#when we werent doing that we just tied ropes or something

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wrote another new thing!! inspired by a night i spent on a boy scouts trip

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The Countertop (Topper,Rafe,Kelce X Reader)

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When Rafe got the text he was in the bathroom of the yacht,blood coming from his nose as he stuffed the small bag of white powder back into the pocket of his khakis.He heard the ding,looking over to check the notification.He felt his heart drop,regretting the line he just did. 

“Panic attack,(Y/N)’s house.”Was all the text said.Topper had sent it to the group chat with him,Kelce and Rafe.Rafe cursed,looking up in the mirror at his bloodshot,dilated eyes.He certainly couldnt help you,not when he was like this.He pinched his nose for a moment or two,letting it drip into the sink before he rinsed it down the drain,leaving the bathroom and putting his phone in his pocket.

He looked around at the groups of people,eventually finding Wheezie and gripping her shoulders. “I need you to cover for me.”He told her,completely serious.She frowned,looking over at Ward. “Where are you going?”She asked.He sighed,looking over the side of the huge boat to look at the Jet Ski that was tied by a thin rope. “(Y/N) needs help.”Was all he said,quickly thanking her before running down the flights of stairs to get to the lowest floor,gripping onto the railing and getting onto the jetski.

He tucked his phone into the pocket of his shirt,ripping the rope before gliding through the water as fast as possible,guessing on how to get to your house.He knew how to get to his house,at least.So thats where he ended up.He got onto his own dock,sprinting around the front of his house and getting into his truck,going way too far over the speed limit.

He pulled into your driveway,slamming on the brakes so he wouldnt crash into your garage.His door was opened before the truck was even parked,seeing Kelce’s car parked on the sidewalk.Rafe burst through your door,heart aching when he saw you sobbing,Kelce trying to talk to you while Topper rubbed your bare back. “What the hell happened?”He asked,not even understanding the situation.

You opened your mouth,trying to talk but only a sob came out,Topper pulling you back to him and tracing shapes along yout arm,whispering sweet nothings to you to try and help.He sent a glance towards Rafe,shaking his head.Rafe closed the door,sitting on the arm of the couch,slowly stealing you away from Topper and moving onto the couch,letting you squeeze him as tight as you needed too and he could feel your shallow breaths through his shirt.

Kelce was watching you,watching as the tears stopped falling,your eyes puffy and your bottom lip trembling.Rafe felt your grip on him becoming less tight,too weak to do squeeze him.He didnt move his arm away from you,knowing that if you were ready to let go you would push away from him. “What’s going on,princess?”He asked softly,careful to make sure his voice didnt come out harsh or shaky.

You gulped,licking you lips that tasted like salt and metal. “I hate my mom.”Was all you could say,your voice cracking.He nodded,kissing your forehead. “I know,baby.I know.”He answered,taking in a big breath.You huffed,pulling away from him,wiping your eyes with the back of your hands. “So how are you guys?”You asked,struggling not to cry again.

Kelce grinned slightly,squeezing your hand. “Im good,sweetheart.Do you want to talk about whats happening with your mom or do you want to be distracted by it?”He asked,tapping at your knuckles.You shrugged,feeling more sick than anything. “Okay,well why dont we go out to the pool so you can cool off then?”He suggested.You nodded,not fully away from Rafe yet.

Something was off with him.His hair looked like he had been pulling at it and he was more tense than usual,seeming like he was holding something back. “Um...you and Top have bathing suits upstairs.”You mumbled,your hand gripping the fabric of Rafe’s shirt.Topper nodded,tapping your ankle before he got up,Kelce giving you a small smile before going upstairs as well.You pulled away from Rafe,feeling your legs becoming tingly and your heart speed up,eyes watery. 

“Are you high right now?”You asked,a few tears sliding down your cheeks.He swallowed,looking away from you,eyes widening as he realised that he had just given himself away. “Rafe-you drove here high?”You asked,your voice high,eyes stinging.He nodded,not able to look back at you. 

“Jesus Christ-are you crazy?You couldve crashed or died or killed someone!I cant lose you-I cant fucking do it and mom is fucking gone and-and if I lose you what the fuck am I supposed to do?I dont understand why-I dont understand why you cant just-fuck.”You sniffled,trying to figure out what you were going to say.He looked up at you,feeling a lump in his throat. 

“You needed me here so I did what i had to do.”He answered,reaching for your hand only for you to pull away from him. “I hate you.”You mumbled,sniffing.His jaw dropped,a wave of nausea hitting him. “You cant mean that.”He whispered.Of course you didnt mean that.You could never hate Rafe even if you really wanted too. “You might fucking overdose or something.”You whispered,wanting nothing more than to cup his face and kiss him,tell him all your thoughts and twirl his fingers in your hair.

He shook his head,glancing over at the staircase every couple of seconds. “I wont,I wont.I dont do that much.”As the words came from his mouth he realised just how bad they sounded. “Bullshit.What happened in my bathroom then?That looked like a lot to me.”You took in a big breath,trying not to let yourself spiral again.

He just stared at you,hearing the other boys coming down the stairs. “We can talk about this later,okay?”He asked,leaning forward slightly.You nodded,looking over to see Topper and Kelce in their blue and grey bathing suits.Kelce stared at Rafe,silently telling him to go get changed.Rafe nodded,prying his eyes off of you and getting off the couch,heading upstairs.

Kelce sat down across from you where Rafe had previously been,his hands in his lap. “Do you need an ibuprofen or a hug?”He asked.You swallowed,leaning forward and resting your head against him,your arms around his bare shoulders. “THis sucks.”You mumbled,closing your eyes.He nodded,running his pointer finger along your spine. “I know,I know.Things will get better though.”He answered,his hands holding both sides of your head as he placed a kiss against your hairline.

You got up eventually,going upstairs to your room to grab a bathing suit,colliding your fist against the wood out of anger.Anger towards your mom,anger towards yourself,anger towards Rafe’s addiction.Rafe stood in the door way,confused as to what the loud bang he had heard was.You didnt notice him,throwing the clothes from your drawers all over the room,smacking the top of your dresser,your jaw clenching.

You brought your arm back to punch the wood again,only for someone to grab your arm,spin you around and push you against your dresser. “You have to calm down.”He whispered,holding tight on your wrists.You avoided eye contact,glancing down at his bare chest. “I am calm.”You replied,pushing him away as you went to find the one peice bathing suit that you had thrown across the floor.

He was just glad that you werent as bad now as you had been the last time he watched you get like this.You had started to punch yourself in the thighs and ankles until they were bruising.He had to pin your hands on top of your head and beg you to calm down.It had scared the living shit out of him.He probably couldve handled it better but Kelce wasnt there to talk to you which left just him to take care of things.

You finally found the black sim suit,not even caring at this point,tearing off your pants and kicking them into the corner.Rafe bit his lip,forcing himself to turn around.He heard the straps of the bathing suit smack against your shoulder,walking up next to him to grab a tshirt from your drawer and pull it on over the bathing suit,leaving your room and not bothering to clean up the mess that you had made.

He looked around your room,deciding he could just clean it up for you later.He followed behind you,noticing that the boys had already gone out to the pool. “Hey,lets talk.”He spoke,stopping you as you walked through the kitchen. “What?What do you want to talk about?”You asked,leaning against the kitchen counter.He sighed,his hands on the marble countertop o either side of you,staring down at you.

 “Whatever you want.I’ll answer whatever you want me to.”He replied.You nodded,thinking of everything you wanted to know.  “Whatever I want?”You asked.He nodded.“Have you….god,I dont know.Have you ever like….hurt someone when you were high?”You asked,knowing the answer when he started to bite the inside of his cheek. “Yeah,I have.I’d never hurt you though,if thats what your asking.”His hands tightened around the marble,watching as you bit your lip.

 “What about Top and Kelce?Have they ever done drugs?”You asked,nearly gasping when you saw him nod. “Did you make them do it?”You asked,dreading the answer. “I didnt force them to do it...Kelce only did it once and he only did one line.Top did three a couple months back.”Rafe answered,being as honest as he could with you. 

“When did it get this bad?You used to only do one line a week and now you’re doing like,a line a day.”You instinctively sat on the countertop,barely any space between you two.He cleared his throat,not knowing what to say because he didnt want to send you back into panic. “I know,im trying to get better.I’ve never done it in your house,like ever.You know that.”He reminded you,keeping his distance.

He figured that if he touched you at all you’d become insecure or angry,swat his hand away and probably begin to cry again. “Im not mad at you,you know that,right?”You asked,feeling your nose start to run again.You quickly pulled up your shirt,pinching your nose with the fabric.He nodded,tapping his short finger nials on the marble counter.The conversation went on for probably five minutes before the big question came,the one that you had been dreading.

 “Do you have any on you right now?”You asked,not even caring at this point.When the conversation began and you hadnt been shocked by any of his answers you probably wouldve been upset when he nodded.You werent upset,or shocked or even mad.Just numb. “I thought you were out on the boat,”You saw him frown,not understanding where you were going with this. “So how did you drive here?”You asked.He simply shrugged his shoulders,staring down at his feet.

 “I jumped off the side and got on the jet ski.”He answered,making you smile slightly. “You got onto the jetski and then drove over here?”You asked,your hand sliding down his arm and your fingers intertwining with his.He became less tense,his other hand no longer gripping the marble so hard that his fingertips were turning purple. “Yeah,I just peaced out.”He laughed quietly,his forehead resting onto your collarbone.You licked your lips,legs wrapping around his waist comfortably.

If only you knew the things that he felt within him when you did that. “Hey,”You mumbled,making him pick up his head a bit. “Do you….do you remember when you kissed me?”You asked,feeling him tense under you,his head moving off of your collarbone,staring down at you. 

“Yeah.”He answered.You nodded,hands ending up in your lap. “Did you tell Kelce?”You asked,not even understanding why you had asked that.Kelce had always been extremely important to you.He was the one person you could trust with your insecurities or ask him for coping mechanisms.Now you were starting to wonder if maybe you had a thing for Kelce.

Everyone was making you question your feelings and your sanity. “I mean,I kind of had too.You know how he is,he figures shit out by body language and he knows when something is going on.I dont even know,hes the only one that ever payed attention to Criminal Minds,im not even gonna lie to you.”he replied,biting his lip as he waited for your reaction,only to hear the sliding door open.

His head whipped around,seeing Kelce standing there with water dripping from him. “Are you guys okay?Its been like ten minutes since you’ve changed.”Kelce looked over at you,more specifically the position you were in with Rafe practically on top of you. 

“Yeah,yeah we’re fine.I was just talking about life.”You slowly got off the counter,flicking at Rafe’s thigh as you slid past him and walked by Kelce,going to sit in the shallow end of the pool.Kelce watched you,positive you couldnt hear as he entered the house,closing the sliding door and glaring at Rafe. “Did you say something to her?”He asked.

Rafe shook his head,attempting to walk past him only for Kelce to put a hand on his shoulder and hold him in place. “Why does she look more upset than she was ten minutes ago?”He asked,pushing further. “Because she found out that im high and got mad about it.We talked it out and now everything is fine,okay?”Rafe nodded a bit,sliding the door and walking out of the house,Kelce sighing.

Things were getting messy and he was always the one to hold things together.But now he wasnt even sure if he wanted to do that anymore.He stood in your house for a couple more minutes,finally putting a smile on his face and walking back out,seeing Topper kneeling in front of you and splashing water into your face.

You were squealing at the cold water,grabbing Topper by his wrists and pushing him back into the water,his hair becoming soaked and sticking to his forehead. “YOU BITCH!”Topper shouted,throwing you over his shoulder and running through the water and into the deep end,your legs wrapping around him tight so he’d go down with you.

Rafe grinned at your laughing,you rubbing your eyes and slicking your hair back out of your face.Kelce was tense,trying to soften up again but between Rafe’s smirk as he watched you,Topper holding you and the face that so much was happening was making him a bit mad.He stuck his feet in the pool,not paying attention to much except for the clouds that were moving at sloths pace.

He felt two warm hands wrap around his shins,trying to drag him into the water.He grinned,kicking his feet and forcing you to let go. “You’re no fun.”You pouted,elbows on his thighs as you stared up at your friend.He grinned,shrugging at he ringed the water from your hair. “You seem like you’re in a mood,whats up?”You asked,ignoring Rafe’s stare. “I dunno,kind of just stressed.”He answered,holding onto your hands as he moved his feet in circles underwater.

