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oneofyatosfollowers · 4 years ago

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Yatori Week 2021- Day 6

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AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32090953/chapters/79500055

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13905660/1/Yatori-Week-2021

There were many reasons Hiyori and Yukine had been upset with Yato keeping his secrets.

For one, they were dangerous to both him and the rest. Another was trust. That was something that bothered Yukine more than Hiyori; after all, she understood the many reasons why Yato didn’t tell them and she couldn’t blame him for it. But the reason that most upset Hiyori, was one that she had to face after he first disappeared.

Hiyori didn’t know Yato at all.

She knew nothing about him, couldn’t even take a guess as to where he would go. No favorite restaurant or bar, no other friends, no relaxing hobbies. And while there was once a time that wouldn’t have bothered Hiyori, that was no longer the case. Especially now, when they risked their lives for each other over and over.

Of course now, she knew more about him than anyone did. Yukine knew a lot but there were still aspects of Yato he didn’t understand yet. Yato had told them most of the important stuff, confirming or denying any questions or theories they had. But even so, Hiyori was just a speck. Just a sudden, minuscule existence in the grand scheme of the centuries of a god's life. Whether or not Yukine liked to think otherwise, there was no possible way for Yato to tell them about all his experiences in the one year he knew them. Considering they had trusted each other for less than that.

Unfortunately that didn’t change the fact that all those pieces, big and small, were a part of him. Parts that they-she- didn’t know. Yato was full of surprises and even though that was usually fun to experience, the distance between them didn’t become more apparent until right now. With Father being locked away in heaven, stuck in an immortal existence to keep Yato alive, the heavens ultimately proclaimed him dead in every other sense of the word. As such, his children were left in an odd sort of limbo between mourning and dealing with the aftermath of his punishment.

Since Nora was rightfully struggling with the adjustment, even though she had been living at Kofukus for the past couple months, most of the actual work had been left to Yato. He attended meetings in heaven, completed any paperwork, rounded up all the masks that escaped. He also located all of The Crafter’s storage houses, living spaces, and any other place he kept things for him or the masks. Heaven took care of most of it, preferring to keep his children away and out of suspicion; but Ameterasu left the fate of the main house to Yato. Out of either pity or consideration.

Originally, Yato and Nora were content to simply burn the estate house to the ground with all the contents and beasts inside. But Hiyori and the rest convinced them to at least look through it, saying it was okay to take the time instead of just cutting it off. In hindsight maybe the two didn’t want to go back to such a traumatic place (and maybe the others were just curious) but Hiyori could tell Yato had some longing to go there, safely. He and Nora had argued against anyone else going, even her and Yukine, but that opinion was ultimately swayed too. It was easier to do that nowadays, Yato wasn’t as stubborn as he used to be. Still bogged down by guilt of all kinds. But everyone promised the both of them they wouldn’t do or touch anything without permission and Yukine insisted on staying by Yato’s side.

That didn’t stop their jaws from dropping as they followed The Crafter’s children south along the coast and far up into the mountains. Yato and Nora decided to walk there, out of habit, and the rest had no choice but to do the same. An old stone staircase led from a small back road up into the trees. After about another mile, they met a driveway and a large bamboo fence. It was old, but clearly still used and well maintained. The height wasn’t anything extravagant- Hiyori knew she was the only one that couldn’t leap over it- but the large chains that crossed over the entrance warded others to stay away.

They waited patiently for Nora to unlock it before the doors swung open and they were met with a beautiful front yard and house. It wasn’t extravagant by any means but the yard was well kept with hydrangea bushes lining the fence and white pebbles accenting most of the plants and house. The house itself was rather grand. Far too nice for someone like Yato but everyone had the sense not to comment on it. The estate was very old fashioned, a traditional Japanese style with two floors and probably an attic. The white building had long hallways sticking off either side and thin wooden slats covering all the windows. They were the same dark wood as the naked support beams around the outside of the house and matched nicely with the dark pointed roof.

In fact the only “crafter” thing about the house was the handful of masks that slept in the front yard. Three of them looked like large deer, that raised their heads at the intruders but did nothing more. Some smaller ones skittered under the porch while two wolves dashed out to see the new guests, happy to finally see members of the family. With one nod from Yato and Nora, Bishamon dispelled these rather peaceful creatures. Hiyori didn’t try to think about it too much.

Nora unlocked the front door, sliding the wooden door open and letting the group into the mud room. For a moment everyone stood, unsure if they were supposed to take off their shoes, but when neither of The Crafter’s children did, they didn’t either. Down the hall to the left was the living room, straight ahead was the hallway and kitchen, and to the right were stairs to go up. Wordlessly, everyone separated and got to work. Since Yukine stayed with Yato, following him to the back of the house and down the right hallway to The Crafter’s workspace, Hiyori stayed with Nora in the kitchen. It was just as old as the rest of the house, mostly running on fire and various stone appliances.

“If you want to go with him, you can,” Nora said suddenly.

“Huh?” Hiyori jolted and dropped the tied trash bag, trying and failing to hide the fact that her thoughts were now upstairs. Nora didn’t say anything more, just leveled Hiyori with a polite but challenging look. Hiyori swallowed and looked down, attempting to hide her blush. There was no point in denying it, everyone in this house knew- and saw- that there was something between them.

“Hey Nora?” Kofuku peaked her head in the kitchen with Daikoku, Bishamon, and Kazuma over her shoulder, “we finished with the left side of the house. Except for Tenjin and Mayu who are still in the library. What else should we do?”

“If you walk straight out the back for a little less than a mile there is a holy spring. In the stream leading to it is a fruit net and laundry. There is also a garage in the back with Father’s sport’s car and Yato’s motorcycle. You can probably get rid of all the tools or something,” Nora said. There was another moment of stunned silence, something that has happened a lot since coming here, but everyone quickly delegated the work and left. Hiyori took a moment to drag the trash bags to the pile set neatly outfront on the porch before coming back. Before Yato agreed to let them come in, even with the promise they would not question or disobey his orders, he laid down several ground rules. One of which was that gods must always travel with their shinki, even from room to room. Apparently there were still masks that hid in the walls as security and Yato wasn’t sure how’d they act without their master. This was also the reason no one was to make any loud noises, or a ton of sudden movements. It was no wonder Yato and Nora were such naturally quiet people.

“I just- I don’t,” Hiyori started. She was cut off by Nora’s sigh as she worked to tape a box of glassware shut.

“Hiyori, I’m fine,” Nora stated, “this is my home. I’m not like Yato where I view this as a scary place, this is where I would go to feel safe and comfortable. It’s sad to see it go but this is hardly the first time we’ve moved. They’re just things.” The girl spoke as simply as ever, lifting the box and setting it atop the others for someone stronger to put in the mover’s truck one of Bishamon’s shinki drove. Ebisu offered to have a yard sale of The Crafter’s belongings after thoroughly cleansing them. He was planning on giving the money to Yato, who offered it to Kofuku, who decided to put it in a savings account for family emergencies.

“I know and that’s great. I just don’t want you to be alone, you know?”

“Then I’ll join Tenjin in Father’s study. We’re just about done here anyway,” Nora stood and wiped her hands on her hips. The cabinets in the kitchen were empty, the oven was cleaned out of wood and charcoal, and the floors were swept clean. Without another word, Hiyori opening and shutting her mouth, Nora left the room like a ghost. A shiver immediately ran up her spine and Hiyori’s fists squeezed. She couldn’t run, afterall she just got her tail fixed but still wasn’t able to leave her body, so there was no reason for her to go antagonizing phantoms. Down the hall and up the stairs Hiyori was stuck between two bedrooms. Fearing the thought of walking into the wrong one, Hiyori waited and listened.

“Isn’t this room bigger than ours?” Yukine said.

“Not quite but almost. I usually shared it with Nora.” Came Yato’s reply.

“All I’m saying is that this isn’t what I expected someone like you to have.” Despite the bratty tone, Hiyori could tell Yukine wasn’t angry. Nor was he blaming his dad. It sounded more like he was trying to have a normal conversation.

“That’s because I don’t. This isn’t my house,” Yato muttered, “and I never wanted any of my shinki to come anywhere near this place. Especially you.” His voice was muffled from behind the door that Hiyori awkwardly faced. She didn’t want to walk in on one of their moments, they needed that, but she wanted to make sure Yato wasn’t pouting.

“I know.” Yukine finally mumbled, dropping the facade he tried to wear. It was more Yato’s thing than his, Yukine could only ever wear his heart on his sleeve. She could sense the tension on the other side of the door and Hiyori knew she had to step in. Besides, she didn’t like having her back to the bedroom of that wretched man. The door slid open and Hiyori readied herself to settle messy emotions only to see Yukine giving Yato an awkward side hug, both of them crouching on the floor. Their heads were pressed together as Yukine rubbed Yato’s back up and down. Suddenly the blonde’s head popped up and looked at her.

“Hiyori,” Yukine said. It took a moment for Yato to raise his head and look over his shoulder. He wasn’t crying, he hardly even looked upset, but he did have that look in his eye. The one where he blamed himself for bringing some sort of misfortune on them.

“Hey ‘yori,” Yato gave her a smile, “Yukine’s being a good kiddo and guide. Makin’ sure I’m doin’ alright.” The two separated as she walked in. She smiled at Yukine’s blush.

“That’s wonderful. I just came up here to see if you needed help. We just finished the kitchen.” Hiyori said as she knelt down. On the far wall were two large closets, the right one Yatos, the left one Noras, above was more storage that they seemed to make little use of save for some awards. In between the two closets was a mirror and vanity with hairbrushes and hair accessories. In front of Yato was a box of kimonos, the closet was open to reveal he had about four left to fold. They were all plain, just various colors of white, black, and blue. There was one green but it seemed barely worn.

“What about Nora?” Yukine asked.

“She went to help Tenjin in the library. Bishamon and Kazuma finished with the music room and basement while Kofuku and Daikoku cleaned out the garage and all the bathrooms. Like you asked, none of us went into his room.” Hiyori relayed.

“Yeah, I think Nora wanted to do that. Leave it for last and all. Of course she’ll need Bishamon or Tenjin with her just to make sure she doesn’t try anything.” Yato muttered as he folded the last of his clothes.

“There’s still the, uh, attic. But other than that everything is done.” Hiyori felt bad reminding the two of Yato’s deeds as a God of Calamity. The ceiling was filled with nothing but boxes of newspaper clippings and requests of those who’ve died by Yato’s sword. Hiyori didn’t want to go in there, yet another forgien aspect of Yato she didn’t want to know. Yukine paused his cleaning as Yato sighed.

“Forget it. There’s definitely nothing in there the heavens or anybody wants. We can just burn it as it is tomorrow,” Yato deadpanned, “unless you want to go look. It’s okay.”

“No,” Yukine said immediately without anger.

“No,” Hiyori said after, “it’s fine.” The room fell into a strange but comfortable silence as Hiyori put all the vanity stuff into a box and sealed it. She looked for something else to clean, knowing there was not much more to be done.

“Are you really going to get rid of all this stuff?” Hiyori asked as she scanned the room. Yato placed his box of clothes in a pile by the widow, stacked atop about five others, two of which had Nora’s name on them. All in all, this room, this house, was rather empty. It seemed Father was the only one with sentimental objects but even then it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be replaced. Save for a couple cringey family photos and mask research, there was nothing worth saving.

“Mm-Hmm,” Yato hummed. He took a moment to gather two boxes in his arms and jump out of the window then back. He fixed her with a smile that stalled her heart for a moment, it was soft but genuine, like the more they cleaned out of this house the clearer his mind became. On the opposite wall, on either side of the door, were swords of all sizes and some certificates. Hiyori got to work there, grabbing one of the flatter boxes.

“Like I said to Yukine, this isn’t my room, not really. There’s nothing here I need,” Yato walked up to her, “besides, I already have everything I want at Kofuku’s.” His smile was telling and Hiyori focused on his lips for longer than she was comfortable with admitting. Yes, her soul was fixed, with the help of a sun god and some magic peaches. But not before receiving a desperate kiss from a close friend who gave her a piece of himself to hold her together until they could get help. Red faced, Hiyori looked away as Yato got to work on the rest of Nora’s white, red, and pink patterned kimonos.

“Are you sure? I mean some of this stuff seems like you should keep it. They're your things.” Hiyori said, almost like a sad plea. In her hands were two very prestigious college degrees, one for art and one for math. Below them was a certificate for japanese calligraphy, an acceptance letter to a professional baseball team, and an invitation to the winter olympic qualifiers. What Hiyori said was true, they were unequivocally Yato’s possessions, things that were so painfully him and no one else's. Yet they were so forgien. Yato the vagrant didn’t keep things. Especially so neat and preserved like this. Nor did he try to do things the right way that involved paperwork.

“Yeah, I mean. They’re just pieces of paper, it’s not like getting rid of them will take away my talents. I hardly look at them anyway.” Yato waved her off. Before she could say anything more, Yato had finished the closets and leaped out the window. With a sigh Hiyori went to the other side of the room and picked up two traditional old swords and a violin, ready to move them towards the window.

“Ah! Ah! Wait!” Yukine scrambled from atop a step stool, “not those!”

“But Yato just said?”

“I know but those, uh, he said I could have those.” Embarrassed, Yukine took the objects from her arms and scuttled them back to the corner. Hiyori crept behind him and scanned the growing pile: two swords, three daggers, a couple of boxes, and a book that looked like a large photo album.

“What’s in those boxes?”

“Stuff from the wars,” Yato suddenly popped up behind her.

“Which ones?” Hiyori blinked.

“They’re kinda mixed,” he shrugged, “mostly metals and grimy uniforms, but the kid really wanted them so. You can take things too if you want. Though I still don’t understand why.” It was a sweet sentiment of Yukine but the concept was still strange. Yato didn’t offer things. Well, he did, but he never actually had the material things he tried to offer and would usually offer services or lip service. Hiyori wasn’t sure he liked this version of Yato. She didn’t hate it- this was part of him after all- but Hiyori couldn’t fit these images in with her picture of him. She worked to process it as the group cleaned out the rest of The Crafter’s house, the building not seeming any less empty.

