#ughhh just thinking about it makes my skin crawl

[broodygaming]

ummmMMM no one told me that making a horror game includes having to you yourself listen to awful sounds over and over and over again, this is terrible send help

[anzynai]

Hello! I don’t know if you’re still taking TWST requests, but if you are, I’d like to request a platonic fic/drabble (depending on what you’re more comfortable with) with lers!Ace and Deuce and lee!Yuu/Reader. My idea is that Yuu’s been feeling kind of blegh all day for no real reason, so Ace and Deuce give them a playful little wrecking to cheer them up. Thank you and stay safe!

A Laughable Solution

Ace & Deuce & Reader (TWST)

a/n: HELLO im so sorry this was like,, super late but i enjoyed writing this a lot! it was a bit of a struggle because for some reason, i really cant get their characters down, but i hope it’s not too bad! besides that, i hope u enjoy <3

summary: see above !!

word count: 1.1k

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Ughhh. You groaned for the hundredth time that day. What is with you today?

You felt just so.. unmotivated today, and you didn’t know why. There wasn’t any particular reason, but you knew instantly that today wouldn’t be a good day the second your eyes opened that morning. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and never see the light of day until this mood of yours could pass.

You tried to hide it, but found that even that was hard to do. You were exhausted and your friends, Ace and Deuce had caught on.

You sat in between them at the table in your dorm, your head on the table in your arms. You could hear them whispering, and you knew it was about you when you heard them utter your name.

You groaned again. Much less subtly than before.

“Uh, is it just me or is something wrong with you today?” Ace asked, raising a brow.

“Yeah, you look a little.. upset?” Deuce added, and you peeked at him through your arms, seeing concern in his features. Looking at Ace, he was acting as though he didn’t care, but even you could see that he was a bit worried.

“I’m fine, just.. tired,” You muttered, slowly.

“I’m not really sure I buy that,” Ace replied, flicking his wrist.

“Did someone do anything to you?” Deuce asked, unsure of what to say.

“No, I’m fine!” You rushed, not really wanting to worry your friends even more. “I am just— I don’t know, feel.. wrong today? It’s not for any actual reason. It just.. isn’t a good day,” You mumbled, a little sheepishly.

Ace and Deuce shared a look. Weird. Then, they turned towards you, and you began to feel a bit nervous.

“G-guys?” You stuttered, backing up in suspicion when they got closer to you. You didn’t really know what they were up to, but considering it was them, it couldn’t be anything good.

“Don’t worry! This isn’t gonna hurt!” Ace exclaimed, and he was right, it didn’t hurt; it tickled. A lot. Before you could even move, Ace had latched his hands on you, kneading his fingers to, well, tickle you. Deuce was a bit slower on the uptake, but just as determined as he hooked under your underarms and kept scribbling at the sensitive skin.

“Gahaha! Stohop!” You shouted out, instantly, not expecting to be tickled of all things. The usual Ace and Deuce shenanigans included ways to make you laugh– which, thinking about it, tickling actually made a lot of sense– but not like this! They would tell jokes, do silly dances, and even sometimes, distract you with games or something!

“Stop? We’re just getting started!” Ace said, as he continued squeezing your sides, feeling more excited at every jolt you made.

“Ahahahace! Deucehehe!” You giggled, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Ace looked like he was enjoying every second of this, and when you craned your neck to look at Deuce, he seemed very curious and interested.

“You’ll feel way better after we’re done!” Deuce declared, confidence brewing in his tone. His fingers were almost stuck to you, the way they were unrelentless in the tickling. He would scratch at your underarms and poke and your ribs, and it was evil. You couldn’t even stop your laughter if you tried!

“Plehehease!”

“I don’t know. I think I like this side of you. Don’t you, Deuce?” Ace teased, and you could feel your face heat up at that.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice,” Deuce said, with a small blush on his cheeks, something of a habit of his when complimenting someone. Still, honest as he was, he couldn’t disagree.

When Ace turned to tickling a spot that was especially sensitive to you, you could feel your laughter becoming louder. The two clearly noticed as well. Ace lingered on that spot, and Deuce’s movements faltered, curious to see what Ace had discovered.

“Nohoho!” You cried, squirming in their grasps. Ace chuckled, amused and surprised.

“No way, you’re ticklish here too!” Ace said, mostly to himself, but loud enough to ensure you heard him. Ugh, you wanted to die of shame right then and there.

“They seem to be.. pretty ticklish,” Deuce also noted, and you hadn’t even thought what was happening could get worse! And yet, you found yourself leaning into their touch just slightly. You shook your head when you noticed, because you knew you would never hear the end of it if they found out that you might… actually enjoy being tickled. Even if it was just a little bit.

Instead, you took to fighting them off with more fervor than before. They did, in fact, notice that as they also tickled you with more fervor. Your… flailing and squirming against them didn’t exactly help you at all and you were almost tempted to just give up and accept your fate.

“Heheheey! Stahahap it!”

“Not gonna happen!” Ace responded, his fingers scribbling along your tummy. You tried to suck your stomach in, but amidst your laughter, it was proving to be very difficult. Even worse when his finger started swirling around your navel. You tensed, feeling tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Deuce’s ticklish assault now on your hips was much more tame, but still added to the torture you were definitely enduring right now! Even then, he looked much more into tickling you than he was before, clearly having gotten comfortable.

“Plehehehease! Ahahaha!” You giggled, slurring your words, feeling a bit delirious. “Mehehehrcy!”

At last, the tickling came to a stop. Not immediately, but their slippery fingers eased up, and finally stopped, leaving you a panting, flustered mess. Gahhh.

“How do you feel?” Deuce asked, a soft smile on his face as he waited for your answer.

“Ah, that was fun!” Ace said, and you narrowed your eyes at him. Wasn’t the point of this to cheer you up? Why did he look more content than you did?

You sighed. “I.. I guess I don’t feel as bad as I did before,” You admitted, but you sat up with a glare. “But, don’t do that again!”

You felt a bit regretful saying that, but admitting you didn’t mind it was definitely too much! Maybe you’d tell them one day, but not today. And, well, even with your words, you were positive that this wouldn’t be the last time they would tickle you. Ace certainly would, considering his reaction.

Deuce and Ace merely chuckled at your reaction, and you pouted. Leaning back on the ground, the two followed. You let out a deep breath.

While tickling might not always be an effective method in cheering you up, it was this time, and that was enough for you. You really had the best friends.

[allisluv]

There's no shortage of disturbing things about Panem, but I'll just add that it's really fucked up that Finnick won his Games mainly because his sponsors, grown-ass adults, voted for him because they were attracted to him, a fucking 14-year-old

-🫥

ughhh do not get me started on this nonnie! i still can't get over the fact that he was gifted a trident. like do you understand how much he had to be loved by grown men and women to get a weapon like that? it makes my skin crawl just thinking about it

[khodorkovskaya]

embarrassing storytime

21.06.23

i embarrassed myself big time and now i can't think straight because i want to disappear off the face of the earth like arghdhhghgh

so i had an exam on monday. it was differential geometry which is one of the easier subjects. the prof is very chill, he's not a very good teacher but he's a good guy, you know the type.

and i uhhh... had a panic attack 5 minutes after walking into the exam room. i was shaking uncontrollably, asked to get some air and ran to the bathroom to throw up. like i was literally shaking and crying and throwing up.

so anyway, after throwing up i went back into the exam room and tried to write the exam anyway, all while shaking and still feeling super nauseous. there were lots of calculations and i kept getting things wrong like id write that 2*3 is equal to 5 and stuff like that. so yeah, i wrote god knows what.

and important context, this exam is eliminatory! so if i didn't pass, i would be kicked out of the faculty. and i would have to write an opposition letter to ask them to not kick me out. and get a doctor's note and everything. that's why i was also super stressed. because failing thing exam would possibly mean 4 years of studying down the drain.

so i finish the exam, hand in the paper, cry a little and rush to the maths counselor's office. i break down crying in front of him, saying that it's all over. he consoles me by saying they'll definitely accept the opposition letter if im kicked out, everything will be okay, ive been a good student so far, it's not that bad, etc. and he says that i should see the science faculty counselor and tell him about my situation.

so i call my parents like shit shit shit, im getting kicked out of uni. they freak out obviously. cos that means im gonna have to restart everything and graduate when im in my 30s. and basically not get a job, be a failure, etc. etc. they don't sleep the whole night, they're super worried, my stepdad and my mum get into a fight over all of this. the family is falling apart.

the next day i go see the faculty counselor and he says that if i give a doctor's note saying i suffer from anxiety before getting the grade, i have a 50/50 chance of being allowed to retake the exam. but it has to be done before they announce the grades.

i don't have a gp, i don't know any doctors, especially those who'd be okay giving me a note that says that i suffer from anxiety. my stepdad suggests that i call the therapist i used to go to back in 2020 and say that it's an emergency and that i need to see her asap.

i call the therapist, she doesn't reply so i leave a voice message, sobbing like "this is life or death, please can we schedule a session, this is urgent". thinking about this voice message makes my skin crawl like ughhh it was so bad.

then im like shit shit shit, if i can't get a note from her today, what if they announce the grades tomorrow and im getting kicked out ahhhhhhhhhh

so i message the geometry professor and the two assistants like "guys, i was shaking and crying and throwing up during the exam. im trying to get a doctor's note from my therapist before the grades drop. when are you gonna announce the grades i need to know??? i vomited everywhere, just fyi". again, very embarrassing impulsively written email.

and 10 seconds later the assistant replies like "everyone passed the exam, no worries".

and im like what.

then about an hour later the professor replies and says "i looked at your copy, your work looks pretty solid, you'll get a 4.5 and we'll announce the grades tomorrow, is that okay with you?". and im likeeeee bro

4.5

passing grade is a 4. a 4.5 is like really good. like reeeally good.

so im like shit.

what was all of this for??? why was i so dramatic for no reason?????

i made my poor parents panic for nothing.

i feel so bad.

and the therapist replied yesterday evening like "we can do a session tomorrow at 9am exceptionally". and like for what. what am i gonna say to her now??? that i was being a drama queen????

like i literally want to disappear like i feel so embarrassed. all of this drama for an easy exam. brb im gonna self isolate for a year. like i wanna kms.

and what do i say to the therapist?? like oopsie, i was just kidding. adjhdjjhdjfh i hate that i have to face the consequences of my actions.

[kittieprettieprincess]

I can't wait to be a pretty lil stay at home trophy wife to the most handsome sweet loving butch ever 🥹🥹🥹 just ughhh I know I'm waiting until she finds and pursues me but I can't wait dude 😫😫 I can't wait to be all sweet and domestic and lovey dovey wif someone and sit on her lap anytime she sits down just to curl up in her arms bc I'm so small. Wrap my arms around my future wife and give her sweet kisses all over her handsome face 🥹🥹🥹🤭 eeeeeeeeee

Thinking about being home all day. Maybe the Monday after a good relaxing weekend in bed and around our home with my partner. I'd wake up early in the morning to read the word and have my coffee, as well as making hers to wake her up. I'd walk into our room and place the coffee on her bedside table. Then menacingly tiptoe closer to the bed only to crawl on top of her and lean over her sleeping face to give her morning kisses. I wouldn't stop kissing her everywhere until she wakes up and flips us over so that I'm underneath her now, completely pinned. Safe under her weight, receiving kisses sweet and tantalizing, I giggle, "Daddyyyyyy stoop 🥹🥺🥺 tickles!!!"

"Okay, okay baby I'm sorry. Daddys sorry honey. I love you lovebug." She'd say as she leans down to kiss me once more.

"OH, did my sweet girl make her daddy coffee?? Thank you babydoll."

"Of course Dada 🥰."

After a few more kisses we head to the kitchen where daddy makes us breakfast as i sit on the island counter, watching and swinging my legs about. Probably messing around with Penny my stuffed bunny and giggling to her about how handsome daddy looks making food for us both.

After daddy is finished making our breakfast she sets our plates down and quickly lifts me off the counter and back into her lap as always. Just like every morning. I sit in her lap and we both eat breakfast together. Separately, but we're so conjoined at the hip that we always stay with me in daddys lap. It's where a princess belongs of course 😌 sometimes daddy may have to feed me bc baby gets distracted playing with Penny and play feeding her. Then, once we've had our meal, daddy quickly has a shower and gets out. When she gets out, she comes out of the bathroom to find I've set her work clothes out neatly on the bed. Already sprayed with her favorite (and mine) cologne. She gets dressed and meets me at the door where I kiss her goodbye and tell her to come home quickly and to message me when she arrives to work safely.

While my bubbas is at work I'd most likely clean our home on a good pain day or do laundry. House chores and the like. Before her lunch break I'd make her a nice meal and get all dolled up to take it to her. The thought of my future butch being able to brag on their pretty little wife and how good I am to them. Constantly doting on them and feeding them yummy meals and treats. I'd of course make sure to make one of my loves favorite desserts as well. There'd be a sticky note applied to it that says, "there'll be even more dessert for you when you get home ❤️." I'd wait all day for her to get home. Constantly missing her and thinking about how badly I can't wait to run up to the door as soon as she's home so she can pick me up and give me more of her sweet kisses I missed so much. She'd try to put me down complaining of getting my pretty slip dress dirty, but instead she's turned on more when I tell her,"Fuck me dirty. I don't care. Well shower after anyway daddy."

"Please, show me how much you missed me honey."

Yanking her shirt off to reveal her sports bra and muscles,I lean down to her kneeled on the ground between my legs to kiss her again.

She slowly moves her hands dirty from work up my legs to grab and knead at my thighs.

"So fucking pretty baby, God. Smells so sweet."

I laugh and hook my legs over her shoulders. Interlacing my hands through her hair and pulling her close against my lacy panties. Her favorite of course. Pink with the little bow on the front. I can feel her cold wedding band against my skin as she moves her large, tough hands up my body underneath my dress to grab at my breasts. Kissing me and telling me how much she missed me, I tell her I missed her even more.

How much I couldn't wait for her to get home so I could kiss her and hug her. Smell her scent and be in the arms of my safe place. How much I thought of her getting home so she can take me however she wants because my body belongs to her just as hers belongs to me.

