her eyes. She waited for a sign that Jojo or Polly were headed towards the bathroom, perhaps to retrieve or check on her, but nothing came. Slowly and carefully, Y/n stood up and stepped out of the tub, wrapping her towel around her torso and walking out of the room.

“I know you said you’d be back shortly, but I didn’t think you meant that short-” she had been expecting Polly and Jonas, coming back with more toys than they’d originally left for, but was greeted by a man’s backside as he dug through Polly’s refrigerator. He pulled away from it, a bottle in hand and a smile upon his face, and turned towards Y/n. His smile faded as he looked her up and down.

He gulped before speaking, quite obviously affected by her appearance. “Who’re you-”

“I could ask you the same thing! What are you doing here?”

“This is my home!”

Polly had never told her of any men residing in the home, “If you’re lying to me, you’d better say so now.”

“I’m not fuckin’ lying!” The man looked almost offended, “I live here! Now, please, inform me and why you, from what I can see, are using my tub?”

“For your information, not that you need- let alone, deserve- to know, I was told to relax.”

“Deserve?” A scoff tumbled from his mouth, “Well- not in my bloody house! Go home! Go ‘relax’ in your own fuckin’ bath!” He ran his hand down his face and began to drink from his bottle, but whispered to himself before his lips met the cold lining of the top. “Jesus...”

“Ah, I see you two’ve met.” Polly commented from the doorway, “John, this is Y/n. Y/n, John. He’s my nephew.”

“I thought I was your nephew-” John’s eyes darted down beside Pol, a bit of shock in his system when they found a little boy standing next to her- the spitting image of the woman he’d just met.

“No, love, you’re my pretend nephew. Like a god mother, but an aunt instead.”

“Shit- I’m so sorry-”

“No...There’s no need for apologies. I can imagine how surprising it is to find a stranger half-nude in your home.” She chewed on the inside of her mouth nervously and presented her hand for him to shake. “Y/n L/n. That monster over there is my little boy, Jojo.” Almost ending the introduction there, she realized what she’d missed and rushed to talk before he could. “His actual name is Jonas L/n.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n and Jojo. My name is John Shelby.” John observed Y/n, and as he did so- he swore his heart did a backflip. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” It was like he broke character; his voice softening and his eyes narrowing, a small grin pulling at his lips when Y/n let out a nervous chuckle and averted her eyes. He forgot that they weren’t the only people present.

“So I take it they can continue to visit- only now, they may while you and the others are present?”

John nodded, still not fully focused on anything except for the woman, whom he could’ve sworn was a literal angel, in front of him. Had it not been for his aunt’s kind heart, he would’ve never met the woman who managed to steal his heart upon their first, and very unplanned, meeting.

Due to his trance-like-state, it had taken him a minute or two to process what his aunt said, but by then, Y/n was back in the bathroom- likely getting dressed- and Jojo had followed Polly to the family room.

“Wait- continue?”

[ciggylungz]

Music to my ears

Music to my ears- 1.7k

Blurb night: (Request: What abt like something in the studio? Like studio sex 🥵 your header inspired me lol)

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Y/n always loved when Harry brought her to the studio with him, seeing her man all in his grove and in his element made her happy. She couldn’t deny how sexy he looked when he was strumming on the guitar or sitting with a clenched jaw, drumming his fingers while tweaking some lyrics to make it perfect.

Harry was all smiles when he heard the studio door open, his beautiful girlfriend making her way into the room holding some water bottles for him and the band, and some nice food- remembering to skip any item with dairy in it since it can clog up his throat with phlegm which wouldn’t be too good while trying to belt out another billboard hit.

“There she is! Hey darlin’” Harry craned his neck to peck her as she walked by, he was seated in a office chair going over some sheet music Mitch had written that belonged to the instrumental section of one of his works in progress and Y/n gave him a good once over decided he looked especially hot in his black slacks and wrinkled rolling stones shirt. “I brought treats! The BLT for Mitch, Cesar salad hold the crotons for Sara with a side of soup, two blueberry muffins and a black tea for Jeff and a sparkling lemon water with a vegan chicken noodle soup for my Harry- with of course- the breads you requested with it my dear.”

Y/n handed out the goodies to the group of artists, giving Harry his food with a kiss on his cheek perching herself on the table in front of him to snag a few bites of his food every so often as she talked with the group listing to some of the music they’d already got down dancing in her spot a little bit enjoying the behind the scenes of his upcoming album. “Sound’s good, I think you got another hit in the makin’ here baby. ‘m proud of yeh bub!” Y/n ran her fingers through Harry’s hair, the man giving her a content coo and grip on her thigh in return rubbing his thumb on the denim covered skin lovingly.

“Thank ya’, couldn’t do it without these guys or you my love. You guys make me great, would be nothin’ without ya’” his sweetness got a chorus of adored ‘awes’ which the slightly arrogant artist bathed in dramatically waving his hands and pretending to be bashful earning him some chuckles from everyone in the room.

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It was nearing 10 in the evening when Mitch finally decided to call it a night, everyone else besides Harry and Y/n had left over the last few hours. Each trickling out with some yawns and good bidding's as they decided to make their way home but Harry was focused on his music, and Y/n knew once he was this much in a grove, he wasn’t going to pack up till he felt it was time. in the meantime Y/n was sprawled out on one of the couches in the room, her left hand absentmindedly running over the suede pushing the material back and fourth in a satisfying pattern while scrolling through her phone texting a few friends and replying to some emails in between playing random games on the device.

Harry was deep into his work, tongue tucked between his teeth while his knee bounced slightly to the melody playing in his head. He was currently trying to put the finishing touches on medicine , a rather proactive song that he was still on the fence about releasing or keeping a concert special. His inspiration behind it was his journey through sexuality, romance and the fast pace lust that he’s experienced as a star during his formative years. Of course his Y/n was a big inspiration on that track, their sexual endeavors prominent in his mind while coming up with the lyrics.

His mind was filled with photographic memories of the times they did various naughty things. The foursome in brazil where they both explored bisexuality, having Harry, Y/n and then another couple join them, the hand full of times they’d had sex in public. In his car, in an alley, in bathroom at the VMA’s. on the roof, in a pool, and even the once Y/n went down on him in his mothers back garden while she ran to the shop.  He thought of the sloppy kisses, the spitting, cum eating, rim jobs and pussy eating. It was all so dirty and god he knew this song would drive people mad. So being the cheeky bastard he is, he made two final decisions about the piece of work right then and there.

1-      It would be an exclusive concert song

2-      He wanted to have some special audio in it

 Harry knew the idea was daring, likely to turn heads and cause mothers of concert goers to place a hand over their heart with a raised eyebrow but this was his music and he never had an issue with controversial art.

The man then looked to his side, seeing his love in her natural state. Relaxed, lips slightly pursed with her eyelashes batting every few seconds as she focused on the screen. Somehow even when she was lying in a lazy position, hair in a messy bun with a small stain from her tea on the bottom of her shirt, she still looked insanely beautiful.

“Love?” y/n shifted her eyes towards her boyfriend when she heard the pet name, turning onto her side to give him her full attention. “What’s up, H?” she rested her chin on her fist, blowing a few stray hairs out of her eyes. “How would you feel about helpin’ me out with this song?”

Harry gave her a bit of a suggestive taunt of his brows, the girl tilting her head slightly. “Sure, what do yeh have in mind, bub?” Y/n was quick to her feet walking towards him to peer down at the notebook full of lyrics, yet her attention was soon focused on the sensation of being tugged into his lap and the feeling of a rather firm lump pressing into her bum. Her head turned to look at her now smirking boyfriend, pursing her lips slightly in question. “Well, the songs a bit alt to what I usually write…going to keep it off the album make it exclusive but I think I want some background audio of us…making love princess.”

To be clear, Y/n wasn’t a prude. She wasn’t shy about her sexuality, she actually felt very empowered by how confident she was about her sex life and Harry found it exceptionally sexy to be with a woman who was open and not shy at all about trying new things, and this was definitely a new one for her to consider.

He gave her a moment to mull it over, seeing her head sway slightly while she weighed the offer before she gave a shrug and a nod to her boyfriend. “Sure, why not? Gonna be music layered on it right? So it’s not full blown balls smacking into ass?” her question made the man snort, nodding his head. “Yup, gonna layer the instrumental over it. Hoping to isolate the vocals of the moaning to mesh into the music then my singing. I think it could sound fuckin’ excellent and well I get to fuck yeh, so I think it’s a win win hmm?” his hands migrated to her tits, giving them a firm squeeze as his lips pressed into the back of her neck. His touches achieved his goal of sending a shiver through his girl, her spine tingling and hips starting to squirm as he sponged open mouth kisses from the nape of her neck to each shoulder.

“Yea…yea lets do it.” Her words were breathier, his touch putting her under his spell instantly. Lust hung in the air while he kept his grip on her his free hand used to turn on the mic in the sound booth before starting the recording and pushing them both in the padded room.

“god, you’re a doll lettin’ me fuck yeh for my track. I love you so much baby..” his words were as rushed as his frantic hands tugging their clothes off. Hers were prying the buttons of his trousers undone while he ridded her of her bra and started on her pants their mouths crashing together in a sloppy, needy dirty kiss. One that left the lower half of their faces shiny and their teeth slightly clenched from knocking them together in the heat of their movements.

“I love you more, jesus Haz, please hurry up need you in me.” Y/n worked on shoving her panties to the side, Harry hoisting her leg up to have her angled just right to sink his cock into. These were the moments he praised whoever invented birth control, nothing beats getting to spontaneously fuck his girl without having to worry about finding a condom.

Gasps, moans and whines filled the booth. The pleasured noises bouncing off the foam glued to the walls, the insulation amplifying their noises as Harry pounded himself inside Y/n relentlessly, his cock forcibly spreading her inner walls stimulating the deepest parts of her making her pour out a river of beautiful moans he couldn’t wait to mesh into the song. He did little to contain his own groans, deciding if they were prominent in the recording he’d match them with the bass so the deep tones complimented each other.

“ ‘m gonna cum”  

The string of words every guy loves to hear from the woman they are pleasuring, it boosts their ego and gives them an extra shot of stamina to push her over the edge satisfying her fully before he lets himself go.

When the tightening of her cunt gripped onto his cock, sucking him in further happened the best moans of the session were let out. Harmonious perfectly pitched moans spilling from her mouth, his joining hers in a duet soon after as his balls gave everything they had inside of her. the pair were a sticky mess, but it didn’t matter to them they both were still in the orgasmic haze complimented with the rush of voyeurism.

“Jesus baby, I think we just secured a grammy.”

[nalgenewhore]

masterlist - ao3 - day seven - day nine

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It’s loud in the house. Music booms from every possible speaker and shakes the sticky, dirtied floor. Unlike usual, Lorcan doesn’t really mind the noise. She’s sitting with Aelin, listening to the blonde girl lament her woes. 

“She’s so pretty, Lorcy, like… so so pretty,” Aelin gushes, trying to keep her voice down so that the object of her affections doesn’t hear. Since she’s drunk, Aelin has lost all abilities to self regulate and she’s practically shouting into Lorcan’s ear. “Just look at her! Why can’t I have her?” 

Lorcan glances towards Lysandra, to where she dances freely in the middle of the room. Admittedly, she’s beautiful, but not Lorcan’s type. She gets why Aelin’s so into her, too. Lorcan’s vision is blurry, a result of the seemingly endless rounds of beer pong she and Aelin dominated,  the joint that Lyria sweetly rolled for her, and the overcomplicated drinking game Fenrys insisted she join. “You can’t ever have her if she doesn’t know, Ash.” 

Aelin pouts dramatically and rolls her eyes, “But then I’d have to tell her. Like… I’d have to talk to her.” 

Lorcan snorts and slurs, “Gods, woman, just fuckin’ do it already. I’m gonna get alcohol poisoning if I have to sit here and listen to this.” 

“Fuck you,” Aelin spits, bitter as she drains her beer. 

After her drink is finished, Aelin goes on some rant, but Lorcan isn’t listening. 

Her eyes, her entire body, really, is drawn to the woman who steps into the room, her cunning eyes sweeping across the crowd. Lorcan swears everything gets quieter. Aelin’s voice is muffled and the beat of her heart is so much louder than it normally is. 

When Elide’s eyes lock on Lorcan’s, the woman grins, some sort of tension eased from her shoulders. She moves to join Lorcan, but then a happy woman with curly brown hair and doe-brown, freckled skin wraps her arms around Elide from behind.

Elide freezes and turns, relaxing when she sees that it’s only Lyria. Lorcan watches them, but her eyes never stray from Elide. She doesn’t want to wait for the cover of darkness to touch her. She spends her days trying to fool herself, pretending like the rushed and hasty moments she has with Elide are enough. 

She cannot so easily do that now. 

Before she realises what she’s doing, Lorcan is walking across the room, her path clear. Lyria looks up first, smiling at Lorcan, “Well, hey there.” 

Lorcan smiles a tense smile and wraps an arm around her best friend’s girlfriend, “Hey, Lia.”

“You sure look happy,” the young hippie says, arching a brow up.

Lorcan laughs softly, her eyes heavy on Elide’s. “Lochan.” 

“Salvaterre,” Elide replies, her voice cool and detached. Her eyes glitter with something secret. Lorcan loves that she’s the only person who can truly read Elide. 