Bishamon’s shinki started the journey to Ebisu’s shrine while she and Tenjin took the mask materials up to heaven, as ordered by Ameterasu. Nora offered to cook dinner, planning on spending a final night saying goodbye to the house, but Kofuku and Daikoku decided to head into town for food. That left just them, Yato’s immediate family and her. Hiyori didn’t want to spend any more time here than she needed to but she still refused Kofuku’s offer to take her. With Yukine and Nora silently prepping food in the kitchen, Hiyori made her way through the back door where Yato had just finished chopping food. He didn’t look at her as she closed the sliding door and took a seat next to him.

“How are you feeling?” She coaxed, arm already around his shoulders.

“Good,” Yato huffed a sigh, “I mean I’m not happy. Not upset either. Just here,” he shrugged. Then he turned those blue eyes on her.

“How about you? Are you okay?” He asked. That was more like him, to ask how others were feeling when he was the one with the problem.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She said. His arm wrapped around her waist but before she could turn her blush on him, he buried his nose in her neck.

“It just doesn’t feel real, you know? I know he’s not dead, so it’s not over, but it just feels like it is?” Yato lowered his voice so the kids inside didn’t hear him worry over nothing. Those were reserved for Hiyori, just like her monologues were only for his ears.

“A new beginning,” Hiyori offered. She felt him smile against her neck and Hiyori’s blush reached it. Out of habit, she held out her hand and let him intertwine their fingers.

“I have a new life now,” Yato mused, “hopefully one without him in it.”

“But with you still here,” Hiyori squeezed her hand for emphasis.

“Haha, yeah. Of course. Me and you and Yukine, with a little less baggage.”

“Yato,” Hiyori sighed with a smile. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that simply cleaning out his father’s house was enough to make the emotional problems go away.

“I know,” Yato murmured. He nuzzled a little bit more, Hiyori waiting to rest her cheeks on his head. She stared at their hands with a soft smile, the feeling just as familiar as it was forgien. Hiyori came to the conclusion that she might not ever truly, fully, know Yato but that it wouldn’t stop her from loving him all the same.

“It’s a little bit of a shame though,” Hiyori said.

“Hmm?”

“Your stuff. This house. It’s almost like a waste.”

“Not a waste,” Yato said, “a new start. One with you in it.” The smile was evident in his voice and Hiyori could feel the steam rise off her face. She would never get used to such blatant flirting, especially when he grinned so charmingly at her from so close.

“But you’re welcome to take something. Something to remember me by.” Yato’s eyes drifted to her lips and back to her drooping eyes.

“You?” Hiyori said without thinking. Just as she leaned in for another precious kiss, Yato bursted out laughing, tips of his ears a bright red.

“As you wish!” Yato exulted. Hiyori was too lost in her embarrassment to look at him, not even when Yukine threw the kitchen door open to yell at his teasing master. There was still something there, something that overshadowed them with forbidding, but with Yato’s comforting laughter ringing throughout her bones, Hiyori knew they would be alright.

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morningfears · 6 years ago

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Distraction

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: “hi, can I please get a smutty 4 n 5 with sub!calum or sub!nick :)” So, “I know you can be louder than that.” and “If you interrupt me one more time, I swear -“ “What? You gonna punish me?” for anon. Obviously, I chose Nick.

Word Count: 3.2k (...not a drabble, whoops)

For the first time since you’d moved in, your entire apartment complex seemed to be silent. Your neighbors, well-known amongst your friends for their lack of volume control, had already left for the holidays and so, it seemed, had most of the other residents in your building. Even the guy four doors down who drove the loudest motorcycle you’d ever heard hadn’t revved his engine at all. It had been so silent, in fact, that your noise-cancelling headphones, the ones that you always needed when you attempted to work at home rather than in the library, sat unused on your desk.

You’d spent the day working on your final essay, the only thing that stood between you and winter break, but progress was much slower than you imagined it would be and you couldn’t help the frustrated groan that spilled past your lips as you dropped your head to the desk. You desperately wanted to be finished, to put this class behind you and take a break from academia for a few weeks, but the words just wouldn’t come. You’d gotten distracted by every little notification on your phone, by e very little sound in your apartment, by the thought of what you’d do once you finished your paper; your focus was clearly lacking and Nick’s presence hadn’t helped at all.

He’d had the day off, a full day with nothing to do, and you were desperate to spend as much time with him as possible. However, with an 11:59 P.M. deadline looming over your head and a distinct lack of pages written, you’d sequestered yourself in your bedroom and banished Nick to the living room (you hadn’t had the heart to send him home, at least you could see him for a few minutes when you went to get water or snacks if he spent the day in your apartment).

He, for the most part, had been good. He knew how badly you needed to finish the paper and he encouraged your academic pursuits fully. He wanted to spend his downtime with you but school came first. However, that didn’t stop him from pulling you into a kiss every time you entered the living room. Each time you passed the couch, he would reach out and wrap a hand around your wrist and pull you onto the couch with him for just a moment, long enough to have you melting into his embrace, before he’d nudge you away and encourage you to get back to work.

Nick laughed every time you walked away grumbling about his teasing and, each time he called, “That should make you work faster, ma. The sooner you get done, the sooner you’ll get more than a kiss.”

You flipped him off each time, huffing some variation of, “You’re such a distraction, Mara,” as you cursed yourself internally for not writing your essay earlier.

It took a few hours, far longer than it had taken in the past, but you finally managed to find a sort of groove. You ironed out your argument, you found the article that you’d use to justify your argument, you found a wide array of sources; your essay was finally coming together after what felt like hours of staring blankly at a word document. As you got into the groove of writing, you stopped stepping away from your desk to grab a bottle of water or a snack and Nick noticed that it had been over an hour since your last appearance.

He didn’t want to interrupt, however, he was getting bored and found himself wandering through your apartment. He ran a finger over the spines of books on your bookshelf, thumbed through the vinyl records that he liked to tease you about (even if he did enjoy lying on the floor with you, listening to you sing along to whatever vinyl you felt like listening to or when you asked him to sing along to the old school R&B records that you bought with him in mind), and even looked through the stack of polaroids you had taken with friends. He looked through everything in your living room - from the coffee table book a friend had given you to the stack of textbooks you still needed to return - and still hadn’t heard a word from your bedroom.

He hesitated for just a moment right outside your bedroom door before he said ‘fuck it’ and stepped into the room. He found you exactly where he imagined you would be, sitting in your desk chair with your eyes trained on your laptop, and he smiled at the sight. He really didn’t want to interrupt you, not when you were on a roll, but he couldn’t help himself as he crossed the room to where you sat. He wasn’t sure that you even noticed his presence, not when your fingers were flying across the keyboard and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, but you absolutely noticed his presence when he pressed a soft kiss to the exposed nape of your neck.

“Nick,” you huffed as you reached out to nudge his face away, “I promise I’m almost done, babe. Just give me another half hour. I’m two pages away from my page limit. When I’m finished, I’m all yours.”

Nick remained silent, he knew that anything he said would annoy you as you were so into your work that nothing else really mattered in that moment, and moved to lie on your bed as he watched you work. He alternated between staring at you and paying attention to his phone, however, each time he glanced at you, he felt the longing in the pit of his stomach grow a little stronger. He hadn’t just been torturing you with the teasing kisses he’d given you throughout the day; he was torturing himself. The pair of you hadn’t had time completely alone in weeks. You were over at the house, surrounded by the guys (not that that really stopped you; you just had to be a little quieter than he liked) or you had friends over or the guys somehow found themselves at your apartment (you cook for them once and it’s difficult to get them to leave) and he just wanted you to himself for a little while.

Nick didn’t want to worry about one of the guys barging in and seeing more than he should. He didn’t want to worry about keeping quiet (either of you; the guys still teased him about the time he thought you were alone and had gone a little harder than usual with his dirty talk) and didn’t want to worry about not having enough time to give either of you what you wanted. He just wanted to take his time with you, hear you, and enjoy every moment of it.

Every time he glanced at you, a pang of lust shot down his spine. He always told you just how sexy he found you when you were concentrating on something (you always laughed at him but he made sure to show you just how serious he was and had ended up with his head between your thighs more than once after you’d doubted him) and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull you away from your desk and make up for the hours that you’d spent writing.

“You never believe me when I say this, but I love watching you work. You’ve got this look on your face and you bite your lip. It’s a good look on you, ma.”

Nick heard you release a quiet sigh at his words and watched as you shook your head. “I promise, I’m almost done,” you mumbled, your voice quiet as you kept your eyes on your computer screen, “When I’m finished, I’m finished for the next few weeks so we’ll have plenty of time to spend together. Until then, can you just, entertain yourself? Quietly?”

“Mm,” Nick hummed, his tone matching yours as he moved from his spot on the bed and crossed the room to stand behind you once more. “I could,” he mumbled against your skin as he settled in behind you, “but where’s the fun in that?” He could feel the goosebumps erupt on your skin as he brushed his lips across the nape of your neck and heard the huff of mixed annoyance and arousal that left your lips. He knew that you wanted this just as much as he did, knew that you wanted nothing more than to spend the day in bed with him, and he was going to do everything in his power to convince you to write a little faster.

“Nick,” you huffed as your fingers paused on the keyboard, “please. I-“

“You’re almost done,” he finished, “I know. Don’t mind me. I’m just entertaining myself. Quietly.”

“Have I ever told you how annoying I find you?” you questioned, your words mumbled as you attempted to regain your train of thought.”

“A few times,” Nick admitted with a laugh. “But you love me.”

You didn’t respond as you attempted to settle back into the groove of writing. You attempted to focus on the words in the article in front of you, attempted to form coherent sentences, but your focus was long gone. All of your attention was on Nick’s mouth, pressing kisses to your neck, and on his hands as his fingers brushed at your sides.

“Come on, Nick,” you huffed as you felt a shudder ripple down your spine, “just a little-“

“A little longer, I know,” he mumbled against your skin. “Keep working. I’m plenty entertained.”

Nick wasn’t normally one to interrupt you so easily (he usually only did it on accident or in the bedroom) and you were already a little annoyed. As a result, you huffed, “Nick, if you interrupt me one more time, I swear-“

“What? You gonna punish me?” he questioned with a laugh as he continued his teasing.

The idea of you punishing him was almost laughable. In the bedroom, things were either equal with both of you sharing the power or they tended to lean a little more toward Nick taking charge. He had no problem giving orders and you had no problem following them. However, punishments, especially ones that required him relinquishing all control, seemed a little farfetched. But you were already annoyed and his interruptions had pushed you a little farther than you wanted to admit so you took the bait and nodded.

“Yeah,” you huffed as you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and decided that you could spare a little time. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Nick watched, his eyes wide in surprise, as you shoved away from your desk. He stepped away from your chair quickly and felt the back of his knees hit your bed. You pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him into a seated position at the foot of your bed. “What?” you questioned as you stepped between his spread thighs and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Nothing to say now?”

“Nothing at all,” he confirmed as he brought his hands up to your waist and slipped them beneath the hem of your top.

Nick kept his eyes on your face as you thought about your next move. Taking charge wasn’t exactly something you tended to do in the bedroom and he wanted to reach out and take charge himself, however, before he could move, you dipped your head down and pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands as your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he tightened his grip on your his as he attempted to pull you closer. Instead of moving, just as he imagined you would, you pulled away from the kiss and shook your head.

“Not today, babe,” you mumbled against his lips. “Shirt off, please.”

“If I don’t want to take it off?” He asked as you moved to press your lips to his neck.

“Then I can go back to my writing and you can get yourself off,” you informed him with a shrug before you placed a teasing nip to the column of his throat. “Your choice, babe.”

When Nick removed his hands from your waist, you stepped away and gave him enough room to pull his shirt up and over his head. Nick raised an eyebrow as you stared at him, your eyes sweeping over his exposed skin, before he asked, “Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” you huffed as you gestured for him to move further up the bed. “I still think you’re annoying, though.”

“I can live with that.”

You rolled your eyes as you settled into the space between Nick’s legs. To your surprise, he didn’t attempt to gain control as you moved to press kisses to his newly exposed skin. You nipped at his neck, your lips warm against his skin as his hands moved to push up the material of your top. He bunched it just below your breasts, as high as he could get it on his own, and brushed his fingers over your skin as you moved down to kiss his chest.

“If you want something,” you mumbled against his skin as he attempted to push your top up a little higher, “you have to ask for it, babe.”

Nick wasn’t going to indulge you, however, he had long since stopped thinking with any sort of rationality. Instead, he wanted to take the route that would get both of you off quickly. So, he bit back the smirk and the roll of his eyes and asked, “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Of course,” you breathed as you shifted just enough for him to tug the material up and over your head. Once your shirt joined his on the floor, you returned your mouth to his skin and continued your descent.

A blowjob wasn’t what Nick had been expecting, not when he had been teasing you all day, but he wasn’t going to question it as you tugged at the strings on his sweatpants. “Off, please,” you mumbled against his stomach with a glance up at him. Nick was quick to follow this request and shimmied out of his sweatpants faster than he had his shirt. When you realized he’d foregone underwear and were met with a wide grin, you rolled your eyes and mumbled a quiet, “Of course,” against his skin.

Nick’s laughter at your comment was cut short as your hands moved to his thighs. He watched, eyes half-lidded, as you shifted a little farther down and continued pressing kisses to his skin. You nipped and licked at his skin as you raked your nails over his thighs, careful to never get too close to where he wanted you most. He kept his mouth shut as you left red marks in your wake, not enough to turn into a hickey but enough to stand out for the time being.

He wanted to ask you to move faster, wanted to ask you to give him what he wanted, but he let you keep control and held himself back as you lavished his body with kisses. It was almost as if you were testing him, waiting for him to attempt to take over, but he was aware that this was supposed to be a punishment and he didn’t want to rush to the end.

You felt him squirm beneath you, his hands reaching out to your head to guide your movements, but before he could nudge you down, you pulled away. “Keep your hands to yourself,” you told him as you reached out to rake your nails over his thighs once more, “or I’ll stop.”