The thought of planning for babies. 🥹🥹 OH GOD

Picking out a donor that looks like my wife so that our bubs look like us 🥹🥹I can't wait to carry babies for my wife someday. Just the thought of it makes me so happy dude. The thought of carrying my loves child inside of me. Our babies 🥹 them constantly rubbing and kissing my belly as it grows and talking to our baby. Even reading books to them so they'll be super duper smart and cool 🥹 going to appointments and crying together over Watching our Bubba grow 😭😭😭😭

Even if I couldn't carry our babies I still can't wait to have a family with my love someday. Whether it's through adoption or biology I don't care.

I just genuinely can't wait to meet my person in God's timing bc I'm so tired of trying to make it work with mascs that are emotionally unavailable or settle for the "daddy" title when it's something they don't really like, just because they like me. I can't wait to find my butch daddy so I can be taken care of and loved the way I deserve and to be able to give all the love I have for them in return for everything my lovely butch husband does for me 🥹

I can't wait to be a pretty little femme wife to my butch someday and I hope wherever she is that she or he depending on pronouns, is safe. I hope she thinks about me as much as I think about and dream of her and what it will be like to be her girl someday 🥹🥹🥺🥰

[n444mi]

I was gonna wait to get home home from Louisiana, to write in my notebook about my goals for 2024, but I figured why push it to tomorrow. Which is a sentiment I want to bring with me into 2024 when it comes to being proactive or just taking action in general. Anyway, my 2024 Goals. I think to make things a little easier I start off with the shallow stuff or whatever and then dig a little deeper.

FIRST, i want to feel pretty. Im a pretty girl but sometimes I just feel so ughhh.

I want to like being myself, and maybe refine myself a little. Like my mix of feminine and masculine, I need to find a balance that works for me and doesn't make me feel, again, ughhhh. Like I want to crawl out of my skin.

I want clear skin

I want to exercise more

eat better

read more, feel smarter

Do better in school. I had the capability to earn all A's, and there is no excuse for me to not be. When I literally just try, I get A's. I need to stop worrying about what other people are doing when it comes to school and just focus on me.

I need a new job. I hate my current job so bad. but also like

i need moneyyy, MONEY ALL 2024

and I want I be a model/content creator/online personality

I want to throw more parties

women or nothing

unless its real. If i have to second guess wheter or not i likea boy, DO NOT ENGAGE

spend more time with friends

take more pictures of me

get cute at least once a month, even if im not going anywhere

but also go out more

go out to eat with friends or family at least once a month

learn how to save my money, im seeing a whole lot of spending

get a credit card

dont fall into credit card debt

thats all i have rn

[bubblyqueer000]

If I may, I’d like some light-smut/fluff In the form of a one shot for Hina letting her male s/o have a look at her “girl parts” for the first time

(Whether it’s her tiddies, her vulva, or both, I’m gonna leave you to decide :)

Aoi Asahina x Male!Reader (Slight NSFW)

Ooh! Me Gusta!! Hehehe! Before writing these I read all of the free time events for each character, so a lot of this is based on Hina’s. It’s not necessary to read it to understand this fic but you can find it here if you want! Pls enjoy babies!!

PS!! There is only one other one-shot request in my ask box!! After that one is finished I’ll only be writing headcanons, drabbles, and scenarios so I can focus on my new comic series!! I’m so excited for you all to see it!! It’s going to be called Ms. Monomi’s Ultimate Daycare and I’ll be posting the first part soon so be looking out for it!!

You and your girlfriend were exhausted. You, the ultimate Y/T, were traveling with Aoi Asahina, the ultimate swimmer, as she competed across the country in various swimming contests. As mentioned previously, she is your girlfriend and she had just won her final competition. The two of you sat in your hotel room, you sitting behind her, stroking her aching shoulders while you both chat for hours on end.

“That sucked!” She said while you massaged her from behind.

“Don’t be like that. You got nothing but gold medals.”

“Oh no, not me. I know I was great. It was just sooooo exhausting!” You said nothing and just smiled while she turned to face you. “Still I’m happy that you came.” She smiled.

“Why? Because you love me or because you love massages?”

“A bit of both,” Hina answered without a trace of humor.

“Dang! I’m starting to think you had ulterior motives when you asked me to be your boyfriend!”

“Well…” She began.

“Oh no.”

“At first I didn’t ask you to be my boyfriend because I actually liked you, honestly.”

“Wow, thanks.” You chuckled sarcastically.

“I said at first, dummy!” Hina mumbled between pouty lips. “But I did it because I felt like I wasn’t feminine enough. I eat so much and all I do is play sports. I thought that if I got a boyfriend or something I would be less boyish.” A sad look appeared on her face as she snuggled closer into your chest.

“And you call me a dummy. C’mere.” You pulled Hina in closer, snuggling into her tightly, and moving to lay down. You could just barely hear her gasping. “Having a boyfriend doesn’t make you any less boyish. And honestly, I love that about you. I think it’s cute that you eat a lot and doing sports is a part of you so… I love it. I love everything about you.” Hina paused as she looked up at you, mesmerized, and then grunted.

“Ughhh! How am I supposed to top that?!” You laugh at her again.

“Wait are you talking about?”

“How can I say something as cute as that to you?!”

“You don’t have to say anything cute, you’re cute enough as it is.”

“Stoooooop!” She whined while pushing her face into your stomach. You felt the vibrations of Hina muttering her frustrations against your skin. Your eyes squinted as you smiled the sweetest smile you ever had. She was so precious. You massage her head once she stilled against you, petting her hair softly. Face red, your girlfriend looks back up at you and began to crawl up your chest. Once her hands reached your shoulders, she hugged you tightly. Your hands wandered until your arms wrapped around her waist. She hummed.

“You can… Put your hands lower if you want.” She whispered

“Hmm?” You mumbled, caught up in how wonderful she felt in your lap.

“You can touch me on my… Y-you know…” She told you, clearly embarrassed. Your eyes shot open when she spoke. You figured she was only saying that to please you so you were about to object when she spoke again. “I want you to… if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Uh… Okay…” You smiled, almost fearfully. Nervously, your hand snakes down until it reaches her rear. “Hina is this alright?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“No, I mean… Do you want to do this?” Hina didn’t speak instead, she gripped your shoulders even tighter.

“I want to do so much more than just this.” That’s when she pulled away. “Can I show you my… Um… My chest?”

“W-What?”

“I just want to take our relationship to the next level. I want to show you how much I love you since you’ve been so good to me.”

You tried to stop her but when you opened your mouth it was hard to speak. It was odd for Hina to act like this. Sure it was normal for her to be dramatic sometimes but to reveal herself to you simply because you were just doing your part to support her as her boyfriend. Still, you couldn’t stop her, you didn’t know if it was because you were too scared to say no or because you truly wanted this. You took another moment to think it over and then looked up at her.

“Okay… If you’re alright with showing me.” Aoi smiled after you said this and crawled back towards you for a quick peck on the lips. You watched Hina reach for the zipper, with a smile sweeter than candy. This alone was enough for you to pitch a tent in your pants. You stared in amazement while she dropped her jacket behind her and grabbed at the hem of her tank top slowly. Seductively even. “Please… I want to see you, love.” You whisper.

“So impatient.” She teases. “I don’t mind you being needy this once, but only because you’re so cute!” Without another beat, Hina lifts her tank top, and her large breasts sprung out. They were just as perfect as you had imagined. While her face and body were tanned, her tits were a fair, almost pale tone. You wanted nothing more than to put your hands and mouth on them, most particularly their peaks. Your eyes involuntarily wandered across every perfect inch of her chest… For about five seconds that is. After that, Hina pulled her top back down and grabbed her jacket.

“W-what… That was it?”

“Huh?” She asked, zipping her jacket back up. “Yeah… You didn’t expect things to go further than that did you?” You stammer something, incoherently, confused at what just happened and why she just did what she had. “Jeez, you’re such a perv, Y/N.” Hina giggles to herself and resettles on top of you. “I love you, you big idiot.” You blushed as she sat against you until finally, you began laughing hysterically. “What? What’s so funny!?”

“Nothing! You’re just- just so cute!” You howled and pulled her tighter to you.

“Hmph! You’re damn right I am.” She grunted. After a few moments, your laughter ceased.

“Ah, I love you too.” You sighed to calm yourself. “Even when you’re a total ditz”

[magicianpanache]

Reading Midnight Sun: Chapters 3-4

The more I read, the more I realize SM this book is in dire need of an editor.

Chapter 3

The chapter opens with Carlisle and Edward having their first conversation since Edward came back. Edward remembers how his father told him to leave when he learned how much Edward wanted to eat Bella (Hey, look, a Cullen who cares about human life !).

Carlisle tries to convince Edward to leave again, to keep Bella alive, and Edward struggles to find a (good) reason to stay, but he knows he really has to.

Things grind into a halt when he imagines Bella walking down the aisle.

It was odd, the pain that image caused me. I couldn’t understand it. 

I wonder what it could mean ? Why does Edward feel that way ?

How much of this reluctance came from my obsessive curiosity, and how much came from my unsatisfied appetite? 

What could it possibly be ? I’m on the edge of my seat.

Finally, Edward makes out his mind. He’ll leave, and leave Bella to her human life. This will be his last day, before his disappearance from her life.

(Spoiler alert: It won’t be)

However, behold ! A truck approaches !

[It] was going to spin across the lot and crush the girl who had become the uninvited focal point of my world.

Wait, what ? Bella is the focal point of his life ? Since when ? Why ? Did I miss a chapter ?

He saves her, of course. The crash goes on for pages, actually, but the description is way too elaborate and wordy for me to understand what happens exactly. We are treated to this, however:

A word I’d never said before in the presence of a lady slid between my clenched teeth. 

I don’t know why, but this made me want to crawl out of my skin. Edward really is a NiceGuyTM.

After the crash, Edward tries to gaslight her into thinking he was next to her: it doesn’t work, because Edward is an atrocious liar.

“Actually,” Carlisle corrected, “most of the school seems to be in the waiting room.” I anticipated her reaction this time—her aversion to attention. She didn’t disappoint. “Oh no,” she moaned, and put her hands over her face. I liked that I’d finally guessed right. That I was beginning to understand her. 

Edward is very clever, guys. A teenage girl might feel embarrassed from so much attention. Who would've guessed ?

I had a show to put on now. I knew the role I would play—I had the character down: I would be the villain. I would lie and ridicule and be cruel. It went against all my better impulses—the human impulses that I’d clung to through so many years. I’d never wanted to deserve trust more than in this moment, when I had to destroy all possibility of it. 

Hmmmm, I’m not so sure it goes against his better impulses.

Edward tries to gaslight her (very badly) again, and fails (epically) at it again, because he’s still a very bad liar.

“Nobody will believe that, you know.”

Don’t say that ! Stick to your cover story ! Ughhh.

Chapter 4

Edward goes back to school, and learns his family is very upset with him, as he just exposed the secret.

Jasper plans on going to kill Bella to keep the secret: 

The Cullens don’t care about human life counter: 4

They have a reunion to decide what to do with the fact Bella knows they aren’t human. Rosalie and Jasper want to kill her, and they make quite compelling arguments about needing to keep the secret (the Volturi, we remember, could kill them for it.). They even volunteer to do it themselves (Evil blonde moment #4), which leads to this gem

“Yes, Rosalie, we all know how proficient an assassin you are,” I snarled.

She hissed at me, momentarily beyond words. If only that could last.

(Those are her rapist. He’s referencing Rosalie murdering her rapists. He’s acting holier than thou because Rosalie murdered her rapists. This is our hero, ladies and gentlemen? He ignores, of course, the fact he himself spent a decade murdering rapists and nonces)

Carlisle objects to killing her on the basis of the sanctity of human life, scolding Rosalie. Edward reacts in childish jubilant joy.

I controlled my expression very carefully. It wouldn’t do at all to grin. Or to applaud, as I wished I could.

Very mature, mate, especially Alice saw you deliberately go to Bella’s house and eat her.

Jasper is haunted by his memories of the newborn wars. Wanting to avoid danger and detection, he argues to kill Bella. Edward’s argument ? I won’t allow it.

Very convincing, Edward.

Jasper relents because of Alice’s intervention (Bella will be her friend, so she has to live). Alice also lets slip that Edward will fall in love with Bella, and turn her into a vampire, much to his horror and dismay. In fact, she lays her prophecy: she will die or she will be changed. Edward is horrified and runs away.

Conclusion

It's actually pretty interesting to see what was going on behind the scenes, and how wishy-washy Edward is and how close she was to being murdered. It makes him look like a real douchebag, though. I still can't believe he used Rosalie's rape against her.

[always-against-the-grain]

on your own time

Summary: continuation of the morning after

Pairing: Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: Negan smut, Negan x reader

It had been over a week since your last hook-up with Negan. And he was craving you again.

He caught up with you in a hallway this morning.

“Hey, Eddie,” he called for you, spinning Lucille in his hand.

“Sup boss, what can I do for ya?” You decelerated to a stop and put your back to the wall.

He leaned in, bracing himself on the wall with his free hand. Your heart began to pound, and you felt your body temperature rise.

“There’s a lot you can do for me,” he said softly, his voice still rough, however.

“It’s been a while. What do you say we catch up?” He paused, “I forgot what that body feels like”

Your clit tingled at his words.

“Oh, you remember. That’s why you’re asking,” you cleverly responded.

“Haha, you might be on to something, doll. But that’s not an answer.”

“Yeah, okay,” you smiled.

“7 work?”

“Yes, daddy,” you teased.

“Mmmhhh,” he let out through his nose.

“I’ll see you tonight” he pushed himself off the wall and gently pinched your chin, grazing his thumb on it, before he walked away to do Negan things.

_____________

Later that evening, Negan barged through your door.

A young man named Jack rolled off the full-size bed and thudded on the floor, squirming to button his pants, his hands jittering at Negan’s presence.

Once Jack was buttoned up, Negan gestured at him to leave.

“Get” Negan nodded at the door.

Jack swiftly grabbed his boots and shirt, holding his ítems against his chest as he did a quick walk-of-shame towards the door.

Negan aggressively grabbed him by the forearm before he reached his exit and calmly growled at him, “don’t touch what’s mine again.”

Jack nodded in understanding.

“Negan...” you started, straightening out the hem of your white shirt.

You didn’t know if to explain yourself or be pissed that he interrupted your action.

“What the fuck was that doll?”

