#why can't she wear sexy clothes and be smart

[480pfootage]

nurse ann did NOT get her medical degree to be called a bimbo

[cherryswisherz]

neva end

toxic!paige x fem!reader

warnings: smut, dom paige, overstimulation lowkey, choking, paige manipulative as hell, they both nasty as shit

"ou boy you make me so mad, but i just come right back, it's like i can't get over you."

neva end (future ft. kelly rowland, 2012)

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this is not why i came here. i came to end this... whatever this is. i came here to return her ipad and go about my business.

and now, here i am, ipad in hand, her front pressed to my back, her hands braced on the desk in front of me.

"y/n?"

her fucking. voice. soft and deep in my ear.

i didn't say a fucking word. i didn't move an inch. i only stood there as paige's hands moved away from the desk, now tracing her fingertips down the front of my thighs.

"you can leave." she reminded me, running her hands along the hem of my leggings that i for sure no longer found necessary.

did paige give me full range to leave? yes. am i going to? fuck. no.

i nodded, my eyes still closed, "i know."

"so we both understand what's about to happen."

"i mean there's no alot to misunderstand in this situation.." i trailed off. who would i be without my smart ass mouth?"

paige only hummed in amusement but nothing was funny right now. not with her body pushed even closer against mine. not with her fucking hands slowly pushing my skirt up.

her actions were all slow and calculated as she pushed the material to pool at my waist, exposing the poor excuse for underwear i have on.

i blinked my eyes open and looked down, noticing paiges hand sliding around over my hand that held her ipad. which she slid out of my hand in a matter of seconds.

i silently gasped when sh grapped both my hands and pulled them behind my back and bent me over the fucking desk.

my body burned as the ache between my legs grew damn near impossible to handle. especially when paige drew my feet apart with one of hers.

"if you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask." she said, her voice was almost unrecognizable, all rasp and something else i couldn't describe.

as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh, i knew she had the upper hand, which just couldn't stand. "i don't." and we both knew it was a bold faced lie, given that she quite literally had me bent over a desk. but i still couldn't let her think she won. she wins everything. she doesn't get to win this.

"oh?" she questioned, running her hands over my damp underwear. "this is for someone else? because we're the only ones here mama."

i drew in a deep breath, feeling that ache between my legs grow as she moved her fingers back and forth over my clothed pussy.

"literally anyone else. " i forced.

paige only hummed, painfully fucking slowly, sliding my panties to the side and exposing me to her. then she bent over so her lips were a centimeter from my ear and said "tell me it's for me, and i'll treat it like it's mine."

bro.

in that moment i was supposed to be thinking a bout every tear i had shed because of her. every time she made me wear someone elses jersey because she didn't want people to think we were together. i was supposed to be thinking about literally anything other than her fingers inside of me.

in that moment where i was supposed to be fed the fuck up. where i was supposed to be done with the toxicity of our situationship, she had to say some dumbass, stupid ass, sexy ass bullshit like that.

i was supposed to win this time.

but fuck a W.

i want an orgasm.

"it's for you." i mumbled, hating the fact that i was boosting her ever-so-large ego.

paige didnt move. "i didnt her you baby." she said, obviously trying to prove a point.

its always about points with her ass.

"it's for you." i said a little louder this time.

i felt her hand cup my pussy, applying as little pressure as possible. "who?" she asked?

she must be one of them deaf hoes.

"you paige da-" i was cut of my my own gasp when her fingers began to rub my clit in circles. it was enough for me to raise my head a little bit before she gripped the back of my neck putting be back where i was.

"how do you want it mama?" she asked, slowing down the pace of her fingers.

"yknow how i want it p." i moaned softly, trying to remember that she hadn't even really started yet and i was acting like this.

all she said was "i do." and that put a little fear in my chest because paige never shuts the fuck up.

but that fear quickly dissipated as she slid a slender finger in me, forcing a louder moan to tumble out of my lips.

"why you wanna leave me?" she asked, hand still moving slowly, sliding in and out of me as she angled almost perfectly into my spot.

"because you treat me like shit." i bit out, deciding that honesty was probably the best policy in this situation. but then she slid a second finger into me, pissing me off, because i was trying to be mad at her. "god. i fucking hate you." i cried into the desk.

she only curled her fingers perfectly into me, making a tremor run through me. "say it like you mean it." she said, releasing my neck and gripping my hips all to deepen her strokes.

and deepen them she did. with each stroke, she guided my hips deeper and rougher onto her fingers.

i was gripping the desk under me as curse words and some more shit fell from my mouth, practically vibrating as she hit that spot over and over again.

"you're dripping." paige said almost matter-of-factly. fucking me even rougher as she stopped the movement of my hips all together and just held them still, forcing me to take everything she was giving me.

and i knew she was right. i could feel the wetness she always caused, allpwing her fingers to move in and out of me with ease.

"fuck" i forced out, trying to take deep breaths as i tightened around her.

"you still leaving me ma?" she asked moving the hand on my hip to my clit, rubbing circle that maxed the speed of her fingers.

her voice was so annoyingly sexy but i couldn't fight the shivers it sent down my spine.

"answer me or you don't cum." she ordered, slowing her pace slightly.

"paige-" i cried out, begging her to let me have this one thing.

she only pinch my clit, which made me jolt forward. "FUCK!" i screamed. "no. no i'm not leaving you. never p, i wont ever- fuck!" i cried as she sped up her pace faster than before and the knot in my stomach unraveled and all i could feel was bliss.

my eyes rolled shut and my jaw dropped as she moved her hand to the front of my throat, pulling me so my back was to her chest, fucking me with her fingers in way that can only be described as villanous.

paige wouldn't stop. she kept going as i trembled against her whispering in my ear.

"you thought you were boutta leave me? huh? you thought i was gonna just give you up?" she asked pulling her fingers out of me, sliding them between my parted lips.

"you taste that baby?" she slid her fingers against my tongue making me moan at the taste of myself. "you wanted to take that away from me?"

she removed her fingers from my mouth and moved them to my clit this time, rubbing fast circles.

"sh-shit! paige wai-" i fell back against the desk reaching back to push her way.

"nah you wanna leave people and shit." she practically growled, gripping my arm so i couldnt push her. "take it." and she continued until i came again, leaving me as nothing but a pile of skin and bones on this godforsaken desk.

and as i tried to come back down to planet earth, all she did was put my panties and skirt back in place and pat my ass.

"i don't even know you tried me like that."

this. bitch.

niyah speaks i wrote this listening to one direction

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[murdrdocs]

OMG YAYAYAYYAYA anyway.

above ryan being sexy and funny and smart (he goes to an ivy after all) he’s just POSSESIVE

he likes marking his s/o up and making sure people know that they’re taken. he likes buying them clothes in his school colors and he takes pride in seeing them walk around in all of it

not to mention he’s definitely good in bed but that’s for another time

this is so the vibes of this piece by @/cozymaples and ur both so right

he has what's his, and it's his for a reason. why would he even dream of sharing? he doesn't want to share, you don't want to be shared, but other people can't seem to get the memo. and ryan can't be around all the time to make sure everyone else knows that you're taken so he does what he can.

he buys you harvard sweatshirts that he graciously drenches in his overpriced cologne, knowing that when someone asks if you go there, you'll tell them that he does instead. he adores seeing you wear the crimson merch around town, but even more he likes seeing you wear them with nothing else on. he gifts you a charm bracelet for christmas one year, one that he knows people will compliment so each time you're able to say your boyfriend bought it for you. and because he knows sometimes this won't suffice, he keeps you marked up, despite your complaints that it's embarrassing when you're having lunch with your mother and she squints at your bruised neck.

but he's not having it, big hands on your hips as you stand in front of him. "c'mon, babe. you know what time it is," he always tells you with a small smile, head lolled back at he stares up at you with big brown eyes. you'll pout, try to dissuade him once more hoping that this time he'll listen. which, he doesn't, and you end up with ryan's lips abusing the previously healed and unmarked skin of your jugular until you're left with marks that'll definitely bruise. and he always sits back with a pleased expression, swollen lips curled up into a proud smile before he spreads your legs and situates himself between them to give you your prize for behaving so obediently.

[pinkurbanfictionhaven]

1- FUCK ME AT FASHION WEEK

The sound of metal hangers scraping rapidly across dozens of clothing racks full of high-priced designer clothing filled up the large NYC penthouse.

The clothing was delivered a few hours prior and had yet to be stored inside Nicki's three-floor closet, so the racks sat in the center of her living room instead.

Nicki groaned annoyedly as she searched maniacally for the white ensemble and matching fur jacket that she requested for her new wardrobe assistant, Trina to pack into her wardrobe for New York City Fashion Week.

"I swear I can not believe this shit! I am scheduled to be at the Tom Ford show in less than a fucking hour and I'm still here struggling to put an outfit together because my assistant can't follow simple instructions and do her damn job!" She ranted, storming into her bedroom to put on her jewelry.

"You know you can just wear something else right? It is the girl's first week doing this job so I am sure that it was an honest rookie mistake, Cookie." Her friend Thembi defends the young assistant.

Nicki eyeballs her, watching her lay lazily across her California King Bed, fully dressed down for the gods in the latest couture while stuffing handfuls of Smart Popcorn into her mouth.

Thembi 👆🏾

Her new stylist, Maher Jridi handpicked the perfect designer outfits for her to slay fashion week, and she felt stressed that everything wasn't in order since she is a bit of a perfectionist.

"Why don't you help me put an outfit together since you know so fucking much!" Nicki rants, tossing her ankle-length weave to the side to clasp her diamond-encrusted necklace around her neck.

Thembi sits upright in Nicki's lavish bed, analyzing her best friend that she has known for years as she shuffled around the gigantic bedroom, complaining about everything under the sun.

Nicki stops near her light-up makeup vanity to spritz some sweet-smelling perfume onto her chest, wrists, and neck.

Staring down at the perfume bottle, she realized that she picked up his favorite perfume scent on her out of habit, it frustrated the hell out of her, causing her to suck her teeth and put the bottle down.

Nicki hated to admit it, but her subconscious mind was on him.

Nicki has been moody and bitchy since they touched down in New York a few days ago, Thembi and all of Nicki's entourage and beauty team couldn't help but notice the change in her.

"What about this red dress, Cookie?" Thembi climbs down from the bed and approaches the various racks of clothing, pulling the dress from a rack after eyeing it from across the room.

This is cute! Right, Cookie?" Thembi holds up a cute short studded dress to show Nicki. "Pair it with some sexy ass thigh highs and you're all set." She runs her hand over the fabric.

Nicki peeks her head out of the bathroom door and cringes at the sight of the dress.

"No! that's basic! Are you trying to turn me into one of these basic bitches?"

Nicki frowned her face in the mirror as she adjusted her glued mink lashes and primped.

"I have to look perfect and sexy, the paparazzi will be there and you know they live for dragging people for their attire. It's bad enough that my name is all up in the news for this Remy bullshit."

Her friend walks into the bathroom, standing beside Nicki as she brushes her long tresses, she stares into the mirrored reflection at her, watching closely with her tongue stuck inside of her cheek.

After a brief moment of thinking, she grins to herself when she comes to the revelation of what is going on with her temperamental friend.

"I just had an epiphany..." Thembi utters knowingly.

Nicki turns her head and looks at her. "I swear if you say I need to go to Tiffany's I'm straight backhanding you back to Queens!" She smiles adorably, lightening up a bit.

"No, crazy! I just figured out why you've been giving everybody a stink-ass attitude all week long and why you've been screening all of your cell calls, throwing tantrums, and spending just a little too much time in the shower with the removable shower head! You, my friend, need some dick!" Thembi exclaimed.

Nicki's neck quickly snapped in Thembi's direction and she gave her a hostile expression, side-eyeing her.

Nicki couldn't help but become a bit offended by her comments, she just threw major shade. Even though it was true tea, she didn't appreciate her friend being so blunt about it.

In reality, it had been a treacherous three weeks since Nicki got the release that she so desperately desired, she was on a sex strike after a heated argument with the guy that she regularly scheduled her freaky dick appointments with and she had way too much pride to crack first.

He and she had a hostile relationship, they argued and bickered whenever they were in the same room and vowed that they hated each other with a burning passion, but a year ago after a drunken night, one of their heated arguments led to them hate fucking on the private balcony of his hotel room and it's been a fuck fest ever since.

They still hate each other, but the sex between them is so fucking explosive and addicting that they can't control themselves.

So here they are, two enemies stuck between hating each other and fucking each other. The turmoil was real.

"Please, not everyone is overly dick obsessed like you ok? I am living my best life over here!" Nicki retorts, slamming her bedazzled brush down on the counter.

Thembi gives her a knowing look, twisting her lips to the side, putting her hand on her hip, and narrowing her eyes.

Nicki kisses her teeth and lets out a loud frustrated shriek, throwing her head backward in anguish and whining.

"Fine, bitch! Fine! Is it that obvious?! Fuck! I've been dickless for three whole weeks and I feel like ripping all of my hair out! You happy?" Nicki rants, throwing yet another tantrum.

Thembi just stares at her in amusement before they both burst into a fit of laughter.

"Bitch, I knew that something had to be up when you were aggressively humping that big unicorn floaty in Gucci's music video last weekend!" Thembi exclaims.

"You know I ain't got no man, sis! Stop playing these games!" Nicki whines.

"Well, what about this mystery guy that you've been fucking on the low and refuse to tell me or our other girls about?" Thembi questions.

"Nicki!" They suddenly hear, Maher calling from the front of the penthouse.

Nicki smiles cheekily in triumph since he just saved her from the awkward conversation.

"Hehe! Nice try, sis!" She says, and playfully sticks her tongue out at her friend before speed walking out of the bathroom.