 “Did you eat today?”You deepened your voice,grinning as he flicked you on the head. “Shut up.”He smiled,licking his lips. “Do you want to have a movie night tonight?I kind of just want to forget about things,you know?”You asked,tapping your fingers on his chest.He nodded,agreeing. “What movie do you want to watch?”He asked,helping you out of the pool so you could sit next to him.

 “I dont know,maybe a horror movie.I feel like it’ll get my mind off of reality.”You replied,squinting as the sunlight hit your eyes,not aware of the silver car that had just pulled into your driveway,someone walking right into your house as you sat at the pool with your friends.

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From The Goretober 2017 Thing, Can You Do “Ropes/Wires” And “Crying” With Moceit?

Patton had always been very trusting, he couldnt help it, he just didnt see how people could be so horrible to other people. His husband Janus was of a different mindset, one that directly opposed Patton's. He believed the world was out to get you from the moment you showed that you werent planning on being the cookie cutter model citizen they wanted.

"Patty my angel could you go water the garden for me? I've got to finish breakfast," Janus stated as Patton trudged into the living room, rubbing his eyes.

"Of course babe," Patton said with a smile and a yawn before running out back to the gardens.

He'd only been there for a few minutes before he started to feel horribly, terrifyingly wrong. He looked around him to see what could be causing the unease, but could find nothing, so he shrugged and continued with his work before going inside.

"That took a little longer than usual angel, are you alright?" Janus said, tilting his head and running a finger down the side of Patton's face.

Patton quickly swallowed the urge to spill about his unease, after all he didnt want to worry his poor husband, Janus had enough to do. "I'm alright my dear," Patton said as he stepped past Janus and sat down at the table to eat.

He'd hoped that would be the last time he felt like he was being watched. But it wasnt.

At the store, in the garden, on dates, wherever he went it was like someone had taped a camera to him. Until one night he went to sleep, and when he woke up, he wasnt in the arms of his loving husband.

He was tied to a chair, a bright light like those they used for surgeries was shining directly into his face.

"Patton Boleyn, yes?" Said a voice.

"Wh-who are you?" Patton could feel his legs starting to shake.

"You're a very bad liar, Patton, but we can help with that, we can help you tell the truth about your feelings," the voice was closer now. Patton was about to open his mouth to respond when he felt a sharp pain in his cheek. He tried to scream, but that only made it worse. Tears were pouring out of his eyes, he wanted it to stop, wanted it to be over.

It seemed like an eternity before the pain finally ended, he still felt sore, but at least he wasnt being stabbed or something.

"See? Look at you now, so much happier," Patton looked up, in front of him was a mirror, and on his face, a wide and uncomfortable looking smile, with small amounts of wire poking out from his skin. He tried to move his mouth, tried to form an expression that wasnt the sickening chesire grin staring at him. But he couldnt, he was completely stuck.

"Your husband will be so much happier now to, he wont have to see you suffering anymore, isnt it lovely?" Said the voice. Patton's vision went completely black.

"Patton? Angel? Patty darling what's wrong with your face?" Janus' voice pierced the air, Patton felt his gloved hands on the sides of his face.

"J-Jan?. . ." Patton groaned, it came out as a garbled mess, he couldnt even speak properly now.

"Oh my angel what've they done to you? Stay here, stay here I'm going to get something to get this all out," Janus held Patton's hands in his for a few seconds before rushing off.

When he got back Patton felt something pressed against the wires. A few minutes later and he couldnt feel anything at all.

"It'll be alright angel I promise, I've done this before," Patton didnt even feel like questioning him, he just wanted the wires out of his face.

Soon enough his face was slack, and the couch seemed covered in blood. Janus was holding a wet rag to his face, whispering lullabies to him until he fell asleep.

He didnt ask what Janus had done while he'd been asleep, but he did notice the distinct change of glove color from yellow to black, and when he went to do laundry, the change of yellow to orange and back again.

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Im sitting in my hammock!!! I am super excited about this. But I can 100% see my neighbors through their window making out. I am trying not to look haha. I am super excited about my hammock though. This has been the best part of my day. Its probably safe? I have it attached to the pull up bar and the fire escape like I wanted but we wont know until I fall down fall I suppose. I did fall out of it once but I just fell into my bed so it was mostly just really funny. 

Today was a confusing day overall though. I slept alright but I had really intense dreams and woke up really stressed because of that. I was just really tired. what else is new but like. I could barely keep my eyes open. It wasnt fun. James wasnt home when I got up. He was out getting groceries. I took a shower to try to shake off my bad feelings. But it didnt help much. 

I had cereal and hugged James and tried to wake up but I couldnt. He had to leave for work soon after that and I knew as soon as he did I was going to go back to sleep. Which is exactly what I did. I went to the studio and I slept for almost 2 hours. I was just. So beat. 

I woke up and was actually just miserable. We had been told our meeting was canceled for the day. But I still didnt know about our class. I had talked to Marcus late last night and I said either way was fine but he didnt say what he wanted to do. So I was in limbo. I thought going for a walk might help me feel better but I didnt want to leave in case we did have the class. So I just kind of laid around and played animal crossing and pouted. I did work on a little pottery but not a lot. I just didnt feel like sanding today. Maybe tomorrow. 

But my 3 pieces are outside and drying out at least. They just stay kind of damp when I left them inside. I decided to try hanging up the hammock again. I had much better luck this time. I bought a second hammock so when me and James go camping we each can have one. Sleep off the ground. And because I had this second one I had more rope! So I was able to rig up a double rope system from the fire escape to the pull up bar. It took a lot of fussing and figuring out. Getting in and getting out but I eventually figured it out! I had it to low for a whilel but I figured out how to make it tall and not hit the bed and while its a little hard to get in once Im in Im so happy??? Its like what Constellation's hammocks wanted to bed. Like it wraps all the way around me f I lay right and its just excellent. 

Once Marcus told me we werent having class (he called and apologized, he apparently wrote a text but didnt send it) I headed out into the world. I really didnt want to. But I knew it would help a little. I walked to cvs. I got milk and mouth wash and soap. Things James wasnt able to get this morning. And enjoyed my music. 

I wore one of my new masks and this was is a little ti big for my face and kept poking my under eyes. But I think with some fidding Ill be ale to make to work. But really it was just a nice walk. I got back here and was tired but I wasnt as sad. I fiddled with the hammock some more. But once that was good I was just. In the hammock. I brought a pillow and blanket and it was so excellent. 

I had the switch and I went to visit Jess's island. Which looks great and Im very proud of her. I still dont know why I dont have a 5 star island but hers is beautiful.I headed back to our island and made the couple DIY projects she gave me.

 And then I fed sweetP, had dinner, and now Im sitting on the fire escape. The people making out may have waved at me and I had to pretend I didnt see. So I came to sit out here and sanded my pottery a a little and now Im just typing to make it seem like. I am aware but focusing on something else?? Im going to have to take the hammock down soon anyway because I cant close the door when its up. But thats alright. 

Today was a good day really. Like I dont like how tired I am, but like. I feel happy right now. The weather is super nice and I wish things felt more normal and safe. But Im alright. And I hope you are too. Goodnight everyone. Be safe.

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Dom(me)s Aren’t Built In a Day: Johnny Vers. (M)

Pairing: Johnny X Reader

Features: Choking/Breath play, restraints, spanking/paddling, cock rings, Switch!Johnny, bratty behavior, oral sex/69, light scratching/biting, rough sex, established relationship and some fluffy shit because i couldn’t resist

Genre: Slight Angst, Smut.

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: So I kinda got carried away with this one. And i was going to make Johnny a sub all the way but the story took it’s own course. Anon I really hope you like this because i love it! I’m so much better writing kink than fluff lol. Thanks Anon <3

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My hands slid underneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the warm skin and firm muscles underneath. I dug my nails in ever so slightly when his hand grabbed my ass forcing me closer to his body. I sighed softly into his kiss, wanting more and hungry to feel him deeper.

“You wanna go to the bedroom?” I smirked as i laid open mouth kisses on his neck.

“I guess…”

He guessed?? “What do you mean you guess?”i asked.

He shrugged and diverted his eyes. “If you wanna…”

“Well it's not really consensual if you dont want to.”

“I'll do it for you.”

I pushed Johnny off of me and got up from the couch. “Just say you fuckin’ dont want to. Damn.”

It had been like this. For weeks now. Apathetic, mediocre. Trying to get a groove back that seemed to have faded already. We had been dating for almost a whole year now, and when it first began it was like we set the whole world ablaze. Every moment with him was ecstatic and filled me with feelings of lust, love, and happiness all at once. Yet lately it seemed like he didn't even want to touch me. I was shocked when he initiated the make out session, even a little turned on to be grinding on the couch like horny teenagers. But even that little bit of a spark disappeared within minutes. And now I knew for sure that he was just doing it to try and please me. Not that him rutting unenthusiastically into me made it feel good.

I had plenty of thoughts running through me head. Was he cheating? Did he fall out of love with me? Was he sick? Medical issue? Depression? He wasn't talking to me and that made me even more worried. How did we even get to this point?

I went over to his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. A few moments later he was in the doorway, hands shoved deep into his pockets. “I'm sorry…” He said quietly. He was hiding behind his dark brown bangs, shyer than he normally was.

“What is going on with you? You're never like this and you wont talk to me about anything! When did that start happening?” i let out a frustrated sighed as my mind went to that place again. “Are you….are you cheating on me?”

Johnny’s head snapped up instantly. “What? No! Fuck no! I would never. Why would you think that?”

“I DONT KNOW! You’re not talking! Tell me what's going on then!” i couldn't help the angered tone in my voice.

“It's nothing! Nothing's wrong i just…” He shrugged. “I guess I'm in a funk or something. I don't know. I was hoping it would go away but it hasn't.” He rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. “Dont worry about it ok? I'll figure it out.”

“Figure it out…” I scoffed. “So you've been ‘figuring it out’ by yourself for weeks and you've become reclusive and it feels like you're repulsed by me.”

“Don't be so fucking dramatic. I'm not repulsed by you. Nothing wrong with you. Just let me do this by myself.”

“Fine.” I got up from the bed and pushed past him. “You can call me whenever you ‘figure it out’.” i rushed to grab my bag and keys from by the couch and went over to the door.

“Yeah, thanks for being understanding!!” He screamed after me. “Selfish ass!!”

I guess I was being selfish. It wasn't really about the sex...part of it was of course but what the hell was he hiding? I had spent various nights crying, going days without a call or text, even though he was posting his photography on instagram. It seemed like he was going on without me. That was until one night he finally broke the silent vow that had manifested between us.

“I'm sorry. I really wanna see you. I miss you.” i heard him breathe into the phone.

“Are you drunk?” i sighed.

“Yeah but it's fine. I know what i'm saying. Come over.”

“I'm not going over while you're drunk. Where even are you?” I could hear loud noises in the background and people screaming over each other.

“Out. Please. Meet me at my place. You still have the key dont you?”

“Yeah but-”

“Let me fuck you.”

No. That was bad. Very very very bad. And i should not go over there. I got up and grabbed my keys, swiftly putting on my shoes and making a terrible decision.

When i got to his place he was already pushing me against the door, his mouth overwhelming mine and hands roaming everywhere. I was clawing at his clothes, practically tearing them away. He looked amazing. Tight jeans that accentuated his firm ass, black shirt that was now tossed aside and heated muscles that drove me to open my legs instantly. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bedroom, pushing me onto the bed and crawling on top of me. My breaths were coming out so hard that my lungs were starting to burn. The only thing i could think about was him making me cum. Just please make me cum. Ive missed you so much, Johnny. So much.

I couldnt say what i was thinking. I was too busy pulling him closer to the heat between my thighs, wanting to ride his face until the sun came up. My hand was digging into his scalp while his were on my breasts, squeezing and kneading as he rained kisses over my lower stomach. I shoved off my sweatpants and panties, eliciting a growl from his hungry lips. “Fuck Johnny….please.”

He grabbed my hips with a smirk, yanking me towards him and moving up to swallow my lips again in sinful twists and turns of his tongue. “I'll get to you in a minute, baby i promise.”

I whimpered wantonly. “Don't keep me waiting. Ive missed you so much.”

