#y’all keep passing him around like a damn hot potato

[katieshook02]

Dear NHL teams who acquire the marvelous one and only Anthony Beauvillier,

STOP TRADING HIM TO FUCKASS TEAMS

sincerely, an islanders fan who misses him dearly.

[saturnville]

smoke, drink, break-up

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x black fem oc (linnea lowtower. warning: a few curse words. content: coriolanus lies to linnea about something major, resulting in a nasty disagreement. an: ngl, I don’t like this as much as I thought I would but it’s too late now lol. I thought of smoke, drink, breakup by mila j when I wrote this, so, that’s a loose connection to the title. hope y’all enjoy!

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The silence was deafening and the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. He had never felt so small; not since his father was alive. It had been years since someone’s harsh gaze made him quiver, stammer over his words, and feel shame like a peasant in the presence of a king.

He wasn’t used to seeing her hard gaze. Her brown eyes were often full of love, adoration, and desire. Just for him. As they bore into his raging seas, he saw behind them flames of fire that he couldn’t quench. Out her ears blew steam and from her nostrils quick and shallow breaths.

Her lip twitched. The restraint was clear from a mile of way. Her fingers clenched around nothing. If she could wrap her hands around his neck and squeeze, she would. So tight until the vein in his temple became visible and the vessels in his eyes swole with fear.

“You lied to me.” Her words were sharper than the knife in front of her. It laid beside aggressively chopped vegetables—potatoes and broccoli spears. “Not only did you lie to me, but you lied about lying to me.” Her hands now gripped the sides of the counter.

“Baby—“ Linnea held her hand up. Coriolanus halted immediately.

“We had this conversation. When you became president, you’d end the Games. What did you do instead? You met with Gamemakers, teachers, politicians, and the freaking students at the Academy to tell them about the upcoming games!” Her voice was a lion’s roar—mighty and rumbling. “You promised that you’d end it. We agreed that there was no point in continuing to divide the Capitol and the Districts. What is wrong with you?”

How dense and unaware could she be, he thought. The Districts were no better in the present day than they were during the Games six years prior. Everyday, the Districts proved to be primitive, uncivilized places with inhabitants that lacked discipline.

“The people in the Districts need to learn that actions have consequences, Linnea. They’ve worsened over the years, and surely have worsened since our last conversation. Some things don’t need to be changed just because we think they do.” Coriolanus tried to be careful with his words. The last thing he wanted to do was anger her beyond repair, but it was too late.

She didn’t agree with his thought process. It was evident as her nose scrunched and her lips turned up. “I am District 11.”

Coriolanus scoffed. “No, you’re not. You’re nothing like those—“

“Those what?” Linnea challenged sharply. “Those people? Newsflash, I am not Capitol, Snow. I am District 11 and District 11 is me. I was one of the lucky ones. And if I had missed my mark, you know where I’d be? In that arena fighting for my life while people like you, those people, laugh, mock, and torture people born like me for fun, and because their feelings were hurt.”

Snow? How could she—“Linnea,” Coriolanus stepped toward her. She stepped back. “It goes deeper than that.”

And there it was. The volcano erupted and flames spewed from her pores. She smacked away the hand that cupped her waist and jolted a finger against his chest. “You are an insufferable human being, Coriolanus Snow. Insufferable, prideful, and a damn fool. Find someone else to keep you company.”

Linnea brushed passed him and swiped her coat off the hook near the door. Coriolanus’ footsteps were heavy as he stayed hot on her trail. She grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She’d be damned if she stayed with him.

“Linnea, where are you going?”

She didn’t turn back as she stated calmly, “Away from you.”

He never understood why people downed their sorrows in alcohol until the loneliness settled. Linnea hadn’t returned in a little over a day and it drove him mad. He knew where she was, he always did, but it didn’t make it any better.

The dismissed every call and message that was addressed to her. He hadn’t felt such a deep sense of rejection since his adolescence. He couldn’t go a day without speaking to her, but to know she could go without communicating with him with ease? It ate him alive.

Once she left, he took the time to ponder on what she said. Linnea was right—she was a District 11 citizen, and no marriage, no amount of money, and no prestigious education would erase that. And had her father not married a Capitol woman after her biological mother passed away, they’d still be in District 11. Attending a reaping, planting seeds in the group, or dead. God, he couldn’t imagine life without her.

Coriolanus knocked back the last of his drink and reached to pour another.

Insufferable. Prideful. Foolish. Had she truly meant that? Prideful, he could agree with. But insufferable and foolish? Unbelievable.

His eyes darted to the clock on the wall above his desk. 2:14 AM. He took another heavy swig of his drink. No sign of her return.

The home was eerily quiet when Linnea crossed the threshold a few hours later. Only the ticking of the clock was heard. She kicked her shoes off by the front door and padded toward the dining room. She threw her locs over her shoulder then winded her when her rings got caught in her hair. “Dammit. Coriolanus!”

Linnea stayed with her father and step mother for two days. She knew it wasn’t a wise decision to leave her husband without communicating with him, no matter how upset she was. Her father reminded her of that.

She wished she was more like him. More understanding and empathetic. He wasn’t pleased when she told him about the argument she and Coriolanus had, but he reminded her that they were of different groups—the elite and the working class. He saw things in a way she didn’t because that’s how he was always raised to see things. His view was narrow, and he needed someone (her) to help him expand it. So, she came home. To settle the tension and to talk to her husband.

“Coriolanus,” she repeated. She frowned when she entered the living room and found him on the couch, covered by her favorite throw blanket and a bottle of expensive alcohol on the coffee table. He was never the type to drink heavily. “Coryo.” Linnea tapped his shoulder. He stirred in his sleep like a child, but his eyes opened widely once her face became clear.

“You’re back,” was all he managed to say. Linnea nodded slowly. She nudged his side and he made room for her body. Her head rested against his chest and her was tossed over his. Coriolanus wrapped an arm around her waist and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah,” she said lowly. “I’m sorry for leaving. I was just really upset and didn’t want to say anything else I’d regret later.”

Coriolanus hummed softly. “I’m sorry for not being competent. For not trying to see your point of view of things. I think when you’re in a certain headspace for so long, it’s engrained in you until you’re willing to unlearn it.

“The Games are unnerving. I don’t know what I’d do if things were different and you died in them. Your father would’ve been without a wife and a child…and I never would have gotten the chance to call you my wife…my friend. I am sorry, Linnea.”

There was a silence. So, he continued. “I’m not saying it will be easy, nor am I saying no punishment will occur for any act of treason or rebellion, but I’ll bring an end to the Games. Effective immediately.”

Her head shot up. “Are you being serious? Don’t lie to me, Coriolanus.” He nodded. Linnea smiled softly. “Thank you.”

His hand dropped from her waist to the swell of her bottom, which he squeezed softly. He leaned down and capture her lips with his own. She moaned softly as his tongue caressed her lips. Her mouth opened and he explored it with delight. Coriolanus smiled against her lips, “Thank me upstairs.”

[ugh-such-a-simpbitch]

Holding onto You

Tyler Seguin x Jamie Benn

WARNINGS: 18+, very much 18+, smut, masterbation, bdsm, barebacking, oral, pegging, restraints, slight humiliation, little bit of fluff, I think that’s it just good luck.

Requested: yes? Anon said they’d read my fic if it’s seggy and benn making out so I gave y’all horny bastards more than y’all asked for 😂❤️

Word Count: 6.7k

This fic takes a bit in place of Tyler’s time in the hospital and through his recovery process. What started as thoughtful visits turned into a kindling romance full of secret passion. I hope you guys enjoy!

I do wanna quickly note, if the paragraphs look weird that’s cuz my writing was long in each paragraph and tumblr was like “that paragraph was to big for us to handle” psh yeah but I’ll show you something else big you can’t handle. It’ll make my paragraphs look like nothin 🙄 anyways, ENJOY!

It was the 2020 off season, and as we all know Tyler had to undergo surgery and therapy for his hip and knee. It was dark, miserable, and for the most part a lonely time for the golden boy. It wasn’t until he visited that brightened up Tylers day. Though he felt shameful being seen in such a vulnerable state, it was good to see his closest friend come around to help encourage and cheer him up. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have anything better to do like oh I don’t know ANYTHING?” Tyler said playfully. “oh please I could be anywhere right now if I wanted to.” Said Jamie. It had been a while since the last time they have seen each other, so this visit was very special to Tyler. Seeing his teammate struck a chord within him, it made him feel like he was special. Not like how everyone else sees him, but special in the eyes of the people closest to him. Jamie had always been there for Tyler through thick and thin, but this time it was different. “I don’t know if you’re allowed to have this but I got you some candy to snack on while you’re here.” “Why thank you Jamie, I’ll be sure to eat these later! You really didn’t have to bring me anything, you know that right?” “Yeah but I figured why not, you could use a little pick me up even if that’s just some m&ms really. You’ve been here for so long the team, including me, are rooting for your comeback whenever that may be.” In that moment Tyler felt a rather confusing feeling. He wasn’t sure if it was hope or the lack of. He was desperate to recover and do what he loves best with the guys. Hearing what Jamie said really made him feel good for a moment till his thoughts colluded and made him feel like a holdback. “Ty, I know that look on your face, what’s on your mind?” “It’s nothin really, nothin important.” He says. “No, don’t do that! Don’t do that thing where you say it’s nothing but you know deep down something is bothering you. Don’t shut down on me, we never keep anything from each other!” Jamie said sternly. Hesitantly, Tyler readjusts himself from where he is laying, Jamie helping him get comfortable, after a deep breath, he starts to open up. “I don’t think I’ll actually fully recover. I don’t think, with everything I’m having to deal with right now I just don’t think that I’ll ever get to be 100% with how I used to be. I’ll only be a setback once I’m back on the ice, that is if I ever get to get back out there...” “Could you be more dense? Of course you’re gonna recover! You’re going to comeback better than ever! It doesn’t matter how long it takes, you will come back and everyone is going to be so excited even if you still have some kinks to work out. I know it seems hard now, but you got this okay segs? No matter what you’re coming back, I’ll make damn sure of it.” Tyler couldn’t help but to actually feel encouraged, he felt warm inside. A feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time. He had been pent up in the hospital for so long there was so many emotions inside him he could never work out, but with Jamie, oh Jamie, how he makes everything feel so crystal clear. After a couple hours have passed, the nurse comes in and says it’s time for Tyler to eat, so the boys say their goodbyes and how Jamie will come by again if not tomorrow, next week. As he sat alone in the room he had adapted to finishing the grilled chicken and mashed potatoes he was given, Tyler looks over at the box of m&ms his friend has given him. He grabs the box and holds onto it with a smile on his face, not yet opening it, he embraces the box of hard shelled chocolate and falls into a peaceful sleep.

As Jamie had left his best friends hospital room, he makes his way down into the lobby, then to his car. He starts up the engine, but takes a moment to himself as he takes a deep breath in and shed a couple tears of sympathy. As he dries his slightly wetted eyes, Jamie pulls himself together, turns on the radio, and starts to drive back into his big empty home to await the next day. Jamie pulls up into the driveway, and parks his car taking his time to go inside. It wasn’t that long of a drive home, but this one felt a little more tingly than normal for Jamie. He is depicted as this manly guy that you should never mess with and he’d be damned if he allowed anyone to see him show his soft side in front of someone he isn’t fully connected with. The only person he has ever shown his soft side to was Tyler, and Tyler respected Jamie for that as he promised he wouldn’t share that information with anyone Jamie didn’t feel comfortable with. Even though he preaches it to Tyler, Jamie can shut down and build walls. He doesn’t really like to show emotion in front of anyone, he isn’t comfortable doing so. Again the only person that makes him feel like he can be truly him, is Tyler. As miserable as Tyler is being alone at the hospital, going through all these rehabilitation treatments, nobody has come to think of his good ol’ pal Jamie to see how he’s handling it all. The man sulks every night just counting the days, hoping his best friend returns to the NHL.

As he enters his home, Jamie decided to make himself a simple sandwich. As the silence runs in on him, his mind starts to wander, going to places he didn’t think even existed. It dawns on him as to what he was thinking about and for a split second actually liked what he was seeing, but he quickly shut that thought down. Jamie was a single man, but it didn’t mean he had needs. Sure he could take the easy route and just hire a hooker, but he wanted something more. To experience something more than just pity sex. He could obtain any woman he wanted, but deep down as nice as these girls were, he still didn’t feel complete. Jamie finishes his sandwich and decides to clean up and take a hot shower to blow off some excess steam. He turns on the faucet and allows the water to fall. He’s feeling more needy than usual, but he was too tired to call in for another girl to defile. He decided why not jerk off to memories of previous nights he found exhilarating, and maybe add a bit of fantasies in his mind. He undresses and steps into the shower, muscles loosening as his length starts to harden. As he starts to pump himself, his mind thinks about how he was on top of the black haired woman in fishnets named Stephanie, completely ecstatic as her screams filled the room and her cunt dripping in fluids soaking the bedsheets completely. Then he thought about the other night how he had the same girl folded over on all fours as he pounds her viciously from behind making “steph” shake crazily, as well as how he had a Blondie named Jessica pinned up against the wall and her eyes in tears begging for a slower pace, but then something changed. Jamie’s mind wanders into fantasy and his best friend enters his mind. He tried to shake it off, but after many failures he allows his powerful curiosity see where it takes him. As he slows the pace of his strokes he lets his conscious wander. “Fuck Jamie you’re going to make me cum~ I don’t think I can hold it in anymore! Fuckkk I can’t do that here! You’ll make me buy you a new one and that’s expensive as hell! OW JAMIE YOU DID THAT ON- mmmmmmm just like that baby.” Jamie hardens even more at these thoughts and his strokes move more faster and faster. He groans at his excitement as he starts to peak. Sinning in his thoughts he thinks of all the things he could do to his best friend, and that threw him overboard. Groaning and moaning loudly, Jamie cums all over in his shower, more than usual. His orgasm touching him in every cell in his body tingling up and down his body and on his cock. Tip to shaft, all he feels is a beautiful sensation. Coming back to reality, Jamie realized what he just did and pondered all night because of it.

A week later Jamie comes back to visit Tyler, this time bringing him a Victor E Green plushie “to keep him company.” The pair had kept in touch since the last time they saw each other, but Jamie had been a little dry and distant, although his one man show says otherwise. They chatted again for another couple hours, Jamie sharing some stories from previous practices. “HE DID NOT DO THAT!” Tyler yelled. “I’m serious! Ask him yourself! Pavs wanted to test the kid and Robo couldn’t stop to go back to the benches and tumbled over the barrier! You should’ve been there!” After a few moments of silence after Jamie had realized what he had said, he proceeds to speak first. “Do you get worked up in here at all? Like I know it’s a stupid question but what all do you do, other than lay In bed in here.” Tyler inhales, “ ummm well lately I’ve been working on walking on my own, and doing light exercises. Ummm well of course I watch whatever is on tv, I make sure I watch all of our games and heh some special wrestling on my phone working other parts of my body if you know what I mean!” “Just had to be cheeky didn’t you Seguin?” The boys laugh at each other’s remarks. “Dude go get you some food and come back, come dine with me tonight, we can watch the raptors play.” “I don’t know Ty it’s getting kind of late and-“ “ PLEAAAASSEEEE FOR MEEEEE YOUR BESTEST OF BEST FRIENDDDDDDD!!!” “Okay okay! Stop yelling or we’re going to get in trouble!” Jamie says while laughing. “There’s a McDonald’s down the street, I’ll pick some up and come back,” Tyler tries to interrupt, “don’t worry! I’ll smuggle you some chicken nuggets you child.” About 20 minutes later, Jamie comes back to see Tyler just getting his dinner for the night. Tyler puts the raptors on and Jamie sits back in the recliner that is in Tyler’s room. As the boys begin to eat, Jamie passes Tyler the chicken nuggets he promised to give him. “Yayyyy thank you!” He says with the biggest grin on his face. Tyler had been stuck with hospital food for a while now, Jamie bringing him the chicken gave him the most happiest feeling, since it brought a sense of normalcy back into his life. Though his time in the hospital was starting to feel like his new normal. After the game was over, Jamie stretches his legs and proceeds to start telling Tyler good bye. Saddened, Tyler gives his best friend a hug from his bed and messes with Jamie’s hair. They both laugh about it for a moment till they collected themselves. Jamie leans over and gives his friend a kiss on his head, gives him a pat, and proceeds to go home to end the night. As random as it was for Jamie to kiss Tyler on the head, it felt normal, and it didn’t bother them one bit. In fact, they both liked it. Tyler looked up at his leaving friend, gave him a smile, and proceeded to say good night. The night was over and the pair made sure to keep seeing each other after that fun night they had. Some nights Jamie would actually stay the night in Tyler’s room. He would sleep on the couch by the window and leave a little late in the morning after breakfast to go to practice. From what started to become a once a week visit turned into every other day visits, and it was the best time for both boys.

As the months past and Tyler’s release from the hospital, Jamie frequently will come over to make sure Tyler is alright and is comfortable with where he is at. Tyler’s sister were already there to help their brother, but Jamie’s help was really a reassurance on his part. One day, the girls were out and Jamie came over to take care of Tyler. Jamie insisted that they go out and take some time off to relax, but deep down it was just an excuse to be with Tyler alone for a couple hours. Tyler was at the point where he can walk on his own and skate lightly, but his sisters being there was just insurance to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt himself. Tyler wasn’t aware that Jamie was coming over so he thought why not take a load off and have some primal relief. Tyler had already got started and it wasn’t until Jamie walked in on him that had caught him off guard. “Well geez Jamie if you’re gonna watch you might as well put in the work and do this for me.” He said in a playful seductive manner. Jamie couldn’t help but to feel himself start to harden up beneath his shorts from Tyler’s remarks. He wasn’t sure if he was joking are if he actually meant it. “Oh please don’t act all shy now, you know you’ve thought about it and you know you want it, so come over here and finish me off.” Tyler wasn’t the type to make demands but deep down he wanted Jamie to touch him. He had secrets he never told anyone, but he was willing to take a risk with his long time best friend. “You’re not the one who gets to make the demands.” Jamie says a he lunges forward and kisses Tyler very passionately and without hesitation. The two men felt themselves both harden up as Jamie proceeds to caress Tyler’s cock. He starts slow and switches the pace of his strokes, catching Tyler off guard yet again. “Mister Tyler Seguin thinks he can make the demands? No sir I don’t think so. You’re lucky that you’re pretty and that I like you. Maybe I’ll go easy on you if you behave yourself.” Tyler didn’t think he can get harder than that, but he did and he was extremely turned on by the possessiveness and this dominating side of Jamie. He couldn’t help but to push for more. “Fuck Jamie I didn’t think you’d have anything like this in you. I can’t help but to wonder what else you have up your sleeve.” Tyler felt exhilarating, he craved so much that he didn’t even know where to begin with what he wanted to do, and Jamie was the same way. Tyler pulled Jamie in close and started to kiss him even more with more emotion in every kiss he made. He even started to kiss down onto Jamie’s neck and even took his shirt off. Tyler had already been shirtless before Jamie’s arrival, but deep down he wanted Jamie to see his skin exposed. Jamie starts to pump Tyler even faster which makes him even harder underneath his shorts. Tyler didn’t think it was fair that this was all going towards him, so immediately he pulled Jamie’s shirt off and shorts down and exposes his hardened length and proceeds to touch. “Fuck Jamie I didn’t think you liked me this much!” “Oh shut up Seguin you’re the reason why I’m here in the first place, now start working.” “Jamie Benn, all star captain who’s hooking up with his best friend. Sounds like a juicy scandal!” He teases. “Keep talking and I’ll shove my cock deep into your mouth. I’ll give you juicy.” Jamie couldn’t handle with what Tyler was doing to him. This is the first time either of them are doing anything like this, but they can’t help but to dive into their temptations. Jamie on top, the pair can’t keep their mouths off of each other and each has a hold on the other just going to town. “Fuck Jamie keep that pace! You’re going to make me cum!” Jamie then uses his free hand and puts it around Tyler’s throat. Maintaining eye contact he then says, “Not till I tell you to. Got it? Lemme hear you give your word.” Tyler was feeling too ecstatic to even get the words out. “I said let me hear you give me your word!” He says as he tightens his grip around Tyler’s throat slightly. With precum dripping from his tip, Tyler spits the words out. “I won’t cum-

until you tell me to!” “That’s what I like to hear. Good boy following instructions.” With them both fastening their strokes, kisses getting sloppier and sloppier, the two were almost at their peak. Their groans filled the room and they were so close. They were both leaking and each took a moment to taste the liquid that was laying on their hands. Tyler took it upon himself to make sure when he got his taste to make Jamie lose it. Sucking every spot that had Jamie on his hand, not missing a single spot, Jamie just about had it. Jamie proceeds to open up his mouth, about to speak- “Tyler! We’re home!” The boy’s instantly started scrambling putting back on their clothes, pretending the last 35 minutes they were experiencing never happened. “We’re in here!” Tyler shouted. The girls walk in and stand by the doorway. “Y’all are home soon” Jamie said. “Yeah, we went to go pick up some coffee and hit the spa, but by the time we got to the place they were really busy.” Said Cassidy. “There was a whole party in there, we decided we’ll just relax here at home, maybe go swimming.” Said Candace. “Well have fun I guess.” Tyler says while laughing. The girls walk away but when the guys thought they could take a breath, Cassidy runs back into the room and asks, “did something happen in here?” Tyler simply told her no and shoved her away. “Okay okay! Mister Defensive! I’ll leave y’all alone!” Even though they were so close, it was probably the most fulfilling experience both boys have ever felt in their lives. A life changing reality check, but it felt so right. The way Tyler had Jamie pushing for more, and Jamie giving into Tyler’s needs while doing what he does best, this was the best thing for the both of them. Even though they didn’t finish off the rest of the day, you knew that this was a new addiction that they never want to get sober for.

It had been a while since the two last hooked up in the golden boy’s bedroom, but it didn’t mean they didn’t talk about how they felt, and established some boundaries if they were to allow this fling to last on. Of course there were the occasional make out sessions that nearly took them back into the bedroom, but they wanted to go slow before jumping back into something that big. Tyler has been working more and has actually gotten to skate some more with the guys. He was almost 100%. Jamie and Tyler were hanging out a lot more lately, and a lot more touchy too. Cassidy had been noticing the differences with the two, so she took it upon herself to ask them if they wanted to join her for coffee after practice. The boys said sure, so after practice they meet Cassidy at a nearby Starbucks in downtown Dallas. They ordered their drinks and sat at a table in the back. The barista comes by and gives them their drinks, and her number to Tyler on a napkin. It had a little note saying “text me!” with a heart on it as well. Tyler looked up at the girl and gave her a nice smile as she walked away. Jamie looked over feeling the jealousy form into his veins. Tyler looked over and notices that within Jamie and gave him a look of reassurance, to then Jamie relaxes. Cassidy clears her throat and begins to speak. “I know there’s something going on between the two of you, and don’t even try to deny it, the day when Candace and I were going to go to the spa, yeah there was a different energy and I KNOW that there’s something goin on, so spill.” Jamie and Tyler look at Cassidy, then at each other, and back at Cassidy. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The two started busting out laughing, and almost in tears with what Cassidy had said. “You think there’s something going on between me and Jamie?” “Yes! Look at y’all! Especially just now! Seriously I want to know the truth!” The boys started laughing even harder. “Oh please, Tyler tell me right now if there actually isn’t anything going on right now. If you really mean it you’ll ask out that barista who gave you her number right here right now.” Jamie and Tyler both tense up. Tyler looks over at Jamie and back at his sister feeling attacked and unsure what he’s going to do. Is he going to tell his sister about the secret relationship with his best friend, or is he going to get into one to prove a false point to keep the secrecy alive? “Cass, just cuz there isn’t anything going on between us doesn’t mean I actually want to ask that girl out.” “Come on ty, look at her, she’s blonde and absolutely GORGEOUS! How could you not want to ask her out?” “Well from the sound of it, it seems like you’re the one interested in her eh? Maybe I should give you her number! Since you’re the one acting like you’re the one wanting to share something.” “That’s not what I-“ “I- I- what? How does it feel when someone close to you starts making assumptions about something that big in your life? Yeah not fun is it?” “Ty, I’m sor-“ “Save it, I don’t wanna hear it.” Jamie steps in. “Tyler, chill, it’s fine. She’s just curious. I know you’re doing this so I’d be comfortable, but I trust your sister enough for her to know. So it’s alright, you can tell her.” “Tell me what? -gasp- SO THERE REALLY-“ “shhhhhhh keep it down, we don’t want the whole world to know!” “Sorry! Sorry!...so there really is something going on between you two?” Tyler begins to speak. “Yeah, your speculations were right, I just hope you haven’t spread anything about it to any of your friends?” “Oh no you’re good! They’re completely oblivious. But like have y’all two you knowww did the do?” “Why is that relevant?” “I DONT KNOW! I’m just curious! I’m just now finding out my only brother is hooking up with his best friend and kept me AND everyone else in the dark about it! So can you blame me for wanting answers?” “Okay! We’ll tell you everything! Just chill out! Or I’m ordering you a decaf young lady!” The trio sat at the table for a good long hour, catching the young girl up with all of the things Tyler and Jamie kept in the dark. When they got through, they went

their separate ways as Cassidy had to meet up with some of her friends and the undercover partners were on their way to a secret date that will end in Tyler staying the night.