Thankfully, Maher found an eye-catching last-minute outfit for her and quickly assisted her with putting it on.

It was already bedazzled so the added jewelry was no longer needed.

They all left the penthouse suite fifteen minutes later and arrived at the runway show fashionably late, just before the show began.

Nicki took her seat front row with her entourage of eight, crossing her legs and handing her Gucci purse off to her assistant.

The show began after a small speech from Tom Ford, she watched the slender male and female models as they strutted and sashayed up and down the catwalk in all of the latest designs while the cameras flashed.

Amid the chaos of the show, she felt eyes on her which caused her to scan around the crowded room.

When their eyes finally locked, her breathing became slightly uneven. The look that he gave her caused her legs to clench and her lips to tremble.

There he and his crew were, seated across from her on the other side of the stage.

Nicki wasn't expecting him to be in New York, let alone at fashion week since he wasn't listed as one of the show's performers and the fashion shows weren't usually his thing, he found them boring.

Damn it, he looked fucking edible, he was clean-cut and dressed down in a denim jean jacket and basic attire, but he still had a way of making the simplest of outfits look so sexy and his own.

Nicki could feel herself getting wet from the sight of him alone, the minute she saw the lecherous gleam in his eyes, her pussy started throbbing like rapid a heartbeat.

He blatantly disregarded the models on the runway and continued sensually glancing across the room at her, bluntly eyeing her entire body and biting his lip.

Thankfully, he had on dark designer sunglasses, so it wasn't noticeable to the random people surrounding them, but Nicki peeped it.

He ran his hand over his freshly groomed facial hair and subtly head-motioned for her to get up and meet him in the bathroom.

Nicki subtly shook her head no causing him to frown and glare at her. He never liked when she disobeyed him.

Nicki watched closely as his hand slid from his knee up to his thighs and he grabbed his bulge, letting her know exactly what would be waiting for her if she got up and went to the bathroom.

"Fuck, why the hell is he doing this right now. People could be watching him." She mumbles to herself and shifts in her seat uncomfortably, biting down on her lip.

Nicki decided to finally break the intense eye contact with him and focus on the show once again, she was only getting herself worked up by watching him and his teasing and she knew that eventually, someone in the crowd would catch on.

Every so often during the two-hour show, she would subtly glance over at him to see that his hungry eyes were still focused directly on her, it was very obvious that the outfit she had on was to blame for his sexual behavior.

When the fashion show finally ended, Nicki chatted with the designer and took photographs with celebs, models, and some of the people that she knew from the industry.

Her eyes scanned the entire room multiple times for Abel, but he seemed to have disappeared right after the end of the show. Nicki hoped he was headed for her penthouse.

In the meantime, Nicki decided to mingle with all of the other guests for a while to give him time to make it across town to her place and hopefully be laying in her bed hard and ready for her when she gets there.

It was hard to put on a fake smile and front when in reality she was anxious to get back to her place to get the life fucked out of her, but she did it.

"Nicki!" Tom called her from across the room before approaching her and taking both of her hands in his.

"Tommy! Thank you for inviting me tonight sweetie! I had such a wonderful time." She pecks both of his cheeks sweetly while giving him a big dimpled smile.

"Will you be coming to the after-party?" Tom asks as they begin to walk hand in hand towards the private exit of the venue.

"I don't think I'll be able to make it, I'm kind of tired and jet-lagged." She lies.

"Oh, nonsense! You simply must come, when you see the gift bags that I am giving away you'll be glad that you did. Come on! You can ride over in my limo with me!" Tom began to drag Nicki along by her arm, not taking no for an answer.

Nicki kept a very calm exterior, but on the inside, she was screaming and crying.

Tom didn't understand the urgency of this particular dick appointment, it was crucial!

The next hour was spent at the party, surrounded by boujee fucking partygoers and engaging in pointless conversation with people that she didn't give a damn about.

Nicki sipped slowly on her bubbling champagne as she maneuvered through the crowded party in search of someone in her entourage to drive her back home, she already knew that Abel would eventually become restless.

Nicki spent another twenty-five minutes searching around before she finally decided to call a car service to pick her up.

"Damn, no reception." She sets her glass down on a nearby table and wanders away to a secluded area of the party to get away from the loud, pulsing, blaring music.

Nicki stops near the entryway and she is so focused on her phone that she doesn't notice that the closet door behind her is opening.

A hand suddenly clasps over Nicki's mouth, muffling her scream, and she feels someone's arm grip her small waist, pulling her into the closet.

Nicki begins to shriek, tussle, and freak out until the dimly lit closet light flickers on and she comes face to face with Abel.

Her small balled-up fists began pounding against his chest in frustration and she screeched.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole?! You almost scared me half to death!" She places her hand against her rapidly heaving chest, attempting to calm down her racing heart.

Abel quickly cups his hand over her mouth, pressing her back against the door and reaching down to lock it.

"Would you shut up before we get caught together in here!" Abel gripes, staring down into her brown eyes.

"Well, you can't be popping out of fucking closets like a serial killer!" She retorts, slapping his hands away.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He whispers. "You have been ducking me for weeks. I have been calling and texting you like crazy!"

"I told your nappy-headed ass to leave me alone, you were on punishment and you still are." She rolls her neck and turns to leave the closet, but he pushes her back.

"Fuck out of here... You've kept that pussy away from me for weeks and I'm done with your bullshit aight? I'm not leaving New York without sliding deep inside of you so might as well dead all that fucking attitude and open your fucking legs." He whispers assertively into her ear.

Nicki opens her mouth slightly to speak, but he cuts her off by wrapping his hand around her fragile neck and giving it a slight squeeze; which caused the flood between her legs to worsen.

"Shut up and listen." He demands. "Do you have any idea how badly I have been craving your spoiled ass? You have me catching flights for some pussy like I'm one of these regular niggas out here!" He argues with her which was one of his favorite things to do since it always led to mind-blowing sex.

Nicki gave him an adorable dimpled grin, feeling his grip tighten around her neck, she felt accomplished and powerful knowing her pussy was so good that it had him hopping on private jets just to get a sample of it.

Nicki shrugs playfully. "Sounds personal, but it's not my problem. You could have found some pussy back in Toronto."

"Don't pull all that cute shit with me, Nicki. I already know that you missed this dick being inside of you. I can look into your eyes and see how badly you want me right now." He says cockily, causing Nicki to roll her eyes.

I bet that little pussy is dripping for me like a fucking faucet..." He whispers, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Nicki furrowed her eyebrows, she hated his cocky ass with a burning passion.

"Nigga-"

"Just shut the fuck up, we don't have much time." He whispers huskily, cutting her off.

He pulls her forward by her neck and crashes his lips against hers.

They begin to kiss fervidly, tongue-kissing each other roughly and fighting for dominance. Abel regains full control when he takes her tongue into his mouth and sucks it.

Nicki attempts to gain control by reaching up to grab his hair, but Abel grabs a firm hold of her wrists and forcibly pins them up above her head, causing her to whine out in frustration.

"You ain't running shit today, Peaches..." Abel grunts against her succulently soft lips, calling her the name that he gave because he said that her pussy juices are delicious and sweet and of course that peach-shaped ass of hers.

"We can't do it in here, someone will hear us." Nicki pants against his lips.

"Let me just taste it then.." He grunts back, biting her bottom lip, pulling it before trailing rough kisses down her neck to her chest.

Nicki shutters and bites her lip gently when she feels his hands running down her curves.

They slide over her hips and he grips her ass, his lips connect with her left breast and he swirls his tongue over it.

"This closet is too small for all of that..." she whines, feeling her skin heat up from his rough touching and kisses.

"I'll be fast, mama. I just really need to feel you right now." He whispers.

Abel's hands begin to fumble with Nicki's dress as he desperately tries to find a way to get it off of her.

The cage metal design of it makes it difficult, causing Abel to groan in frustration.

"Take this shit off now before I rip it off of you..." He grits.

Nicki snickers at his frustration before finding a way to slip the dress off.

It drapes to the floor, leaving her in a bedazzled bra and leather bottoms.

Abel eagerly begins to tear her shorts from her body, almost ripping them as his long tongue swirls circles around her exposed cleavage.

He roughly kisses and bites down her body until he reaches her belly button, he swirls his tongue around it before licking lower until he is staring at her pussy that is teasingly visible through her see-through pink thong.

Nicki looks down at him, breathing deeply and eager to feel his tongue. He just stares at it fixedly which is causing her to drip even more.

Nicki whimpers softly and slaps the side of his head to get his attention.

"Eat it, Nigga!" She demands, attempting to pull his face between her legs.

He instantly bites down on her inner thigh, making her squeak and hit him again.

"Keep playing and I'll walk out of here and leave you dripping..." He warns.

Before Nicki can come up with a clever comeback, he forces her thighs further apart, sliding his tongue up her slit.

"You petty ass motherfucker." She hisses, feeling her body tingling for more.

He snickers sinisterly and begins to suck on her clit through the thin fabric of her thong while staring up into her eyes.

"Your panties are already soaked, you were thinking about me huh, ma?" He whispers, moving them over to the side so he can taste more of her.

"Grind that pussy against my tongue, ma." He urges, firmly gripping her thighs while his tongue flips and slurps.

He tortures her clit and slips his fingers into her wet entrance which catches her off guard and causes her to scream out just a little too loudly. He punishes her by forcing his fingers deeper.

"Shut up and take this shit, you can take it can't you, baby?" He teases.

The sound of him sucking drives her insane, she was so fucking turned on that she slipped her breasts out of her bra and started kneading and licking her breasts which drove Abel crazy.

Nicki curses repeatedly under her breath and throws her head back in total ecstasy when he starts to suck harder just like she likes it, making her clit harden in his mouth, as his fingers relentlessly probed in and out of her.

Heat rushes throughout her body and in between her thighs.

Nicki's pussy was succulent, Abel could eat it all day if she'd allow it, his favorite place was in between her legs and he knew that his tongue game was the best that she'd ever had.

Her thighs tremble and her toes begin to curl inside of her boots when he begins to devour her as if she is the only form of nourishment that he would ever possess.

Nicki was a moaning mess, inching closer and closer to her release as her hips grind desperately and her breath hitched.

When Nicki is mere seconds away from exploding all over his face, Abel suddenly stops and stands with his face and beard coated in her wetness.

"What the fuck!" Nicki gripes, heaving slightly as her stomach twists in knots from her neared release that he ruined.

Nicki made an impassioned plea for him to continue pleasing her, but Abel had other plans, his desperate need for release made him uncaring. He had to fuck her.

Abel wasn't even trying to hear her whining, his only focus was filling her up with his cum.

He fumbled around with his belt until his erect dick was freed and pulsing hard in his hand.

Nicki was about to curse him out but he shut her up when he wordlessly pushed her back against the door, thrusting deep inside of her with one harsh movement.

All Nicki could do was gasp and hold onto him tight, closing her eyes and whimpering at the fullness that she felt with him inside of her.

"That shut you right the fuck up huh, baby girl?" He teases, proceeding to thrust his hips and give her the deep long strokes that she had been craving for three weeks.

He gripped her thigh, lifting one so that he could dig deeper while his other hand wrapped around her neck dominantly.

"Look at me, baby..." He demanded, leaning forward to kiss her lips deeply.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and he made intense eye contact with her, watching her mouth gape when he slid balls deep and her eyes water when he hit the right spot.

He loved watching her unravel before him, watching her body submit every time he slides inside of her and pushed her past her limits.

Nicki didn't have to utter a word, her expression said it all. Her eyes squinted and her moans filled his ears as she thrusts against him and cursed under her breath.

Abel was over all the slow shit after a while, he and Nicki never had the time to fuck slow, their sex was always rough and fast.

He released his firm grip on her neck and lifted her other thigh up, taking full control of her body.

Fear took over Nick's expression, she knew what was coming from the look in his eye, she tried to keep a tough expression although she knew her pussy was about to be torn apart.

"You better not drop me down on this floor, nigga." She sassed, trying to mask her fear and excitement.

Abel's brow remained furrowed, he didn't give a fuck about her smart-ass comments because he knew she would soon be rendered speechless.

He began to pound into her core roughly, giving her short and fast strokes that caused her pussy to throb in pleasured pain.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed, no longer caring if anyone heard her.

He kissed the side of her face, lifting her and making her bounce on his dick. "Take this shit, take this dick baby." He grunted.

"Fuck, baby! That hurts so fucking good!" She moans and digs her nails into the back of his neck, gripping him tightly.

He became even more aggressive and began fucking her like he hated her, showing no mercy on her sore pussy.

Abel's pace increased and sweat beads formed on his forehead, he shut his eyes tightly and moaned when she began to tighten up on him. He made her bounce harder although he could feel her attempting to push him out.

"Fuck, wait, Abel..." she whimpers, trembling a bit in his arms.

"Nah, I'm not stopping until you cum on this dick so you better take this shit, ma." He grunts against her neck.

"I can't take it!" She whimpered. "Fuck, please slow down, Daddy!" Abel smiled and shook his head no.

"The next time that you decide to be petty and keep this pussy away from me for three weeks, I'm going to destroy your fucking walls... do you hear me?" He breathes.

Nicki started to cry softly against his shoulder, it felt so good that she couldn't hold back the tears and she knew he would never let her hear the end of it when it was said and done.

"Stop holding it, you are not about to make me cum first so just cum for me," Abel whispers into her ear which made her whine in frustration.

It was a competition between the two, they kept a record of who made who cum first and Nicki had yet to succeed in making Abel cum before her.

Not being able to take any more punishment, Nicki starts to release all over Abel's dick while screaming into the nape of his neck.

"Good girl." He praises her, slowing down his strokes to help her through her orgasm.

The slow strokes make her cum again which causes him to chuckle, she is so mad and embarrassed that all she can do is nuzzle against his shoulder like a big baby and moan.