“I didn’t think you were coming tonight.” 

She curls a lock of glossy hair around her finger and a smile ghosts across her plush lips. Lorcan really, really wants to kiss her, but she knows she can’t. Not where everyone can see. “I didn’t think so either, but I just couldn’t stay away.” 

Lyria watches them, not entirely sure what’s happening. She’s always told Rowan that there is something between the two girls, but he doesn’t believe her. He says that they’re both too upfront to keep their feelings hidden for this long. 

Almost like she’s manifested him, Rowan walks in, put-together and professional as always, truly his girlfriend’s contrast. It shouldn’t make sense, but no one has ever seen them happier.

He slips his arm around Lyria’s waist and rests his hand on her hip. “Hi, guys.” He tucks his shoulder behind Lyria, always unconsciously protecting her from the world. “Hello, love,” he says to Lyria, sweetly kissing her temple. “Are you feeling alright?” 

Lorcan’s heart cracks just a bit. She wishes she could do that for Elide, wishes she could dote on her. Subtly, she looks at Elide, who remains unaffected. 

She returns to Aelin, but Lysandra’s in her lap. Lorcan silently seethes, choking on tears. She leaves, not able to stand it any longer. 

Elide calls after her, but Lorcan doesn’t answer. She pretends not to hear. In the kitchen, Fenrys is organising something elaborate. The young man spies her and waves her over. 

Lorcan cuts through the crowd, easily. People have always… quickly gotten out of her way. It’s one of her favourite things in life. Fenrys throws his arm around her neck, “What’s gotcha down, kiddo?” 

“The princess,” Lorcan mutters, stealing another glance at Elide. She is… beautiful. Truly. Lorcan wanted to be around her, all the time. Her chest aches and she clenches her jaw, looking towards Fenrys’ pile of booze. “What’re we doing?” 

“Getting you proper drunk, mate,” Fenrys laughs, passing her a can and a pair of keys. Lorcan forgoes the keys and taps the air bubble with her thumb. Then, she pierces the can with her teeth and quickly shotguns it. 

Fenrys whoops and the next while goes by mostly forgotten. Eventually, they stumble into the living room and sit in a circle with their friends. Elide is opposite Lorcan and the brown-skinned girl can see the worried ‘v’ between her manicured brows. She drinks the water Rowan passes her and stretches her legs out. “What’re we playin’, G-Mone-ey!” 

“Hellas, Lorcan, how drunk are you,” Elide comments drily, snorting softly. 

Lorcan frowns and looks at her, taking the bottle Asterin wordlessly passes her. “Evidently not enough, princess.” The nickname is unfriendly and insulting this time, like it hasn’t been in awhile. She holds the bottle to her lips and drains it, decidedly putting it down on that floor. “So, what are we really playing?” 

“Um…” Aelin looks around the circle, Lysandra lazily leaned against her chest. “Seven minutes in heaven. I wanna kiss pretty people.” 

“Are we eighth graders, Ae?” 

She clicks her tongue, “Hand me that bottle, fucko.” 

Lorcan quietly mocks her friend and clumsily hands her the bottle. She pulls her legs back and waits. 

“So,” Aelin says, smiling coyly, “I think our dear Lorcan should go first.” Lorcan protests loudly as their friends laugh and agree, all except Lyria, Rowan, and Elide. The former two watch the latter, recognising the signs of jealousy and hurt. Elide’s eyes flick around the circle, trying to determine who, exactly, wants to kiss Lorcan. 

“You need to get some,” Manon says lowly, smirking. 

“Ok, you know what, Blackbeak,” Lorcan starts, pointing menacingly at her. She takes the bottle from Aelin and spins it, flipping Manon off. “Bite me.” 

Manon shakes her head and mutters into her glass, “I hate you.” 

Lorcan shrugs and turns back to see who the bottle lands on. It spins and spins, catching on the flashing lights in the room. 

Fenrys gasps loudly when it lands on Elide and the others snicker under their breaths, wondering what they’ll do. “Um… well. Ok.” 

Elide presses her lips together and she stands, holding her hand out, “It’s nice to see that you’re enthused.” 

Lorcan gets to her feet and takes Elide’s hand and tugs her out of the circle, ignoring the jeers. “I’m always enthused to do anything with you.” 

Fenrys and Aedion herd them to the closet. 

They’ve hardly closed the door before Lorcan is pressing Elide into it, her leg sliding between Elide’s thighs. Her hands tangle in Elide’s dark, dark hair and Lorcan pulls her head back, kissing down her jaw and throat. 

Elide’s breath hitches in her throat and she arches into Lorcan, her eyes falling halfway shut. She tugs Lorcan’s face up to hers and holds it, like Lorcan is something precious, like she deserves to be treasured. “I can’t,” Elide pants, her body craving something that she can’t give into. Not yet. 

“Why,” Lorcan asks. She sees the way hurt lingers in Elide’s gaze and it threatens to break her. 

“Because I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” Elide says. “You’ve been ignoring me this entire night and now you want to hook up in the closet without saying a word?” The smaller girl pushes Lorcan’s shoulders and she backs away. “Why are you so upset with me? Did I… did I do something wrong?” 

Lorcan shakes her head, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, Lee.”

“Ok, well, then why are you being like this? I don’t get it. I thought we were ok.”

“We were! We are, it’s- fuck, I want more, Elide,” Lorcan confesses, her eyes searching Elide’s. “I want more than closets and climbing out of your window! I want to be able to tell people how crazy I am about you. If,” she breathes in deeply, trying to order her thoughts, “if that isn’t what you want, I can… I can live with that. But I want more.” I need more.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Elide asks, her face almost crumpling. 

“Whaddya mean,” Lorcan asks, blinking hard to focus her eyes. 

Elide chuckles quietly and reaches out. She toys with Lorcan’s hands, “What if I wanted more too? What if…” she trails off and looks up through her lashes, “it isn’t enough for me either?”

“It isn’t?” 

“Gods, no,” she says, pressing herself closer to Lorcan. “Of course it isn’t enough.” Elide shakes her head, “I hate seeing you in public and not being able to do anything. I hate sneaking around. I hate watching you leave. I hate that you never spend the night. I hate it.”

Lorcan kisses her, hard. She threads her fingers through Elide’s hair and pulls Elide against her. 

Elide moans softly and slides her hands beneath Lorcan’s shirt. 

They quickly lose track of time, desperate to soothe the ache in their chests. Lorcan turns them and effortlessly lifts Elide onto the closet’s shelf. Elide’s arms loop around her shoulders and Lorcan’s hands grip her thighs, keeping them tight around her hips. 

Elide’s lips are soft and full against Lorcan’s. She gently parts them and Lorcan licks her tongue over Elide’s, Elide’s delicate whimper muffled by her lips. 

Elide rocks her hips closer, making a needy sound in the back of her throat. Lorcan’s blood heats at the sound and she–

“Ok, lovebirds!” Fenrys declares as he sweeps the door open, exposing the two girls, wrapped around each other. 

Lorcan frowns and Elide winces at the shaft of light that falls against them. “Fenrys. What the fuck do you want?” Behind him, Lorcan can see the rest of their friends, all curiously peering in. 

The grin on Fenrys’ face is so cocky, Lorcan wants to slap it off. “Your seven minutes in heaven were done… ten minutes ago. Hurry it up! This is hot real estate, you know,” he says, referring to the closet. 

Lorcan narrows her eyes and turns back to Elide. “Feel like leaving?” 

“Very much so,” Elide replies, hopping off of the shelf and taking Lorcan’s hand. They slip out of the closet, grinning unashamedly at their friends. “Ta-ta, my darlings.” 

Lorcan doesn’t remember how long it takes them to end up at her house, Elide’s back against her mattress. 

Then, after, they lay together, the silver light of the moon slip-sliding over their bare forms. Elide props herself up, her legs still twitching. She leans over and presses her lips to the corner of Lorcan’s collar bone. She trails her kisses down, following the shadows and curves of Lorcan’s body. 

Lorcan mumbles something incoherent and blindly reaches for Elide. “Sleep.” 

Elide grins and lets herself be pulled into Lorcan’s arms. She fits her face against the crook of Lorcan’s neck and inhales her familiarity, her hand sliding around Lorcan’s hip. “Ok, love.”

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an: hippie!lyria came to me in a moment of pure genius and i am never letting it go. salem mitchell is my face claim for her !!

ive decided to only do fourteen days of femslash february since this is a busy month for me and its just too much <3 

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@siriuslyqueer gave us goalies, pining and angst. @wxlfstxrx some much needed fluff. So I thought we’d do a bromance hat trick with a little sweater weather chat. Love ya all 🏒❣️

@lumosinlove created a well of wonderful oc’s and they’re all my new mvp’s. 🥰

Sweater weather chats #3

Nado is fuckboy extraordinaire. Kuny is mad. Olli is so done. Logan does not have a curfew. Or does he? Dumo grounds Nado. Walker worships Noelle. Remus chokes on his tea. Kasey ruins zucchinis for Dumo. Does cars have names? There’s a ritual burning. Everyone is up early on a Sunday.

——

Sunday 3.44 am

7 missed calls from Nado.

Nado:

kuny please pick up

I’m sorry. Fuck I messed up okay.

I’m so sorry okay. Fuck just call me back.

Wtf you took my Porsche? Over the line man.

Fuck you told Sergei. His wife just cAlled and yelled. She’s terrifying. I’m sorry

Kuny please come home.

Sorry.

Please

Kuny

Kuny

Evgeni. Please I’m sorry okay

You’re my best fucking friend and you’re supposed to forgive me. I’m an idiot. Just come home. I’m not gonna stop texting. I will fucking not let you walk out on me man.

I said I was sorry. Please man. Sorry.

Please.

I’ll join some freakin cult and become a monk if it gets you to talk to me.

—-

Sunday 7.23 am

Nadotheman: guys has anyone heard from kuny yesterday or today? Please I need to speak to him

Sergei_81: give him some time. you did something bad and he’s mad. He will come home when he is ready

Nadotheman: he’s got my Porsche. Is he with you? Can I come over

Sergei_81: he’s not here. We got family visit. No time for your stupid fights

Prongstar: what did you do Nado? Ate his mom’s homemade cake again? Or did you forget to water his aloe Vera plant?

Ollibear: he’s here. Don’t call him.

Siriusly: what happened?

CarbO’Hara: Broke the fuckign code @nadotheman not cool

Prongstar: WHAT DID HE DO? @russiangod also how does finno know?

Ollibear: please stop texting him. I’m worried he might snap the remote or my PlayStation

LoganTremblayzzz: @nadotheman hope you got insurance. 911 turbo not looking good. Hahahaha

Prongstar: what. Happened?

Ollibear: he turned up here at 4 am, scaring the shit out of mrs. Williams next door. Woke up when she screamed. Apparently 6.4” Russian guy in a black hoodie is not what you expect to bang on your door at that hour. He’s been fuming in Russian ever since. And he ate all our Doritos. Stole nado’s Porsche. We gathered he’s mad at Nado but not sure why. Got him to at least talk to Sergei

Sergei_81: he’s got good reason to be mad. Nado can tell you what he did.

Timmyforrealz: what does this mean: он спал с моим двоюродным братом @sunnysideup @sergei_81

Sunnysideup: what?? Oh nado. This is bad.

Prongstar: I used google translate. @nadotheman you slept with his sister?!

Siriusly: !!!

Talkiewalkie: over the line bro. Damn.

Sunnysideup: wait he doesn’t have a sister? Does he?

Sergei_81: yes he means cousin.

DamnFoxy: wow. This is lowkey funny. Sorry but I’m laughing

Prongstar: spit my tea out

RussianGod left the conversation

Nadotheman: fuck look what you idiots did.

Siriusly: you did his cousin.

DamnFoxy: 😂😂😂

Talkiewalkie: uh not cool bro. Like. Fuck.

Timmyforrealz: you talkin about fucking sisters? Aren’t you putting the moves on Logan’s sister?

LoganTremblayzzz: @timmyforrealz 🤦🏽🙅🏼🙍🏾👎🏻🖕🏻

Talkiewalkie: I’m dating noelle. Not putting moves on her. I’m worshipping the very ground she walks on. She’s a goddess and I’m but a mortal man

Kaneyoudigit: can you just keep it in your pants for once, Nado…. jeez

Eliascookie: HAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHHH. You’re never meeting my sister. Ever. Damn.

Newt-leo: shut up this isn’t about noelle. Nado wtf? Didn’t wanna believe Finn and lo. He’s texted finn but in Russian. Think it was meant for sergei. Did you really sleep with his cousin?

Krisvolley: wow. Anyone checking up on Kuny? Shit. Can’t leave the two of you alone.

LeWilliam: yeah, is Kuny alright @ollibear? Also, @nadotheman - you freaked when he kissed that waitress. Karma is a fuckin bitch 😏

Nadotheman: fuck off cubs.

EvanderBell: oi. No need to be mad at us. You messed up. You deserve this. Also if he totals Dolores it’s totally on you!

Nado the man: shut up. Everyone. I know I screwed up okay? Fucking hell. They look nothing alike and she didn’t tell me.

Sunnysideup: didn’t you meet her through kuny?

Nado the man: well yea. went out for a drink. Kuny was being boring and went home. Talked to her and we got along and well.