Jamie and Tyler both went back home after their encounter with Cassidy to get refreshed and dressed for the date night they had planned. They of course told Cassidy that’s what they were going to do tonight so she insisted Tyler call her when he’s out of the shower so she can help him pick out clothes. He reassured her it wasn’t going to be something big, just a simple dinner, a couple beers, and some relax time back at Jamie’s house. Cassidy was still hellbent and persistent on having her brother call her, so he said fine, he would call her later. “Alright little miss fangirl, I’ll call you later. Now stop being weird and go hang out with your friends!” “Byeeeee I love youuuuu!” They all said their farewells and parted ways. Jamie and Tyler had carpooled, so Jamie dropped Tyler off at his place. Tyler goes inside his house and is greeted with 3 glorious fur babies. Tyler lays his bag down by the door and heads up stairs to shower. Jamie said he would come pick him up at 6:30, it was already 4:39. Tyler saw he had some time so he heads into the shower and freshens up. After he got out, he put on some clean boxers and went ahead and dialed up Cassidy since he promised to call her when he was out of the shower. It took a couple rings until she answered. “You actually called!” The young girl said happily. “Well yeah, you’d kill me in my sleep if I didn’t.” “I would not! That would be a waste of a kill! Now, show the closet!” Tyler flipped the camera and showed his sister the clothes in his closet. He already informed her that he was just going to wear some shorts, but she can pick an appropriate shirt for tonight. After a couple of minutes had passed the young girl decided on the all black tshirt and the black button up shirt with a tiny white pattern embroidered everywhere. “Alright, I gotta get ready. Thanks sis!” “Have fun dork!” Tyler hangs up the phone, and proceeds to dress himself accordingly. He went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth again, fix his hair, and spray some cologne. An hour had already passed by so Tyler started packing a backpack. He added the usual extra clothes and his personal items in the bag. There really wasn’t much he needed to take since he was staying only for the night. Tyler was all set and ready so he decided to feed the dogs. Candace was supposed to come over to watch the dogs, she had already texted Tyler saying she was 5 minutes away from his house. She was aware that he was staying the night with Jamie, but she didn’t know the whole itinerary. Cassidy was also going to drop by to help her sister, but it wouldn’t have been till later when she will show up. 6:30 rolls around and with a Jamie on time, he pulls up to the driveway. Candace still wasn’t there yet, but she wasn’t too far away from the last she spoke to her brother. Jamie walks into the house and is greeted with a kiss from Tyler. “Hey, Candace is almost here she’s going to watch the dogs for me tonight.” He said with a grin. “Alright. We can wait here a bit till she shows up, it shouldn’t be that long right?” To his demise, Candace pulls up and comes in the house. “I’m here! I hope I didn’t make y’all wait that long!” “It’s okay Candy, I just got here.” Jamie told the girl. Candy was Candace’s nickname, just like “Cass” is Cassidy’s. “Well, y’all go do whatever it is y’all are gonna do and have fun tonight! Don’t worry I got this, and Cass should be coming over later as well, so yeah we got this! Go have fun!” “Alright alright bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!” As Candace gave her brother and Jamie a hug, she shoved them out of the house and closed the door behind her without even looking back. She had a long day at work and she knows that the dogs are well behaved, so she was going to have herself a self care night along with her sister whenever she gets home as well. Candace was more responsible than Cassidy. She had more of a mom feature while her sister was more young and spirited, but the two complimented each other like yin and yang.

Jamie and Tyler drive off and are on their way to dinner. They drive to an In n Out burger up north on the belt line. They went in and ordered some burgers and some fries, got their drinks, payed, and went to station themselves in a booth in the back of the joint. They made some small talk throughout their time there and while they ate. After they were through, the boys cleaned up after themselves and left to go back home. The drive was a little lengthy, but it wasn’t like a little music that couldn’t help. Tyler controlled the music, as that’s the only thing he’ll actually get to control. He started to play Montero by lil nas x, and turned up the volume. Jamie started laughing as he isn’t quite fond of the song, but turned to Tyler and watched him dance in his seat, screaming the lyrics. “CALL ME WHEN YOU WANT, CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED, CALL ME IN THE MORNING, ILL BE ON THE WAY~” Jamie started laughing out loud on the verge of tears from Tyler’s actions. He loved seeing Tyler do outgoing things like that, it made him feel happy and grateful that he even has Tyler in his life, just this time he feels even happier. “You’re crazy you know that right.” ”Yeah but I’m your crazy and you adore it!” He wasn’t wrong, Jamie loved everything about Tyler, he really did adore him, even if they have only been together for a short amount of time. Jamie turns onto his street and proceeds to pull into his driveway. As everyone gets out, he took it upon himself to carry Tyler’s bag in for him. It wasn’t the first time Tyler has been to Jamie’s house, but this time it felt like it was the first time all over again. Jamie runs upstairs real quick to put Tyler bag in his room, then runs back down. Tyler was already sitting on the couch, starting up Netflix so the two can watch a movie. Jamie goes into the kitchen to give Tyler a beer while he quickly runs back to the blanket and towels closet for some blankets just in case of any of them get cold. Jamie lays the blankets on one of the recliner’s he has and sits on the opposite end of the couch from Tyler. “So what do you want to watch.” Tyler asks. “Mmm doesn’t matter you can pick the movie.” “ALRIGHT!” After a couple minutes of searching, Tyler stumbles over a movie he absolutely loves. “BACK TO THE FUTURE!” “Alright alright, we’ll watch it again!” As the movie starts, the guys had already downed one beer, but craved for more theater type foods rather than alcohol. Jamie popped up some popcorn and brought in some sodas, as Tyler helped him and grabbed a blanket from the recliner. “You’re cold?” “Just a bit yeah, it’s all good though.” “Come sit over here by me babe.” Tyler scuffled over moving his drink and popcorn over by Jamie and cuddles up into the arms of his lover and progressed to watch the movie. They were already midway through the film till Jamie spoke up. “Why is he trying to fuck his mom?” “Honestly I don’t know.” “She’s not even that hot.” “Jamie! Rude!” “What!? I’m just saying! If anyone is hot it’s you!” Jamie starts to run his fingers through Tyler’s curls. “Well I think you’re hotter.” Tyler leans towards Jamie and gives him a long kiss. As Tyler was going to pull away, Jamie immediately pulls back. Kissing him harder and passionately. Jamie was hardening up and fast. Tyler notices and climbs on top of Jamie. “Damn baby you must’ve liked that didn’t ya?” He says while he slowly starts to rock his hips onto Jamie, making him start to harden up. The energy shifted from cute and comfortable to lust and adrenaline filled real quick. “You’re really asking for it aren’t you hun?” “Maybe...what are you gonna do about it love?” In an instant, Jamie flipped Tyler onto his back, turning off the tv, and removing his shirt all in the process. “I’m gonna fuck you up if you keep talking to me like that baby. So what’s it going to be? Slow and steady? Or fast and crazy?” Tyler was ecstatic, he honestly wanted Tyler to go a little crazy on him, he wanted to be dominated, he wanted what they didn’t finish off the first time. Tyler kisses Jamie and bites his lower lip after pulling away.

“Crazy it is then. I sure hope you can handle it baby, there’s no going back from it.” Jamie takes off Tyler’s shirt and throws it on the ground while kissing him. He picks Tyler up and carries him into his bedroom and throws him onto the bed. Shutting the door behind him Jamie takes off his shorts as Tyler does the same. Jamie on top he starts kissing Tyler deeper and deeper, even slipping some tongue every once in a while. He pulls Tyler’s boxers off and starts to touch him. He starts to massage the tip and trickle his fingers up and down his partners shaft making him tense in pleasure from the touch. Jamie then pulls his boxers off as well, exposing himself to Tyler and pull him onto his knees on the floor. “Since you wanted to play big shot and run your mouth, start sucking.” Tyler looks up at Jamie with glee as he licks up his length all the way to the tip and back down. As Jamie groans, Tyler works his way nipping at the tip and slowly wraps his mouth around Jamie’s cock. Tyler was taking his sweet time until Jamie grabbed his head and shoved him down further forcing him to take in more of him, and a lot faster too. It got to the point where Jamie stood up and started thrusting himself into Tyler’s mouth making him gag and drool all over his face and on Jamie’s cock. Jamie pulls himself to admire Tyler looking like a hot mess on the floor. Catching his breath Tyler tries to take Jamie back in, but Jamie wouldn’t let him. Instead Jamie sets Tyler back on the bed and spreads his legs apart. Jamie starts to do the work by taking in as much of Tyler in his mouth as he can. Tyler started to moan a lot especially at the pace Jamie enforced. “Goddammit Jamie that feels so good! Just like that baby! Anymore and you’ll make me cum!” After a few moments Tyler getting close to his peak, Jamie stops and raises himself up to kiss Tyler. Re-enacting a previous encounter, Jamie puts both hands on Tyler and has him laying flat on his back while Jamie straddles on top. “What did I tell you last time?” “What do you mean babe?” “No I know you remember, What did I tell you last time” tightening the grip just a bit, Tyler answers. “No cumming until daddy tells me to.” “That’s right baby, no cumming until I tell you to, so that means if you’re about to cum, you tell me immediately okay? Or else there will be punishment to pay.” Removing his hands and replacing them on the bed, Jamie starts to kiss Tyler’s neck and proceeds to suck on his skin making sure he leaves marks on his lover. Jamie then gets up and pulls out a box full of some restraints that he’s dying to use on Tyler. He turns Tyler around on his knees and facing away from him. Jamie then wraps himself around Tyler kissing him from behind as he started to pump Tyler’s cock sending him into a flurry. Tyler was trying to find a place to grab a hold of, but Jamie had other plans. Jamie grabbed the handcuffs from the box and grabbed both of Tyler arms, and put them behind his back. Cuffing him, Jamie keeps his lips on Tyler’s neck. “Is that too tight for you baby?” “No babe, feels just right.” Jamie starts to continue what he was doing before, making Tyler spread himself further into the sheets loving what Jamie was doing to him. “Jamie! Baby you’re gonna make me cum! I’m about to cum!” Jamie then stops his motions and moves Tyler to face him and start sucking on his hardened length again. While Tyler was working his mouth, Jamie pulled out a bottle of lube, getting ready to use it. He pulls Tyler off of him, and turns him around spreading him out on all fours. Jamie then opens up the bottle of lube and starts to squirt the liquid out all over his length, and on Tyler. Jamie crawls behind Tyler and starts to whisper in his ear, “if it’s too much for you to handle just let me know baby. I want you to feel good okay.” Taking a moment, Jamie inserts himself into Tyler, pegging him from behind bareback. He takes his time as they both of them start to moan excessively. Jamie continues to push himself more forward, adding more lube every once in a while to make his insertion easier.

Finally, after achieving to insert himself fulling into Tyler, Jamie starts to thrust. Holding onto Tyler’s cuffed hands, Jamie starts to ease into the pace. “Goddamn Tyler, who knew you’d feel so good on my cock like this. Baby you’re my addiction. How’s it feel now? Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you from behind like this?” Tyler tensing at the new refound pleasure he is met with, he attempts to talk. “Fucking hell Jamie! Goddammit! Ahhh, faster baby! Hell if I can’t walk right in the morning, people will just say it’s my knee, so just do it! Don’t hold back!” The permission Tyler just gave Jamie was like walking into a tigers cage dressed in meat. In an instant, Jamie pulls Tyler up with a hand at his throat and the other at his hips, Jamie takes the open invitation and starts to unleash his inner animal. The pace started moving faster and faster. The bed started to shake and move to the rhythm of the thrusts. “Fu-uu-uu-uck Ja-aa-aa-mi-ie-ee, im go-onna cu-uu-uum no-oo-ow!” Jamie then pulls out, removes the cuffs, repositions Tyler on his back, then recuffs Tyler but moving his hands above his head. Jamie then reinserts himself more easier this time, and goes straight back to work. Jamie was almost at his peak as well, every thrust, every bounce, every slap, he was inching closer and closer. “Goshh...fuckkk...Tyler, you can cum now!” As both boys reach their peaks, they are both dripping in each other’s white colored icing. Jamie pulls himself out and finishes cumming on top of Tyler. Taking a finger, Jamie swipes some of Tyler cum off of his stomach and proceeds to taste. “Sweet, as expected. You’re my sugar rush.” “Lemme get a taste!” Tyler kisses Jamie’s get a taste of himself. To his delight, he finds Jamie’s statement to be true, then decides to take a taste of Jamie. “Heavenly bliss baby.” Jamie does the same to Tyler as he had done to him. “Damn right, it’s very blissful. How do you feel babe?” “Like I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” “Haha I could say the same thing right now.” Jamie gets up and brings a wet rag to clean the both of them up. Afterwards, Jamie throws the rag on the floor somewhere and proceeds to take the hand cuffs off of Tyler. They both then got underneath the sheets and cuddled with each other for a little bit. Tyler looks up at Jamie and proceeds to speak. “I could stay with you forever you know?” “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot.” “I love you.” “I love you to Tyler, so much.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine....

Dominant Erik sees his ex gf at a party/ Dominant Erik and his soft ex gf he lost by being a fuck boi keeps taunting him about how much he can’t have this anymore since she has a new man. Erik is jealous and he has to remind her who Daddy really is

Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT. Dom & Sub play. Voyeurism. Edging. Nasty talk. Jealousy.

“Y/N, get the croissants so you can make those bomb-ass breakfast sandwiches.”

“Which ones? The big ones or the small ones?”

“The big ones.”

Y/N crouches down in a squat to grab four big croissants for her and her roommate, Ivory, to have. She was famous for making the best breakfast sandwiches. Y/N grew up in a southern home with two parents who have their own catering business. She learned to cook at the age of 6, bringing a stool over to the stove, making breakfast and lunch for her younger siblings. Now, her Cali friends can’t shut up about how great of a cook she is. Her friend from UCLA, Tommie, is having a pool party/ tattoo party at her place this evening and she asked Y/N if she could cook some dishes. She didn’t have to worry about the grilled items. Y/N was asked to make curry chicken, barbecued ribs, seafood salad, and potato salad. She already whipped up the salads yesterday so all she had to do was cook the marinated chicken and ribs so they would be fresh and ready to devour.

“I need to get my ass out of this market. If I stay in here I’ll end up spending more money and we still have to pay off the rest of the new furniture set.”

“We have enough saved, let’s splurge,” Ivory spoke while grabbing some junk food.

“The money we have saved is for emergencies, Ivory, like if our cars start fucking up? If some big weather crisis happens and we have to stock up on food for a while?”

“Girl lets live life and stop worrying about money all the damn time. You’ll be graduating next year with your Master's degree.”

Y/N chuckles, “that’s next year though. Did you get the avocados?”

Ivory held up a bag filled with them, “You know I couldn’t forget. We eat these with everything.”

“True,” Y/N stood up, pulling a wedgey from between her ass cheeks.

“One more thing,” Ivory pulled up the list of groceries from her notes in her phone, “Cookies and cream ice cream.”

“And extra Oreos because they don’t put enough in there for me,” Y/N walked to the cart, heading back down the aisle. She spotted the cookies, grabbing two packs of double-stuffed Oreos. Y/N and Ivory made a right outside of the aisle, heading towards the frozen section to grab their tub of ice cream. Ivory was currently texting away with a grin on her face, almost bumping into an Indian couple with their child. Y/N knew she was texting the group chat that included Tommie and herself because her phone kept vibrating in her Louis Vuitton purse sitting in the cart.

“Tommie wants to know if you are bringing your new boo?”

“Terrence? Yeah, I’m bringing him,” Y/N looked up at the signs above the frozen aisles to make sure she was heading towards the correct one.

“Ah, ice cream,” She made a left, Ivory following slowly behind her.

“She also wanted me to let you know that Erik is coming so be prepared.”

“Erik who?” Y/N says while bending over to grab some ice cream. Ivory held the door to the freezer open for her.

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

“All I know is a nigga named Erik who is a fuck boi. The biggest fuck boi ever,” Y/N places the ice cream in the cart, “Ready to checkout?”

Ivory purses her lips, “How long have y’all been broken up? Still ain’t over it?”

“For about...eight months now. Eight months of peace and no drama. He’s irrelevant to me. Every time I hear the name Erik I wanna fight somebody and I’m not the fighting type.”

“Does Terrence know about him?”

Y/N glares at Ivory, “No. why? Should I have mentioned him? I didn’t think I needed to.”

Ivory didn’t say another word until they made it to the car. All things were purchased and bagged up. Y/N opened the trunk with a push of a button, bringing the cart over so she could pass the bags to Ivory. Once the trunk was loaded, Y/N walked the cart to place it with the others. She made her way back, Ivory driving this time since Y/N drove to the market.

“I RATHER BE YOUR B.I.T.C.H CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU GON’ CALL ME WHEN I’M TRIPPING ANYWAY!” Y/N jammed to Megan Thee Stallion’s song that played from Ivory’s iTunes. She grinds her hips in her seat, thick ass and thighs moving, windows rolled down making her top knot curly bun frizzy, and snapping her fingers.

“Aye, you know you can’t control me, baby, you need a real one in your life them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right!” Y/N stuck her tongue out.

“Bitch, who you singing to? Soft Boi Terrence or Fuck Boi Erik?”

“Neither, I’m just singing, girl. Why I gotta be singing to a nigga?” Y/N turned down the music.

“Because, bitch, I peep what you’ve been doing on the GRAM.”

“What have I been doing Ivory?” Y/N asked defensively.

“My girl ain’t so sweet anymore,” Ivory raises both of her brows, “The captions under your pictures? The music you post in your stories? Who are you tryna piss off?”

“I know this ain’t about Erik ain’t shit ass,” Y/N argues while talking with her hands, long acrylic nails swaying like she was ghetto fabulous, “Cuz if it is you can cut this shit out real quick.”

“Let me give you an example,” Ivory clears her throat, “You wish this was still your pussy, HUH?”

“Girl, that’s a quote from a song,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Well, how about, Fuck Boys played out, let’s treat these niggas how they treat us. Y/N, I’m not the only one who’s noticed, girl. And you didn’t unfollow Erik on Instagram. You want him to see all your posts so he can get jealous and miss what he can’t have that’s what you’re doing.”

“What’s wrong with that though?” Y/N shrugs, “He crept around with other bitches, so what’s wrong with me letting him know that he will never find another girl like me? I want him to feel it. Terrence might be soft and sweet but he treats me with respect. Erik just wanted to get his dick wet. He didn’t take what we had seriously, Ivory. I don’t care how fine or how big that nigga dick is he fucked up.”

“OKAY. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just don’t want you to dwell on him. Then, that means he won, right?”

“I don’t want him to win,” Y/N spoke with a pout of her lips, “I want him to remember what he lost, that’s all. I want him to watch me glow up on his big-headed ass.”

“Girl...we both know Erik. We know how he had you running behind him. If that nigga said get on your knees for Daddy, what you gon’ do? GET ON YOUR KNEES!”

“Nah,” Y/N folds her arms over her hefty chest, “Nope. He doesn’t have that power over me anymore-“

“I remember the stories, Y/N. How he taught you to be the best freak. Girl, you can’t just throw that away.”

“Who’s side are you on?” Y/N spoke with rage.

“Nobody’s side. I just know you still have feelings for him, that’s all. Don’t do Terrence like that. He’s just a filler, we both know this.”

“I really like Terrence. He’s the man I should be with, not Erik. My mama warned me about men like Erik. They sweet talk you, fuck you good, then break your heart and move on to the next bitch. She said it with those exact words. I always told myself I would never get with a dude like Erik and here my dumb ass go skipping to a dick appointment and coming out bow-legged.”

Ivory was in a fit of laughter wheezing and clutching her aching belly. Y/N turned the music back up, shaking her head at the fact that she even had to talk about him again. She wanted Erik and everything he did to her out of her mind. It took a while for Y/N to forget the good times. The nights where they laid up under eachother, talking about everything under the sun. The way he kissed her. How hungry he was for her each time he saw her. How he made her body react to him. Made her cum from dick for the first time. Turned her over to the BDSM lifestyle, becoming his 24/7 slut. It was fun, exhilarating, risky, sexy, wild, passionate, but then she found out he has multiple bitches calling him Daddy and submitting to him. That was the last draw. She cut ties with him and he acted like he didn’t give a fuck.

“So I won’t give a fuck,” Y/N held her head high, “I’m gonna enjoy being petty.”

“You’re grown,” Ivory ended it, turning into their apartment complex.

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The Splash party/ Tattoo party will start around 6 PM and would end whenever. Tommie, the host and Y/N’s Instagram Model friend, was currently on the phone with the moon bounce crew about when they would arrive. Ivory and Y/N were in the kitchen taking the shells off of the boiled eggs. The dank smell of weed filtered into the kitchen from out back while Ivory and Y/N continued with the eggs. They had so many to do. Terrence was out back helping Tommie’s boyfriend, DJ, blow up the floaties and other pool accessories. Most of the hot food was in the oven on low heat. The grill master, another friend of theirs, Bryson, was seasoning the meat outside so he could start the grilling process. Y/N didn’t have on her bikini like Ivory and Tommie did. Y/N has a lime green bikini packed away in a holographic tote bag. She had on a pair of elastic waistband pink velvet shorts and a cropped airbrushed T-shirt that read Spoil Me.

“Is that my nigga Erik?!” DJ yells.

Y/N didn’t react, she didn’t flinch or jump to look at him. She continued scooping the yoke out of the middle of the boiled egg whites.

“So, you’re the drink plug then? Where’s the rest of the liquor?”

“In the truck.”

His voice. She hadn’t heard it in about seven months. She forgot how raspy and alluring it was. Now, she was remembering the way he used to talk to her. Instruct her to sit on his dick or suck his dick with no hands.

“We may need to make one more run. You know Tommie’s friends with everybody,” Erik laughs.

That laugh was infectious. Y/N licks her lips, picking up another egg to cut into.

“Who’s here already?” Erik asked.

“Bryson, Ivory, Y/N, and her boyfriend Terrance.”

“Oh, for real? Let me go say wassup.”

Y/N’s breathing quickened. She wondered how her hair looked slicked back in a bun or how thick she looked in her velvet shorts. All thoughts she wished she didn’t have but couldn’t help. Ivory was too busy singing to Ari Lennox that played from her phone to pay attention to Y/N. Footsteps finally settled in the kitchen. Y/N looked up through her lashes, staring at her ex. Erik Stevens. He put on more muscle. Skin a deeper brown from the sun. Dreads in his hair now and not that kinky fro she remembered him having. Orange swim trunks on and a half-buttoned white linen shirt that showed off gold chains hanging from his neck. He was carrying a box filled with dark liquor.

“Sup?” He spoke to both Ivory and Y/N. Y/N didn’t speak.

“Hey, Erik,” Ivory waves to him with a knife in her hand, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good, how about you?”

“Same me, what did you bring for us?” Ivory peered her big brown eyes into his box, “Hennessy, Long Island, D’usse! good choices.”

“More coming too,” Erik smiles. His eyes looking past Ivory’s braided hair to stare at Y/N, “Hey, Pinky.”

He actually called her that. Her hair wasn’t even pink anymore. She went back to her natural dark brown. He said that shit to piss her off.

“Damn, rude ass,” Erik kissed his teeth, “Where you want these at, DJ?”

“Come on, let me show you.”

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“Erik, this is Terrence, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Terrence was taller than Erik and slender. Skin a hickory brown, silky waves in his jet black hair, full lips and sepia eyes. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He has on black and grey striped trunks with no shirt. His body was wet from being in the pool to place the pool lights and floaties.