Her body trembled once again when he finally filled her up with his warm cum, moaning and grunting in her ear as he releases.

They both remained there silent and panting for just a few minutes to gather themselves.

Nicki's pussy felt numb when he finally put her down on the floor and pulled out.

They wordlessly redressed and Nicki quickly exited out of the closet once the coast was clear.

Glancing over her shoulder, she notices Abel leaning against the wall, texting.

He glances up at her from under his lashes and just smirks.

"When I get to your crib tonight you better be naked and waiting for me, I'm not done with you." He says.

Nicki smiles slightly, displaying one of her dimples before rolling her eyes.

"I'll think about it." She yanks down her dress before walking away with a satisfied smile on her face.

[deadbydangit]

I'm sorry this is a funny idea in my head but I understand if its stupid or something lmao 😭❤

Characters with an S/o who's like notoriously down bad for them. Like so down bad they aren't afraid to show it, even before they started to date. So down bad that they will swoon if character compliments them in anyway. S/o is just a down bad simp basically

This with Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Leon, Jake, and Huntress? I'm so sorry I just thought it was funny 😭👍

Alright. I think I can work with it. I'm going to switch it where the Reader isn't dating them yet.

With a Reader who is down for them.

Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Leon, Jake, Huntress

Ghostface

He sees the way you look at him.

Of course you're down bad for him.

Like, he's the great Ghostface.

Danny has an ego to match a prince.

Yeah, he's sexy and he knows it.

He's going to show off for you.

But that won't be subtle either.

A lot of flexing.

Teasing by almost taking his mask off.

Leaning in really close to you before moving away really suddenly.

Oh no! His shirt accidentally ripped.

He'd be lying if he didn't find you cute too.

So some of this is actually flirting.

Cause TBH you're really cute.

Maybe throw a few signs his way.

Eventually everyone will find all the flirting so unbelievably unbearable that they'll shove you two in a room together.

Just fuck and get it over with!

You two make a really cute couple.

Pyramid Head

What is flirting?

Why are you so close?

You're wearing less clothing.

Danny is going to have to fill him in.

Oh! That's what flirting is.

Okay!

Until some of the more mature killers step in and show him more appropriate methods.

Don't listen to Danny please.

You can't just grab someone and lick them.

He's kind of into you too.

He'll start showing off his muscles.

Raise his sword a bit higher.

Check him out.

With no face and no voice, he has little to work with.

But he's going to find his ways.

He's going to need some help from the others.

He's well like in the killer circle.

Sally will approach you and directly tell you.

You probably had an idea.

But this will solidify it.

He'll take hold of your hand one day.

Just hold it.

It's really quite romantic.

Leon S Kennedy

He is clueless.

Like, really clueless.

Oh, they want to stand close?

Must mean they want to work together.

More revealing outfit?

They must be hot.

Subtlety touching his arm?

Must want to protect him.

Dense boy.

He's used to girls and guys alike fawning over him.

But to him, it's just them being grateful he saved them.

You might need to up your game.

Start telling him you like how he looks.

"Thanks, you look nice too."

Jill is going to have to literally smack that boy into realizing you've been flirting.

Oh, okay. Yeah, he can see it now.

He'll try to flirt back, but it's so painful to watch.

Jill is just going to shove you two together.

"Just kiss already!"

Jake Park

He's a smart guy.

But he's also super awkward.

Like yeah, you can flirt with him.

But he'll act like it's nothing.

He's actually freaking out because you're totally his type.

Maybe he'll get you a present.

But there's nothing to give...

A stick?

Yeah.

He'll give you a stick.

Really mixed messages.

It is really painful to watch the two of you.

So painful that even Dwight can't take it.

This needs to stop.

Jane is probably going to be the one to initiate your meeting with Jake.

"You like him, they like you. Now stop dancing around."

She'll lock the door and strand you two in there.

Ah well, you'll have more time to get to know him.

Huntress

Hmm? Flirting?

What's that?

Some sort of battle tactic?

Oh she is oblivious.

Just um... Maybe start with something obvious.

Wave to her and smile.

Then maybe hold her hand.

Then a hug.

Then work up to a kiss.

She will take any flirting attempt as either a challenge or someone doing something insane.

It's easier to just go up and say it.

And he does like you.

She just doesn't have a word for it.

Just give her some time.

She'll probably figure it out.

[the-mellow-drama]

ANOTHER DRABBLE

My WIP Remain Anonymous uploads every other Monday. Come hang with me on Twitter or on Tumblr cuz I post more there :)

Hermione hadn't told Draco said in so many words that they would be Harley Quinn and The Joker for Halloween. She simply played the movie and hoped he took the hint. But before she could even play the movie, he asked a million questions regarding the "talking box" and when she finally got the movie started, the anticipation had worn off. But it was still entertaining to watch the TV reflect of his silver eyes as he started at the screen in awe. 

At the end of the movie, she asked him what he had gotten from it.

"That Harley chick should wear more clothes, don't you think?"

She had tried to argue that Harley looked fucking stunning but he wasn't having it.

When the costumes arrived by post, she took them out of the packaging and made a few adjustments to them to make them more realistic. The day of Halloween, Draco snatched his costume off the bed and slipped into the bathroom. It was a purple suit, and while there usually was a green vest, she Transfigured it into a simple green tie, leaving his chest showing. 

Somehow, he was still unsuspecting, practically oblivious to her plans. 

Hermione hated to admit it, but she was slightly worried to put on her own ensemble. The t-shirt fit tightly across her chest, the fabric exposing her midriff. The leather fabric of the shorts fit perfectly around her waist, stopping halfway down her butt. She slipped into the fishnets first, pulled up the shorts and laced the silver heels to her feet. She painted her lips red in the mirror, smearing it slightly before sweeping blue and red eyeshadow across her lids.

When she finished, she looked slutty. And sexy. The best look, in Hermione's opinion. 

When Draco came out of the bathroom, a look of lust flashed across his features before he shook his head and his eyes glazed over with something else. 

'What the bloody hell are you wearing?" he managed to get out, and Hermione noticed the very unfortunate thing taking shape in between his thighs. 

"My costume. I'm Harley-" she spun around, revealing the expanse of her thighs that were not covered by the shorts, "-and you are the Joker. We watched the movie a week ago."

"I know that, Granger. You are not going out like that," his tone was final.

"And why not?"

"You're showing too much. I don't want anyone else to see this much of your body." Her breathing picked up and Draco smirked, eliciting a shiver from Hermione. He stepped up to her, cupping her face and pulling her lips to his. Draco's arms banded around her waist, and when his hand slipped down to cup her arse, she reluctantly pulled away. 

"I-I have to-your hair-" she whined, her resolve disappearing as the seconds went by. All of a sudden, his hands were gone and the warmth of him disappeared. "Draco-"

"You have to do my hair, remember?" He flashed her a smirk, and she groaned, her knickers utterly ruined. 

"All right, then. Let me get my wand," she sighed, scooping up her wand and charming his hair to be bright green.

He sat in the makeshift hair chair in the bathroom, pulling her down and giving her a quick kiss before tracing his fingers over the lettering across her chest.  Hermione stood up straight and his hands fell to her hips. "You know, if you were just wearing this for me, I would enjoy it even more."

She huffed, "I am. Now, let's go. We can't be late." Hermione stomped her foot at his insistence to just stay home. While that sounded like a wonderful idea, and her knickers weren't exactly disagreeing with him, she knew that missing Ginny's well-planned party would be in very poor taste.

At the fireplace he turned to her with pupils blown black and said, "Promise we only have to stay for an hour."

"Two hours, and you can take this-" she waved her arms at her scantily clad body, "-off of me when we get back."

"You know, it's cute that you think I wouldn't take it off of you. I thought you were smarter than that?"

Curse him.

"Come on, Draco, we don't go out like this a lot anymore."

Draco grabbed her and pulled her against him, grinding his hips into her, and sucking on her pulse point.

Hermione's eyes fluttered shut. "Fine. One hour."

Draco straightened up and pulled her toward the fireplace.

"One hour." He demanded before pulling her toward the fireplace, and in a moment, they are gone in a flash of green.

***

An hour later, they arrived back through the Floo and Draco made good on his promise.

[darlenicy]

Let's watch: Winx Nickelodeon Special I

Okay, I made the step and watched the nickelodeon Winx Special. And OMG it’s so bad lmao. But today I am not alone reviewing – my best friend H-chan succored me and I swear, her comments are comedy gold. Just like I she knows Winx from her childhood but is no fan of it anymore so I am even more glad, that she agreed to watch it with me! Okay, let’s start. (H is her and L is me)

H: What's this for a really stupid new opening? I want "Heller als Licht*"!!! *the original German opening song for s1 and s2

H: Gardenia looks like in a bad computer game, the trees are floating 😂

H: she goes to bed with her clothes on

L: At least she takes off her shoes

H: other outfits? that's totally confusing (everyone wearing their s3 outfits)

H: And Bloom rides her bike without a helmet. A very bad example again for the children

H: what??? Stella doesn't even have her real scepter!! It used to look like a hubcap. now it looks like a virus

.....i mean she's not wrong

L: Icy has a new voice actress in this one....wait! it's the same voice as Mai from ATLA!

H: Die Bloom, die!

L: also why does knut look so scary?? Wtf

H: At least it's not Katara from ATLA

[Bloom+family+Stella attacked by Knut and Troll] L: Why doesn't Stella transform? 😂

[the specialists arrive] L: Oh right, Sky is Sky in this one.

H: But then the whole conflict is gone. nothing will happen anymore. then what reason does Bloom have to be mad at him???

H: I always thought they had cool laser swords, but they can't do anything

H: Oh yes, I will fight against it, that will certainly help 🙄

[Faragonda appears] H: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 😬

[Bloom steps on Floras plant] H: Yes Bloom, the first thing you do is killing your roommate's plant 🙄

H: NOOO Flora has a new voice too 😖 (actually her new one from s3 ongoing)

H I always thought her [Flora's] outfit was super cool

L: this or the old one?

H: no, this one, the top of the old one looked like lettuce

jdjflksjfdsfkkdsfö I almost died laughing. I actually liked the old one a lot and never saw a lettuce in it xD)

[Transformation and everyone shouting their things, like FLORA FAIRY OF NATURE ] H: Okay but if Flora is the fairy of nature, that should contain water too. So everything left for Layla is being the fairy of jelly

H: Yes, AlFEA the school for FAIRIES. Someone was very creative on this one (in Germany it's even more obvious because fairy means Fee)

H: Why does Griselda want to punish them now? For eating pizza or for being almost killed by three sexy witches?

L: For the plot I suppose. So they put one of the most boring episodes in (Friends in Need)

[Musa: We would be done sooner if you know who helped us] H: As if Voldemort would help you

L: Riven be like NOPE

L: Stormy has the same voice like Katara I think!

H: We know that when she says something with hope 🤣

H: Timmy has no laser sword. He has a flashlight 🤣

[Driven appears on screen]

H: CUUUUUUUTE

Also they completely left the part with the Prince of Darkness out because not even Rainbow knew what it was about xD

L: And of course BLOOM hat the idea. 🙄

H: like the scrap drummers 🤣🤣

H: They could have died for not transforming so as not to break the rules, but they break into the office simply because bloom wants to

H: riven only turned on the light so the trix could see the others😌

[Faragonda hopes that Griffin will punish the Trix] H: yes of course, noo! she'd totally celebrate it. Besides, they're bad witches and then they do something bad and it's not right either???

Daphne: Bloom, do you recognise my voice? H: No, it's different from the one in the show

[In the simulation room ]H: Why is there no snow on Domino??? (that always fucked me up too in the show ahahah)

L: Why do the Trix already guess that Bloom has the dragon flame? Where do they know it from?

H: Because they're mega smart 😌

[Paladium: We have to get her back] H: yeh, you could have done that sooner

H: oh those are supposed to be wings when she makes that finger movement? I always thought she just couldn't do a heart

[enzie-ki]

OOC || UNCANNY COUNTER S2E8 THOUGHTS

WAHOO LET'S GO GUYSSS

That credits scene was so unexpected because like HE'S BAD??? AND POOR DO-HWI NO

Oh it's back to Gelly and ha-na

IF YOU TOUCH DO-HWI I WILL MURDER YOU

NOOOO

UHHUH GO HANA GET HER

Don't tell me

.......

MR HWANG YOU SEXY MAN I LOVE/HATE YOU BUT PLEASE LEAVE

excuse me

I want Gelly gone but also this is such a betrayal

damn

HE'S GONNA EAT HER?????

WAIT DOES THIS MEAN GELLY AND HANA ARE GONNA TEAM UP????

NAH THAT'S TOO OUT

MR HWANG DONT TOUCH DO-HWI

HAHA BRO GOT SNATCHED

yo where'd they all go

UH oh Mr hwang, you've made quite a few enemies today

I'M SO SORRY DO HWI

OH THANK. JEHOVA LORD ABOVE HE'S ALIVEEEE

YESSSS

Mo-Tak you're so smart but damnnnnnnn

that's very bad

Mr Hwang I want Gelly gone but I want hana to get her don't eat her please

HEY LEAVE JEOK-BONG ALONE

BRO NOT THE NOSE HAIRS

AHH DO-HWI IS GOOD

oh good it's only Gelly who's gone from his memories

Ha-na I feel for you girl

eyo maybe give him his clothes back?

HE'S AWAKE WAHOO

DO-HWI YOU'RE SO IN LOVE IT HURTS

THAT'S SO SAD NOOO

wait wdym you won't be in danger because of me anymore

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

ARE YOU WIPING ALL HIS MEMORIES OF YOU IN THE PRESENT

I KNEW THIS MOMENT WOULD COME

DAMNIT

WAIT IT'S ALL HIS MEMORIES OF YOU EVER???