“Stop wha-“ he began, but before he could finish the word, you’d dropped your head and traced the vein running along the underside of his cock with your tongue. “Fuck,” he breathed as he clawed at your duvet in search of a secure grip.

He kept relatively quiet as you teased him with kitten licks, your hands remaining on his thighs as you failed to take him between your lips. He wanted to reach out and guide your head, wanted to get you to take him down your throat just as he’d been dreaming about, however, he kept his hands on the duvet and waited for you to take him. His patience was running thin and he almost asked you to give up the charade when you finally took the head of his cock between your lips.

Nick groaned at the feeling of your mouth finally wrapping around his cock and he released a quiet groan as you wrapped your hand around the base. You’d been together long enough to know what he liked and you used every trick you knew drove him wild to get him close to the edge. The closer he got, the louder he got. However, you could tell that he was still holding back as you glanced up to catch him biting his lip.

“I know you can be louder than that,” you mumbled against his skin, your lips swollen and shiny with spit as you glanced up at him from beneath your lashes.

Nick groaned at the sight, his chest heaving and his heart racing. You looked sinful and he wanted nothing more than to give you whatever you asked for. So, instead of making some stupid comment that would make you roll your eyes or laugh, he gave in and let himself go. He groaned at the feeling of your mouth on him, moaned your name as you took him just a little deeper, and gripped harder at the duvet as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “fuck, I’m close.”

“Ask for permission,” you instructed, your voice raspy and your eyes shining, “ask me to let you cum, baby.”

Nick was too far gone to think about it so he didn’t hesitate to ask, “Let me cum, please. I’m so close.”

“One more time,” you breathed before you took him into your mouth once more.

Nick did as he was told, he asked for permission one more time with another please, and you almost wanted to let him. You could tell just how close he was, could tell that he was right on the verge, but this was supposed to be a punishment, after all. So, instead of letting him fall over the edge, you pulled away just before he could cum.

When you pulled away from him completely, climbed off the bed, and reached for your shirt, it took a moment for him to realize what was happening. When he did, however, he sat up, bewildered, and blinked at you. “What the fuck?” he questioned, “What are you doing?”

“I’m finishing my essay, babe. Gotta finish that before I can finish you,” you informed him with a grin as you settled back into your chair. “Thirty more minutes, tops.”

Nick stared at you, his eyes narrowed, before he huffed and dropped his head back into the pillows at the head of your bed. “You’re gonna pay for this,” he huffed, his voice thoroughly fucked, “when you finish your essay, you’re mine.”

“That’s what I was counting on, babe.”

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Author’s Note: I still need to work out nicknames for them to give their partners in my fics. Anyway, I’m trying to watch Jurassic Park and I kept getting distracted. My bad. Anyway, this is my second attempt at PM and my first Nick fic. Fun fact, my first crush ever was named Nick. We were friends from kindergarten until we graduated. He made me a Batman keychain in shop and we were partners for all our science projects in junior and senior year of high school. ANYWAY. I’m having fun with the PM fics! ALSO. This isn’t super subby but, like. I feel like he’d be a little shit instead of a straight up sub. So.

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bobdylanrevisited · 4 years ago

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Blonde On Blonde

Released: 20 June 1966

Rating: 10/10

The finale of the electric trilogy, another masterpiece that pushes the boundaries of Dylan’s singing and penmanship. He described this album as the closest he’s ever gotten to the noises in his head, a thin mercury sound, metallic and bright gold. It was also the first double sided rock album, and his first without an acoustic track, with Dylan continuing to blaze a trail in popular music. Although this album may not be as ‘deep’ as its predecessors, it’s still a thrilling musical adventure that again makes you forget his folk origins, and embrace his role as the leader of a new style of ‘pop’ song.

1) Rainy Day Women No. 12 & 35 - The look on people’s faces when the album opened with this must have been one to behold, it sounds nothing like the Bob we know and love. It’s more like a Mardi Gras parade, with trumpets blaring and the band’s joyous screams, all revolving around a pun on the word ‘stoned’. It’s a brilliant opener, both upbeat, funny, and unlike anything that came before it. Whether the song refers to weed, hedonism, his pious status, or the ancient punishment, it’s hard to argue that ‘everybody must get stoned’.

2) Pledging My Time - A severe change of gear for this track, a much slower blues number, which reworks a number of older blues lyrics, to describe the promise to a lover in the hopes that they will reciprocate the feeling. It’s a fine song, though it does get somewhat lost on the album due to the longevity many of the other tracks have endured.

3) Visions Of Johanna - Generally agreed to be one of the finest songs ever written, it’s no wonder this has remained one of Dylan’s favourites ever since. It’s a colossal piece, proving that no matter what instruments are on the track, the writing is still the soul of what Dylan is doing. Not only are the vocals among the best he’s ever recorded, the song weaves a vivid picture of his strive for perfection. Much like the previous two albums, Bob uses metaphor and surreal imagery to express personal emotion and you can’t help but hang on his every word. You are transported into a dreamlike state, also searching for Johanna and your own personal idea of flawlessness, though for me that may very well just be this song.

4) One Of Us Must Know (Sooner Or Later) - A song about the ending of a relationship, which should be a bleak affair, but I can’t help but singalong and grin as I listen to this brilliant tune. Although it dissects and defends bad behaviours that caused the couple to sour, the instrumentation and the rousing chorus are a joy to hear, and it’s easily one of my favourite tracks on the album.

5) I Want You - At odds with the previous track, this a sweet love song, once again populated my characters and imagery that only Dylan could conjure up. Much like the rest of the album, the tune and melody of this song are remarkably beautiful, and this is certainly Dylan’s most musically ambitious, yet accessible album so far, with this track being another highlight. The song has also been reworked a lot live, and sounds just as beautiful as a ballad, which Dylan played a lot in the late 80s/early 90s.

6) Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again - I think this may be my favourite song on the album, with apologies to Johanna. Whilst it’s simply just another surreal story with a mad cast of people, I absolutely adore it. Again, the tune is catchy and fun, the singing is perfect, and the whole thing comes together to be a track that fills me with indescribable happiness. The live Hard Rain 1976 version is also phenomenal, it’s impossible for this song to sound anything other than amazing.

7) Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat - A satire on fashion, and a lover continuing to wear her new hat in increasingly compromising situations, this is another blues song with a great guitar arrangement and sounded brilliant on the 1966 Live tour. It’s not one of my favourites on the album, but it’s a good song that talks of jealousy and materialism, with the bluesy sound being the main attraction.

8) Just Like A Woman - Potentially written about Edie Sedgwick, this sounds like one of Dylan’s tenderest songs, but the lyrics are actually full of vulnerability and regret. One of Bob’s most popular songs, possibly due to the gentle tune and the grounded imagery, I’ve personally always found it a tiny bit overrated in comparison with the rest of the album, though I understand it is an easy introduction to Dylan for the average listener. However, I will admit that the song is spellbinding when performed live, particularly on the 1966 tour.

9) Most Likely You Go Your Way And I’ll Go Mine - A very literal tale of a breakup, this is again another song that feels joyous despite the content. The guitars and drums add a very fun layer to the tune, and it’s another track that hasn’t got a deep message, but is just a brilliantly sung rock song that helps make this album the most musically enjoyable yet.

10) Temporary Like Achilles - Another blues number about a breakup and a new lover. There’s not much to write about this one, other than it’s again a fun tune, this time revolving around a double entendre: ‘honey, why are you so hard?’

11) Absolutely Sweet Marie - This is another catchy tune, and whilst it’s still influenced by the blues, it is more upbeat. Much like the previous track it’s full of innuendo, but it sounds like a ‘pop’ song that you may hear on the radio, with a more restrained style of singing from Bob. It’s another fine song which would be considered more a filler track, if not for the line ‘to live outside the law you must be honest’, which is one of his most quoted lyrics. It shows that even when he’s not telling a mad story or protesting injustice, he’s still the world’s best songwriter and can toss legendary lines into a largely throwaway song.

12) Fourth Time Around - Written as a response to The Beatles ‘Norwegian Wood’, Dylan uses this dark tale of a lover’s fight to take aim at John Lennon’s ‘new’ style of writing, that sounded an awful lot like it had been stolen from Bob. Musically, it is the same as ‘Norwegian Wood’, with the last line warning ‘I never asked for your crutch, now don’t ask for mine’. Basically, Bob’s telling John not to take his style, whilst also perfectly showing the world that he’s still the best at storytelling and his brand of unique phrasing. This song would haunt John Lennon for some time, as he was paranoid about Dylan’s feelings towards him, but in the end Lennon went in a new direction and Bob remained friends with The Beatles, so any beef seem to be short lived.

13) Obviously Five Believers - Much like previous tracks, another bluesy tune with lyrics about a relationship and wild backing musicians, this is a good little song to dance and singalong with. Robbie Robertson’s guitar playing is particularly impressive on this track, and his playing throughout the whole album is one of the highlights.

14) Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands - Bob had married Sara Lownds three months earlier, and this 11 minute poem of love, beauty, strength, and heavenly romance is an incredible tribute to her. Though much of the album is filled with sombre lyrics about relationships ending and striving for a perfect woman, the closing track is all about how Bob has found what he has been searching for. It’s a gorgeous song that is not only some of his most heartfelt writing, it’s a uncompromising wedding vow that is full of genuine emotion and is brimming with positivity, something Dylan doesn’t often write about. It’s an incredible conclusion to the album, and to this period of his career.

Verdict: Once again, my hyperbolic words can’t do this album or career period justice, for a 25 year old to release three culture changing masterpieces in the space of 15 months is unfathomable. Whilst it could seem somewhat ‘sell out’ with the more radio friendly songs, the whole album is just a thrillingly perfect journey through Dylan’s emotions and experiences, relationships ending, searching for meaning, and finally finding happiness. This album once again includes some of the best songs and singing of his entire career, and the overall sound throughout the record is much more mature and composed. Even the tracks that seem a little more filler are still brilliantly written songs that eclipsed the popular music that was being released at the time. The album is my (joint) second favourite thing he’s ever released, and sadly it would be the last of this particular ‘Bob Dylan’, as he was once again about to cocoon and re-emerge a new man. Following a motorcycle accident in 1966, and his settling down with his new wife and children, the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle was about to be abandoned for a more mellow, more relaxed, and more ‘country’ sound.

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starshine583 · 6 years ago

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I’ll Tell You Goodnight

(Here’s part 9! I hope you guys enjoy it!)

Hooked On A Feeling (This was part 8)

Light flashed over head as they passed under street lights. The low hum of the motorcycle provided white noise to accompany the silence of the night. Marinette’s arms hung loosely around Damian’s waist, and he felt her head resting on his back.

She must be tired. He thought to himself. They’d left the amusement park later than he expected they would.

Despite this, Damian still felt somewhat disappointed when her family bakery came into view. It was odd to say, but he didn’t want the night to end. Being with her made him..relaxed. Happy even. How could he feel this way about a girl he just met? It didn’t make sense.

The motorcycle stopped in front of the sidewalk, right next to the glass door of the bakery.

He didn’t move at first, listening to the sound of Marinette’s soft, steady breaths, feeling her chest rise and fall.

She must have noticed the lack of movement after a while, because her head lifted off of his back.

“Are we home?” The words were groggy and hushed, and Damian had a strange urge to hold her in his arms so she could sleep longer.

“Yes, you’re home.” He answered, matching her volume.

Marinette hummed in tired annoyance, lazily sliding off of the motorcycle. “Thank you for the ride. I know it’s out of your way.”

He waved his hand in the air as if to brush off the comment. “No, no. I’m the one that stole you. It’d be unreasonable to make you walk home.”

She chuckled, making the dark night a bit brighter, and took off his helmet to reveal her disarrayed pigtails and crooked smile.

“Stole me, huh?”

“Well, what would you call it?” Damian asked, taking the helmet from her hands and tucking it between his arm and side.

Her bluebell eyes turned to the sky as she pressed a finger to her chin in thought. “I don’t know. Maybe..”

Her gaze flicked back to him.

“Saved?”

Damian’s eyes widened slightly. Saved? She thought he saved her? From what? And why was it suddenly harder to breath?

“Marinette? Is that you?”

His thoughts stopped short when Sabine called out to them from inside the shop.

Marinette sighed. “I should go. I’m already gonna be in trouble for skipping classes.”

“Sorry.”

Hopefully her parents were as reasonable with punishment as his was.

“It’s alright. I had a lot of fun.” She smiled, her tone turning to a teasing one as she added, “At least we didn’t get interrupted by an akuma this time.”

Damian did his best not to show his irritation towards the reminder. There was another reason he spent the day with Marinette, or, at least, there was supposed to be.

“About the akuma attacks..”

He hated ruining the last bits of their night together, but Bruce wouldn’t let him hang out with her anymore if he didn’t get information.

“Do those happen often? I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Marinette gave a nervous laugh. “Oh, you have no idea. It’s getting kind of ridiculous.”

“They come from a guy called Hawkmoth, right? Do you know how it works?”

Something in her expression hinted to him that she did, but she shook her head.

“Not exactly. I know he uses negative emotions to create the akumas.”

Negative emotions?

“How?”

“Marinette?” Sabine called again, not giving Marinette time to reply.

She gave him an apologetic look as she stepped towards the door. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

Damian offered a smile. “It’s alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Marinette faltered, staring at him with a surprised look.

“Will you?”

It took a minute for the question to register.

Crap.

They hadn’t planned that out yet, had they?

“Uh..” He trails off, lost for words. “I mean, if you want to?”

He swiftly dug around in his pocket for a paper and pen. The ticket from the amusement park would work fine.

“I don’t know what your schedule is for tomorrow,” He continued, scribbling a few numbers down and handing her the ticket, “But here’s my number. Hopefully we can work something out.”

To his relief, she took it and glanced over the numbers.

She then stashed it in her pocket with a grin. “Thanks. I’ll be sure to text you.”

A soft pause.

Marinette pursed her lips together, like she wanted to say something else. Damian definitely wanted to, but he couldn’t place what it was that he wanted to say.