“What the Fuck was what? You don’t own me. I can fuck whoever I damn well plea—”

“Quiet” he put an open hand up, slowly closing it into a fist as he lowered his arm.

“Weren’t you supposed to be somewhere tonight, young lady?”

“We said 7,” you counter-argued, “it’s not even—”

You looked at your clock on your nightstand: 7:30

“Awh shit,” you said to yourself.

“‘Awh shit’ is right,” Negan walker closer to you, to the corner of your room.

Negan set Lucille against the wall next to the file cabinet where the walls met. You used that metal furniture as a dresser. He took off his leather jacket to set on top of the cabinet.

“Fuck. Negan, my bad, we were smoking, and I lost track of time.”

Negan leaned against the file cabinet, crossing his arms, not caring much about your excuse.

“So you were just gonna let me fuck you right after Jack?”

“No- I- we were just gonna give each other head” As you said those words aloud, you realized that wasn’t much better.

“Oohh you’re DIRTY dirty. I like dirty, but you stood me up girl and that is unacceptable. And for me to walk in on you..” Negan clenched his fists, replaying the image of another man on top of you.

“You’ve pissed me off, doll,” He said explicitly.

You smiled a little, amused at Negan being riled up, “are you, are you jealous?”

“Shu— Be. Quiet.” He bent his neck side to side, like he was preventing from morphing into a supernatural being.

Negan took a deep breath and pushed himself off the filing cabinet, and launched himself to you.

“I see you’ve gotten too comfortable around me” He gripped your jaw and cheeks together.

“You need to be reminded who’s in charge”

“And we’re 30 minutes behind schedule, and that’s coming out of your end. Are you gonna make it up to me, doll?”

You nodded in his grip.

Negan leaned in to kiss you, his lips barely hovering above yours, before pulling away, leaving you craving his touch.

He carelessly released you from his grasp, even giving your noggin a slight push.

He began unbuckling his belt, making it obvious what he wanted from you.

You helped him pull his undergarment down, just enough for his dick to spring free.

You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. You heard Negan contain a raspy groan within his throat.

Once you brought him in deeper, he held your head in place and began to shallowly fuck your mouth.

You sucked harder, increasing the pressure around his member.

“Ah, yes. You dirty girl,” he praised you, “just like that.”

“Say you’re mine,” he ordered.

I’m not saying that you thought to yourself.

He lightly smacked your face while his dick was in your mouth, “say it”

You refused. You kept sucking him off, hoping that you would cause enough pleasure to make him not care whether you said it or not.

That didn’t work. He pulled your hair close to your scalp, the taut strands causing intense but dull pain.

“Mmmmm,” you groaned, mildly uncomfortable with your hair being pulled.

“Say it” he clenched his fist more forcibly, causing a slightly harder pull on your hair, while also pushing himself to further, causing you to gag briefly before he returned to his original depth.

“I’m yours” your words muffled with his dick in your mouth.

“That’s right” he trusted a few more times before pulling out.

“Undress,” he ordered while he stroked himself.

You shimmed off your pants and pulled off your shirt, while Negan kicked off his boots.

Once you were completely undressed, you laid back on your elbows, legs spread at a natural distance, knees dangling off the edge, ready for reciprocation.

“What the fuck are you doing, doll?” Negan asked, almost rhetorically, “Turn around.”

You were a little caught off guard, as Negan had attended to your needs first in the past.

“Com’n doll, don’t keep wasting my time tonight.”

As you flipped yourself over, Negan slapped your ass hard.

“Fuck” you groaned, initially at the sting, then at the pleasure of the burn.

Negan pushed yourself lower back down into the mattress before you had a chance to create an arch yourself.

“You earned yourself a hard fucking Eddie,” he toyed with your vulva with his hard dick.

He spread your juices in sync with each word he spoke. “And. You’re. Gonna. Take. It. All.”

He entered you and filled you the brim.

He felt incredible as always.

He fucked you hard and slow. Before picking up pace. Eventually reaching a moderate pace, still inserting himself all the way with each thrust.

You felt your search for orgasm plateau, going nowhere near release. Negan was relatively quiet, only softly grunting once in a while.

You turned your head to face him, checking to see where his mind was.

You instantly caught his death glare.

Oh, he was fucking for sport tonight.

He roughly pushed your head so you’d face away from him, and he held the back of your neck to the mattress.

He decided to share his jealous thoughts with you, well, in a way.

“You can fuck whoever you want. But when I’m fucking you, you’re mine. This pussy is mine.” He gave you a brutal thrust.

“That pretty mouth is mine.” He continued as he briefly forced two fingers inside it.

“This ass is mine.” you felt his spit dribble over your other hole.

He began sliding a thumb in.

You clenched and tilted your hips away from him in response.

He pulled out his digit and smacked your ass cheek, “you are gonna let me in, so its best if you relax.”

He attempted to insert his thumb again, and you tensed up once more, having only had anal once before, with him, so you’re your relaxing methods weren’t up to tune.

Smack.

“Relax.”

Once his entire thumb was is in it was bearable than the initial intrusion.

He started thrusting at pace again and simultaneously wiggled his thumb inside you’re puckered hole.

“Ugh fuck baby,” you moaned.

“Baby? Nuh-uh, you don’t get to call me that.”

He pulled out his thumb and punished you with the reinsertion.

“I’m- I’m sorry”

His hard fucking and digit-play built your orgasm towards release

“Come doll. I know your there” he wiggled his thumb faster

“Ughhh” you came, body going limp.

Negan jackhammered into your oversensitive body, you almost had to tell him to stop before he pulled out and ejaculated on your spine.

Negan scooped some of his release form your skin and brought around your head to your mouth, “here, to get the taste of Jack out of your mouth”

You willingly sucked his finger clean.

“Fuck, that’s my dirty girl,” he whispered in your ear.

He looked for your shirt to wipe your back clean, so you’d think of him in the future when it was time to wash it.

He crawled into bed with you, cuddling you from behind. You felt his flaccid dick in the crevice of your ass.

“You alright, Ed?” he noticed you in a haze.

“Yeah,” you answered, but you were slightly confused as to who you were to Negan now, a mistress? A potential wife? His cum slut?

“Did I make up for my fuck up?” You asked

“Of course. Unless you want to repent some more?” He gently bit your shoulder.

“I mean, I do want more, but you had this look tonight. I mean, it was hot, but the whole thing right before...” you trailed off, not knowing how to ask Negan what your relationship status was.

“Listen, I know I don’t own you. I know you’re a sexual woman, and I love that shit. Just don’t eat your food in front of me”

You picked up what he was putting down. When it was Negan’s time, you were his. What you did on your time was fair game.

“Now that we got that outta the way, let me know when you want me to fuck you again. Whatever you want, hard, fast, slow, in your ass” he pressed on you with his last words.

“Anything you want,” he added as he leaned in for the first kiss of the night.

[anotheranimestan]

Picking Up His Drunk Girlfriend: Tsukishima

Fluffy (or as fluffy as Tsuki gets lol)

Time skip!

wc: 1.3k

Request from @estmagnifique ! This ones for you so come get ya mans 🤪

Tonight you were out with the girls at one of your usual spots. They had a special on margaritas tonight. So what if you were a light weight? You loaded up your tab because who could pass up such a good deal?

Your friends started asking you to slow down after three but...they were being dramatic.

After six drinks, four trips to the bathroom and one complaint from the guy you’d accidentally crashed into and made him drop a tray of glasses on the floor, your friends deemed it was time to text your boyfriend to come get you. No way were you making it home by yourself alive. They confiscated your phone and sent the SOS.

He rolled up and you waved your friends goodbye as you walked to the car. Still very much woozy, it’s safe to say you didn’t walk in a straight line.

Making it up to the passenger side you pulled the handle. Locked.

“Hey jerk. Open the door!” You called through the glass.

But he didn’t. Instead he rolled the window down about an inch.

“What’s this? A walking public disturbance?” He said through the crack in a disapproving tone.

You gave him a wild look of disbelief. “What?”

“I don’t know if I should let you in.”

“Shut up Tsuki. Hurry up. Unlock it!”

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t call the authorities and turn you over right now for reckless public intoxication.”

You groaned. “Stop fucking around! It’s going to start raining soon!”

People were staring now. Bewildered at the scene playing before them.

“Better think fast then. I’m sure all that alcohol isn’t going to help with that.” He chuckled. Quite amused with himself. Public humiliation was his favorite form of punishment and reform.

“Are you serious right now?” You whined.

“Right, because I’m clearly the joking type.” He said emphasizing his sarcasm for your current compromised comprehension level.

You swore you’d punch him when you got in there. But clearly you were going to have to play his sick game.

“Ughhh. Fine! Because it’s cold and I’m going to get hypo...hypother-me-ma.”

He laughed. “Horrible.”

“Fucking because you don’t feel like being an asshole tonight!?”

“No.”

“Because I’m your girlfriend and you’re supposed to love me?”

After a moment of consideration, the door clicked open. You hastily went to reach for it but as soon as your fingers grazed the handle the car lurched forward a couple feet.

“KEI!” You yelled. The embarrassment was finally kicking in as you heard snickers from the people standing on the sidewalk.

You went to reach for it again, nearly tripping over your own feet this time. Again the asshole tapped the gas just when your hand neared the handle.

You started banging on the window. “Tsuki! I’m gonna kick your ass!” You screamed in complete frustration. More laughs from the peanut gallery.

“Okay, calm down drunk and disorderly. Get in.” He put the car in park and put his hands in the air as evidence that he was done torturing you.

Finally you climbed in the car and as soon as you shut the door behind you a drizzle started hitting the windows.

You muttered some more curses under your breath.

“Did you enjoy that you sadist?” You mumbled.

“Are you having fun being a delinquent?”

You slapped his shoulder but he just pulled onto the street, unfazed.

“Next time I’m calling Yams.” A poor attempt at getting under his skin.

“Great idea.” He said with a smirk.

You slapped his shoulder again.

“Don’t talk to me. I’m not talking to you for the next ten minutes.” You pouted. He was so mean to you.

“I’m sure it will be less.” He said confidently.

You huffed. He was loving this.

After a couple minutes of silently staring out the window in protest, you felt the alcohol hit your stomach. You closed your eyes and took some deep breaths. But the motion of the car was not helping. The subtle vibrations were making you woozy. The liquid in your stomach started aggressively churning and bubbling. You could feel a little trying to force its way up.

“Oh god—“

“Ahh only 4 minutes—“

“Shut up! Pull over! Now!” You pleaded, covering your mouth trying you best to concentrate on not spewing all over his dash.

He looked over in horror and immediately swerved to the side of the road.

In barely enough time you threw yourself out of the car to release everything out on the grass. It was god awful. You hated this feeling. It seemed like it would never go away.

You spent the next few seconds promising the gods, the universe and whoever else was listening that you’d never drink again. But you felt another rounding bubbling up.

You jumped when you felt Tsuki’s hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay. It’s just me.” He said quietly, pulling the hair out of your face.

He didn’t say anything else. Just started lightly rubbing your back until you were finished.

It was still drizzling. You knew he hated being out in the rain. Guilt mixed with vomit was an even worse feeling.

“Okay.” You said slowly trying to stand up.

“Maybe you should wait another minute.” You could hear the ill-masked concern in his voice.

After insisting you were fine he helped you back up and lead you back to the car. Making sure you were buckled in before he shut the door for you.

As he rounded to the other side you noticed he’d placed a blanket on your seat. It was your favorite one from his room. He must have brought it before picking you up. You hated being cold just as much as he hated the rain.

Snuggling your face into it, you were reminded why you loved your boyfriend so much.

Settling into his seat, he looked at you wearily.

“Are you going to be okay?”

You only managed a feeble shrug as you sank onto his arm. He pulled the blanket over your head. “Just close your eyes. We’re almost there.” He was extra careful to drive slowly and avoid potholes.

By the time he pulled into your drive way you were in no better state. Unable to move without confidently feeling like you weren’t about to vomit again.

You felt bad. You knew he wasn’t loving spending the night like this. Dealing with a sick girlfriend who doesn’t know her limits. He doesn’t even like alcohol but somehow got pulled into your mess.

“You can just leave me here.” You offered weakly.

“I can’t leave you.”

“Aw.” He was being sweet for once.

“I mean I literally can’t leave. You’re still in my car.”

Sigh. Short lived.

He chuckled. How could he still tease you when you’re like this?

“It’s fine.” He said earnestly.

He sat there patiently while your stomach settled. Holding your hand and gently stroking your head. You’d really fallen into him. You were basically laying on his lap.

After about five minutes of calming silence, you asked him to take you inside.

He helped you get ready for bed with minimal teasing.

You crawled under your blankets, still clutching the one he brought from his house.

He tucked you in but you caught his hand before he could leave.

“Stay for a little while?” You pleaded with soft eyes. His rubs were the only thing hold you over right now.

He couldn’t say no. You looked too adorable bundled up like that.

He carefully snuck in next to you, trying not to jar you around.

He was so long that his feet stuck off the end of your bed. But it was perfect. You curled into his chest as he wrapped you in his arms. Still stroking your hair just like you wanted.

“Are you going to say sorry for being mean to me earlier?” You prodded with a wave of confidence.

“No.” He said with a smile. His placed a few kisses on your forehead and cheeks before settling in for good.

He cuddled with you until you fell asleep. But even then he was too worried he’d wake you up by leaving so he stayed by your side the whole night, enjoying the rhythm of your breathing and kissing your forehead every once in a while for good measure.

~~

Read Iwaizumi’s version here

[lynx-paw]

Stray Kids album review no one asked for, but I still did because yes.

Every song has 3 "reviews": before looking up lyrics, after looking up lyrics and final.

1 – Cheese

BEFORE: Ohh the guitar riff. I am WEAK for guitar in this one. Probably a song I’d play waiting for the traffic light to go green. It has nice, somehow fun beat. But, we definitely could have survived without them naming types of cheese.

AFTER: Heh. A real fuck you in not romantic way.

FINAL: I appreciate the entire idea behind the song. Tho, we still could’ve survived without types of cheese.

2 – Thunderous

BEFORE: Idk why, but beginning reminds me of Rhythm Ta. Yes Changbineeeeeeey take it away.

Did I hear it right? "I’m not sorry, I’m dirty." Babes, are we okay?