THAT'S TERRIBLE

AND THE MUSIC TOO

HE LOOKS SO PEACEFUL

oh it's a pharmacy

AHAHA GELLY I HOPE IT HURTS

but Mr Hwang ur also an a-hole tho

surely not, you aren't gonna try and turn into a counter

Surely not

ope dead pharmacist of course

OH NO SHE HAS TO PACK ALL THE TOYS AWAY

😭😭😭😭

NOOO SHE HAS TO SEE HIM AVAKN

DOES HE RECOGNISE HER?

NO HE DOESN'T THAT'S SO UPSETTING

ok this confirms that mun isn't in love with hana

JEOK BONG WHAT ARE YOU WEARING

NAHH THAT'S TOO FAR

yall are so funny

Such a functional little family

BRO MO-TAK IS SO AGGRESSIVE DAMN

yall this is so sad

bro just wants to eat

Evil spirits??? Now???

The sniffing noises are cracking me uppp

Yo its the popped eyeball vein man

BRO STOP SCREAMING

Mo-Tak you're so intense sometimes but other times you're 3 nine-year olds an otter and a balloon in a trench coat

Oh it's ripoff hatter— I mean chung-jae again

who the heck are these guys

stop stroking them wth

EXCUSE ME

DONT GO AFTER MY HUSBAND

EXCUSE ME WHY IS 37 HERE

DIDN'T MS CHU SET YOU ON THE RIGHT PATH

AHHH

So ungrateful

ripoff hatter leave him alone

WAIT A MINUTE

ARE YOU GONNA TARGET MS CHU????

NO

37 please leave ms chu alone

Bro she knows more about that knife scar than you do

This is so sweet and the thing is I watched the credits scene in the last episode so I know hes gonna betray her

MS Chu don't drink that

NOO THIS IS SO SWEET

BRO WHYYYYYY

37 you better change your ways

THAT JUICE WAS POISONED OH NO

37 YOU BASTARD

HE REALLY DOESN'T WANT TO HURT YOU

MS CHU NOOO

LEAVE MY HALMEONI ALONE

LEAVE MY HUSBAND ALONE TOO

Oh ms chu ur so badass

MO-TAK IS GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU

AHH THERE HE IS

MY HUSBAND

I LOVE ALL THIS MAN'S FIGHT SCENES

THE HEAD FLICK

YO THAT KICK THO

YAAAH MS CHU YOU BADASS WOMAN

HER AND MO-TAK ARE ONE OF THE BEST DUOS IF NOT THE BEST DUO IN THIS SHOW

ohooohoohoo they plotting

oh not 37 again

she's gonna be in your house again

WAIT WHAT

OILY MA

PLEASE LEAVE 37 ALONE

bro this bodyguard I feel him

ripoff hatter treats him so badly

BRO'S GOLFING IN THE NIGHT

GO SLEEP

bro why are you so mean to your employees leave that woman alone!

MHM

OH NOOOOOOOO

OILY MA

HE'S TRULY OILY NOW

HE'S GONNA KILL YOU

bro you think you can run from a man with telekinesis

I HATE YOU BUT I DONT WANT OIL DEMON TO GET MORE POWERFUL

MOTAK YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS GUY ALONE

OH YEAH YOU'RE FREAKISHLY STEONG

OILY MA DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU HE WANTS RIPOFF HATTER/ CHUNG-JAE

bro what

what

WHAT????

EXCUSE ME?

SIR

SIR WHY CAN YOU TIE HANDCUFFS THAT FAST

(sure as heck gonna use that in a fanfiction coming up😏)

PLEASE DONT DIE THO OR LOSE A HAND

I FEEL LIKE HE GONNA RIP UR HAND OFF THE GET THE CUFFS OFF

NOOO MY HUSBAND

OIL MONKEY NOOOOO

I SWEAR

I SWEAR

I SWEAR IF THEY KILL MO-TAK

OIL MONKEY IM GOING TO LIGHT YOU ON FIRE AND FRY YOU LIKE CHICKEN AND THEN CHOKE YOU FOR CHOKING MY HUSBAND

(why do your arms stick out of the screen that is concerning)

OH THANK GOD

DONT LET THE OIL MONKEY GET YOU

Ok Mr ma please leave my husband alone

YOUR HAND NO

LEAVE MS CHU ALONE

RIPOFF HATTER I HATE U BUT DONT GET EATEN BY MA

FINALLY

WEAPONS

FINALLY

ma just hit him with the get rotated combo

this is so funnt

just a guy running after a golf cart

BRO THE TERRITORY FINALLY

MO-TAK PLS BE OK

OIL MONKEY SHUT THE FRICK UP

ew

bullet

no, don't even THINK about listening to Mr hwang

JEOK BONG BE QUIET DONT CRY

So Mun your poor grandma

surely Mr ma won't go soft again

MUN WHY ARE YOU TALKING SO FROSTILY

Ok he's just putting up a hard exterior

I wanna hug you both so badly

NOO THEY'RE ALL CRYING

MR HWANG.

YOU AND I HAVE A LOT TO TALK ABOUT

2 THINGS ACTUALLY

ONE: STOP BEING SO DAMN SEXY ALL THE TIME

TWO: LEAVE MR MA ALONE

MR MA NOOOOOOOOO

YOU'VE GONE FULL OILY

I CAN SEE IT I YOUR EYES

IT'S ONLY OIL THAT'S THERE

Mr Hwang I think your sexiness adds to your manipulation skills

THE EYES R SO EXPRESSIVE

bro the sniffing sounds

Mo-Tak what just happened to you

what's up tiger

ah yes, always a reason

HE WANTS TO LEARN TO FIGHT THE TELEKINESIS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

you're so wonderful motak

BRO GOT FOLDED LIKE AN OMELETTE

bro!!

YOU DID IT I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

HE'S SO HAPPY

oop bro flew

why are yall wearing jackets indoor, surely u must be sweating bullets

JEOK BONG YOUR NOSE DAMNIT

OILY MA NO

MUN IF YOU'RE UNSURE JUST SUMMON THE TERRITORY

OOH SNIFF SNIFF JEOK BONG

THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW

FINALLY

TERRITORY

wait what

Territory why happened

it doesn't reach that high?

bro that's so much bs

NAHH that's BS

IT'S THE SEXY MAN AGAIN

BRO RUN

LEAVE

YOU ARE OUTPOWERED

IT'S OILY MA TOO

MUN YOU CANT TAKE HIM ALONE

WAIT WHAT

MUN YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THIS

OOH THE SEXY MAN IS BLEEDING

YUH GET THEM

bro isn't someone going to call security or something

Y'ALL R REALLY DESTROYING THE PLACE

MUN U CANT TAKE BOTH AT THE SAME TIME

NOOOOO

WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NOTHE EPISODES ABOUT TO END TOO

oop love the mun pov

BITE HIM I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

USE YOUR TEETH

THEYRE ALL FEFKENDIGN MUN GREAT

HELL YEAH HIT THAT MAN

GELLY?????????

EXCUSE ME

WHY ARE YOU BACK

YOU BETTER NOT HELP THE BAD GUYS

LEAVE MUN ALONE

NOOO SHE WANTS TO BECOME A COUNTER

OR AT LEAST GET THEIR POWERS

BUT WIGEN'S DEFFO GONNA DECLINE YOU

WAIT MUN NO

WHAT

EXCUSE ME

GELLY WHAT THE HELL

EXCUSE ME

HIS HAIR

BRO THIS IS THE SECOND TIME

ABSOLUTELY NOT

WIGEN NOOOO

wait he's just gonna go into a coma again right?

OH SHE'S PISSED OFF MR HWANG

YUP UR DEAD GELLY

YOU LAUGH LIKE A HYENA TOO

Gelly please you will die and you will make Hwang stronger

NUH UH IT DOESNT END THERE NOOO

NOPE

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE JT

I NEED TO SEE THE CREDITS SCENE

OK HE'S BACK IN A COMA GOOD

BUT NO MORE MEMORIES

AYO DID I JUST SEE MY BOY

MY LITTLE KITTEN

JI CHEONG-SIN????

WAHOO HE'S BACK BUT THAT ALSO MEANS THAT YOU'RE ALL ROYALLY SCREWED

NAHHHHHH

BRO I LOVED THAT EP BUT ALSO THE CLIFFHANGER

THIS IS ME RN

WELP, GOTTA WAIT TILL SATURDAY

OOC || UNCANNY COUNTER S2E4 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

glad we've got another furry lady (Gelly) to replace hyang-hui

If she hurts my baby I will break her acrylics

and also her spine

Pil Kwang and Mun are really just stranger things-ing it right now and I'm all here for it

It's giving eleven vs one but better because I like this show

Ah yes the power of a promise made you stronger good

how dare that man try and shoot chairman Choi if I snatch your weave this second

Gelly please stop with the scratching

So many problems would be stopped if people used their teeth as weapons

Getting choked? Bite. Getting held down? Bite. Jeok Bong I know you're new but please just bite her

MS SO IS BACK WOOHOO AND WONG IS GONE BOY GETCHA VAMPIRE LOOKIN-AHH OUT OF HERE

(he was kinda cool though)

oh damnit I forgot about the other Chinese counters

WAHOO MS CHU AND MS SO APPRECIATION

Chairman Choi you better thank Mun for saving you from that bullet

mo tak coming in with the tango disc pop off king

MS CHU WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU

CHAIRMAN CHOI IS SIMPING REAL HARD RN

DAMN ARE THEY GOOD AT DANCE

oh no jeok-Bong are you good

my poor baby noo

GELLY YOU DESERVED THAT I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE YOUR EYE WAS GONE BUT HELL IF YOU DESERVED IT

Pil Kwang why are you naked Pil Kwang why are you naked I don't care you just got out of the bath WHY ARE YOU NAKED PIL KWANG WHY ARE YOU

excuse me what is this wet monkey looking thing

you look like you smell of bin juice and petrol

STOP CORRUPTING MY MR. MA

STOP BREATHING IN HIS FACE TOO YOU'LL GIVE HIM BLACK LUNG

oh I really hope he doesn't get possessed but I have a very bad feeling he will

JEOK BONG WHERE ARE YOU

YOU BETTER NOT LEAVE ME NOOOO

GELLY YOU FURRY BASTARD YOU SCARED HIM

NOW HE FEELS WORTHLESS ASDAGFJGKGASHKHF

HE BETTER COME BACK

I swear if its because his pores are clogged that his power stopped working or because he got punched I will cry

Jeok-Bong's dad stop comparing your son, that happened to me and it was BAD

My poor baby UnU

SEONG-SIK YOU BASTARD

HOW DARE YOU PUT MY BABY IN DANGER

LEAVE HIM ALONE

LEAVE THE DAD ALONE TOO

ayo why does this man have so much blood in his nose

AHH HIS POWER CAME BACK

HE JUST HAD TO GET GUT IN THE NOSE AGAIN

HELL YEAH GET WRECKED YOU STINKY BASTARD

GET HIM BABY WAHOO

PUT COW DUNG ON THAT MAN

MMMMM Y'ALL IN YUNG BETTER BE CHEERING

WELL DONE JEOK-BONG

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

TO ETERNAL OIL HELL WITH YOU EVIL SPIRIT

AWWW JONG-GUK ISNT MAD GOOD

WAIT HE'S 21?

I SMELL MORE BS IN THAT STATEMENT THAN JEOK-BONG DOES AT WORK GOSH DAMN

THE BIG BROTHER STATEMENT

Aww him and his dad are bonding again finally

This is so wholesome I'm going to cry

MHM UR MAKING YOUR DAD PROUD JEOK-BONG

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

No because tell me why Mun has such a good fashion sense

And Mo-Tak too

And Ha Na

All of them actually

Gelly I regret to tell you but that steak is raw

I hope you get food poisoning

STOP MAKING CONNECTIONS DAMNIT

LEAVE MR MA ALONE

NOO IT'S THE EVIL OIL DEMON THING

LEAVE HIM ALONE

YOU AND YOUR MONKEY SOUNDING VOICE BETTER SINK BACK INTO THE OIL OCEAN

Mo-Tak please relax you're like three 9 year-olds in a trench coat

KWANG AND GELLY

YOU BASTARDS

EVIL OIL DEMON STUPID

LEAVE MY MR. MA OUT OF THIS

HOW DARE THE EPISODE END THERE

[serenity-songbird]

Hello!

Idk if reqs are open but what about a Kyle (South Park) x reader who makes/grows plants out of there hands and saves the idiots butts?

Make it oneshot please, and thanks <3!

Just how many times had you saved them by now? How many times have you gotten them out of dangerous situations?

You had proven yourself on multiple occasions.

So why was Cartman being such a dick?

"Girls can't be heroes, Kahl. That's the rules."

"Fuck. The. Rules. Just let Wisteria join our team, dickface. Do you not see how powerful she is?" Human Kite was getting more and more pissed off by the second.

You stood there on the sidelines watching their back and forth. Should you say something?

"Dude. Just let her join. She's an asset to our team." Super Craig flicked him off.

"I agree. We should let her join before she chooses the Freedom Pals." Scott pointed out.

"Yeah. And she's hot." Mosquito chipped in.

"L-Look, C-Coon. Wisteria's powers are e-extraodinary. Not only c-can she kick ass. But she can heal m-multiple people at once. It's a win-win situation." Jimmy smiled.

"Nope nope nope. Not ever." Coon was being really stubborn about this.

You rolled your eyes and had enough.

You hadn't shown off your powers enough times to not be accepted.

Human Kite was in this team. Your superhero crush. You. Were. Joining.