He licked my lips and groaned. “Fuck, me too. You feel so damn good and i'm not even inside you yet.” He trailed his lips to my neck biting down hard against the sensitive skin as his denim clad cock ground into my center. My hands raked up his back, stopping right at the base of his neck. I arched into him, returning the rolls of his hips as gasps of pleasure fell from me. “Choke me.”

I stopped then and there. “What?”

“Choke me. For the love of god, fuckin’ choke me.” He took my hand in his, placing it on his neck as his eyes sealed shut, waiting.

I pulled away, sitting up slightly. “Johnny! That's dangerous!”

“No, it"s fine. Please just do it. It'll get me off.”

My eyes went wide and i scrambled away from him. “I-i cant do that. That's just…”

“Why not? It's easy. Just do it.”

“You could stop breathing! I'm not gonna kill you.”

“Exactly! It wont kill me! You're not gonna hurt me. Just…” He looked at me, eyes dark and pleading.

“I cant. Im sorry. I...i knew this was a bad idea. I have to go.” i quickly grabbed my pants and pulled them on. He didnt even try to stop me. He just sat there, head hung low and hand clenched around the sheets. I rushed out of there fast, my heart still racing with nervousness. I had never been asked that before and for Johnny to even suggest that...was that what he was wanting before? Why he was so distant? I just...i couldn't do that to him no matter how badly he wanted it. My heart hurt now...maybe we werent exactly made for each other after all.

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A month had passed and we still were barely talking. I wasnt ready to move on but...maybe it was time. He was on my mind everyday and i also continuously wondered if maybe he had found someone else. Someone who could do what he wanted. We had arranged to meet at his place again. I was going to get my things and probably break it off for good. As I drove to his apartment i willed myself not to start crying. I had to be strong. This was for the best. Maybe not for me but maybe for him. In my head I tried to convince myself that I wanted him to be happy even if it was with someone else. But it wasn't really working.

When i got to the front door and knocked there was no answer. He knew I was coming...he had to be home. I sent him a text and waited. Minutes passed and still no answer. I still had the key to his place -i had planned to give it back to him today- but i didnt want to burst in there. It seemed rude now since we were so distant. But he still wasn't answering. I reluctantly set the key in the lock and went inside. The place was dark, there was only a dim light coming from his bedroom. “Johnny?” I called out.

Still no response. Now i was starting to get worried. I went over to his bedroom, the door wide open, and i could see him lying in bed fully naked with his cock in his fist. His laptop was beside him and his headphones in his ears which would explain why he hadn't heard anything. My face was bright red and i panicked. I had no idea if I should stop him or not. I almost didn't want to. He looked so...damn good. The way his chest was rising and falling, his legs tensing and hips bucking with each pass of his hand over the tip of his cock. I dared to step a little closer to him and i noticed the video that was playing on his laptop. Of course it was porn but stuff that we had never watched together. The man was tied up, rope decorating his skin in intricate patterns, his mouth gagged shut and a blindfold over his eyes. There were marks all over his backside, most likely the branding from the tall amazonesque women dressed in latex behind him. She was holding a thin rod of what looked like maybe wood in her gloved hands and he was begging her for more. She complied, landing another hard whip from the cane making him cry out. When the wood landed on skin, Johnny's body tensed, his breath hiccuping for a moment before he licked the dryness from his lips. His cock was leaking now, the sound of wet skin on skin coming to my ears.

I swallowed hard and reached out to him, setting my hand on his sweat slicked chest. His eyes shot open and he jumped up quickly, yanking the headphones out his ears and slamming the laptop shut. “Jesus!! Dont you knock!?” he pulled a pillow over his lap and glared up at me.

“I did!! I knocked, i texted you, and i called out to you! You're the one with headphones jacking off to…that stuff…”

His face flushed a bit and he got up from him bed trying to making his way over to his bathroom. “Why are you here?!”

“We agreed for me to come over and get my stuff! Don't you remember?”

He groaned. “Shit...that was today?”

“I thought that's what we said!” i shifted my feet a bit. “Sorry, i came in with the key. I didnt want to but you didnt answer and...well…”

He pushed his hair back briefly wiping the sweat from his forehead. “It's fine...it's my fault. Um…” He looked down at the pillow that he was clutching tighter. “I'm gonna uh...you know.”

“Finish?”

“What?! N-no! I mean not while you're here now! That's like...weird.” He said.

“Why? I mean I know why but i've seen your dick like...hundreds of times.”

“Yeah but we're…”

“What are we exactly?” I asked.

He looked down at his feet. “I dont know. I thought you hated me.”

“Hate? No! I thought that...i thought a lot of things. I thought you didnt want to be with me because i was scared to choke you. I thought that maybe sex was that important to you and then it made me feel like shit.”

“i felt like shit when you thought it was weird. And i'm sorry about the choking thing. Me being drunk and springing it on you wasn't the best way to go about it. I'm glad we didn't have sex that night.” He replied.

“Me too.” i nodded before glancing back at his laptop. “I really miss you Johnny. Like it hurts so bad to not be around you. And if...this stuff is important to you i'm willing to at least try it.”

His eyes snapped up to me. “R-really? You really don't have to. I dont want to make you uncomfortable. I guess this is what we’re struggling with anyway.”

“I am uncomfortable but...maybe you can teach me and we can try stuff?” I nibbled my lip a bit. “You looked really hot listening to it...just saying.”

He let out a soft chuckle. “Thanks...um…” He leaned in a bit placing a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled and looked up at him.

“So do I spank you and call you a bad boy now?”

He nodded. “That would be kinda nice.”

“Do I say mean things to you?” I asked fumbling over the thoughts in my head and just spitting them out.

“No, i'm not into degradation, just control. Or lack thereof. You're in control. You command me essentially.”

“Command you?” I thought for a moment. “Like get on your knees and eat me out?”

“Right now?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

I cleared my throat. “If you dont i'll...spank you.”

He smiled which made me cover my face. “Im sorry! I'm trying!”

“No, no. It's okay. I appreciate it. You're so cute.”

I set my face in his chest, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Am i supposed to sound scary? Like how am I supposed to do it?”

He kissed the top of my head. “Not for nothing but we can watch some stuff together. Its a bit exaggerated but you'll get the gist of it.”

“Watch porn...together?”

“Nothing more romantic, am i right?” He laughed and nodded towards his bed. “C’mon.”

I took off my sweatshirt and jeans, tossing them away with my shoes and climbed into bed with him. He sat up against his headboard, setting the laptop on the pillow and opening it back up.

“Ok,” I held onto his arm and exhaled. “Let do this.”

--

Oh god. I could see why he wanted this so bad. Never in my life had i seen anything so lustful and sensual than my small hands wrapped around Johnny's throat. His full lips were parted, only being able to let out small raspy gasps as his chest tried to compensate for the lack of air. I held his life in my hands, which in of itself was the most powerful thing i had ever felt. My thumbs pressed into his adams apple and his hand instantly grabbed the top of the headboard to steady himself while i rode his cock like I was never going to see him again. And when he came -Jesus- when he came it was like a whole new world had opened and we were the only ones in it. My whole body tensed, convulsed, clenched around him as his cum filled me. He had arched against me, making my nails dig into his skin before he tapped my wrist quickly. I let go instantly and he gasped in air in huge gulps, coughing just a bit.

“A-are you o-okay?” i stammered as i still felt my legs shaking on either side of his hips.

He nodded, coughing into his elbow and struggling to regain his breath. I bit my lip now worried that i had done something wrong. “Johnny!”

He waved me off, giving me a thumbs up before he finished his coughing fit. “FUCK!” he wiped the back of his mouth. “Damn...that was-”

“Did it hurt? Are you ok? I'm sorry, God i’m so sorry. I was caught up in the-”

He interrupted me like i had done to him except it was with a hard kiss. He pulled me down to him, kissing me deeply and desperately. When he pulled away I was almost lightheaded from the intensity. “You're amazing. Like...incredibly amazing.”

“You've never cum like that before. I um…” I looked down at our bodies still connected and the bit of stickiness that was slowly sliding out of me. “It was a lot...and really….wow.”

“Yeah...wow is...one way to describe it. Can we do it again?” He smirked.

“Right now? Are you sure? I think I marked your neck though.” I blushed.

He bit his lip in his charmingly awkward way. “Hell. Yes.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me down to the bed, attacking my neck and chest with kisses and bites making me giggle.

“Johnny! Wait!” I squirmed beneath him, trying to still his nibbles and licks. Him laughing against my neck tickled even more until I was almost in tears. “Stop!” He didn't, even when i begged but an idea popped into my head amidst my giggles. I landed a hard smack against his ass using as much force as i could given my position beneath him. He stopped instantly, clutching my sides roughly. “When I say stop what do you think that means?”

“Stop, ma'am.”

“Ma'am?” I mulled it over. I didn't think I was a Mistress or Mommy or Queen or anything just yet. Besides some of those titles still made me squeamish.

“Would you want me to call you something else?” he asked, head still bowed and buried in my neck.

“No. I like that. Say it again.”

“Yes ma'am.”

I smirked feeling the sense of power return. “Good boy. I think you should bend over now.”

--

~2 years later~

“Why are you mad at me? You're the one who walked out on me!” Johnny yelled once we got into our shared apartment.

“Because I don't like public proposals and you did it right in front of everyone!”

“It was a surprise engagement party!”

“I still dont like that! It puts me on the spot and it makes me have anxiety and it forces me to say yes!”

“So you dont want to say yes?” He looked at me confused and full of hurt.

“No, i mean...i just...can i think about it?!”

“Think about it? We've been together for so long already! What is there to think about?!”

“I dont know! I mean...divorce rates, family shit, insurance, an entire fucking wedding that we cant afford! A stupid dress that i'm only going to wear once and costs like a quarter of my college debt.”

“And all of that was enough to make you walk out on me? Really?”

“I just have to think about it, ok?!”

“Think about it on the couch then.” He walked into our bedroom-the one that used to belong to him and only him- and slammed the door shut. I sighed, angrily kicking off my heels and plopping down on the sofa. My arms crossed as my stubbornness was kicking in. I wasnt apologizing. I hated crowds and when he got down on one knee in front of our friends my anxiety went into over drive and i panicked. I had run outside, my emotions a terrible melting pot of odds and ends. I didnt come back to the party. It ended horribly. That was when we drove home in a tense silence that had exploded as soon as we stepped foot into our home.

I thought back to the first year of our relationship. How hot and cold we were because of all the changes we were going through. It was so distant and painful. I didnt want to go through that again. That was when the giddiness hit. He had proposed, completely unexpected and while i almost had an anxiety attack at our surprise engagement party….he had actually proposed. Like PROPOSED. I covered my face with my hands and felt the heat rising all the way to the tips of my ears. I never thought that would happen ever. It hadnt even crossed my mind before. I was so focused on building my business and living our life as a couple who lived together that I hadnt thought that far. A piece of paper and a ring wouldnt change how i felt about him but he had clearly thought it through. Enough to do a party after all.

Oh Johnny. This is why even though I controlled you, you had me wrapped around your finger tight.

I got up and unzipped my form hugging dress, stepping out of it and kicking it out the way. I went over to the bedroom, knocking gently before stepping in. He ignored me, opting to keep his eyes glued to his phone. His blazer was strewn on the bed, tie and top buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows while his hair escaped the hold his pomade had on it. “Johnny…” I called out softly.

His thumb flicked over the phone screen, his eyes following the scrolling blue and white masses of texts and photos. I crawled onto the bed and sat behind him, rubbing my hands over his shoulder. He smacked them away quickly. “Dont.”

“I'm sorry.” I began, placing a kiss on the back of his neck. “I didn't mean to upset you. I panicked.” I wrapped my arms around his ribcage and held him tight.

He sighed and set his phone on the night stand. “Do you really not want to get married? Honestly i'll return the damn ring and get myself a camera.”

I turned his face towards mine and kissed his full lips gently. “Let me think about it ok? Please?” I didn't give him much of a chance to respond as i deepened the kiss little by little, pushing him back onto the bed. He let out a small grunt and i assumed it was because he was mad at himself for being persuaded so easily. But i've always had that effect on him. While our tongues were clashing with one another i drew my hand up to his neck, gently running my hands over one of his most sensitive areas. He jerked at the touch at first, knowing what it meant and the possibilities for the night. He pulled away ever so slightly, his warm breath coating my lips as he panted.

“Ma'am?” he asked tentatively.