“Well, goodnight.” She finally stated, spinning around to open the front door.

“Goodnight. Make sure to get some sleep.” He advised, fitting the helmet onto his head.

“No promises!” Marinette called over her shoulder just before the glass door closed behind her.

Damian sighed, starting up the motorcycle with a small smile. This was starting to become a problem. He shouldn’t want to follow her inside so badly.

Nevertheless, his grin was all too obvious as he sped down the road towards the hotel.

“You were out late.”

Damian didn’t need to see Dick to know his smile was obnoxiously coy.

“And I’m going to be out even later.” He replied flatly, going straight to his suitcase to pull out his costume. “Don’t you have your own room?”

Mayor Bourgeois was quite generous himself, if you could call it that. He was so wrapped up in impressing them that he gave them three rooms each.

“Bruce wanted me to make sure you came back.” Dick answered, setting his book to the side. “I thought we agreed that Robin was on the bench for now.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “In the daylight, yes, but Father didn’t say anything about going out at night. As long as I’m not seen, it’s not a problem.”

“Damian-”

“I’m just going on patrol. I’ll be back in an hour, easy.”

Dick paused, and Damian hoped that meant he would leave him alone.

“You’re not allowed to stop by Marinette’s house.”

Damian grit his teeth. It took all of his will power not to pull out the dagger hidden in the secret pocket of his suit case.

“I wasn’t going to. At least not specifically. It’s patrol. You go everywhere.”

“Mhm. Sure.”

Damian sent him a sharp glare, before yanking his suit out of the suitcase and storming for the bathroom. He had better things to do than hogtie his brother over the side of the balcony, anyway.

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buckybarnesstar · 6 years ago

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Mmm Bucky punishing you by putting you on the back of His motorcycle with no panties while he rides fast and the feeling of the vibrations of the bike between your legs has you soaked..unf dripping on the seat... ndjdhdkjdndj

you’d be so bratty at the bar because Bucky told you that you’re allowed to have two drinks and that’s it. you’re a grown woman, he can’t tell you what to do.

you wanted to have fun and two drinks does not leave you carefree and feeling weightless. not only were you annoyed, you were sober. and after the week you’ve had, you’d rather not be. you’d rather have fun, dance with Bucky, and forget about the stress.

but of course that’s not gonna happen. if you couldn’t get drunk, you wanted to go home. but Bucky didn’t want to go home at nine o’clock on a Friday.

Bucky was chatting with Steve about who knows what, drinking his...well, you weren’t sure how many beers he’s had. it doesn’t affect him like it does a normal person.

you zoned out after you finished your second drink. you didn’t want to dance without Bucky and your friends were too busy to do anything so they couldn’t come out. you huffed and puffed, swaying your legs back and forth on the bar stool.

Bucky gave you a side glance but ignored you. you crossed your arms and tilted your head back, staring up at the ceiling.

“bored?” a man asked. you moved your head back down and met eyes with the bartender. an idea immediately popped into your head. looks like you’d have some fun after all. this would get Bucky’s attention.

“yeah, wanna help a girl out?” you giggled, leaning closer on the counter, showing off your cleavage in your low cut dress. the bartender smirked and leaned on his arms, checking you out. “my shift ends in an hour. I could take you back to my place. how’s that sound, angel?” he bit his lip, his eyes on your lips.

Bucky was absolutely fuming, having seen and heard the whole thing. he thought you were out of your mind right now.

“sounds fu-“ a hand gripped onto your arm and jerked you off the bar stool. Bucky was pulling you away and you gasped, having to jog to keep up with his speed. “Bucky, let me go!” you tried to pry his hand off of your arm because it was actually hurting you, but he didn’t listen.

Bucky stormed out of the exit and into the warm summer night air. “the hell is wrong with you!?” you yelled as he let you go, having approached his motorcycle. he quickly turned around to face you, his height towering over you.

you felt small now. the look in his eyes was indescribable. “I should be asking you that!” He yelled back. you rolled your eyes. “don’t be so dramatic, I was joking. I was bored in there. two drinks? that’s nothing! you treat me like a child!” You ranted on and on, not paying attention to Bucky as he dropped onto his knees in front of you.

his hands made quick work to lift up your dress. you gasped as he yanked your panties down to your ankles. your cheeks burned and you looked around, thankful that nobody was around to see this.

“step out of them.” you hesitated and Bucky looked up at you. “NOW!” he raised his voice. you flinched and stepped out of your panties, unsure of what was about to happen. Bucky stood back up and stuffed your panties in his pocket.

Bucky sat on his motorcycle and looked at you. “hop on.” he said, his eyebrows raised, just waiting for you to snap back. you swallowed what you wanted to say and got on the back of the motorcycle.

it was a weird feeling, sitting on the leather seat with no panties on. your dress covered you but you still felt so exposed.

“Bucky, I-“ “don’t speak or cum until I say so. understood?” he spoke as he situated your helmet on your head, pulling the strap tight under your chin. Bucky always did it, to make sure it was tight enough and positioned right.

“yes daddy” you said with a small voice, watching him put his own helmet on. Bucky took the motorcycle off it’s kickstand and started it up. the low rumble made you gasp, the vibrations on your pussy shocking you.

“hold on tight!” he yelled over the loud noise. you wrapped your arms around his back, linking your hands at the front on his stomach. Bucky revved it up and pulled out of the parking lot of the run down bar.

your eyes shut as the vibrations became stronger, your clit pulsing from the attention. it was a strange sensation but it felt so good. Bucky sped up, but stayed within the speed limit, and the only edged you closer.

the seat had become wet under you and you moaned into the night air, your thighs shaking. you remembered what Bucky said before, about not cumming, and cursed.

the ride home was torturous. your pussy was throbbing and your throat was sore from moaning so much. as Bucky pulled up to your home, he stopped the motorcycle.

you were breathing heavily as you took your helmet off. Bucky helped you off your seat after taking his off, and he moved his hand underneath your dress. “did you cum?” he asked, his fingers rubbing through your lips, nudging against your swollen clit.

“n-no daddy” you said, your eyelids hooded from the pleasure you were receiving. Bucky hummed and looked at his leather seat, smirking at the huge wet spot where you had been sitting.

“your punishment isn’t over. daddy wants you on your knees on the bed. go.”

y’all.....

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sunfloweradore · 7 years ago

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based on s/m by rihanna and harry is hella dom

i may have gotten… a bit carried away with this lmao it’s pretty self indulgent n basically porn without a plot so have fun reading it :)

Y/N shifted under his harsh gaze, her thighs shaking under the pressure of his own. She deserved to feel like this, though, and she knew it. He’d been an absolute sweetheart, recently. Taking her out to get ice cream on his motorcycle and even letting her take the helmet off as long as she promised to hold on to him tight. She’d never really gotten to do either of those things very often, considering she was a sassy little thing and loved to push Harry’s nerves any way she could manage, but for the past few weeks it became exhausting for both of them (not the sex, though, because Y/N could handle anything Harry threw at her, she was sure). When they first met, it was sort of a Christian Grey situation- where Y/N was a poor college student who was as much of a virgin as she could be. Harry had always been more of a dominant presence and when he came into the restaurant she worked at and asked to be specifically served by her, who could say no? From that point on, she became addicted to the feeling he gave her, a dangerous feeling that made her feel safe at the same time. He reminded her of a CEO, dominant and powerful, but he was just a car mechanic who liked to spank girls who got out of line.

Speaking of getting out of line, that’s exactly what Y/N was trying to do all day. Even though she loved soft and mushy Harry who asked for kisses and cuddles before she did, she missed the Harry who made her wait for him to come home, sitting on her knees, completely naked. At first it was just little things like talking back to him a bit or not doing as he said immediately. It annoyed him a little bit, but not enough to do anything about it. As the day progressed, though, she got a little more daring, not wearing panties out and making him rub her feet at the table of the restaurant they were at. He did so without complaint, but when he noticed her lack of panties, his jaw locked and his brows stayed furrowed for the rest of the night, giving her a look that said ��you’re in for it”. Somehow, though, that wasn’t enough to get her to listen, and when the waiter came over to ask them what they wanted to drink, she shuffled her legs open just enough for the poor young man to get an eyeful. Both the waiter and Harry’s eyes widened, the former shooting out of his seat and practically yanking her arm out of its socket. Her feet drug against the ground on the way to the car until he barked a booming “enough!”, to which she whimpered and lowered her head like a submissive puppy would do. That brings them to the situation at hand- where Y/N’s wrists were bound tightly to their metal headboard, the coolness of it not even a fraction of the look Harry was sending her way.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Y/N,” he spat, fully clothed with his muscly thighs keeping her midsection pinned down. She sniffled with a pout on her lips, big, pleading eyes looking up at him. She opened her mouth, ready to beg him not to do anything (even though she really, really wanted him to) until he forcefully clamped his ring-clad palm over her it.

“You know what Daddy’s rules are, so why did you disobey them? Hm?” he asked, rather passively, taking his hand away for only a moment until he wrapped it around her throat possessively, not enough to choke her but enough to make sure that she stayed down.

“D-dunno, Daddy… just wanted to, sorta,” she mumbled with teary eyes. About a minute passed without him saying anything, just glaring at her with a look in his eyes that she couldn’t decipher.

“Listen to me, right now, little girl. You don’t want me to give you something to cry about, so you better stop that before you aren’t able to. Now, you’re going to get my cock all wet for you and then I’m going to fuck you until I cum, understand?” he questioned her, squeezing her throat in succession to his words. She nodded quickly, almost unable to from how tightly he was holding onto her. The way he was keeping her completely pinned to the bed was making her drip, his voice gravelly and deep and right in her face. He lifted his thighs off of her, along with his hand. She liked the pressure, though, and as he unzipped his jeans, pulling himself out, she asked if he could hold her throat while he made her suck on him.

“Such a dirty baby,” he tutted. “You want Daddy to choke you while your pretty little mouth is stuffed with his cock? I don’t know, think you’d like that too much.” She whined a little but cut herself off in fear of him stopping or not letting her have what she wants. Instead, though, he just ignored her and pulled out his cock, looking down at it and biting his lip at the precum beading out. Her heart raced in her chest, watching him get off to himself made her feel like she could cum on the spot, without being touched at all. He pulled the foreskin back, fully exposing the shiny, peony colored head.

“But I think I will, anyways, love, I’d quite like to feel my cock sliding down your tight little throat with my hand, too,” he breathed, staring at her heaving chest instead of his thick girth. She whined again, and his eyes met hers- the fire between the two mixing into something much darker and much, much more desperate. He straddled her body again, but this time with his legs on either side of her head, fully clothed. She squirmed and could feel her wetness in a small pool between her legs at the sign of dominance he expressed by having her lay there, naked, while he remained dressed. He wrapped his large hand around her dainty neck, being careful despite his obvious disdain towards her actions. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, this was exactly what she wanted, and the fact that he knew that and was giving into it made her feel even more aroused. He tapped the sticky head against her already spit-licked lips and she opened up immediately, wrapping her lips around it with a heavy amount of pressure, trying to take him as deeply as she could. Harry’s mouth instantly dropped open, but that wasn’t what he wanted, and he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back with a line of spit attached to him.

“Slow down, I didn’t tell you to give me head, I told you to get me wet,” he spoke sternly, still using his other hand to hold her hair out of her face. “Start over.”

Y/N took a deep breath through her nose, the best attempt she could manage with the pressure of him practically sitting on her, not to mention with his hand wrapped around her throat. The rings adorning his fingers were freezing and the contrast of how warm his hands were made her thighs rub together. It provided some stimulation and sated her a bit until she realized that she didn’t want even more of a punishment than she was receiving. Y/N took him into her mouth again, this time as slow as she could handle. Sucking him off, or, sorry, getting him wet, always made her desperate. He was heavy, soft, and warm in her mouth, and she could feel him drip precum onto her awaiting tongue every few seconds. He seemed to be just holding her on his cock until he deemed it ready enough for her already soaked cunt, not looking at her once, and she loved it. Apparently, that time was when she was drooling down her chin, making soft suckling and keening noises the deeper he pushed. Harry got off of her, allowing her to gasp, but picked the rest of the spit up with his index finger and wiped it against the base of his cock. He quickly entered her in order to avoid the spit and precum dripping onto the bed sheets. He closed his eyes in bliss, taking in the whimpers she let out with stride, adjusting his hips until he found a position comfortable enough for them. Tightening around him and pulsing her walls led his breath to stutter, knowing her body like the back of his hand.

“Don’t cum,” he demanded. “Bad little girls don’t get to cum.” Y/N nodded rapidly, kicking her legs against the bed in an attempt to push away her urges. He hadn’t even been in her for more than a minute and she was so worked up that she could orgasm any second, and it made him want to wreck her. The pretty makeup she had on was a mess, some leftover drool stuck on her chin that made it glint from the lamp in the corner of the room. Their sheets and blankets were set aside, Harry wanting to see every inch of her, and that’s exactly what he was doing. Her chest was heaving and red in her struggle to hold back, tempting him to reach up and pinch one of the soft buds. He messed with it for a bit and rolled and pinched at his leisure until he felt her feet try to maneuver him differently. He smirked, thrusting a little faster and grabbing her legs, bringing them upwards so he had complete control over her. She wheezed, the new angle making her yelp out “daddy”. He slammed into her harshly, despite knowing his exact effect on her.

“Did I say you could fucking speak? Huh?” she shook her head as he to slammed into her, letting out a little sob from the change of pace. “That’s what I thought.” He loosened up a bit, choosing to roll his hips instead of rough jabs that, if he looked hard enough, bulged her stomach slightly. Her walls fluttered around him and her hands made fists, tugging at the restraints keeping her at Harry’s will. Her breathing stuttered when he rolled his pelvis at a different angle, grinding the coarse hair he had against her clit in the process. Y/N moaned loudly, trying to squirm away from his penetrating motions until he forcefully seized her waist in his palms and held her down. Despite his warnings and the fierce, unwavering eye contact he held with her, she orgasmed suddenly and intensely. He didn’t stop her, though, and instead helped her through it by flicking his fingers over her drenched labia and clit quickly- the coolness of his rings made her gasp and try to move away, again, but he continued his ministrations until her eyes started watering.