"If you let me in, your franchise will be 10x as popular. People love independent female roles. You'd certainly get more support if you have a female. Call Girl just joined Freedom Pals and within a day, they got 200 more followers. Be warned, this is a limited time offer. Accept now and you can be on the same level as the Freedom Pals. Unless you want them to get even more followers once I join..."

He gave in after that...

Thank to your addition to the team, Coon and Friends had just as many followers as Freedom Pals. Numbers kept changing, but it was about the same...until you helped them kick the Freedom Pals asses! Now you guys had 500 more followers than they did.

You were currently out celebrating.

"And I give a toast. A toast of being better than the Freedom Pals and finally kicking their asses down a few notches. See? I told you all adding Wisteria to the team was a great idea!"

Cue the eyerolls.

You sat next to Human Kite. Close enough to where your shoulders were touching.

You two had gotten along amazingly.

Just like you planned.

He had fallen for you: hook, line, and sinker.

You had to play hard to get of course. Give him a little challenge.

Men love a challenge.

It may have worked a little too well, since Clyde and Scott also developed crushes on you.

You felt bad having to break their hearts...

Tonight was the night you would make Human Kite yours.

You were all in your civilian attire. You had purposely worn a low cut, sleeveless dress in your favorite color. You noticed Kyle glance down a few times and look away. You smirked.

Phase 1: Look sexy.

You made sure to stay by his side all night. You admired the nice clothes he wore and his Jean's hugging his ass perfectly. He wasn't wearing his hat so you made sure to run your fingers through them a few times. You told him he had stuff in his hair. You also were very touchy feely to a point where he was getting hot and bothered.

Phases 2: Make him want you. Seduce him.

You were complimenting him all night and making your intentions known. Although, for someone so smart...he really wasn't taking the hint. Still, you made his ego go up a few notches.

Phase 3: Make him feel special.

At the end of the night, you claimed you didn't want to go home by yourself. There is a "power in numbers" after all. (You had to decline the offers from Scott, Jimmy, and Clyde. They left you alone when they figured out you were trying to do. Everyone knew of your crush).

Finally after many convincing words, Kyle offered to take you.

Took long enough.

Cartman had to literally push Kyle in your direction. He was getting annoyed with his cluelessness. (That, and Kyle never stopped talking about you. So he asked Cupid him for his...influence).

Phase 4: Get him alone.

You claimed you were cold and Kyle offered you his jacket. The walk was spent with you conversating with batted eyelashes in between. You acted like you had no idea what you were doing to him.

You thanked him and said your parents were out of town for the weekend and offered him some hot coco.

Not seeing the harm or obvious innuendo, he walked in. You made him the coco and chatted for a while. One thing lead to another and now you were watching a movie.

Phase 5: Act cute and innocent to make him come inside and stay a while.

You got closer and closer to him.

It was a romantic comedy to help set the mood. Eventually, you were cuddled onto him.

You saw his red face from the corner of your eye.

Phase 6: Set the mood.

Finally, the scene were the main couple kissed was on. Now was your chance. You slowly got up and turned to Kyle.

"K-y-le.~ Isn't it so romantic?" Your fingers danced along his chest. "It's always so satisfying to see the main characters get together. You know It kind of reminds me of something..."

"W-what's that?" Sweet boy was losing his mind.

"How I met you, silly. Don't you remember? It was at Stark's Pond. The lake on the screen looks similar, don't you think? Then, a homeless man came in and attacked me. Then you swooped down and took care of him for me. Member?"

"Y-yeah. I-I m-member..."

"That was the moment I fell in love with you." You climbed on his lap and place your index finger on his bottom lip seductively. Your excitement made you create red roses that formed into a flower crown around your head and little ones sprouted in Kyle's hair. "Don't. You. Love. Me. Too?" You tapped his lip with every syllable.

Phase 7: Admit your feelings.

By now he was shaking in lust and happiness. "Y-yes. I love you too." He spoke in a breathless whisper and you kissed him with longing.

The kiss had gotten more heated by the second and both your hands began to roam.

You couldn't help the flowers that began to grow. You'd clean it up later.

After a while, you grabbed his hand and lead him up the stairs.

It was a very eventful night.

Phase 8: Get him in bed and get a new boyfriend.

[lezziemanville]

Prompt Melissa comes to work in a dress and heels and Barbara is drooling

Barbara is sitting enjoying a morning coffee and completing the crossword in her issue of the The New York Times when the door to to the staff room swings open and Melissa rushes in.

None of this would be unusual, Melissa generally arrives later than the other teachers, but in this instance she's wearing a form fitting navy blue wiggle dress and three inch tall nude colored heels that make her legs look...

Barbara blinks, tries to clear her head from that tangent.

"Morning," she says distractedly, dropping her bag on a chair and fishing around inside.

"Well don't you look nice." It's the understatement of the millennium. Because Melissa doesn't just look 'nice'. She looks like some 1950s pinup model, all breasts and hips, despite the modest squared neckline and hem length. She can't recall ever seeing the other woman dressed this way, and if her eyes wander, well that's just because she appreciates the quality of the fabric.

"Thanks," Melissa grumbles, pulls out her brush and runs it through her hair to smooth the humidity from the curls, "I'm meeting my ex after school."

"Melissa," Barbara warns, and why does she suddenly sound... jealous? She clears her throat.

"No, it's not what you think. Well maybe it is. Anyways I have a feeling he's going to tell me he's remarrying and I'm happy for him, I really am. I just want to look hot as fuck so he doesn't get too giddy about it you know?"

"Well, you certainly do." Barbara admits, tearing her eyes from the dip at Melissa's waist and settling back on her face

"Do what?"

"Look... hot as 'fuck'" Barbara almost uses the air quotes because, she's really off her game.

"Is that so?" Melissa smiles, suddenly looking a little cocky. She puts her hand on her hip and does a slow rotation, looking over her shoulder. "I think it really shows off my best feature," she says and then bends forward on a chair to show off her shapely backside.

Barbara rolls her eyes, just to fit the part of exasperated best friend and not woman who's about to come completely unhinged at the sight of her co-worker's ass.

The staff room door opens again and Ava walks in, stopping dead when she sees Melissa. "Damn girl, what are you doing later? I mean I haven't since college, but I'm sure it's like riding a bike."

Melissa is the one that rolls her eyes now, pulls out a black blazer from where she'd dropped it and slips into it.

"Why you ruining the outfit like that?" Ava asks.

"I teach kids, Ava. I'd like to look just a little professional."

"Those kids aren't paying attention. You got like 4 or 5 years before some of them adding you to their bathroom playtime playlist."

Both Barbara and Melissa look directly at the camera crew in the corner. Even Bob the camera man, looks a little unsettled at that.

--

Regrettably Barbara doesn't see Melissa for most of the day, not until they're out in the parking lot. Melissa's sitting in her car, applying red lipstick in her rear view mirror when Barbara approaches.

"Good luck with the ex," she says gently, ultimately knowing how hard Melissa's marriage was and how complicated it's remained years later.

Melissa turns to her, red lips only quirking slightly at the corners, "Thanks for caring."

"How are you feeling?" Barbara asks when she sees that Melissa looks a little apprehensive.

"I don't know, I just wonder if this was stupid? I mean, all of this... what was I really trying to prove?"

"I don't think you're trying to prove anything. You're a smart, sexy woman, in these clothes or out of them. But there's nothing wrong dressing for a little extra courage."

Melissa smiles again and it's more genuine, more at ease. She gets out of the car and Barbara is shocked when she pulls her into a hug. Barbara doesn't know what to do with her hands at first, finally settles them around Melissa's hips, and feels a shiver travel the length of her spine when Melissa whispers, "Thanks Barb, for everything," against her cheek.

"You look absolutely drop dead gorgeous," Barbara says afterwards when Melissa has settled back into the driver's seat of her car. "The man's going to wonder how on earth he let you get away."

Melissa smiles up at her and Barbara can see her eyes are little glassy, "See you tomorrow."

[realityescapee01]

Cody Christian imagines / prompts part 3

story ideas. I just can't write at the moment. Have at it. Tag me if you write it. Thanks.

x female reader

Where Cody gets a new girlfriend and is perplexed about her because she was simple. Too simple sometimes. Cody is a celebrity and used to a lavish lifestyle and splurging sometimes. And he got used to her ex-girlfriends asking him to buy them things. Like branded and expensive clothes and bags. Pay for their spa or salon treatments. Asks gifts like jewelries and travel vacation abroad. Cody gives all of that to them. But his now girlfriend doesn't ask him anything. "Don't you want something? Don't you wanna buy or need something, baby?" Cody asks her all the time. She would always say: "No, Cody baby, I'm good." then the next week she buys a new laptop because her old one is slow already and she needs a fast one for her job. She bought it out of her own money. Cody was surprised. "I thought you don't need anything?" "Oh, I got it covered. I was saving up for this for months now." "Yeah, but you could've just told me. I could buy it for you. You could've gotten it earlier." "Cody, it's okay. I was one salary away from buying it. So I didn't tell you. Besides, I have a job, you don't need to spend your money on me." "Baby, come on. Let me give you things. Tell me, what do you like?" Cody asks her if she wants a necklace, a bracelet, earrings, rings, or bags. To which she would say that she's not into jewelries. The only jewelry she has was what Cody gives her. And she seldom wears them too. Only when needed. On occasions. Except for that one ring paired with Cody's. That one she wears everyday. Cody can't help but get confused. He was not used to this. Cody wanted to do the things he did for his exes for reader as well. He had given them everything they wanted, he wants to do that for reader as well. But reader is not materialistic. Cody loves that about her but sometimes he wishes she would ask him for something. He'd be more than happy to give her anything. Whenever she asks him things, they would be practical things like appliances both of them can use. Things for home improvement. Things Cody needs that he sometimes doesn't realize. Cody's family and friends like her so much because she's so simple and mature. A no nonsense girl.

Where Cody has a crush on one P.A. He doesn't know why but he freezes when he faces her. Dylan O'Brien had worked with her before, and everybody likes Dylan, so she was also instantly liked by everyone. She got close with the cast immediately. Cody was so attracted to her. How she handles herself. And how kind she is. He also likes her music taste. Sometimes Dylan would ask her to play some music. And Cody discovers new and old songs that are awesome from her. She is a little older, same age with Dylan. That is also one of the reasons Cody doesn't go for her. Doesn't asks her out. He thinks he can't measure up to guys her age. But every time they talk, he always tries to impress her. Dylan figured out he likes her. Saying that he stares at her too often. His smile is different. It was obvious. Dylan told him: go for it, Cody.

Where Cody feels disconnected because all the press and others see of him is his appearance. At first it was all good. Everyone commenting on how handsome he is. How cute he is. How he has a sexy body. How hot he is. But after a while, he felt unheard or unseen for what he can offer. He can offer so much more than looks. He is smart. Has critical thinking and imparts great wisdom. But all ever talks about is his physical appearance. So he somehow became distant. He wanted to have deep talks. Meaningful conversations. Where he can show how he thinks. Until he met reader. Reader is a makeup artist and was covering up Cody's finger tattoos when she commented about Cody's skull with a crown tattoo. She said she knows a character in a Japanese animation that kind of looked like it and its power is time. Cody's interest was piqued. His tattoo indeed is connected to time too. Like 'live in the now'. So he asked her to show her the character. And from then on they started getting closer. Them talking about symbolic things and meanings of things. Cody was so relieved that he finally can talk about things like that to someone. He could talk about things deeply as much as he wants to. Cody found himself falling for her. He wanted to ask her out but turned out she is dating someone already. Cody thought: of course, someone awesome like her, someone would definitely date her.

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Agents of SHIELD S3E12-S3E14 reaction

So I'm already in the latter half of the season. Can't believe how fast I binged this show lol. I'm obsessed.

Agents of SHIELD S3E12

-Ok. This alien warm thingy can possess people, get access to their memories, and is immune to inhuman powers

-Just Splendid. upgraded evil Ward is even more creepy.

-Hunter calling Daisy and Lincoln "shake n bake" will forever be funny to me lololol

-I'm very proud of Daisy awwww she went from "I'm a monster and everyone's at risk" to "Terrigenesis made me who I was supposed to be"

-She's come a long way in terms of self-acceptance

-Creel?? Isn't he dead? He died after touching the obelisk didn't he???

-I don't like Talbot...he's just...a whole mixed bag of sexism and racism and condescending with that "clothes from another culture is a dress and I don't wear dresses" comment...just overall ignorant and annoying. Maybe it's supposed to be a comedic moment but nah I don't accept that

-Had to admit tho, this spar between Daisy and Lincoln Sexy AF.

-Lincoln is a lucky man to be pinned by Daisy smh

-I love Hunter. He's a smart man for bringing weapons lol

-This fight between Lincoln and Daisy is mmmm

-I mean I can understand both sides honestly. Both Lincoln and Daisy have valid points so I'm neutral.

-But the way Lincoln said"I wasn't hacking my way through life" is pretty hurtful, especially to Daisy who only learned hacking to find her parents and worked really hard to become a competent agent before getting her powers.

-It's perfectly okay to have a disagreement on something but mmm... maybe i'm overthinking this lol

-I never get tired of seeing Bobbi beat up a man lol

-waiiiiittt excuse meeeee Daisy did not just took off her clothes like that omg she's way too gorgeous and way too hot to do that I CANNOT handle it

-Lincoln you lucky lucky man

-Also why do I feel like Daisy is the dominant one in this relationship since she kissed lincoln and she pinned him and she took off her own clothes....just a thought lol

-ughhh just when I thought Ward couldn't get grosser and creepier. He just did. yuck

-Where are Hunter and Bobbi going??

Agents of SHIELD S3E13

-wtf why is Bobbi former shield and captured what just happened

-Lol the way she ordered a burger while being interrogated

-Is this gonna be a Bobbi and Hunter centered episode? ahhh I'm thrilled.