“Mhm…” I nodded in response, letting the switch set off between us as our dynamics changed. He wasn't just my sweet, loving, awkwardly goofy boyfriend anymore. He was my pet, my submissive- the one who catered to my every desire to enact my power over him, to see him crumble beneath me, begging helplessly.

“I'm still mad at you.” He said softly.

“I know.” I gripped his neck, adding pressure right against his adam's apple. His breath stilled for a moment as i slid my legs over his lap, straddling him. “That's why I'm making it up to you. Or at least trying to. Will you let me?”

His hand fell to my hip which he squeezed twice-our signal for yes. I smiled down at him dragging my eyes to the tie that hung loosely from his neck. Improvise. I let go of his throat momentarily- much to his dismay- and undid the tie. The shirt came next, a slow tease of testing his patience as I undid each button placing kisses on each new exposed area of skin. I untucked the shirt from his pants, opening a new area across his stomach to litter with kisses and a few harsh bites just to keep him on his toes. He was usually a quiet sub until he started begging and only let out a few hisses when i bit into him. My eyes drifted up to him- he was watching me intensely, wondering where i would go next- before looking down at the zipper of his dress pants.

I ignored it for now, shuffling down to remove his shoes and socks instead. He was shifting in the bed, fingers flexing around the bed sheets as he became raptured by every move I was making. I suppose it did help that i was in nothing but a sheer bra and panty set. I had planned that way before our fight, thinking we would have a chance to slip away in the middle of the party, but at least my plan came back around full circle. “Now dont move. Stay right where i left you.” I commanded before I left him in the bed and retreated to our closet. Behind all the clothes and totes and shoes was our little box of secrets- well, over the years the size of the box had increased as our collection grew and we learned how one another worked. I pulled it out, rifling through the goodies to find exactly what i was looking for. When i turned back to the bed Johnny had removed his shirt and unzipped his pants which instantly made my brow furrow.

“Did I ask you to do that?” i gripped the base of the paddle i now had in my hand tighter.

He licked his lips and swallowed hard. “N-no but I thought-”

“You thought...huh. last time I checked your job isnt to think, it's to do what i say.” I bound over to him, grabbed the tie from the bed and pinned his wrists together, securing them in a bowline knot, making sure it was tight enough that his big hands wouldn't slip through. “On your knees. Now.”

“Yes ma'am.” He shifted onto his hands and knees, ass raised in the air. I always loved seeing him like this. Especially because his ass was so cute, even cuter when covered in bruises and hand marks too.

“Hold onto the headboard and dont move.”

He followed my order while i yanked his dress pants down along with his black boxer briefs, exposing him completely. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my giggle as i still saw faint traces of the bruises I had left on him a couple weeks ago. He was definitely due for some more. I picked up the paddle once more, turning it over and running my fingers over the leather that covered it and the icy steel grommets along the edges. I could see his shoulder blades tensing in anticipation, making his back muscles ripple. God, he looked so good. I stepped a bit closer to him, rearing my hand back and landing a hard slap across his cheeks with the paddle. He pursed his lips together, trying to suppress a groan from deep within his chest.

“What was that?” i asked, rubbing the leather across the bright red sting.

“N-nothing ma'am.” He replied through grit teeth as his head dipped.

“You know i prefer you quiet unless your begging, right?”

“Yes ma'am.” i watched his fingers grip the headboard tighter and smirked.

I brought the paddle down again for another loud thwack. His entire body lurched forward, his ankles crossing over each other sending the tension to his calves. There was no sound from him except his heavy breathing that was slowly starting to shift into raggedness. I switched from using the paddle to rub against him to my hands, trailing my nails over the burning skin. The light scratches were enough to make him squirm, his stomach dipping towards the mattress. I dragged my nails up the base of his tailbone trailing all the way up his spine. I heard the faintest of curses under his breath which made me chuckle. I pressed my index and middle finger under his chin and tilted his head up towards me. “You're purposefully being a brat now arent you?”

His eyes were hooded, long lashes fluttering as his lips parted to say something but he thought better of it. “If you think this is your punishment then you've got another thing coming, baby boy. Trust me i've got something much worse planned for you.”

I dropped my touch from him and slithered back to the box grabbing the thing he loved to hate the most. It was small and simple yet dangerous and carried the weight of torture within its expanding walls. I grabbed the girth of his hips and yanked him back to me. Johnny complied until my hands were over his semi soft cock, sliding on the cock ring over his shaft, making a slight twist in the silicone to wrap around his balls as well. “What?! No!” He hissed.

“Ooh, you're back talking me today too? I definitely won't be taking it easy on you now.” I pressed a heated kiss against his neck, kissing up to his ear before biting against his earlobe. “Get back into position.”

He nodded meekly, returning his hands to the headboard. Now he knew he was in punishment territory and there wasn't any turning back. I may have wanted to make it up to him so he wouldn't be mad at me but there was still a teensy part of me that was angry that he embarrassed me and sent me into a panic. I gave him no warning, mimicking the way he sprung that loaded question me, and slammed the paddle into him again. The indentation of the grommets were starting to form on his skin like fiery o's. I gave him little room to breathe within the next few hits, making sure every inch of his backside was covered in some sort of sordid mark. He was holding up better than he normally did though his knuckles were white and tensed around the headboard. His toes were digging into the sheets as he rocked himself slowly, trying to ease off the heavy burn in his flesh. I propped myself by the headboard, setting the paddle on the nightstand “Hi honey,” I said in a bit of a mocking tone. He lifted his head, eyes falling on me instantly. “You ok?”

He could only groan, a bit of irritation and aggravation hidden within. “Hmm just...peachy.”

I looked down between his legs at his newly formed erection that was already struggling against the cock ring. I giggled and pet his hair back gently, narrowly escaping his teeth as he attempted to bite me.

“Oohh, my baby boy's feisty. Should i just leave you here like this for another hour? Not even touching you? Or maybe i should make you watch me touch myself while you stay trapped in this cock ring.” His eyes lowered into angry slits but he said nothing. “Or I could touch you...edge you...make you scream your begs until your lungs burn? Yeah. I think i like the sound of that more.”

Johnny pursed his lips together hard. His mind was working on processing the upcoming plans and possibly on a way to give me the cold shoulder later on while i got to work on tossing his pants off completely and shoving him against the headboard. I swung my legs over his hips, getting into our favorite position. He looked up at me, his still bound hands freezing right before he attempted to touch me. He knew he was teetering on a fine line and wasn't going to push it just yet. I grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head while my hips hovered above his straining cock. His eyes stayed locked onto the small gap of space between our heat waiting for the first brush of contact. I let him have it, gliding the mesh fabric of my panties over his cock, circling my hips slightly when my clit met his head.

Johnny swallowed back a gasp biting his lip hard to keep himself steady. I fell into a slow and easy rhythm of rocking my hips against him, the thin fabric between us adding just a bit more friction and sending my nerves ablaze. I was focusing on rubbing my clit against his head, feeling his pre cum seep onto his stomach. The grip i had on his wrists tightened, my breath becoming a rough staccato. Meanwhile, Johnny was trying to increase the painful grind, digging his hips up into me. “Please…”

God, that perfect little beg always drove me crazy. He knew it to. Hed pout out his full lips, lick them so they'd glisten and entice me more and toss his head back, exposing his neck for choking, biting or both. And just when i would let go of his wrist hed try and touch me. I knew his game and he wasn't going to win this time. “Please? Please what, Johnny? Use your words.” I sunk my teeth into his neck, pulling blood to the surface and creating a deep mark. He arched up against me, letting out a soft hiss that turned into a strangled groan. I edged my hips up his torso, letting his cockhead press ever so slightly against my entrance.

“Fuck! Please, baby…let me fuck you.”

“Hmm, absolutely not.” I lowered my head to lick at his lips, tracing my tongue over his top lip and giving it a sweet kiss. He reached his tongue out to meet mine, sucking it slowly into his mouth and humming around it. I pulled away just to tease him and he arched his head towards mine, lips parted and willing to accept another kiss. I let go of one of his wrists-being sure to keep a tight grip on the tie- and wrapped my hand around his neck, keeping him pinned to the headboard. A faint whimper escaped him.

“Please ma'am, i'll be good to you. You just-” he tried reach for my kiss again but i tightened my hold on his throat. “You just…” He swallowed back and i could feel the struggle against my palm. “Untie me a-and I can-”

“Quiet. Im gonna make you put your mouth to better use.” I wiggled away from him, sliding my panties off as Johnny excitedly slid down so his head rested on the pillow. I resumed my position on him, my knees now on either side of his head. “Get to work, brat.”

He nodded and pressed his lips against my heat, already prying his tongue through my folds as he growled hungrily against me. He swirled his tongue against my clit before sucking it fully into his mouth. My head fell back and i closed my eyes reveling in the hot wet sucks and kisses he gifted me with. I edged myself forward commanding his tongue to flick into my eager hole. I wanted some form of release myself. Seeing him tied up and spanking him always made my hormones rush into overdrive. I was trying to stay strong but the way he was drinking down every bit of my slick heat had my thighs quivering. I shifted my hips into quick bounces, making sure he would dig his tongue into me, that was until i felt it disappear. I looked down at him angrily. “Did I tell you to stop?”

“N-no ma’am but...a-ahh it hurts.” I rolled my eyes and looked back at his cock that was making a mess all over his stomach. It was bright red and aching, crying out for attention. “Please? Just a little?” He gave my lower lips a few tender kisses, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes getting to me. I grumbled angrily and accepted his little conquest before adjusting myself so my stomach pressed against his chest in a sixty-nine.

I lapped at the precum that had settled between the grooves of his abs, trying to hide the coy little moan i let out as soon as i tasted him. I trailed my tongue up to his slit, digging the tip in just enough to get him squirming. Meanwhile, my nails raked along his shaft, tracing veins that pulsated with each tantalizing stroke. Johnny pressed his hips up, just a minimal inch, trying to get me to take him into my mouth and i gave in. My lips wrapped around his head enveloping him in heated pulls. I felt his fingers wrap around my ass, pulling me closer while his thumbs spread my hole wide. His tongue resumed its rightful place inside me carving out patterns against my walls.

I swallowed hard around him, trying to get my mind to focus on his torture when all i could really think about was my pleasure. I rocked myself slowly, my mouth slurping him down each time i went forward and his tongue disappearing inside me when i went back. His deep moans were vibrating against my lips making me clench around him and i returned the sentiment. His cock throbbed against my palm as i stroked what i couldnt fit in my mouth edging him even further. My free hand slipped between this thick thighs to grab at his balls giving him a rough squeeze. His hips jerked roughly slamming his cock to the back of my throat and i harshly landed a slap against him before pulling away. “Johnny.” I growled.

He let out a deep groan as more precum leaked from his slit. I bit at his thigh harshly, gripping his balls even tighter. He cursed against my folds and his nails dug into me. He called out to me, my title thrown away, as he pleaded for me to release him. I glared back at him.

“You want it bad don't you? You're a mess baby boy.” I said. “You want this gone?” I tugged at the ring of silicone that was suffocating him. He nodded profusely, wiping away the sweat that beaded across his forehead.

“Please….” He whispered huskily. I bit my lip as his deep voice cut right through me. I undid the tie and carefully eased off the cock ring from around him. He let out a sigh of relief before covering my back and shoulders with kisses. “Thank you. Hmm...can i fuck you now ma'am?”

“You better make up for you being an impatient brat.”

“Maybe you can make up for being such a shithead then.” He chuckled.

Before i could even argue he pushed me flat on my back, my head dangling off the edge of the bed. Any protest i was going to make dissolved into a loud cry as i felt his swollen cock shove into me. My walls stretched and swallowed him down greedily. He wasted no time in slamming into me over and over creating a swirling fire in the pit of my stomach. My hands reached for him, wanting to pull him closer to me but he pinned them to my side. From over the swell of my breasts i could see him watching every movement my body made beneath him. Though he had a crushing grip on my wrists my fingers dug into the sheets trying to find a way to stabilize myself. “F-fuck! Johnny!!” I cried as my back arched against him.

He had never been this hungry for me before. Begging, whiny, and submissive yes but this was...I wanted more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his lower back as i panted out my own pleads. Johnny finally blessed me with heavy kisses on my neck pairing it with slithering licks. I turned my head towards his trying to capture his lips but he pulled away quickly as if i had burned him. “No.”

No? My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean no?! Give me my kiss.”