“Filthy girl, told you not to cum,” he taunted. Large, wet droplets dripped down her face from the stimulation and embarrassment of not doing what she was told, apologizing profusely. At this point, Harry was fairly loosened up from the pleasure of being inside her, almost forgetting what brought them here, so he softened even more when he saw her tears. “You’ll just have to make it up to me, won’t you, sweetie?” Y/N nodded, albeit with a pout, wiggling her hips towards him and clenching tightly around his already squeezed cock.

“What a poor baby, can’t listen to perfectly clear instructions and she has to make her daddy cum? Must be so hard for such a little girl,” he sighed mockingly, moving his head to her neck so he could nip and suck at it. He planned on taking her back to that restaurant tomorrow and making her apologize to the waiter she flashed with hickeys lining her neck. His heart sped up at the thought, both of them moaning and groaning when he thrusted harder- deeper from moving upwards.

“G’na let me cum inside that little cunt?” he grunted into her ear, moaning in time with his thrusts. Y/N gasped, pulling at the restraints around her arms and whining for him.

“Yes, please!” she yelped desperately. Harry rolled his hips fluently one last time and came, heartbeat heavy and fast against her own chest. His hands gripped at her squirming hips hard enough that his knuckles turned white, the rings indenting marks into her sensitive skin while he shook and squirmed. He dropped his weight against her, making sure to be as deep inside of her as possible while his orgasm rolled through both of them. They laid there for a while, soaking up the other’s presence until he decided it was time to rid her of her restraints. The silk, although meant to be gentle, left marks against her wrists, making him tut his tongue at them. He threw the (Gucci) scarves to the floor by their bed and pulled out once he was finished, looking into her eyes that were dripping with salty, wet tears. He brought his warm thumbs to them and wiped them all away, proceeding to transfer the moisture on his fingers to the intricate maroon sheets beneath them. She looked up at him, his eyes already on hers, the deep green swirling with love for her, and, quickly, she realized her mistake. This man had been showering her with nothing but affection for weeks and she thought that she could just flash a waiter in front of him?

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she swallowed thickly, taking in a deep breath and wrapping her weak arms around his broad shoulders. He chuckled under his breath, laying down next to her and pulling her into his damp, black button up. Her cheek was pressed against his cross necklace- the defined patch of hair tickling her but the familiarity of his scent and his heartbeat lulled her into a worry-free state.

“Aw, it’s okay, know I haven’t been very rough with you and you just needed attention, didn’t you, button?” he asked, bopping her nose with his pointer finger. Her face crinkled up and she giggled, attempting to burrow her face into his pecs. She couldn’t see, but his mouth slowly worked its way into a smirk.

“You’re still getting spanked tomorrow, though.”

is this okay? idk i don’t really think this has much to do with the song or even harry sjsjksj but as i said, it’s really self indulgent (hence all of the nicknames and stuff lmao) and i’m sorry it took so long (p.s., dom harry encourages you to vote, even if it’s at the last second!!!)

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jui-imouto-chan · 6 years ago

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NSFW of Master Conan dicking down Connor who has been asking for it all. day. long. And Connor has been doing it on purpose cause he loves loves loves rough sex with Conan 😏

I love combining asks (when I actually do them hAH—)!

NSFW warning, for obvious reasons!

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“Did you think it’d be fun,” Conan growls, biting Connor’s ear, earning a soft whine, “testing my patience?”

Connor smiles smugly, rolling his ass back against Conan’s hard bulge, Conan bucking forward and then seizing his hips. The shorter squirms in his grip, wanting more stimulation than Conan would give him, but the steel-eyed man is unrelenting.

Connor had sent him pictures while he was at work, even leaving a voicemail for him that had his pants tightening and ears ringing once it finished. Conan couldn’t even check the texts from Connor after that, simply for his own pride and professionalism, but he knows they’d be equally as needy and desperate.

He’d never ridden his motorcycle at such speeds past chasing suspects before, especially not on his way home.

“Connor.”

“Yes, Master?” Connor feels a little giddy at the tone, thrills and chills surging down his spine, sensors turned up.

Conan’s nails dip into Connor’s skin, to the android’s delight. “This behavior calls for punishment, wouldn’t you say?”

Biting his lip, Connor nods eagerly and doesn’t bother to suppress a moan as Conan repositions them, Connor’s head pressed into the sheets with Conan’s shirt being pulled off of him, leaving him exposed.

His strawberry-pink hole twitches in anticipation, shiny with lubricant that dribbles lazily down his thigh. The liquid picks up its pace with a new gush spilling out of him. Conan curses softly and takes off his belt, tossing it onto the bed, near enough for both him or Connor to grab.

Conan’s hand is gently ghosting over his asscheek before it disappears. Connor makes to turn his head and whine for it to return, but before he even makes a noise, it comes back, forcefully, the contact harsh and sudden and sending Connor’s body rocking forward with his sound catching in his throat.

“Master!” Connor chokes out, fingers clawing into the sheets and ass sitting high in the air, burying his face into fabrics. He feels the belt nearby and brings it to his mouth to bite down on.

“Keep quiet, fucking slut.”

The smaller brunet whimpers, body jolting forward with the next few slaps, his skin heating up where the contact occurs. It hurts, but damn if the pain doesn’t feel amazing, and he’s wiggling his bottom about to get himself some more hits.

Conan chuckles lowly, caressing the warming skin with the tips of his fingers. He gives the globe a light tap, then follows it with a hard one, Connor’s ass rippling satisfyingly, his tiny cock dripping profusely onto the sheets, precum mixing with lube and making a puddle between Connor’s knees.

“Learning your lesson?” he asks, layering on a few smacks before pausing and leaning down to brush his teeth over the abused flesh, tongue slipping out and slathering saliva over the redness.

Connor squeezes his eyes shut and grins unrepentantly, “Not at all, Master.”

Glacier eyes flash and darken. He reaches for the belt between Connor’s teeth and yanks it away, loving how Connor’s brown orbs shrink in fear and his pupils dilate until there’s only a thin ring of burnet surrounding black. He folds the belt in half.

Conan’s wrist flicks back, and then he’s swinging the belt, a pleasing crack echoing in the room, followed immediately by a loud, staggering moan, music to his ears.

Another strike gets him similar results, so he repeats with little variation. Waiting a little longer before he hits again, leaving hickeys and bites on his ass, rubbing the soft synthetic fat lovingly, occasionally giving three or four lashes in one go–all of it has Connor’s eyes rolling up and back, his shouts melodic and arousing.

Deciding to give some relief to his aching erection, he tosses the belt away and turns Connor over, pressing Connor’s knees back until they’re at his chest. Bent in half like this, he’s entirely at Conan’s mercy.

Connor shivers as Conan presses his hot, throbbing cock between his thighs, pressed against the underside of his much, much smaller one. Already, the bottom of Conan’s dick is wet and shimmery, so when he pushes it forward and further between Connor’s legs, there’s a slick wet noise that has Connor flushing.

Conan doesn’t bother with going slow, his pace fast enough to have his balls slapping against Connor harshly, making the area already reddened by the spanking smart and tingle.

“Please, Master–Inside of me! I want you–” Connor gulps with a thrust that is deliciously painful, “I want your cock inside of me, now!”

Conan only obliges because of the pretty tears falling down Connor’s pink face, leaning over to lick up a trail before rutting against Connor’s ass, brushing against his hole. He feels Connor’s face scrunch up into a wanton grimace under his tongue.

Meshing their lips together, Conan finally gives in to Connor’s demands and presses the thick head of his cock past the pulsing walls of Connor’s hole, slipping inside the drooling orifice easily thanks to the excessive lubricant.

Though he slips really far in, his cock is longer than Connor’s body is made specifically to handle, so by the point of him being fully sheathed, his head drags a little against the tight walls that are beyond where the lubricant is produced. The heat of Connor’s channel has Conan gritting his teeth, not really wanting to pull out. It’s with a minor bit of reluctance that he does so, and with impressive control, he manages to keep his return inwards slow, something that has Connor growling and snarling at him.

Conan smiles. It’s always cute when Connor breaks the submissive act. To keep him occupied, Conan presses his fingers to Connor’s lips, pulling his tongue by the tip and stretching it out, saliva coating his fingers as Connor’s slick appendage attempts to wrench itself free of his rough digits. Unarticulated demands pour from Connor’s throat in puffs of air, but Conan only yanks on his tongue harder.

Is this why the saying is ‘Hold your tongue?’ Though, in this case, Conan is holding it, but what’s really the difference?

“Hahhdehh, peeeaahth.”

“Please, what, Connor?” Conan somehow keeps his voice level, or rather, as level as one can be when buried balls-deep in tight, wet heat.

Connor’s face screws up a bit in his efforts to speak through a thrust that seems to have knocked against his prostate. Lucky shot, Conan might prod a bit more to be sure of where it is exactly. “Hahdeh, Mathteh, pleaahthe!”

Relinquishing his hold of Connor’s tongue, Conan grabs Connor’s thighs in a bruising grip and pulls him off the bed slightly, enough so that when he thrusts against him, Connor’s upper body moves with him. As he pulls out again, Connor is dragged back to his original position to meet the next pound, unable to do anything but take it.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Conan murmurs, pinching Connor’s thigh, “I ought to change that, shouldn’t I? I’m supposed to be disciplining you, aren’t I?”

“Then,” Connor gasps, unfocused eyes moving down blearily to try and meet Conan’s, an impish grin spreading across his lips, “Do something, pussy.”

Connor’s spent too much time with Collin.

Conan growls and pulls out, his cock bobbing at the sudden escape. Connor whines, but Conan simply turns him over with little regard for his comfort and sets Connor’s ass into the air. He slaps his palm onto it, once, twice, thrice, again and again until Connor sobs into the sheets and apologizes for disrespecting him, trembling on all fours.

At no point does his little cock lose hardness, nor does the lubricant stop dripping out of him, and between Connor’s thighs are stringy, beading bits of wetness that hang and shimmer.

“Never do that again,” Conan warns, knowing Connor will do so later just to get under his skin. Connor bites his lip and nods, and they pretend that Conan will not think it as the complete and utter lie that it is. “Good boy.”

Connor wriggles his hips to draw his attention, which has him immediately entranced, with the splotchy reds and pinks decorating his skin, the small bruises and bite marks scattered over along with the familiar dusting of freckles. Conan’s cock glides between the two round mounds, pressing lightly against the twitching entrance. He circled it with his tip, driving Connor mad, backing up whenever Connor would try to finally get him in.

“Oh? Does my slut want something?” he inquires, maintaining a quiet and distant tone. His erection belies his desire.

“Please, Master,”

He leans over to get close, lips brushing over Connor’s before moving along his jaw to his ear with a smirk. “What is it? I can’t do anything if you won’t tell me what it is you want, pet.”

“Fuck me,” Connor keens, “Master, fuck me, use me, please, I’m begging you!”

Finally, Conan thinks, impatient. He’s been tired of waiting even before they started, but he tends to torture himself like this, for whatever reason.

His dick is inside before either of them can process it, pulsing against Connor’s walls for less than a second before it’s out, then in. Connor’s prostate is battered randomly, once hit, once not, twice not, hit again. It’s a repetitive process that Conan could never tire of, loving that Connor’s sounds will never be the same even as he strikes his sweet spot twice in a row, then not at all.

It’s easy to tell when Connor is close, his breath hiking up into high-pitched whimpers, his tongue lolling out and drool slipping to the end of his tongue. Conan fists his hand into his hair, pulling him back so his spine is arched absolutely beautifully. “You can’t come yet. You aren’t allowed to, not until I say.”

Another broken sob. Conan tugs him further, peppering his jaw and neck with butterfly kisses, then over his cheekbone to give his eyelid a kiss, feeling the warm wetness of tears under his lips. He laps the trails away, not minding the salty taste.

His abdomen tightens, but he won’t stave off his own orgasm to punish Connor for longer, not today. He’s been too worked up, on edge since he checked his phone and caught sight of Connor’s body stretched out over his side of the bed, nose pressed into his pillow, his fingers spreading himself open obscenely.

Conan growls and bites into Connor’s nape, his canines breaking some skin, little punctures now among a few moles. He redirects himself up to Connor’s mouth, a hand coming around to circle Connor’s cock, easily engulfing it.

Connor cries out, but it’s quickly muffled by Conan kissing him, their tongues messily toying with one another, a sloppy dance with no intricacies, an attempt at combining past their intertwining at the waist. (“Joined at the hip,” one could say, and would be very close to correct.)

The pressure builds, his thrusts having lost pace. Now he’s rutting with no rhyme or rhythm, chasing release, clenching walls tempting him over the edge.

“Cum,” Conan whispers, his hand and hips working faster, “You can cum for me now, my love.”

With a sudden shout followed by long wails, Connor comes undone, white splattering across Conan’s hand and the sheets. His ass flutters around Conan’s arousal.

It’s not even two rams in later that he feels the knot unravel, warmth spilling out of him and into Connor, coating his shuddering walls white, prolonging Connor’s pleasure. Conan rides the orgasm, Connor’s hole milking him of every last drop he can manage.

“Thank you,” Connor whispers, breath coming harshly but sounding pleased, albeit spent.

Conan collapses beside him, only as an excuse to pull Connor into an embrace. Connor would call it a lazy cuddle. “I’ll clean you up and treat you after I’ve caught my breath,” he assures.

Connor grins sleepily up at him, “I love you.”

His heart jumps into his throat, still pounding, “I love you, too. Rest up, we have some of the Lieutenant’s old movies to critique, tonight.”

The contented, lethargic chuckle that graces his ears brings about a similar one that bubbles in his chest.