“Hey, man,” Terrence shook Erik’s hand with his wet one, “Oh, snap!” Terrence pulls a bottle of Hennessy from Erik’s liquor box, “Can we open this now?”

“I don’t care, it’s for everybody,” Erik walks away, sitting the box down on an empty table next to ice buckets that DJ told him was the bar.

“Where do I know you from?” Terrence asked while following Erik to the drink table.

“I’m well known. I’m a party promoter and I own my own night club-“

“OH YEAH. That’s where I know you from. I follow you on Instagram. I’ve been to a few of your parties. Your shit be jumping off, bruh.”

“Thanks.” Erik started taking the bottles out of the box.

“I also know that you and Y/N used to fuck with each other.”

A smile crept up Erik’s lips, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. And let me just say this now before I walk away. Don’t think about speaking to her. She’s with me now. Clearly, she left your ass for a reason. She didn’t tell me exactly who her ex was but she did say he was a cheating ass bitch. Stay away from her, aight?”

“Step off, nigga, before I make you,” Erik’s eyes were dark and menacing. Y/N failed to mention that Erik was dangerous. Killer dangerous, “She ain’t mention how I kill niggas for a living too? Don’t end up on my list tryna defend your bitch. I had her, I know how she feels. Still nice and tight? Still gotta lay the towels down under her big ol’ ass because she squirts too much? Did she mention how I call her Pinky because her hair used to be hot pink and how she sucked on the dick real good?”

Terrence simply scowled at Erik. He looked like he wanted to bust Erik’s head open with one of those liquor bottles but not once did he make a move to correct Erik or hit him. Erik smirks before grabbing the Hennessy bottle from Terence, opening it, and drinking from it in his face. Erik wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes unblinking and murderous.

“Nothing to say? What happened to the tough guy? I like a challenge-“

“Just stay away from her, she doesn’t need you, she got me-“

“Are you insecure, homie? For you to approach me like this right off the back lets me know that you’re afraid I may take her away.”

“I’m not tryna ruin Tommie’s party, homie-“

“Nah, you feel insecure. If you know me then you must know how I get down. Pinky ain’t mention how she used to be my little slut? If I make you my little slut that means you’re still mine.”

“Y’all Aight?!” DJ yells over at Terrence and Erik from the pool, “Y’all niggas ain’t about to fight over Y/N are y’all?”

“NAH,” Erik yells, clapping Terrence on the back, “Just getting to know Terrence more. Decent guy.”

Erik walked away, bumping Terrence’s shoulder so hard he stumbled. Terrence braces himself on the table before looking back at Erik with fury. Once again, Terrence didn’t do shit.

“You know,” Erik takes off his checkered Vans before putting his feet in the water, “Y/N really needs to find a nigga with some backbone next time.”

“What did you say?” DJ asks with a shake of his long dreads, “Did you threaten that nigga, Kill?”

“Nah, he tried to threaten me though. Ain’t work. How long him and Pinky been dealing with each other?”

“Probably for five months. They met through me. Terrence came with me to a house party and next thing I know he and Y/N hitting it off. They exchanged numbers and been down for each other ever since.”

“That shit won’t last,” Erik took a swig of Hennessy, “she still talks about me?”

“No, Erik. That girl doesn’t mention your name, ever.”

“She still thinking about me with all those shady captions she posts on Instagram. She turned into a real gangsta on a nigga,” Erik chuckles, “I know it ain’t because of him.”

“E, DONT act a fool, bruh.”

“She shouldn’t have come. She should have stayed her fine ass home then.”

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Y/N was standing in Tommie’s master bathroom tying the strings to her bikini thong. She grabs her phone from the sink to take a boomerang of her in the bikini for her Instagram story. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but Y/N was intentionally stalling in the bathroom. Other guests already began to pour in and eat the food. The music from the DJ at the pool could be heard all the way in the bathroom, Roddy Rich- The Box playing. Terrence was probably already drunk by the pool since he couldn’t keep a drink out of his hand. Ivory was probably scouting the crowd full of men for someone to potentially take with her back to the apartment later. And Erik...

“Stop thinking about him.” Y/N spoke to herself in the mirror. She sighs, grabbing her matching lime green kimono to put around herself. Y/N headed out of the bathroom, walking down the hall and descending the steps towards the party. The house was empty, everyone out in Tommie’s big yard partying. When Y/N arrived, she smiled wide. This was like a 90’s pool party. Women dancing and walking around in tiny bikinis. Men dunking chicks in the pool or carrying them on their shoulders in the water. Towels laid out in the grass, people sitting on them with plates of food in their hands while others sat on chairs with their knees together to hold their plates of food. Moon bounce in full effect too. Tommie even has a slip n’ slide.

“Baby!” Terrence came over to Y/N with his arms out and an annoyed expression on his face, “Where have you been for the past hour? Sleeping?”

“No, getting dressed,” Y/N bats her lashes innocently, “You aren’t mad at me, are you?”

“Nah, that nigga over there is just irritating me.”

Y/N gave Terrence a perplexed look, “What nigga?”

“Your ex.”

Y/N looked up in time to see Erik surrounded by a group of half-naked women in the pool. They all splashed him, Erik picking one of them up to toss back into the pool. The other who tried to splash him was resting on a flamingo floaty. Erik flips the floaty over, the girl shrieking as she went underwater.

“How did you find out?” Y/N turned her eyes back on Terrence.

“Found a picture of you and him on his Instagram at a party he promoted for.”

Y/N looks away, a guilty expression on her face.

“Why did you hide that from me?”

“You wanna do this right now, Terrence?” Y/N folded her arms, lowering her voice so she wouldn’t cause a scene.

“Just answer the question, he’s gonna be here a while and I have to see his ugly mug until we leave. And Pinky? What’s up with that-“

“WHAT?!” Y/N raised her voice.

“He told me he called you Pinky because you used to have hot pink hair-“

“This conversation is over, Terrence. I didn’t come here to talk about my ex I came here to have fun- AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Y/N was being tossed into the pool. She didn’t have time to prepare herself as the chlorine water burned in her nose. Her hands splashed frantically before she went under again. Gaining her footing, Y/N broke the water surface, coughing with her eyes squeezed shut. Snickering and shouts surrounded her. Y/N finally opens her reddish eyes, staring up at a laughing Erik with his wet muscular body standing over her on the pool edge.

“NEED SOME HELP OUT OF THERE?” He teased.

Y/N was about to charge him until she saw the straps to her bikini top floating in front of her. She screamed, causing more people to laugh. Tommie and a few other girls came over while Y/N held the front of her bikini top tightly so it wouldn’t float away.

“SERIOUSLY, BRUH?!” Terrence was ready to attack Erik but Erik’s friends held him off, trying to calm him down.

“All jokes, Terrence. Y/N is used to it. Falls for the shit every time. Ain’t that right, Pinky?”

Y/N was embarrassed. Finally secured, she swam to the pool ladder, climbing out of it while glaring at Erik with vengeance. Her hair was out of its bun, wet curly hair smoothing down her back. The kimono she wore was currently floating in the pool and her ears were filled with water. She rushed away and back into the house, a finger in her ear swishing around to help get the water out. Y/N almost slips on the tile of the kitchen floor when she made it back inside.

“UGHHHHHH.” She groaned loudly.

“Baby, you Aight? Here,” Terrence held out her fluffy SpongeBob beach towel for her, “I know you’re cold.”

“Thanks, DICK,” Y/N snatched the towel.

“Why the attitude towards me?” Terrence spoke offensively.

“Because I have a feeling you said something to Erik. You knew he was coming, didn’t you? You had an entire speech waiting for him when he arrived? Now, he’s provoked and he will do whatever it takes to piss you and me off. So THANK YOU!!!! I am SO GRATEFUL!”

“Chill out with all of that. Yeah, I did approach him. I told him to keep his focus on everything and everyone else besides you-“

“Why though? You scared he’s gonna come back into my life? That’s a wack nigga move on your end,” Y/N wraps the towel around her waist, “I’m gonna go clear my head. Why don’t you go back out there and stir up some more shit.”

“Y/N!” Terrence yelled out as her back turned. She stomped through the living room, spotting a bottle of Tequila, grabbing it, and walking upstairs to Tommie’s room.

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Y/N was sitting on Tommie’s balcony, staring down at the party with a gloomy expression. Erik was down there partying with his third plate of food in his hand. Ivory was in the pool playing shoulder wars, better known as chicken fight with one of Tommie’s model friends. Bryson was sweating bullets at the grill and Tommie and DJ sat on the pool edge with drinks in their hands. Y/N couldn’t spot Terrence. She didn’t care honestly. Y/N was burning through that bottle of Tequila. She could feel the earth rocking beneath her and her mind drifting in and out like a tide. Y/N stares with blurry eyes at the bottle in her hand. It was almost gone. She rolls her eyes, capping the rest before throwing the bottle on the balcony couch that Tommie has. Y/N stood on wobbly legs, bracing herself on the glass sliding doors before entering the house. She needed to eat but she didn’t want to walk back out there.

Y/N picks up her phone from Tommie’s canopy bed, ready to dial for Tommie but before she could, her phone was buzzing in her hand from an incoming call. She didn’t bother to see who it was, answering the phone anyway.

“He-hello?”

“You tore up already, ma?”

That voice almost made her sober.

“Why the FUCK do you still have my number?”

“Because I can. Where you at?”

“FUCK. YOU.” Y/N spoke with a slurred voice.

“Just tell me where you are so I can come to the rescue like always.”

“No, Fuck Boy, I’d rather lay in my own vomit than be near you for another fucking second you piece of shit.”

“Damn, I really turned you into a Lil’ savage, huh?”

“Erik...I am hanging up.”

Y/N ended the call.

“Sup, Pinky?”

Y/N felt like her body was moving in slow motion. She looked towards the entrance to Tommie’s bedroom. There, in his orange trunks, bare feet and shirtless was Erik himself. He has a plate of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Y/N asked while blinking up at Erik. She felt like her head was spinning.

“Because...I know you still like it. You gon’ always be Pinky to me...my Pinky. Ain’t gon’ never change.”

“What do you think is going to happen for you? You think because you bring me food and water I’m gonna get down on my knees for you? I’m not your submissive anymore, Erik.”

“I’m not here to argue with you I’m here to sober you up, here,” Erik places the plate filled with a burnt hotdog, some cucumber salad, and deviled eggs, “I figured this would be the perfect food to soak up that alcohol. I saw you throwing that bottle back like it was water.”

Y/N didn’t say thank you but she did accept the food. She was starving. Erik sat on the other side of the bed, watching her eat like she was his favorite movie. She ate quickly, burping and all. Y/N grabs the water from the bed, uncapping it before gulping that water down in a rush. She felt better even though she was still tipsy. Her head didn’t spin like before and she could stand with a better center of gravity on her two feet.

“You ain’t gotta thank me. I know your pride won’t let you. You’re welcome anyway.”

“You can go now.” Y/N got up from Tommie’s bed, walking to the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with Listerine.

“I like it up here more,” Erik follows her, his eyes watching her ass sway, “We can catch up and shit.”

“Catch up? Boy-“

“I’m a grown-ass man, Y/N.” Erik cuts her off quickly.

“Fuck Boy’s are little boys to me,” Y/N rolls her eyes at Erik in the mirror, “Now, why don’t you make yourself scarce and leave me the fuck alone, yeah?”

Erik had a glint in his eyes that Y/N would usually flench at but this time she didn’t give a fuck.

“What? I’m being too bratty for you? You want to punish me?” Y/N let out a short suppressed laugh, “Please.”

“Keep talking, watch what I do next.”

“Nothing!” Y/N swished the Listerine around her mouth thoroughly before spitting it out. “You don’t get to tame me again. I’m gonna go to the party, swim, freak dance with all this ass on my boyfriend, and spend time with my friends. You do you, and I’ll do me, okay?”

Y/N rinses out the Listerine cap, twisting it back on the bottle, then walking back to the bedroom. Erik walked out behind her slowly, his hands clenched in fists and his nostrils flared. Y/N ignored him completely, reaching out to grab her phone only to see it vibrating with an incoming call.

“Ah, that’s my man right now,” Y/N picks up the phone to answer it, “Hey, baby,” Y/N looked over at Erik and he was green with envy, “I’m better. I just took a little nap. You know how I can be when I’m tired.”

Erik’s covetous expression didn’t go unnoticed. Y/N got onto the bed slowly, feet swinging behind her while she twirled a piece of her curly hair, putting on a sweet and honeyed voice. She was playing with him. The little minx.

“I’ll be down, Daddy...Mhm, I’m so sorry I was so pissed with you earlier. I just get so angry sometimes...Mhm, I just need some sex that’s all.”

“Y/N...put the phone down, now,” Erik warned her with a quiet rough tone. He steps a little closer.

Y/N rolled over onto her back, “I promise, I’ll be a good girl,” Y/N giggles, “Yes, fuck Erik, I’m your new good girl-“

“Y/N. Do it now before I tear that ass up, girl, I’m not playing with you.” Erik tries to grab her phone but Y/N backs away on her knees, getting out the canopy bed.

“Yes, Daddy, you’re my new Daddy, fuck Erik-“

Her phone was snatched from her hand and placed in his trunks. Y/N shoves Erik away aggressively. That was the wrong move. Erik picked Y/N up, covering her mouth to muffle her screams, walking towards one of Tommie’s bedroom closets since she had two of them, opening it, then stepping inside. He sat her down, finding the light switch in the closet. Erik looks down at Y/N, her chest rising and falling with deep gasping breaths, body backing away into a corner. Erik didn’t blink. He didn’t even speak. His body was pressed firmly against hers, trapping her in the corner. Y/N could only look at either his eyes or his chest. His skin smelled like chlorine and Shea butter.

“Done playing with me?” He spoke finally, “Cuz I didn’t find that shit funny.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Y/N teased, “Jealous that I have a new Daddy to fuck and not you?”

“More like pissed the FUCK off. You had your little rebellious fun for these eight months. Now, I gotta properly get in that ass. Like I said...you done playing with me?”

“No,” Y/N smiles, “You need to hurry up with your I’m still Daddy speech I got a date with my man at the pool-“

“Oh, I’m done talking. You know...talking doesn’t seem to work for you anymore since you turned into a Lil’ savage on a nigga. I gotta use action...”

“Erik, move,” Y/N bumps past him, turning the doorknob only for it to be locked. Confused, Y/N jiggled the knob and twisted it with more force, her upper arm burning from her muscles being worked out. Pausing, Y/N looked from side to side nervously, her hand still on that brass doorknob. Now, she was screaming, practically yanking Tommie’s doorknob. Erik brings a hand around to cover her mouth, pulling her further into the closet, forcefully placing her back against the wall. Y/N still wanted to scream even though Erik’s hand was pressed over her lips. She bites down on one of his fingers, thinking that would help her but it only pissed Erik off more.

“Shut the fuck up with all that noise,” Erik whispered angrily into her ear, “Yelling like a fucking child. SHUT UP.”

“Mmmm!” She tries to speak. Erik’s face was dangerously close to hers.

“Couldn’t get out?” She blinked up into his onyx eyes, “couldn’t escape? How does it feel that you are locked inside of a closet with me right now, Hmm? My Pinky scared?” Erik removes his hand from her mouth, Y/N shaking with fear, “Yell Terrence name. I want you to yell as loud as you can.”

“WHAT-“ she was cut off with a hand around her throat.

“Do. It.” He spoke with a warning before letting her neck go, standing back with his large biceps and triceps crossed over his chest.

Y/N clears her throat but her voice cracked, “TERRENCE?!!”

“Mm-mm. Louder than that.”

“TERRENCE!!!!!!”

Nothing. He was toying with her. Making her yell his name like he would come to the rescue. He was reminding her that she was trapped and the loud music and partying from outside muffled her yells. Y/N was vanquished. Vanquished by the one man she despised.

“Say, Terrence, help me! Help me please!” Erik smirks deviously.

“T-TERRENCE! HE-HELP ME! PLEASE HE-HELP ME!” She felt like an idiot.

Erik presses his ear to the door, “Hmm, no sign of him. I wonder why?” He asked with faux curiosity.

“Because he’s outside, and it’s loud, Erik,” Y/N glares at him.

“Exactly. Good girl...that’s my baby,” Erik jiggles the doorknob, “I peeped that Tommie locks the closet form the outside. No wonder, look at the shit she has in here,” Y/N entertained Erik, looking around on the shelves and the floor. Nothing but boxes filled with home movies, a folded up camcorder, sex toys for men and women, a blow-up doll deflated in the corner, and BDSM toys.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I introduced the homie DJ to this? I’m the one that suggested he spice up sex with Tommie by making her his little slut. It seems like it worked. Don’t you agree Lil’ mama?”

Y/N didn’t respond. She was having flashbacks to how her closet used to look. Exactly like this minus the blow-up doll. Erik purchased her own collection so he wouldn’t have to bring his own from his place. The movies and the camcorder really struck a nerve. All the movies they made, especially Erik’s favorite that involved her first time as his sub, 

Daddy! oh! Daddy! I can’t believe I’m cumming!

Daddy, it’s so big in my little bad girl pussy!

MMM! Yes, Daddy! I’m a little slut! I’m your nasty little slut!

I love sucking your fat dick, Daddy...

It played in her mind. All the sex. All the role play. She couldn’t wipe it out. It was as if someone opened her brain to re-file all her memories of her Daddy, her Sir. To her disappointment, Y/N could feel her pussy growing warm and wet.

“Now, what smart shit do you have to say now?”

“N-nothing,” Y/N slid down the wall and to the floor, “I don’t have anything to say.”

“I know you don’t. Cuz you know if you keep talking I’m gonna pop that ass real good, right?”

Y/N glares at Erik, “Yes.”

“Terrence just let you walk all over him, doesn’t he? That nigga ain’t Daddy don’t make his head swell with false promises, Pinky.”

“STOP calling me that. My hair isn’t even pink anymore. And I’m not your little porn star-“

“You still are. You wanna see something?”

“See WHAT?” Y/N glanced at Erik’s trunks.

“See what will make you remember how much of a porn star you really are for me.”

“I-No, Erik, I don’t,” Y/N’s eyes disobeyed her by looking at his crotch again.

“You do, and you will,” Erik didn’t need to do much, he simply takes his thumbs, hooking them in the waistband of his trunks, and pulling them down so they could cascade around his ankles. His dick was moist from his wet trunks but it still hung heavy like Y/N remembered. Still just as thick and beautiful. Terrence has a little dick compared to Erik’s. That was the dick that made her cum multiple times in one session. That was the dick she would wake up to in her mouth or wait for on her knees at her door when he said he was about to pull up. The dick she would gladly go limp for. The dick that turned her into the best slut. Her Daddy’s dick.

“This is what you still do to me. Still don’t want it?” Erik moves his hips making his dick bounce and twirl.

“Uh-huh,” Y/N spoke with an unsure voice.

“Speak into the mic, Pinky,” Erik jokes, laughing and making Y/N suck her teeth. Erik moves closer to her, his moisturized dick hitting her in the cheek. Y/N reaches out to slap it away but it was like an iron rod; rigid and stiff. Her clit jumped and her pussy squeezed around nothing.

“Go ahead, take all that anger and frustration towards me out on this fat dick.” Y/N could hear him jerking his dick, “Stop playing and suck Daddy’s dick.”

“Fuck,” Y/N whimpers, “I’m so fucking mad at you! I can’t believe I wanna suck your dick right now!”

“I can,” Erik taps his dick on her lip, “Let’s go, mamas.”

“Terrence...he’s-“

“Oh yeah,” Erik crouched down to grab his trunks, pulling out Y/N’s phone, “FaceTime him so he can watch you suck on this dick.”

“ERIK! Nooooo,” Y/N pleaded, “No, I don’t wanna do that to him-“

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT NIGGA,” Erik shoves her phone in her face, “Call that wack nigga right now, or I will.”

“Please,” She was on her knees, eyes watering, “Please, pleaseeeeee I don’t want him to know-“

“Then you’re not Pinky no more. The Pinky I remember used to suck my dick under the table at the restaurant or at the club in VIP. That’s the Pinky I remember. He messed you up, girl,” Erik presses her phone against her cheek, “Call him right now, hear me, girl?”

“UGH, OKAYYYYYYY!” Y/N snatched her phone away, earning her hair getting pulled

“Fuck is wrong with you?!!! I am so disappointed,” He had a mug on his face that scared Y/N, “I got something for you...wait till his face pop up...watch.”

Y/N’s teary eyes looked down at the FaceTime call. It rang twice before Terrence popped up, drunk with another drink in his hand. He was currently waiting to get a tattoo done since the tattoo man and his crew showed up.

“Hey, baby! I thought you said you were coming down?! The tattoo man here! I’m thinking about getting your name.”

“Oh, he’s a quick one,” Erik joked.

“Who is that? And why are you crying, love?”

Y/N’s lip trembled while Erik softly ran his fingers through her hair.

“Are you in a closet? What the fuck is going on with you?” Terrence looked like he was coming to his senses.

“B-Baby, I-I’m sorry. Just break up with me, okay? I-I’m about to do something very bad and-“

“Erik pulls her hair with a warning.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Y/N turned towards Erik on her knees, making sure Terrence could see what she was doing. Her hand wraps around Erik’s girthy meat, shuddering breaths escaping her mouth before her lips pulled him in snugly. She instantly remembered the taste. She hadn’t sucked a dick this big in months so she wasn’t used to the filling her mouth received. Erik could be seen smiling smugly down into the phone while his balls dangled and Y/N’s tight plump lips went back and forth over his dick.

“Y/N!!!!!!!! What the fuck?!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!! You cheating ass bitch!!!!” Terrence gawked at her while she sucked, looking from that phone with her pretty mocha eyes shining with tears and up to stare at Erik. She felt so guilty but having Erik’s dick in her mouth again brought back the good times when she used to suck on her Daddy.

“YEAH! WE ARE DONE! hoe ass bitch.”

He ended the FaceTime.

“Good girl,” Erik fucked her mouth, “That’s my good girl, my good little slut.”

Y/N sucked him while he gave her the dick.

“Now, who is the cheater? You just FaceTimed your boyfriend while sucking your ex’s dick. Shame on you,” Erik made Y/N gag, “On your knees in the closet while sucking me. So nasty, baby, yes, such a slut. Aren’t you a slut?”

Y/N nods her head.

“Good girl, who’s a slut?”

“Me-”

“And who’s slut are you?”

Erik pulls his dick from Y/N’s mouth, “Your slut.”

“Mhm, and who do you answer to?”

“Y-you, Daddy,” Y/N’s eyes were puffy, nose running, mouth drooling.

��Exactly. Now suck my fucking dick like you’re supposed to, slut.”

Y/N went back to pleasing Erik, sucking on him to make up for the lost time. She had to show him that she still had the title for the best dick sucker. Like she didn’t go on a hiatus, her jaws went tight and her throat became a never-ending fuck hole for Erik’s thick slab of meat.

“Why don’t you grab my nuts and play with those too. Don’t leave them hanging, baby. Take all of me.”

Y/N obeyed his command, grabbing Erik’s fat sack with her hands. She massages them, her lips on the tip of his dick now trying to ring him dry.

“That’s it, get it, mamas, yesssss, Mhm, just like before, uh-huh,” Erik’s eyes fluttered, “Fuck, you know how to please me. It was fate having you here. Now, ain’t no running away from me.”

“Mmm-“

“You’re here to stay. Fucking leave me again if you want.”

Y/N could feel Erik’s dick swelling in her mouth. Her plump lips felt sore from stretching them around his dick. 

“Suck that dick for Daddy, a true dick sucker, dump all this cum in your mouth, and you better swallow.”

“mmmm,” Y/N blinked her eyes up at him. She couldn’t do much but mumble.

“Goddamn, what a mouth on you, I trained you so well to deep throat big dicks and you can take the whole damn thing, Daddy loves to fuck your pretty little mouth-”

When Y/N smiled at him with a mouth full of dick Erik erupted in her mouth and Y/N’s pussy got so wet it was dripping on the carpet in the closet. Her submissive throat happily swallowed all of his cum. 

“Slut,” Erik smiled at her.

Y/N pops her mouth off, wiping her chin with the back of her had while trying to catch her breath. There was no going back, she already did what she said she wouldn’t do. Y/N could see Ivory now pointing a finger at her while laughing hysterically. She was on her knees for Erik just like she said she would be. 

“Stand up!” Erik startled her with his booming voice, “Put your leg up on that shelf, let me see that Lil sexy pussy that I haven’t had in months-”

“It’s your own fault, Daddy-”

WHACK!