Bradygunz: did you at least pay for her drink? Also uncool bro

Nado the man: I paid. Fuck off.

Dumodad: I’m away for 1 day. 1 day boys. @nadotheman do I have to ground you? Adele is serving 2 weeks for lying about her homework and having a boy in her rooM after curfew.

Prongstar: dropped the ball with Logan then @dumodad, eh?

Sergei_81: I support grounding Nado.

LoganTremblayzzz: @prongstar like lily didn’t ground you when you came home sans shirt and with kasey’s jeans on backwards Also I never had girls in my room after curfew. Also don’t have curfew.

Dumodad: yes you did. Curfew at least.

Blizzard: holy fuck. Just woke from a nap. Wtf? Also @prongstar, @logantremblayzzz never had GIRLS in his room. Just had Leo and finn. Playing hide the zucchini.

Siriusly: @blizzard. Loops just choked on his tea.

Dumodad: I can never eat a zucchini again. Merde

BliZzard: just keeping it real boys. Also don’t be hard on @nadotheman he’s a man whore. One day he’ll grow up

Nadotheman: I’m older kasey and shut up

Ollibear: Nado you really have to apologize.

Timmyforrealz: @nadotheman this is serious. Olli just ate a box of moomin cookies. Nado please fix your relationship. Olli can’t handle his parents fighting. He’s legit green looking. He’s eating junk food. I’m scared.

Nadotheman: Olli tell them you were there. She came on to me. She never mentioned Kuny

Ollibear: I’m not getting involved. Also you owe me $432 for the champagne. And he introduced you before he left.

Prongstar: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Dumodad: @nadotheman you’re grounded. No clubbing or I will call your mom.

———

Sunday 7.56 am

Nado: Olli please is he with you guys? I need to speak to him.

Olli: I’m sorry he doesn’t wanna see you. Please give him some time.

Nado: 💔

—

Sunday 8.02 am

Nado: I’m not gonna leave. I’m parked outside and you’ve got to call the cops to get me to leave. You’re my best friend dammit and I’m sorry. Fuck please just talk to me!

Kuny: don’t want talk. Is hard. I’m smart in Russian. English stupid.

Nado: wait then get Olli or Timmy to type it. Just tell me how I can make it up to you.

Kuny: hi Nado. Olli here, I’m typing for him. Timmy is trying to salvage our remote.

I’m trying to type and understand ok? Kuny knows his cousin is (I’m paraphrasing here - I refuse to call a woman that) sociable and he’s mostly upset cause he’s worried about you. Okay he didn’t mean that - he means that he’s upset you slept with her but he’s also worried cause he says you fall in love too quickly. (You two are idiots - he’s trying to protect your feelings) he does not want me to type that. But he broke our remote. But he’s also mad you slept with her after he said not to. And he claims he did tell you. How much did you two drink? When I picked up the tab you’d only had a few bottles of champagne and you gave most of that to the hen party in the next booth. Also he’s mad you had sex - god, Nado - the living room, really? At least go into your bedroom. Apparently you had a deal you wouldn’t do that. Wow you need some self control buddy. Okay. Now he’s saying that he’s okay to talk to you. So you can come in. You better have showered!!!!

—-

Sunday, 8.27 am.

KrisVolley: @ollibear, what’s going on?

Ollibear: they’re fucking idiots. Stupid overgrown manbabies.

Timmyforrealz: well. Olli cursing is hilarious. It’s like Casper the friendly ghost saying fuck... 😂 Quite anti-climactic. Was anticipating a fist fight or at least a black eye. They just talked and @nadotheman cried. Ha. Long clingy chat short; Kuny was afraid his cousin was just using Nado - like he’d ever object? Nado admitted he was drunk and upset with Kuny over something else (they’re like my teenage twinsisters I swear) also Kuny was mad Nado fucked his cousin on the couch. So not classy @nadotheman... Jesus this soap opera is like the episode of friends where chandler is in a box.

Sergei_81: they ok?

Nadotheman added RussianGod to the chat

RussianGod: we good. But he has to do embarrassing thing now. I chose. Will think long before decide. Also he buy new couch

Prongstar: Kuny my dear friend - I will happily help think up evil revenge. Also burn the couch

Nadotheman: I didn’t fucking cry. He stinks. My eyes watered from the stench.

Blizzard: aw Nado its okay. We know you’re in an established bro-tionship.

Talkie-walkie: am I the only one worried about the Porsche? She does not deserve to suffer just because Nado is a slut.

RussianGod: dolores is fine. Love car too much. Only wanted to scare Jackie.

Nadotheman: stop calling me that kun(t)y. 😘

Ollibear: ffs you two just made up, just kiss and get the fuck out. I’m done being your therapist. Good night.

Timmyforrealz: they broke olli. He even kicked a chair and hurt his toe. Haha he’s cursing in Finnish. He also has hidden nado’s car keys. Dolores is ours now.

——

They did a ritual burning of the couch. Dumo did call Nado’s mother. She grounded him and gave Kuny a bunch of embarrassing photos of teenage Nado. We’re talking frosted tips and platform shoes.

[appalachianwiine]

Swim - Chapter 8 - Only Twenty Minutes to Sleep

Only 20 minutes to sleep

But you dream of some epiphany

Just one single glimpse of relief

To make some sense of what you've seen

“Epiphany” by Taylor Swift

“It hurts daddy.” Lydia whimpers, snuggling closer to his chest. It’s four in the morning and he’s been here most of the night. Lydia laid on top of him, crying and sleeping and complaining. She’d thrown up most of her meager dinner and had refused all attempts to get her to eat anything else. Even the offer of waffles had been refused, all she wanted was to be held.

“I know kiddo.” Daryl whispers, kissing her sweaty hair. She’s got a strange smell to her now, one that makes Daryl think of a hot bedroom in the back of a trailer in northern Georgia and a hacking cough that wouldn’t go away. One that means she’s sick. 

“I want to go home now.” Lydia whimpers, she’s clung to him like a monkey, she’s got to be more exhausted then he is, but she hasn’t slept much, every time she drifts off they come in to do vitals and she starts crying again. He reaches up to rub his eyes, god he wants to go home. Have a hot shower, his own bed, some real sleep. But they can’t. 

Instead he presses another kiss to her hair and says; “want something’ t’ drink?” 

“No.” She mutters. “I might throw it up.” 

“Okay.” He whispers. “Want a story?” 

“No.” 

“A song?”

“I guess…” 

“Down in the willow garden,” he beings quietly. “Where me and my love did meet.” He feels her small hand go to his elbow and start rubbing it in circles. “There we lay a’ courtin’ my true love fell asleep. I had a bottle of the burglars wine but that my love did not know…” 

It was a macabre song really, but he hadn’t really thought of that when he started singing it to her years ago. He just remembered it from his own childhood. The heavy smell of red wine on his momma’s breath as she knelt next to his bed singing the same thing. Her stroking a few dark locks from his face as he did to Lydia now. . 

“There I murdered that poor lil’ girl down on the banks below.” He supposed it should’ve been kind of obvious, but it was this or Merle Haggard - who wasn’t known for his lovely lullabies to little girls. 

From on his chest he hears her tiny voice join in “I stabbed her with my dagger, which was a bloody knife. I throwed her into the river which was a terrible sight.” 

It was even creepier coming from her. Though, if he was honest most songs were. She had that quality about her, even on the best of days, when she would sing her eyes would glaze over, and she took on an almost hypnotized look. Even ‘Row row row your boat’ was a little unnerving when she sang it. 

“My daddy always told me.” He continued, rocking gently from side to side “That money would set me free. If I would murder that poor little girl who’s name was Rose Connolly.” 

His mothers face drifts before him, a little blurry from time, but as young and beautiful as he remembered. Dark curls framing blue eyes, the ghost of a bruise across one cheek. He hummed a little and rubbed her back before starting the last verse. 

“Now he sits by his cabin door, wiping his tear stained eyes, a thinkin’ about his own dear son, upon the scaffold high. My race is run beneath the sun an-“ 

Lydia pushes back suddenly, making him start and he has just enough time to push her hair back before she starts heaving. 

Shit. 

He doesn’t have time to get her to the bathroom, bile and spit she’s able to throw up lands on his chest and the sheets surrounding them. 

“I-I’m sorry.” Lydia sobs, coughing and sputtering tears pouring from her eyes, a little vomit dribbling down her chin. 

“It’s okay.” He whispers, leaning over to push the nurses call button. “It’s okay, I can change.” 

“You ain’ mad?” She sobs. 

“‘course I ain’t.” He whispers, lifting the edge of his shirt to wipe the vomit from her chin and reaching out to wipe her tears. “Yer sick baby girl it ain’ yer fault.” 

The night nurse comes in and flicks on the light, the bright light makes him blink and squint. Fuckin’ fluorescents. 

“Everything okay?” The nurse asked. 

“Nah, I think - we probably need a sheet change.” He muttered, looking around. Most of it was on him, but the sheets and. Bedding had a few dribbles too. 

“Oh sweetie, you get sick?” The nurse asks. 

“Y-yeah.” Lydia nods. “I need new pajamas.” 

“Okay, how about daddy gets you sorted and I’ll change the sheets.” The nurse says.

“Kay.” Lydia sniffles. 

“C’mere kiddo.” Daryl says, sliding out of the bed and picking her up. She wrapped her arms around her neck and wrinkled her nose. 

“You got sick on you.” She mutters. 

“Yeah, looks like I’ll need t’ change too.” He says, carrying her into the bathroom. “You wait here, I’ll bring ya yer pajamas.” 

“Okay.” She lets him set her down on the toilet lid. Daryl shuffles out of the bathroom and over to their suitcases. He pulls out Lydia’s Aladdin night gown and a clean t-shirt and pants for himself and returns to the bathroom. 

Changing Lydia around the PICC line is a bit of an ordeal even while she’s disconnected. The long tube hangs loose and every time it moves too much she whimpers and pulls away. He’ll have to get it bound up before they got back in bed. He reaches for the hairbrush on the back of the toilet and combs through her sweaty hair, no vomit in it, which is a good (he doubts she’d tolerate a bath right now), but he braids it back just in case it happens again. 

“You wanna go on out and wait?” Daryl asks. 

“No.” She sniffles. “Carry me.” 

“Baby girl.” He sighs. “Yer clean an’ I ain’. I don’ wanna get ya dirty again.” 

“You won’t.” She protests.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I will.” 

“You’ll come lay with me after?” Lydia pouts. 

“Yeah.” Daryl nods. “I’ll lay with ya after.” 

“Okay…” Lydia sighs, shuffling out of the bathroom. 

He figures he may as well use this opportunity to grab a much needed shower. He hadn’t showered in far too long, and he peels off his sweaty clothes aware that the vomit isn’t the only reason they smell. He doesn’t wait for the water to warm up before stepping under it. Even cold it feels damn good running over him. He reaches for the hospital issue bar of soap. He lathered his hair first, feeling the grease underneath the lather. It could really use a second wash but he doesn’t want to push it with Lydia. After giving his skin a quick scrub and rinse he steps out, drying haphazardly with the towel and pulling his clean pajamas on. He puts the dirty ones in the hamper in the corner, he’ll have to find the hospital laundry later today. 

“I don’t wanna!” Lydia is protesting, clutching the end of her PICC line tightly and scowling at the nurse. 

“What’s up baby girl.” Daryl frowns, glancing at the night nurse. 

“She needs fluids.” The nurse sighs. “She’s not keeping anything down and she’s getting dehydrated.” 

“They make me pee.” Lydia scowls. 

“You need to pee.” Daryl mutters. 

“Do not.” 

“Lydia.” He sighs, he’s bone tired, he doesn’t want to fight with her over this. 

“If they give me those and I pee they give me the medicine again!” She protests. “And that tastes bad and made me feel sick!” 

“Shhh,” Daryl says, aware that she’s shouting. “Baby girl this isn’t for the medicine.” 

“They won’t give it to me again?” Lydia scowls, not bringing her volume down any. 

“They’re gonna give it to you again.” Daryl sighs, telling her otherwise won’t do any good. “But not right now. Right now they just have to get you hydrated.” 

“No medicine ever again!” Lydia snapped

“Lydia.” He can feel a headache starting behind his eyes. “You have to get the medicine again. You’re sick baby girl we - we talked about this. But right now the IV will help you feel better, I promise.” 

“I don’t want medicine.” She whimpers. 

“I know.” He says, sitting down on the edge of her bed. “I wish you didn’t have to have any medicine. But you do, just not right now okay?”

“O-Okay.” Lydia mutters. 

“Can they give you the fluids?” Daryl asks. 

“You have to hold me.” Lydia says. 

“Of course I will.” He promises, sitting back up against her pillows and letting her crawl on his lap and pull the covers over both of them. “They need your arm baby girl.” Lydia grumbles but sticks her arm with the PICC line out of the blanket. 

“Thank you Lydia.” The nurse says, pulling the end of the line up to connect the fluids. “There, all connected. Feel free to press the button if you need anything.” 

“Go away.” Lydia mutters, pulling the blanket up over her head and her arm back into the cocoon.

“Thanks.” Daryl says, rubbing Lydia’s back. He can hear her sniffling underneath the blanket. “‘S okay t’ cry.” 

“You smell funny.” She mutters, poking her head out at him.