-Hunter is captured too lol and talking about mushrooms. This is gonna be a rescue mission episode huh

-awww Bobbi and Hunter never went on a vacation together?

-I like the dynamic between them. They are both just such fun characters

-Thinking about Daisy saying dirty talk in Russian and that's oddly hot

-Hunter's first name is Amadeus? lol did not expect that

-"Your weakness is each other" awww I know they're in trouble but still. I think Bobbi and Hunter might be my favorite couple on this show

-"Come on Daisy you can hack the Pentagon and shake the earth. You are gonna let a few backwards letters trip you up?"

-I love Bobbi

-I also ship Daisy and Bobbi lol

-Inhuman politician and a coup in Russia...This won't end well

-I love the conversation between May and Hunter. It's very in character

-Love hacker Daisy she so cute ughh

-I have a thing for smart ladies lol

-The way two Russians are having a meeting but speaking English to each other. just does not make any sense lolol

-Oh I love Daisy fighting alongside Bobbi way too much

-ohhhhh fuckkkk so Hunter saved the president and he still got arrested?

-and Bobbi is also arrested for killing the Inhuman Russian general...

-But yeah Coulson is gonna save them right?

-Oh no what's going on why won't they escape

-This theme is going too somber to save them

-Holy fuck nooooo are they leaving the show?????

-I mean I'm glad that they get to walk free but...

-"It's the Spy's goodbye"

-oh no they are really leaving

-The way I got so emotional

-But they are such good characters???!!!

-Whyyyyyy

-ugghhhh crying rn

Agents of SHIELD S3E14

-I'm still not over Bobbi and Hunter leaving.

-LOL the way Daisy cannot follow the sciency talk between Fitz and Mack and call them the nerd herd

-Her Skye humor is still there and I love that

-Seeing Simmons blames herself for the Inhumans Andrew killed is nice

-Not that she should lame herself, but that it's nice to see that the previous events have effects on the characters and that they were given the time and attention to react. Makes these characters more human

-omfg how cool and badass is Daisy when she just stopped a whole car

-just LOOK AT HER and THAT SMILE

-Daisy Johnson Ma'am you are gorgeous and please step on me

-I can feel Fitz judging Daisy's actions and frankly I don't really feel bad for the guy

-Also I don't think Fitz gets to criticize Daisy for breaking two windows when he helped open a portal to let the body jumping super creepy monster warm that looks like Ward got to earth lol

-Also two windows are nothing compared to a whole ass building

-I miss Fitz's little drones. Feels like they appear a lot less recently

-Oh no Fitz can't die of this sticky bomb thing right???? Is Fitz gonna get a cool scar on his neck?

-Oh no they thought Mack was an Inhuman. I worry for his brother lol

-There is no way they are gonna kill off Mack but his brother is a minor role and in real danger right now

-That shotgun axe is pretty cool

-I still miss Bobbi and Hunter. Are they really not coming back?

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

Impress

You find Shigaraki changing himself for a girl. No warnings 🤯just cute. I know right never though I would say that.

Very quick little cute story that popped into my head while taking a bath. I haven't even proofread this. I hope it's ok. May delete it later.

You stood there watching the scene before you unfold, wondering what the hell was going on. 

"I feel stupid, this sweater is itchy, why can't I just wear my clothes" Shigaraki complained, fingers scratching roughly at his already bleeding neck.

"Now stop that Shigaraki Tomura, you're bleeding again and that's not going to help impress the young lady now is it, now change your pants then we'll cut and gel that unruly hair of yours." the wispy cloud man known as Kurogiri scolded your leader. 

"These clothes are ugly and I don't want my damn hair cut" Shigaraki was clearly aggravated with the situation.

"Do you want a chance with her or not" the wispy man snapped.

Tomura answered shyly "yes".

"Then change your pants and bring me the scissors and gel so we can be done" Kurogiri was annoyed and ready to be done.

At this point you couldn't remain quiet anymore.

"Wow really that's just sad." Your voice surprised both men.

Tomura's eyes wide as he stared at you in shock. 

"How long have you been there" his voice barely above a whisper

"Enough to know your sweater is itchy" you laughed, "and that this is stupid" you said while approaching the two men.

Hearing your words Shigaraki hung his head.

"Me trying to get a girl is stupid" he hissed.

"No, you letting this ball of smoke change you to get a girl is dumb. Look, boss throwing on some cologne and a clean shirt is one thing, but changing your whole look, wearing these ridiculous clothes, and why in the hell would you cut and gel that nice hair of yours. Tomura if this girl isn't gonna like you for who you are than she doesn't deserve you," your soft voice soothing your boss's demeanor.

He just stood there, eyes glued on you. 

"So who is she, do I know her" you inquired, curious who had Shigaraki so infatuated.

Blushing he nodded his head yes. 

"Really, does she work in town then, is she the barista at the coffee shop, or the flower girl" you questioned.

"No, she's a member of the league" he whispered.

Now this got you thinking there were a few female league members, Toga who you knew it wasn't and the other women were not around that much and Tomura never showed any interest in them at all, not to mention they were very unique looking to put it nicely. The only other female was….you. 

Immediately looking up straight into his vermilion eyes that were gazing at you so intently.

"It's you, still stand by the whole, like me for who I am speech" he inquired.

"Tomura, me, really"

Apparently Shigaraki took this as rejection.

"Just fucking forget it, I knew you wouldn't be interested" hurt evident in his voice.

"I'm just shocked, and flattered boss, you really want me"

"Of course I do, your gorgeous, smart, skilled, sexy, will you go out with me or not" he clearly needed practice in asking a girl out.

Smiling you gave your answer, "absolutely I will"

Shigaraki honestly thought you would turn him down, but you said yes, his heart leaped in his chest. Not knowing how to respond he simply closed the distance between you, wrapped his long arms around your waist before leaning in to place his lips to yours. 

[1zashreena1]

Comfort Food

Taco/Female oc (plus size)

Please have this addled fever dream drabble

No porn, only soft. I can't breathe deeply enough to pant thru smut rn.

Gif credit @girlpornparadise

The knock wakes you up. You blink blearily around the little efficiency apartment while trying to remember which way is up. The tv is still on, it's just the little smart tv menu, so whatever voice you're hearing is definitely outside. 

It's also definitely male. 

Undeniably male. A soft rasp. Not so low as to be intimidating, but certainly intriguing.

Come to think of it, the grandma that you rented this teeny over-the-garage apartment from did say that she had a son who worked entirely too much. His own business.  Or something.

Your pajama pants aren't exactly clean, per se, but you're clothed, so it counts. He knocks again just as you get to the lock and slide the chained bolt back. The door swings open with its distinctive creeeeeeeeee-yip and…

Yeah. 

That is.

That is A MAN.

Holy jesus fuckin christ, Mary, and Abraham, too. What in the actual fuck.

First off, he's wearing flip flops. That should not be attractive. And plaid pajama pants. Also, categorically not sexy. A dark colored t shirt, the v-neck is displaying an impressive amount of ink in the form of neck tats that you have never before wanted to lick on a man. But above that is an absolutely gorgeous face with a chiseled jaw, full lips, salt and pepper stubble, high cheekbones, a long, straight nose, dark, bottomless eyes, and naturally perfect eyebrows. All set within tan skin and fetching laugh lines under a riot of black curls.

I am so fucked. 

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"Hey, uh, I'm, I'm Taco, Marguerite's son. She said she hasn't seen you in a few days, thought you might be sick, so I made some soup." That delicious rasp sounds about as confused as you are. He thrusts the tupperware container at you with a gentle sloshing (Good grief, that must be original '70s) and you stare rudely.

His hands are fucking huge.

Your brain immediately supplies thoughts of finally meeting a man whose hands are big enough to cup your boobs. No! The nails are really short, but it's obvious he does manual labor. Taco's forearms are rippling with muscle and your fever addled libido is fascinated. Beyond that are stupidly broad shoulders--

And we're right back to the neck tats. 

"Hi," you croak unpleasantly with a wince. Hell, even Taco winces. Gamely, you push onward, "Sorry, I sound like shit. Not the best way to meet someone."

Taco takes in your bedraggled hair and baggy pajamas with a not so suppressed smirk, although compassion shimmers in those chocolate eyes. Oh no, please not with the bottomless brown eyes. He rumbles soothingly, "Nah, you're fine. Everybody gets sick, right?"

The soup is still hot and it feels good enough that you clutch it to your chest. It also feels good to have someone care for you. As if he can read your mind, Taco asks, "You alone out here? Mama said you moved here from way out east."

Coming from virtually anyone else this question would be highly suspect. Despite his hulking presence and intimidating ink, Taco feels oddly safe. Oh, he could definitely fuck somebody up, but it wouldn't be you. You're nodding before you realize it, "Yeah. I had to get away. Like, really far away."

Anything else is cut off by a coughing fit that doubles you over. Tears drip onto your tie dyed pants while you gasp for air. Taco takes the container back with his left hand while the right lands on your back. The lack of oxygen results in the floor magically elevating itself toward your face, until a strong arm wraps around your middle. 

"Hey, easy there. I got you." The reassurance is growled directly into your ear and how the hell can your nipples be so alert when you're, like, dying? Taco proceeds to pick you up and gently drop your limp form on the loveseat about five feet to the left. The old furniture sags when he sits, too, but the massive hand rubbing your back is a great distraction from worrying about if the flowered monstrosity might collapse. 

"Sorry," your voice sounds like you just survived a horror movie, two hours of screaming included. Taco is still rubbing your back and it feels really nice. He smells nice, too, like coffee and fabric softener. Are you snuggled into that mysteriously broad chest? Yep.

"While I certainly don't mind holding a beautiful woman," His chuckle vibrates beneath your palms (When did you start groping him? Why the fuck does he have such magnificent pecs?) Taco continues, "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I mean, we literally just met."

Oh shit, he's a gentleman, too?? You are so screwed.

"Uh, yeah, true. Sorry. And thank you. For the soup, and, you know, the whole picking me up." Looking up proves nearly fatal, those brown eyes are soft and warm. The laugh lines and sprinkling of silver at his temples only make him all the more handsome. You feel like he could be legitimately dangerous, but only in a fierce protector way.

"So, um. Look, I'm just downstairs, round the back if you need anything. More soup, tissues, another hug from a virtual stranger, whatevs." He shoots you a wink and then stands to go to the door. You can't help but laugh, he's not wrong.

"I might just take you up on that." Are you seriously flirting with a nasty head cold? But, those shoulders… 

His voice is soft as he steps outside and closes the door behind him, "Get some rest, chiquita."

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The soup is really fucking good.

[haienatrash]

When They’re Out of The Limelight

Note: Hi everyone, I hope you guys are doing fine. I decided to delete the first version of this fanfic and write another one with a different ending, coz I received some feedbacks (not just from tumblr but also on twitter) saying that the ending was depressing and that I was too cruel to the characters (which was true, i admit that and i’m sorry. Lol.) I love my moots and I don’t want them to be sad. So here you go, this version contains two parts, hope you guys enjoy the story! - haienatrash

Part I - The After Party

June 5, 2020 - Baeksang Arts Awards 2020

"Everyone's looking for you." Someone with a sexy baritone voice said which made her twirl in surprise. It was Ju Ji Hoon. He was still in his simple yet gorgeous tuxedo with the brooch pin that she had chosen for him to use that night.

Hye Soo smirked at him, a bottle of beer on her left hand. It was that familiar tipsy grin that Geum Ja often use to Hee Jae when they would drink a bottle or more of Soju in Hyena. She sipped a beer before turning her back on him again.

Ji Hoon on the other hand, smiled while admiring her voluptuous figure from the back, taking note of the small details just like the back slit of the dress, how it exposed a little of her skin and the Bulgari Diamond Serpenti flawlessly resting on her back down to the middle of her spine. He was truly amazed at how the black Ralph Lauren dress fitted her body perfectly, flaunting those curves that she maintained through the years.

But his brows creased when he realized she wasn't wearing the white coat she had earlier. She must have left it on the venue downstairs, he unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket and pulled it off from his torso as he slowly walked towards Hye Soo, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Upon reaching her, he carefully placed the tuxedo jacket on her shoulder to keep her warm before leaning on the railing that reaches up to their abdomen. His gesture made her look up at him, but he was ignoring her stare pretending to look at the 360-degree view of Seoul. They were on the rooftop of the hotel where the Baeksang Arts Award 2020 after party was held.

"Hoon-ssi it's fine, you don't---"

"You're wearing a dress." He cut her off "Exposing your shoulder and your back..." He paused staring back at her before he continued what he was saying "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against you wearing that sexy dress, but I don't want you to get cold, alright Sunbaenim?" He rolled his eyes the way Hee Jae did, that made Hye Soo chuckle, amused by how Ji Hoon still has a bit of his character with him.

"Hee Jae is that you?" She asked him still giggling a bit "Sorry, but Geum Ja's not here tonight."

"Who says I want Geum Ja? I want Hye Soo." He said not looking away from her.

There was no response from her, now the only thing they could hear was the sound of the gusting wind. Their gazes were locked, she could feel the blood rushing to her face turning her cheeks into crimson red. He never fails to make her feel this way as if it was the first time that someone said those words to her.

"But you can't." She said bitterly, looking away from him, setting the bottle of beer on the railing cap.

Ji Hoon looked down, "You don't trust me, do you?"

"Trust isn't the issue in here. It's the age, the opinion of everyone around us and the career... Your career."

"I'm willing to give it all up---"

"Well I don't, I wouldn't let you give up everything you worked for just to be with me." She cut him off staring back at him. "You're young, you're smart and you're talented, there's so much ahead of you. Don't waste it with someone like me and I am sure you'll find someone much better, someone who can give you a family, a son, or maybe a daughter." She explained but it seems like he wasn't listening to any of it.