Ah yes, Aussie line being more Aussie with each passing day. OMG THAT LAUGH AT 2:03 YES.

Oh I def heard it right, I’m not sorry I’m dirty. Cool, cool, ok. The rapapapam bought me, seriously.

It has very Kingdom!Ateez sound to it which isn’t a bad thing at all, I’m a sucker for Kingdom!Ateez. But… I don’t know, I miss either more intense build-up or beat drop. That would, like, totally kill me and pay for my burial.

AFTER: Oh. Changbin’s part is really, really good. Okay, okay, seriously props to whoever wrote the lyrics. But we really could’ve survived without I’m not sorry, I’m dirty.

Kkundeuri wasseoyo and Gyerani wasseoyo need to have a collab if you know what I mean hehe 😉

FINAL: I feel like my precious I.N had so much fun in this one, so I give bonus points. The song is good, the lyrics are bomb, but the sound lacks intensity. I wish they went with a bit harsher tone, the song would be absolute bomb slap then. All in all, I like it.

3 – Domino

BEFORE: GOING IN STRONG YES. Yeah, goodbye brain, I’ll be going around singing Domino, domino, DOMINO. Yo, that stop and then intense rap at approximately 1:15 is very nice touch.

Don’t kill me, but in my very humble opinion, Chan’s parts feel a bit out of place in the song.

Oh… I don’t like the pace change starting at 2:40…

AFTER: Ah, yet another fuck you, I’ll succeed no matter what you say song.

FINAL: Kinda have a feeling it might grow on me after a few days, but right now… Hm. I don’t know. Maybe one of those songs which need to marinate and which might slap after I come back to them randomly.

4 – Ssick

BEFORE: Oh, the beginning gives me Ikon vibes, yes please. Okay, okay, this drop at 0:50 is really good, I like it very much.

This song has nice transitions and per se, variety, that maybe previous songs lack. For now, my favourite song. It is repetitive, just like the previous ones, and that’s not a bad thing, but I think this one has the best mix of repetitive and filled with variety in beat.

AFTER: 3rd fuck you haters song? I mean sure, fuck haters, but isn’t dedicating 3 songs to them giving them a bit too much attention? This one isn’t just about fuck you tho, it’s also about being there for your friends and I like that aspect. It’s like fuck you to haters and i wuw you to friends and supporters.

Also very, very, very important and positive part of the lyrics is “Oh yeah, I know that I don’t have anything special. But, yeah, do you know that I myself am special?” This, boys, girls, rocks and flowers, this is very valuable lesson. You don’t have to own something special because you are special by just being. Don’t belittle yourself. Even skz is telling you that.

FINAL: From all the fuck you songs this is probably my favorite.

5 – The View

BEFORE: Awww very summery song, very sweet since the beginning. OH SHIT I AM CRYING WTF?

Fuck, this reminds me of a feeling, if you get me, but I don’t know which one? I like it. I LIKE IT SO MUCH. YES. BRING IT ON. BRING ON THE TEARS YES. (i am probably the only person being excited to cry but that says a lot about me sush please).

This is one of the songs I’d LOVE to randomly hear on the radio. Just driving to the beach, vibing you know.

And getting attacked by sudden rap and beat change because why tf not, you know?

AFTER: ���Clouds like a submarine swim” I told you, summer vibes.

Ah, fuck. Here, it’s this why I cried. I sensed something in the way they delivered this part of the song and it was this: “The road in front of me seemed dark ‘cause i never ever let it go. Now I feel comfortable, I like it, this feeling and I’ll never ever let it go.” Not to be someone who’ll be like Aha! This is the meaning behind this! but to me this reminds me a lot of feeling stuck with bad self-image, both mentally and physically, and because I said this is like a summer song, my brain immediately goes to all those summers I hated my body and this one being the first summer ever that I didn’t actively hate myself. This part of lyrics is for me like finally breaking out of the shell or maybe a better expression, shedding old skin and just leaving it behind, going forward with new, more positive mentality and a sense of liberation.

“I like the view right now” is like 1) i literally like the view (sunset on beach type of vibe), 2) i like looking at you/myself and realising you’re feeling comfortable around me/yourself/myself, and/or 3) i like this new view on life I have.

Look, I could literally quote entire song and give in depth analysis of on what level they resonate with me, but I won’t do that. I’ll just say these are one of the best lyrics I’ve ever read and they’re so well combined with music ughhh. And the fact this song came at the right time in my life *insert chef’s kiss*

FINAL: I love it. It was really good before I read lyrics and after it’s like three times better. One of my faves on the album.

6 – Sorry, I love you

BEFORE: Nothing special for except for the slight angsty tones I hear. I like it, but nothing crazy. I’d like it to pop up on my playlist occasionally. I think it would be an absolute BOP for me if it was leaning more to the rock genre. Like, a bit slowed down with accent just on guitar and their voices. But, that’s just me always being a sucker for rock ballads. For some reason to me, best ballads and most songs which evoke strong emotion from me are the ones which accentuate the words, the voice and one instrument.

AFTER: Very convinced this song is written by the one who is watching Nevertheless (is it Seungmin? or someone else?). My roommate strongly disagrees with that, but look, I don’t make rules, I think, I say.

FINAL: I hate to admit it but it’s catchy. I’d love live band version of this ngl.

7 – Silent Cry

BEFORE: Interesting intro huh. But something doesn’t sit with me right with the rest of the song. I don’t know what. I really don’t.

AFTER: Yeah sure, hit me with depresso lyrics right in the beginning.

FUCK. The lyrics are really killing me.

FINAL: I just can’t suffer through music. Lyrics are amazing, but idk, music is so not my style and somehow don’t suit the lyrics.

8 – Secret Secret

BEFORE: WAIT WHY DO I HAVE EMOTIONS ALREADY IT’S ONLY BEEN LIKE 10 SECONDS INTO THE SONG. Fuck. I’m on the verge of tears. Imagine listening to this and then Ex I would straight up have emotional breakdown. Yeah, yeah, I’m crying. Leave me alone. The softness, the preciousness, the cuteness, ugh I am broken™.

AFTER: Yeah, fuck. I’m crying again.The lyrics are killing me.

FINAL: This song makes me very emotional, I am a literal mess right now. Kill me, resurrect me, kill me again.

9 – Star Lost

Not my type of song. Like, nothing’s wrong, it’s just so not my type.

10 – Red Lights

BEFORE: Well, the beat drop for sure slaps. The song reminds me of something, it’s either a movie or a song, but I can’t remember. And that’s not a bad thing, I just hate the fact I can’t remember what it reminds me of.

AFTER: “I’m staying up all night again.” I see what you did there, tsch.

“Now tell me you hate me I can’t stand you any longer. But I know, you and me, there’s nothing I can do.” this is very good. I like this.

FINAL: This song could be about so many things. Lust, control problems, feeling of losing yourself, not knowing what your stage personality is and what is real you, anxiety, insomnia, depression… The thing they really managed to do is achieving a level of intensity. I like the song more after I read the lyrics, but I have to say I thought it would be much, much more intense and in your face. I’ll let it crawl in my mind and heart. Slowly. Hehe.

11 – Surfin’

BEFORE: I’m not a fan of summer. Or summer songs. But this is good. Wtf. Something’s going on with me lol. I have nothing much to say, I like the song, that’s it hahah.

AFTER: Felix talking about working 24/7 isn’t something I thought I’d hear in such a summery song.

“My head is overheated just like my laptop.” yo Changbin, mood.

FINAL: I hate summer songs, but this one slaps. This is the only summer song I’ll ever love and accept. Absolute bop.

12 – Gone Away

BEFORE: Oh the beginning surely is something. Oh no, no, no, no, no, I’ll cry again. Oh no. I’m dead. Fuck. I’m crying without lyrics, what’s going to happen after I listen with lyrics? Fuck man.

OH SHIT WHAT WAS THIS AT 3:00? THEY’RE PULLING OFF SOME MAYFLY SINGING UNIT THING I AM LITERALLY DEAD HERE. My. Jesus.

AFTER: Yeah, I’m crying a river. Pass me handkerchiefs.

FINAL: Seungmin, stop watching Nevertheless.(Don’t. I need more heartbreak songs ty.)

13 – Wolfgang

- The song I lowkey hated on Kingdom, but it crawled in my mind and heart later. Hyunjin just added some spice heh.

14 – 애

- Not gonna comment much, this could be the worst song ever and I’d still adore it because of what the song means. And who it brought back 😊

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Warnings: Smut, fluff, quarantine bae

This is a short imagine, Enjoy!

“Goodmorning!!”

Y/N walks into the Physical Therapy office with a glow that could put the sun to shame and a bright white smile that lit up her face like Christmas lights. She sanitized her hands at the front desk before walking further into the office, saying Goodmorning to Miss Kim who usually doesn’t speak but Y/N’s chipper attitude must have rubbed off on her. Y/N looks up and notices a sign posted on the desk window saying:

Please Wash Your Hands Before Checking In For Your Appointment!

“Let’s see if our patients actually abide by that today,” Y/N was thankful that the place was empty for now. All of the exam room curtains were drawn and the exercise equipment sat neatly in a corner. Y/N made it to the check in desk for appointments, walking around and dropping her purse on the empty chair beside her. Humming, Y/N takes off her windbreaker jacket, fluffing out her braid-out. She has on a scrub set with flowers on the top in pretty spring colors.

Y/N jumps straight into work, placing the clipboard for signing in at the top of the desk. There were medical files for the patients that were scheduled to come in today neatly piled in front of her. They were expecting at least 20 people. Some came for therapy because of a motor vehicle accident, others because of work related injuries. Sanitizing again, Y/N takes her seat, sighing because her legs felt like jello and her ankles reminded her of Bambi taking his first steps.

The reason for her happiness and muscle spasms is because of her man; Erik. Being home for the past two weeks meant two times the dick she was already receiving. She woke up with an attitude because he left the toilet seat up and basically used up all of her exfoliating scrub that she used for her pum-pum. In the middle of his snoring, Y/N barged back into the room, water dripping from her brown skin with her shower cap on her head. She picked up her pillow and started beating Erik out of his sleep....

Hour and a half ago:

“Get yo’ ass up!” Y/N yelled like a mad women while beating Erik with her pillow, “GET UP!”

Erik simply rolled over on his belly. All she could see now was his durag and muscular back.

“You think I’m playing,” Y/N yanked the covers from his body exposing his Under Armour briefs in navy blue. Y/N starts whipping Erik’s ass with her tiny hand. Erik’s hips start swiveling from side to side. He grunts angrily, his hand coming up and behind him to roughly smack her hand away.

“Erik GET UP! Why did you use up half of my exfoliating scrub?! I just bought this stuff and it ain’t cheap!”

“Girl...you waking me up out of my sleep because of some scrub?” Erik flips his body over to lay on his back. Rubbing his eyes, Erik mumbles to himself before completely sitting up. Bags under his eyes and a scowl on his face, Erik shakes his head at her, using all of his restraint to not grab Y/N up off her feet.

“That scrub, I spent my money on. I have to go to work I’m already frustrated that they have these offices open with this virus going around and here you go pissing me off further,” Y/N throws her hands up, ready to walk away but then she remembered the toilet seat, “And another thing, what’s your problem with closing the toilet? I don’t want my ass falling in the toilet, Erik.”

“Did you close it?” He asks with a glint in his eyes and a groggy voice.

“Yes, I did, what’s your point?”

“Then it shouldn’t be a big deal. You went pee-pee, get over it,” Erik fell back in bed, bringing the covers to his chin, “All loud for nothing I’m TIRED. Take that noise somewhere else.”

“Fucking asshole,” Y/N lifts her leg to the bed, kicking Erik hard. Erik sat up again, his pectorals jumping and his biceps flexed and ready to attack. Y/N stood her ground, unbothered with Erik’s wrathful expression.

“Kick me again. Gon’ head...”

“Erik, I don’t have time for this-“

“Oh, no, you do. The time you spent in here yelling at me your shower could have been finished. Just hurry up and get the fuck outta here so I can sleep.”

“Just know, I’m not making that baked Mac and cheese for you tonight!”

“You’re so simple acting! Damn,” Erik covers his head with a pillow. Things were silent for only two seconds before Erik removes the pillow from his face, sitting up in bed again. Fuming, Erik kicks the covers from his body like a child having a temper tantrum, getting out of the bed and heading toward the bathroom.

“See, look what you did, girl! Now I gotta piss!” Hot-tempered, Erik lifts the toilet seat Damn near breaking it, “I should take a shit too have this whole bathroom lit up while you’re in there!”

“Erik, DONT play with me. I don’t need to be smelling your toxic fumes,” Y/N was in the middle of cleaning her pussy, “Wait a minute...”

Y/N pulls the shower curtain back, peeking her head out with a disgusted look on her face. Erik simply laughs, a good hearty laugh with his hand clutching his chest.

“Did you just fart?” Y/N says while cover her nose.

“Duh, I ain’t shit on myself,” Erik flushes the toilet, going to the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth, “finish washing up, funky butt.”

“I’m not the one with the funky ass, smelling like you ate a whole can of beans-“

“Aight, then scoot over I’m coming in-“

“NO!” Y/N shouts, “No, I don’t want you in here I’m still pissed with you.”

“Girl, get over that shit,” Erik takes off his briefs, “I’m getting in there fuck you talking bout.”

“UGHHH,” Y/N rinses her body off, trying to ignore Erik’s rock hard body pressed against hers.

Of course, Erik couldn’t help himself when his hand came down to smack Y/N’s ass, “Get loud on me again and ima fuck you up.”

“Erik move back and take a shower,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “When you going back to work?”

Erik howled, his laugh so loud in Y/N’s war she clinched.

“I’m getting on your nerves that much, Damn...you wasn’t saying all of that when I fucked you all those times.”

“I know, I’m still questioning my morals-“

“Then as soon as I do go back to work you’ll start acting up again apologizing in my ear about why you’re acting the way you are,” Erik leans down to speak into Y/N’s ear, “I’m sorry baby, I just miss the dick,” He says trying to mock her voice.

Y/N stood quiet, no response because she knew he was right. She wanted to be mad at him so much but that’s her baby. Erik smiles evilly at her reaching down to grab her chin, turning her head in an uncomfortable position since her back was turned to him.

“You dont acting up?”