“What?” Daryl frowns. 

“You smell funny.” She mutters, sniffing at his shirt. “You don’t smell like daddy. You smell like… soap.” 

“Oh.” Daryl says. “I had t’ take a shower’s all. Forgot my soap.” 

“I don’t like it.” She mutters. “I like daddy smell.” 

“Sorry kiddo. I’ll get my soap as soon as I can.” He promises. He’d never given much thought to how he smelled before, but he supposed he had used the same soap for years. Hell he couldn’t even remember the scent off the top of his head, he usually just grabbed it off the shelf in the grocery store and went on his way. 

“Good.” Lydia mumbles. 

“Try to sleep okay kiddo?” Daryl whispers. 

“Okay.” 

Daryl must’ve fallen asleep at some point too, because the next thing he knows the day shift nurse is in their room and light is flooding in from the windows. Lydia whimpers on his chest and curls herself into a smaller ball, just the PICC line drifting out from under the blankets she’s pulled tightly around her. 

“Wha’ time is it?” He mutters, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand.

“A little after seven.” The nurse smiled apologetically, it’s Sasha again. The shift change has already happened. “Sorry to wake you.” 

“‘S fine.” Daryl mutters, it’s not like it’s her fault anyway. “You uh - you need her vitals?” 

“Yeah.” Sasha nods. “Dr. Rhee is going to come talk to you in a bit, but I’ll get vitals out of the way first.” 

“Biopsy results?” Daryl’s awake now. Those were supposed to come in today.

“I think so.” The nurse nods. “But it could be about the next dose of chemo too. She’s due for that today at around one.” 

“Oh.” Daryl glanced down at the lump which is Lydia, she wouldn’t be thrilled about that. He pulls at the blankets. “Lyd.” 

“No.” She moans. “No pokes.” 

“No pokes.” Sasha says. I just need your temperature and your blood pressure and your oxygen levels okay?” 

“No.” Lydia mutters. 

“What hand do you want me to put the pulse oximeter on? Your left or your right?” Sasha asks, pulling the machine over. 

“Left.” Lydia mutters, offering her right hand. Daryl has to repress a smile, she’d never been good with left and right but he was pretty sure Sasha would tell her rainbows came out of her ass if it got her to cooperate.

“Left it is.” Sasha smiles. Clipping the monitor to her finger. “And how about blood pressure?” 

“Left.” Lydia mutters, exposing a little more of her right arm for Sasha to put the cuff on. 

“Alright.” Sasha says. And do you want forehead or tongue temperature?” 

“Tongue.” Lydia mutters, poking her little pale face out from underneath the blankets and opening her mouth. 

“Thank you.” Sasha smiles, poking the thermometer under her tongue and holding it there for a moment before pulling it out. “Fever free, good job kiddo.” 

“Thanks.” Lydia mutters, letting Sasha remove the pulse oximeter and the blood pressure cuff then retreating into the cocoon of blankets again. 

“You want something to eat?” Daryl asks quietly. 

“Waffle.” Lydia mumbles. “Plain.” 

“No butter or syrup.” He repeats. “Your tummy feeling better?” 

“Kind of.” She mutters. “Still feels like I’m on a tire swing.” 

“You gonna let me out of bed to go get it?” Daryl asks. 

“Fine.” She crawls off of him and curls up in the middle of the bed. “Hurry daddy.” 

“I will.” He promises, sliding into his boots and shuffling out of the room. Across the hall Henry’s door is open, the blinds are up, and the bed empty but unmade. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but he tried not to linger on it.

He gets a waffle for Lydia and a cup of black coffee for himself. He knows he should eat something but he doesn’t really have the energy or appetite to get anything down. Especially not with Lydia’s biopsy results hanging over him like this. This would mean a treatment plan, a timeline, a discharge date, a real tangible plan that could get his daughter well again. 

When Daryl returns to the room he finds Dr. Rheesitting on the end of the bed, letting Lydia hold her stethoscope to her swollen belly. 

“Daddy guess what!” Lydia says eagerly. “There’s a baby in there and I can hear him!” 

“Really?” Daryl frowns. 

“Yeah I use the listening thingy and I can hear his heart.” Lydia grins.

“Alright Lydia.” Dr. Rhee smiles. “It looks like it's time for your breakfast. How about I take that and go talk to your daddy while you eat?” 

“Okay.” Lydia frowns, handing the stethoscope back to Dr. Rhee. “He’ll be back soon?” 

“Yeah.” Dr. Rhee says. “Mr. Dixon if you’ll come with me?” 

“Oh uh, yeah sure.” Daryl nods, handing Lydia her waffles and following Dr. Rhee out of the room and down the hall. “Are we uh - going to that - that same room.” 

“Yeah.” Dr. Rhee says. “It’s a little more private.” 

“Is this about her biopsy results?” Daryl swallows, remembering what Carol had told him about that room.

“Yes.” Dr. Rhee nods. “We got them back this morning and I wanted to discuss the new treatment plan with you, we’ll be starting it today.” 

“Today.” Daryl swallows. “Isn’t she still on - on that other chemo?”

  “She is.” Dr. Rhee nods. “But we’ll be adding some new ones.” 

Ones. Plural. Daryl's stomach sinks father. 

Dr. Rhee holds the door open for him and he steps into the room, there’s a stack of papers on the table. She’s prepared this in advance. He takes a seat in the same chair he sat in the other day and takes a drink of his coffee, ignoring the burning sensation it sends down his throat. 

“So,” Dr. Rhee says, pulling some of the papers towards her and shuffling through them. “We got the results back from Lydia’s bone marrow biopsy and we were initially correct. She does have Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia.” 

“Okay.” He says slowly. “Like… that’s it?” 

“No.” Dr. Rhee slides the paper over to him, the text is small, and even though she’s highlighted portions of it it sort of dances around in front of him. “Lydia has a rare mutation we don’t often see in acute leukemia. It’s called the philadelphia chromosome. Essentially what it means is that two of the genes in the Leukemia cells have switched places. It also means that Lydia’s Leukemia is very high risk and will need to be treated aggressively. We’re going to do this with three different kinds of chemotherapy and a geneblocker called Distautinab. Distautinab is a newer drug and when used in conjunction with it’s predecessor Imatinib we’ve seen cure rates go up dramatically.” 

“Dramatically what - what does that mean?” Daryl swallows. 

“Well currently we’re at about 80 percent for this particular subtype of leukemia.” Dr. Rhee says. 

“Eighty percent.” He breathes. “And this - um - this is what subtype?” 

“Ph+ ALL.” Dr. Rhee says. 

The name triggers something in the back of his brain, he’s so exhausted that it takes him a moment to come back around to it. Carol. That’s what her daughter had. Carol’s daughter was dead. 

“Um Carol -“ 

“Yes,” Dr. Rhee says. “This is the same type of leukemia that carol’s daughter Sophia had. However Distautinab was not available for use in children at the time Sophia was treated.” 

“And Lydia.” He mutters. “What am I - what does this entail?” 

“A treatment plan of about two and a half years.” Dr. Rhee says. 

“Two and a half years.” Eh breathes. 

“Yes, though a period of that will be what is called maintenance Chemotherapy. It’s about a year of active treatment all together and a year and a half of maintenance. During active treatment she’ll have periods of chemo infusions both inpatient and outpatient, but during maintenance barring complications she’ll be at home taking daily oral chemo therapies.” 

“I - okay.” He mutters. 

“Do you need a minute?” She asks. 

“Please.” He breathes. 

“Alright, I’ll give you sometime.” Dr. Rhee stands and exits the room, Daryl fumbles for his phone in his sweatpants pocket. It’s not yet eight o’clock, the school day shouldn’t have started. He finds Carol’s number in his phone and hits the call button. 

“Daryl?” She picks up almost immediately. “Is everything okay?” 

“I - Lydia’s biopsy results.” He manages. “They’re  they’re not good.” 

“Okay.” Carol’s voice is blessedly steady. “What happened?” 

“It’s um - that chromosome thing. Lydia’s got it.” He mutters, running a hand over his hair and leaning against the table. He feels like he’s going to throw up. 

“Oh.” Her voice is almost silent on the end of the line. 

God this had been stupid of him. He shouldn’t have called and told her that. Her daughter died from that. He opens his mouth to apologize. 

“School gets out at 330.” She says, unknowingly cutting off his attempt at apology. “I can leave right after and be there by 430 okay?” 

“You don’t have t’ do that.” He says. 

“I’m going to be there by 430.” She says. “You - this is a lot to process. It’s hard. Have you gotten your treatment plan yet?” 

“No.” Daryl admits. “We-we’re about to discuss that she’s got a - a folder.” 

“Okay.” Carol says. “Look, I won’t promise you everything is going to be okay, but things have changed, three years is a long time in the world of cancer. And even if they hadn’t, you’re not alone in this Daryl.” 

“Two and a half years.” He chokes out. “She’s - she’s gonna be going through this for two and a half years.” 

“Yeah.” Carol says. “And so are you. This is your fight to Daryl, and you and Lydia aren’t alone here. I have a half an hour until class starts, are you okay?” 

“I- no.” Daryl says “She had a really rough night and now, now I’m going to go in there and condemn her to more and - and I know it’s going to save her life but she doesn’t know that. She doesn’t understand that.” 

“She understands more than you think Daryl.” Carol whispers. “She’ll be okay, she’ll get through this.” 

“We don’t know that.” Daryl whispers. 

“She has a father who’s fighting like hell for her.” Carol says. “That’s gonna make her okay. Not every kid has that. I’ll be there at 430 okay? I’ll bring dinner.” 

“Yeah.” He nods. “I uh - I should go. I need t’ - i need t’ know what’s gonna happen.” 

“Okay.” Carol says. “You want me to call at lunch?” 

“No.” He says. “I - she’s due for chemo around then, she likes me t’ hold her.”

“See, you’re all she needs.” She says. “I’ll see you tonight.” 

“Yeah.” He hangs up the phone and rests his head in his hands. 

“Ready?” Dr. Rhee steps back into the room. 

“Not really.” He sighs. “But yeah, lets do this I guess.” 

“So we’re going to start with the induction phase. That will consist of daily oral chemotherapy and steroids and weekly chemo through her PICC line.” Dr. Rhee slides a calendar sheet in front of him. “It will look something like this, though the dates will change based on her discharge date. We’re aiming for sometime next week, we just need to give her one round of inpatient chemo, check her counts and keep her fever free for 48 hours.” 

“We could be home next week?” That didn’t feel real to him, the idea that they could be home in a week. Hadn’t she just said that Lydia’s chemo was aggressive? 

“If everything goes well.” Dr. Rhee nods, tucking some of her short hair behind her ear. “We’re going to finish this round today and on saturday and then if all goes well you could be home by Wednesday. Now you’ll come back weekly for labs and chemotherapy, and if she spikes a fever above 100.4 you have to come into the ER right away.” 

“Okay.” He nods. “And that’s - that’s it? For two years?” 

“Well, no.” Dr. Rhee says. “Because of the type of leukemia that Lydia has we need to be aggressive in our treatment. This cancer likes to hide, so we’re going to do the induction phase, then we’re going to pull back on the chemo, to give her body a break and a chance to recover and then she’ll start three rounds of very aggressive chemotherapy. She’ll be inpatient for those, expect up to 30 days.” 

“30 days.” He mutters. 

“Yes. And she’s going to be a very sick little girl. But as I said the chances of a good outcome are high with this new drug.” Dr. Rhee says. “So if you’ll sign the paperwork I can get her chemo together and we can get ahead of this thing.” 

“Yeah.” Daryl nods, reaching for the papers and pen. “Jus’ - I want her t’ be a kid again.” 

“Kids are resilient.” Dr. Rhee says. 

“Yeah.” Daryl mutters. 

Can she still be resilient? 

[parkeraul]

spill your guts or fill your guts

a/n: anon suggested me but for a reason i couldn’t load this gif on the post, so it’s gonna be here lol. as the hoe that i am for james corden and this very specific part of the program, i’m unable to say no.  warnings: disgusting things, cursing. 

“Okay, Shawn-Shawn-Shawnie-Boy,” James calls Shawn, spinning the table filled with all the stuff he likes to call “delicacy”. She’s sitting in front of him, James standing in the middle between them both and, so far, the questions were not that hard to answer (they were but the foods and the smell of them made they both gulp and think twice). “I’m gonna give you...” The host is prolonging the tension, making Shawn turn his face away and look at the crowd, awkward smile showing up. It doesn’t matter what he’s gonna pick, Shawn might probably answer whatever it is so he won’t have to swallow down a bird’s saliva or a thousand-year-old egg — and let’s not get started on the cow’s tongue and fish eye. She’s biting on her lip, nervous for him because it’s not like she can’t suffer along with him, she’s the one who kisses his lips (maybe not for the next couple of weeks, though.) The table stops and James takes his hands off the wood, “I’m gonna give you the bull’s penis.”