#rk1700 #rk800 x rk900 #900 x 800 #rk720000 #connor x rk900 #connor x connor #concon #connor dbh #connor detroit become human #detroit become human rk900 #dbh rk900

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sunflowerspectre · 6 years ago

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Divine | Lucifer x Twilight Crossover | Chapter One

Fanfiction | A03

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Slow Burn | Carlisle Cullen x OC

Chapter One: A Soft Light

She could’ve flown in, quite literally, but she’s always preferred her feet planted on the ground. It’s why she loves the motorcycle gifted to her from her brother. She can feel the howling wind against her, plant her feet on the earth when she stops, and is unconfined by metal and oil.

She takes the scenic route to Forks, avoiding the highways full of loud noises and the smell of smoke as much as she can. She takes her time appreciating each mountain she passes and every deer that crosses.

Forks is just as isolated as she hoped it would be. The towering trees that hide smaller houses and buildings are a breath of fresh air that she savors. She can feel the energy around her - a grainy, earthy feeling filled with growth and positivity. It vibrates through her bones and when she breathes deeply, she realizes just how much she’s missed it. The trees’ thick trunks tell her that they’ve been undisturbed for a long time and the greenery are vibrant, full of life.

The city may be Lucifer’s new home, but this is going to be hers.

Welcome To Forks - the sign is partially hidden on the side of the road, covered with overgrown bushes, but it still takes her a cool minute before she officially reaches any civilization. When her eyes meet the first building in her path, that happiness dwindles at the reminder that, as undisturbed as most of the forest is, there are people here. She forces herself to breathe through it and remind herself that that passing, fleeting sensation of disappointment at the sight of people is exactly why she is here in the first place.

Her time with Lucifer, and by extent the others, including a particular detective, has taught her many things. Aside from basic human interaction, her brother’s friends - the human family he’s made here - showed her that there is at least hope in the dark pit of humanity. She hopes that she can expand on that feeling, nourish it and care for the side of her father’s creation that she’s neglected and punished for so long.

She can feel people’s eyes on her as she passes through the town - she should have expected this. This isn’t a big city that is full of so many people that no one notices who comes and goes. Small towns mean a small community with few visitors and travelers. She tries her best to let the looks roll of her back as she continues through the streets. She takes notes of what’s around, specifically the sign that tells her which way the hospital is, but continues straight through the town until she eventually the streets gets smaller and she turns onto a dirt road.

If not for Lucifer’s funds, she would have been perfectly fine building her own little home from hand. She’s done it plenty of times before - it’s a modest, but suiting way to live in the middle of the forest. Lucifer, however, was appalled by the mere suggestion and was quick to find a place to buy for her. She insisted that if he was going to do that, to at least not get anything fancy and to get something that is a bit further from town, as in the middle of the forest as he can get. The more privacy the better.

He never showed her the pictures. She really should have asked him to. When she pulls up to the address, which at least is as secluded and private as she requested, she’s met with a house that rivals Lucifer’s own penthouse. With a groan, she pulls up and parks at the end of a long and wide paved driveway to a two story, modern architecture home. She carries her helmet under one arm - unneeded as it was, she doesn’t share her brother’s ‘openness’ and ‘honesty’ and firmly believes in upkeeping her human appearance - and already has her phone in the other as she makes her way to the door.

She puts the phone between her shoulder and ear as she digs the key out of her pocket.

“Ariel! Missed me so soon?”

She snorts, “ Tell me, Luci, when you insisted on picking out a house for me, what part of modest did you not quite understand?”

“None of it. You deserve the best, sister, so that is precisely what I got you. You’d be surprised at how hard it was to find anything expensive, modern and private in that little area of yours. Very few new houses. I imagine most of the humans that live there never leave.”

“No shit, Luci, it’s a small town. I’m surprised you even found something like this here.”

The inside of the home, at least, a bit more humble with minimal furniture, leaving the floor open and wide. She eyes the many plants lining the entire area, in a way that only a professional decorator could, with pleasant surprise. She’s not as pleased with the full bar in the kitchen, but the fresh herbs lining the kitchen’s window and the organic food in the fridge more than makes up for it. Not many people would realize it, but Lucifer does pay attention to the little things.

“That’s precisely my point. There was only one other one similar to this that was available, but it was bought a few years ago before I could make my offer. Pity too, it was much larger than that one.”

Pity isn’t the word she would use. The house is too large for her as it is, but she supposes it is more pleasant if people were to visit - people, she quickly corrects, such as her family. She could easily picture some of the more open areas being filled with Charlie’s play things and maybe she can dedicate a whole wall to Trixie’s art.

“Trust me, Luci, this is more than big enough, how many beds?”

“OH! That’s the best part. Six bedrooms so it’s perfect if the detect - Chloe - and I visit with the little urchin. Charlie and Linda and Amenadiel would be happy too, I suppose, but even with all of us staying there, you’d have plenty of free space for any orgies or parties. “

She doesn’t bother mentioning that she has no intention of either of those things, knowing it would fall to deaf ears. She quickly mutters her appreciation and ends the call, knowing that she has quite a bit of exploring to do.

She’s pleased to find that each room has its own amount of plants and flowers, and that aside from basic essentials such as beds, nightstands, and dressers, a majority of the bedrooms are empty. There is one that was more clearly decorated with Trixie in mind, something that she finds endearing that Lucifer thought that they would be coming over often enough to justify it. Two of the bedrooms conjoin and she can easily see them becoming Amenadiel and Linda’s room connecting with Charlie’s, once he is older. She tries not to dwell on how easily she can see everyone living in that space and instead reminds herself that their homes are in LA; this would be only for visits. All the space that could easily be filled with her family will likely be empty a majority of the time. The realization leaves her a bit hollow.

She’s not as pleased about the largest bedroom being one that her brother very clearly decorated himself - it being a very clear sex dungeon than a proper bedroom. It still retains some amount of classiness, with at least a leather hide rug. An intricately built sex swing is off to one side while a cage hanging from the ceiling is at the other. The bed is large and has small chains hanging from its frame. The closet is full of brand new lingerie and costumes, that she’s frightened to find are in her size. There is a whole shelf of dildos and strap on in clear view on one wall. She quickly shuts the door and knows that in the future, that door is going to be very tightly under lock and key. She supposes that if Mazikeen and perhaps even Eve visits, then they’ll be happy to stay there.

The last bedroom Lucifer clearly kept for her. The large open windows overlooking the treeline, the neatly organized and placed plants, and the large, flowery bedspread all scream of her own aesthetic. There’s a satin canopy over the bed that while is a bit out of her tastes, goes well with the soft colors of the room and compliments the vibrant green color of the plants hanging around it. The whole room is in a soft, natural light with warm, pale colors that go well with the greenery. She rolls her eyes at the clothes in the closet, all in her size, but all clearly brand new with the price tags still attached and a majority being too fancy or revealing for her tastes. She makes a mental note to go shopping for her own clothes later, but wonders if it’s too heartless to toss all those new garments.

There are a couple of boxes, shipped from LA, of personal belongings in the corner - both are small. The fact that there are only two boxes and a closet full of only brand new clothes tell her that Lucifer most definitely just threw out her old clothes instead of shipping them like she asked. A quick look into the boxes tells her that at least the most important of her belongings have made it - personal pictures, including recent ones, and a few misc. Sentimental items, things she’s collected over the eons.

She wanders back downstairs, wondering if she should head to the hospital. Her first day isn’t until tomorrow, but at least she could scope it out. However, she’s barely down the stairs when the doorbell rings.

The Cullen house is quiet. While the weekend usually means freedom, fun, or even parties for most high schoolers - they are not most high schoolers. The weekend brings silence, boredom, routine. There’s nothing that they haven’t done before and while the clouds are cloudy, there are few places for them to go or things to do. The next thunderstorm isn’t due until tomorrow, so it’s only a matter of waiting until their next game.

Emmet is one of the only ones who are genuinely enjoying the weekend, happily shouting at the screen of the TV as he plays the latest version of his favorite video game. Rosalie is not as pleased by this, but settles on the couch beside him in a huff as she does her nails. After a few choice words and fights, Emmet is careful not to nudge her, lest she get her nail polish everywhere.

Carlisle is busy at work, Edward is the one to inform them that Carlisle is busy trying to calm an ongoing gossip about a new nurse; something that while confirmed to be true, is driving their ‘father’ up the wall due to the chaos of the other nurses’ drama around the subject. Currently, the quietest sibling settles nearby with a book. Emmet is the one to tease him lightly about the fact that ‘he’s actually joining us for once’ and ‘not running to brood in his room alone.’ The teasing stops when Edward almost leaves due to it.

Jasper is fresh from a hunt, eyes burning yellow, as he greets his wife. She presses a quick kiss to his lips and opens her mouth to say something, but stops short as her body tenses. Alice doesn’t blink - she stares off into space, her body unmoving before she finally seems to come back to the present. She grins wildly, jumping a bit in excitement as she claps her hands. Jasper watches her with mild amusement, her excitement rolling off him like waves. Her light pushes on his shoulders as she jumps does nothing to move him.

“Someone moved into that house next door! We have a neighbor! They should be here by now! We should go say hi!”

This grabs everyone’s attention in various degrees. Edward immediately furrows his brows, worrying rising in his chest at the idea of the house - a place that’s sat empty for as long as they’ve owned this house due to it being out of many of Forks’ residents budget and Forks not being a place that people who can afford it go to - actually being occupied. Granted, their houses are at least a mile away from each other, it’s still too close for comfort. Who knows what type of person moved in there? A hiker who may catch them hunting? A conspiracy theorist who may piece together what they are? It could threaten their existence either way.

Emmet pauses his game at her announcement, looking over the back of the couch toward her, “Neighbors? Really? Are they hot?”

Alice rambles on how she didn’t actually ‘see’ what they looked like, she just saw someone on a bike going to the house, but that it was a bit blurry and strange.

The vision plays in her mind, allowing Edward to watch along with her. He can see what seems to be a woman, her face obscured by a helmet with long, red-blonde hair that sweeps out from the back of the helmet and down her back. However, the air around her seems disoriented, brighter than the area around her as if there’s a second source of light close to her that they can’t see. It pulses, but even as she drives up to the house, it never falters and always follows her as if she is the one causing the distortion and light. The light glares brightly when she takes off her helmet, blinding the vision completely before it ends.

Rosalie flicks nail polish on Emmet for his comment, oblivious to Edward’s inner turmoil, causing him to shout as it spills onto his controller. As the two bicker on in the background, Edward sighs as he glances over his book toward his ‘sister.’

“We’re not going to go say hi Alice,” Edward finally speaks, his voice firm on the subject.

She pouts, “Why not?”

“Do you really want to bring us to their attention? The house isn’t too far from us, if they start to suspect something, it’d be too easy for them to spy on us. Who knows what she is or what she’s involved in for it be that blurry? She could be with the wolves for all we know.”

Emmett scoffs at that comment, muttering about how no one involved with the wolves would be on their side of the treaty line anyway.

Alice waves off the concern, “All the more reason to check her out! Besides, it’s only polite that we go say hi, even Carlisle would agree with me. Oh! I should bring them something, but we don’t have any food here…”

She trails off, mumbling about what she could possibly take over as a welcoming gift, ignoring Edward’s constant protest and voiced worries. Jasper does his best to reach out toward Edward, hoping that he could calm him down. Yet at the sudden change of emotion, Edward glares at him before retreating his room with his book.

Alice’s eyes sparkle as she drives up the curved driveway to the neighbor’s house. It’s not too different than the last she saw it - granted the last she saw it was during an open house when she couldn’t resist ‘just looking.’ It’s a new home, recently built, she remembers the stir it caused in town - most people not understanding why the realtors were building such a home in Forks, but she can’t help but feel it was partially due to her coven’s own home raising the value of the area. Carlisle almost bought it as a second house in case they needed it, but someone else swooped it up quick - presumably the owner of the electric Harley Davidson motorbike.

She recognizes the bike from her vision and a large grin stretches across her face as she gracefully hops out of her car and nearly skips all the way to the door, clutching her welcoming gift close to her chest. Considering she hasn’t had a vision of the woman reacting to the gift, she hopes that their neighbor will like it.

She hums as she knocks on the door, swaying gently. Her family’s concerns echo in her mind, Edward not being the only one who spoke out after the others realized she was quite serious about coming to greet their neighbor. Rosalie had more than a few words to say on the subject with Emmett mirroring her words. Jasper seemed worried, but he supported her as much as he could once he realized that she was set on coming by even if he couldn’t come over with her; considering the chances that their neighbor being another vegetarian nomadic vampire is low, they all eventually agreed on Alice going by herself if she really wanted to go. Her control being one of the strongest - Carlisle leading their coven with Rosalie being a close second, though she refused to come along - and her being more ‘approachable’, her chances of pissing off the new neighbor, or killing them, is fairly low.

Alice is quite sure that if this woman - who may not be alone, though she was the only one in the vision - was genuinely harmful than she would have had a vision about it by now. So, she waits while she hears footsteps treading toward the door. She can hear a steady, softer heartbeat on the other side of the door and it swings open, the scent of pine trees and flowers hits her. She takes in the woman’s clothing first, noting the dated bell bottoms and loose shirt that seem more suited for the 70s and hums a bit in disapproval.

However, she tenses when she realizes bares into the woman’s strikingly yellow, and oddly familiar, eyes. It’s not the tawny or bronze eyes of her coven, but a bright unearthly yellow that are more reminiscent of a cat’s eye striking in the light, a predator staring her down. Something about it stirs within her, making her shift, but the smile on her face doesn’t falter as she stands her ground with confidence. Her first thought is that maybe they were wrong about the chances of another vampire moving here, but she can still hear the soft heartbeat of the woman. The scent of her blood is fainter, hidden in the smell of pine, but it’s there.

Human.

Unlike the vision, Alice can’t see any visible light around the woman, but something about her still glows. As if she has a presence to her that Alice just can’t deny. A gift, maybe, but if that’s the case, Alice isn’t sure what it is.

“Can I help you?”

The woman’s voice is smooth and pleasing, though not as melodic as their own. Alice nearly hops with excitement as she passes over the small potted plant to the woman.

“I’m Alice, my family and I live next door and I wanted to give you something as a welcoming present as our new neighbor!”

The woman’s expression softens as she examines the gift, her eyes losing that hostile gleam and becoming more welcoming as she steps aside and gestures for Alice to come in.