“But I was never-“

“You done?” Erik repeats himself.

“.....yeah.”

“Pass me my soap...get in that bedroom and arch your back I want some pussy.”

“Babe,” Y/N says with a pout.

“Take your lil ass in there!”

“Okay but why are you yelling?” Y/N was ready to give him more attitude but she changed her mind at high-speed when she saw the fiery look in his eyes. Y/N left the shower, not even bothering to dry off. She arched her body on the edge of the bed, little booty tooted in the air, cool air on her pussy.

“This nigga is about to destroy my whole body,” Y/N says to herself, waiting patiently with her chin resting on her folded arms, eyes studying the pattern of the sheets on their bed. Y/N couldn’t complain, she finally got Erik to be consistent after dealing with his “I don’t do relationships” mess. Consistency will get Y/N to give her pussy up whenever he said so. Consistency will get his dick sucked like it was dipped in chocolate.

Just when Y/N was daydreaming, the feeling of her pussy being licked from the back down knocked her senseless. Erik was enjoying his meal while jerking his dick. His noxious tongue thrashing almost stroked Y/N unconscious. He was eating her like he hadn’t eaten all quarantine. His belly would be gratefully filled with her syrupy essence.

Erik squeezes Y/N’s smaller yet round booty, before spitting on her pussy from the back, leaning back to admire his canvas, “I plan on smashing these lil cakes to smitherines, girl,” Erik went back to licking her up.

“Aight, bae, you gotta stop,” Y/N couldn’t handle his tongue so early in the morning. Her thighs started to close but Erik held them open while using the strength of his neck to eat her pussy.

Y/N’s hand found the top of Erik’s head. She mushes him away, her body slacken. Erik hit her ass for moving his head away, “Ima give you a nasty ass slow kiss when I’m finished so you can taste how good this pussy taste...don’t mush me again, Y/N.”

“Fuck!” Y/N didn’t listen, her body twisting and her hand swiping the air. Erik was purposefully scooting his head away while torturing her clit with his sucking.

“Okay, ZADDY SHIT!” Y/N tried to stay still but the way he was slurping all over her pussy made that unfeasible, “SHIT! I wanna tap out...”

“Uh-uh,” Erik wasn’t letting go.

“Okay...okay...fuckkkkkkkk...let go of my clit MOTHERFUCKER!!!!! GODDD!!!!”

Y/N started shaking, crying, squealing. Erik’s hands wrapped around her thighs, keeping her in place so he could continue sucking the life out of her clit. When she was finished feeding Erik her cum, Erik’s wet face reappears.

“Got you out of your lil mood, didn’t I?” Erik and his hard ten inches were ready to impale Y/N’s dripping cunt, “Come on girl, toot that ass up I’m tryna get in there.”

“Daddy just shut up and fuck me now because I know I’m not gonna be able to walk after this-“

“Then toot that motherfucking ass UP. You know the drill, get in position.”

Y/N arched her back more, breathing slow as she waited with anticipation. Erik didn’t warn her when he was about to stuff his dick inside of her pussy when he was trying to punish her. Squeezing her hands into fists, Y/N waited as her pussy convulsed.

“Babe-“

Erik purposely waited for her to speak so that he could put all of him inside of her. Y/N’s entire body crawled away from him, his dick leaving her pussy. Erik grabbed her ankles, pulling her back with force. Y/N was slapping Erik’s hands away but he was stronger. Each time she tried to crawl away Erik would drag her back like she was a damn doll.

“Where you going? Don’t run,” Erik held Y/N’s hips in place his dick back inside of her pussy like it never left. Maybe it was because it was early in the morning but she couldn’t take his back shots. His dick was constantly stroking her G spot and he was so deep that Y/N could feel it in her chest. Y/N was talking mad shit so now Erik had to show out in her pussy. Erik was beating up Y/N’s pussy. Long, hard, and deep strokes. Erik leans forward, one of his hands on her head while his hips stroked her pussy at a tempo Y/N knew was meant for her to be made an example of.

“Okay,” Y/N felt herself read to cum already. Erik’s hand on her head to hold her in place was so deathly Y/N kept her mouth shut the rest of the time. Her lips trembled and her eyes leaves hot tears from the way he bruised her G spot.

“Stay crying for big dick but wanna run from it,” Erik says calling her out, “You don’t get to run this is what you ask for.”

Y/N wanted to say she didn’t ask for this but her body was saying other wise. The intensity of the sensation was so overwhelming she didn’t care that he ordered her to arch her back. Now, her pussy was creaming. Erik was juicing her peach. She felt the wettest out of all the times they had sex. Maybe it was because he was the angriest he’s ever been. Maybe Y/N should act like a brat or a bitch more for him to fuck her like this.

“Lil booty freak taking Daddy beating this nut deep inside your pussy from the back...laying there letting Daddy take this pussy...Lil ass like it when Daddy bring this pussy back hard on this dick, huh?”

“Oh my God-“

“Just keep still while I drill this nut deep...fuckkkkkk...I can see now yo’ ass Gon’ end up with a baby growing in you with all this fucking. Can’t even count how many times my nut been up in this tight ass pussy.”

“Daddy, oh my God-“

“I don’t care either I’m nutting all in this pussy-“

“Unh, shittttt...fuck me!”

“I got you-“

“Take this sweet little pussy-“

“I’m taking my sweet little pussy”

Y/N screamed.

“Got that pussy hitting right with that ass matching these strokes...ahhhh fuck, hold still I’m about to nut....

“Wassup itty-bitty!”

Y/N sat up nice and tall after being brought out of her daydream. Clarence, one of the other Physical Therapists was nibbling on an orange while standing next to her. He peeked over her shoulder, seeing if she was occupied with something since he called her like five times.

“You Aight over here?”

“...yeah,” Y/N looked over the desk to find two patients waiting to be seen, “Did they just come in?”

“Yeah, a little after I did.”

Y/N noticed both patients. One was a middle aged women who was involved in a pedestrian accident with a car. She was jogging when a car backed up and hit her. The other patient was a young women around early 20’s who had severe back pains from a bus accident.

“I like your scrubs,” Clarence says while studying the floral patterns.

“Thanks,” Y/N gives Clarence a smile. Clarence smiles back, sure to show off his dimples just like her man except Clarence doesn’t have deep dimples. He’s 6’0, and from Ghana. All of the ladies loved Clarence. Y/N knew that he was feeling her even when she told him on multiple occasions that she has a man. His persistence wouldn’t let up.

———-

Things were steady and getting the patients in and out was a breeze. Y/N’s belly was currently growling and she instantly wished she’d at least brought in a snack to hold her over. Y/N planned on buying lunch from a carry out within the shopping center of the office. It was the perfect time to go grab something to eat before patients start piling up again. Clarence is currently wiping down a room that was recently used.

“Still with that boyfriend, Y/N?” He asks casually while spraying down an exam table. He asked her like he wanted to know what the weather was like. Y/N dreaded the day he would ask her that again.

“Yes, Clarence,” Y/N chuckles, “And I don’t plan on leaving him.”

“Why hasn’t he put a ring on your finger yet? It’s hard to find good girls like you. What is waiting on?”

“There is no rush,” Y/N grabs a pen to finish writing information into a patients report. Just before she could close her file, Y/N’s phone vibrated. Glancing at it, Y/N could see that Erik was currently sending her texts.

I’m bored

Well do something productive like reading a book instead of playing video games.

Just when Y/N flips her phone over so she could go back to work, another text comes through, most likely from Erik again.

I’m about to call you.

Before Y/N could tell him anything otherwise Erik was FaceTiming her. Y/N rolls her brown eyes before answering the FaceTime. Clarence was talking to another coworker of there’s so Y/N didn’t need to worry about anyone eavesdropping. Y/N answers the FaceTime, her heart fluttering because of the dick down Erik gave her before work. Staring at the screen, Erik was still in his sleep wear with a durag on his head. His controller was in his lap and from the pout on his lips and the puppy dog eyes Y/N could tell that being cooped up in the house and away from Y/N for at least three more hours is killing him.

“Ooooh, I like you’re hair, Miss lady, can I pull it from behind?”

Y/N looked around her to make sure no one heard it, “Yes, You can ZADDY. Just as long as you’re gentle this time around. I like tender love and care too.”

“So you rather go oooh and ahhhh then Unh and Fuck when you’re crying and drooling and begging to cum-“

“Erik, SHHHHHH,” Y/N tried not to laugh, “Babe, it may be dead at this place right now but I am on the clock.”

“My bad, ma-“

“Itty-bitty, lets go get some lunch,” Clarence stood at the desk like a patient waiting to be checked in. She hadn’t heard his footsteps and honestly she wished she did.

“...Who?” Erik says through the FaceTime, his face all scrunched up with confusion.

“Is that the boyfriend?” Clarence brings his face into the camera, “sup’ boyfriend, I’m Clarence.”

Erik was stone faced looking at Terrence. Y/N was holding her breath, unable to look at her phone because she knew her man was pissed off.

“Who is itty-bitty?” Erik finally says. Clarence caught wind of his abrasive tone, backing away from the camera, “Just a nickname, brother, my fault.”

“Only nigga giving my girl a nickname is me.”

Y/N cleared her throat loudly, “Okay, babe! I’ll talk to you when I get home, okay? Love you,” Y/N gave Erik smooches, not sticking around to hear him argue before hanging up.

“Damn, yo’ man is nothing but a hot- head-“

“And you don’t know when to sit back. I was on the phone with my man, if I wanted your attention, I could have gotten it.”

“Chill, itty-bitty,” Clarence was tickled by how bothered Erik was, “Shit, he ain’t playing about you is he?”

Y/N flat out ignores Clarence, standing up from the desk and grabbing her bag. While Clarence laughed and joked about Erik Y/N pumped hand sanitizer into her hand before walking off. In her scrub top pocket her phone was going off the hook. Y/N knew not to ignore his constant texts. Y/N pulled out her phone, her heart in her throat

Do I gotta come up there?

Who the fuck is that nigga?

Don’t let no other nigga put his face in your phone again. That’s disrespectful.

Y/N answer my texts. Do I gotta come up there?

The fuck is itty bitty? I don’t like that shit.

Panicky, Y/N calls Erik before exiting the office.

“Babe?” Y/N says with caution.

“Don’t babe me. Who the fuck is Clarence?”

“My coworker-“

“Where are you?”

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip nervously, “Erik...why?”

“Because I’m coming up there. And what’s up with this itty bitty shit? You let him call you that?”

“I don’t he just does it-“

“You need to correct that nigga, matter of fact-“

Y/N could hear Erik moving around in the background, probably putting on his jordans uncaring of the fact that he was wearing loose fitted basketball shorts with his dick swinging.

“Babe, I know you’re not coming up here to my job,” Y/N says with a shaky voice, “Babe stay home.”

“Nah, I’m coming up there. He gon’ need physical therapy once I’m done breaking his goddamn limbs don’t nobody fuck with mines.”

“Erik, chill-“

“I call you nicknames, Y/N. I can tell that nigga was peeking so he could see what his competition looking like. Then, you’re there with him for 8 hours...all close to you, smelling how sweet you smell, making you smile, listening to your voice...”

“Erik, are you jealous of Clarence?��

“Jealous? Of that nigga? TEH,” Erik could be heard closing a door, “I’m not jealous, I’m territorial. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Territorial is protecting what’s already yours.”

Y/N stood quiet, a smile fighting to form on her lips.

“My babe, is my babe. Therefore, don’t look, touch, wink, wave, stare, flirt, compliment, hold, anything that’s my job.”

“Babe, pleaseeeee don’t come up here because I know how you can get. Don’t be so upset about this fuck Clarence-“

“The reason I get mad is because I know exactly what they’re trying to do, I’m a man, I know. It’s not because I don’t trust you...I’m on my way.”

“Erik-“

“I’ll see you when I get there.”

Click

Y/N was reluctant to go back inside her job now. She only lived ten minutes away if she drove. Erik is a reckless driver who weaves in and out of lanes. He would probably do 70 MPH to get to her job. Y/N decided to wait for him instead of going back inside so she could bribe him with a shrimp cheese steak sub and save Clarence from an ass whipping.

———

Pulling up in an all black Mercedes-AMG in the hood was a risky thing to do but that was the least of Erik’s worries.

“Nah, let me put this heat away,” Erik places his chrome gold pistol in the glove department. He didn’t want to make Clarence shit himself and Erik didn’t use his gun for play. It’s not like he didn’t think about doing it though. Erik is very protective over Y/N. Still pissed off, Erik gets out of his SUV, securing it afterwards and pocketing his keys. The thought of Clarence all close to his girl calling her a nickname had Erik’s blood boiling over.

Sure enough, Erik did leave the house in a pair of black basketball shorts with his dick free. His crisp white T-shirt, gold chains, and black durag has all the hood girls that were leaving the hair store doing a double-take when he walked by. Y/N is still standing outside of her job, a male security for the shopping center talking her head off. When she spotted her boyfriend’s usual bop in her peripheral, Y/N lifted her back from the wall, a big beautiful smile on her face to distract Erik because he couldn’t resist her smile.

“Hey babe,” Y/N called out to him, the security dude looking towards the direction of who Y/N was referring to. Erik and him locked eyes. Erik squinted his with suspicion, ready to call out the security but he got the hint before Erik could even say anything.

“Aight, sweetheart, you be safe out here,” He walks away before Erik even approached. Of course, Erik’s anger piqued when he saw another man talking to Y/N. Finally within her space, Erik gave the security dude one final death look before looking down at his girl.

“Niggas getting real comfortable around you, I can understand, because you’re fine ass fuck but I don’t like this shit. Looks like I gotta beat the shit out of every nigga up here in this goddamn shopping center-“

“Erik...baby...daddy,” Y/N made her voice all sultry and low, blinking her lashes at him. She rubs his chest, talking to her in that low sweet voice that had him hard and ready to fuck in minutes.

“Don’t do that, I’m mad right now...Why are you waiting for me outside? I wanted to make a grand entrance into your job. That nigga wanna put his face in my girl phone let’s see if he try that shit now,” Erik doubles back to open the door to enter the Physical Theray Office but Y/N stops him.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “I was just about to head to lunch, want something to eat?”

Erik’s eyes swept over Y/N’s work attire, “Nah, I wanna meet Clarence...let go of me, girl.”