Shawn sighs, putting both elbows on top of the table and facepalming with both hands, still not ready to face the weird thing standing below his face. He’s holding his breath, covering his eyes and pressing his palms even harder against his cheeks, blocking every single way so maybe the food will take the hint, create some legs and walk away. His desperation makes him consider that this idea can actually happen if he asks with all his heart.  The audience is clapping and screaming like crazy, making James smile devilishly and feel internally proud of his choice. Y/N, on the other hand, waits for the noises to shut down so she can let go of her lip and breathe before saying.  “You know you’re consequently dragging me down with him, right?” She points to her husband, who hasn’t moved a inch yet.  “Of course!” James says, chuckling. “But after some rub-rub of tongues the taste will go out, I promise you.”  She pokes her tongue out just to the thought of tasting it on Shawn’s mouth. She’d probably make him brush his teeth for the next several hours and drink all the vodka in the world to burn the flavour somehow.  “There’s no fuckin’ way I’m eating this,” Shawn tilts his head up to stare at James, who’s getting a card and tapping if twice against the table. “I don’t care what you have in there, I’m not gonna put this thing in my mouth.”  “Well, Shawn,” James starts, reading the question all over again and struggling to hold back the giggles. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” His shoulders are shrugging repeatedly from the laughing and he starts whimpering, bringing the crowd to giggle with him and at Shawn’s discomfort. “Okay,” He breathes in, laughs fading out and everyone goes silent to hear the question. Every muscle on Shawn’s body starts tensing for dear life — he doesn’t give a shit, he’ll answer whatever he needs to answer: about his career, his childhood, his secrets, the times he didn’t feel good on stage, the place he loved playing at the most... Anything that can free him from eating a bull’s penis. “Shawn Mendes...”  “James Corden.” Shawn answers, legs shaking uncontrollably under the table.  “You and Y/N have two lovely children, that I even met sometime ago...” James says after laughing at his instant reply, highlighting his name like it’s the most normal thing to answer after someone calls your name.  “Yeah, we do...” The audience yells again and clap their hands, Shawn and Y/N smiling proudly although his heart is sinking, wondering what the hell does their children have to do with this clownery.  “And you say you can’t ever favourite one of them, correct?”  “I could never.” At this moment, Shawn’s heart starts beating more calmly, thinking of his babyboy and babygirl at home with Karen, probably asleep one on top of the other with the blankets they carry around the house.  “But,” Corden calls out, raising his index finger in the air. “Which one of them did you have the most fun conceiving?” And as if this question alone wasn’t enough, he completes: “And where did it happen?”  Both Shawn and Y/N’s mouths fall open and they’re silently hoping the kids are sleeping or playing somewhere far far away from the TV. They aren’t older than 10 years old but they’re also not stupid — and oh God they’d hear lots and lots of questions back home, as tortuous as the questions they’ve been answering during the show.  “That’s fucked up, man,” Shawn takes a sip of water, wishing this sip could last forever so his mouth would be filled with something actually decent and he’d be unable to answer. “That’s... Shit!” He hisses the last word, placing his glass back to where it was before. “I... Lemme think.”  “What?” She nearly screams, looking at her husband totally shocked. “Are you actually thinking of answering this question?”  The people are laughing hard along with James, having the time of their lives and for a second no one — I repeat, no one, Shawn included — can imagine what his decision is gonna be and he wishes he was just joking to build up extra expectations, but the memories are rushing back inside his mind and they’re too delightful — if he’s honest — but ugh there’s fucking bull’s penis sliced in front of him and ugh his children are involved and ugh people would probably tweet about this until the end of his days.  “I mean... I think I remember when Raul was—“  “Oh my God, he’s answering!” James can’t believe his ears, he thinks he’s hallucinating or whatever.  “Lord Jesus Christ, Shawn,” She thinks she’s never been this religious before, not only mentioning but praying to all the names she knows that her husband is only playing around. “Do you still wanna be married after this?”  James throws his head back and Shawn, who was starting to gesture his hands in the air, looks at her and laughs nervously. Little Raul was the first one and, although he wasn’t exactly planned, it was a nice story to be told. It happened 5 years ago but it was one of the best unexpected things that’s ever happened to him — in all possible meanings — and he finds himself reliving the moment here and there.  “Don’t you remember, honey?” Shawn asks her, like they’re at home without five or six cameras pointed at them while they’re live for the whole world to see. He lifts his hands up so he can draw the moment better. “Like, we were at—”  “Shut up?!” She kind of asks too, sounding extremely squeaky as she feels her heart missing the beats and the wedding ring on her finger getting cold along with her fingers. She thinks she might faint at any time if he doesn’t stop joking around right now. “Will you shut up, please?!”  “This is so good!” They hear from James who’s nearly crying his eyes off from how much he’s been laughing at the situation, barely okay to speak like a regular person.  “Babe, it’s bull’s penis,” Shawn emphasizes, widening his eyes and grabbing the little bowl and moving it next to her. She pulls her hair back and smells, quickly getting back to stay away from that horrible thing. “It’s simple: we’ll just never tell Raul about this or... Let him watch this interview.”  “So Raul was the best?” James asks, his big smile swelling his cheeks up and almost hidding his blue curious eyes.  Shawn goes speechless, smelling the food and putting the bowl back to its place. Fuck, it’s really disgusting. He looks at it and imagines that the texture is probably awful, and the taste has to be even worse. Knowing little Raul and concluding that he might only grow up smarter than he already is, Shawn rubs his whole face before placing both hands down on the table, tilting his head when he thinks about the other situation.  “Well... Now that you asked I might say that Isabella was also very very fun to—” “No way!” Corden comes out very loud and everyone laughs, some people covering their mouths just like Y/N is doing right now. Yeah, no way.  “I can’t believe this is happening...” She mutters to herself but audible enough for the mic to capture, making the crowd go wilder with her reactions as she looks down with her hand doing its best to support her forehead leaned against it so heavily.  “What?” Shawn opens his arms like he’s questioning a normal thing. “She’s going to be so mad at me if I don’t bring her up! You know she’s jealous.”  “I’m gonna be mad at you if you bring her or Raul up,” She says through gritted teeth, only facing him to point a finger towards his chest like she’s promising to bury a knife deep down his chest at home if he keeps on rambling. “Eat your penis.” She says and Shawn knows she’s not asking, covering his lap with the napkin they’ve offered. She’s coming off dramatically to increase the fun, but a huge part of her is being dead serious. Lord knows what the kids would say and how much they’d be teased in school. They can’t take the risk, that’s not even an option.  There’s a moment of silence when Shawn rearranges himself on his chair, gulping harshly as his hand threatens to go inside that bowl, moving back and forth repetitively.  In a lack of sanity, with a grimace taking over his whole face — hard enough to the skin under his hairline move so strongly that some curls fall from their place — Shawn takes three pieces between his fingers and shut his eyes close, shoving the food inside his mouth and chewing sloppily while he reaches the bucket on the floor, covering his whole face with it and spitting the food as fast as possible.  “Who-hoa!” James says, laughing weakly to let his words out. “That’s Shawn Mendes, everyone!”  People go back to clapping, screaming and whistling and Shawn practically swallows down his water in two large gulps.  “Thank God.” She says under her breath, relaxing in her seat.  “Is the marriage still up?” Eyeing her, Shawn asks raising an eyebrow and his grin is undeniably cute as his sweet puppy eyes study all her face, waiting for her response while he run his fingers through his curly hair.  “It is.”  “Then kiss me.”  “Na-ah!”

[elle-boll]

Backstage - John Deacon

A fic??? On this blog??? Pshhhhhh...

So uh, yeah, I am just making one. All my Roger content and all hopes of continuity are gone, whoopsie, appears I am just lazy. But this is a nightly post from yours truly, and I hope you enjoy some awkward Deaky!!!

Summary: A night at a Queen concert lands you and your best friend backstage, however only one of you is getting action...the other is left to some awkwardness backstage

Warnings: Mentions of sex (no explicit writing!) and some swearing :”)

Word Count: 2K 

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It was a late Summer’s evening, in the back of the taxi was you and your best friend, Cindy, both chatting with excitement. You were both pulling out handheld mirrors to check your hair. Two pit tickets were nestled in your pocket and you both had a plan devised to make it to the barrier. In her words, she wanted to feel the spit on her face, graphic indeed. The pair of you could barely hold back your giggles as the taxi parked outside the venue, a wad of cash in your hand as you passed it into the front seat.

You both sweaty as you had ran to the barricade, pushing past people but not slow enough to be pushed back behind them. Your hands clasped around the fence as you both stared at one another in disbelief. You both laughed between deep breaths, trying to come back around to yourself, to prepare yourselves. The stage was almost in arm’s reach but your hands just grasped the barrier instead, determined not to be pushed behind the hoards of equally eager fans. The venue lights shone down on the audience as the lights on the stage turned on suddenly, you could practically feel your heart leaping from your chest. 

Throughout the night, you both clung onto each other and sang till your throats felt red raw and sore. Your legs felt weak from jumping around and your arms were tired trying to reach out to Freddie as he pranced around the stage. Your eyes had gone to the very back of the stage to see Roger, his eyes, while on his set, were also in your direction, but not at you. You turned to Cindy and made a comment along the lines of; “I think he likes you!” but you both just cackled at the idea of the drummer of Queen staring at your best friend, and so did she.

The concert had ended with a bang, you could feel your sweat dripping off your forehead and you saw Cindy had teary eyes, you just laughed and took her into your arms, still cheering. You both went to make it to the exit, exhilarated and slowly coming off the concert high when a hand had tapped Cindy’s shoulder. A large man in a suit like uniform had tapped her.

“Sorry ma’am but I’ve been asked to bring you backstage if you have the time?” He asked, holding out an ‘All Access’ pass to her. She turned her head to you with utter shock on her face, but you stared at the man instead. 

“I’m afraid she won’t be goin’ anywhere without her personal bodyguard' You smirked, hearing her snicker slightly. He turned slightly and spoke into a radio attached to his chest pocket, you noticed the logo of a security service embroidered onto his sleeve. He nodded, requesting you both follow him, opening the barrier to let you in. You overheard a few comments made by passersby, some rude, some intrigued.

The backstage was bustling with life, electricians, security, cleaners, all the sorts were rushing around after the concert. You walked down towards a hall in the venue, presumably to the dressing room. 

“Down that hall, no turns just straight on, there’s a communal area, make yourself comfy” He gestured down the hall as he stopped outside a door with the name, “Taylor, Roger” written in scrawly writing with a smiley face next to it on a small whiteboard. You gave Cindy a hug, fixing up her hair and the mascara that had trailed under her eyes, before wishing her luck.

“Pharmacies are open late, so we can grab Plan B” You winked, laughing as you walked down the hallway into the communal area. It was a few couches with a table of water bottles and some empty bowls on it. They must’ve gorged on the snacks before the show or directly after. There was also a large metal container with a label on it; “HOT WATER!!!” and a plastic jug of milk next to it, there was barely any milk left...but just enough for a cup of tea.

You walked over to the table, helping yourself, trying to down some of the water simultaneously to ease your aching throat. You carefully sipped the tea, careful not to scorch your tongue. You placed it back on the table, leaving it to cool, turning around and seeing someone walk in. You were frozen in place as the man looked to you. It was John Deacon, the real bloody John Deacon. You coughed and awkwardly stood yourself up a bit straighter.

“Uhh, if you’re here for Rog...his room’s down there?” He stated, a tone of confusion in his voice, standing just as awkwardly as you were. 

“Is Roger’s girly there!?” You heard someone yell down the hallway, you shook your head frantically and moved your hand over your neck, to say no. “Uh, no, Fred...just a girl, are you lost o- OH! You’re the friend that’s with the girl, ah right, right, well…” He clasped his hands together, the sound of shoes rushing down the hall became louder.

“Hello, love!” Freddie popped around the corner, making his way over, holding his arms out. He looked at you as though he’s known you for years, “I’m Freddie, Freddie Mercury, lovely to meet you!” He introduced. His smile was wide as he hugged you, placing a kiss on each of your cheeks before squeezing you. 

“I hope he’s not been bothering you too long...did you even say hello, John? God, so rude” He tutted, barely even waiting for John to reply.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, dear, I do look dreadful right after a performance” He laughed, you tried to not look like a massive fan, trying to be casual. 

“Th-The show tonight...it was fantastic” You smiled, and smiled wider when he pouted gently, placing a hand on his chest. “You’re too sweet dearie, even after Brian’s slip-up,  hm?” He questioned.

“Will you ever shut up about that!” You heard a yell further down. You laughed, glancing over Freddie’s shoulder to see John still looking at you, but turning away when you both made eye contact. You took the styrofoam cup of tea and took a small sip. Freddie had walked to land himself on the couch, sighing loudly as he placed an arm over his eyes.

“I could sleep for a fucking eternity!” He announced, you were still going crazy inside. You looked to John and saw him trying to be subtle as he looked at you. You really regretted settling for one of your brother’s loose button-up shirts and a pair of old bell bottoms, ‘artistically’ stained with paint.

“John, your um, your performance was amazing, you were really good, I was actually like, directly by you, in the audience, I mean” You stammered, watching his head pipe up at the mention of his name. He laughed quietly, waving his hand dismissively. “Just doing what I do every night” He smiled, his face slightly red. He was probably just really warm.

“Why does my room have to be next to Rogers?! I just wanna change without hearing him shag!” A man yelled as he walked into the room, lanky legs carrying him in. It was Brian May. His hair looked great up close, was all you could think of when you saw him. “Fuckin’ disgusting, Deaky can get the room next to Roger and his birds next time” Brian muttered, barely even registering you were there, but when he did, you saw his face fall. 