“Ariel Sera,” Ariel’s footsteps are as soft and graceful as Alice’s own, “Thank you for the rudbeckia. Once the clouds clear and it gets warmer, it’ll be nice to see some butterflies around.”

The woman’s apparent knowledge of the flower isn’t too surprising as Alice looks around the inside of the home. Most, if not all, of the furniture that was there during the open house has been replaced with softer furniture that creates a more cozier atmosphere, but there are many plants strategically placed around the room, making it nearly as green inside as it outside.

“Do you think the flower will last that long? We have quite a long way until it gets any warmer here, but I’m glad you like it! I was going to cook something, but I wasn’t sure what you would like or if you would be allergic to anything.”

Alice’s eyes continue to roam around the room. It’s a breath of fresh air, with a homey, permanent feeling to it that’s, sadly, missed from her own home. As much as she loves her coven, their house is, in a way, staged. Fake. Made to look normal and used, but lacks personal touches that come from living in a space, or planning to, for a long time. She turns vibrantly, eager to talk more, but stops short as another vision overtakes her mind.

Ariel stands in the middle of the Cullen’s living room, silent, as she leans against Carlisle’s side. She looks worried, her brows furrowed. Her eyes are hooded, tired, and seem somehow older. Carlisle looks to her with a soft gaze and his arm moves to wrap around her, clutching her hip. He presses a quick kiss to the top of her head, almost as if he’s making an unspoken promise to her, and the creases in her face relax.

Something about Ariel seems different in this vision - she seems older, different. Like the other vision, there’s a light that seems to surround her, but even the light is different. Instead of being a harsh, more bright light that seems to be burning hard with a sense of wildness, this time, she’s coated with a warmer, softer light that frames around her and vibrates with a sense of home.

Alice’s grin grows, her eyes glowing with excitement; she may not know when or how, but something inside of her tells her that this is a vision that is sure to come.

#twilight #lucifer #crossover #fanfic #fic #carlisle cullen #carlisle oc #oc #slowburn #fics #myfics #myworks #divine

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redbelles · 6 years ago

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question time!

tagged by the ever-lovely @mvcreates and the delightful @karenpage <3

1. how tall are you? 5′4″; i’m smol but fighty

2. what color and style is your hair? as dark brown as you can get without actually hitting black. i shaved it all off in 2017, but it grows stupid fast, so right now it’s just past my shoulders. i got bored this past summer and now the last three.....four.....ish inches have been fried bleached light blonde so i can fuck around with color!

3. what color are your eyes? brown w/some green thrown in for fun

4. do you wear glasses? yep!

5. do you wear braces? i had braces in middle school after years and years of a retainer to fix my Extremely Fucked Up teeth after i smashed my face into, in no particular order, an airport “will your carry on fit” box, a monkey bar platform, and an arena wall. i swear i’m not actually that accident-prone! kid me just went really, really hard all the goddamn time

6. what is your fashion style? i live in leggings and flannel; lots of black, lots of plaid, and also lots of sweatshirts. when i’m not rocking that pnw hipster aesthetic, i’m probably decked out in hockey stuff. shoe-wise, either docs, converse, or Aggressively Fancy Heels

7. full name? [redacted]

8. when were you born? ‘92

9. where are you from and where do you live now? pnw! and now i’m hanging out in the inland northwest

10. what school do you go to? i did my time at a small liberal arts college w/pretentions of sporting relevance

11. what kind of student are you? i’m a phenomenal student when my brain isn’t actively fucking me over; when it is, i’m [static noises] and “extensions pls” all over the damn place

12. do you like school? yeah! i regret not being more functional during my years at college, but i’m looking forward to someday getting my shit together and going back for an mfa

13. what are your favorite school subjects? H I S T O R Y!!!!!!!! also english/literature/writing/what have you

14. favorite TV shows? uh. the punisher, sons of anarchy, hell on wheels, leverage, miss fisher’s murder mysteries, and also buzzfeed unsolved (i blame @karenpage )

15. favorite movies? THE MUMMY. also pacific rim, atonement, and patton. oh wAIT, ALSO CLUE!!! goddammit, also lit. everything miyazaki has ever produced.

16. favorite books? how dare you ask me something like this! there’s no way to definitively pick, but here, have a selection: his dark materials, the song of the lioness quartet, ella enchanted, an inquiry into love and death, yume no hon, bone map, all the pretty horses, the things they carried, vampires in the lemon grove, everything in this country must, keturah and lord death, and here, bullet

17. favorite pastime? reading, writing, horseback riding, mechanical maintenance (cars, planes, boats, motorcycles, etc.), and listening to bruce springsteen music. ALSO HOCKEY.

18. do you have any regrets? m a n y.

19. dream job? someone pays me money to write words

20. would you like to get married someday? hard pass.

21. would you like to have kids someday? even harder pass.

23. do you like shopping? absolutely yes, except for the part where i have no money

24. what countries have you visited? usa, iceland, and england! hoping to visit many more, but there’s that whole “money” thing again

25. what’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? oh fuck, the one where i was trapped in my first grade classroom with so many snakes you couldn’t see the floor, just a writhing, hissing carpet of snakes. jesus fucking christ, so many snakes.

26. do you have any enemies? lmao, probably

27. do you have an s/o? nope!

28. do you believe in miracles? right now? no. maybe someday.

tagging @jacyevans @chaserandseeker @thatworldinverted @ltfrankcastle @foggiestnelson @sneakyasaspider @carry-the-sky and anyone else who’d like a go

#dash games #meet the blogger

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houseofdisdain-blog1 · 7 years ago

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Book Club, Part 3: #JUSTICE FOR JUDGE SHARON

Welcome back to BOOK CLUB, our four-part book club about the movie Book Club (2018). Catch up on last week’s installment here: I’d Do Anything for Love (Especially if I Were in Love with Mary Steenburgen). We’re back this week to talk about Diane Keaton’s least favourite friend.

R2: She only dresses well after her friends buy her new clothes, though. They buy her clothes and that’s why Jane Fonda has an ugly wig, like it’s punishment for helping Judge Sharon. R1: It just happens magically, like when she pays for the clothes the wig appears on her head and she can’t take it off. R2: And Diane appears in a puff of extravagant black ponchos and goes, You know what you did, Jane, you know. R1: She doesn’t get anything! R2: Let Judge Sharon have fun! She doesn’t even have a house. Does she have a bed? She has to fuck people in her car. R1: Yeah! What was that! R2: Yeah! Mary and Mr. Incredible get to get on a motorcycle and drive home to their house to have nice elderly sex on their comfortable bed. What does Judge Sharon have? Hook-ups in her car! R1: And anytime there’s a scene where she’s at work it’s interrupted by her getting Bumble notifications.

R2: Which really only adds to the tragedy of this character, because everyone else is adept at technology either because they’re Jane Fonda and they’re, like, savvy, or because they have children who can teach them how to use technology. R1: Meanwhile, Judge Sharon is on her own, pressing buttons wildly, trying to figure it out, taking accidental selfies. R1: I did really love the picture of her with her glasses backwards, though. That was good. R2: I was thinking, would I swipe yes on a lady who had that going for her? And I think yes. R1: Oh, absolutely. R2: It shows that she’s funny, has a great sense of humour. I also initially thought it was just a gag, like ‘Oh haha she’s old and can’t take a photo’ and the next time we see her she has a date, so I assumed she finally figured out how to get her nice, federal headshot in but no! R1: No! It was just that photo, because on the date, he’s like, ‘You look great without your mask.’ R2: So she’s just kept her face mask photo. Anyway, I thought her plotline would give her, like, string of great car sex - R1: But it’s one guy! And then on the next Bumble date she runs into her ex-husband and his new, much younger fiancee while she’s on a date with someone uncool and her age. And it gets worse! Because then Judge Sharon gets invited to her son and ex-husband’s joint engagement party, which is a horrifying concept. R2: Diane Keaton is merciless. R2: So she’s not going to get the fun, modern woman with a penchant for car sex plotline. Fine. Then I thought maybe she’d get a younger but more age-appropriate, handsome man. Or she’d show up with him to the party and be like ‘haha screw you family,’ but no, when the day of the party arrives, she just corrects them on their Shakespeare. And we see her son -- R1: Who looks like a terrible person, by the way. R2: He looks like a baby who goes to the gym. A really burly baby with horrible, horrible flaxen hair R1: His hair colour looks fake. It doesn’t look like a real colour. R2: It looks like Judge Sharon’s hair colour, but hers is faded and maybe dyed a bit? There’s no reason he should be sporting that light Betty White as Rose Nylund Blonde. I’d cut him out of my life too. R1: She doesn’t get to show up her gross ex-husband or bland son. Instead, her happily ever after is supposed to be that first guy from Bumble. Who, don’t forget, is an accountant, which is another layer to the tragedy, because we’ve already established that accountants are evil in their universe. Diane Keaton’s lacklustre late husband was also an accountant. It’s a bad thing to be.

R2: Her happy ending is that, after this horrible joint engagement party, she rematches with him on Bumble! Can you imagine that as your happily ever after? R1: I feel ripped off on her behalf. R2: And then she’s like, ‘Oh, I’m going to need a bigger backseat.’ What?? Get a bed! R1: Why doesn’t she have a bed?? Go anywhere else! R2: Diane Keaton has locked up her bed! She’s stolen the bed, taken it to Arizona, and locked it up in her basement dungeon. R1: Or, like, Judge Sharon, last time she did something egregious, like skipping a friend date with Diane Keaton to, god forbid, do her job -- she’s the only one of the four who behaves this unreasonably -- last time she did this, her bed just disappeared in a cloud of smoke and was never seen again. So now she has to sleep in the back of her car. R2: I believe that Diane Keaton is a real-life wizard. She dresses the part. Or she goes home and she’s typing in her Word doc in size 20 font and starts typing the next chapter of her fanfiction, “And then Candice no longer had a bed. She will never sleep again. That jerk.” R1: I guess that leaves us with the question of why Judge Sharon/Candice is the most hated friend who gets NOTHING in Diane’s fanfic. R2: Did Candice Bergen ever rob Diane Keaton of a coveted role? Did Sharon poison Diane’s husband? What did she do? I have to know. Someone get on this.

Please join us for next week’s book club (about Book Club). We will be discussing Jane Fonda and lesbian vampires.

#diane keaton #jane fonda #mary steenburgen #candice bergen #book club a book club about book club #fifty shades of grey

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arplis · 6 years ago

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Arplis - News: 12 True Sex Stories You Have to Read to Believe