“Baby,” Y/N made her voice soft again, “You’d rather pick a fight with someone I don’t give two fucks about than spend time with me? I can get you a foot long shrimp cheese steak with everything and some fries with hot sauce and ketchup.”

Erik rolls his eyes, bringing his left hand to rub his belly, “I am hungry. Didn’t eat since this morning.”

“Let’s go then-“

“Itty- what’s up?” Clarences exited the office with another coworker, some new young girl who did clerical work. Y/N was sure that Clarence was fucking the girl with the way she was pressed up against his back giving him googly eyes. That itty didn’t fall on deaf ears. Erik was in full on attack mode before Y/N could even stop him.

“Clarence, right?” Erik approaches him, “You got a problem with staying in your lane, bruh. I’m sure my girl told you already that she got a man. Now...I came all the way up here to put my hands on you but I ain’t even about to do that,” Erik turns, grabbing Y/N, “This girl right here, she’s mines. Whatever goes down at work she’ll tell me, and then I’ll pull up and put my hands on you...do you understand what I’m saying Clarence? So this is a warning. Figured I should come up here so you know I’m serious.”

“Man,” Clarence laughs in Erik’s face. Y/N could tell by the way his hands shook that he was scared to death of Erik. Clarence wanted to appear unbothered while the young girl behind him watched, “You wasted your time coming all the way up here. That’s yours, cool, I don’t want no problems.”

“You got a habit of laughing at shit that ain’t funny.”

Y/N knew that Clarence was provoking Erik. People within the shopping center started paying attention to them and now Y/N was afraid that Erik will end up bashing Clarence’s face in.

“Erik, the food, remember?” Y/N wrapped her arm around Erik’s bicep, “Let’s go,” she was up on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss to Erik’s cheek.

“Remember what I said-“

Clarence cuts Erik off, “No need to repeat yourself over and over-“

“I’ll repeat myself however many time I need to...this lame ass nigga man-“

“Lame?! I’m not the one out here acting a fool over a chick who ain’t even all that-“

Erik’s first cocked back swiftly. Y/N didn’t see it coming. Frozen with fear Y/N covered her mouth in shock. Clarence stumbled and flinched, hands coming up in surrender.

“Look at you, weak as fuck,” Erik’s fist was centimeters away from hitting Clarence. Erik wanted to shake Clarence up. If he wanted to hit him, he could have stomped all over him until he was a bloody pulp but the thought of Y/N’s job being jeopardized stopped him. Clarence peeked at Erik through his fingers, slowly backing away before straightening his body.

“I would have bloodied you up but my girl needs her job. Doesn’t mean if I see you I won’t fuck you up. Don’t you ever disrespect my girl like that. I bet you learned your lesson today, didn’t you?”

Y/N shared a look with the young girl she worked with, noticing how turned off she was when Clarence cowarded away. She wrenched her eyes away, yanking on Erik’s arm to get his attention.

“Babe, I think he heard you, let’s go before some shit pops off.”

“...I’m coming, baby girl,” intensely, Erik gives Clarence one final look before wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, “Aight Clarence, I hope you and your child have a good rest of your day.”

Erik!”

“Nah, that laughing shit got me hot, then this nigga had the nerve to get big on me...kiss me before I turn around and put his ass in the ground, he don’t know, I’m really a cold-blooded killer.”

Y/N grabs his chin to make him look at her before they walked inside of the carry out. Erik was being stubborn, trying to look everywhere else but at her face. Clarence and the young clerical worker were too busy flirting and avoiding coming anywhere near Y/N and Erik.

“Aye, you missed me?”

Erik kisses his teeth, “what you think?”

“Nah, I want you to tell me,” Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s waist.

Erik’s lips twisted up to fight a smile. The outraged look in his eyes seemed to clear and now they were affectionate and soft like Y/N loved.

“...yeah, I missed you.”

“Okay. If you missed me then let’s enjoy lunch and then I can clock out early and we can go home. I don’t want you all worked up over this bullshit. He ain’t got all of this, you do.”

“Damn right I do,” Erik pulled Y/N closer to his body, his hands coming down and around to grab her ass, “all of this is mines-“

“Okay, baby,” Y/N didn’t want to get Erik too worked up since they were in public. Y/N slipped away from his firm grip to open the door. When she walked in, there was a Latino couple with N-95 masks on. Y/N and Erik sanitized there hands with some wipes that she carried with her everywhere before walking towards the front to order food.

“Miss Y/N! How are you? Same thing as usual?”

“Hello Mr. Dean,” Y/N avoided touching any surfaces and Erik lingered behind her, “Yes same thing for me, a shrimp salad sandwich and for him he’ll have a shrimp cheese steak with fries.”

“Foot long or half?”

“Foot long, and can you add extra cheese and lettuce to that please?” Erik says over Y/N’s shoulder.

“Of course, anything else?

“Two kiwi strawberry Mistic’s for me, how about you baby girl?”

“I’ll just have water I’m not in the mood for anything sweet.”

“Yeah, cuz you’re already sweet enough,” Erik bites his lip all tantalizing while his hands caresses her butt.”

“Daddy, chill, wait until we get home-“

“You mean wait until we get in the car?

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The First Time

Summary: You and Taehyung finally take the next step in your relationship.

Pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre & Rating: Smut, 18+

Warnings: SMUTTTYYY (basically porn with no plot), dom!taehyung, sub!reader, fingering, oral (f. recieving), loss of virginity, vaginal intercourse, multiple orgasms, over stimulation, unprotected sex

Length: 2.4k

Notes: HELLOOOO!! This is the second fic I’m posting and I also wrote this one a while back. Hope you guys enjoy! Again, feedback is always welcomed and MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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He kissed your lips with so much passion that the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t stop fluttering. He walked you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, causing you to take a seat and pull away from the kiss.

 “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked.

 “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life baby.....”

 You moved up the bed towards the headboard, giving him space to crawl between your legs and reconnect his lips with yours. This kiss wasn’t the same though, it was harder and more needy. As things got more heated, you couldn’t help but whine.

 “Tae, baby.... take this off please,” you said, referring to his suit jacket. You just wanted to feel his skin, smooth and soft.

 “As you wish, Princess” he said removing his jacket. Instead of kissing you this time, he moved his lips across your neck leaving tiny bite marks in his path.

 “Fuck....” you breathed out.

 Just then, you felt his hands traveling up your waist and under you back, making you arch it enough for him to pull the zipper down your dress. He slightly moved in between your legs, slipping your dress off your body and leaving you in the lingerie you were grateful you chose as your undergarments tonight, instead of the old bra and granny panties you usually wore.

 “Your turn...” you said, kissing him while starting to unbutton his expensive white dressy shirt. Apparently you were taking too long for his liking, as he ripped the shirt off at its last 5 buttons.

 He then took a moment to admire your basically naked body laid out in front of him, making you self conscious.

 Am I too fat now? Will he get turned off by my stretch marks? What if I stink now since we’ve been out?

 As though he sensed you thinking all of those negative thoughts about yourself, he intertwined your fingers and leaned down, capturing your lips in the sweetest kiss you’ve possibly ever had. He washed all of your doubts away with just his lips.

 And then his lips traveled down your neck again while he stroked your hair. His fingers moved from your hair to your neck to your collarbone and then your bra. He broke the kiss and began rubbing your breast through your bra, eliciting a moan from your pink swollen lips. He then pressed his lips against your left breast and then bit down hard, swiping his wet tongue across the bruise to help with the pain. All the while, his hands are behind your back, unhooking your bra and then flinging it across the room. Suddenly he took your right nipple in his mouth and started sucking while rolling the left around with his index and thumb finger, and then he switched. With his mouth still on your nipple, he ghosted his fingers down the expanse of your body, and down to your panties. He gave you a look as if asking for your permission and you gave him a small nod.

 He hooked his finger inside of your underwear, moving it to the side. Then he slid his finger down your slit, feeling all of your juices and spreading them. You were incredibly wet, and he couldn’t believe it was all because of him. With his new found confidence, he hovered over you and began to remove your panties. You realized his pants were still on, so you gathered enough confidence to take them off. You sat up and began unbuckling his belt. He looked down to see how red your cheeks were getting, and he didn’t want you to be embarrassed, so he grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet him, instantly calming you. He kissed your lips gently and when you both pulled away, he moved his hands down to help you finish taking off his pants. Afterwards, he placed his hand on your stomach, pushing your down on your back. His fingers traveled back to your soaking center, and so did his eyes.

 “Fuck baby, you’re dripping on the sheets. Can I eat you out?”

 You were shocked to say the least, as you didn’t think your boyfriend would be one into oral, but were too curious and excited to say deny him nonetheless. He then moved his face down to your center, admiring your glistening pussy in front of him. Sensing your anticipation, his index finger made its way to your center, and pushed in. To say the stretch was painful was an understatement, but understandable since you’ve never had anything inside of you before. He saw that you were uncomfortable, and then latched his thick lips to your clit, sucking in hopes to distract you from the pain. And it worked.

 The slurping sounds he made turned you on even more, and eventually the pain you felt from his finger turned into pleasure, prompting him to add another, and then another while still sucking viciously on your clit.

He removed his face to look at yours and replaced his mouth with his thumb, using it to circle your clit, hard and fast. Still fucking you with his fingers, he felt you convulsing around them, signaling your high would be coming soon, which was his plan. He knew that once he slid into your tight, wet cavern, he wouldn’t last long, and didn’t want to disappoint you by not making you cum on your first time.

 When he felt you getting a bit too close, he removed his fingers, smirking at your disappointed face.

 “Why’d you stop?” You pouted sitting up.

 “Because, if you’re gonna cum for the first time... it’s gonna be around my dick love” he said with a sly smile, making your cheeks turn a crimson red.

 “But wait.... shouldn’t I..? Ya know?” You gestured towards the tent in his black boxers.

 “No... at least not tonight... now, condom?”

 “.... you don’t have to ...” you trailed off slightly embarrassed by the conversation.

 His hand cupped your cheek, kissing you and forcing you back down on the bed. This kiss went on for a while before he decided it was time.

 “Relax baby. Ready?” He asked you, searching your eyes for any sign of you being uncomfortable.

 “Yes Taehyung. I trust you.”

 He dragged his boxers down his thick thighs, and his erection, red and angry with precum dripping out, slapped his abdomen as he removed the last piece of clothing he had on.

 His dick was the prettiest you had ever seen, relatively speaking. It had a good length, maybe 6 or 7 inches. But it’s width was what really shocked you. His penis was thick as fuck, and you just had the urge to put it in your mouth. As you moved to touch it, he lightly smacked your hand away.

 “Aht aht, sweetheart. Not tonight. Tonight is all about you babe” he said with another kiss to your lips.

 He settled himself between your legs, hovering about you and holding his weight with his arms pressed on the bed at either side of your head. He moved to grab his dick with his hand, almost whimpering at the contact while you watched him very intensely. He then dragged his length up and down your slit, collecting your juices on the tip of his dick.

 And then he was inside you.

 He entered you, inch by inch, watching your face for signs of pain. It was written all over your face how much the stretch was hurting you, and he felt bad.

 “Do you want me to stop, baby...?” He asked pausing all movement.

 You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, grateful that he was being so caring and careful with you.

 “No, please keep going”

 And that was all he needed. As he slowly moved his length in and out of you, you waited for the pain to dull down a bit. It took a few minutes, but when it did, it was a feeling unlike one you’ve ever felt before. 

 “Fuck... please go faster” you whispered in his ear and he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

 “Are you sure?” He asked

 “If you ask me that question one more time, I’m gonna cut your dick off” you joked although you were slightly annoyed that he was still going so easy on you. 

 “Damn, okay KINKY” he chuckled before he got a little serious and kissed you again.

 He removed himself from within you, making you whine, and got on his knees. He spread your legs wider, raised your hips off the bed and tightened his grip on them. Then slammed into you, causing a gasp to escape from your throat, leaving your mouth hanging wide open. This new angle allowed him to go much deeper than before and you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

 “Close your mouth babe, you don’t wanna catch flies, now do you?” he smirked, bringing a hand to your chin and closing your mouth before he returned it to your hip and began drilling into you.

 The pleasure you felt was out of this world. It was so much that your body couldn’t help but try and fight. Your shaky legs kept trying to close in on him, making him slip out. He gave you a slap on your ass.

 “STOP fucking closing your legs. Remember you wanted this princess?” He said and pressed your bodies closer, and placing his forehead on yours, his lust filled eyes starting right back into yours.

 “Fuck tae ... oh my god”

 “Yea sweetheart, tell me how I’m making you feel baby...” he replied.

 Obviously he has the praise kink, you mentally noted before the feeling of his dick consumed started to consume all of your thoughts.

 “It feels so good... oh my god your dick feels so good inside me. Please don’t stop, ughhh” you said, giving him the confirmation he wanted.

 “FUCK, baby, why are you so fucking wet and tight.” He groaned out.

 As your legs kept viciously shaking, he trapped your body with his. He dropped his hold on your hips making you lay flat against the bed again, and pressed his hand on your abdomen so that you couldn’t arch your back, making sure you were taking everything he was giving you.

 “Shit baby, im gonna cum. Can I cum pleaseeee” you whined while you panted, sweat coating your forehead.

 “FUCK! I’m not stopping you, am I?” he asked sarcastically.

 “No…” you quietly responded in a broken sob. The feeling of his dick had you crying at this point, tears slipping from your eyes. 

 “No i’m not. Now be a good girl for me and cum all over my dick. I need you to” he let out a low growl as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, applying a minimal amount of pleasure.

 Between his words turning you all the way on, him choking you, and then him rubbing your clit, there was no way you would last for more than 30 seconds.

 “Fuuuuucccckkkkk” you whined out as you felt your climax take over.

 You instantly went into a state of euphoria. You had never felt such an intense but pleasurable feeling in your life. Tae watched you shake all over his dick, pushing him further to his climax but not quite there yet.

 “Turn over” he said, helping you readjust your body.

 With your ass up in the air, aligned with his crotch and your head on top of a pillow, he slowly slipped into you again, making you feel every inch. The new position allowed him to go even deeper than you ever thought he could, and at this point you were really worried for your cervix.

 “Jesus....” you cried out.

 He leaned over your body and whispered in your ear “not even he can’t save you now, sweetheart.”