“Ah, I am really sorry, I usually don’t burst out like that” He apologised, you heard the other two sniggering. He held his hand out, “Brian” He introduced, firmly shaking it. They all seemed so humble. 

“That bird is my friend, Cindy, she’s a big fan as well, she actually cried at the end of the concert,” You told them, going to sit down on the couch, watching as they awaited more from you. You decided to tell them about yourself for a few minutes.

John had sat next to you and Brian had pushed Freddie to the other end of the couch that he was hogging to himself. Freddie appeared half asleep but still intent on listening to you.

“I’ve been to a few concerts, and a lot of pub gigs, and most of the time, Cindy gets taken to the back, we do have a reputation for making it to the barricade...it’s a bit weird to be in the shadows while she takes the limelight, of course she’s gorgeous and I am so proud to call her my best friend, but yeah...I don’t know where I was going with this” You rubbed your temples, laughing a little to try to conceal the fact that you were a little disappointed or upset. 

“I think you’re gorgeous...and I don’t think you need a guitarist or a singer to validate that” John piped up, your head turning to see him, his hair tossed behind his shoulder. You smiled kindly at him, chuckling a little as your face went red. A small ‘thank you’ passed your lips, trying not to giggle. The room had gone silent and in that, there was a series of noises from the dressing rooms, everyone cringed a little. 

It was a few minutes later, Freddie had passed out, his legs sprawled onto Brian’s lap, who also seemed to have fallen asleep. John and you had just begun to talk, the more you talked, the less awkward it seemed to feel. You had sat on the couch in a way that your body faced John, and he had scooted slightly closer but kept his hands to himself. “How long’s it been?” You chuckled, he looked down at his sleeve. “Only forty minutes...you know, I’ve seen a lot of girls get taken backstage by a particular member at our shows, and I’ve never seen someone else tag along, I’m glad that it fills the silence” He smiled, but as he finished his sentence. His lips opened as though he was about to say something else but as he did, a door was unlocked and down the hall, Roger and Cindy walked out together. 

Her hair was frizzy and her cheeks were flushed, she walked slower than she usually did. Her mascara was all under her eyes and her clothes were dishevelled. His hair was a tangled mess and he had a slight smirk on his face, whispering things to her as they approached the communal area. 

“Need a trip to the pharmacy?” You raised a brow, watching her say ‘ha-ha’ before she came and held her hand out to you, to pick you up off the couch. You let her drag you up onto your feet and saw John suddenly stand up, looking at you. You turned to look at him and he cleared his throat.

“We’re in the area for the next few days...if you’re free?” He asked, his tone going back to that awkward one he had when he first saw you in that room. You smiled at him, “Do you have any paper? I’ll give you my number, in case you do have some free time”.

Cindy and you were escorted out by security, who held the shoulder of Cindy as she seemed a bit...weak. 

“Had fun?” You teased, laughing at her as you both made your way down to the pharmacy, which was still open. “Y/N, I’m never gonna have sex better than that...at least not for a bit” She pulled a piece of tissue paper out of her pocket, with a number scrawled on it in whiteboard marker. You both cheered and laughed, still giddy when you bought some over-the-counter Plan B.

[layce2015]

John Wick (John Wick x Reader)

Chapter 3: Baba Yaga

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Viggo walks down the stairs from his rooftop, his mind racing and his heart beating fast. He knew his son was doomed. And the bad thing is, his son doesn't even know what he just unleashed. "Viggo?" A voice said as he got down the stairs. He turns to see his henchman, Avi, standing there. "Yeah?" Viggo asked. "They've agreed to your terms. I mean, it's not like you gave them much of a choice anyway, though, right? Congratulations." Avi said but he noticed that Viggo was not happy, he looked perturbed.

"Sir?" He said as Viggo looks down. Then he looks up at Avi. "Have you seen my son?" He asked him.

Later, Iosef climbs out of his new vehicle as the rest of his friend climbs out. One of them drags you out of the car and leads you to a very swanky looking building. Okay, not the kind of thugs I was thinking. You thought as they lead you into the building then to an elevator, heading to the top floor.

"How was your trip, kid?" Avi asked Iosef, once he walked in. "We won't be hearing from them anytime soon. Or ever." Iosef said as Viggo grabs a couple of glasses then walks right in front of his son, who started to look worried. Viggo hands one of the glass to him and they clinked their glass together. Iosef, relieved, downs his drink as his father walks back to the bar and sets his drink down.

"That's a nice jacket." Viggo said to Iosef. "Thanks." Iosef said. "Yeah." Viggo said before he punches his son in the stomach. Iosef doubles over and spits up the drink on the floor once his knees hit the floor. "Clean that up." Viggo ordered his son as he tosses him a napkin. "Should I go?" Avi asked Viggo as Iosef cleans up his mess.

Viggo takes off his suit jacket and started to grumble in Russian. "Viggo, English, please. Come on..." Avi said, annoyed. "Stay, damn it!" Viggo shouts at Avi, who nods.

"What did I do?" Iosef asked, groaning. "You fucked up." Viggo replied to him, angrily. "We did what you asked. No one saw shit." Iosef said to his dad. Viggo grabs Iosef by the shoulders and pulls him up. "I'm not talking about Atlantic City." Viggo said as he let's his son go. "What, then? You mean Aurelio's? So I stole a fucking car!" Iosef said and this angered his dad as he punches his son in the stomach.

"Aw, fuck, Viggo! Right, I'll go..." Avi said trying to walk out but Viggo points at him. "You stay!" Viggo orders then he turns to Iosef, who doubles on the ground. "You also kidnapped a woman!" Viggo growled. "Yeah, so?" Iosef said. "Where is she?" Viggo asked.

Minutes later, you were brought up to the bar room by Avi, who went out to fetch you. As you were brought in, Viggo had punched his son again and this made you jump a bit. "Here she is." Avi said as he leads you to Viggo, who stares at you. Rope was tied around your wrists and a cloth was wrapped around your mouth, dried tears had crusted on your face.

Viggo sighs and mumbles something in Russian before he turns to his son. "This is not how you treat a lady. Take that thing off of her mouth." Viggo order Avi. Avi nods and removes the cloth from your mouth, you let out a few shaky breathes then looked over at Viggo as he started to feel slightly bad for you. 

Viggo could see that you were beyond scared and he looks over at his son in anger. Iosef stands up but Viggo punches him again in the gut, making fall over again. Then Viggo goes over to the bar, puts his suit jacket back on then looks at his son as he goes and pours a new drink.

"It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to." Viggo said as he pours the water in the glass then hands the glass to you. You looked up at him, suspiciously, and he smirks. "There's nothing wrong with it, my dear. It's just water. I promise." He said and you, slowly and reluctantly, take the drink and began to drink it.

"Who? The fucking nobody!" Iosef yelled. "That fuckin' nobody is John Wick." Viggo said and your furrow your brow at this. How did this man know your husband? You couldn't picture John being around men like these. "He once was an associate of ours. They call him Baba Yaga." Viggo said. "The Boogeyman?" Iosef asked, disbelief. "Well, John wasn't exactly The Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman." Viggo replied. "Oh." Iosef mutters.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. An Associate? The Boogeyman? Killing? This didn't sound like the John you know. Viggo noticed your look of shock and confusion and he looks over at you. Then it hit him. "Ah, he did not tell you?" Viggo asked and you look right into his eyes. "Tell me what?" You asked in a raspy whisper.

"Your husband is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will. Something my son knows very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar. With a pencil. With a fuckin'....pencil." Viggo explains and your eyes widen even more. No, this can't be! You thought, frantically. "Then suddenly one day he asked to leave. It was over you, of course." Viggo said as he gestures to you then he turns to his son.

"So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now." He said then he turns back to you. "I am so sorry, my dear, that you had to hear this from me." He said before he turn back to Iosef. "And then, my son, a few days after his sister-in-law died, you steal his car, kidnap his wife and kill his fuckin' dog." Viggo growls.

"Father, I can make this right." Iosef said. "Oh... How do you plan that?" Viggo asked him. "By finishing what I started." Iosef said and he starts to charge at you and you jump back but Viggo stands in front of his son. "What the... Did he hear a fucking word I said?" Viggo said as he turns to you and Avi.

"Dad, I can do this! Please!" Iosef pleads, firmly, then Viggo goes and hugs his son. "Iosef! Iosef! Listen!" He said then he turns to his son's ear and said. "John will come for you. And you will do nothing, because you can do nothing. So take this woman to a safe place, do not harm her and get the fuck out of my sight!" Iosef glares at his father but Viggo gives him a warning look, as if to say If you harm her, you'll be more sorry than you are now.

Iosef looks down then goes over to you and grabs your arm. You struggle a bit as Avi takes your glass out of your hands. Iosef jerks you away from Avi and you let out a small yell then Viggo glares at his son. "Iosef!" He yells and Iosef looks over at his dad, who gave him that same warning look. Iosef looks down then lead you out, a bit more gently.

Meanwhile, back at home, John had grabbed a sledgehammer and headed down the basement. He didn't think he would come back to this, but he need to. He needed to save you. He walks up to the middle of the basement, lifts up the sledgehammer then slams it down on the floor. He does this, repeatedly, a few more times until he finally breaks through ground. 

He let's out a yell and slams the hammer down a few of the bigger loose chunks of concrete then sets the hammer aside and gets on his knees. He pushes away all of the concrete dust, revealing a large case underneath. He wipes it off then opens it, revealing rows of gold coins and his guns.

Viggo opens up a safe then looks through it until he found what he was looking for. He pulls out the old book then pulls out his cellphone and dials a number he didn't think he would need to dial anymore.

John was pulling out his case when the old phone on a table near him began to ring. He goes over to the phone, picks it up but doesn't say a word. "Hello, John. I heard about your sister-in-law, and I'm sorry. My condolences. It seems to be fate, or happenstance or just bad fuckin' luck caused our paths to cross once again." Viggo said to him, John continues to stay silent. "I also wanted to let you know, your wife is alive and she is safe, I'm making sure of it." Viggo informs and John felt a bit better, knowing you were still alive, but he still doesn't reply to Viggo.

"John?" Viggo said but John stays silent so Viggo decided to try and make a deal with him. "Let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men, to move on..." he said until John hangs up on him. Viggo sighs then sets his phone down. "What'd he say?" Avi asked. "Enough." Viggo said. "Oh, God." Avi whispered in fear and Viggo turns to him. "Task your crew." He orders. "How many?" Avi asked. "How many do you have?" Viggo asked.

Hurry fall asleep or The Boogeyman will come for you.

From the swamp he will come 

and take the children that don't behave.

The Boogeyman

After taking a shower, John starts to suit up and get ready while Avi's men started to make their way to his house. He goes to the side table by the bed and picks up his gun, which was next to Daisy's collar and your bracelet. He grabs your bracelet and pockets it then heard one of the doors open downstairs and makes his way out of the room and around the corner.

He hears a few men come up the stairs and he stays in the shadows until a couple of men get close enough. He comes out of the shadows and shot one of them in the head. Before the second guy could do anything, John shoots him a couple of time before shooting him in the head. Another guy comes up the stairs but John shoots him and the man's body falls down the stairs.

He looks over then down to see another guy aiming up at him, so he jumps over the railings, lands down and begins to fire at the guy. Once that guy was taken out, another guy try to come up behind John but he turns and shoots him then he slides over to the corner and waits, reloads his gun, until he heard one of the men start to reload his gun.

That gave him the upper hand as he pops out from the corner, knock the gun out of his hand and karate chops the man's hand. The man tries to fight back but John flips him over then he looks up to see another guy come in and he shoots him then looks down at the guy he just flips over and shoots him.

He let's out a few heavy breaths then goes to hide as a couple more men started walking around another part of the house. He comes out knocks one of them down, shoots him, then shoots the second guy. Another guy comes up and John shoots at him but the man ducks and takes cover to a wall. 

John hides on the other side as the man turns around and fires at the wall but John crouches down, avoiding the bullets. The guy comes out and tries to punch John but he blocks the hit and starts to punch him then flings him out of the window. John reloads his gun and shoots the man before he can get up. 

He walks down a small hallway and happened to see someone coming around the corner, so he grabs the guy's gun just as they man fires. The guy comes out and shoves John up against the wall and the two struggle for a bit until Joyn flips him over on the kitchen counter when another guy comes up.

The two spare for a bit until John flips him on the ground then goes to the guy on the counter. He beats that guy up then had his head leaning against the edge of the counter and slams his hand on the guys neck, breaking it. The guy that was on the floor gets back up and he and John began to fight, they continued to fight out into the hall when John flips him over then grabs him from behind and wraps his arm around his neck. 

The guy pulls out a knife and tries to stab him but he couldn't get to him as John grabbed his wrist and tries to hold it. The guy was fighting against him then John pushes him down to the ground, grabs the man's hand, which was still holding the knife, and aims it at the man's chest. The guy still held on strong until John raises his hand and slams it down on the knife, continuously, until he finally stabs the man.

John takes a few deep breathes when he hears the doorbell ring. He looks up at the door and sees red and blue lights flashing outside of the window. He gets up, hides his gun behind his back, and answers the door. "Evenin', John." The officer greets. "Evenin', Jimmy. Noise complaint?" John asked. "Noise complaint." Jimmy confirmed then he looks at John then leans his head to try to look inside the house and sees a body.