“Now who's being a brat?” He smirked. His hips were slamming into me even harder. I could hear the harsh slapping of skin on skin that mixed in with his heavy pants and groans. I tried wiggling out of his grasp but it was no use. Blood was rushing to my head making my entire body feel like it was floating. I could hear my heart thundering in my ears, pouding louder and louder to match each of Johnny's thrusts that dug into me. I arched against him, my body begging for him to aim towards my spot. Just when the head of his cock brushed against the place i desired most he pulled away and i almost screamed. He was testing me and possibly this was his way of getting revenge on me too.

He flipped me over pressing me face down, ass up, his hand gripping the back of my neck firmly. When he reinserted himself into me i felt every pleasure point ignited. My eyes rolled back as my mouth stayed in a permanent moan, my fingers digging into the edge of the mattress. My ass rocked back against him as i felt my impending orgasm approaching. He was relentless and unending and i felt like i was going to snap in half at any minute. The pressure he was putting on my neck strangled my breathing, my chest struggling to expand but it drove me wild. I could finally feel what he had felt; the feeling of abandoning control, of trusting someone so deeply and feeling your entire body slipping away to a space of heightened pleasure.

And as my explosive orgasm hit me i sunk my teeth into the edge of the bed, screaming my sins out. A rush of heat seeped inside me as Johnny bottomed me out with a final thrust. His grip loosened on my neck but i didnt move. It was like i was frozen against him. I felt him place kisses against me, crawling up to my face where he hovered above me so i wouldnt be crushed under his tall frame. “You okay?”

“Yeah….yeah…”

“You sure?” i felt his bangs brush against my shoulder as he kissed my cheek. I nodded and swallowed hard. We shifted slowly so we laid on our backs beside each other staring up at the ceiling as our breaths returned to normalcy.

“So….” he said.

“So…”

“I think i might be a switch.”

“I think i might be ready to marry you.”

We both looked at each other quizzically having said two completely different statements at the same time.

“What?” we said again before laughing.

He turned onto his said to face me. “Did you say you're ready to marry me?”

“Maybe.” I buried my face in his chest, trying to avoid looking at him. “What's this shit about you wanting to switch?!”

“Dont change the subject!” He pulled me away from him forcing me to look up. “You serious?”

“Yeah….i mean if you want to be a switch and do...all of the shit you just did now you damn right we're getting married.” I said.

“So you're just in it for the sex, huh?” He nudged me playfully.

I cupped his face in my hands. “Of course not. I have to deal with you tripping over your own feet, and constantly recording me or taking unflattering photos of me, and you whining when i have to fix your photography website because you messed up the html code yet again, and you sending me cryptic messages because you don't know how to send a text without it sounding ominous. And if i hated all of that i would've left you by now. But the dick is a plus.”

“Ehh, you're pretty decent yourself.” He smiled at me. “Especially when you're getting fucked out from behind.” he placed a slow heated kiss on my lips, teasing me with licks and pulling away like i had done to him. “You'd make a cute sub.”

“Easy now, hotshot. I didn't get the hang of it instantly and you definitely wont either. Doms aren't built in a day you know.”

“I know that but-” His hand wrapped around my neck, his thumb tilting my head up to his. “I'm gonna have fun learning.”

[mrsimoshen]

Winding  Down

Title: Winding Down

Link:Winding Down

Square filled: Bondage

Ship: Michael/Sam

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Bondage, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Toys, a bit of topping from the bottom I think?,

Summary: Michael won a hard case. Sam decides to fulfill his lover a wish and celebrate a little while he’s at it.

Word count: 2155

created for @spnkinkbingo​ and for @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell​, who got me into this pairing ^^

Tagging @dreamyarchangel​, @silvaxus​, @masterpieceofturkeycleverness​, @ajcza​, @blakechaos08​

Fic below the cut:

Sam grins broadly as he reads the single line text message.

We won, it says, nothing more, but to Sam, it could as well be a formally written declaration of victory.

The conviction of serial killer brothers Alistair and Azazel Roarke is something his lover has worked for tirelessly for the past year, sacrificing national holidays and uncounted weekends to make sure every single loophole they might find was plugged before he took the case to court. And that single line text tells Sam it worked. Two of the most notorious killers of the past decade are going to spend the rest of their lives behind bars, and Sam has a celebration to prepare.

Michael arrives home late that evening, having been held up by a myriad of different issues. First, the press wanted a statement, then he had to talk to several important people, who all wanted to congratulate him on his hard work, and then a few of the paralegals conspired to throw an impromptu office party that he couldn’t just leave.

His conscience is weighing heavy on him – he’s pretty sure Sam waited for him since he sent that text, and his lover has suffered enough already under Michael’s dedication to this case.

When he unlocks their front door, however, he’s not greeted by a frowning Sam or an empty house. Instead, he blinks in confusion as he steps into the hallway.

The lights are dimmed everywhere, leaving him just enough light to see by as he drops his keys and wallet and briefcase and hangs up his coat. “Sam?”

“In the living room,” comes the immediate answer, and Michael slips out of his shoes and walks further into the apartment on sock-clad feet, expecting to find his lover curled up on their sofa with a book and maybe a cup of coffee. He smiles at the mental image, already thinking about stretching out  with his head in Sam’s lap and just relaxing.

Instead, he stops dead in his tracks when he rounds the corner to the living room.

Sam started a fire in their fire place – one of the reasons they decided on this rather big house, instead of a smaller one – and his lover is lying stretched out on the shaggy rug in front of the fire. He’d obviously been reading, because he’s just lowering a book onto his chest, but that’s not what caught Michael’s eye and short-circuited his brain.

His lover is almost entirely naked, safe for a pair of black silk boxer briefs, and his tanned skin and the silk are gleaming in the firelight.

“Fuck, Sam,” Michael breathes, his brain slowly remembering what speech is. “You look amazing.”

Sam laughs, low and a little wicked. “Thank you. Come a little closer, baby, I won’t bite.”

Michael blinks, and steps closer slowly. He reaches up to pull his tie loose and unbutton his cuffs on autopilot, and when he sinks to his knees by Sam’s side, he gets pulled into a slow, deep kiss immediately.

“Congratulations,” Sam murmurs after he’s been kissed breathless, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Michael.”

Michael can’t help the smile. “Thank you, Sam.”

Sam smiles back, still with that slightly wicked tilt to it, and reaches up to pull the tie free and undo the first few buttons on Michael’s white shirt. “Sooo… I thought we’d have a little celebration, just you and me.”

Michael likes where this is going, he really does. “What did you have in mind, love?”

Sam laughs again and sinks back down onto his back, stretching out on the rug. Michael follows the line of his body, up his arms – and forgets to breathe for a second.

“Are you sure, love?”

“Never been more certain of anything else in my life, baby.” Sam smiles reassurance at his lover, his eyes calm and warm.

Michael takes a deep breath and reaches up to pick up the neat coil of soft rope. He and Sam talked about this before, and Sam hadn’t been quite comfortable with the thought of tying Michael up before he’d had some practice. Michael had been more than fine with giving him time to decide, and they’d only played with loosely binding Michael’s wrists to the headboard with his ties, wide loops he could easily slip out of. This… is a step further than that.

“What brought this on?” Michael asks, running a bit of rope through his fingers lightly. “You weren’t too keen on the idea before.”

“I had a lot of time on my hands lately,” Sam murmurs, smiling to take any accusation out of his words. “So, I watched a bit of really good porn, and then I had a long conversation with Nick, and then with Lucifer… and I may have let him tie me up for practice a little.”

Michael growls. “You let my brother and his lover tie you up?”

“Everyone was fully dressed, I promise,” Sam murmurs, still smiling. “But Nick was right, Lucifer is that good with ropes. He showed me how to do it… and I want to do this for you, baby.”

Michael melts, leaning down to kiss Sam. “You’re amazing, love.”

Sam chuckles, loosely wrapping his arms around Michael’s shoulders. “I know,” he replies playfully, leaning up to nip his lover’s lower lip. “We don’t have to do it right now, baby. I just wanted you to know that I’m fine with the idea. We can curl up and cuddle if you’re too tired.”

Michael is tired, but it’s not the physical kind of tired. He needs to recharge, and his mind is still buzzing with everything that happened today. He rests his forehead on Sam’s for a moment, closing his eyes. “Do it.”

“Yes, sir,” Sam teases with a low laugh, stroking his hands down Michael’s back. “Get rid of the suit, baby.”

Michael laughs, handing the coiled rope back to Sam and standing to shed his clothes. Usually, he’d hang them up or at least drape them over a chair, but the case is done, he is off work for the next few days, and Sam looks at him with hunger in his eyes as he strips, so he simply lets the garments fall in a heap before sinking back down onto the rug with Sam. “How do you want me, love?”

“Like this is fine,” Sam tells him, sitting up and crawling around to Michael’s back. “Give me your arms, baby.”

Michael complies, and sighs as Sam grasps each limb to tie him up, elbow to wrist. “Tell me your safeword,” his younger lover murmurs into his ear after, wrapping his arms around Michael from behind. Michael leans into him with a sigh.

“It’s pomegranate,” he murmurs, resting against Sam’s body and feeling himself relax for what feels like the first time in months. Sam’s arms around him, the warmth of the room and the low lights, the tight rope around his arms combine into a potent mix that already has his cock hardening between his legs.

“Thank you,” Sam kisses his neck softly, nipping at sensitive skin. “Now, let’s get you comfortable, yes?”

Michael hums agreement, following Sam’s gentle guidance when his lover helps him sink down onto his back. Then he groans as Sam spreads his legs apart and swallows his cock down in one go.

“Fuck, Sam!”

Sam rubs his hands over Michael’s thighs, setting a slow rhythm as he sucks his cock to full hardness. Michael pulls at his bonds once before settling in with a moan, arching up a little into Sam’s mouth. “Fuck, your mouth is incredible, Sam.”

Sam pulls off his cock with a pop and grins, bringing one hand up to keep stroking  him. “Thank you.” He licks up the shaft once. “Want to know a naughty little secret?”

“Oh,” Michael mewls, twisting a little, “yes, please.”

“So polite,” Sam teases gently, licking again. “Very well, baby.” He sits up and turns around, and then he sheds his boxer briefs and bends forward to let Michael see the glinting green jewel set into the bottom of the metal plug he’s wearing.

Michael groans, pulling at the rope again. “Fuck, Sam.”

“Been wearing this little gem for hours already,” Sam tells him, reaching back with one hand to lightly pull on the plug. He moans. “Put it in maybe half an hour after I got your text. I’m sooo sensitive by now.”

“Let me see,” Michael breathes. “Come on, love, play with it. I want to see.”

“Since you’re asking so nicely,” Sam gasps out, fingers tugging on the plug until it’s halfway out, spreading him open. Michael can see his lover picked one of the larger ones in their collection, and he yearns to touch, to play with it, make Sam mewl and moan and whine.

“Beautiful,” he tells his lover, straining to keep his head up and keep watching. Sam grins over his shoulder, pulling the plug out entirely and letting Michael watch as his hole twitches.

“Want to fuck me, Mike?” he teases, setting the plug aside to run a finger over the lube-glistening muscle.

“Fucking tease,” Michael groans, arching up. “I always want to fuck you, Sam.”

“True,” Sam laughs, turning back around and crawling up Michael’s prone form. He reaches past Michael and returns with a bottle of lube, flicking it open to slick up his fingers. “Which is why I planned ahead.”

Michael grits his teeth as Sam’s warm, slick fingers wrap around his cock, stroking and massaging him with all the skill Sam’s accumulated over the years they’ve been fucking. “Sam, please…”

“Hush, baby.” Sam leans up to kiss him. “Just a moment. Need to make sure you’re gonna slide in nice and easy, yes?”

“Yes,” Michael agrees with a moan, letting his head sink back down. He flexes his hands in his bonds, the restraints heightening his arousal even more. “Oh fuck…”

“Going to feel amazing inside me,” Sam breathes, crawling up further and positioning himself over Michael’s cock. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes!” Michael almost shouts the word, then whimpers as Sam sinks down onto him in one long, slow glide until he’s as deep as he can go. “Fuck!”

“Yeah,” Sam agrees breathlessly, resting his hands on Michael’s chest for balance as his hole flutters around Michael’s cock. He looks breathtaking, Michael thinks with the two brain cells that haven’t yet given up on thought: a flush on his cheeks, his lips full and bitten red from Sam’s own teeth, his impressive cock hard and leaking onto Michael’s belly. “So fucking full, Mike.”