 And with that, he started obliterating your vagina, in a good way. He grabbed a hold of your hair, holding it back in a makeshift ponytail and tugging on it while he grunted over and over again.

 The overstimulation was starting to become too much, and you weren’t sure if you could take much more. You started to slowly inch further towards the headboard, but tae noticed. It earned you a hard smack on your right ass cheek and a harder tug on your hair.

 “Don’t you dare try to run away......” he said kind of angrily, and started to go even faster than before, the fastest he’s gone all night. He pulled your body up by your hair to press into him, your back directly against his front.

 “Can you be a good girl and take this dick that I’m so generously giving to you?” He smacked your ass again.

“Answer me..”

 “Yes I can... fuck, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.... Shit I’m gonna cum again.”

 “You wanna cum with me baby?”

 “Yesss... please.. what...ever.. you.. w-want” your words came out in pants.

 Just then he pressed his fingers onto your clit, making the pressure become too much.

 “Cum” he whispered in your ear.

 And that’s all it took to set you off for the second time that night.

 “Fuck fuck fuck.... baby... shit..” Taehyung chanted as he spilled into your pussy, your juices combining and leaking onto the bed.

 Exhaustion instantly overtook your body and you dropped forward onto the bed. Tae fell on top of you, slightly crushing you but you didn’t care. Feeling his bare skin against your own made you smile and chuckle into the pillow your face was currently smushed into. 

 “Something funny babe?” he asked, smiling himself now, and lightly stroking your side. He rolled onto the other side and pulled your body until you were laying on your side facing him.

 “No, I'm just… so happy baby. Thank you so much. I don’t think I could’ve asked for a more perfect first time,” you explained, scooching your body closer to his and throwing an arm around his neck. 

 “You are so very welcomed honey,” he smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll go set up a bath for us so I can wash you up. I don’t think you’d be able to stand in the shower right now,” she smirked. 

 “Shut up,” you playfully slapped his chest and watched as he stood up and walked into the bathroom, leaving you to smile and giggle happily to yourself. 

 You lost your virginity to the person you were in love with and it was amazing. It was then that you were sure waiting for to have this moment with Tae, the man of your dreams, was the best decision you had ever made. 

[haloud]

rainwater rosewater

part 13 of open up my eager eyes, my mylex series

Written for @adiwriting ❤️

ao3

“Gotta go to work,” Kyle mumbles, his face mushed into the pillow, the rest of him mushed into the bed by Michael’s arms and legs around him. Michael makes an incoherent, sleepy noise and hugs him tighter, nuzzling into the back of his neck and letting out a happy sigh.

“Need some help?” Alex says from the doorway. He brings with him the delicious smell of coffee, and Kyle moans jealously as he puts a mug on the bedside table before sliding back into bed, crutch going back in its place.

“Need you to call the hospital, I can’t come in, I’ve got...illness.”

“For the sake of all our dignity, I won’t make any jokes about the cuddle bug.”

“Ughhh.”

Alex leans in to kiss him, running a hand up the arm Michael has wrapped around Kyle’s waist. “Mmmm,” he hums as he pulls away, a little smile on his lips.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” That little smile stays on his face, though, an impossible fondness in his dark brown eyes. “Do you actually want me to call the hospital for you?”

“No, no. ‘M getting up.”

He wouldn’t do that to his patients, no matter how tempting Michael is, how warm and welcoming and sweet-smelling. Still, though, Kyle turns his head to kiss whatever part of Michael he can reach and lets himself soak in the embrace for a few more minutes, glad once again to have spent the night at his place instead of the cabin that feels most like home to the three of them. Its closer proximity to the hospital gives him the luxury of long, soft mornings. He even lets his eyes slip closed just for a moment, a flush rising to his face when Alex lightly strokes his hair, a gesture so tender he doesn’t have words for it.

“You good? I’m getting in the shower. I left your coffee on the warmer,” Alex says softly.

“Thanks. See you later,” Kyle replies, kissing Alex’s hand as it pulls away, opening his eyes to watch Alex slide off the bed and disappear into the bathroom.

When Kyle finally has to pull away, Michael cracks his eyes open and rolls over to make sure he can watch Kyle as he gets ready. The sun is just starting to come up outside, and Michael’s never been much of a morning person, but he never sleeps through either of his lovers leaving for the day, even if all he can do is mumble out a goodbye. Kyle can hardly stand how sweet it is to have someone care enough to see him off no matter what—aware as he is that it’s at least partially because Michael needs to arm himself with knowing he hasn’t been left, it’s more productive to focus on the sweetness.

Today, though, Michael is more alert than usual this early, going so far as to sit up and stretch, letting the sheets pool around his hips, showing off his chest as his muscles flex. Kyle can’t stay, but damn if it isn’t tempting.

“You didn’t get up and go for a run this morning,” Michael says, voice rough from sleep.

Kyle tugs his t-shirt on and crosses the room to kiss Michael. “Nope. For some reason I was too comfortable to move.”

Michael grins against his lips and kisses him again.

Kyle says, “Don’t have to get up early…don’t have to shower before work…and like you’re always saying, my abs will survive…”

“Mmm, that’s right. You should listen to me more often…”

Kyle cups Michael’s jaw to kiss him again and deeper, taking advantage of the way Michael’s mouth parts easily under his to pull on his lower lip and make him hum. All the while, his hands wander down to Michael’s bare chest, smooth skin still warm from sleep. His head swims with the smell of rain. The whisper of the shower in the background is the perfect accompaniment to the quiet morning, and it would be so much nicer and easier just to crawl back into bed…

But no, his phone chirps out his final alarm—the ‘get up or be late’ alarm—and he pulls back to groan, clonking his forehead onto Michael’s. Michael just lets out a warm chuckle and shoves him lightly, though.

“Go on, Doc. Go save the world.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.”

He didn’t have time to wait for Alex to get out of the shower, to slide his hands around his hips and feel his body slicked with water from the shower and kiss him like he’d just kissed Michael, but he still stuck his head into the bathroom to tell him goodbye.

Then he hurried out the door, grabbing the coffee Alex left him, and managed to get to the hospital without being late. There was a lot to dislike about towns the size of Roswell, but comparatively light morning rush hour was one of the perks.

In college and in his internship and all throughout his residency, he’s known people who completely lit up because a family member left them a note in their lunch or who swore going home to their families at the end of the day was all that made the job bearable. Kyle, living on his own and having not had a significant romantic relationship since Liz in high school, never related to that way of thinking. Now, though, he can almost believe he feels himself physically lightening whenever he takes a sip of coffee Alex made him.

He’s just savoring the last of it when Kate comes in to scrub down, and he gives her a jaunty wave hello. She waves back with a smirk.

“What’s got you so chipper today, Dr. V?”

“Not much, really. Just got a lot of energy today, I guess.”

“Oh yeah, nothing at all. No reason you’re wearing a new cologne either, huh? Which you’re not supposed to have at work, by the way.”

New cologne? Huh? Kyle turns his head to sniff himself but doesn’t pick up anything out of the ordinary.

“No new cologne, scout’s honor,” he says, holding up his hands as if to further prove his innocence.

“Sure thing,” Kate replies, but her voice communicates ‘this is your problem not mine’ even louder.  “Well, regardless, hope your day stays good, Dr. V. See you later.”

“Same to you, Kate.”

His whole day goes like that—reactions that range from suggestive jokes to sideways glances, all about the new cologne Kyle isn’t wearing, from nurses and from patients and even from his attending physician who pulls him aside to lecture him about the policy against wearing scents in the hospital. And no matter how hard he tries, Kyle can’t detect the scent for himself; all he can smell on himself is a faint trace of rain that his morning with Michael pressed into his skin—but no one else can pick that up, surely? The thought alone sends blood rushing to his face, sets his heart to pounding.

And not from embarrassment. Very few people know the origin of a smell like that—it’s nothing you can bottle and spray, nothing money can buy.

He speeds on the way home, even though his mom would kill him if she caught him.

Both cars are in the driveway when he gets home. No amount of fatigue from being on his feet all day could keep him from taking the stairs two at a time.  All the urgency lifts out of him, though, when he steps into the cool shade of the kitchen, and Alex looks up from the table, and Michael looks over from the stove, and both of them smile at him.

“Hey, I thought I heard you pull up,” Alex says.

Michael tugs Kyle in and kisses him on the cheek, then points to the table to get him to sit. “Dinner in about ten minutes,” he says.

When he sits, Alex pulls him in too, giving him a long, lingering kiss. Kyle lets his eyes drift shut and stay there, at peace, for several seconds after they separate, when his features settle into giving Alex an impossibly fond look.

“You know, you could have told me before I left,” he murmurs.

Alex’s lips quirk up. “Oh yeah? What about?”

“A reason or two I should have hopped in the shower before work regardless…?”

“And make you late for work?” Alex’s expression spread into a full grin. “I’d never do that.”

“Uh huh.”

Michael brings the food over a few minutes later, and the three of them eat mostly in appreciative silence, broken only by soft conversation about their days. After they finish, Kyle clears the table and rinses the dishes, though Michael hovers, always struggling to sit around while someone he cares about works. It’s a trait that sometimes gets annoying but is mostly endearing, and only very rarely does anyone mind if he tugs them into an embrace, so brimming over with affection he has to find a place to put it, afraid to hold it in his hands for too long in case he shatters it.

Kyle sighs and relaxes when Michael reaches for him this time, knowing Michael won’t care if he wraps his dish-wet hands in his shirt and holds on, letting Michael hold him and tuck his face into his neck.

“Mmm,” Michael murmurs. “You smell good. Did you get a new cologne I don’t know about?”

Kyle bursts out laughing and pulls Michael in even tighter, abandoning the dishes altogether.

[arobandhan]

night alone - for hannah

hiii @balenciagastones, enjoyyyy xx 

Hannah and Alex gained their families trust early on in their relationship, they never really broke any rules that were set when they were left alone. Were they sneaky? Yeah, but to their families it was as if they hadn’t done anything but cuddling together. But normally the two of them kept their teenage hormones at bay. But tonight didn’t seem like that was happening. 

Hannah was laying in Alex’s bed, wearing one of his hoodies, Alex coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, hair still wet and all Hannah could do was stare at him. 

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” he winked making her blush and direct him to come closer to her on the bed. 

He crawled over to her once he reached the bed giving her a passionate kiss, she moaned into his mouth and he pulled away smirking and began to kiss her neck mumbling, “No one’s home tonight.” she couldn't help but let her eyes roll back in pleasure, knowing they could be as loud as they want and just have that intimate moment together, but she was promised a disney movie night and ratatouille was already ready to play on the screen. 

She pushed him by his chest and looked at him deep in the eyes and pouted, “but what about disney movie night?” and he couldn't help but groan, her puppy dog pout a weakness of his no matter what mood he was in. 

“But we can watch disney movies any other night…. Mamas cmon i need you,” he looked at her hoping she would give in but alas the pout was still prominent on her face, “okay fine, I can’t say no to your pretty face but you owe me.” he said quickly letting her peck his lips before pulling away to get dressed in some joggers. 

He came back and she was immediately pulled to cuddle into him, the movie starting and the two of them just having small talk as Hannah recited the words to the movie like usual. Though the mood went out the window Alex didn’t mind just being all snuggled up with his girl, he loved it because he felt protective over her when they cuddled. Her head rested on his chest while his right arm was around her shoulders, his left arm draped around her waist and his left hand settled on her ass like always. 

And though Hannah insisted on them continuing their movie night plans her mind wandered off to thinking about how amazing he had looked coming out of the bathroom, freshly showered, abs on full display, how he kissed her neck slowly, how she wished he would’ve left one mark on her, and now how his left hand would subconsciously squeeze her ass ever so slightly as if by instinct to him. 

She needed him and she needed him bad. 

So she faced up making him look at her and smile, his nose crinkled as to ask her what was on her mind so she brought her right hand to his face and pulled him in for a kiss, deepening it catching him off guard. He immediately got into the kiss, the two of them moaning into each others mouths as their lips moved perfectly in sync with one another. 

He pulled away breathless, chuckling, “What was that huh?” 

She wanted to be a bit of a tease, “Nothing,” she shrugged, “just wanted to kiss ya.” she finished, turning her attention back to the movie smirking a bit, thinking of a plan. 

“Mhmm okay totally believable.” he said eyes on her, then turning his head back towards the tv. 

If Alex knew anything, he knew his girlfriend was up to something, looking down at her as she watched the movie but he could tell she had a small smirk on show. He shook his head and began to poke at her sides making her giggle. 

“Baby stop.” she looked up at him 

“What? I’m not doing anything.” he said before poking her sides again. 

“Alright. Thats it!” she exclaimed turning around and began trying to wrestle him, his hands went straight to grab her forearms pushing her up. The two of them laughing loudly as they playfully tried tackling each other. He ended up taking control and pinning her down on her back, his hands going to her sides as his fingers moved against her skin tickling her. 

Shouts of her telling him to stop mixed with the sounds of her laughs, “baby stoppp it ticklessssss!” she exclaimed 

“That’s the point baby girl,” he laughed still going, making her limbs flail, his hand catching her leg that shot up, “did you just try to kick me?!” he mocked hurt. 

“Maybe i did, what're you gonna do about it?” she smirked and giggled but stopped as she saw her boyfriend’s pupils dilate. 

“There’s quite a couple things i can do about it right now..” her stomach flipped at his words. 

“Go on then.” she smirked, her lips being captured by his lips in a hungry kiss, her hands immediately going to his hair. His tongue swiping across her bottom lip getting her to open her mouth so he can slip his tongue in her mouth. The two of them fighting for dominance, both knowing Alex would win. His left hand cupped her face as his hand slid underneath the hoodie and cupped her breast, groping it, making her moan into his mouth which made him groan, the hoodie she had on ripped off her and thrown onto the floor. She slipped her hands from his head to grab the waistband of his joggers to pull them down, making him pull away from the kiss and grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head and darting his lips towards her neck, leaving sloppy kisses up to her jaw whispering in her ear, “patience baby girl, i’m not even close to being done with you.” a shiver going down her spine from his words. 

She raised her hips hoping to get some friction but that just made one of his hands come and pin her hips down too, a defeating look in her eyes accompanied by a huff that passed her lips, making him chuckle and pull away from her neck.  