"Then I'll take whatever you can give. I love you, and I know you feel the same... Please?" He grabbed both her hands and kissed her knuckles. His eyes started getting wet.

"Ji Hoon, stop." She said pulling her hands away from him.

"This is so unfair. I just wanted to be with you." She saw how tears pooled down his cheeks as he said those words. She felt her heart broke into million pieces, watching him weep because of her.

She couldn't help herself, but extend her hand to his face, cupping his cheek wiping his tears using her thumb. Then she pulled him closer for the last time and caught his lips with hers, kissing him slowly and softly making it linger, trying to ease his pain.

Hye Soo pulled out of the kiss before saying "Let's not see each other again."

Hye Soo walked away from Ji Hoon and did not dare to look back anymore, because she would just do the foolish thing and gave into her emotion again. It's better to end it right now than to fuck everything up later on.

Part II - The Resolve

June 24, 2020 - Hyena BD Commentary Filming Day

Ji Hoon tapped the shoulder of his driver reminding him to take the day off and park the car on the fifth level before he came out of the black Mercedes Benz. He was wearing a plain navy-blue colored t-shirt with a large print on the back and a pair of jeans his hair was neatly brushed up the way Hee Jae would like it, with a black face mask and sunglasses on, which helped him disguise himself and not be noticed by the public. He entered the building and walked straight to the elevator, he pressed the thirteenth button and quietly stood there waiting as it lifted him to his floor.

He still felt a bit dizzy and nauseous because of his hangover from last night, he had been like this for a couple of weeks now and it was still because of what happened at the hotel rooftop last June fifth. That was the last time he saw her, and it didn't go well. His heart ached as he recalled how she walked away from him saying that they shouldn't see each other anymore.

He tried reaching out to her since that night, calling her everyday or whenever he was drunk trying to fix everything between them, but she would just shrug him off and ignore his phone calls. He even drove to her house a week ago only to be dragged out by her security. Ji Hoon clutched tightly on his phone, suppressing the tears which was trying to pool out of his eyes, he shouldn’t be like this.

Be professional Ji Hoon. Be professional.

Ji Hoon knew what he did over the past few weeks was pathetic. But he couldn't just let her go, she meant the world to him and he was looking forward to spending the rest of his life with her. He wouldn't get tired of fighting for her. That was his main reason why he wanted to attend the commentary.

Hye Soo Sunbae would be there. He thought.

Ji Hoon kept on saying that to himself, that was the only motivation he had for almost three weeks, that the commentary would be a good chance to speak with her.

The elevator opened, he looked at the indicator saying they were already on the thirteenth floor, he walked towards Studio five and gently pushed the glass door of the studio; he was welcomed by some of the staffs and crews that he had worked with during the filming of Hyena. He bowed to them as a sign of respect mostly to those who he knew was older than him, then he saw Jang Tae Yoo the director of Hyena, standing next to a tall woman with short hair who's back was facing him.

Obviously, it was her. His sunbae. Kim Hye Soo. The director looked at his direction with a smile on his face. Ji Hoon could read his mouth saying, "Ju Ji Hoon is here." to her. She turned to him, she was wearing a simple white blouse paired with a tattered pair of jeans and a white coat draping over her shoulder, it was simple yet stunning. Well, Hye Soo has always been stunning even in those simple clothes, the corner of her lips curved into a little smile as if nothing happened between them.

Damn, she really is a good actress... He said at the back of his mind. Ji Hoon waved his hand to them, he walked towards them bowing to his leading lady and the director. He felt awkward, not knowing how he should act around her.

"We're glad that you're here already. Maybe we could start in an hour?" Asked Jang Tae Yoo looking up to Ji Hoon. Both leads nodded to him. "Good, we'll go get the lights fixed. Have some snacks first." He said patting Ji Hoon's arm before he left them alone.

Silence surrounded them. He sighed before removing his mask, folding it and sliding it into the back-pocket of his jeans.

I miss you.

I need you.

I love you.

There was a lot of thing that he wanted to ask, and he wanted to say to her but "Hey..." Was all that came out of his mouth.

"Hi." She responded, still with that minimal smile on her lips. She handed him a cookie in pink packaging, which he took instantly like a kid who was given a candy.

She stared at him intently, examining his face. His lips were pale and dry. "Take your sunglasses off, it's a bit disrespectful to greet the director with those on." She said using the director as an excuse to see his face better.

Ji Hoon, without any second thought, took off his sunglasses revealing the dark circles under his unique mismatched eyes, he looked exhausted as if he hadn't slept for weeks. Hye Soo sighed rolling her eyes, she knew it.

"Meet me in the restroom at the end of the hallway going to Studio six and don't forget to put back those sunglasses on." She said before making her way out of Studio five.

• • •

He opened the door of the all-gender restroom then he saw her leaning with her hips on the tiled sink waiting for him. He locked the door before walking towards her, he wasn't sure what she wanted from him but here he was, obviously he couldn't resist her. She stood up properly when she saw him walking towards her, motioning him to switch places with her. Now he was the one who’s leaning on the sink.

"What do you want?" he asked as serious as he could.

"Close your eyes." She stated, ignoring his question. Hye Soo thought he wouldn't do as she said but he did, but as the usual he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He kept on blabbering about how she said the other week that they shouldn't see each other anymore but here they were, in the public restroom, alone. That he called her every day, but she didn't answer any of them and how her security dragged him out of her village. He did all that as she got the wet wipes from her bag, she leaned closer to him and gently cleaned his face, removing the unwanted dirt from his flawless face.

She could spend her whole day just staring at him, memorizing every inch of his face taking note of the small details like the mole on his left cheek that you could barely see if you aren't this close to him and the pointed nose that she compared with the Himalayas, which he found funny.

Hye Soo pulled the primer and the concealer from her make-up pouch. Lucky enough, she still has the concealer that he left on her bathroom the last time he spent the night there which matched his skin tone. She applied a bit primer on his skin and some concealer underneath his eyes. She took her time as she did his make-up, they still have an hour and she wanted this to last, she wouldn't tell anyone, but she missed this dork, she missed him.

"Will you please shut your mouth for a moment Hoon-ssi?" She asked, applying a thin layer of powder on his skin.

"My eyes are closed already, and now you also want me to close my mouth. I don't even understand why you're doing this. You aren't even answering any of my question?!"

"Keep your tone down, will you?" She asked before putting the final touch, a lipstick. From his cheek, her eyes travelled down to his thin lips, it was dry, but she still found them kissable. She gulped.

Don't do it. Don't. Her conscience kept on telling her, but she did it anyway, she kissed him. What she did left him silent, her lips moving against his. It took him a minute or two before he returned her kisses. His hand on her hips pulling her closer to him. The kiss was soft and slow.

“Does that answer all your questions?” She whispered against his mouth before pulling away to catch a breath. "I did that to push you away. Because I wanted to protect you." She placed a hand on his chest. "Let's talk about this later, okay? For now, let's get you ready for the commentary."

He only nodded letting her finish his make-up. After him she fixed herself next, wiping down the smudged lipstick on the corner of her mouth before putting another layer of the same lipstick she used for Ji Hoon's lips.

• • •

After the commentary they drove straight to the Director's house to celebrate the success of Hyena. The whole Team H was there, together with the supporting characters of Hyena, Gyeong Hwa even prepared a cake with the candles saying 'Hyena'. It was fun to be with them again and have a nice dinner while catching up. The celebration ended around ten in the evening, and everyone had gone on their separate ways, but it was different for Ji Hoon and Hye Soo, they still needed to talk.

Ji Hoon parked his car a few blocks away from her house the way he did before. She looked at him and she knew he felt anxious about how their conversation would end up, she could see it on his movements that's why she held his right hand and intertwined it with hers.

"Hey, we'll see each other again, okay?"

"Are you sure---"

"I'm not." She looked straight into his eyes "I'm not sure about what I'm doing and what will be the consequences, but there's one thing that I'm sure of..." She paused, gripping on his hand tighter before saying "And that’s you. I'm sure about you, I'm sure that I want to be with you." She smiled reassuring him that she wouldn't let him go, not anymore.

- END -

Bonus Content!!

On December twenty-fifth Kim Hye Soo posted photo on Instagram with a silhouette of a man, with a very intriguing caption. Some fans guessed it was Ju Ji Hoon. Then the next day both their agencies confirmed that they were dating.

Note: This photo collage is edited, and none of these are true. Thank you for reading!! 

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Six

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After weeks of going back and forth over the Duff ordeal, Nikki and I had finally put it behind us.

Or so I thought.

I smile at my pastor as I take his extended hand for a second, the two of us exchanging "goodbye"s after service.

"Have a good week, Vivian." He tells me.

I open my mouth to reply but the loud sound of a Harley Davidson is causing he and I, and everyone waiting behind me to speak to him, and everyone already in the parking lot, to turn attention to the culprit.

Nikki stops at the curb on the street, arrogantly grinning at me and I nervously glance at my pastor.

"I-I'm gonna go. I'll see you next Sunday, good sermon." I assure him.

"See you then, Vivian." He replies, his eyes still on Nikki before I'm quickly making my way off the church's porch, my heels clicking against the pavement as I step to the street.

"Nikki, what are you doing here?" I ask him, and he looks at me over his shades.

"You gonna get on the bike or not?" He ignores me, chewing his gum, and I exhale.

"I'm wearing a dress." I state.

"I know, you look pretty." He looks me up and down.

"No, I mean I'm wearing a dress. I can't just straddle a bike at 55 miles per hour, Nikki. It'll be blowing over my head."

"Then take it off." He shrugs.

"Nikki."

"Babe, it's Los Angeles. Nobody cares if they see Vivian Sixx's panties." He brushes it off and I just stare at him, not wanting to tell him why that's still an issue.

His face shifts, his grin turns into a full-fledged smile, a boyish laugh flutters past his lips and he looks so, so amused.

"You're not wearing any?" He asks me, and I turn beet red, hitting at his arm with my hand.

"I couldn't. There was a panty line." I explain to him as discreetly as I can.

"You didn't wear panties to church?"

"Shh!" I cover his mouth with my hand for a second, glancing around.

It seems people are just staring because Nikki Sixx is in their parking lot.

I don't know if some of them even realize that he's attended a service here before.

"Well, lemme see." He enthusiastically let's out as he reaches for the hem of my dress that falls right about my knees and I swat his hand away, giving him a death glare. "You're dirty." He teases and I hug my Bible to me.

"Shut up."

He's suddenly dropping his switchblade from his pocket on purpose and it hits the ground.

"Oops. Wanna bend over and pick it up?" He asks me and I hit him again, causing him to laugh once again.

He reaches down and grabs it before patting the seat behind him.

"Viv, seriously, commando aside, get on. We have a hot date for brainstorming the video ideas for 'Girls, Girls, Girls'."

I look around again before just having to mentally say "screw it" and strategically get on without flashing anyone, making sure my dress lays between me and the seat.

Nikki and I give one last glance to the folks coming out of the church, looking at us, including the pastor.

Nikki offers a mischievous smile and a wave before crossing himself and I lightly hit his thigh while saying, "babe, quit, it's not a catholic church."

"Oh. Oops." He shrugs before taking off.

One thing about Harley Davidson, if you're sensitive to sensation, you will damn near be drowning yourself by the time the ride is over.

I scowl at Nikki as I take another paper towel and wipe myself clean as he leans against the door of the bathroom, chuckling at me.

"It's not funny. My dress is wet." I scold him.

"Well, it's not my fault your pot holds that much honey." He defends himself, trying to hold back more laughter.

I stare him down."Okay, I'm sorry. I'm being insensitive to your hyperactive pussy-juice glands." He let's out in a serious tone but he smirks when I look at him, again.

"Nikki."

"Shoulda worn panties, huh? Well, wouldn't have mattered that'd just be one more thing for you to gripe about leaking in."

"Keep talking and you won't get to dip your honey wand in the pot for very, very, long time." I threaten and he stops abruptly.

"Fine." He smartly says, rolling his eyes.

Once I get cleaned up, we're stepping into the studio just in time for Vince to sarcastically say:

"'Pussy. Everywhere. All kinds of pussy'."

As if he's mocking somebody.

"Stupid fucker." He adds, he, Tommy, Doc and Mick all turning to face us.

"I need to go back to church." I tell Nikki and he smiles, shaking his head a little.

"Hey, Viv." Vince greets me, looking me up and down, exaggerating the kiss of his teeth. "You look good today."

"Means a lot coming from someone who thinks groupies are the most beautiful women in the world." I say through a fake smile.

"Any woman with a good body and right equipment is the most beautiful woman in the world to me." He agrees, grinning.

"Swine."

"Dirty stripper."

"Strippers!" Tommy suddenly pipes and I look at him.

"Tommy, please, don't encourage him."

"No, for the video. Film it in a strip club." He suggests.

"Would that get played on television?" I ask.

"Fuck MTV. I'm down." Vince agrees with Tommy.

"Mick?" Tommy nudges at the guitar player, who shrugs.

"That's the whole point of the song, isn't it?" He says.

The three of them look to Nikki for final approval and Nikki looks at me, an evil genius smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Under one condition."

The one condition being...

"Are you out of your mind?!" I say to Nikki when we get back home as he continues to try to convince me.

We had to go by and get my car from church and I thought we had settled it before we even left the studio but just as we met at our front door, he asked me about it, again.

"Viv, it's like a four minute song and you won't be but in a few clips of the video."

"I'm not playing the part of a stripper, Nikki! I'm not..." I try to think of the words to describe everything an exotic dancer has that I don't. "...I don't have it." Is the best I can use to explain it.

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"I don't know but I'm not comfortable prancing around in heels and lingerie, dancing for strangers in a club and millions of more on television." I state. "I'm not doing it."