“Move,” Michael pleads, “fuck, Sam, please move.”

Sam complies, rising slowly and then sinking back down. He moans, picking up his pace slowly until he’s riding Michael at the hard pace they both prefer. He angles his hips until he shouts and clenches, and Michael grins breathlessly.

“Found your prostate, love?”

“Uh-huh,” Sam breathes, keeps moving at that angle. “Feels fucking amazing.”

“You do,” Michael agrees with a moan as Sam clenches down on him, arching up into his lover. “Fuck, do that again.”

Sam grins, his lower lip between his teeth, and clenches down on Michael’s cock again, and Michael groans and twitches up again. “Close,” he warns his lover.

“Yeah,” Sam agrees, letting his head fall back. His nails dig lightly into Michael’s chest. “Come on, baby. Fill me up.”

Michael groans, pulling at his bonds again. He wants to grab Sam’s hips, hold him still to pound into him, or even better, flip them over and fuck his lover’s fluttering hole until they’re both a sweaty, exhausted mess, but he can’t, and it feels amazing.

“Sam…”

“Michael,” Sam mewls, lifting one hand from Michael’s chest to wrap around his own cock and stroke. “Please, Mike, fill me up, want to come with you.”

Michael moans at the image, rocking up into Sam. One thrust, two, three, and then he’s arching up and coming with a shout. He can feel Sam clench down on him, hard, and his lover painting his belly with his release.

For a long moment, they rest like that, Sam slumped forward over Michael, both of them breathing hard. Then, Sam stirs and slowly pulls himself off Michael’s cock.

“Let me free you,” he rasps, gently rolling Michael to his side. A moment later, the pressure vanishes, and Michael groans as he pulls his arms to his front. Sam helps him, and then he tugs the throw off the sofa to cover them with it, pulls him against his chest and gently massages the muscles.

Michael purrs contentment, tangling their legs. “That was great,” he finally murmurs, stroking his fingers over Sam’s arm around him.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Sam replies, just as softly. Michael smiles, and lets his eyes drift shut with a yawn.

“I love you, Sam Winchester,” he breathes, and the answering “I love you, too, Michael Milton,” warms him through and through.

[bumblingbrujo]

“Did you just hiss at me?” with Iann

@ianncardero @cassiegermaine idk Naberius is my go to when dealing with Iann drabbles for some reason?

Iann was tied up in the basement. Or at least Iann’s body was. Cassie and Miguel weren’t really sure where Iann’s consciousness was, but they hoped it was still in there somewhere. Maybe just hidden by the annoying demon who was sitting in there snapping at the people who were trying to help.

“I figured you were the person to call,” Cassie said. “Not only do you have that funky golden magic - which I found a book about by the way, I’ll give it to you later -” she ran a hand through her brown hair as if brushing the thought away for later. “But you’re his brother,” she said that with a little one shouldered shrug. She knew that Iann didn’t put much stock in the whole, biological siblings thing, she knew that very well from how he still interacted with Lilo. But Iann seemed to have a little more tolerance and affection for the youngest of the three. And if Iann trusted him, then he would want to go to Miguel for help, not some stranger at the hospital.

“Brotherhood doesn’t matter to the great Naberius!,” the voice dissolved into a laugh that sounded like a rock-slide. The sounds were coming from Iann’s mouth, but didn’t sound like him at all.

Miguel’s eyes slid from the tied up husk of his brother to Cassie, and then at Iann’s basement. He had gotten a few good looks at the basement, but it was always interesting. It was sort of like a bag of holding, if something existed, it could probably by found in a crammed drawer of Iann’s basement. It took a couple looks and pulling the contents of a few drawers out into the open, but Miguel eventually found an antiquated blood transfusion system. He groaned and made a mental note to get Iann a new one that wouldn’t give him an infection for his birthday.

“How many times have we done this?” he asked in Iann’s general direction, hoping his brother could hear the disdain and amusement in his voice. “We’re probably full blood brothers by now,” he joked, even though that wasn’t remotely how that worked.

Cassie watched from a curious but polite distance as Miguel worked, first gathering his magic, and then pumping the golden blood into the vein at Iann’s elbow. “You will never banish the great NABERIUS!!” Iann’s body convulsed and growled and made terrible noises that Miguel ignored.

“Come on Naberius, you should know by now that my tonalli is strong enough to banish you,” Miguel said it in a conversational tone. He wondered why Naberius didn’t just kill Iann once it got its hands on him. Maybe he meant to bait Miguel, but Naberius wasn’t strong enough to be particularly threatening, just annoying. And Cassie had been there to take care of things. It was funny that a werewolf was strong enough to beat Naberius in a fight, but it made sense. Wolf trumped dog.

Naberius growled and huffed and groaned until the groans started to sound more human and less dog demon. Once Miguel was sure the demon’s presence was gone, he stopped the blood and went about washing his arm. He would have to get some antibiotics for himself and Iann, plus that birthday present to keep from having to get antibiotics if this happened in the future. Which, it probably would, knowing Iann.

Iann’s head lolled to the side, and then managed to stay upright. “What happened?” he asked. Cassie smiled and then started the recap of the events that had led up to the rift that had let Naberius back into their dimension, and directly into Iann’s body. Iann nodded, looking a bit sullen. “Damn, I wish I could have talked to that no good dog breath bastard. He’s fun to yell at.”

That was the first thing that made Miguel’s ears twitch. He... Iann didn’t call demons ‘he’. Iann made a big deal to refer to demons by less than human pronouns. He glanced at Cassie and then at the ropes that bound ‘Iann’. “Hey ‘mano,” Miguel started as he crouched by the chair. “How are you feeling?”

Miguel reached out to take the needle from Iann’s arm and Iann’s body let out a visceral hiss at the touch. Definitely not a human sound. More like a jaguar.

“.... did you just hiss at me?”

Iann pursed his lips for a moment, and then he smirked, and his eyes turned a familiar golden color. The same color as when Miguel used his magic.

[xxdunc4nxx]

Total Drama Best Friends: Chapter 1

Harold woke up in his bed in his cabin. it was morning time and he is the first one to wake up. He liked to wake up early because he is an early bird. duncan  was sleeping in the bunk across from him, and Harold was thinking duncan is so cool even when he’s sleeping. He had a knife under his pillow because he used to go to juvy and in juvy sometimes people hurt other people at night. Harold went out side and said good morning to chris and chef who were both out side and they said hi too. Chris was trying to spy on the womans cabin because he is a perv, but he didnt see anything. Harold reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette from the case and smoked the cigarette.  Duncan had been teaching him how to smoke because they had become friends and all of duncan’s friends need to be cool too. They became friends when they both got called mean names by heather (because she is an idiot asshole) and so duncan told her to shut up and stop picking on Harold.

It was now 11:26am and all of the campers were awake and ready to do the challenge of the day that chris had made for them. Courtney and gwen were standing next to each other, but no one else was standing near them because they were shit and everyone hated them. Duncan and Harold were also standing together but not near courtney and gwen because they werent cool enough to hang out with them. Chris told them about the challenge and explained the rules. “Alright campers, today we have an awesome challenge about the woods. Chef hid five flags in side the woods and today it is going to be your job to find the flags. You can pair up into groups of two and good luck to all of you.” he said and he blew an airhorn that meant that he wanted the game to start and  everyone to leave and go into the woods.

All the campers left the camp sites and went into the woods all in pairs and duncan and Harold were in a pair and in the woods. Duncan climbed a tree really fast because he had strong arms and muscles. he grabbed a flag that they put on a tree and Harold asked him to look around for more flags so duncan did and saw another flag. Duncan climbed down and high fived Harold because climbing big trees was really awesome. They went and run to the next flag which was on a cliff. Harold was good at rock climbing so he climbed and climbed and then got the flag from a small hole in the cliff while duncan spotted him. if they got one more flag they would have the most flags and they would win the competition so they started looking for another flag.

They found a river with a flag on it so Harold looked around to find something to get it with. “got it!” he said as he found some vines. Duncan smiled at him and started to tie a vine to a thick and burly tree branch. just then courtney and gwen stepped out of the woods with a rope and started to try and get the flag for themselves. “OH NO!!” Harold said but he couldnt stop them because he wasnt strong and fast. Luckily duncan was and so he caught the rope and threw it into the river so that they couldnt get the flag anymore and they could. Gwen stomped her feet and they ran off into the woods to go to the elimation campfire. “You saved us duncan!” Harold said and duncan said “That’s what friends do. lets go get that flag!” and they tied the vine to duncan and he was about to get it when it began to move. “its getting away!” Harold screamed and duncan was scared too but he was tough so he didnt show it. he was closer and closer to the flag and was trying to reach out with his hand but it was really close he just couldnt quite reach and then…

[expert-de-couteau]

drabble thing

    "I'm done." Kali had lived long enough under the control of her 'boyfriend' Elijah. His constant physical and psychological harassment had done a number on her self esteem, and it was only with her 'big brother's' help that she was ready to stand up to the man.     Despite how confident she looked at that point, Kali was terrified. She knew the older male had one hell of a temper when things didn't go his way. That was why she had put this off for so long.     It was his level of calmness at her statement that should have given the first red flag.     "Yeah, I kind of expected that. You don't listen to me nearly as much as you used to, sweetheart. In fact, I'd go as far to say that you go out of your way to disobey me like a real bitch." The words felt like needles pricking into her skin. His insults always did- but really? That was how he kept his grasp on people. He made them feel so completely special to the point where one practically grew addicted to his praise, and then tore down their heightened ego until they became an obedient shell of their former self.     That was not going to happen to her. Kali wouldn't allow it.

    He left the room immedietly afterwards. They both had to attend their next lessons for the day. Maybe that was why he had stayed calm? Was it just that he had to focus on preparing for his next lesson? While it was unlikely, Kali couldn't think of any other reason that would have fueled that reaction.     The next few days went by surprisingly well. The young assassin didn't meet up with Elijah even once. She could focus on herself first before worrying about what he'd do or say.     That happiness was bound to end at some point, right?

    It was about two weeks after the breakup when Kali met with disaster. She'd just gotten back to her room after a long day of training and classes and all sorts of stressful work, and she was looking forward to just getting a good night's rest. The redhead discarded her coat and headed for the mini fridge she kept in the room. Kali really should have figured that something was off when the drinks werent placed as she had left them. Alas, she just figured she'd moved them around in a hurry earlier that day or something.     She grabbed for a bottle of water from the front of the fridge and downed the contents quickly, having not had much to drink all day. The girl let out a breath and tossed the bottle in the trash can before flopping on her bed. She hadn't been that tired, but the moment she hit the soft comforter, she felt about ten times more relaxed than she had prior.

     I better get up and grab a snack and do some homework shit before I fall asleep here, she thought to herself. She didn't try to move for about 5 minutes. With a sigh of reluctance, Kali decided to get up and....

wait a second... she couldn't make herself get up. It was like she was bound by some invisible force that refused to let her free. Kali first assumed that she had just fallen into a light sleep that left her aware of her surroundings, although... no, that just didnt seem right. This... whatever. I'm in my own room so who the hell cares what's going on if... if...

    The door creaked open, the tall blond male she recently broke up with standing in the doorway with a few things in his hands. Tape, rope, a few knives... it would appear that he was planning to kill her.     "My my... and here I thought you'd hide when you felt the drug kick in. You do remember it, right?" He cooed, his tone far more gentle than his intentions.

   That was right! Kali remembered now, just a few weeks ago-- right before the breakup-- she'd been a test subject for a drug he was working on. Clear, void of flavor. Administered though consumption of a food or drink spiked with it. Effective, only taking a few minutes to fully immobilize the victim.    Kali mentally kicked herself. As soon as she'd felt her muscles begin to relax so quickly, she should've known. Now... now she was vulnerable. Funny- hadn't she always been vulnerable when it came to him? He'd always known what to do or say to get her to obey him. That was why she cut ties.

    He didn't like that. Not at all.     Elijah closed the door behind him and locked it before placing the items he brought with him on the bed beside her. "But no... instead, you fled here- your bed- of all places. Are you hinting at something, my dear? Is there... something you want?" A low chuckle escaped the man as he grabbed for a knife he'd brought.

    No... Kali couldn't protest. Even when she felt the cold steel of the blade make gentle contact with her arm. Then when it sliced through the strap of her bra and tank top.