Erik struck Y/N’s ass painfully before cuffing it so hard his nails sank into her skin. 

“Keep talking back. Keep running your fucking mouth,” WHACK! “Put that goddamn leg up like I said.”

Y/N brought her leg up to one of Tommie’s shelves, adjusting her balance.

“Pull that juicy cheek open so I can see my meal.”

Y/N pulls her left cheek open, revealing her wet, creamy pussy to Erik’s hungry eyes and drooling mouth. 

“Fuck yes. Need some pussy on my tongue like yesterday.”

Erik got down on his knees in the cramped closet, helping Y/N by holding her cheeks wider before his entire mouth gave Y/N one big kiss with a whole lot of tongue and suction. 

“Feed me,” Erik commands, Y/N opening her legs further for Erik to devour her pussy. She moaned sharply, gasps escaping her mouth in a desperate rhythm. His tongue dragged from her tight hole all the way up to her clit. Air was forced from her lungs in agonized gasps. Over and over he dragged his tongue along her engorged folds. Her thighs shook and she could feel her foot slipping from the shelf. Erik held her thigh up further so he could lap her kitty and give it sweet kisses. She could feel herself beginning to squirt because of a little of the clear liquid dripping from her. Erik tasted that, taking his tongue to roll over her clit before he brought his lips together to suck.

“Uhhhhh! Uuuuuuuh!” Y/N sucked in a quick breath, ready to explode but Erik stops. 

Y/N grabs the back of Erik’s head, bringing him closer to her pussy, “Daddy-”

“Don’t fucking touch me before I spank you again. You don’t deserve to cum in Daddy’s mouth. No matter how much I want that sweet pussy in my mouth I gotta discipline you.”

“Pleaseeeee,” Y/N wanted to cry. She was so close. Her cum was about to glaze his fucking face. 

“Nah, fix your bikini and pick up your phone to call Tommie so she can come open this closet.”

“Erik,” Y/N tried to sweet-talk him but he was busy pulling up his trunks. She rolls her eyes, Picking up her phone from the floor, unlocking it, and dialing Tommie’s number. It rang four times and she didn’t answer.

“She’s not answering, see,” Y/N shows Erik her phone. He looked at it nonchalantly.

“Dial it again that girl stays having her phone in her hand-”

“You can finish eating my pussy for me,” Y/N bends over as far as she could go, spreading her cheeks, showing Erik that sad little pussy that needed to be licked up, “See, Daddy? Daddy, please?”

“Get the fuck up.” Erik pulled her up by her arm, “Now dial her fucking number like I said.”

Y/N whimpers, stomping her foot, dialing Tommie again and hoping she wouldn't pick up. To Y/N’s disappointment, Tommie picks up, her voice loudly speaking into the phone because of the music.

“Y/N?! WHERE ARE YOU? TERRENCE STORMED OUT OF HERE.”

“Tommie! can you come to your room, please?!!! I’m locked in your closet!”

“WHAT? WHY?-”

“Just hurry, please??!!!!”

“AIGHT HERE I COME.”

The line ended.

Y/N looked over at a fully clothed Erik, spotting his wet beard and lower lip.

“Uh, Daddy,” Y/N pointed to his chin, “You still have my pussy juices on your face.”

“I know,” Erik looks her up and down,” I'm gon’ keep it there too-”

Tommie opened the door, hazel eyes growing wide and mouth hanging open.

“Oh! this what you were doing, huh?!” She laughs, “Y'all are wild! no wonder why Terrence left ready to cry!”

Y/N stormed out of the bedroom.

“Erik,” Tommie scolded, “Don’t fuck with my girl like that-”

“Mind your business, Tommie,” Erik playfully mushed Tommie before leaving the bedroom as well.

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Y/N relaxed on a floaty in the pool, staring up at the starry sky. She didn’t care that the people around her splashed water or bumped into the floaty. She needed to reflect on what she just did. Erik was currently in the house getting a tattoo of a scorpion with the year 1986 on the back of his left arm. His session would probably take another hour. Y/N wanted to get a tattoo of a crescent moon on the side of her left breast but she felt that if she sat in there near Erik, she would act like even more of a brat. He didn’t deserve to deprive her, she deserved to deprive him. He cheated on her for some other bitch. He should be begging her but Y/N didn’t have it in her to do it. She wanted Erik to control her. 

“Sup, ma?”

Y/N looks down in the pool, her eyes connecting with a guy who looked Ethiopian, thick coily hair wet and dripping onto his forehead. He has full lips with facial hair that didn’t connect, eyes a cinnamon color and a skin smooth and caramel.

“Hello,” Y/N spoke dryly.

“Can I keep you company? I know your man stormed out of here crying about you. You really pissed him off, huh?”

“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked with annoyance.

“Your number if that’s cool,” He tried to put on a smooth voice but it didn’t work, “You look so gloomy with your pretty self.”

“How about you get me a drink,” Y/N needed one.

“I can do that.”

“What’s your name?”

“Aman,” He held out his hand to her, “You?”

“Y/N.” She shook his wet hand.

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“All finished, bro.”

Erik looked at his tattoo in the mirror that was given to him. He was a great tattoo artist. Erik paid him extra, thanking him again after getting it covered up with ointment, before walking away to let the next person have a turn. He needed to get more liquor before the good shit was gone. Heading back outside, Erik spots a group of people huddled around the pool lounge area, shouting and laughing. He walks over and the closer he got, he notices Y/N standing up, removing her swimsuit top, big beautiful, hefty breasts with large chocolate areolas and nipples free for everyone to see. She had everyone gawking at her before she took off running around the pool, breasts rebounding and swaying. She ran past Erik, almost slipping, before making it back to the group that cheered her on like she won a contest. She immediately picked up her bikini top, Tommie tying it back in place for her. Erik crushed the red solo cup in his hand, the ice falling out and landing on his bare toes. He tossed the cup down, squaring his shoulders before walking up to the group. All the dudes over there were looking at her savagely, dicks probably hard as a cement block in their wet trunks. One dude in particular that Erik recognized to be Aman was whispering in her ear, probably telling her how much he would love to suck on those big ass titties all night long; like a damn baby.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!” Ivory spoke with shock, “Okay, your turn Aman.”

Y/N turned to him, Her legs awfully close and her lips just as close as she whispered in his ear, “Truth or Dare.”

“Dare,” Aman spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. Erik crossed his arms over his chest, eyes low and predatory. 

“I dare you to...take a shot off me!”

“Teh, easy.”

Y/N giggled drunkenly, “Let’s see then.”

Someone passed Aman a shot of tequila while Y/N laid back over his lap. Ivory sprinkled some sugar around her navel and squeezed a bit of lemon juice. Aman poured some of the tequila between Y/N’s breasts, watching it drip down. He quickly traced the wet trail with his tongue before licking around her navel to get all the sugar, dipping his tongue in her belly button to get the lemon juice. Everybody shouted, cheering Aman on while Y/N giggled. Erik saw red. He bumped roughly past a few people before pulling Y/N off of Aman, throwing her over his shoulder. Everyone watched stunned as Erik spanked Y/N.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!!!!!!!” Erik barked out in a gruff tone with clenched teeth, “You really enjoy pissing me off I can see that now! WHY ARE YOU LETTING SOME NIGGA LICK ALL OVER YOU-”

“Because I can!” Y/N slaps his back, “Get your hands off me, you don’t own me. Go find that bitch you cheated on me with and fuck her!”

“Let’s go,” Erik heard enough. He stormed away, Y/N kicking and screaming over his shoulder. 

Inside, Erik damn near ran up the stairs with her, finding a guest bedroom, tossing her on the bed, and slamming the door shut. Y/N got off the bed, falling to the floor because she was a little drunk. She laughs, flat out hysterical like a hyena. 

“Get the fuck up,” Erik spoke while shaking his head, “Can’t even hold your damn liquor-”

“Fuck you, yes I can, dumb-dumb,” Y/N got up, stretching out on the bed, “You just ruined my night yet again. I was having fun.”

“Thanks to you, Aman gotta die,” Erik walked over to Y/N slowly, “And as for you, I gotta punish you.”

“You already punished me. You owe me an apology,” Y/N sat up, “Apologize to me for cheating on me. Get on your knees and say how much of a sorry piece of shit you are.”

“Y/N,” Erik pinches the bridge of his nose, “Aight, look...I am sorry. I am so so so so fucking sorry for cheating on you like that and not giving a fuck. I truly apologize. If you wanna hit me, fucking hit me. Do what you gotta do, ma, but I’m not going nowhere. I promise you that. I miss you. You got me hot right now but I miss everything about you, girl. Come on, hit me. After this, you won’t get another chance, baby girl.”

Y/N looked at Erik like he has two heads and four legs.

“Did you hear me?! come on,” Erik held his arms out, “Hit me.”

Y/N got off the bed, walking over towards Erik timidly. She stood before him, looking up at him with low eyes, frizzy curly hair, and no balance what so ever. Erik still has his arms out, ready to take whatever Y/N dished out.

“Y/N-”

SLAP!

Erik’s jaw felt like it disconnected from his face. Y/N put a lot of force into that hit. She gasps, covering her mouth before giggling. 

“Girl-”

SLAP!

She breathed a breath of relief.

“That felt...so good,” Y/N beamed up at him, “Gosh, you don’t know how much I wanted to do that.”

Y/N could see her handprints on Erik’s face. He just looked at her while rubbing his left cheek, a smile slowly creeping up.

“You got hands, girl.”

“Thanks, asshole.”

“I deserved that,” Erik looks down at Y/N’s breasts, “But you dead wrong for showing your titties.”

“It was fun. I’ve never done that before,” Her eyes went down to stare at his crotch that was indeed tented in the front. Those hits turned him on.

“Consider that your last time,” Erik grabs his jaw to flex it before he presses his chest against hers, moving her back towards the bed, “Now take this bikini top off so I can titty fuck you until I bust on your chin.”

Y/N lays back on the bed, removing her bikini top, her heavy titties spilling out. She squeezes them together before twirling her nipples. Erik stood between her legs, pulling his trunks down and stepping out of them. His thick veiny dick stood at attention and bounced up and down as he got onto the bed to straddle her waist. Y/N grabs Erik’s dick, looking up at him with low eyes while he spits on his dick multiple times. Y/N rubbed it in, bringing his dick between her breasts before squeezing it with her copious flesh. Erik started moving his hips, his spit covered dick making squelching noises like he was in Y/N’s pussy.

“That chin is a good place for me to nut on, right, baby girl?”

“Umph, yes. Uhh, my pussy just jumped at that.”

“Good girl,” Erik grunts, “Lick the tip of my dick.”

Y/N flicks her tongue on Erik’s dick while he increased the speed of his hips, Y/N’s body moving back and forth across the bed.

“Fucking sexy,” Erik squeezed her tits more, “Fuck, these big ass titties so tight on my dick.”

“Daddy, please fuck my titties, please cum on my face,” Y/N leans forward to suck on the tip of his dick, “Yes, please, Daddy!”

Erik spits some more, His movements more erratic. Y/N held her mouth open with her tongue hanging out so the tip of Erik’s dick could rub against it. 

“Titties feel so soft and good, girl,” Erik moans, “You like it when Daddy titty fuck you, baby?”

“Yes!” 

“Hmph, fuck!” Erik’s creamy and warm cum landed on Y/N’s chin and lips. Her head came forward, nose a target now and a little on her eyelashes on the left side. She couldn’t believe how much cum came out. 

“goddayum!” Erik removed his dick from between her breasts, grabbing it at the base to slap her nipples with it.

“Can I feel your dick in my pussy now?” Y/N turned around, Arching her back deeply, “I want my pussy fucked so bad right now-”

“Oh, you want a proper workout, huh?” Erik crawled behind her, smacking her clit with his dick, “Thick as fuck. You want me all in that phat silky pussy?”

“Umph, Yes!” Y/N pops her pussy back on Erik’s dick, “Daddy give it to me-”

“Bounce that ass back on me,” Erik thrust forward inside of her, shallow grunts escaping his mouth. He really missed how tight and wet she is, “Fuck this fat dick-”

“Like this, Daddy?” Y/N sat up on her elbows to look back at him with her cum stained face, “Right fucking there, ahhhhhhh,” Y/N threw that ass back knowing Erik would catch it, “Right here...right here...get it good, fuck, Daddy.”

“Nah, you better fuck this dick. Move that phat butt,” Erik was still on his knees watching Y/N fuck him. She spread her legs, bringing one knee to her chest, grabbing the sheets, and went to town on his fat pipe. She used all the power she has to fuck him herself. sweating and sucking air through her teeth, Y/N could feel herself squirting. Erik’s dick slips out, Y/N’s hips still moving as her pussy steadily poured until it did nothing but drip. 

“All this thickness is killing me,” Erik slaps her ass while sliding his dick back inside, “Mmm, mmm, yummy.”

Y/N could feel every stroke because she was super wet. Erik showed her no mercy on her pussy. All he wanted to do to Y/N was beat it up. He arched her again, Y/N letting out unsteady breaths.

“You feel where I’m at?” He was deep in her belly.

“In my fucking stomach, ugh,” Y/N could feel her pussy creaming all over his dick, “This is what I want. I want to be a wet mess for Daddy.”

“You knew Daddy needed this sexy pussy to fuck and fill with all this dick and cum over and over. That ass... damnnnnn,” Erik swats her ass while hammering her pussy, “Good bitch, give Daddy that pussy! Good girl, get that dick!”

short little spurts of air escaped Y/N’s lungs as she cums on Erik's dick. She couldn’t breathe. Panting and gasping, Y/N could feel Erik reach around to grab her neck with his nose in her hair. Y/N held onto his arm around her neck while Erik battered her sugar walls. Her mouth fell open, Erik’s fingers sliding inside. Y/N wasn’t in her body anymore, not even when Erik slowed it down to purposefully give her sharp and quick thrusts before stopping. Each surprise thrust made Y/N suck in a panting breath. Erik’s fat dick got even fatter, her pussy lips spreading to accommodate his rapid growth. She felt his lips sucking on her jaw, her pussy like a waterfall. 

“F-Fuckkkkkkk, oh my God, fuckkkkk, ugh, yeah, mhm,” Erik still stroked while he nuts inside of her, Take it...take it...” He whispered, “Fucking take it like I said.”

Y/N licked between Erik’s fingers, her eyes rolled back. 

“Good girl, give Daddy that pussy, bitch...let Daddy get in that pussy, slut...enjoy that dick.” Erik’s dick was squashed between her walls while he spoke in a subdued voice in her ear. Y/N melted around him, “You love letting Daddy fuck your pussy...you love having a dick in you...you be feeling so good, right?”

“Umph,” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. That squirt made her pussy extra sensitive. Erik would not stop fucking her pussy. Her hand went back to push at his hips, Erik responding by pushing his hips in further. 

“Fuck, Daddy, you got me so weak.”

“Just cum one more time for me. You already made a big ass mess might as well give me more,” Erik spoke quietly in Y/N’s ear. 

“Fuckkkk,” Y/N’s head fell forward, “Yessssss.” She gave him one final messy release before falling flat on her belly. Erik’s dick slips out, his eyes watching all his nut fall out to add to the big puddle Y/N already made.

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• ROHAN WASTI•

IG info/bio: @/niceguyroasti | 175k followers | Just here for a bit of fun 🤹🏽‍♂️! They don’t call me the brown handstand king for nuthin, mate 🎪🤸🏽‍♂️

(23) 25 (26) years old

From Wolverhampton, England

Before you ask...no he’s never met Liam Payne but Rohan’s sure he’s a great lad. (He was asked this question in one of his lives, he secretly thinks it was talia from one of her secret burner stan accounts lol) He’s got a nice tune with a boogie w da hoodie that he likes??

Anyways...he’s of Pakistani heritage

His mother used to work for a printing press company until she along with 15 other employees were laid off back in Sargodha

She was out of work for months becoming a stay at home mom (which his father initially wanted) 

While his father continued in ironwork

They uprooted their family to the uk two years later after Rohan’s father also got laid off

Rohan was about 7 years old when they moved to Wolverhampton

he picked up on the English language faster than his parents

Always a quick learner

He has two younger brothers

Who are really his cousins/friends of the family that his parents brought home from Pakistan after their parents passed in a tragic accident

he was eleven years old when he met them at the airport and was super excited to have sibs! & even encouraged his mom to let him buy them something they would like sort of like a ice breaker which they seemed to appreciate 😭

His parents wanted him to major in software engineering or any form of engineering really but that quickly became a “hell no” vs “hell yeah” after those courses started to rot his brain?

So what does he do? He decides he’s gonna major in psychology instead!

That seems more of his speed? Kinda? As long as he’s not dealing with that hardware shit then that’s cool with him tbh

Psych held more of his interest since he doesn’t have a issue with the whole science aspect tied into it but it’s deff lengthy and can be draining sometimes too

He doesn’t psychoanalyze everything like our girl marisol does

marisol will be like “hmm...you’re distributing narcissistic behavior based on your superego more than your ego ya know?”

but Rohan will either think it or think nothing of it and just continue to go with the flow lol. He’s that kinda guy

Why was he majoring in this in the first place? Just to say he had the degree in something maybe?

He’s 50/50 thinking he’ll just get the degree he’s halfway there but he really wants to be part of the circus

And now has circus themed tatts that he’s proud of thank u

Always had the obsession with all that comes with the circus, he had his paternal grandfather to thank for that

His grandfather used to juggle along with other forms of entertainment but mostly juggling on the street back in Pakistan to earn $ since there were a lack of jobs

The atmosphere there also was what got him into doing handstands cause why tf not

You can absolutely guess that the acrobats, trapeze acts, and tightrope entertainers are his favorites to watch

His parents just assumed it was a hobby of his and never took him serious even tho he openly said growing up that’s something he would like to do in life

He now understands the purpose of “freak shows” even tho he can honestly say those parts of the circus used to terrify him until he learned that not everyone is the same and there should be no shame in that

He will train on the side until he finishes his degree to make his parents happy but he knows he truly belongs in the circus and that’s where he will be someday whether his parents approve or not— after all this is his life

Lives on campus and is currently looking for a flat off campus to share with a roommate or two (he thought about asking jake & Tim but decided against it FOR NOW)

Mostly had temporary and odd jobs to get by each semester, has not had a steady job due to fully being a full-time student

He’s tried to be a full time student and full time employee (working as a package delivery man) just to burn himself out and never attempted to be a part time employee. It was not something he could handle sorry

His mother spoils him...he’s a bit of a mama’s boy

When it comes to relationships, it never seems to be what he thinks it is? One moment things are going great then the next he’s in the friend zone so he’s never quite sure where he stands with his significant others?

Which is why he thinks it’s safe to always start off in the friend zone or unintentionally puts those who have interest in him in the friend zone because that’s what’s comfortable to him

however if he’s really into you & you’re showing that you’re into him but it’s causal dating or whatever u want to call it? & you up and decide to pick the other over him catching him off guard he’s gonna be in his feelings about it 100% ex.) how he picked erikah over mc the 2nd time around and felt some type of way when erikah hopped on reeses dck

he wants communication even if it’s hard

and he wants someone to love unconditionally and for them to love him back

Definitely likes to sweep his loves off their feet

Especially when he’s kissing! The whole dipping you while you kiss, hand on the small of your back, or hands gripping your waist while he’s pressed up against you. Probably likes to bend you over things or have you pressed up against objects as well—Sign me tf up

I feel like he’s always warm and his hands are surprisingly soft with how many handstands he does in a damn day

He purchases hand moisturizing gloves

can always hold his own weight

enjoys core exercises

Will carry you on his back or his shoulders if you need to see better at festivals/concerts

He’s sexually fluid

It’s canon/hinted that something went on between him & jake when mc walked in that we missed by a few seconds or even a minute but I do think he’s attracted/was to jake and it’s canon that jake is bi bby

Plus he got excited when mc suggested that he’d date jake if jake doesn’t find someone in the villa so BOOM 🤗

Always active as a kid trying to do flips and shit likes he’s doing parkour much like Bobby ending up with bruises, scrapes, and surprisingly no broken bones? Well maybe scratch that last bit out...He did crack his head open a little bit once giving his mother a heart attack but his mother doesn’t dare speak of it — haram!

Loves his sleeveless shirts and silver thick chains

Keeps a five o’clock shadow + might grow a little stubble here and there, feels like it’s part of his signature look

Won’t grow a full beard due to the racism/prejudice he witnessed his father, grandfather, uncles, and cousins go thru!

Will spend coin on some aftershave, none of that cheap shit when it comes to that! Sorry he takes pride in his facial area

probably went thru a mild case of cystic acne when puberty hit & had some insecure moments when it comes to his appearance & still has moments where it’ll hit even tho he beat it thanks to some remedies but tries his best not to let it get to him

He knows how to manage his $ but can splurge every now and then but will never showcase what he has — that’s v corny to him to be overly flashy. He’s looking at y’all @/leggy @/jasper/@/miles

Doesn’t take high quality photos of himself, it’s always zoomed in or extra zoomed in photos—yup he’s got that type of feed

Regrets putting mc in the friend zone & wishes he put more effort in making things work with erikah

But slowly learned to be happy that she’s with Reese even if he wasn’t at first. He really thought there could have been something for him & erikah

he secretly thinks their “relationship” is superficial & based off of shallowness and lust. What else do they have? Nothing that he could have given her but what’s the point in being bitter over this?

Reese is a shit stirrer that thinks he can get anything he wants because of the way he looks & if he knows outside info that he can use again you, he WILL

& erikah? He doesn’t know where her head is at majority of the time. She likes to throw rocks then acts like she didn’t mean to do it but why do it in the first place if you didn’t mean to? + she seems to lose interest fast if they don’t fit her standards besides their physical appearance...yeah Rohan caught all of that

So did she even genuinely like him or want to besides what he brought to the table physically? Who knows

He just thinks people deserve their chance at happiness and he possibly could have had it if he wasn’t standing in his own way...and he absolutely won’t stand in anyone else’s way if they don’t see potential happiness with him

He’s cool with cherry but deep down he knew there wouldn’t be anything long term between him & her after some time. She’s a beautiful/hot girl but she wasn’t his type + he didn’t like how she portrayed herself in the villa even tho she claims there was more than what meets the eye when it comes to her

she proved that to him which she didn’t HAVE to!!! outside of the house and they actually remained friends unlike the now growing distance he has with erikah

I cannoned that him and Hannah give it a go. I think they’d be cute together? She told him from the moment they met at a festival that they were now dating after they ended up holding hands but he didn’t take her seriously since she was a little drunk?

She messaged him two days later asking him when they were going on their date and that was enough for him to give it a go

They only lasted for a couple of months since they outgrew each other slowly but surely. ‘Not all things are temporary,’ he had to remind himself

It was no bad blood thankfully and they continued to be friends with him wishing her well on her new relationship with Carl. He was genuinely happy for her as he always was for his friends

Cannot cook for shit but makes the best coffee with cinnamon & cardamom

once tried to make Aloo Chaat but with a twist! With the use of Potato Skins instead! for a family dinner party and his mum almost sent him home due to the insults his father spewed at rohan trying to fool them all that it was his wife who prepared such a thing

It is evident that his father only enjoys his wife’s cooking

he still makes it for himself when he’s starving despite what his father thinks

Is fluent in Urdu, English came second

Never ashamed of his culture although his father thinks he is...

His fav shows are misfits + the IT crowd and he is currently watching & enjoying truth seekers + mr. selfridge since Tim recommended it to him ofc

his fav American show is the challenge

when asked what his fav American movie is, he got dragged since ppl assumed it would be the greatest showman but he can’t take all the singing...musicals aren’t his thing sorry

But he’ll bust out a rap only if Tim & jake are around, he rarely does it alone

Even looked into producing music for fun but never took THAT seriously

closest with jake & Tim, doesn’t have much of a relationship with the other lads 🤷🏽‍♀️ but there’s no real beef with anyone he knows how to let shit go

But you’ll never catch him having a chat with Reese or following him back on ig. What they had to say to each other was already said and done so?