"Well you heard Sharise when Vince called and asked her. She said 'yes'."

"I'm not her, Nikki. Sharise can pull it off because she's sexy and sensual and confident enough for it."

He looks at me like I've lost my last marble.

"Vivian, are you fucking kidding me? You don't think you're sexy?!"

"No, I'm not, now drop it." I tell him, stepping to our bedroom.

Firstly, glory to God and all the saints said "amen", secondly...you can find me dancing half naked several times in Mötley Crüe's infamous "Girls, Girls, Girls" music video.

"Baby, you're perfect. What the hell are you talking about?" He follows after me and I sigh.

"Of course you think that because we're together." I state, about to get a shower and change clothes.

"Viv, seriously." He grabs at my wrist to stop me from walking away, his hand gently running across my cheek. "I am married to the most beautiful, smart, funny, loving, sexy woman on the entire planet."

"Thank you for the ass kissing, but if it's in an effort to get me to be in the video, it's still a 'no'."

"I was just reminding you of those things." He tells me, smiling. "Can you at least think about doing the video?"

"Nope." I reply, pecking his lips before stepping to the shower.

There is no way in hell I'm going to be in that video.

I don't know how the hell we went from that day to this:

My blood boils.

I can tell Nikki's smirking, despite his back being turned to me in his seat as "Wild Side" starts to fade out, sounds of the street playing in the song signaling it's ending.

I've managed to keep from saying a word, hoping the song got better at some point...except it only got worse.

Vince, Tommy, Mick and Doc all wait for me to say something.

Anything.

Nikki finally turns to face me, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes fucked on heroin, and I see nothing but the devil looking at me.

"Well?" He asks me, leaned back, hand covering his lips to attempt to mask his pride in pissing me off.

"Typically when you ask someone to repeat a prayer that's important to their faith, you don't write a song that completely picks apart and disrespects--"

"--Oh, here we go." He grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry, did you expect to write bullshit like 'our Father who ain't in Heaven' and think I would be ok--"

"--I expected you to fucking support me--" He starts but I stop him.

"--Somebody's up there or else you wouldn't be alive!" I state, talking over him.

His laugh mocks me, only causing more tension to fill up the room, and I have to keep myself from going at him.

"I'm alive because I fucking want to be." He hisses.

"That's real bold of you to say, Nikki."

"Oh, is it? Because it pisses God, or whatever else imaginary friend you cry to, off?"

"Nikki." Doc states, knowing he's just trying to piss me off at this point.

"Fuck off, Doc." He barks. "I took a meaningless chant and turned it into something useful. I'm sorry if you're too closed minded to accept that, Vivian."

I don't say a word, grabbing my purse and stepping to the door as fast as I can, not wanting to argue over something he thinks is stupid to begin with. "It really sucks you don't like, especially since you're a credited co-writer on it." He states suddenly and this stops me in my tracks.

"I'm what?" I ask through my teeth.

"A credited co-writer. Meaning when the album is put out, your name will be listed as one of the writers of the song." He explains.

I spin around to face him and he's looking at me innocently.

I'm not angry with the song. I'm angry he knew it would upset me, and instead of giving me a warning or being honest with me about it, he's instead saying everything he can to further hurt me, and he's proud of himself for it.

"I thought you'd be happy with that...you know, early anniversary present?" He's wearing a smug smile.

"Nikki. How you're going about it is disrespectful to me." I try to tell him, calmly.

"So is lying to me about who you're hanging out with."

That does it.

I get one good punch in before everyone's in an uproar, trying to separate us.

Nikki's got a fistful of my hair, and I'm hitting Doc as hard as I can, trying to get him away from Nikki so I can better access the feral bastard.

Doc gets knocked out of the way, and Nikki's other hand grabs at my throat while I kick at him roughly, causing him to let me go and stumble back a few steps before I'm swinging on him again.

Doc blocks my hit and Tommy and Vince keep Nikki away from me.

"Let the little bitch go, I wanna fucking show her something!" Nikki threats angrily

"You've showed me enough of your bullshit the last four years that divorce is something I'm looking forward to!" I shout back.

"Psycho cunt!"

"Mommy Issued Junkie!" I bite back, causing him to try to get to me again, and causing me to fight against Doc once more.

"Stop it!" Doc yells over us.

"Fuck you!" Nikki and I exclaim at the same time.

His cheek is bright red from where I hit him, and my scalp is burning from how hard he tugged at my hair.

"Guys, c'mon." Tommy tells us as they try to get us to calm down.

"This is starting to get ridiculous." Vince adds.

"Fuck off, Vince!" Nikki snaps.

"Shut the fuck up, Nikki." Vince puts in just as I say, "don't fucking talk to him like that!" in defense of Vince.

"Oh, have you been lying to me about how much time you spend with him, too?!"

"How much time are you really spending with Vanity, Nikki?! I can easily turn this back around on you!" I point out.

Nikki, Vince, and Tommy all get awfully quiet, Nikki's nostrils flaring.

I know he's spending more time with her, except he's never lied to me about it, he just doesn't necessarily tell me when they hang out. And it's because he wants me to believe he's off crack, and if they hang out, they're doing drugs together.

"Get the fuck out." He demands.

"Gladly. Don't bother coming home tonight. Just stay out, shoot up with Robbin and smoke crack with Vanity. I'm fucking done." I sneer before grabbing my things and slamming the door behind me as I leave.

But I wasn't done.

I scrub at another glass, hearing the front door being unlocked, and Nikki's steps coming inside before the door shuts and I hear him give out a heavy sigh.

I don't acknowledge him when he steps into the kitchen to grab a paper bag from the fridge, turning on his heel before heading back to the door.

He gets outside and I hear the sound of his bike firing back up.

"Damn it, Viv." I breathe out to myself, feeling guilty for what all I said to him, and a small part of me hopes he feels guilty, too.

I finish the dishes and immediately call Robbin, praying he hasn't gone out to meet Nikki, yet.

I'm ready to hang up by the third ring, until I hear:

"Hello?"

"Robbin, hey, it's Viv." I tell him.

"Hey, babe, what're you up to?"

"Are you and Nikki hanging out tonight?" I ask him and he hesitates.

"We are..."

"Where at?"

"Jeez, I don't know, Viv. Probably start at the Cathouse, end up at a strip joint or something."

"He's pissed at me, Robbin."

"Yeah, he called me from the studio when you left."

"I told him not to come home tonight."

"...And he's not." He replies.

"No, he's not, but I want him to."

"Then tell him."

"He's not gonna listen to me." I argue.

"Then don't piss him off."

"Well, tell him not to piss me off."

"Then, you tell him."

"I've tried, he doesn't listen to me."

The line is silent for a second and I blink.

"Hello?"

"This is why I'm not married. Jesus Christ."

"Robbin, you're engaged, remember?" I remind him.

"No, no, this is why I'm not married to you. Laurie's not cra--" He stops himself abruptly and I raise my brows.

"What was that?"

"Uh, oh, wow I-I think I'm breaking up on you, Viv."

I can tell he's rustling his hand over the phone, giving the effect of static.

"Robbi--"

"--I'll talk to him, love you, bye, Viv."

He hangs up and I exhale.

Karen comes into the kitchen, wearing a cocktail dress and heels, her hair and makeup done.

"I'm going on a date." She tells me. "If I'm not back by 2:00am, call the cops. I've been murdered." She sternly says.

"Got it." I nod.

"We're going out on the strip." She adds. "Which is all bars, clubs and strippers, so pray for me."

"If you see Vince, don't let him talk to you. You'll be in the back of his limo before you even realize what hit you."

"Trust me, I know, I have mace specifically for 'Vince Repellent'." She assures me, touching up her lipstick. "Alright, I'll see you later."

"Okay, have fun." I offer to her.

Once she's gone, I'm arguing with myself internally as I glance at the clock, trying to decide if I should try to reconcile with Nikki or not.

He'll be junked out and still mean, it won't do any good.

The shitty part is that I've noticed he's started to take maintenance doses through out the day, especially before we go out somewhere.

It's been easy to decipher if he's sober or not by just suggesting we go somewhere as simple as the grocery store.

When he's sober, he can't spend more than two minutes in a room full of people--five minutes, max, if I make him stay longer than what he wants to.

But when he's got smack going through him, he acts like his normal, social self.

I asked Izzy about it a couple weeks ago and he said Nikki's probably reached the point where if he doesn't have even the smallest amount of heroin in his system ever so often, withdraw symptoms and the pain of the impact the drugs have on his body, will start up.

And as for the social aspect, he said he more than likely doesn't know how to function without heroin as his anxiety buffer anymore.

That's ever more sad because Nikki use to be perfectly fine socializing without anything in his system. But now he can't even go to the Rainbow to eat with the guys, or go on a date with me, without shooting up to calm himself down and if he over does it on his dose, he's either too out of it to be social anyway, or he's a fucking prick.

Which only means one thing in my mind: Nikki's the farthest into it he can get. The next step, if he doesn't stop it, is funeral planning.

I step to our bedroom, deciding I'll just leave him alone tonight.

He and Tommy leave in a couple days, with the guys mastering and mixing their album, to New York to finish off the process there.

Maybe he'll have an epiphany while he's gone for a handful of days and come back and apologize for being a dick to me the past few days...more like "past few years."

Oh, yeah. I better have many jewels on my crown when I get to heaven for not leaving the crazy bastard by now.

How can I leave him? He needs good, solid people around him that won't sugar coat shit to save his ego and his feelings.

He needs me, and lots of God, but I've never been one to force my beliefs onto him, and I'm not going to start now.

Lately he's let off that he despises God more now than he did when we dated.

Again, I personally think there are actual demons fucking with his head, using his addiction to sneak in and start lashing out through him.

Our house even feels like it's riddled with something evil.

Dark energy, demons, bad vibes, whatever you choose to call it, it hits you like a wave when you step foot in the house.

Something sick and demented has built its nest and with Nikki's incline in his use, whatever it is has made its point clear: it's not leaving until Nikki's dead.

On my way to the bathroom, I notice his journal on his nightstand. He usually keeps them hidden from me, but I know he's written in one since before we dated because I've seen him write in one, but I've rarely just seen one laying around.

He usually keeps them put up.

A lightbulb goes off in my mind as I stare at the book that contains a multitude of sins and secrets in his handwriting.

"No. That's wrong. It's an invasion of his trust and privacy." I little voice in my mind tells me.

"He doesn't talk to you about private things as much as you think he does. Don't you wanna know what he really does when you aren't around...or how he really feels about you?" An arguing voice counters.

"He hasn't given you any reason to not trust him."

"Ha! That you know of. Read the diary and you'll probably have a multitude of reasons not to trust him."

"He loves you. He cares about you. He wants you. If he didn't, he wouldn't take your shit, and if you didn't feel the same for him, you wouldn't take his. Why do you need to dig through his confidential, personal, thoughts and feelings?"

"You two are married. If your husband has confidential anything he's keeping from you, that's a red flag."

"Give him the basic respect, Vivian. Don't read it."

"Fuck respect. He called you a 'psycho cunt' earlier. You need to get to the bottom of why he calls you awful things when he's on junk. Oh, yeah, because he thinks those awful things about you when he's sober, he just doesn't give a voice to them until he can't control himself."

"He loves you. He doesn't think those things about you. He just says them to get a reaction out of you."

"I bet he's about to spring a divorce on you."

I squeeze my eyes closed.

"Shut up!" I yell, silencing the voices, taking a heavy breath.

Deciding not to read it, I just pick the diary up and open his night table drawer, placing it soundly inside before closing it shut.

What I would have ended up reading, had I decided to let my curiosity kill me:

March 23, 1987

Van Nuys

4:47am

Fuck. Early last night Vanity called the house looking for me. I forgot Viv was at home and when I let the machine take the call, Vanity was fucked up and was spewing out everything she wanted to do to me the next time she saw me. I've never moved that fast in my fucking life to answer a phone. Viv would've had a stroke if she heard Vanity describe the kind of blowjob I'd be getting from her, but thank god Viv was by the pool.

She's starting to wonder when exactly I'm leaving my wife. I just keep telling her after the tour is over. I don't even know when I told her I was leaving Viv but she claims I promised her I was going to so now I'm even further in the shithole.

I keep waiting for Vanity to drop the bomb about mine and her's antics to Vivian. Anytime we're all hanging out, I'm bracing for impact, along with Vince and Tommy, and Vanity knows it. She uses it to her fucking advantage.

I'll say I can't spend time with her because I want to stay home or want to have a night with Viv, and Vanity will say something like, "I wonder if you'd have a home to stay in if she knew the truth" or "oh, I forgot about Viv. Should I tell her you forget about her sometimes, too?"

I want to break things off because I know it'll destroy Viv if she finds out, and I really have no business having a full-blown affair, or even seeing anyone else, but I'm nervous that Vanity will spitefully let Viv know what's been going on.

I'm fucking tired. Tired of living, tired of wanting to die, tired of junk, tired of sobriety, tired of my mistress (if you would even call her that...in my mind she's just a chick that gets the job done when I'm out of my mind and my wife isn't around).

I swear I'm two different people.

Sikki fucks Vanity, abuses Vivian and acts like a rottweiler with rabies towards other people when he's not in the mood.

I don't know who or what the fuck I am anymore. And I don't care, either.

P.S. - I've realized the reason so many of the greats OD when they're in their prime is because all the fucking girls driving them absolutely fucking crazy. It's hard to stay sober when you're fucking two of the hardest ballbusters in L.A. and their crazy infects you and starts to fester.

P.P.S. - Would it be bad if I admit I wouldn't mind "accidentally" shooting Duff in the leg? Call it junkie's intuition: I have a feeling, and I don't want it anywhere near my wife