    Elijah seemed all too thrilled with how little she reacted. He was aware of how she was probably feeling right now, and the fact that she'd been silenced- put in her place, so to speak- made him sickly amused. "Not gonna speak to me, hm? Giving me the cold shoulder? Oh... forgive me, you can't speak right now. Can't make a sound to... to protest if my hand just slips-" He created a small incision on her upper back before discarding the knife. "I should help you get ready for bed-- now, you cant wear those clothes to bed. I guess I have to undress you.~" A laugh--deep, calm, and lustful--sounded from the man as he slipped off her top and trailed his fingers lightly down her back until he reached the hem of her jeans. Then, he tugged her jeans and panties down, leaving Kali without anything but her socks on. Elijah gave a contented sigh.

"Now what am I going to do with you first?" Elijah cooed, moving to lean on top of her and caress her breasts. He planted a few gentle kisses on the girl's neck before leaving a bite, sucking on the spot he'd bitten to leave hickey (which he made sure was in an obvious spot that would be a pain to cover up). "I think I'll take your virginity in the only place I havent yet--but first..." One of his hands moved downward to slip a finger into Kali. Then two. "I also spiked your drink with an aphrodisiac. Now you'll get to enjoy all of this as much as I do." He left a few more marks on her neck and upper back as he fingered her before getting up completely. "But I still have to punish you... so..." He grabbed something from the pile of stuff  he'd brought: a riding crop. Without much warning whatsoever, he hit her with it. Then he hit her again. And again. This continued for five whole minutes, leaving Kali with some spots even bleeding by the time it was over. Tears ran down her face and a few squeaks meant to be screams left her. "Now we can get to the good part. I'm going to turn you over, okay darling?" How his tone could sound so loving still, she didn't understand. Elijah was gentle this time as he moved her onto her back. Kali wanted to cry as her sheets were stained with her own blood from the injuries the riding crop made. She was crying, in fact. The blonde took off his shirt and tossed it aside, soon doing the same with his pants and boxers. He towered over her, jacking himself off for a moment as he observed her naked body. "I don't want to risk having to deal with child support or anything, so I'm not doing this unprotected. I thought about it, but luckily for you, I can be reasonable when the mood strikes me." He removed a condom from his discarded jeans and carefully put it on before climbing onto the bed with her. "Ah... you're so beautiful like this... it's a shame--what I'm going to do to you after all of this..." He was gentle at first as he thrust into her, but that didnt last too long. Elijah was known for being fast and rough with this sort of thing, and he could remain like this for quite a while without getting close to climax. He made sure to leave scratch marks on her chest, breasts, and stomach as he fucked her. Every single mark was a reminder that she was his no matter what she said. After fifteen minutes, he pulled out and removed the condom, breathing heavily. "Here's the really fun part. You've never done anal, Kali... and you know how painful people say it is... I almost wish you could scream right now. Ahh... that would make this even better." He grabbed her by her torso and tugged her to the edge of the bed, flipping her back onto her stomach. "S... st..." She was trying to say stop, but her ability to speak hadnt really returned yet. Just barely. Her fingers twitched as she thought about grabbing for a knife and stabbing him to death. It would be justified, after all. Justified... but impossible right now anyway. Elijah used the natural lube from Kali in order to lube up his dick before slowly penetrating the girl's asshole. While it felt remarkable to Elijah, Kali was pained so much by it that she was able to force herself to let out a small yelp--once again meant to be a scream, but it was still a sign of how much this hurt her. While he'd been gentle with starting out in the other hole, he didn't give this the same treatment. He was most certainly rough with her now. His breathing grew heavier and heavier, Kali's sounds of anguish becoming louder and louder as the drug started to wear off. When Elijah finally came inside of her ass, she full-out screamed... only to have him shove her face down into the sheets to muffle it. She was definitely struggling now, but he was stronger than her and had little trouble with holding her down. "Shhh... I need you to be good for me. We're going to sneak into the boy's dorms together... what a little slut you are, with how you're going to leave yourself exposed for all the guys there. How should I leave you tied? Hm...." This only made her struggle harder, even managing to make a break for the door before he grabbed her by the arm and tugged her back, placing a rag over her mouth. Without realizing it, she let out a gasp of surprise... ...and drifted back into a world of vulnerability. Only, this time, she had no clue what was happening to her. She was unconscious. When she would eventually wake, Kali would find herself bound, gagged, and surrounded by ‘friends’ of Elijah’s in abandoned room within the boy’s dorms. 

@thetrollzaya here so you can read it))

[endosomania]

((Here’s the first part to me and my partner Muse’s hungerplay rp! I haven’t done a hungerplay rp before so this got me really excited aaaah ; ; I would have loved if this had been drawn out even longer, with poor rupa reaching the point of desperation… But aah I guess that’s just a goal to shoot for next time <3 It was just getting so late

Rupa is mine of course. Damien, Mouse/Muse and Nota are all mouse’s characters.))

rupa walks alongside you, her hands behind her head, taking a walk through the neighborhood. It’s a pretty warm day, and sunny. We’ve been walking for a while and it’s a bit past noon - well past breakfast, and high time for more food. uv u

Nice day today, huh~?

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 10:55 PM

Yeahh, not bad… bit warm, but it’s nice after the long winter. u u Has his hands in his pockets, walking a bit behind you, sated and comfortable just spending time together.

Getting a bit hungry

’  ’

Rupa-Yesterday at 10:57 PM

Yeah, same really… u   u

she rocks on her heels. The nice heat is making her quite unaware and susceptible to negotiation~ It wouldn’t be hard to convince her to go eat wherever you want.~

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:02 PM

… i could go for a gyro

Damien makes a mean gyro with fries. -3- ever tried?

His menu is so variable its hard to try everythin

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:03 PM

Ohh, gyros, really? o   o

I’m surprised… thats not usually a bar thing…

Sure! u U u that sounds good right now~

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:05 PM

He considers it a bar-come-restaurant, haha.. he’s a real revolutionary.(edited)

Yeah.. right around the corner anyways

How convenient. rubs his nose, looking away

((Read the rest under the cut))

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:10 PM

:3 Huh, yeah! We musta been walkin a long time… Time kinda flies just wassailing with you~ uUu she turns the corner, and damien’s place is right there, big wooden sign and old wooden door, and large front windows…

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:11 PM

./w/. … Smiles dumbly at the comment, pleased. Follows you in. It’s an average business day, plenty of tables. Damien waves as you both come in, leaning over the counter and working through some receipts, tail swaying in contentment.

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:13 PM

^ o ^ Damien~ Long time no see~

A little birdie told me you have gyros on the menu…?~

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:19 PM

The dragon nods! Mmmhrm, little miss. I had a feeling you two might be by to stuff your craws today. … Too nice to be stuck indoors, care for a balcony seat?

muse glances at you. he just got that balcony… room sorted last week, he’s so proud of it.

damien smiles. It’s a nice view.

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:21 PM

Oh, sure! ://3 Expanding, I see~

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:30 PM

damien shuffles the papers up and puts them under the counter, tossing a towel over his shoulder and walking out to guide you both to the back. Nota waves to you both, squirreltail wiggling all chipper

the back is quiet and dim, sounds of festivity faint behind every other door. Clear blue skies overhead past the weird looking glass ceiling. A short way in he opens a door, which leads to a shift in aesthetic; wooden panelling walls, a short hallway leading to a stunted staircase. All clean lacquered wood.

An open doorway at the top of which leads to a balcony at the side of a brook. It’s somwhere relatively near- you’re not suddenly in Paris, you can see the familiar forest near the house on the skyline, well past the city- but its still jarring. He must have rented the space for this purpose.

a few other folks are enjoying food and drinks on the balcony, and music plays faintly from speakers installed overhead on the side of an otherwise silent building.

Parasol’d seats surrounded by cushioned beach chairs, all very mediterranean*

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:37 PM

oh my… o. o Yeah, very new…! Is this uh… In the city, or just in the outskirts…?

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:40 PM

In the city. He guides you both to a seating by the railing. The brook babbles softly below, in a little ravine leading out of a thin underbridge river into the lake. The sounds of light traffic and such nearby.

Outskirts… more or less. Just a space not used by many, so I thought I would try something new.

Thoughts? the dragon scratches his chin with a claw

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:43 PM

Prettyyy! I love it! I love the water especially~… And I’m always a sucker for forests. rubs head

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:55 PM

mouse. Yeah, I agree u vu

The kid takes a seat, streeeetchin out…

damien pads over and takes off his jacket, making him squeak as its delicately lifted off his  stretching arms and set over the back of his chair.

oh. th-thanks ./.;

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:59 PM

:3 she sits down across from you, and she can’t help but giggle when she sees damien carefully peel off your jacket. once a ward, always a ward.

July 23, 2017

MuseMouse-Today at 12:01 AM

-//- mouse rubs his head. Damien is as politelt unaffected as ever as he takes your orders; Mouse orders extra tzatziki sauce of course

Rupa-Today at 12:02 AM

rupa orders the same, of course, pattering her fingers on the edge of the table across from you. With extra fries.

MuseMouse-Today at 12:07 AM

damien. Lovely…  ah, and one more thing for your order.

snaps his claws and a length of rope pops into existence- wrapping around your wrists and under a part of the table’s edge to bind them firmly down to it. Your ankles to the legs of the chair. It’s instant and shocking.

Mm, doubly lovely. Be right back with that. He clicks his pen and saunters off. A faun couple  at a table at the other end of the balcony stifles a laugh.

Rupa-Today at 12:13 AM

Oh, yeah…? I- before she can even react, the ropes instantly grip onto her wrists and her ankles tightly and firmly, anchoring them in a flash, with expert-level knotwork. They almost audibly creak with how neatly they’re tied. …!!!

Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa…! she looks down at the rope, her eyes a little bit wider, and rather caught off guard. She tugtugs, but the rope holds very firm, not budging an inch. Hey…! What’s the big idea!?

MuseMouse-Today at 12:15 AM

ovo

Rupa-Today at 12:16 AM

> >… Mooouuusssee? What are you tryn'a pull…?

MuseMouse-Today at 12:16 AM

Mouse pours himself a water from the icy pitcher and sips

Rupa-Today at 12:17 AM

=A= Hey! Ropes! You planned something. tug tugtugtug.

MuseMouse-Today at 12:28 AM

Heh… maybe.

sips his drink, looking blankly at you like he has no idea

Rupa-Today at 12:29 AM

=  =… Youuuuu totally had this planned, didn’t you…?

What’s my offense, officer, huh? = w =;

flexes her fingers. Stuck. She rolls her head around, arms thrust awkwardly and tied to the table in front of her…

MuseMouse-Today at 12:32 AM

he giggles a bit. I know what you like, is all.

So… I thought I’d treat you to a nice meal.

u v u Yours might be a bit late, though. he shrugs, clinking the ice in his glass.

Rupa-Today at 12:33 AM

=   = Hmmm? Funny business, eh…?

she thinks. a little lost for what you want to do. ‘a bit late’? It can’t be transmogrification again… that’s too predictable, and besides, damien orchestrated that. What’s this little homonculus got planned…? She blinks, a little lost in thought.

she shakes her head. The nice, brisk walk on a balmy day… a really good way to work up an appetite. .A. She’s pretty hungry actually, she just now realizes…

MuseMouse-Today at 12:41 AM

Mouse sits back and blinks at you, seemingly admiring his handiwork (hes done nothing)

-u- Look at you, all cozy. At least the chairs are nice, right?

You could probably tip it over and try to get away but. Uhh. glances around at the patrons of Damien’s.

… whispers, leaning over that might be a bit embarrassing

eventually the gyro arrives. Just Mouse’s; a paper plate with a nice thick gyro in a bed of lettuce, the meat crisped and steaming. Thick cut russet fries, steeped in a rich tzatziki sauce with sliced cucumbers.

the smell is immaculate. Nota sets it down in front of Mouse, who just smiles a bit wider at you. Thanks, Nota dear.

nota. My pleasure! 'U’ Please enjoy your meals!

she practically bounces away.

Rupa-Today at 12:47 AM

=   = she grrrs at you, shifting her leg around. “”'cozy’“”, indeed. She’s shackled to the table! TwT

MuseMouse-Today at 12:47 AM

leans forward, over the plate, hands on his cheeks. Smells goooood…

Ah… my stomach’s rumbling…

u v u

I’d let you listen… if you werent otherwise… busy.

the gyro must be a pretty popular dish; you can see a centaur in the background currently snarfing down 3 of them.