If erikah agrees to get engaged to Reese, he’s happy for her but cordial to him

if she doesn’t end up with Reese, he’ll be her shoulder to lean on if she needs it

his love language is physical touch with a splash of acts of service

Commonly sleeps curled up, his mum says he was like that in the womb as well—(same dude)

He’s probably a good 5’9 - 5’7 on bad days

Is he a Pisces? Idk

His signature cologne is probably Antaeus by Chanel which is described to have notes of: lemon, lime, coriander and sage w. A blend of thyme, basil and rose

Loves black pepper, specifically garlic, onion, black pepper, and sea salt all mixed together

has a vitiligo spot on the right side of his lower spine that is commonly covered with the waistband of whatever bottoms he has on

has a pogo stick

Wants to go skydiving next, has gone bungee jumping—which was such a adrenaline rush!!!

probably knows a few tips on how to survive in the wild or if the apocalypse hits...you can never be too sure

If he ever gets a pet he might get something like: Satanic Leaf tailed Gecko, Kinkajou, or a Pac-Man frog. He likes being different okay

he actually enjoyed season 3 despite the negative remarks made about it. It was “different” basically drama free which was a shocker knowing how production likes to take things take a shot every time ro explains his decisions/opinions as such lol

BUT he won’t go as far to say he liked it better than his season yet he did enjoy keeping up with it. He def has a crush on iona, aj, vieve, Camilo & tai

Yasmin actually joined one of his lives, which he doesn’t do too often but he couldn’t sleep one night and thought he’d give it a go. She’s quite nice & quiet but he ultimately felt calm around her + they bonded over bohemian lifestyle & his love for the circus + a little about their cultures

Long term goals? He doesn’t have a set timeline of when he wants everything to happen because pressure is not fun

but he wants to be in love and loved back, wants to be married, wants to have kids, wants to try out the circus for awhile and if that doesn’t work out he can always fall back on his psych degree—he just wants to be happy and share that with someone, that’s one of the biggest adventures he can possibly have

His anthem = Blxst, “No Love Lost”

[thorne93]

The Stars Made Us (Part 23)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2638

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence​​​​​​​, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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Another day of practical training and you were observing in the courtyard on the sidelines. Mordo was instructing everyone but Stephen just wasn’t getting the hang of it. After several minutes, The Ancient One stepped into the area and requested she be alone with Stephen. Mordo obliged and the class followed him inside. You stayed off to the side, watching. 

“My hands,” Stephen said in defeat.

“It’s not about your hands,” she countered.

“How is this not about my hands?” he defied.

“Master Hamir?” she requested. 

Master Hamir exposed his hand, and then an arm with no hand. He was able to cast the magic and spells, with no hand at all. This clearly dispelled all of Stephens’ preconceived notions of his failings. 

“Thank you, Master Hamir. You cannot beat a river into submission. You have to surrender to its current, and use its power as your own,” she advised.

“I… I control it by surrendering control? That doesn’t make any sense,” he said, the frustration clear in his tone. It was the same frustration you heard every night when you tried to teach him, or after every session he had with Mordo and he wasn’t any better than before.

“Not everything does. Not everything has to,” she insisted firmly. “Your intellect has taken you far in life. But it will take you no further. Surrender, Stephen. Silence your ego and your power will rise. Come with me,” she ordered as she formed a portal. 

The two of them walked through and you frowned. You went down a few steps to see where they’d gone. It looked snowy. 

Suddenly you heard her say, “Surrender, Stephen, and then she returned… by herself and the portal closed. 

Your eyes went wide as your heart raced. You ran forward to stand beside her. 

“Wha--Where is Stephen?” you asked, panicking. 

“On top of Mount Everest.” 

“Mount Everest? Oh, okay. Uh, and how is he supposed to get back?” you wondered, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. 

“On his own. He must surrender to the power, just as you did.” 

“That’s different, I just focused really hard.”

“You downplay your intellect and your abilities to everyone you know. It isn’t a nice characteristic, Y/N,” she noted. “You didn’t just focus, you believe in a power bigger than yourself. When you found out you had a mate, you didn’t doubt it for a moment.”

“Well no, why should I?” 

“Why Indeed. Stephen needs to gain the same faith and courage you do. That’s all.”

“What if he freezes to death in the meantime?” 

She didn’t respond, her eyes trained forward as Mordo came down, asking about the new recruit. You stood between the two, wringing your hands nervously, your chest tightening as you waited. You didn’t have a sling ring on. You couldn’t get to him. Besides, even if you did, maybe this tough love exercise is what he needed.

After another ion seemed to pass, finally, a spark outlined tunnel opened and Stephen fell through. You fell to your knees, your hands going all over him to ensure he was alright. He held onto you, relishing in your body heat. He felt positively ice cold. But he did it. 

You were so proud of him, you hugged him tightly. 

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As soon as he got a hot bath, he asked you to help cut his hair. He was ready to move on, and this was a symbol of moving on. He was done with the pity party. You helped cut his hair much shorter to his liking, and quite honestly to yours. Then you worked on shaving him, but when you got to his chin, he stopped you, telling you to leave it. Once you wiped away the cream, he worked some trimmers over the leftover goatee and mustache. 

“Damn, Strange, you clean up nicely.”

He smirked. 

“Is this how you looked at the hospital?”

“No facial hair,” he noted, “but for the most part, yes.” 

“I like it,” you said sincerely, with no hint of jest. You nodded as you admired him from the side. “It suits you, very well.” 

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After a while, he wanted to progress in the program much more quickly. He requested books on astral projection from Wong, but he refused. Being a tempestuous, he broke into the library via portals and took the books he wanted. 

As Wong had said, no knowledge is forbidden. 

Before long, Stephen was starting to read in his sleep. He used his astral form to take up the knowledge while he rested, giving him 24 hour access to literature he needed. 

Things progress quickly for him regarding his sorcery. Meanwhile, you read from the library, took notes leisurely, shopped in the nearby markets, and watched Stephen. Watching him learn was like watching Mozart write concerto. Once or twice he caught you staring at him. 

“Didn’t anyone tell you it wasn’t polite to stare?” he deadpanned.

You smirked and laughed, turning back to your laptop to write another email to Charles. When you weren’t looking, Stephen smiled to himself as well. 

One day, you were in the library, getting Stephen’s next round of books, but he was busy training for the day, so you thought you’d get a jump start on them. He ended up training well into the evening and you fell asleep at the table in the library. 

When he couldn’t find you, he got concerned, only for one of the other students to call to his attention that you were in the library. The two of them walked over and she pointed at you. Stephen was relieved to see you. He walked up and admired you for a moment. 

Not just how peaceful you looked but what you meant to him. You had once said that out of everyone he knew, colleagues, friends, everyone, you were the only one to stay. Even Christine up and left after one too many Strange Tantrums. Not only did you stay, but you fulfilled every role he needed in his life at the drop of a hat. Maid, cook, nurse, friend, confidant. You convinced him to come here, you trained with him every night, and you didn’t have to. You could’ve let him come on his own, face it by himself. You could’ve left once he got settled in. You could’ve done your own business while he trained. 

But you were with him every step of the way. And while Christine was nice, and bent over backward for him, she wasn’t you. She didn’t risk a relationship with another soulmate, just to save someone else. You did though. You were wholesome, good, and kind. You were tender, but firm. Fierce, but soft. Loving, but 

And he was in love with you. 

He picked you up and you groaned, your head lolling back as he carried you bridal style across the courtyard to your bedroom. He got you undressed and crawled in bed beside you. He wrapped his arm around you, feeling the love and freedom wash over him. 

Now, he just hoped you felt the same. 

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He informed you that the Ancient One said that if she told him any more than he didn’t already know, that he’d run from the temple in terror. You said that was an odd thing to say, but perhaps they guarded many secrets of the world. But it did make you wonder what exactly was going on.

Stephen had moved into the more physical part of his training - learning to fight. 

You , as always, sat in the corner of the courtyard sipping tea, reading, and observing Stephen as he trained. This never made him feel put on the spot or insecure. Quite the opposite, as a lover of all things that stroked his ego, he quite liked having an audience. 

You studied him, his movements, what Mordo had taught him and other masters. And just like with the magic, you trained every night with him. Sometimes Mordo even allowed you to train with the other students because he felt self-defense is good general knowledge. 

One morning, you were getting ready to go to the kitchen to grab lunch with Stephen. As you started to walk out, Stephen said, “Uh, hold on, one sec.” 

“Why? Something wrong?” you asked, your brows furrowing. 

“No, no. Uh, how would you feel about going out to eat?” he asked. 

“Sure, where were you thinking?” you wondered. 

“How about dinner on the beaches of Bora Bora?” he inquired as he opened a portal and before you was the most magnificent sight you’d ever seen. Pinks and blues paint the sky as a warm, inviting beach had gentle waves lapping on the beach. The salty mist of the ocean wafted in at you through the open portal. 

A table with two chairs and candles were directly in focus of you. 

You turned to him in awe. “I--Are we allowed?” you wondered.

‘Yes, I actually asked permission,” he informed. 

“You? Asking permission? I’m in disbelief.” 

He rolled his eyes while smiling. “Would you like to join me or not?” he questioned, knowing full well you did. 

“Yes,” you quietly answered. 

The two of you walked through the gateway, and the smell of the ocean hit you, making you feel relaxed instantly. Stephen walked you over to the table, pulled a chair out for you, then took a seat himself. 

“How exactly did you manage to pull all of this off?” you wondered. 

“I called down here, after getting permission from the Ancient One, and informed them we’d like a beach side reservation for two at this time.” 

“How did you know I’d say yes?” 

“You’re a hopeless romantic, that’s how,” he informed with a smirk that made his eyes light up and you couldn’t argue with him. 

“What did you say to the Ancient One?” you asked as a waiter came by to fill your glasses with lemon water. “How did you convince her to let us come here?” 

He bobbed his head. “I promised to stop opening gateways in the library to steal from Wong. And, Kamar-Taj isn’t a prison, Y/N, we can leave anytime we like. Or you, should you desire to leave at any point. We’re allowed to leave the temple.”

“Well yes, but using your sorcery for frivolous trips like this …”

“I may have also mentioned how… trying I’ve been to you. How awful I was when you first arrived at my apartment and how I have yet to make up for all the things you’ve done for me. Knowing that we’re soulmates and that you and I haven't done anything else to upset the balance at Kamar-Taj--”

“Other than you stealing library books. I told you not to do that. I order you to give those back,” you reminded sternly. 

“Right, other than my petty borrowing, we have been perfect students. She didn’t see any reason why we couldn’t steal away for an hour or two.” 

“That was very kind of her, and thoughtful of you. Thank you for this.” 

He made a face of dismissiveness. “Oh, it’s nothing.” 

You shook your head, laughing. “Is it nothing because you’ve been here with another girl, perhaps? A repeat offender?”

“Are you trying to see if I’ve taken Christine here?” he asked, eyeing the menu.

“Her, or any one else.” 

“To assuage your jealousy, no. I’ve never taken anyone here. Christine and I never left New York together, let alone go anywhere exotic. No, I’ve actually been here by myself. A little graduation present from my family.”

“Oh, that must’ve been nice. A family vacation out here.” 

“Wasn’t a family vacation. They sent me alone.” 

“Oh,” you said, sounding sorrowful and embarrassed. 

He put down his menu. “It’s okay, Y/N. You had no way of knowing. But yes, my family and I are not close. They’re rich and after the passing of my sister, we all grew rather distant.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“Well, it’s been many years now. Let’s not dwell on it,” he encouraged with a smile. “So, what looks good to you?”

“Uh, a lot, actually,” you said, picking up the menu. 

“Same. Typically, the only tough choices I ever have are ordering from a menu,” he mused. 

“Really? What about letting me stay? Was that a tough choice?” 

“I didn’t choose that, you barged it,” he retorted with a bit of whimsy.

“Oh, like you couldn’t stop me or call the cops. You wanted me to stay. Why I’m not sure. I mean, I know now why you were so upset, but back then… why did you let me stay?”

He let out a small sigh, setting his menu down. “Because, for some inexplicable reason, the moment I saw you, I felt… better… whole.. I’m not entirely sure. When I was with Christine or any other woman for that matter, I never felt as if… I wanted to let them in. I never wanted them to see me weak, fail, hear about my past, my family. Any of it. When Christine tried to care for me, I resented her for it. I didn’t want her or anyone else to know how broken I was, inside and out. But for some reason, when you saw me, I looked in your eyes and sort of thought ‘everything’s going to be okay’.”

Somehow, you’d leaned close into him at the table, getting enraptured in him. 

“I knew you weren’t going to think less of me, and since I was at rock bottom when you met me, I thought the only place I could go is up. For some reason, I took a leap of faith with you that I’d never done with anyone else. You seem to make me do that. Do things I wouldn’t normally do, take risks I wouldn’t normally take. Believe in things I never thought possible.”

“I had no idea I had that effect on you. I thought it was only me,” you noted in amazement.

“Well you do, and while I haven’t said officially, I do want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I hope I can return the favor one day.”

“I hope you return the favor for many days,” you breathed. The second it was out of your mouth you realized what you had said, and the implications behind it. 

The more time you spent with Stephen, the more complicated things were with you and Charles. You loved both of these men, equally. Both were set to complete your soul. But you knew one day, you’d have to choose. One man for one lifetime, that’s how it worked, right?

One day, you would have to pick a man to live with, marry, spend the rest of your life with. 

How do you do that when one half of your heart loves one, and the other half loves the other? 

“I do too,” he said with a bit of a grin. 

The two of you ordered and chit-chatted about his training. Eventually conversation flowed into your younger years of college and friends. You had told him about Jenny, a topic that really hadn’t surfaced much. You couldn’t imagine what Jenny would think of your life right now. You made a note to reach out to her to see what she was up to. She was giddy with excitement when she found out you had one soulmate, when she found out you had two, she would absolutely flip. 

He told you funny stories about the OR, you told him some wild stories about your patients. The two of you seemed to be in stitches all night before returning to the temple to go back to the daily grind of training, but the rest of the day, you spent it as if you were in a honeymoon phase.

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((AN:  here’s a little story I wrote with my girl Kenny at @kuberish‘s Flams!  More details in the tags, but I hope y’all enjoy!))

Flams squinted at himself in the mirror.  Damn, he’d been pushed around before...but he looked a little too riled.  He grabbed a towel hanging to one side of the sink and dabbed off the water he’d splashed on his face.  Huffing, the redhead brushed his hands through his bun, and readjusted his hair. He relaxed, his face melding back into its casual, sleepy smile.  There. That looked better, though, he leaned forwards and tilted his chin, running a finger along the underside of his eye...the golden sheen his eyes had was dimming.  Not to mention the dark circles...bad signs, he’d have to get to bed early tonight.  

“What the hell was that?”  

“Hm?”  his eyes trailed down to the counter.  Flams rolled his eyes, smirking at the human settled on the side of the sink.  Kenny’s arms were crossed, her lips pulled into a sneer. “What was what?” Flams tilted his head.  

“That!”  Kenny threw her arms out, as though Flams was to know what she meant.  He lifted a brow. Kenny’s hands dropped, and she threw her head back with an agitated groan, running her hands through her small, dark bun.  “The-the guy! Who just came in here, pushed you around! What the hell was that?!”  

“What, the customer?”  he shrugged, “He’s just lookin’ for a tussle.  Better stick to being the bigger person,” Flams blinked.  Kenny’s expression shifted to a scowl as she thrust a finger at him.  

“That’s bullshit!”  the human barked. She paced a moment, and Flams couldn’t help but smirk.  For such a little thing, she had so much spite and fire in her… He crossed his arms and waited for her to continue.  “You don’t-you can’t let people push you around like that! Then, those guys, they don’t fucking stop! The hell, you’re a giant!  You’re not-you fucking can’t take that shit!”

“Awwh~,” Flams crooned, lowering himself so he was eye level with Kenny.  The dark-skinned woman flinched, olive eyes widening. “Are you...worried about me, toffee?”  Chuckling, Flams barely reacted as Kenny lifted a hand and flashed him a very crude hand gesture.  

“The hell I am!  I’m just-if you get pushed around like that, it-...I could get tangled up in that mess, asshole!  Got a hard enough time living with your greedy ass, I don’t need another big fucker bossin’ me around, or tryin’ to grab me every other fuckin’ day because I taste good!”  She let out another groan, storming away from him before turning around and approaching his face. Flams crossed his eyes, nose wrinkling as a tiny hand whacked at him. “And that’s for making me worry-!”  Flams lifted a brow, and Kenny whacked him again, harder. “Not about you! About me!”  

“Hm, well if you’re so worried about him, maybe you should go talk to the guy yourself...yelling at me ain’t doing you much good, is it?”

Kenny huffed, but said nothing while he pulled away from the counter.  She stalked along the back of the wooden surface, headed for a little rope ladder attached to the edge.  Flams never understood why she insisted on moving around all on her own… But if she wasn’t willing to ask, he was more than willing to remind her she could always hitch a ride.  With a chuckle, he reached over to the little human, and snagged her by the back of her tiny sweater. Kenny snarled, kicking her legs as Flams lifted her up and plopped her into his hand.  He curled his fingers, barring the brat a chance to run.  

“Going my way?”  he asked, turning into the hallway.

“I was going back to my place!”  Kenny snapped, her voice getting quieter as Flams lowered his hand to his chest.  He didn’t miss the feeling of a little fist punching his fluff but chose to ignore it.  “And I didn’t need your help!”  

Once he reached the entrance to Kenny’s little mouse hole home, Flams knelt and lowered his hand to the ground.  As usual, Kenny scrambled out, quick to brush herself off and shoot him a withering glare. Had she been a little bigger than his thumb, Flams might have been intimidated.  Instead, he shook his head and rolled his eyes again. “I’m gonna start supper,” he called as he straightened. “Stew with potatoes and beef… If you don’t wanna end up in it, make sure you’re clear before I get myself a bowl, yeah?”

“Fuck off!”

Ah, the sound of her insults made Flams’ heart sing.  His special way of knowing Kenny was still alive and kicking…  He lumbered to his kitchen, an eye trailing to the only window in his apartment.  It’d started snowing...perfect day for stew. Humming, Flams began to assemble the ingredients for dinner.  Stock, potatoes, some meat...all chopped and combined with the proper spices in his biggest pot for a good and hardy meal.  Perfect for a snowy day…

--

In hindsight, he should have been keeping a close eye on the ground..  Or anything but the food as he cooked. But, Flams didn’t return to Kenny’s little hidey hole until dinner was finished and he was ready to call her out.  

“All right, if you got out all your rage, dinner’s done,” he hummed and wrapped his knuckled against the wall.  His eyes trailed the little hole Kenny used as an entryway, waiting for her to step out. She didn’t. Flams frowned, knocking the wall again.  Maybe she was being stubborn. Made sense, knowing Kenny...he’d learned that much in their time together. That, and she was very, very prone to smack him.  

A few moments passed.  No movement. Flams blinked, a hand moving to his chin.  “C’mon, Kenny-it’s gonna get cold. You can pout later,” he lowered himself further, face pressed into the floor.  His eyes swept over the crawlspace. Kenny was nowhere in sight. Frowning, Flams pulled back and straightened. The hell was she?  He turned towards the counter, glancing over them. In his attempt to make catching Kenny easier when he wanted a wiggly snack, he kept them fairly clean...meaning it was easy for him to tell she wasn’t there.  

Flams rubbed his neck.  Where else did she tend to hide?  Normally...the counters were her first go-to.  Maybe she was under some of the cabinets? Deciding to be safe rather than sorry, Flams stepped to a counter and opened it.  Nothing. He opened another, and another...by the time he’d opened and searched all the counters, Flams felt worry pool in his stomach, swirling and heavy as though he’d downed a tub of lard.

Slowly, he took in a deep breath.  If he couldn’t see Kenny, maybe he could sniff her out.  He stepped away from the cabinets, hesitated, and took a deep breath through his nose.  Gods damn it all, Kenny’s coffee smell was everywhere.  Part of the problem with having a human for a roommate...especially one with such a distinct flavor.  Flams meandered around the kitchen, sniffing and smelling whatever he could...it did little good. After a moment, he paused, shaking his head.  He was...being ridiculous. Kenny-she’d done well on her own for...years, at his best guess. Right? Surely-...surely she hadn’t done anything too brash.  

But then, she’d catapulted herself over a pot of hot soup...and ran under his feet to try and get out of getting caught…  There was the one time she’d submerged herself in a milk jug to try and hide from him. Flams’ head drooped. The kid was fucked.  That was all there was to it; she was fucked, and he’d fucked up. He let out a sigh, bringing his hands to his face.  

Wait.  He took in another breath and turned towards the door.  He sniffed. It smelled fresh, more fresh than any of the other scent trails.  His worry began to bubble in his gut. Flams grabbed his doorknob and opened the door.  He inhaled. Just as he’d feared, there was a smell of coffee in the air. Faint, but it was enough to get the fire giant in gear.  Flams grabbed his coat and boots, continuing his deep breaths. There was a definite path towards the exit of the apartment building.  

“God damn it, toffee,” he mumbled, following the smell outside.  

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Kenny grimaced as another gust of wind forced her eyes closed, and her face was buffeted with more snowflakes.  The snow was a couple inches now, and crunched beneath the soles of her homemade shoes… Surprisingly, leather did not do well in wet conditions.  With her arms wrapped around herself, Kenny took another staggering step forward. Where was Dragon’s Den Lane again?  

She looked around, hissing as her eyes began to water.  Still, she pressed on, hand wrapped around the human-sized potion bottle in her hand.  Living in a warlock’s house gave her easy access to a lot of useful magical supplies...so finding a magical sort of laxative wasn’t too out of the question.  Kenny liked to keep some of it on hand for Flams, in case they got too friendly with each other, but after the incident this morning felt like a much better use of her resources.  

Truthfully, she wasn’t sure why she cared so much about what someone said to Flams.  He was a big boy. He could handle himself… Yet something about the way Flams shrugged off the guy as he screamed and barked threats about his home made her stomach churn.  For some godforsaken reason, she couldn’t stand just seeing him so...so idle. So calm.  

A scowl overtook her face and she stopped to rub at her arms.  Right, now wasn’t the time to get lost in her emotions… She was out in the elements now.  Needed to keep an eye out for other giants, and most importantly, an eye out for the right direction.  Kenny took a moment to puff air into her cupped hands before returning them to her pockets. How far had she gotten from the building?  Glancing behind her, Kenny realized a figure was approaching her. Quickly.  

She grimaced and looked around for a place to huddle down.  Giant already on her tail...figured, with her luck. Kenny whipped around, now headed for a bush.  Crouching beneath it sheltered her from the open, and helped block the wind… Still, staying still didn’t help her stay warm.  Shivers began to wrack her body, and Kenny drew into herself as she pressed against the bush’s damp wood.  

Footsteps rembled the ground, and Kenny struggled to stay balanced.  It didn’t take long for the figure’s feet to come into view. Kenny squinted.  She recognized those boots… Before she could call out to him, Flams stopped. His shadow overtook the bush, nearly leaving Kenny in complete darkness until his face descended into view.  Well, what of his face Kenny could see through the bush branches.  

“Thank god…”  Heat puffed against Kenny’s quivering form, and a part of her relished it.  The other part of her recoiled, glaring up at him.  

“The-...wh-what th-...the fuck-why’re you….wh-why are you here?”  she hissed, sneering at the redhead. Her shaky voice seemed to alert Flams of something, what it was Kenny had no idea.  Regardless, she curled into herself all the more, trying to avoid the wind and elements around her.  

“I came out looking for you,” Flams scoffed.  Kenny growled, pulling herself away from him. “You didn’t tell me you were headed out…”

“I-I do-don’-don’t n-need to!”  Kenny barked. She bit her tongue to try and quell her shivers, but it did little good.  A particularly strong gust of wind made them worsen ten fold, and she curled into a ball.  Pins and needles were beginning to prick her fingers...Kenny worried if she didn’t move soon, she wouldn’t be able to move at all.  

“Alright, we’ll talk about this later...for now,” Flams seemed to shift, and Kenny felt something move close.  She yelped, and tried to scramble out of reach, but she couldn’t stop Flams’ hand from closing around her. Despite trying her best to fight him, Kenny’s limbs were heavy...she was so tired, and Flams was so warm.  When Flams’ fingers unfurled and let the wind in again, Kenny had to fight the part of her that wanted to burrow into the digits.  

Flams’ face hovered before Kenny, and she looked into the eye she could see the best.  Around her frazzled and soaked reflection, she saw...an emotion. Something she couldn’t quite place, that she hadn’t seen since she’d been home with her mom.  Flams didn’t give her time to ponder the expression. Her gaze jolted down to a set of lips, not an unfamiliar sight, but one that drove a spike into Kenny’s middle.  