"You, uh, workin' again?" Jimmy asked John, after he takes his hat off. "No, just sortin' some stuff out." John replied. "Ah, well... I'll leave you be, then. Good night, John." Jimmy said. "Good night, Jimmy." John said and he shuts the door as Jimmy turns around and gets back into his car.

John heads back to the basement, picks up the phone and dials a number. "This is Wick. Yes, John Wick, that's right. I'd like to make a dinner reservation for 12." He said. Moments later he grabs some coins, counts them out then heads upstairs. 

He opens to door to see three men standing there. "Good to see you, John." The older man said, smiling. "Charlie." John greets as he opens the door and Charlie walks in then steps aside as his men come in with cleaning supplies. "You look good." Charlie said to John. "And here I'd feared you'd left all this behind." Charlie said and he walks off as his men began to pick up the bodies and clean the blood off of the floor and the  walls.

Later, they loaded up the bodies in the back of the van when Charlie turns to John. "Will I be hearin' from you anytime soon?" He asked. John looks over at him then hands him the coins. "Goodbye, Charlie." He said. "John." Charlie said, nodding, and his men closed the van doors and they headed out.

"Of course he did." Viggo mutters once Avi brings him the news of the men he sent were all dead, the next morning. "Put a contract on John Wick." Viggo said to him. "How much?" Avi asked. "Two million." Viggo said and Avi nods. "Lure the wolf with the hen." Viggo whispers, making Avi roll his head to the side. "English, Viggo, please." Avi said.

"Put Iosef in the Red Circle and wait." Viggo said. "For what?" Avi asked. "For John Wick, of course." Viggo said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And the girl?" Avi asked him. "Make sure there is a guard by her door." Viggo said and Avi nods.

Meanwhile, you were in this small bedroom and started to pace around the room. You couldn't believe the predicament you were in but you also couldn't believe that John had worked with these men and he was an assassin. You just couldn't comprehend that; but Viggo knew your husband by name and when be talked about John, he seemed dead serious about. You also could tell that he was terrified of John.

Then this made you think of John, you were hurt and a little angry that he lied to you about this. You run your hands over your face then let out a heavy sigh then sit down on the bed. But even though you were feeling this way, it still didn't stop you from worrying about him. Whether he was the John you knew or this unstoppable killing machine Viggo told you about, you were worried and you hoped that he was okay.

You still loved him after all.

There was a small knock at your door and you looked over at it as a Hispanic woman, in a maid's outfit, enters the room. "Mrs Wick?" She asked and you nodded at her. The woman holds up a stack of clothes for you and said. "Mr Tarasov wanted to make sure you were comfortable, so here's some new clothes for you."

She hands you the clothes and you look them over, it was a pair of jeans and a cream color shirt with sleeves that looked long enough to make it to your elbow. You look at the clothes then look up at the woman, who smiles at you. "A-Am I gonna get out of here? If so, when?" You asked her. "Oh, I don't know, ma'am." The woman said and she starts to walk out and you follow her out.

"Wait, please! I just want to get out of here." You say to her as she walks out of the door. As you get out, a large man comes up to the door and gives you a stern look at you. You stop and step back a bit in fright as you stare at him. "Please! Let me go." You plead. "I'm afraid I can't do that." The guard said and he shuts the door.

You run up to the door and pounded on the door with your fists. You yell and shout at them to let you go but nobody comes. Finally, you stop then slide down against the door and let out a few sobs. You wipe away the tears then look up and noticed a window across the room.

You stare at it and an idea forms in your head.

Chapter 4

[whflibrary]

playlist + downers and wastrels!!

     this playlist is a 15-song compilation of music that reminded me of the downers/wastrels of we happy few, and are organized below the read-more by relevant lyrics and character types they pertain to!!

OVERDOSE / GRANDSON (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ i’ve been way too numb now, i’m living on the run now. oh, i gotta get out of this town somehow. ❞ + ❝ ‘cause the bad’s been slowly getting worse, and this fast lane - living, it’s a curse. better tell me - what’s your life worth? i think it’s time for a change. ❞ + ❝ ‘cause the drugs don’t work anymore. all fun and games until i hit the floor - overdose. ❞ + ❝ i couldn’t find the thrill again, i couldn’t seem to kill the pain. i was living in the moment, searching for a little serotonin, but this shit ain’t fun now. ❞

MEDS / PLACEBO (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ i was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget what happened to us - what happened to me - what happened as i let it slip. i was confused by the powers that be, forgetting names and faces. passersby were looking at me, as if they could erase it. ❞ + ❝ baby, did you forget to take your meds? ❞ + ❝ i was alone, staring over the ledge, trying my best not to forget all manner of joy, all manner of glee, and our one heroic pledge. how it mattered to us, how it mattered to me, and the consequences. i was confused by the birds and the bees, forgetting if i meant it. ❞

MY RADIO / STARS (WASTRELS + DOWNERS + UNCLE JACK). ❝ it’s hard to remember days, mornings lost in a chronic haze. breath is fast and the trains are slow, i barely feel it though. all day long, i fantasize in the dark behind peoples’ eyes. and then they disappear, words get lost in the atmosphere. ❞ + ❝ the truth i’ll tell, i’ll tell the truth. you ask for facts, well, i’ll give you proof. ❞ + ❝ all i want is my radio, all i want is my radio. he speaks in a voice i know, sounds like sand when the tide is low. ❞ + ❝ all i want is a room somewhere, far away from all the chemo air. and when i go, my radio will play a song that lingers. ❞

CRY FORUM / MOTHER MOTHER (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ i stare at the populous in prayer - i look at them, talking to the air. i sing for them, they don’t seem to hear. i cry for them. ❞ + ❝ are they in outer space, on a populous parade? are they in some kind of race that i do not have the legs for? i’m not one to kill joy, but i’m just digging pro-choice. ❞ + ❝ are they all out of touch? are they touching it too much? are they on some kind of drug that i haven’t done enough of? ❞ + ❝ are they all out of turn? are they ever gonna learn? about the fires that might burn, about the feelings that might hurt me? ❞

ALONE / EYESHINE (WASTRELS + THE GARDEN DISTRICT). ❝ tonight looks like a cold one, if the moon decides to show and dance along the ocean. but none of us will know. none of us will know. ❞ + ❝ so, this is the end of it. it’s time for us to go back to where we started, back to what we know. do you know what it feels like to be alone? well, i do. ❞ + ❝ tomorrow’s never promised to you, this road we all share. ❞

EVERYBODY KNOWS / SIGRID (DOWNERS + ESCAPING WELLINGTON WELLS). ❝ everybody knows that the dice are loaded, everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. everybody knows that the war is over, everybody knows the good guys lost. everybody knows the fight is fixed, the poor stay poor, the rich get rich. that’s how it goes - everybody knows. ❞ + ❝ everybody knows the boat is leaking, everybody knows the captain lied. everybody’s talking to their pockets, everybody wants a box of chocolates and a long-stem rose. everybody knows. ❞ + ❝ everybody knows that the plague is coming, everybody knows that it’s moving fast. everybody knows that the naked man and woman are just a shining artifact of the past. ❞ + ❝ everybody knows it’s coming apart. take one last look at this sacred heart before it blows. everybody knows. ❞

PARIS IS BURNING / ST. VINCENT (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ i write to give word that the war is over, send my cinders home to mother.they gave me a medal for my valor, leaden trumpets spit the soot of power. ❞ + ❝ they say “i’m on your side when nobody is, ‘cause nobody is. come sit right here and sleep, while i slip poison in your ear”. ❞ + ❝ we are waiting on a telegram to bring us news of the fall. i am sorry to report, dear paris is burning after all. we have taken to the streets in open rejoice, revolting. we are dancing a black waltz - fair paris is burning after all. ❞ + ❝ enclosed in this letter, there’s a picture - black and white for your refrigerator. sticks and stones have made me smarter, it’s words that cut me under my armour. ❞

CROSSFIRE / STEPHEN (WASTRELS + THE GARDEN DISTRICT). ❝ he keeps waking up, but it’s not to the sound of birds. the tyranny, the violent streets, deprived of all that we’re blessed with. and we can’t get enough. ❞ + ❝ heaven, if you could send us down so we could build a playground for the sinners to play as saints, you’d be so proud of what we’ve made. ❞ + ❝ i hope you’ve got some beds around, ‘cause you’re the only refuge now for every mother, every child, every brother, that’s caught in the crossfire. ❞

CLINT EASTWOOD / GORILLAZ (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ i ain’t happy, i’m feeling glad. i’ve got sunshine in a bag. i’m useless, but not for long - my future is coming on. ❞ + ❝ intangible - bet you didn’t think, so i command you to. ❞ + ❝ you see with your eyes, i see destruction and demise. corruption in disguise from this fuckin’ enterprise, now i’m sucked into your lies. ❞ + ❝ i brought all this so you can survive when law is lawless. feelings, sensations that you thought were dead - no squealing, remember that it’s all in your head. ❞

THE STUPID, THE PROUD / IAMX (WASTRELS + THE GARDEN DISTRICT). ❝ god is dead - we get to sleep tonight. walk with me into the truth, out of your lies. ❞ + ❝ the armies of faithful, the killers of reason, the grief of the crown. the stupid, the proud - they blow our houses down. ❞ + ❝ exalt yourself, do it to stay alive. you must demand, they must abide. queer is the universe - habit the liberty, destructive in time. hunt down your future. and everything you know is not enough to survive. ❞

BLOOD // WATER / GRANDSON (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ we’ll never get free, lamb to the slaughter. what you gonna do when there’s blood in the water? the price of your greed is your son and your daughter. ❞ + ❝ look me in my eyes, tell me everything’s not fine. oh, the people ain’t happy, and the river has run dry. you thought you could go free, but the system is done for. ❞

OLD YELLOW BRICKS / ARCTIC MONKEYS (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ quite the little escapologist - you looked so miffed when you wished for a thousand places better than this. you are the fugitive, but you don’t know what you’re running from. ❞ + ❝ who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up, blinded by nostalgia? ❞ + ❝ she was enraged by the way that the emperor put traps in the cage, and the days she seemed dull led to nights reading beer bottles. ❞ + ❝ she said “i want to sleep in the city that never wakes up, and revel in nostalgia”. ❞

KINGDOM OF ZOD / BILLY TALENT (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ we’ll never drink your medicine, and we’ll never think your way. masters of broken promises are born to manipulate. your mind is a vault of prejudice, but we see through the door - your dirty little secrets aren’t so secret anymore. ❞ + ❝ no room for your daft intolerance left in this day and age - we’re not gonna go down quietly, we’re not gonna be afraid. ‘cause under the cloak of sanities are madmen in disguise - are we blind? ❞ + ❝ i believe it, but i don’t understand. i feel it coming at the back of the head. if you think, you’ll be the one in command. it’ll tear us apart in the end. we’re gonna make it like a thief in the night. we’ll uncover up the evidence of their crimes. ❞

RACE TO THE BOTTOM / DAN MANGAN (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ and so the artist screams into an empty cup - he says that you’re a soulless bunch, but you could still wake up. ❞ + ❝ here’s what we know: we don’t know what we’ve got, or if we’ve got it. and what we had, we already forgot it. the race is evidently to the bottom - we don’t know what to say. ❞ + ❝ don’t know what it was, but we want it back, like every generation will repeat the last. put a halo on a figurehead or photograph - resist a little bit and you become “the man”. dreaming of a simpler time, it occurs to me that the past is hypothetical fantasy, and nostalgia just ain’t what it used to be. ❞

PLANET HEALTH / CHAIRLIFT (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ when i arrived on planet health, in the state of being well, i altered my self-conscious messes and body images. ❞ + ❝ i am feeling great tonight - we are feeling great tonight. ❞ + ❝ then i found out where you’re sent when you’re sick and sad and old - they kick you off of planet health, into a universe of cold. ❞

LIES / BILLY TALENT (DOWNERS + THE VILLAGE). ❝ forced conversation, hidden agenda - you think we’re stupid, how dare you? the rug has not been pulled over our eyes, you fool - we can see right through. ❞ + ❝ tiptoeing villains, eyes in the ceiling - your false intentions have worn thin. but we’ve been in your room and in your closet too, we’ve got one on you. ❞ + ❝ lies make it better, lies are forever. lies to go home to, lies to wake up to. lies from the altar, lies make you falter. lies keep your mouth fed, lies ‘til your deathbed. ❞ + ❝ inside an office, a fallen angel - a smiling buddha with snake eyes creates the latest trends. and i just can’t pretend - don’t call me your friend. ❞

[hismissharley13]

Blue Eyes, Cigarettes and Whiskey Chapter 7

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Your eyes flutter open, squinting slightly as the shaft of morning sunlight hits your face, through the crack in the curtain.  Turning over, you take the opportunity to admire the view once again.  You wonder at the horrors which caused the numerous scars; a round one above his heart, surrounded by the sun-burst tattoo, more ragged ones showing evidence of self-stitching in the past.  So many marks, so many things damaged this man who’s bed you lay in.  So many things and yet none seemed to influence his behaviour towards you.  You stretch out, noticing the slight aches and stiffness from your nocturnal activities, smiling to yourself.  Not many women could boast such an eye-opening introduction to sex!