Rupa-Today at 12:53 AM

… she sees nota come up, and gets a little glimpse of hope, finally! Maybe mouse’s ~big plan~ is to cram her full of gyro like a fancy pasty, but her hope flees just as quickly once she notices that nota is only carrying… one gyro. She sets the gyro down in front of… Just mouse, all the way at the other end of the table.

And the gyro is so lovingly overfilled with meat and sauce and slices of veggie, one of the more overfilled gyros she’s seen! There’s steam still coming off of the freshly sliced meat! Her mouth is agape a little as she gawks at it… She unconsciously is leaning forward on the table. She only realizes this when a line of her drool plips onto it. Her eyes go a little wide and she snaps her jaws shut, and makes eye contact with you. Oh. So this is what you had planned.

MuseMouse-Today at 12:54 AM

o  v  o Staring at you, deeply amused.

oh my god. youre like a hyena.

grin.

Rupa-Today at 12:55 AM

she falls back into her seat with a fwoomp. She leans over a bit, over your shoulder, and notices the centaur with a pile of SEVERAL gyro. She licks her lips and swallows dryly, looking down towards the floor of the balcony.

MuseMouse-Today at 12:55 AM

Muse carefully picks up the gyro with both hands, still not breaking eye contact with you. It’s messy and hard to handle, tzatziki dripping from it..

o vo

man… you’ve never tried one of Damien’s gyro, have you

theyre soooo good… he slices the meat at the literal perfect thickness, to the millimeter…

ah… i’m drooling thinking about it. adjusts his hands, letting his tongue poke out a bit -y-

Starvin here

Rupa-Today at 12:58 AM

her expression, as she watches you pick it up, is a very strange mixture of anger, yearning, mesmerization, and shyness. She stares at the food, and the, incredibly tasty, SHE ASSUMES, mixture of grease and sauce dribbling from out of the pita bread. Her expression reads as if she’s saying 'try it, I dare you, PLEASE’.

with a different emotion for each part of that sentence~

MuseMouse-Today at 12:59 AM

o y o Stuffs as much of it in his mouth as he can, chomping down audibly. Soft crunch, and a tear as he sinks into the pita bread, taking a biiiig bite. His cheeks bulge, and you cant miss the shock of pleasure that dulls his eyes. mmph–

chews slowly, eyes closing.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:00 AM

crispy, salty, bit rough,tzatziki mediates the texture, its unreal

Rupa-Today at 1:02 AM

!!! >////< CRUNCH. She immediately nibbles her lips when you take the bite. No! No no no no no no She shuts her eyes, shaking her head! Aaaagh…!(edited)

MuseMouse-Today at 1:02 AM

’ v’ Chews slowly, meticulously

Mmmmmmmmm.

Mm mm.

Rupa-Today at 1:06 AM

It smells like lovingly, slowly roasted meat and the identifiable umami of meat fat. And just a little bit of the crispy tzatziki sauce. Even with her eyes closed, the smell of the food is still noticeable a mile away, and the sound of you hedonistically enjoying your lunch still assails on her sensitive lil ears.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:08 AM

Mmph! He kicks his head back, eyes scrunching as he forcefully swallows. Gggllnp!! Forces it down, his breath held

>/ u /<

Your sensitive ears cant escape picking up Mouse’s thick swallow.

Rupa-Today at 1:10 AM

!!!!!!! T////T AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa her ears twitch, and her heart skips a beat, when she hears you gulp thickly. She emenates a petultant little, helpless, whiiiiiiiiine…

first bite of many. And she’s totally helpless…

MuseMouse-Today at 1:12 AM

… aaah. Hmph.

he licks his lips and smacks them obnoxiously, picking up some fries and cramming them in his mouth! Didnt realize how hungry he was, h-haha…

-/3/- nom nomph, takes another smaller bite. So good..

Rupa-Today at 1:16 AM

T///T Didn’t expect to be enduring this kind of torture todaaaayyy… Her whole body still feels that fun after-exercise tiredness, but without the after-exercise meal to cap it off. So, she just feels… energized… and tired… and… really… really hungry.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:17 AM

stuff chew chomp! Mops up some of the 'ziki with the frayed, crispy edges of the meatvegpita, and chomps in heartily. Messy.

=//=

Mmmhmhm.

Rupa-Today at 1:18 AM

she exhales and opens her eyes again, and the first thing she sees is you with your cheeks poofed full of french fries. She flinches and grumbles, cheeks hot with blush, staring down at her hands, and by proxy, her poor, empty, hollow stomach.

as if on cue, her belly, feeling very devoid of anything except a little bit of air, finally lets out a petultant, long growl…

TwT

MuseMouse-Today at 1:21 AM

he almost chokes on laughter as he hears it, covering his mouth > W <

Hnnhnhn

he swallows and pats his chest, sitting back. One bite of gyro left in his hand.

-y- ah… about stuffed… wow

… i ate a lot! Feels great…

Rupa-Today at 1:29 AM

T//A//T she can feel the empty pressure as her belly does nothing but push around what’s left of the slime and air inside of her… She slumps in her chair, flexing her feet as she watches the last couple bites of that soft pita and crispy meat disappear into you.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:30 AM

pokes the last mouthful into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. ^ 3^ mmph.

making a show of it. Which is funny to see, he’s usually a veeeery quiet polite eater. He know you’re watching. And listening.

Rupa-Today at 1:34 AM

Indeed… as torturous as it is, she’s mesmerized. The tasty food, and yearning to even try a tiny nibble of it… Not to mention just shyly watching you eat in general. God, she’s feeling such a heady mix of emotions right now…

she’s leaning over the table again. As much as her shackled wrists can let her, at least. The pita’s a lost cause, nothin’ but meat for your belly at this point. But she’s staring in nothing but desire at the fries on your plate. Anything at this point! T///T

MuseMouse-Today at 1:37 AM

u vu picks up a fry and eats it. Already full, but the fries are just… so good…

munch.

tzatziki fries… one of Mouse’s fav things. Oh he’s evil.

Rupa-Today at 1:40 AM

she staaares at your plate sulkily. Her stomach again lets out another growl…. deep and loud and rolling, from deep in her guts, as loud as thunder…

she flops her cheek onto the table, and briefly debates whether the table is edible.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:45 AM

Once he’s done eating he just sits back with his hands folded over his belly, completely satisfied.

Rupa-Today at 1:49 AM

Mmmmp…. B… .///. she’s straight-up staring at your hands folded over your gently-domed, stuffed and satiated stomach. You tucked away all of that delicious food so easily…! That huge plate of gyro… into your…. belly… @////@ Under your hands… Full… and warm…

MuseMouse-Today at 1:50 AM

u w u mmmh.(edited)

Rupa-Today at 1:53 AM

she slumps into her chair, boneless and weak. Meanwhile, her stomach feels practically concave. None of that bodily warmth you associate with a large meal. Instead, she just feels completely empty, never having even a grain of salt…

MuseMouse-Today at 1:54 AM

u vu … how you feelin? Urp.

Rupa-Today at 1:55 AM

=////= she growls. This time from her throat, not her hips.

the feeling in the warning translates to, 'how do you think?’(edited)

MuseMouse-Today at 1:59 AM

hehhh. Want me to untie you and get your food?

Rupa-Today at 2:03 AM

she hears the word 'food’, and you can see her huge bat-ears flex in the direction of the word. She picks her head up, as if she has one last little spurt of energy. ’    ’

Food?

MuseMouse-Today at 2:09 AM

hur.

u vu it should be here soon…

… here

he gets up, hand still on his belly, and walks over. Casually unties the ropes under the table, and bends down to untie your ankles

Rupa-Today at 2:13 AM

urrrrgggghhh T    T she almost accidentally slithers onto the floor, such an assault on her senses, finally released!

MuseMouse-Today at 2:16 AM

Ah ah! Mouse’s hands rest on your shoulders, holding you up. … h-haha, wow… that really did a number on you, huh? You look spent.

… shifta you so your head rests on his stomach with a 'paff’.

Rupa-Today at 2:18 AM

!!!! @/////@ aaaaaa she blushes bright when you squish her head onto that soft belly!!

MuseMouse-Today at 2:18 AM

u/ /u

Full.

hugs your head in

Rupa-Today at 2:21 AM

blrrrrrgghh flails weakly against your hands, before giving up, accepting her fate. Whines helplessly against your warm and stuffed stomach. NOT THAT SHE WOULD KNOW WHAT THAT’S LIKE, or anything……..

MuseMouse-Today at 2:25 AM

u w u

you hear a soft 'clmp’ on the table

((The rest coming sometime soon *winks but it makes a duck sound*))

[girlnamedmaui]

Feeling so confused with feeling and signals and signs and gestures and whatnot. Mistaking a hug for something more. This was my mistake way back from before, i shouldve stepped back and just loved you from afar. I should never have tried to be close with him, i knew he'd leave me hanging. And still hanging on, but not on a thread, the worst thing is this rope, is tied to my neck. I hope you try and read this from my point of view and hopefully youd see this letter as something worth your view DEAR KULET, there are some things i never want to forget, but i have to. just so that i wont Keep repeating the same stupid mistake all over again, of crying over something so pathetic. i still remember our conversations, especially the ones when we really got to know each other. those late night calls, the times you asked me to sing to you. i miss those. but i dont want to. i dont really know if im inlove with you or just inlove with the feeling, i cant really put my finger on it. i dont know what to say to you when i randomly see you in the street somewhere. i dont know what to expect of what would i feel when i see your face . when i see that same smile i just kept on staring because i couldnt look you in the eyes. that smile that made me smile too because you looked so goofy. that smile id always wanna see everyday. but its also the same smile thats hurting me, that made me cry my eyes out before. that same smile that broke my heart. i sound so stupid about feeling heartbroken over a guy i only got to know for a few days but damn, for those few days those werent the daily kind of topics of getting to know a person, not the boring kind. those conversations we had were deep, deep enough i gave stupid meanings for it even though it meant nothing to you. i bought you a gift because of three things: 1. you asked for pasalubong 2. it was also a belated birthday and a recognition present and 3. it was supposed to be a goodbye present i wanted to attach a note to it saying "goodbye" and i hoped so much that youd understand how i feel because you know i dont like goodbyes, even when we text or talk personally i dont like goodbyes. i hoped that youd somehow just find out for yourself. but i figured that thats too sad for a recognition present so i didnt attach anything to it, just going to give it to you like its nothing. did you know, that i cried? i actually couldnt sleep one night, actually it was in the early morning around 3 am, i was thinking about you and how i missed you and how stupid i was to feel sht for you. i cried not because you didnt love me back, but because here i am again, falling weak on my knees again for some guy i know who wouldnt even appreciate my existence. i cried so hard i couldnt stop. and i woke up with puffy eyes and a stuffed nose. i looked so broken, like a damaged toy no one ever wanted back. like i meant nothing to nobody. i felt like i had no value just because you didnt. i still remember the first time we met, you joked around scared me and then hugged me while walking back to the bleachers, damn why do you make me feel like this? i hate it. i hate myself for not getting over you, i hate myself for falling for you when i knew in the first place you had no plan of catching me. have you noticed all the hate and anger ive been putting it all on myself? its because damn, i can suddenly tell myself i love you and i can never hate someone i love. i can never have the guts to say to you how youre so insensitive about how i feel how big headed you are acting like an ass playing around with feelings. i cant because i love you. UGH how can i say that i love you? i dont know either. love has no explanation i guess, when you feel it, you just do. and NO its not lust. i cant get over you seriously.i want to so bad but it hurts me just thinking about it. i dont know what to expect from you anymore. its so clear, like as if you rubbed it in my face that "NO, I WONT LOVE YOU BACK BECAUSE I DONT ROLL THAT WAY" i dont know what to expect from my blocked messages' inbox anymore, would i be waiting for your text to appear there? or nah? goodbye, such an easy thing to hear, an easy word to write or type, but its never easy for me to say especially to someone special to me because, its as if we wont talk to each other ever again, or we wont see each other again and i dont want that. i still wanna see you of course i do. i always do. but now that i feel all so down, i dont know if i wanna see you or dont anymore. everything is so mixed up, messed up and so much more. Oh romeo whom i loved once before, take note my feelings ive felt for you will remain forevermore. Although i will never repeat my mistakes as i did, just know that you were once loved by someone who waited a year and a half just to see you go away and tell me you never felt it.