“N-no, F-Flams-!”  she tried to argue, protest, anything to get the big oaf to lower her…  It didn’t do any good. Flams’ fingers tilted, forcing her to slide downward and towards the opening of flesh and bone.  Even still, Kenny couldn’t help but melt into the warmth of Flams’ maw. As if it was denying her any sense of pride, Kenny’s body slumped into Flams’ tongue when it slid out to collect her.  So warm...soft… Her eyes fluttered a moment.  

She hardly noticed as the tongue withdrew from the open air, and pulled her back into the living cavern.  For once, Flams’ lips closed behind her, sealing her from the usual light his teeth provided...and blocking out the wind from outside.  Kenny shoved at the squishy muscle beneath her. It retaliated by sliming up her front, coating her with a hefty amount of drool. Kenny tried to shove it away from her face, only to have the uneven surface glide over her again, ushering her away from Flams’ teeth.  

Kenny groaned, collapsing on her front.  The muscular floor lifted, squishing Kenny against something hard.  She was drenched with more drool, and could feel the bristle-like bumps of Flams’ tongue brushing against her.  A low rumble filled the room, something like a purr mixed with thunder...a sign Flams was enjoying her taste. Bastard.  

As she was rolled and rocked around Flams’ mouth, though, Kenny began to warm up.  Heat began to crawl along her skin, prickling at the cold that had gnawed through her clothes…  She didn’t need Flams knowing that. So, she squirmed as best she could, hissing at her giant captor.  

“Uh-fucking-FLAMS!” Kenny tried to protest the sloshing and slippery ride she found herself on. Focusing was difficult, though, without a solid and stable position to collect her thoughts.  It wasn’t until everything stilled she could formulate a full phrase. “Let me out, asshole!” Her fists pounded Flams’ tongue, squishing and squelching the muscle.

Flams responded without a grunt like sound, the action tousling Kenny’s hair and pitching her forwards.  At the least, his lips parted, illuminating the organic cavern around Kenny. She squinted and scowled at the pink, fleshy sight of Flams’ innards… A part of her hated how accurate her mental image of the slobbery room was.  Experience did that to a person, she supposed… While the look to the outside was welcoming, fresh air began to invade the space around Kenny, and she hunkered back before realizing what she’d done. She shivered.

Through the gap of Flams’ jaws, Kenny could see the entrance to the hotel.  Slowly, she shuffled forward and towards the gap of his teeth. The wind grew stronger, ripping through the warm coating of saliva coating Kenny.  She grimaced, though she didn’t have time to move out of the way before Flams’ tongue lifted again, and slid her back to the middle of his mouth.

“Hey!”

“Mh-nod tho fatht…” Flams murmured, his voice rolling around Kenny, thunder clapping through the slobbery rain around her. “Yer nod oudda da woodth…”

She sneered. “Like hell I'm not!  I was fine, didn't need your-HEY!”  Flams didn't seem to care what she didn’t need, as his tongue lifted again, and flicked...enough power to send her spiraling backwards and into his throat.  Kenny didn’t get a chance to fight him this time. She flopped into the opening to his throat, and after a moment’s pause was gulped down with a horribly familiar GLRK.

The trip down was hot, tight, and uncomfortable as always...but soon enough, she freefell from Flams’ throat and plopped into his stomach…  It was a dark and dreary room, illuminated by a kind of natural light… The orange hue reminded Kenny of a campfire, and Flams’ always smoky smell only helped further drive the point.  She could hear Flams muttering his strange magic, and the air in the room thinned, becoming much more breathable, and far less acrid.  

“Like I was sayin’,” Flams’ voice made the room quiver as it boomed around Kenny. “You’re not outta the woods yet… The hell were you thinking, going out like that?”

Kenny huffed. She detected something strange in Flams’ voice…  There was his normal, snarky tone-....but something else, too. Something softer.  She wrinkled her nose, unsure how to take the new emotion as she replied.  

“I was fine, asshat...just gonna show you how it’s done, make you stand up for yourself and not be a pushover.”

Flams was quiet. In the meantime, Kenny got to her feet and staggered to the nearest stomach wall. Once she was settled, she felt Flams shift, heard the muffled noise of keys. Sounded like he was back at his place…. Kenny slouched back into the stomach lining, flexing her now warm fingers.  It was good being able to feel them again…

When Flams spoke up again, his voice was quieter.

“Ya’ don’t gotta stand up for me, kid. I’m fine.”

“Like hell you were!” Kenny retaliated.  She hesitated, adding: “That wasn’t just for you, either!  That guy keeps coming back and pushing you around, he could get me!  I was just protecting myself…” Yeah, that was it. She wasn’t doing that all for Flams...right?

Flams was quiet.   Very quiet. Then, the floor beneath Kenny jumped, and Kenny snarled.  Kenny could barely make out the sound of a laugh bellowing around her.

“HEY, KNOCK IT OFF!”

“Hah-eh?”  Flams calmed, and the jumping ceased.  “Sorry...but you’re stuck there for a bit… I caught you, so it meets the conditions of our little deal…~.”

“De-...deal?!” Kenny barked.  He couldn’t be serious, the deal didn’t include things like this-she hadn’t been borrowing anything!  “The hell with the deal! I wasn’t fucking in the house-wasn’t even taking anything!” She balled her fists.  

“Never said you had to be in the house~. Just that I had to catch ya.  ‘Sides, your little stunt made me almost burn dinner… So, you’re in tum out.”

Kenny sneered, rolling her eyes.  Greedy bastard…. Still, she decided to settle back as best she could.  Fighting now wasn’t going to get her anywhere, and truthfully, her limbs felt too heavy to try.  Around her, the stomach walls churned and pulsed at a slow and relaxed pace. The asshole wasn’t moving any more.  Probably resting while he kept her locked up… Kenny scowled, crossing her arms as she leaned back.  

A yawn bubbled out of her.  In the heat of the moment, Kenny hadn’t realized how much the run outside wore on her.  She stretched, rolling her shoulders as her eyes fluttered closed. While she was here, she supposed a nap was in order.  This was the only time she didn’t have to worry about Flams making a fucking surprise appearance, have him decide to loom behind her like a shadow.  Here, she could relax a little more. Here, no one could bother her...not even Flams. Funny.  

“Gettin’ comfy, toffee?”

“Up yours, Red…”

“Mhmm~”

She could almost see the grin Flams was wearing…  Stupid, giant, greedy bastard. “Keep the smug act up, see what happens…”    

“Ah yes, because I’m so scared of what my tiny little roommate has in store for me~...”

“Flams, I swear to god-”

“Alright alright,” Flams chuckled, and Kenny scowled.  “Take your nap...you can come after me after we’re both good and rested, yeah?” “Hmph…”  Kenny grunted, rolling over so she could lay against Flams’ stomach more comfortably.  “Fuck you, Red…”

Flams said nothing, but Kenny could feel the snarky tone even without a reply.  Still, she slouched into Flams and allowed her breathing to regulate. A nap was sounding better by the minute…  And during her nap, she could dream all the ways to enact her revenge…  

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SWEET TOOTH

A/N: So I saw a post from @wakandascrystal that said “hear me out,  (Y/N) got 4 older brothers who won’t hesitate to end a nigga life if they try anything with their baby sister..but The short yellow off the shoulder dress (Y/N) got on at the neighborhood cookout got Erik ready to risk it all.” LIGHT BULB. Don't worry. I got her permission and she wanted to be tagged so here it is. There are also links in this piece so watch for bold and italicized font. 

A/A/N: So, this is still a reader and Erik one shot but you will go by the nickname “Sweets” and “Baby Girl”...oh and your last name is Moore.

WARNING: Contains drug use, swearing, sexual puns, angst, and fluff

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Nite and Day by Al B. Sure!

  It was a hot July day where the neighbor was holding its 50th Annual Block Party. There was old school music playing loudly, children in swimwear running around with water toys, mothers bringing tons a food down to the eating area and men playing games like dominos, spades, and poker. The smoke of the grills filling the air making people even more hungry. At one home, a young man stood on the porch in a crisp white tee, tan cargos and white running shoes with a chain with a ring, another with a gold ankh and a matching watch on his wrist. He dreads were tossed to the left and he had a Budweiser in his right hand. He was with his long term friend Ron who looked like Odell Beckham with no tattoos and short hair. 

    “It’s good to have you back, E. Real talk. You been gone for too long” Ron said as he rolled a blunt and began to smoke. Erik sipped his beer and said “yeah, decided to visit my real family. My Aunt is like my moms now, T is like that annoying ass big brother that think he know everything and princess was showing me some sneakers she making for me. They coo.” What he didn’t mention was the scars he had for ever kill were removed and how he was dead for like a week and brought back to life by his genius cousin and also that he had royal blood in his veins.

 Erik saw a group of four men walking to a house across the way; the Moore Brothers. From left to right, there was Darnell, Andre, Mitchell, and Junior. “Welp, there goes the Nigga Turtles”, Erik said before Ron laughed. “Yeah, they keep getting bigger to keep niggas away from Baby Girl.” Speaking of, a white Nissan Altima pulled up passed the orange sign that cut off the street and parked; that’s when Erik saw her as if they were in slow motion. Her skin was a bronze glow that glittered in the sun. Her 4c curls resembled a cloud that framed her round, babyface with big roasted chestnut eyes that can hold heat in them. She finally walked from the driver side to show her figure. Her off the shoulder yellow dress hugged her thick body oh so well. Her curves screamed ‘look at me’. Her breasts were sitting at attention and her behind was like a chocolate peach. She showed off her legs in a pair of wedges and her golden chain read ‘Sweets’. The back of her right shoulder was home to an adorable baby jaguar tattoo. 

   “There’s our Baby Girl”, Darnell said getting her families attention. She opened up her arms to her mother and father with a smile receiving hugs then her brothers waited for their turn. Erik watched as he placed his hands in his pockets and when he saw them walking in their home, Baby Girl, walking behind, he whistled. She looked around and finally saw Erik. He nodded at her with a smirk and she waved small with a wink before walking in. “Cuh, you must got a death wish or somethin’. You know damn well them negroes do not play ‘bout their sister.” Erik turned to his friend with a chuckle. “Ron, aint no one scared of them muthafuckas, dawg. You talking to a man who has killed at least 2,351 people around the world. I’m a Navy Vet, they should be scared of me.”

   “E, they don’t care about that shit. To them, you still Lean Bean to them,” Ron said as he smoked. Erik cringed at how he used to look and said: “Why you gotta bring up old shit for, huh?” He turned back to the street to see Nat and Baby Girl walking down the street with trays of food. Erik smiled and walked down catching up to him as Ron followed. “How y’all ladies doing”, E asked making her smile. “We good. How about you? Long-time, no see, E”, she said with her brow raised. “Eh, I’ve been good but who told you to get thick on me, looking a cute fine apple”, he said with a smirk. “Good one, E. But I can say the same about you”; they smiled at each other.

   He looked behind to see that the brothers were nowhere in sight. Erik got closer and she said “getting a little close there. You don’t wanna get in trouble by my brothers, do you?” He chuckled and said, “I ain’t worried about them.” When he was about to wrap his arm around her neck, he felt a palm on his chest and they looked to see it was the Moore Brothers and Sweets rolled her eyes. “Well, well, well. If it ain’t Lean Bean all grown up. What you tryna do”, Darnell asked as he signaled Mitchell to remove his hand. “Guys, we were just talking and besides, I’m not a baby anymore. I can handle myself”, Y/N said making everyone look at her. Erik held her hands up with a chuckle and said “y’all heard her. She can handle herself.” Darnell’s eyes cut to him then he said to Andre “get the food” and signaled Junior to flung her over his shoulder. Darnell said “that was strike two. First was whistling at her. We watching you, Lean. Bean”. They walked into the crowd but Sweets and Erik’s eyes were still on each other. Ron looked to Erik who stood with a look in his eyes like he wasn’t about to give up. Erik started walking and said  “that gives me one more strike. I love a good ol’ challenge.”

“Fuck. This is like high school all over again”, Ron said following him. Erik saw Baby Girl being put down, fixing her dress, poking each brother in her chest and taking the food from them walking away; the brothers walked the other way. “I need you to cover me. I’m going in”, Erik said to Ron. He saw her in the food area, dropping off the food and stood by her. “You okay, Sweets”, he asked and she looked up to him. “My bad. I’m good. I just wished they would stop babying me. I’m gonna be thirty soon for God sake.” Erik nodded, started to caress her arm and said “I get it. You the only the girl and you the baby. You gotta put yo foot down, Baby Girl, if you want them to respect you. I mean you are a grown-ass woman after all.” 

   She looked up at his face and grinned as he did the same. They noticed how the music was turned down so she took his hand into hers and made their way onto the curb with everyone else. The neighborhood got into a huge oval and the leader of the block with her family stood in the middle; she had a headset microphone. “Good afternoon, neighborhood. I just wanted to thank everyone who has come out and brought out many dishes to this affair. I have a few announcements to make beforehand though. I would like to congratulate the new addition to the Smith Family. Jeremiah Richard Smith was born at seven pounds and 8 ounces.” Everyone cheered and Erik leaned into Y/N’s ear and said “that’ll be ours one day”; she grinned. The leader continued with “and also congratulations to the neighborhood’s favorite baby girl, Y/N “Sweets” Moore for her grand opening last week of her own bakery called ‘Baby Girl’s Sweets’ located in the Crenshaw Mall. We are very proud of you”. Everyone applauds and the smile on her face lit Erik’s whole world. 

  “And finally, we would like to welcome back Mr. Erik Stevens for his safe trip back home from being in the Navy and from his home country of Wakanda.” Everyone cheered and laughed as he took a cheesy bow. “Now, everyone please bow your heads and join hands as we go into prayer.” Everyone did so but before Erik did, he looked across the way to see the Moore Brothers with joined hands and death stared across the way. It reminded him of the US Movie and he could have sworn he heard the horror version of ‘I Got Five on It’ somewhere. Y/N looked up to him and caressed his beard, saying “E, it’s ok. Look down”; he did what he was told after she kissed his cheek.

“Lord Jesus, our brother, be with us today. Bless our happy gathering, and bless this meal that we share. Protect us all, and help us to grow in your love. Lord Jesus, we praise your holy name forever. In Jesus Name, Amen.” Everyone started to make their plates and Y/N with Erik made theirs the same; grilled chicken, mac n cheese, greens, potato salad, and cornbread with cups of her Koolaid. Erik asked, “so, how the bakery doing?” She sipped her drink after she ate a chunk of mac n cheese. “It’s actually really good. My folks have been spreading the word getting me noticed. Even ABC 7 came down. You should come and try some of my cake.” Erik looked at her as she ate again and said “why try some? I want the whole thing.” She looked at him and scooted closer to him. “Be careful. You may get a sweet tooth.” He took her soft hand and kissed it. “Girl, I’ve had a sweet tooth for years now”, he said smoothly and she blushed with her cute nose wrinkled. Nat and Ron came to the table with plates and drinks were dead silent.

  “How the food, y’all”, Darnel asked with a smile and cup in his hand, sipping. “Good”, Nat and Ron said but Baby Girl and Erik only looked at one another until Junior and Andre pulled her seat far away and place their seats between them. “Yeah, Ms. Richards did the damn thing with the mac and cheese,” said Mitchell as he pulled up a seat next to their sister and began eating his plate. “Boy, if you don’t stop smacking in my ear, Ima hurt you”, she said ith her brow raised that made E smile. As the group ate, Erik and she would steal looks at one another. As Junior and she talked, Erik sipped from his cup, noticing Darnell looking at him. Nigga staring too damn hard but I got something for all of them, he thought to himself, leaning back into his chair with a smirk.

  “So, Baby Girl, when can I try that cake of yours?” Everyone at the table looked at him and she answered “anytime you would like. But, I should warn you. It will be the best cake you have ever had and ever will”, she said. “I would love to have some right now if you don’t mind”, he said and with that, she stood, looking at him with a grin of her own. “Coming. Right. Up.” She looked at Nat and they made their way to the dessert table. Erik watched her with a grin and his head slightly tilted. “Strike Three”, Andre said and Darnell added, “you think you slick, huh nigga? Tryna fuck with our baby girl like we ain’t here. That's aight. Let’s go.” The brothers stood and Ron looked at E. “Cuh, you a dead man. Real talk.” 

  “Man, shut yo ass up,” E said looking into his friend’s soul. After dessert, the group sat and talked for a little but there was no sign of the brothers anywhere. Erik and Sweets talked and laughed until the announcer said “aight, calling all men. It is time for the basketball game and Andre & Darnell volunteered to be captains. They will call their other four members one by one. Winners get a $50 Visa gift card.” They all applaud and Andre started to read off names. “Aight, so I choose Junior Moore, Toni M. Montell, Chad Jordan, and Ronald D. Duke.” Erik, Y/N, and Nat looked at Ron who stood slowly walking towards his team confused. Darnell said “on my team. I chose Mitchell Moore, Wolf Thomas, Erik ‘Lean Bean’ Stevens and Daniel Bryant.” Baby Girl looked at Erik and shrugged as he stood making his way. 

  Two hoops were across from one another a couple yards away and the guys were preparing themselves. Y/N stood in front since she was tad short and Erik slid his shirt off, making her lips part. He looked at her and walked over to her with shirt in hand. “Hold this for me, yeah”, he winked and kissed her head. The game was going and it was tied 20 - 20. Darnell’s team actually got along, like if they were family. They cracked jokes and played fought on the sidelines like nothing happened...or was it? There were two minutes left in the game and the opposite team missed the shot but Erik took the rebound. He ran down court being guarded by Mitchell. He looked over at Baby Girl with a smirk and right when he was about to shoot it, Mitchell hit him with a hard elbow to the nose resulting him to fall hard to the ground: he still made the shot. 

  Mitchell, Junior, Darnell and Andre ran to Erik as the others watched and aimed to attack him. Darnell hit him with a left hook, Erik did the same and Baby Girl screamed “stop it! Leave him alone.” She slipped out her mother’s hands and stood in front of the flying hands which stopped. “Y/N ‘SWEETS’ MOORE, GETCHO LIL ASS OUT THE WAY, NOW. HE AIN’T NO GOOD. WE PROTECTING YOU”, said Darnell but she said “NO! I CARE ABOUT HIM TOO MUCH AND HERE Y’ALL ARE! THE FUCK Y’ALL JUMPING HIM FOR! Y’ALL ACTING LIKE A GROUP OF PUSSY ASS NIGGAS! What y’all couldn’t do one on one or something? He did nothing to y’all but y’all being such fucking idiots that you think you’re protecting me but you’re actually hurting me!” The brothers looked at her and as Darnell reached his hand out, she pushed aside and smacked him with the black side of her right hand. He covered his jaw as his mother pulled them out the street. “Team Andre is disqualified. Team Darnel is the winners.” The crowd went away from the drama and back to the party. 

   Y/N stood in front of him with nose dripping blood and his head held up. “E, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know what to do to make this better.” He snatched his shirt out of her hand and held it to his nose. “Don’t bother. Ima just catch you later”, he walked off and heard muffled crying behind. He wanted to stop and hold her but his feet wouldn’t let him. He was in Ron’s house, lying on the couch with an ice pack to his face and eyes closed. “She tried to help, E”, Ron said and Erik said “I know, Ron. But the Moores are right. I ain’t good for her. I wasn’t back then and I’m damn sure not now.” 

“E, she don’t give a fuck so why should you? I mean Sweets smacked the dog shit outta her brother and told them off. She didn’t deserve what you did,” Ron said and Erik sat up looking at Ron as he sat in his armchair. “You right. I guess I’ll go apologize since my nose stopped bleeding.” Erik went into the bathroom to see his nose slightly swollen and had a scar on it. He grabbed a band-aid to place on top and took a few aspirins, he put on a black shirt and walked out the door to the dance floor. The sky had gotten dark and the street lights were on. “Hey, Stevens. Wait up”, Darnell said but Erik kept walking. The Moores rand and stood in front of him making him stop. “What the fuck y’all want? Y’all tryna try and jump me again,” he asked and Darnel sighed. 

   “We sorry, man. I mean, we can be a bit protective but what you expect? We got a baby sister and this shit hard. She ain’t little anymore and we just don’t want her to get hurt”, Mitchell said. “Yeah, we just tryna make sure she good but I guess she can make her own decisions”, added Junior. Andre had his arms folded and said: “Y/N is literally our world and we just don’t want to see her cry.”

“But we made her cry because we tried to kick ya ass. We hate seeing her cry and all. We apologize and if it means anything, we think you cool. The laughing we did earlier was real. You a cool ass nigga, Lean Bean. No hard feelings”, Darnel said and reached his hand out. Erik looked at them all and took his hand into his shaking it. “If y’all don’t mind, Ima go to apologize to my girl”, he said walking to Y/N who back was turned. He tapped her shoulder and she looked up to him. “E, I’m really, really sorry. I didn-”, she said before his thumb grazed her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I mean. I shouldn’t have been mad at you. Sweets, I love you a lot. I’ve always had.” His lips touched hers in a peck then eventually, as “Nite and Day” by Al B. Sure played through the air, the kiss got needy and intimate with fireworks popping in the background.

𝕊𝕀𝕏 𝕐𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕊 𝕃𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ

   It was late July when Erik walked into a huge bakery in jeans, a black tee and matching sneakers Shuri gifted him. He went to the counter to the cashier who had a big smile. “Hi, sir. How can I help you today?” Erik nodded and said, “yeah, lemme get a slice of the famous Sweetie double chocolate cake, a whole Lean Bean pie and lemme get a cute four-year-old Hershey Kiss.” With that, he heard a pair of little feet running to him. He felt a pull at his jeans and a cute little girl with her curly hair pulled into a pineapple style. She wore a pair of jeans with a cute chef jacket and a mini pink apron. “Hi, daddy”, she said smiling up at him. He picked her up and said “hey, baby girl. Where my kisses”, he asked and she kissed all over his face. “That’s more like it. Now, who told you that you can look cute pineapple today?”

  “Her mommy did”, a voice from behind the counter said. It was Y/N in a similar outfit and hair as their daughter, Mariah. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly making Mariah giggle. “Are y’all on break now,” he asked Mariah and she nodded hard and fast making them laugh. He sat her down in his lap as Y/N stood at the counter with her cashier. Mariah pulled down his bottom lip and he said “uh, baby girl. What you doing?”

“Momma told me about the stowy of when y’all fell in love and I’m making suwe youw teeth awe okay.” He looked at his daughter confused until she asked “daddy, do you still have a sweet tooth?” He chuckled and looked at his wife. “I will always have a sweet tooth, baby girl.” Sweets looked at them as he looked up at her and they winked at each other with a smile.

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Okay let’s talk about The Scene™

So lemme preface this by saying that I know there are a lot of you out there who are just happy to have SOMETHING and would rather just take it for what it is, and that’s totally fine, I get it. Part of me would love to do the same, but.... if you’ve been following this blog for more than a millisecond, you already know that’s not how I roll. ;-)

I’m going to break down the scene moment by moment and give my thoughts along the way. Join me, won’t you?

For starters, let’s set the scene. It’s after the battle, winter is officially over, all the dead have been burned (you know, that famous Northern tradition...?). Sansa has a good sob over Theon’s corpse. Remember how I said a few days ago that they were just playing hot potato with Sansa at this point, passing her around all the eligible bachelors of Winterfell? WELL...

Next we cut to the Great Hall where things are kind of... awkward? Everyone’s just kinda sitting around, keeping to themselves... Jon is sitting between Sansa and Dany and staring at Dany with these dumb puppy eyes, which, lbr, sums up his whole character. 

Now you know how Ghost feels, ya dick...

Sandor is doing what he does best -- sitting by himself, stuffing his face with booze and (presumably) chicken. Gendry asks him if he’s seen Arya, and apparently Sandor knows that they boned?? How?? Who the hell would have told him that? Melisandre? Anyway, Sandor throws him shade for wanting to get some puss so soon after the battle and it’s like... Bro, maybe YOU need to get laid too JUST SAYIN.

Dany decides to liven up the party by announcing that Gendry is now legitimized and the Lord of Storm’s End... thereby making him a contender for the Iron Throne lmao you dumbass. Everyone raises their goblets to Gendry Baratheon, and Sandor’s like “whatevs” and goes back to his chikin cuz he a rude boi boi.

Meanwhile, Sansa exchanges a pointed look with Tyrion and I have no idea what it was supposed to mean but I am sure there was like two paragraphs of “subtext” in D&D’s script about it that we were supposed to magically pick up on.

Tormund then raises his horn to the Dragon Queen, but Dany (rightly) counters by raising a toast to Arya, “the hero of Winterfell”. Sandor’s only slightly more impressed by this.