           Your movements cause Tommy to stir, folding you into his arms, your back to his front.  He crushes you in an embrace, nuzzling into your hair and neck.  You feel his chest rise as he inhales deeply, wriggling as his breath tickles your neck.  The action causes you to notice his stiffening cock and he growls wordlessly in your ear.

“Tommy Shelby, you are insatiable!” you gasp, pushing your behind into him to accent your point as you squirm suggestively.

“With such a minx in my bed, it’s hard not to be,” he kisses the back of your neck, sweeping aside your hair to gain better access.  His hand trails down your arm and rests on your hip, pulling you against him.  You push backwards and his hand trails up between your thighs.  Your breath hitches in anticipation and he withdraws his hand, leaving you wanting.

“Always so eager,” he whispers in your ear, “but I think you need to learn some patience,” he grins wickedly as you whine in disappointment. He pecks you on the cheek and bounds off the bed.

Your mouth pops open in shock at this sudden change.

“Come on, time to get up, lots to do today,”

You roll onto your side in response and he slaps your bare behind with a flick of his wrist.  You snap your head around to look at him and he winks,

“What? You weren’t quick enough!”

You groan as you sit up and start to comb your hair with your fingers.  He moves over the bed to you and kisses the back of your neck again.  Your head lolls onto his shoulder as his hands cup your breasts, teasing and tweaking your nipples.  You roll your body further into his expert grip, pressing your legs together to try and control the ache for attention.  Tommy moves slightly and you lay back on the bed.  He straddles your hips and leers down,

“Right where I want you,” he remarks before kissing you deeply.  Your hands splay on his chiselled chest, fingers flexing as you run them down towards his groin.  With cat-like reflexes, he halts your progress as his long fingers encircle your wrists.  He pins your arms to the bed while he scoots backwards.  Releasing your arms, he hikes your knee up and kneels between your legs, your buttocks resting slightly on his knees.  He eyes your naked form, studying you carefully.  You wrap your arms protectively over your chest, conscious of Tommy’s roving gaze.

“Don’t be embarrassed with me,” he says softly as your cheeks flame, “I want to appreciate every part of your beautiful body.  I can’t do that if you cover up, never be embarrassed by yourself,” he kisses you again, peeling your arms apart.  He sits back a second time and he hums appreciatively.

You move your arms to obstruct his view with a grin this time, he quirks an eyebrow at your apparent defiance.

“Well, if that’s how you want to play it,” he ducks his head and you squeal as his tongue swipes up your sex.  Your hands spring to your sides, gripping the bedsheets as he cups your butt to tilt your hips to meet his mouth.  You begin to rock your hips to meet the rhythm of his oral ministrations, your head back and eyes closed in ecstasy.  God, you never thought you could feel so good! You feel your muscles start to contract and your stomach begin to coil…as he stops suddenly, leaving you feeling bereft.  Your eyes open as you pout in disappointment.

“Ever so eager, but like I said, patience little minx.  I haven’t finished having fun with you yet,”

His voice stokes at the fire inside of you.  Wondering what else he could possibly have in store, you grin and twitch up your hips again.  He shakes his head and holds his body just inches from yours to kiss you chastely.  Your ragged breathing slows to a steady pace and he sits back again.

“Touch yourself,” he instructs.

“What?” you’re confused at his request.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,”

“I…er…well, I…” you stutter nervously.

“So you have never…?” he trails off the question.  No amusement, just curiosity.  You shake your head no.

“Oh baby, we’re going to have to fix that, how else are you going to cope when I’m not there?” He takes your hands and pulls you up to sit in front of him.  He leans you back against his chest, covering your hands with his own.  You allow him to guide one hand to knead your breast gently, the other trailing slowly up your thigh, leaving a tingling path in it’s wake.  He hooks his legs around yours, opening them wide.  Keeping his fingers over your own, he directs your touch.  Soon you get the feel for it and he unhooks his legs, watching you with unabashed lust.  You are lost now in your own attentions, eyes closed enjoying this new pleasure.  Rougher fingers suddenly glide up and inside you, moving around in time with your own.  He directs your hand up slightly to the bundle of nerves and the intensity increases tenfold.  He slides a second finger in, massaging back and forth.  Your mouth falls open as you start to pant, a slave to those dextrous movements.  As his fingertips graze over the sweet spot you moan,

“Oh god, Tommy yes,” you utter, “please,” his thumb knocks your fingers aside as he applies different pressure there, feeling your body begin to contract as you get closer to your climax.

“Yes, you deserve this, let go for me,” he coaxes in your ear, nipping the lobe.  As if he had hit a button, your body convulses tightly around his hand.  Locking eyes with you, he raises his now wet fingers and tastes your salty-sweet relief,

“Mmm, my turn now,” he climbs over and pushes straight into you, his hands gripping your arms as you wrap your legs around his waist.  He takes you rough and hard as you move with him, feeling the need in every thrust.  Your body contracts again as he starts to grip your shoulders.

“Oh, God! (Y/N)! Fuck!” he cries as he reaches his peak.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” he wonders aloud as you both lay post-coital.  You look up at him questioningly.

“I’ve never felt like that with anyone, I mean, I know we’ve only known eachother a couple of days, but it’s like you have some power over me, y’know,” he says sincerely.

Not knowing what to say to this, you lean up and press your mouth firmly to his.

“If this morning’s to be judged, I’d wager you have the power over me, Mr Shelby,” you chuckle, “sadly, I do have to return to London today, else we risk another wake-up call,”

“Don’t care,” Tommy responds, tightening his embrace, “let him walk in right now, you’re not leaving my bed,”

“A good plan up until the part where he shoots you,” you advise.

“Let’s get you to the station, then,” he sighs, reaching over to pull on a pair of trousers.

           You pull on your stockings, securing them with garters.  Turning, you see him frozen, one arm in his shirt.  You smile over your shoulder as he realises you have caught him staring.  He keeps stealing glances when he thinks you aren’t looking.  You make to walk out of the bedroom and Tommy grabs you round the waist to kiss you again.  You giggle into his mouth in surprise.

“I could listen to that sound all day,” he says, a smile blooming on his face.

-

Some time later, your train pulls in to Camden Station. You see a familiar silhouette framed in the light of the doorway.  Your heart lifts at the sight of your uncle; he had evidently come to pick you up, eager to make sure that the extended trip had gone to plan.  Flinging open the carriage door, a smile spits your face as you walk into Alfie’s warm, strong embrace.  The scents of rum and bread filled your nostrils, screaming safety and comfort: you were home.

“Hallo darlin’, how was your trip eh?”

“Good, Uncle Alfie, got the paperwork all sorted – It’s a good deal,” you say confidently.

“Course it is, treacle, that’s why I sent ya,” he replies, “let’s go get a bite to eat, yeah?”

           After a hearty meal, Alfie explains his reasons a little further,

“See, you know how to handle yourself.  I send a bloke and he gets drunk and spends his time fuckin’ about, don’t ‘e,” your cheeks flush, glad your uncle does not have the ability to read minds, “see, my lads ain’t used to whiskey, and that lot drink it like fuckin’ water,”

“They do like their whiskey,” you concur, failing to mention the taste you had acquired for it yourself.

“Alfie,” you say as you climb into the car,

“Yes my dear,”

“Can we go through the paperwork tomorrow?” you request, stifling a yawn,

“Alright, my love, busy couple of days eh?”

“Something like that,” you nod, the combination of the physical exertion, travel and a good meal making you feel sleepy and sluggish. After a short drive, Alfie kisses your forehead and you enter your small apartment.  You undress and climb into your soft bed, replaying the recent events in your mind.  You fully expect to have some interesting dreams tonight, of blue eyes, cigarettes and whiskey.

[ships-sailing-in-the-night]

Lucifer 3x01 Thoughts/Spoilers

Okay, so here are my thoughts during the episode, spoilers are to follow obviously (it’s a long one)

Here we go: 

the Devil you know 😉

WATCH OUT ANGEL X-ING

the struggles of getting into that bus with wings, dead-ass adult life right there

Those wings are just so gorgeous! and Linda  🤣

omg walking into the precinct and announcing to everyone that they can call off the search party but everyone ignores him and Dan comes up behind him and just slaps him as hard as he can 🤣

“Your father kidnapped you?” Lol 🤣

oh, dear dad, the angst is starting.... someone hand me a bottle of whiskey PLZ

Lucifer dead-ass dragging Chloe to the desert to prove that he was kidnapped, CLASSIC DECKERSTAR

ok Chloe looking FINE AS HELL in those glasses 👌👀👌👌👀👌

Ok that is kind of creepy, if I stumbled upon that in the desert I'd probably pass out

OMG ELLA!! She is the best examiner ever! (Props to you girl!) 🤣

Ella fangirling over Pierce and the rest of them not caring what so ever, lol

ELLLLLAAAAAAAAAA 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Woah......I think my ovaries just exploded.....WHAT AN ENTRANCE *fans self*

AAAAANNNNNDDDD that feeling is gone the minute he opened his mouth. I don’t like him what. so. ever. SO RUDE!

Ella, omg girl....i’m not kissing ass or anything sjklagjldgkj

“A: Tell me what happened!” “L: *says very dramatically* It was terrible brother, I was kidnapped!” *insert crickets chirping here* “A: No..I mean with mom 😒”            🤣

No! He didn’t get to say goodbye! *blinks quickly to get rid of tears* 😭

Possession of an exotic animal, Tiger I think.....wow......that’s some prank

Lucifer defending Chloe’s honor from that ass

Yeah, bitch can defend herself! YOU TELL HIM DECKER! 👌

oh RUN RUN RUN!! GO GET HIM, GURL!

Lucifer just threw his ass off that building...*shrugs* he had it coming

Chloe however, not too pleased

“Hot Tub High School, she wasn’t in the sequel” Lucifer totally watched the sequel, but he likes the original one better 

“I’m here to rub you.” Someone give me a glass of water. *takes a sip, spits said water out* “We are going to need a bigger towel” Omg the innuendo is too much! 🤣

*Gasps*  A FEATHER!!! Uh ohhh, someone’s been caught

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT NOOO FUCK FUCK FUCK HE DID IT. NOOOOOOOOO!!! LUCIFER!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK 😭😭😭😭😭

“Once a vibrant rock squirrel, now road kill” OMG ELLA STOP YOU ARE TOO MUCH!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

*takes a bigger gasp* COULD THIS BE IT?!?!? (I know for fact it is, but still)

Ella just awkwardly leaves, per usually

Blinds are going down folks, here we go!

Hearts starting to beat faster can barely sit still

UNNECESSARY TOUCHING THAT IS NECESSARY!!! THAT IS DECKERSTAR Y’ALL!!! THEY WAY SHE SOFTLY TELLS HIM THAT IT’S OK WHATEVER HE SHOWS HER!! YASSSS BITCH!! YES!!! 😭😭

Aldkgjladkgjhgaksgdlkj LMAO!! Awwwww poor Lucifer, I knew that reveal would not go as planned. 

Someones newfound angelic qualities are negating their more devilish aspects

Esperonza LMAO, oh no, not someone else to call Dan by a wierd name!

HE DID NOT!! DANIEL YOU ARE NOT EXPENDABLE! YOU HEAR ME! IMMA SMACK THAT LT. IN THE FACE! 😭😭😭

I feel bad for Dan, he really liked Charlotte, their meeting is going to be awkward....

OH NO NOT DOUCHIFER!!! NO DON’T KILL THAT BROMANCE!! 😭

LEOOOOO!!!! RIP MY FURRY FRIEND!

Is this the start of Amella??......

“A car may have cracked his nuts in the desert, but he is still valuable evidence.” SOMEBODY STOP HER I CANNOT TONIGHT!!! OMG ELLA YOU ARE TOO ADORBABLE AND GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

.....well this just got creepy.... 😳

oh you two souls....you have no idea who you just kidnapped

plz don’t crush him.....

Wow......this escalated rather quickly....

MVP OF THE EPISODE IS LEO!!!

When the devil comes a knockin’.....

THEY BACK! THEY BACK BITCHES!!!! YES! HELL YES!!!! YES YES YES!!

Uh ohhhh. SINNERMAN....CRIME BOSS....HE FINDS YOU!!! OHHHHH SHIT!!! 😳😳😳😳😳

Oh Chloe.....I have second-hand embarrassment from that scene *facepalms*

Lucifer’s penthouse looking good!

“Perhaps Father is trying to show you that you have been forgiven. If you can be forgiven, then anyone else can.” I like this quote because that is what the whole point of this show is trying to convey :D

*sings in whispered voice* Do you know the Sinnerman? the Sinnerman? The Sinnerman? Do you know the Sinnerman who lives in LA? 

Whoah....that was....wow....oh dear dad...

“SOMETHING MUCH DARKER”..... HOLY FUCKIN’ HELL!!

(END)

Ok so overall, 

deckerstar angst wasn’t too bad but they were playing a little with it, in the beginning. Unfortunately that means things are only going to get worse before they get better. 

Marcus, I really just want to punch him, I hope he gets better, even just a little where I can tolerate him. 

Sinnerman...................................................................................................Damn that name ALONE gives me chiiiiillllllllsssssss down my spine!! 

This season is going to the best yet, I just know it! Seatbelts everyone! 

WE ARE IN FOR ONE HELL OF A RIDE!