“Tell me what you want baby girl, use your words.” he grabbed her chin and looked deep in her eyes. 

“I want you to touch me..” he smirked 

“You might have to be more specific baby, cuz i can touch you here,” he said as he kissed in between her breasts looking up at her as she whimpered, his lips trailed down her stomach stopped at the waistband of her shorts “i can also touch you here,” he said as he shimmied her shorts off her body, kissing over her panties stopping right above her heat, his breath fanning over it making her squirm, “but something tells me you want to be touched here, is that right princess?” he kissed her clothed core before looking at her, her head nodding like crazy, “i told you to use your words baby.” he said, the air on her already wet core sent her into a frenzy, her hips going up to reach his face but he backed off, tutting at her moves as he ran his hands up and down the sides of her thighs. 

“Ughhh fuck, I want your mouth on my pussy alex,” she huffed out throwing her head back on the pillow. 

“Your wish is my command baby.” he said pecking her lips before his fingers pulled down her panties from the side, his body immediately fitting in between her legs, his lips dangerously close giving her folds a delicate kiss before divulging his tongue inside of her. The feeling making hannah immediately grab his hair and pulling at it as he moved his tongue up to flick her clit and start sucking on it, his eyes on her face the whole time as he saw her face contort in pleasure and he couldn’t help but moan himself at how amazing his girlfriend looked just because of his mouth. The moan sending a feeling up her spine making her moan his name. 

His fingers ghosting her entrance, eventually sending his two digits into her making her arch her back at the feeling inside her. His fingers moved in rhythm with his mouth, the sensation becoming to much as he legs began to shake and her whines and moans were spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably. 

“Baby i’m so close…. Fuck!” he felt how close she was and he moans were a bigger indication she was about to come undone. With that he pulled away from her pulsing core and slipped out his fingers right as she reached the edge. 

Her eyes went wide open, lust filled and dark, glaring at him because he ruined her orgasm. Her chest heaved up and down from her ragged breathing, caused by the previous activity. 

“What the fuck alex?!” he couldnt help but chuckle and lean in close, their lips so close but not touching. 

“Youre not cumming til im inside you,” the tone in his voice making her whimper and nod, he reached over to his bedside table and reached for a condom inside of the drawer, he leaned back on his knees making her lift herself on her elbows, he the rubber protection over his hard on and all hannah could do was watch and dribble over his erection, impatient for the feeling of it stretching her out like it always did, he crawled over her bare body again making her lean back and spread her legs, chuckling before his lips captured hers again, one hand right beside her head holding his weight, the other grabbing his hard on and running the tip through her slick folds, the moan eliciting from her mouth making him slip inside of her as her head went back and she screamed his name, “ just like that baby, i want to hear how good i make you feel.” 

His thrusts eventually picked up pace and he had her moaning his name louder with every movement, it was music to his ears and brought him closer and closer to the edge as time went by. Her hands had moved to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin making him groan, his face dropping into her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft spots, making sure to leave a mark to remember the nights events. The feeling of his lips on her neck, and him bottoming out every time he thrusted in her made her clench, making them both get closer to their edge. 

“Fuck gorgeous do that again, im gonna cum.” he growled in her ear making her moan. 

“Me too, fuck go faster.” when the phrase left her mouth he snapped back, his hands going to her hips and he began thrusting at a godly speed, it made her clench harder around his cock and made her legs start shaking uncontrollably. 

“Cum with me babygirl, finish all over my cock, be a good girl.” the last phrase sending her over the edge as her eyes rolled back and let go, feeling the twitch inside of her and his thrusts halt. He leaned down to kiss her again before pulling out of her. 

“Cmon mamas, let me wash you up.” he pecked her lips one more time before picking her up to take her to the bathroom, sitting her on the toilet so she can do her business before discarding the used condom and grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. Going back to grab hannah and pick her up, sitting her on the bathroom counter, he started gently wiping in between her legs, kissing her lips and cheeks as he did, whispering sweet things in her ear making her blush and kiss him back. 

After she was all cleaned he carried her over to his closet to give her a clean shirt of his, it appearing as a dress on her from how small she was compared to him, him sliding on some boxers, his head turning to her to see her standing in front of him with sleepy eyes and her arms extended in front of her wanting a cuddle which he gladly accepted, picking her up and laid her on the bed kissing her forehead before sliding into the bed next to her, throwing the covers over the both of them and wrapping his arms around her, her face snuggled into his neck leaving light and gentle kisses on his skin. 

“I love you alex.” she whispered closing her eyes, sleep taking over. 

“I love you too hannah.” he said with a smile on his face, kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes as well, the two of them falling gently asleep. 

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 66

“Make a wish” she softly said as he perched his lips to blow the candle, slowly he opened his eyes as the smoke curled up between them only to see her lean in to him, for a moment he thought she was aiming for his mouth, instead her lips connected with his cheek “happy birthday” she repeated as she walked past him. “Oh, were you sleeping?” she stopped as she looked from the tousled covers on the bed over to his naked upper body, “well, I wasn't expecting you back..I thought..” stop before she runs out the door again, Harper suddenly stopped halfway taking off her scarf “Oh, sorry, I..” she quickly scanned the room for other female company “am I interrupting something?”. Jared took a deep breath “like what?”, was that a rethorical question? “I don't know, we're not a couple anymore so we can date other people, right?” her words felt like a blow to his stomach, “well you sure are” he put down the cupcake and helped her take off her coat. “So how was it?” while she sat down on the couch, he sat down on the back of the bed, he needed some distance right now, “Fine..yeah it was good, he's a really nice guy” it wasn't a lie, it had been a lovely evening, they were both a little nervous and now and then that had affected the conversation with awkward silences from her part and one or two inappropriate remarks from him. That was exactly what he was afraid of, the nice guys usually weren't and he knew because he had played the nice guy on so many dates “that's good” what else was he supposed to say? Nothing, because a simple beep was gonna say it for him, ughhh look at her face softening just reading it, fuck it, I need a drink, he got up again and headed for the minibar. The minute she started talking about Nathan she saw him get all nervous, now the shoe is on the other foot how do you like it? You don't, do you? Oh stop it Harper, it's his birthday, he's been nothing but nice to you so far. “So, any new plans for what you want to do on your birthday” she casually asked as he put down a glass of scotch for her too, sure I do, all I want to do is take you right here on this couch, he slowly shook his head as he sat down next to her. “What's wrong?” she frowned, he looked really sad all of a sudden, “it's nothing..just a little homesick, I guess” he mumbled before he sipped his scotch, “I understand, you've been away from home for so long and now you're snowed in here in New York, you had plans for your birthday with your friends in LA, that's gotta be tough, we'll contact the aircompany in the morning, maybe they've started flying again”. Stop talking Harper, just stop talking, I'm not homesick about LA, I'm homesick about you, I miss you, I miss being with you permanently, I miss us being lovers, I don't want to be your friend, I want to be the man in your life  . “All I want right now is..” he leaned over her, reaching for his little present “to eat this cupcake, wanna share?” he took out the candle and split it, giving her the other half.

”Owww” a groan came from the bathroom followed by a curse, “everything ok?” he nervously shuffled around the door, “no” was her frustrated reply “oh will you just come in, Jared! I need help”. He slowly pushed open the door to find her standing in the middle of the room, jumping from one foot to the other, she never was the patient type “can you?..help me take off my bra?” the cast on her wrist prevented her from properly using her fingers.  Tell her, go on, tell her that it's gonna take every bit of willpower to not rip it off your glorious body “uhhm, ok then” he slowly took a step closer, trembling fingers as they folded behind the delicate lace, how many times had a woman told him about his expert fingers? Lost count, but now he was acting like a schoolboy, clammy fingers included. “There” his breath against the back of her neck sent goosebumps down her arms, “thanks” she whispered as she cupped her breasts to cover herself up, “I'll uhmm..” he stammered and turned trying not to trip over his own feet as he scurried out of the bathroom. Harper waited for him to close the door and then quickly put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth, while on the other side of the door Jared didn't know what to do with himself, ok read the first birthday messages then that'll calm me down, next to him on the couch, her phone lit up like a christmas tree as well. No, don't check her phone, just don't! Ok, I can not touch it but I can just check the name on the screen, that's allowed right? Nathan, Nathan, Nathan oh and then some more Nathan, oh fuck you, you stupid weazel, stop blowing up her phone, stop texting her, stop existing!. He sat back up as soon as he heard the bathroom door behind him open and pretended to read his own messages, “I'm exhausted” she plopped down next to him “and this” she held up her painful arm “is hurting like hell”. Slowly he turned his head “I'm pretty much beat too” he put his phone down to stare at her, “I'm so sorry you're stuck here with me” she sighed, it was obvious he was a little down about not being surrounded by his loved ones and friends on his birthday. “Huh? What do you mean? I happen to love being stuck here with you” he frowned, did she really think that he wasn't happy? “sure Jay, anyway, I'm going to bed, birthday boy” she got up, took her phone and walked over to the bed. He slid in bed with her and took her phone out of her hands “you've gotta rest that wrist” and put a pillow against her side, took her hand and put it down on the pillow, “Goodnight” he pushed a kiss against her forehead before he rolled over with his back to her so she wouldn't see how he turned off her phone, enough of that fucker for one night, he was lying next to her right now, not Nathan, if she was really into that loser then she would have spent the night with him instead of ploughing through the snow again, right? Damn right!.

”Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Jared, happy birthday to you” coming out of the bathroom he was greeted by her singing in a room filled with balloons, oh thank god he seemed in less of a grump than last night “I know it's a bit old skool but I got you this” she handed him a card “and then breakfast is on me, I thought it might be handy to go back to my place afterwards because that's where your present is” followed by another kiss on his cheek. “Thank you..you didn't have to get me a present though..I didn't get you anything on your birthday” he bit his lip looking at her, “read your card” she ignored his last comment, now and then things were still awkward between them, it was a long road from lovers to friends. “Come here” he finished reading his card and pulled her against his chest for a long, warm embrace, both of them admitting to themselves how much they had missed this physical closeness “this is the best birthday ever”he breathed in her hair, “but we haven't done anything yet” she murmured against his chest, “just you being here with me, is all that matters” he squeezed her extra tight. 'I don't want to let go of you ever again', 'I could stand here with you forever' were the only two things going through their minds right now, but both were too afraid to say it out loud, one wanted to say it but was afraid for a reaction and the other wasn't ready to forgive and forget what had happened.

”I'm in so much trouble” Harper sighed as she walked back into her freezing apartment and quickly rushed to get the heating on, “why?” Jared frowned watching her turn open every radiator in this place. “That” she pointed at her paintings “Charles wants 20 items by January, I don't even have 15 and they're not all part of a collection, and I keep getting distracted” it was genuine worry this time. “What's even worse, is this hand..I can't do anything decent, I've got this one shot to get an exposition at the most prestigious art gallery and I won't be able to deliver, not in a million years” she was getting lost in her thoughts. “Yes you will..you just gotta take it one step at a time” that was no advice at all Jay, but gee thanks, “I guess so..anyway, you still haven't given me any ideas on what you want to do today, birthday boy”. Jared walked over to her scaffolding and crawled up “paint..I haven't done this kind of work in ages, but I can help you out, we've done this before, remember?” there was a real excited smile on his face. It was better than nothing, right? Some progress was better than no progress “If you're sure..help me up will you?” she took the first step of the scaffolding with her good hand but was pulled up by his hands like she was a feather, “wow, ok..work out much?” she giggled as he held her against his chest to steady her. “Not as much as I'd like to” he breathed, their faces only inches apart, “ok uhmm...paint” she slowly pulled back and started opening up some cans, being this close to him was just uncomfortable. “Ok” she handed him a brush “I need a lot of red..right here” she put her hand over his and guided it slowly over the canvas, “and here” the pressure of her hand on his, skin on skin, it was just divine and unbearable at the same time. “Right there..that's it..just a little more..” stop the whispering in my ear, I know you're talking about painting but to me it sounds too damn erotic, “yes..yesyes” there was more pressure on his hand now “push down a little harder..yes” there was a spurt of breath and he almost climaxed on the spot. “I got this” she took the brush out of his hand and finished the last detail, “there's a 2010 right there” she stepped back to point out her can stocked with brushes “that big, black one on the right” she clarified as he seemed a bit puzzled, was this a good idea? But didn't he say he studied art as well?. “You can maybe start with putting a base on those two canvases?” if he could do the basics then she could make a headstart, “sure, but what about your wrist? I won't fuck it up if you just guide me” he stammered, he just wanted to be as close to her as physically possible, typical restless, impatient Harper. “I've gotta do the rest of this on my own, too many details” she shook her head while guiding him to the cans of paint.

Two hours, several coffees and wine and a headstart later, he sat down and watched her, she had been painting almost non-stop, a work of art was unfolding right before his eyes “you're using all these difficult techniques but you make it look so effortless..it's like watching Rembrandt paint, it's just so soothing” he breathed. Harper took a step back and swung her aching wrist, it had been cramping up all the time “don't compare me to that genius, that would be an insult to him” a painful grimace curled around her face. Just when he wanted to answer, his phone lit up again just like it had been doing all day with messages, missed calls, all to wish him a happy birthday “it's Charles” he said before he jumped down the scaffolding and connected the call. She eyed him as he shuffled around her apartment, looking so much happier and lighter all of a sudden, what was she thinking bringing him back here to paint? To him this must be frikkin boring, “you're leaving, aren't you?” she tried not to sound too disappointed as  he walked back to her with a smile on his face. “Yes, I am” he nodded, fuck, she knew this was coming so why was her heart and her mood dropping in a second? “I see” was all she managed to say, “Charles organized something for my birthday, gotta be there in an hour, so I better make tracks”. Harper didn't know what else to say than “ok”, she took a cloth and nervously started wiping her brush clean, “everyone's gonna be there, Charles is such a sweetheart doing this for me” he casually said as he grabbed his wallet and his phone. “Yes..yes he is” rub it in that you hated spending time with me, I had plans with you too, you know? But hey, dinner and then a bit of dancing is nothing compared to the most expensive party of the year being thrown in your honour. “Ok, well have a great time..” she forced a smile, could he gather his stuff any quicker? “I will..bye” he quickly put on his jacket and raced out the door, letting it slam behind him he left her completely shocked and stunned.