“Okay I’ll give ya that one--BUUURRRRRP.”

Sansa is all smiles but then she looks over at Dany and she stops smiling and gets up and leaves without explanation and inexplicably disappears UNTILLLLLL...

Tormund hits on Brienne but she swerves him, and Jaime gets up to follow her, and we all know they’re going to do it. Tormund is heartbroken, so naturally he pours his heart out to his BFF... Sandor. This is the second time tonight Sandor is listening to a guy lament about his sex life. Naturally Sandor is annoyed af. 

He’s seriously considering jumping into the hearth rn...

Tormund gets over Brienne pretty quick, though, when a couple of Northern groupies approach the table and are like WILD THANG I THINK I LOVE YOU and he’s like SOLD! 

Meanwhile, we finally see Sansa again, standing somewhere nearby watching all this like:

Again, I must reiterate that we haven’t seen Sansa since she randomly left the table after looking at Dany like 5 minutes ago. Is this where she’s been? Has she been discreetly watching Sandor this whole time??

Tormund’s like YOU COMIN’ CLEGANE? And Sandor like NOPE still got some drinking to do. So Tormund fucks off with his groupie and the other one pops a squat next to Sandor and proceeds to hit on him.

Gotta get dat Hounddong...

Sansa is still watching Sandor, looking at him like he’s GODDAMN SNACK

“Has he been here the whole time?? Weird...”

Groupie #2 tries to make a move but Sandor tells her to fuck off and she does. Sansa is like (Now I make my move...)

Sansa sits down across from Sandor and says “She could have made you happy. For a little while.” Sandor replies, “Only one thing could make me happy.” When she asks what, he says, “That’s my fucking business.”

Now, I know some of y’all are thinking this is a callback to Sandor telling Arya that fucking Sansa “bloody” would have been at least “one happy memory.” Buuuut I honestly think he was talking about Cleganebowl here. The implication is that not even the offer of free sex is enough to satisfy the Hound’s lusts. Which... sigh, okay, look, y’all know my stance on (book)Sandor’s sexual proclivities, so him blowing off a random groupie is NOT, imo, out of character for him. And if this were indeed the books, I definitely think his line about “one thing” that could make him happy, especially directed at Sansa, would indeed mean what I think y’all want it to mean. But this is GoT, so... no.

Now, him saying “That’s my fucking business” at first made me a little annoyed, but, hey, he’s always been rough-tongued with her. What really counted here, to me, is that she didn’t react to it. While she would have been justified in being like “don’t speak to me that way, asshole”, her face kinda said to me that she knows his gruff exterior is just that, and she knows better. And he knows she knows better. They have history. She’s seen him at his most vulnerable. She’s not gonna give him the satisfaction of reacting to his shittery. 

At least, that’s my headcanon. In D&D’s head, she probably thinks his asshole ways are super Badass now or whatever...

Anyway, after a few seconds of eye-fucking, Sandor says that there was a time when she couldn’t look at him (which... wasn’t really a thing on the show?). She says she’s seen much worse than him since. He then proceeds to say that he “heard” about what happened to her (really? how? when? from who? Bran??) and that he heard she’d been “broken in rough”.... and.... just.... excuse me while I vomit??? Now we know that Sanford has no skills at speaking to rape victims, but this was just soooo unnecessarily vile. Especially considering this is the girl whom he had spent TWO SEASONS protecting, one of those incidents being an ATTEMPTED RAPE??? The Sandor I know, the Sandor who told Sansa “no one would ever hurt you again or I’d kill them”, would rip Ramsay’s dick off with his bare hands. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I should have been there.” -- what Sandor SHOULD have fucking said.

But Sansa assures him that she took care of Ramsay himself. He asks how, and she says... “Hounds.” This makes him laugh, which... that’s nice? I guess? 

I hope D&D don’t think they are gonna retcon Ramsay’s murder and claim that that was a direct reference to her connection with the Hound or anything because it totally fucking wasn’t. 

But anyway, yay for Sansa making Sandor laugh and smile. He then says, “You’ve change, little bird.” She doesn’t respond. Then he goes and makes things worse by saying that none of that would have happened to her if she’d just come with him when he left King’s Landing.

Um, first of all, NOT TRUE AND YOU KNOW IT, and second, EXCUSE me, are you GUILT-TRIPPING A RAPE VICTIM?? Are you really “I told you so”ing her????? What the FUCK???

Oh but if you thought it couldn’t POSSIBLY get worse than that, then you don’t know D&D. Sansa then reassures him and the world that if she hadn’t gotten raped and abused and manipulated, she would have stayed a “little bird” forever. Yep, there it is -- Sansa NEEDED to be traumatized in the worst possibly ways in order to be strong. FUCK. THIS. SHOW.

This was all said during The Hand Touch. Complete with a little thumb rub. Yes, I flailed when that happened and scared my cats. I have been watching the gif of it over and over it again. But watching it again in context.... what was the point?? Are we supposed to infer that she’s assuring him that she made the right decision? Why? He doesn’t seem like he NEEDS that reassurance. The whole exchange just makes NO DAMN SENSE. I know we loathe the Sansa Apology Tour, but even her apologizing for not going with him when she had the chance would have been 18764% better than THIS.

So then some more eye-fucking ensues, Sansa slowly rises to her feet, complete with a subtle little lip lick, and slinks away in a very “come follow me” way.... but he doesn’t.

So again, I have to ask, WHAT WAS THE POINT? Sandor’s two previous conversations leading up to this revolved around sex, Sansa was pointedly watching him reject another girl’s advances... and now you’re still gonna give me blue balls??? The 2 people in Winterfell who could use a good, consenting lay the most, and they just... walk away?? Sandor is bouncing off to what is probably his death, he even said in Season 4 that banging Sansa would be his only happy memory, she’s RIGHT THERE caressing his hand and licking her lips... but he’s just gonna sit there drinking alone all night??

Like literally you don’t even have to show anything (even though the Jaime & Brienne scene is exactly how the Sandor & Sansa scene should have ended), just have her get up and then he sits there for a second before saying “ah what the fuck” and gets up to follow her... and that’s it! We’d get it! And then HOORAY for Sandor & Sansa getting laid finally! Would that have been so hard??

But nah. Tbh this scene seemed like a throwaway, in the same vein as the Ghost scene -- just get it out of the way as quickly as possible so we don’t have to deal with it ever again. It’s more than I expected, but it’s also just as bad as I expected. 

I can’t believe I waited 5 years for a SanSan reunion and they just used it as another excuse to justify Sansa’s rape.

[daddytvirtue]

TTYCT Write Up

Hey everyone. So I went to ttyct twice- once in Lethbridge and the other in Red Deer. 

First off, let me just say that if there is a show coming remotely close to you, buy tickets and go because it was a once in a lifetime experience (or two if you go to more than one). 

Now that I’ve had a few days to digest what I witnessed, this show was extremely different from SOI. Stars on Ice is laid out where usually each act does 2 individual numbers whereas ttyct, the first act was individual, but the second was all group numbers for the most part. Let’s break down the whole thing.

Opening: In Lethbridge, I was on the ice level and man oh man was that ever worth it. When they all came out with their flags looking so beautiful, smiling so bright, I immediately got a great feeling about the show. It was a really nice touch for them to sing O Canada at the beginning. Right after they transition into Let’s Dance, and honestly that was one of my favourite numbers in the show. They all set the tone right away for both shows on what they were trying to accomplish which is to make people dance, and let me tell you, I was grooving in my seat.

Weapo: I was lucky enough that since I got to go to back to back shows, I saw their tango romantica and the FD. The tango was okay, they showed passion and it seems like they’ve been working on it super hard. Their FD in Red Deer was gorgeous and a really nice tribute to Denis Ten. 

Elvis: the man, the myth, the legend, did his iconic kung fu routine and holy cow can that man ever skate! People around me were crying, it was just fantastic. 

Kaetlyn: my sweet angel did black swan and god bless it was so amazing. She was on in Lethbridge, hit every jump clean, was confident, all that good stuff. In Red Deer, she missed her first jumping pass which unfortunately set the tone for the rest of the routine, but the crowd was so supportive. 

Meagan and Eric: they did with or without you!!!!! (one of my faves of all time) they are mesmerizing skaters, they cover the ice so well, they really draw you in and I love love love. 

Chiddy: Phantom!!!! Yeah he really did that, it was super cool. I love him. I can’t say much more.

Tessa and Scott: okay so at first when we found out they were doing MR again, I was like meh I don’t really care if I see it again, but then they came out with their hands all over each other and being sweet and soft and fierce all at the same time and immediately changed my mind. There’s just something about it that will make me want to watch it forever and ever. Amen. 

Memories: holy shit y’all, this was BEAUTIFUL. I don’t want to spoil it all but there’s a montage and it’s so emotional and they’re all bbs and I was crying a little bit and then they all come out and do a sequence from their most iconic programs (cue Mahler). Catch me on the floor. 

Intermission

Tragically Hip Group: fjhewhsigheairhgaiorgoj I LOVED. I LOVED. They’re all hot. From Tessa’s long time running body suit to Scott in plaid and the idea behind a Canadian program, it was a banger. 12/10 would recommend and watch 100 times over. What made it so awesome was that it looked like they were all having the time of their lives. 

Dance Battle: Heh. Holy shit. I was rendered speechless both damn nights. Girls in their outfits which are actually not that bad in person, to the boys ripping their shirts off. It’s a real family show. In Red Deer, I sacrificed not watching Pony so I could watch the girls in the corner and I wish I was at an angle to film it well because Miss Tessa was out here licking her lips and giggling like a school girl watching them. She looked like she was about to pounce. Okay, yeah, it’s normal. 

Weapo: they did a super sick routine to an edgy version of I wanna dance with somebody. It was awesome. Super flowy, but sharp, they made this song their bitch. 

(this is where I forget what else I watched cause the whole second half was like being high) 

I think were at 4 minutes....: uh yeah so Tessa walked right in in front of me

peep my video

uh yeah, it was hot, they’re hot, I don’t know what else to say. You’ve all seen video by now. Scott looked like he had steak and potatoes in front of him the whole time. Tessa was teasing him. Iconic, legendary, amazing, beautiful, brilliant. They didn’t follow the original choreography one bit. 

Flash mob: first off wtf. Kaetlyn comes out and absolutely rips it to I Like It- cue everyone else in matching yellow and green? they do all the moves and stuff and while it was all very confusing, it was a lot of fun. In Lethbridge, when Tessa and Scott do their little salsa thingy and Tessa was so flipping cute!!!!!!!! their doing it and Tessa just goes “JUST SHAKE IT” to Scott, I died. (x) (Thank you, @thatonekimgirl )

And the finale to Diamonds: it was so pretty. So, so, so, so pretty. Single tear. The body suits look SO much better in person and the white shirts with black pants were hawt.

That was it. I sat in my seat after both shows attempting to process what I just watched and I still am trying to comprehend. I’m now in withdrawal. 

Also, some of you know that I went to the meet and greet. I’m not gonna share my experience from that because I want to be able to keep some things to myself. But know that they’re all the most lovely and gorgeous human beings. I got to talk to Tessa and Scott for over 5 minutes and they apologized for having to stop. They are so lovely and amazing. 

Okay tl;dr TTYCT was worth all the driving and money. The merch is BOMB and I love this cast with all my being. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. 

[pockpop]

we like to party | bts scenario

➢ summary: it’s time for your annual cookout and inviting the boys plus your family is always a wild night.

➢ request: Can I request a bts scenario where reader cooks dessert, bbq & soul food (with the help of readers family) for the boys' , the staff, their family and yours. Basically a get together with activities and music. I hope this made sense! 

➢ genre: fluff, mature 

➢ warnings: mentions of alcohol, cursing, some booty poppin’ cuz why not

➢ a/n: i took a while for this one but its here! im gonna be honest its kinda hoseok biased? i have no shame to show him some loving lol but i hope you like it love!

masterlist

styling your freshly done box braids, you posed in the mirror in your brand new bathing suit. it finally came the day of your ‘get together’. in real, it was a cookout you and your family had every year and y’all usually invited family. however, the boys were regular goers. you had met a few of them while studying overseas for college, befriending them well enough that they would come visit you anytime they had off. they became well acquainted with your family that they were always asked about whenever you came home. you were excited to see them as always and since you also invited their staff to come along, you wondered what the day was going to bring.

the party had started at 2. you had water slides set up, your cousin doing the music, you had helped cook the food with your mom and your aunts while your brothers and dad did the barbequing. your female cousins had of course brought a few friends that you already had assumed would be talking up the boys, but you didn’t mind much cause you knew they never really got to have fun and chill for a night.

 standing beside one of the lawn chairs while your little cousins were arguing over whether 2pac was really dead or not, you didn’t notice the boys had came in the house with their staff, your mom and aunts greeting them first. it was hoseok who found you first. “hey boo,” you jumped a bit feelings hands squeeze your waist, hoseok peeked his head around making you smile.”boy don’t scare me like that!” you yelled as he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug from behind.

hoseok laughed unwrapping himself from you, “chill out, it wasn’t even that bad.” you rolled your eyes at him and was about to push him away when you could hear your dad and brothers yelling and screaming in excitement as the other members came out of the house to greet them. you couldn’t help but smile warmly as they did their handshakes and hugs, stopping for conversations.

“y’all a bit late, the party started at 2.” you said smugly to hoseok who still had his hand on your hip. it wasn’t exactly a secret that you two once had a thing,it was written all over your faces whenever you two were together. hoseok kissed your forehead then mushed your head playfully,”we here though, isn’t that all that matters?”

“nigga, get away from me, you be playing too much!” you said pushing him away,cheesing so big that your mouth hurt. 

“big booty y/n! there she is!” you heard jungkook scream and you covered your face in embarrassment as your little cousins giggled. “why you so damn loud?” you grumbled as he bear hugged you. though you had brothers, jungkook ran along with them in your eyes. he teased you, annoyed you to no end and was always in your ear, but you loved him nonetheless. eventually the rest followed as they were trying to escape your family members, engulfing you in hugs, their colognes overwhelming your nose. 

“damn, you didn’t say all these people were gonna be here, we haven't seen your whole family in a hot minute.” namjoon commented eyeing your cousin who was flaunting around in her bikini. you crossed your arms in mock annoyance,“yeah, the whole crew and all, they all haven’t seen y'all in a while and when i mentioned y'all were coming to town, they didn’t hesitant to bring they asses here. ya welcome.” 

“well i don’t care about all that, where the food at?” jin asked looking around and his sad eyes finding the empty picnic tables that only had drinks and condiments on them. smiling you touched his shoulder, passing him as you did it.”i just gotta bring it out chill, we were all waiting for you guys.”

“oo good, i’ll help.” jin offered and taehyung came along as well while the others went off to get some drinks. your mom and your aunts were just finishing up the food when you guys came in. handing the each of you guys platters, bowls, and tin pans of Mac and cheese, potato salad, white rice, yellow rice, black-eyed peas, collard greens, baked beans, and cabbage. it took some time to set up the tables and eventually your dad and brother brought the plates of meats.

after everyone had eaten and drank a little more, suddenly people were just everywhere. dancing, screaming at the tv over football, playing on the water slides, playing checkers, having deep discussions. jin was sitting in one of the lawn chairs talking to your mom, yoongi and namjoon was talking up a few of your cousins, but hoseok, taehyung, jimin, and jungkook had been on the water slides as soon as they finished their food. they all had had a bit of hard liquor so they weren’t quiet about it either and the kids were running along with them.

“watch the babies!” your grandma kept screaming every time the adults and big kids were getting off the water slides, the little kids kept crowding around the bottom to watch the final splash. jungkook had caught you watching them from your spot by namjoon who was now exchanging numbers with a girl you weren’t even related to. the boy ran up to you and didn’t even give you a chance to protest before he was throwing you over his shoulder and running to the biggest slide of them all.

“wait jungkook! boy if you get my cover-up wet i swear!” but he didn’t care, “you should’ve taken it off a long time ago,” he said with a shrug before climbing up the ladder and pushing you back down the slippery slide, falling into the mini pool at the bottom. when you finally got up, you ripped your ponytail out to let your braids fall then pointed to jungkook to let it be known to all you were gonna get him. 

you tripped getting out of the slide only earning a hyena laugh from jungkook but his laugh ended quickly when you were already climbing the ladder and pushing him down the slide. taking off your cover-up, you slid down the slide again, making sure to hit your body against jungkook’s who still hadn’t recovered from the initial push.“you’re evil you know that,” he giggled trying to move his hair from his eyes,”sure you’re not talking about yourself?” you teased trying to stand up and he just smirked watching you struggle

“race you to the slip and slide,” he challenged when you finally got up to let others slide down. you didn’t even give him an answer before you took off running to the slip and slide.

the rest of the party went on that way. the families having fun together and enjoying the company of everyone they love, making new friends, a bit drunk but having fun.when it was getting darker, it seemed the music was getting louder and all y’all ended up on the dance floor bumping and grinding. you had bounced around to anyone you could, everyone crowding around as you threw it back with no problem at all. they cheered you on and handing you full cups of hennessy that had you feeling every beat. 

you made sure each member got a chance to see what you were working with, whining your hips with an ease that had them all seeing you entirely differently from then on.your girl cousins were also on the floor, heating up the night as all of y’all were getting down, giving them boys heart attacks.

“y’all better stop before dem boys pass out now!” your mom yelled from where she sat with your grandma and older aunts, all of them laughing at the younger adults on the dance floor. after a while, you ended up dancing on hoseok. he was the only guy who could keep up with you and never was intimated by how you moved. his hips never missed a beat and he always left you breathless. everyone had crowded around the two of you, your sweaty bodies bumping and grinding to ‘no hands’. everybody started cheering and rapping the lyrics, not caring about being loud in your backyard and too drunk to care.

 all in all, it was a good ass night. you guys had a bonfire once it got entirely dark and the desserts your mom had made of sweet potato pie, red velvet cake, peach cobbler and s’mores were eaten around the fire. everyone was mingling, talking loud and all and when you looked around the circle, the light of the fire illuminated everyone having a good time. once it all finally came to an end, the boys definitely couldn’t wait for the next one and neither could you.

✧

[trr-fangirl]

TRR Theory!

(^^^ me)

I’m not sure how long this theory is about to be but I’ve got screenshots for days and this theory has been on my mind since then. I know damn well PB is going to punch holes in my theory once Chapter 11 releases on Friday but hey, it’s worth a shot right? 

Okay, I have a few suspects, although... I’m not too sure about Leo but if you suspect him, let me know why! I seriously am curious because I can’t think of why he would want to kill his own parents and brother. This is mostly just me babbling about the random foreshadowing I’ve seen and my three suspects. Stay with me here! This is a lot!

Foreshadowing!

Royal Palace

Chapter Nine and Ten is littered with hints of something going down. It’s the first time the court is back at the palace since the attempt. With there being a large group of people gathered in one small space, something is bound to happen. (I was waiting for something to happen in both chapters… this is Pixelberry were talking about.) This is also why we all know the big ass courtly event of a wedding is a bad idea aka Stop! Putting! MC! In! A! Ballroom! 2k18!

Defense Training

That was a clear tip-off to us that somewhere down the line, we’re going to have to fight. I think this is the reason Mara and Bastien aren’t seen immediately after the explosion (I thought they were going to rush towards them as soon as the first bomb went off) In Chapter Nine before going to the training room, If you choose, “Is this necessary when you’re around to protect me?” Liam says something along the lines of, “Mara can’t be everywhere at once.” but she does say that she’s working on it. (Sorry, I didn’t have those screenshots) I felt like this was giving us a hint that, ‘Yo, you’re gonna have to defend yourself soon.’

Constantine

Another thing that they foreshadowed is pretty much Constantine’s death. His heartfelt speech to Regina, making amends with Hakim, being soft with his sons, and apologizing/offering the Cordonian Crest necklace to the MC (All those SS are below). These situations seem more like a ‘goodbye’ rather than just being soft and genuine. From the way Lucretia spoke about him and the way he was in the past two books, he’s not very sentimental in my opinion but that’s just me.

I personally think Constantine is going to pass before the wedding. From the explosion? Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not sure. These last two chapters with Constantine just gave me the feeling that he really isn’t going to be around for much longer. I thought that they would let him go to the wedding but from the way he was speaking and then the explosion... I’m not sure. (Watch PB throw this out the window and let him live.)

My Three Suspects (aka they look fishy af)

Neville (aka Ratatouille)

The duel between Drake and Neville seriously confirmed my thoughts that Neville’s ass is apart of this terrorist group! I’m not even trying to be funny but enlighten me if I’m missing something: I do not remember Drake and Neville ever having a conversation in book two. I don't even think they interacted in book two.

So, why does Neville have this burning hate for Drake? Where did it come from? If he is apart of the group, it would make sense for him to be upset that Drake stopped the bullet that would have killed the Duchess/Future Queen. Why else would he be so mad at a man he’s never had a decent interaction with?

There is also the fact that out of everyone that attended the Homecoming Ball and witnessed the attack— They showed some kind of emotion while talking about it. No matter if it was anger or sadness, they had emotion. (i.e Olivia, Bertrand, Kiara, and Penelope) but with Neville? He has none.

If he’s talked to Drake prior to book three, let me know! But I don’t remember off the top of my head. If he isn’t apart of the group, I’m going to be surprised because there’s a lot of things against him.

Lucretia (this part is actually pretty long)

I’m telling y’all! Lucretia knows something we don’t! She just does! I can’t put my finger on it but she knows.. something and it’s possibly pretty big! Now, I’m not sure she’s apart of this assassin shiz but if her sister was corrupt, I’m not putting it past her to be the same way.

I’ve been reiterating this to myself for months. I highly doubt that Olivia is apart of this! She’s not! I’m not just saying this because she’s my baby and if she would have became an LI, I would have dropped Liam like a hot-potato but because she’s been with us practically the entire book! She even called her own parents ‘traitors’! I cannot stress this enough. 

Lucretia is a different story.

As I read through this scene, I got a lot of information at once. I had to read it over a few times myself. Lucretia seems to have a (bull spit) reason for why she didn’t come to Lythikos to take care of Olivia once her parents died. It seems like she was trying to keep Olivia safe in her own twisted and unique way.

Because of these five screenshots, she knows something about Constantine that we don’t and whoever these assassins are-- know this too. They called Liam a ‘scion of tyranny’ and from what Lucretia is saying here, it might be hella true. We already got a glimpse of how Constantine uses his power for his own personal gain aka the scandal.

The first video from the Five Kingdoms Festival now makes sense (to me at least) This group is afraid of Liam becoming power hungry and corrupt like his father and taking advantage of The Crown. So, in order to keep that from happening, they want to eliminate him (and his future wife if that’s your route) at all costs. If you're a duchess, I feel like this goes back to when Constantine said about having power around others who don’t.

Now, the last part when she says ‘And a reason why all of the plots against him failed.’ has me stumped. I honestly don’t know what she means by that. Help? Cause, I really don’t know.

Side note: I just wanted to point this out. The way her lines are written, it seems like she has no respect for anyone apart of the royal family. She’s not too fond of Constantine (I don’t think anyone is) and the way she speaks about Liam is... questionable. Not to mention (if Liam is your LI) she emphasizes on the fact that he’s marrying an ‘American’ and even called the MC an ‘unorthodox future queen’. Then there’s this:

So, I’m not completely sure where Lucretia stands with those two.. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Justin (aka Court Dweeb)

Because of this post here (credit to her for having a good ass memory bc it sounded familiar but didn’t know from where), I think he is a Nevrakis. Whether he’s Olivia’s first cousin removed, long-lost brother, or her father, someway they might be related! Or, he’s working with Lucretia and she said this to him as a mantra. But that wouldn’t make much sense if he was in the hospital for nine flipping chapters. I honestly think the family thing is the best bet because from what Olivia said, the quote was from her father.

And lastly,

The Explosion

Firstly 😑

Formerly Crowned Prince Leo has THE. WORST. TIMING. EVER. Like damn boi, why you always here when something dramatic is about to go down? You ain’t even that special! (Though, I have no problem with him attending my wedding. That would be cool, lowkey) Anyways... This is what I was extremely excited about writing.

The first bomb that went off was a distraction but the second one was obviously for the Royal Family and MC. The position of the bomb and the timing was almost perfect. Right next to the King. How would the assassins know where to put the device to go off right next to the Royal Family and the MC?

It has to be someone from inside the ballroom. Yet again, a noble. It was way too close to Liam for it to just be a coincidence. They could have been anywhere in the ballroom but it was planted right next to Liam. If it was a nobleman, it would have been easy for them to slip out, place the bombs, and slip back in like nothing happened.

Going back to the Homecoming Ball, if a noble is on the inside working against the monarchy, that makes it easy for the assassins to walk through the front door (quite literally). Out of my three suspects, its either Justin or Neville and if PB wants to do it, make it an unknown third party.

Conclusion

There could be a third or fourth party. All these suspects could be working together or might not be apart of the conspiracy at all. Who knows? These last chapters gave a lot of information that I still need to go through and make sense of. This book is about to get good and I’m here for all the drama and theories that are about to come out of this! If you guys want me to continue to do something like this, I can. (I’ve got a lot to say about Lucretia, tbh) There was just too much in this last chapter. I had to get it out somehow! I hope you enjoyed this and please don’t hesitate to comment! I would love to see your theories and what you think! 💗

tagging those who I think might be interested: @blackcatkita @drakewalkerwhipped @trr-duchessofvaltoria

[aesthetics-and-fics]

Part 1

Genre(s): Fluff, Angst, Smut later in the fic

Pairing: Mafia!BTS (Undetermined?) X Mexican Mafia!Female Reader 

Word Count: 1636

Trigger Warnings: It is a mafia fic so all illegal actions, blood, sex, and other violent acts will be included, and I like details so please do not read if you are of the fainter heart. Coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.

You peered through aisle upon aisle of the large city grocery store. Milk, eggs, potatoes, and tortillas. You repeated in your head over and over. You always forget to write the list so here you are as per always on the one day off that you got from your busy schedule. You could’ve been here earlier had it not been for a very difficult…. client? Should you call them clients? Dad always did, so fuck it right?

A group of bickering Korean men stood in front of the large stack of bagged potatoes in front of you. Not much for dealing with people at the moment, you circle around to collect the eggs and milk, hoping they will be gone by the time you return. Sadly, this is not the case. If anything, they just got a lot louder.

“Well how am I supposed to know what Joon wants?” the smaller one with black hair yelled at the taller, orange headed man.

“Jimin he sent a list you little idiot! Boss isn’t dumb!” he yelled in return.

“Hoseok you guys need to chill! My god you’re loud I...” the third man stopped and looked you up and down through the two bickering males, “Ai mami!”

You rolled your eyes as you pushed past to grab potatoes. Oh, here we go, you thought. You began to quickly walk away.

He pushed through the other two males with a smirk to catch up with you, “Hey sweetie, I’m Jungkook. You look like you need help.”

“Hm, nope thanks though.” You replied shortly.

“Oh, come on, so cold. I just want to help you. Then help you out of these jeans.” He whistles and you clench your fists at his words.

“Nope. I’m good.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think I’m hot too baby. I saw you looking.” You could HEAR the smirk in the voice of that cocky little shit and that was it. It’s on.

You turned around with a tight smile, “Oh, really you think so? Maybe I was looking at a little boy and his gay daddies fight in the middle of a superstore, hm? Think of that?”

He smiled through a slightly bruised ego at you, “Oh I’m not a little boy baby and I can show you that.”

“I’ll pass. Because all you could show me is that you are a little baby boy who probably barely even knows how to pleasure himself.” You poked at his chest and turned around to walk away with an extra swing in your hips just to drive home what he can’t have. You turn back around to see him dumbfounded as his friends both giggle at him.

“By the way, tu pito esta probablemente chiquito.” You walked away as the other men laughed hysterically at their friends demolished ego.

Within the chorus of laughter behind you hear “What did she say?! I’m so confused.”

The one named Hoseok was the first to speak up through hysterics, “That little Latina piece just said you probably have a little dick!” and another burst of laughter broke out between them all. All but Jungkook.

“Fuck this! Let's just get some potatoes.”

 After that little bout in the grocery store, your confidence and hostility were fully up. You were so ready for the job tonight after that you could shoot up way more than a small bank. You could rob the damn president right now and feel like a queen. You rolled up to the warehouse out in the boons and saw the many other prospects ready for orders just like you.

You exited the beat-up car you drove and heard the others yelling. “Ai, Y/N took you long enough!” a large Latino yelled as he hugged you happily.

“Shut up Tim I bought your old lady those tortillas she needs to feed your fat ass!” you laughed at him.

“I’m all muscle baby! She loooves it!”

You roll your eyes, “Suuuure she does Timmy!”

A man comes out of the warehouse with a folder and opens it. Immediately every prospect shuts up and looks to him awaiting assignment. You do the same and listen intently to the man in the fine suit compared to the jeans and hoodies all the others had on. High up, I see. Ok, big job.

“So,” the man yelled out, “we have to cut some of you already after yesterdays blunder! But the ones that are gonna stay to the next stage of initiation are on this job!”

You laughed at the ones who looked down at his words. After half of them getting arrested or almost, yeah, they better get cut.

“We have Tim, Y/N, Manuel, Christian, and Amias! Tim on locks and tech due to his strengths, Y/N guns, and lookout. Manuel and Amias are on muscle and grabbing cash! Don’t fuck this up or when you all go to jail, we have people in there who make sure you keep your mouths shut! Can’t talk without tongues!”

“Wow this one must be a real test if there are threats,” Tim whispered to you and it made you giggle.

“Not threats Tim… promises.”

“Shit my old lady is gonna kill me if this job doesn’t.”

“I don’t blame her. Dumb ass, risking your life like this for money.”

“No other choice, you know that.”

The suited man spoke up again, “Bank on fifth and harbor! Remember after you make it this far, la unica salida es la muerte!”

“Only out is death, Timmy! Let’s do this! Get in the car!” You smile at him and you both rush into the car as the sun sets behind you.

Driving after meetings were always silent. You started out the window as thoughts of what the man said ran through your head over and over. It was those words. Your father ran over and over through your mind right by them.

“They’re gonna test you, my sweet thing. They’re gonna make sure you’re loyal, no matter how high up I am. I can’t wait to see your work at my side! Only out is death!”

“Papa, I don’t even know if I want to do this.” The 13-year-old you said in protest to the large man.

“Don’t be silly! You can use a gun and you’re an amazing shot already! You have no other talents so why waste them, querido!”

You looked at your feet defeated, “Yes sir.”

“There’s my nightshade! Now come on I want the others to meet my little killer!”

“Y/N! Wake up we’re at the bank!” Tim whispered as he tapped you.

You pulled the gun from the strap in your leather jacket and held it close while exiting the large pickup truck. Tim immediately made short work of the locks on the side door and made his way inside to the safes. You followed backward while keeping an eye out for any unexpected visitors. Finger on the trigger constantly prepped for any movement you didn’t recognize.

“Y/N I’m almost in!”

“Ok! Just shut up and do it! You two be prepped to grab it because the alarms will go off as soon as he is in.” You whisper yelled at the other younger men and they nodded rapidly in return.

As you spoke many Korean men turned the corner and you opened fire immediately. Blood splattered across the once white walls as the silencer barely did its job. Man by man fell as blood pooled to your feet and into the tread of your hiking boots. Beautiful red…, you thought.

“Hurry the fuck up! We have company, Tim!” You yelled as a large click sounded the many loud alarms around you all. The younger men filled bags and bags and loaded them into the truck as you continued to fire. You ran out the doorway to get out of the situation while you could. Manuel and Amias continued to load the pickup and Tim rushed into the drivers’ seat. You close the back and climb in as you continue to open fire on the group of dwindling men. But it’s then that you see many familiar faces.

“FUCK, it's your little latin piece Kookie!” Hoseok laughed as he shot Manuel dead.

“Fuck you, chica!” Jungkook said as he shot at you with every one of them being a miss.

“Maybe if you were a better shot!” You yelled back with one shot hitting his shoulder. He cringed in pain and dropped. One smaller man with blue hair dropped to help him.

“Yoongi, let go and shoot that bitch!”

“Shut up and get in the car! The smaller man said as he hit Jungkook over the head harshly.

You heard another man yell from beside Hoseok and it was Jimin from before in the market, “Marry me!”

You banged on the pick up for Tim to gun it and he yelled back at you hastily, “Where’s Amias and Manuel!”

“Fuck ‘em!” you yelled as you kicked Amias in the chest as he tried to climb in. “They’re dead!”

”YOU…” was all Amias could get out before Hoseok shot him as well.

“If not Jimin than me! Marry me, chica” He yelled with a sunshine-like smile and waved his arms frantically.

You flipped the group off and laughed loud at them, “Goodbye, little boys!”

After ducking down into the back so you were out of gunshot, you laughed harder than you had in a long ass time. Joon is gonna die when he hears this!

~Admin Rose 🌹

[xalgaliareptx]

Kill of the Night Part 2 (Final)

Dean x reader, Sam

@fictionalabyss

warning: non-con, restraint, smut

You woke the next morning with something stiff poking you, “Dean, that better be a flashlight that’s poking my ass cheek right now” you said scooting away.

Dean didn’t answer, but you could hear him laugh while he rolled out of bed and made his way into the bathroom.

You and Sam went to grab breakfast and when y’all came back, Dean was walking out of the bathroom with only a towel on. You couldn’t help but stare. Damn, this guy was beautiful. “Take a picture sweetheart, it’ll last longer” he sassed, shooting you a wink.

That knocked you out of your stupor. You couldn’t think of a comeback so you just stuck your tongue out at him.

He laughed. “I got something you can do with that tongue” he said suggestively. Oh shit. You were definitely in trouble.

“Come on man, I haven’t even had my coffee yet, can you not?” Sam whined, sitting the bags of food down.

After breakfast, you and the boys sat down to plan your attack on the vamp nest. You had it pretty much figured out so all that was left was to sharpen blades and stock pile dead man’s blood just in case.

It was around 3pm, when everyone was ready to go and take care of the nest. You all loaded up and headed off to the warehouse you suspected they were camped out.

You and the boys pulled up to the seemingly abandoned warehouse. You got out and headed to the trunk to wait for Dean to pass out weapons and to go over the plan once more. Dean would take the back entrance, Sam the front and you would follow a few moments later, getting any stragglers Sam had missed.

Once the boys made it through the doors, you counted to thirty and walked into the warehouse. What you saw made your stomach fill with rage and bile, blood everywhere and bodies without heads scattering the floor.

No. No, this isn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This many weren’t supposed to die. These were your people after all. Your nest. You had underestimated the Winchesters and lead them straight into your home and let them slaughter half your family. You followed the sounds of fighting into the next room and Dean and Sam surrounded, fighting back to back.

The Dean had seen you walk in and his eyes lit up with hope. It was enough to make you sick. But you played along. For now.

You ran towards the first vamp, stabbing the syringe into his neck, making him collapse. The other vamps noticed your presence and started to rush you. You fought them off easy enough, making it believable but not actually hurting any of them. That is until, one of them grabbed you by the throat and you tried to scream “Dean! Sam!” you gurgled, your air cut off. Sam got to you first and after cutting that vamps head off, you turned around, rage coursing beneath your skin. “That was my family!” you screamed as you hit him over the head with the hilt of your machete. He went down like a sack of potatoes. Dean yelled before another vamp knocked him out too.

 Dean woke to you straddling his lap, grinding against him. You licked up his neck “I wanna taste the way you bleed” you whispered against his neck before biting into the soft skin. Dean growled and you sucked harder, savoring the warm liquid. Dean struggled against the ropes that bound him. “You fucking bitch, I’m gonna cut your goddamned head off” Dean growled, trying to pull away from your mouth.

You pulled back, his blood running down your chin. “Now, Dean, that isn’t any way to talk to a lady, especially one you are balls deep in.” you rolled your hips and he groaned. You grabbed his face to make him look at you. Dean jerked his head out of your hands.

“You fucking drugged me. I would never fuck a blood sucker like you.” He spat at you.

You smiled, lifting your body to his tip was just at your entrance and you slammed your hips down. Dean growled deep in chest.

You giggled, rolling your hips. “Sounds like you are enjoying it.” You purred against his neck, licking at the wounds you had left there, keeping them open.

“You know you’ve wanted me since the moment you saw me back at the motel.” You were still riding him, agonizingly slow.

“That was before I knew you were a traitorous, blood sucking bitch!” he yelled, struggling against the ropes again. You could feel the pressure building and you knew you were close. You started grinding harder, trying to find that sweet spot.  

Deans breathe was getting more ragged, you knew he was close though he was trying to fight it. You bit hard into his neck as you came, thrusting your hips deeper into him as you rode out the wave of pleasure.

Dean yelled, whether it was in ecstasy or frustration you didn’t know or care, and you felt him pulse inside you, his deliciously hot cum coating your fluttering walls, triggering another orgasm. You milked him dry, your hungry pussy wanting all he had to give. You drank deeply from his neck, satisfying all of your primal needs.

Dean started to weaken, so you stopped not wanting to finish him off just yet. You got off his lap, enjoying the sight before you. Dean had blood running down his chiseled chest, to mingle with your combined juices covering his soft cock. He looked positively delicious. You looked up at Dean’s face and saw him smiling. You felt the air shift behind you and you turned just in time to see a blood-covered Sam and feel the sting of cold metal on your neck.

 Let me know what you think!

[thorne93]

Inexplicable Fate (Part 23)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 1577

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing gif challenge. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers) Long, slow burn, (a little slow paced at first).

(This part is NOT beta’d. Just wanted y’all to get this. I couldn’t wait! ^.^)Thanks to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for letting me badger the dickens out of her though. I couldn’t do it without you darling.

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“Because I want to!” you shouted.

“And I don’t!” Jack yelled back.

The two of you were arguing about your views on Michael.

Once you had gotten over the initial shock of finding out Michael was your displaced father, Castiel had told you in passing that Michael was a good angel at heart but sometimes misguided. At this, you began peppering him with a million questions.

Dean and Sam seemed uncomfortable with the idea of you wanting to know about him, which was understandable, as your and Jack’s angelic fathers fought over them (or more specifically, their bodies). So you and Cas talked when they weren’t around. Dean had tried to steer you away from all things Michael when you inquired what it was like when he met him. Dean had called him a “psychotic douche with a monstrous ego”. But despite all of that, he’d let it slip that Michael was in the cage in Hell, where Lucifer had been.

Jack was able to open a portal to Hell as if he were one in a box, you knew you’d be able to open the a hole for Michael to come out of, so you could meet him, talk to him, learn about him. That’s what got you and Jack to this argument now. The two of you had been fighting about this on and off for three days.

“Why do you want to meet him?” he demanded, clearly frustrated. “Why?”

“Because he’s practically my father. It’s because of him I have this power.”

“So? It’s because of Lucifer I have mine, but you don’t see me running to him!”’

“That’s a little different, Lucifer is Satan after all,” you spat callouslly.

“What’s saying your father is any better? You heard Dean, he isn’t a good person. He isn’t to be trusted. He hurt Sam and Dean, and killed Cas. Lucifer, Michael, all of them. They’re not to be trusted. If Lucifer is off the table for me to talk to, Michael is too.”

“What the hell? That’s just it? So because you’re father is the fucking Devil, and you can’t spend quality time with him, you’re forbidding me to meet mine?”

“I’m not forbidding you,” Jack stated, frustration in his tone. “I’m asking you. I’m begging you, to not open that cage. Why would you want to meet him anyway?”

“I just...I want to. I need to,” you said.

“Why do you need to?” he stressed. “Am I not good enough? Are we not good enough for you anymore?” Jack asked, heartbreak in his voice and face.

You sighed. “No. That’s not it. I just want to know...to know what this all means. I want to know what he thinks about this whole angel baby business. I want to know if he thinks I should do it and what’s in store for me.”

Jack shook his head. “I thought we settled this. I thought...I thought you didn’t want to decide anything yet?”

“Not today, but Jack...We need to know. I don't want us to keep putting this off just because we’re worried or scared or unsure of what having children would mean for us,” you explained with exhaustion.

“You know exactly what Michael is going to tell you. He’s going to tell you to go through with it, otherwise he wouldn’t have mated with your ancestor.”

“Maybe not though. Maybe he’s changed his mind. Maybe he had another reason.”

Jack peered at you with a peculiar face. “But why do you have to find out from him? I’m your boyfriend. I’m your partner. If you’re going to discuss us having children, it should be with me. You should be talking with me...Not...not him.” The sorrow that cocooned his expression and voice nearly broke your heart.

“Jack, I….I didn’t think of that,” you confessed, reaching for him, but he pulled away. “Jack?” you said with hurt in your voice.

“I...I need some time,” he quietly said before leaving your room, leaving you feeling completely broken.

Hot tears streaked down your face immediately as you turned and sat on your bed, bawling your eyes out. You and Jack never fought, and now you were screaming at each other, all because of this stupid fucking prophecy.

Hours went by as you cried and cried, all of the tension from lately coming to a head. The prophecy, trying to find Mary, still balancing control of your powers, missing your real family. It all seemed like too much. And now….now you and Jack were at each other’s throats.

All you wanted to do was to meet Michael. You weren’t sure why. You just had a draw to him, a pull to him. Jack had never met Lucifer, but he admitted Lucifer had tried to reach out to him, so he’d at least heard his voice. For you, you just thought Michael couldn’t be all that bad. He was the righteous sword of God, right? Well, according to your new family you were dead wrong. And while you had wanted to respect their wishes, you wanted them to respect yours.

Maybe it was a bad idea to bring Michael up to the surface. Or maybe it was a great idea. You really had no idea, but Jack attacking you for wanting it, made you feel hurt and betrayed. Yet, he was right. Why were you wanting to talk to your angel father when you needed to be having the conversation with Jack.

The fact that you were shutting him out on something he really needed to be a part of, made you feel terrible. No wonder Jack was pissed at you. You basically said his feelings and opinions were invalid when it came to the topic of him fathering your children.

It was past midnight when you checked your phone, so you got your teeth brushed, took a shower, and climbed into bed, hoping sleep would erase this awful day. Just as you were about to drift off, something weighed the bed down behind you. An arm wrapped around your waist, as you could feel Jack’s breath on your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered before kissing the back of your neck.

“Is it always going to be like this?” you asked into the darkness as you faced away from him.

“Like what?” he quietly cooed.

“Now that we know….Now that we know our father’s hated each other, is their hatred going to flow into us?” you questioned, your chest clenching with dread from the answer.

He was quiet for a long time, so you continued.

“My veins flow with the blood of Michael's, and for better or worse, you’re Lucifer’s son. Michael damned your father to Hell. Could the same resentment still exist in both of us? Is that why we’re fighting now?”

“No,” he answered confidently.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’m fighting you because I want to protect you,” he explained. A moment of quietness passed between you before he decided to explain further. “I’m not telling you to not break Michael out because I’m trying to hurt you or control you. I would never do that, love,” he said before kissing the side of your neck again. “I want you to be happy. I just don’t think...I don’t think letting your father out would be a good idea. According to our family, he’s not to be trusted, just like Lucifer. I wouldn’t want you to break him out, just to find out he’s hellbent on you having our angel children.”

You pressed your lips into a flat line as you thought.

Jack continued to explain his reasoning. “You’re right. Lucifer and Michael do hate each other, but it’s because they’re both so tunnel visioned, it’s insane. Michael will do whatever God wants, and Lucifer will do whatever Lucifer wants. Both of them being out of the cage is a recipe for disaster. We can’t let him out. He’s not stable, and even if we got him out and talked to him, what then? What would we do once we were done talking? Would he seek out Lucifer and start yet another Apocalypse?”

He took your silence as a sign of admitting you had no flipping clue what would happen after you let him out. You were merely transfixed on getting him out and talking to him. But everything he was saying was right.

“I don’t know about letting Michael out of the cage. I don’t know what he would do or say or be like. I don’t know any of that. I can only go on what our family tells us and what my instincts tell me. I don’t have all the answers, I know that. But I am willing to work with you to figure them out, instead of going to our wayward fathers to do so. That’s all I ask of you, to turn to me, and no one else in your time of need.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you turned around and cupped his face to kiss him. The action took him aback, as he seemed frozen for a moment, but before long, melted into your touch without question. The two of you kissed hard, passionately, as if it would be the last thing on Earth you did.

Breaking away, breathless, Jack asked, “What was that for?”

“For being you. For being your amazing...perfect self,” you responded with a small grin.

[hime-hana]

WANNA ONE  ❃ AS VAMPIRES

YOON JISUNG

the one that still acts as a human even though he is almost 100 years old

nags everyone to eat and sleep even if they don’t need it 

gets called grandpa by the younger vampires 

“when I was your age, we respected our elders Park Woojin!”

has the lamest puns ever and is always annoying the others 

“what do you think your girlfriend thinks about having a vampire as her boyfriend?”

“it’s a pain the neck! haha get it? get it?” 

HA SUNGWOON

the wild type that may come and bite your neck without any warning if he finds you attractive 

loves traveling all around the world very often and doesn’t stay in a city more than a week 

he actually thought that Jisung was a human and tried to bite him 

now he hangs around at his place and gets force-fed into animal blood by Jisung 

everyone underestimates him, but is actually one of the most powerful vampires out there

HWANG MINHYUN

the fancy vampire that doesn’t go outside except for like twice a year 

has enough supplies to live indoor for a lifetime 

always seen carrying a book about humans and their interests because he is curious about them 

likes to study the other humans and is often accompanied by his fan friend Jaehwan 

always the one to save the others when they get into fights or trouble with each other 

“DANIEL STOP EATING GARLIC BREAD FOR FUCKS SAKE IS THE 5TH TIME THIS WEEK!”

ONG SEONGWOO

appears evil at first with his creepy laugh and smirks

but in reality he just loves to troll humans by creeping up behind them in dark alleys

especially likes pranking couples 

spends his nights sitting on rooftops and staring into different people’s homes 

flirts with the nurse at the local hospital to get some free blood samples

“what do you mean you can’t give it to me?” 

“I need my vitamin D, ugh you stupid humans only think of yourselves”

KIM JAEHWAN

is actually such a ditzy vampire 

he can’t even control his powers very well or his flight, but acts as if he is hot stuff

had a girlfriend once who turned out to be a vampire hunter and tried to kill him

likes Minhyun a lot and is always hanging out at his house

although Minhyun never lets him in and Jaehwan just keeps flying around the house all night and knocks on all the windows 

KANG DANIEL

he got so scared one night when he was a human by Seongwoo that he actually passed out

Seongwoo thought he was dead so he bite him; surprise surprise the kid was still alive 

has no idea how this whole “vampire life” works 

almost killed himself once by going out in the sun and eating garlic bread

speaks with a british accent because he thinks it sounds good and makes him look sophisticated 

PARK JIHOON

the one that everyone thinks is so cute and adorable but is actually an evil mastermind 

a lone wolf that is fascinated by human snacks especially potato chips and pizza 

claims he has the best fashion sense out of all the vampires, but wears fluorescent shoe-laces at night 

always whispers “nae maeum soge jeojang” seductively into his victims’ ears before biting their neck 

keeps a bottle of human blood under his pillow for special occasions 

PARK WOOJIN

the one that actually gets into all kind of trouble

from flying face first into a building to psyhical fights with humans 

hangs out the most with humans and tries to be normal 

learnt breakdance a few years ago and now does it while floating mid-air

“oh my God, I’m so cool damn look at me y’all” 

is actually never tired and no one knows how he does it

flies around restaurants at night and steals other people’s food with Jihoon

they are known as the “Pink Sausage Duo” among town because they only steal sausages

BAE JINYOUNG

one of the rare types of vampires that actually doesn’t feed on blood 

he feed on people’s youth and life force to stay forever young 

is stuck during his teenage years forever so he tries to make the best out of it

but hates it to death

has to repeat highschool forever which is the worst part of it all

only has one friend: Daehwi whom he accidentally turned into a vampire 

is not even sorry, just glad he has another friend to torment for eternity

LEE DAEHWI

used to be this excited and cheerful kid until he got transformed accidentally by Jinyoung

they were study buddies and somehow he looked incredibly attractive for Jinyoung not to take a “bite” out of his soul 

tags along everywhere the others go 

has no idea what he’s doing most of the time 

feeds by eating the color red off non-living things 

“so what do i do? i just suck on this marker until it turns black?” 

“ew this is disgusting you people... i mean, you vampires!”

LAI GUAN LIN

comes from a long and imperial family of vampires in China 

wants to discover the world so he moves from place to place often 

met Jihoon while he was stealing blood samples from the hospital and now they live together 

hates everyone especially humans, but has a soft spot for Jihoon

looks like he can kill you and will do it if you direspect Jihoon

only smiles when someone else is suffering