“WHEN HARRY MET SALLY” - COLUMBIA PICTURES You’re out to brunch with your girlfriends, how long does it take for the conversation to turn to sex? Not long, amiright? It’s not just the ladies on “Sex and The City” who love to talk about sex—it’s most of us. We talk about it with our friends, our partners, and depending on how self-conscious you may feel, complete strangers. We talk about our true sex stories wether it be the amazing sex we’ve had, the comical, the sometimes strange and unusual, and even the not-so-great sex. For many of us, we learned more about sex from our friends than we did from our parents or sex education class. It’s fun to share our sex stories—if it wasn’t, there wouldn’t be live storytelling shows, podcasts, books, TV shows, or movies. Fantasy has its place, but the stories that resonate the most with us are the true stories, those that actually happened. I AM & CO put the word out that we were looking for true sex stories and we received a very diverse response; stories from various sexual preferences, practices, and levels of sexual experience. All of these true sex stories are ones you have to read to believe. 12 True Sex Stories Guaranteed to Raise Eyebrows “Not Friends, No Benefit” Comedian Shalewa Sharpe, creator of "So You Just Out Here?" I ran into my one-night-stand guy at the club. Now, some people might call that a “friend with benefits” but that term suggests that the two parties are friendly enough to schedule a benefit. This guy and I were not friends. Our benefits only happened if we ran into each other at the club. So, we made out for a minute, then he suggested we take this party to my car. This was how I ended up parked behind a grocery store, attempting to have sex with this guy in my 1988 Honda Prelude—a sports coupe, with bucket seats. Have you had sex in bucket seats? If so, a follow-up question: are you double jointed? The guy and I struggled for a bit, then his face fell. “Oh, this sucks,” he moaned. “It’s because my dick’s too small.” I had to console this guy while also keeping an eye out for the cops. If you find yourself in this predicament, don’t end up saying what I said: “Hey man, we’re in bucket seats—this ain’t gonna be easy.” A real mood-killer. We threw in the towel, I dropped him off back at the club and went home. Later that night, my roommate, who was the club’s doorperson, mentioned that she saw the guy with a weeping woman at the end of the night—they were walking in circles around the parking lot, then they hopped on his motorcycle and split. The next day, as I was furiously scrubbing and vacuuming my car, I found a driver’s license for a young woman wedged between the front passenger seat and the middle console. I guess it fell out of one-night-stand guy’s pocket during the, uh, festivities. I scratched out the ID’s info, punched a hole in it, and hung it on my rearview mirror as a cautionary tale. “It’s Part Of It” Jason, Columbus, Ohio We were both in college and had been dating for a while when she decided to take it to the next level. “Tie me up,” she demanded. “Okay, um, I’m going to tie you up now,” I said and went to get some scarves that were conveniently strewn about and set to work. “No!” “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I thought that…” and I began to loosen the bonds. “No, it’s part of what makes it so hot.” “Oh, right,” I said and went back to doing Boy Scout knots such as the square knot and the sheepshank. I wondered if I should go with the trucker’s hitch? Nah. Too much. “I’m going to f*ck you now,” I said getting into it. “Let me go!” I immediately stop what I’m doing. “Oh my God, I am an idiot. I am so sorry. I didn’t understand. You see, when you said you wanted, what I thought was, but in reality, I see… Oh no, I’m so sorry.” I quickly start to untie all the knots. “No, it’s part of it.” “What Goes Around, Comes Around” Ashley, Raleigh, North Carolina I paid my boyfriend for sex the first summer we were together…11 years later, he’s paying me for sex. “The Hook-Up Room” Comedian Anita Flores, host of I'm Listening: A Frasier Podcast with Anita Flores. I’m at my first high- school party, and it’s not going well. Between my social anxiety and the fact that I only know the host, all I can think about is how I’m going to escape. I can’t actually leave, or else I’ll seem “uncool.” Fortunately, I come up with the next best solution. After making some light small talk with the host (Cassie) about her impressive selection of snacks, I ask, “Is there anywhere I can take a nap?” At the time, this seemed like a normal way to still be at the party without having to speak to anyone. I can’t say that Cassie agreed. After a long pause, she replied, “Uh, I guess in my attic.” I gleefully head to the attic. All the lights are off and it’s strangely warm, but it beats talking to people. I feel around and discover a futon I can pretend to sleep on. There I am lying down when something round and muscular attacks my face. It’s a butt, and it's smothering me! Ever want to suffocate someone, but don’t have a pillow? Just wear thick, non-breathable polyester pants. I hear a low voice. It’s a boy butt. He hears my muffled cries, gets up and exclaims, “Whoa, sorry dude!” Now there’s giggling. He’s with a girl. Suddenly, I hear what sounds like a lot of teens slurping soup. There are more people in this room than I realized. Cassie sent me to take a nap in “the hook-up room!” Picture “Eyes Wide Shut: The Early Years.” Before the masks, there were braces. By this time, the boy butt and his lady friend have taken the futon from me. I'm standing there feeling left out because no one has asked me to join in. I can’t run away, otherwise, everyone will think I’m a prude! So, I find an empty loveseat, plop down, and close my eyes. Because there’s nothing cooler than ignoring sex. I’ll make sure to tell my future teen daughter that, too. “There Are Rules” Michael, Portland, Oregon I was sessioning with a dominatrix named Vixen when her friend Wendy came over. Vixen blindfolded me and put me in the corner, which I was more than okay with. The minute Vixen’s back was turned, I took off the blindfold, even though I knew (and hoped,) I’d be punished. Vixen took out a strap on from her toy-cupboard and proceeded to f*ck Wendy with it. It was quite a show and later, I was punished severely for watching—it was well worth the tribute that I paid Vixen. “Don’t Stop Under Any Circumstances!” Carrie, Chicago, Illinois My boyfriend and I were having sex one night on my old as hell bed. He was an ex-professional football player and I’m a big girl, so it shouldn’t have been surprising that right when things were getting super intense, the bed broke. He stopped what he was doing, so I yelled, “Don’t stop! I’m so close!” Without moving from the now broken bed, we get back at it and this time we don’t stop until we both cum. If there had been an earthquake or a tornado, I would have made him keep going then, too. “Side Effects Can Be Embarrassing” Krysta, Orlando, Florida I've never been really big into taking birth control, but a coworker of mine mentioned that she was on a pill where she only had a period every three months... I wanted in on that! So, I went to my doctor and got on birth control. I started dating this new guy, who was literally the sexiest human-created. Around him, I tried to be Miss Perfection. Meanwhile, I'm on these new birth control pills and the doctor forgot to mention that they had lactose in them. I'm extremely lactose intolerant, even the smallest bit gives me major gas. The first time the perfect guy and I had sex was a disaster. Every thrust he made inside of me made me pass gas. It was so embarrassing. We literally had to stop and go to Walgreens to get me some type of gas pills because he and I both couldn't take the noise, let alone the smell. Let's just say, I stopped taking those pills immediately. “Sex On The Deserted Beach” Beverly, New York City My partner and I were having a romantic vacation for my birthday in Newport, Rhode Island, and decided to spice things up by making love on a (deserted) beach in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, this beach was not quite as deserted or private as we had initially anticipated. All of a sudden we saw flashes of bright light, immediately stopped, and became alarmed. A police officer arrived, trying to hold back a grin, and asked us if we'd seen some "kids swimming" after hours. We said no, he left, and we quickly packed up our things to make a quick exit. We drove home laughing not quite knowing what to make of the experience, but it certainly was a bonding one. It's definitely an evening and birthday I won't soon forget. “Don’t Disturb Grandpa” Spencer, Phoenix I hooked-up once with this guy who was taking care of his grandpa. It was around 10:00 p.m. by the time I got to his house. Whispering, he asked me to follow him and to not make any noise, his grandpa was watching TV in the living room. The guy sneaked me into a bedroom, but I guess that wasn’t soundproof enough, so we went into the closet and had very cramped and uncomfortable sex in there. I don’t think his grandpa had any idea about what was going on. “Male High Club” Reynaldo, San Diego, California I was taking a night flight home from Hawaii, as I was sitting down, I turned to see a guy who was so handsome I was stunned. Like a lot of us, he wore shorts and Aloha shirts, but he was well-built and looked more like he’d be a lead on one of those Hawaii detective shows. There was an empty seat near me on the aisle, and the guy asked if he could sit there to stretch out his legs. Other than nodding yes, we didn’t talk. The man grazed my knee with his leg, and all the hairs on my leg stood on end. And he didn’t pull away right away, just gradually. He got up to get a blanket from the overhead compartment which he placed over his legs. With no talking at all, he made the slightest gesture to offer me some of the blanket. Before you know it, the blanket was spread over both our legs. Then, our hands somehow started to find each other. And for a long time on the flight, that was it…just our hands grasping together, coming loose, rejoining, stroking fingers. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was rock hard. And gradually, very gradually, all without talking and with this stud of a guy who I did not know at all, our hands gradually started to stroke each other’s thighs, mirroring each other. And eventually, very discreetly to not get attention or show movement above the blanket, we each found our erections extending out through the bottom of our shorts, and we grabbed each other. Eventually, some napkins or handkerchiefs were brought below, and without making any sound, we both came, and it was pretty simultaneous. “Kung Fu Fighting” Carol Gee, Author, “Random Notes ( About Life. "Stuff"And Finally Learning To Exhale)” A romantic, I fantasized about what it would be like to have sex on satin sheets. My fantasy materialized when my husband and I, two young Air Force sergeants returning from living in the Far East, stopped to visit another Air Force friend and his lady in San Francisco. Invited to spend the night, the lady made the guest room bed up with a brand new pair of red satin sheets. How did she know my fantasy? I couldn’t wait to get my husband in bed to enjoy sex so good that the neighbors in the apartment next door would have needed a cigarette. I took a shower, smoothed on scented body lotion and got into bed. My husband was already in it waiting for me. On those satin sheets, our lovemaking suddenly morphed into Kung Fu fighting. Taking me into his arms I accidentally poked him in the ribs. Oof! Climbing on top of him I kneed in the thigh. Ouch! Attempting to kiss him I missed his mouth and ended up rubbing noses with him. Then his pillow slid off the bed, mine quickly followed. Instead of holding onto him, I held tightly to the bedsheets trying not to slide off, taking him with me. Not only was the whole thing a disaster, but we also got very little sleep that night for trying to stay in the middle of the bed. 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arwaaxxi · 8 years ago

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Why me?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.

[PART FOUR]

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Characters - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse.

Number of words - 2120

It’s been weeks or a month, I don’t really know. That stupid hideous song kept playing loudly all the damn time. It didn’t really bother me. Not the cold empty lonely room I was in. Not the loud same song that was kept of repeat.

When Rick and Lori gave me up to some girl to take care of me, She used to held parties in the house all the time Loud music was her thing I was homeschooled so I never had any friends either.

I used to stay in my room for days So I was used to the lonely part Of course the loud music I used to tolerate when I was a kid, was totally different from now.

That time I could yell at her to lower it or take my frustration out on something, but here I couldn’t. I had continuous migraine, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I was used to sleeping in the loud music so that also didn’t matter.

What mattered is, I never actually slept. My body would lay down and rest But my brain was always active.

I could feel everything happen around me, every single foot step pass by my door. Every single noise My body would take rest, but my brain wouldn’t.

And that wasn’t because of what happened to me or what I witness or how I grew up. It started when I killed the first human, back at the prison.

When the governor was going to kill us all. 15 humans, 160 walkers.

Under all the dead, those walkers were still humans, people with lives and back story, people who were once doctors, children’s, parents, lovers, and god knows the list goes on and on.

Since then, it’s just my body sleeping not my brain.

What was really bad was the food. I owned few pets so I know pets food when I smell it

Fucking Dwight I’m going to fucking kill him Keeping me alive was a mistake. A very big one.

Would it kill them to get me some cereals? Some human food? Probably. I know if I stayed any longer here, I would lose my sanity, I could act all tough, but deep down I knew I’m nothing. I’m just a scared little girl, who was abandoned by her parents. And this is why they kept me in this empty room, so that these kind of thoughts, kill me and break me, I was my own greatest weakness Negan was smart, he knew how to bend me It’s just that I won’t bend for him Not now Not ever

My door was yanked open, the light that rushed in made me blind, I could only see white “Get up!” Dwight said as he yanked me up by my arms He walked and I followed, he knew I couldn’t run, where would I go? We reached a room, he opened the door. It looked like a clinic I stepped in and there was a familiar face there Oh god That bitch Dwight’s wife I think. I will kill her too Just for the fun of seeing Dwight suffer

“Hi Dee” she said as she saw Dwight. ’D’ that’s what I used to call Daryl too Both of them will pay She stood up, glancing at me like she recognized me “Y/n!” She exclaimed “Don’t talk to her!” Dwight scowled and I rolled my eyes. What was I gonna do to her? Stab her with my sharp words? “Whatever they say, just do it!” She told me and I shot her a glare “I said don’t talk to her!” Dwight scowled again

The doctor said some trash, i dont know I wasn’t listening, I was fine, they were just annoyed that I didn’t pull my hair out yet. They knew me so little and I knew them so well Cold blooded killers That’s all they were We walked out of the room and suddenly I was shoved to a wall, a hit in the back of my leg twisted my leg, forcing me to kneel, but I wouldn’t. I tried to stand up again but Dwight’s bloody hand was pushing me downwards

I heard chuckling and looked up, there he was, Negan! I looked around everyone was on their knee “Dwighty boi!” Negan laughed and walked past us Some guy stood in front of me with a gun pointed at me and Dwight shoved me into a seat I could take out that guy easily, but he wasn’t my concern Dwight. Negan. Those two fuckers! Dwight pulled me up and took me through a door that led somewhere outside

There was fence, and a lot of walkers around it, and people dressed in grey with big orange mark on there chest. Dwight took Daryl’s bow and shot one walker, he snickered “I’m getting the hang of this thing!” He told me. Oh I will kill him slowly. He suddenly pulled me and shoved me towards the fence A gasp escaped my mouth, startled by the sudden movement “That’s you bitch, unless you are smart, your choice!” He said thoughtfully “You could be like them, or me!”

Shoved me back into my room, I fell to the floor glaring at him, I wasn’t going to speak, to him. They were trying to break me I don’t break easy “Make it easy on yourself!” He said looking at the ground The nerve of that bitch “I ain’t going to kneel!” I hissed at him, bloody idiot “I said that too!” He glared “I ain’t no bitch like you!” “You are gonna.” He said as he slammed the door shut and the music was back playing

I clutched my hair tight I can’t handle this bullshit I started hitting the wall Screaming This is bullshit! Fucking idiots! Get control of yourself! I scolded myself This is what they want Then I won’t give in Calm down

Few days passed, and the guy who pointed the gun at me few days back opened the cell, giving me a sandwich, I hate their bloody food! They called him fat Joey, I think He looked at me, giving me pity looks and then closed the door

I don’t hear it locked This is a trap Don’t Don’t But I did

I went and checked and it was really unlocked Every bone in my body screamed ‘trap’ But I couldn’t take another day in this hell hole If I stayed longer I would break. I couldn’t break I needed to kill them

I walked through the corridors, trying to escape, being as quite and as sneaky as possible. A hand on my back made me turn and launch my fist in the person’s face Ouch, my fist

Looking up, I saw Dwight’s wife, holding her bleeding nose, looking at me through her fingers Yeah take that bitch “Go back.” She whispered and I gave her the Are-you-fucking-kidding-me look “Go back while you sill can” “Shut up!” I hissed at her “I will kill you all!” I spat “For what you did to Daryl, what you did to me and my family!” It was the first time I spoke in a while, my voice didn’t sound like my own anymore “Whatever he has done to you, there is more. There is always more. You won’t get away and when you are back it will be worse!” “I won’t be back except to kill you!” I said as I left her and rushed towards the door, I saw the light, Dwight brought me through here before I ran out and there were bunch of motorcycles waiting I tried to get on any but the doors busted open and men with guns walked out All pointed at me And then that whistling sound came Negan was behind me He chuckled, Fuck him “Are we pissing our pants yet!” He beamed

He stared at me sizing me up and down I was scared, oh hell I wanted to cry, something I normally never do But I had to pretend to be strong Try not to break He wanted me to break and I wasn’t going to break I tried to look anywhere but him Avoiding his gaze I wasn’t scared of him oh no I was scared that he would kill someone else to punish me I was scared to be thrown in that empty room again I might be used to loneliness but the past six years I stayed with Rick, Carl, Daryl and the rest, I got used to company. I had a family and now he is ripping it all away

“Who are you?” He asked as he pointed Lucille behind him at Joey “Negan!” Joey said “Who are you!” Negan said as he pointed it on another guy “Negan!” The guy answered “Who are you!” He asked no one “Negan!” All the guys around me said

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze for the first time Dammit Now I saw him better, the sunlight kissing his face The salt pepper light beard he had The dimples that were clear as sun The light brown chocolate eyes that bore into me I want chocolate, I’m hungry! I cursed myself for thinking all that now But if it made me look less afraid, then chocolate it is!

“See! I’m everywhere!” He smiled And he has perfect set of white bright teeth! Where the hell does he get tooth paste from, during a god damn apocalypse? “–which sucks because your life was about to get so much cooler!” Oops! I missed half of his boring speech, thinking of toothpaste! “Am I right?” Negan gloated “Damn right!” Joey smiled, Joey is going to die soon, I could see it!

Negan walked closer to me, almost making our chest touch, pulling his tongue between his teeth and smiling at me. Fucking hell, what a fucking smile! He could do ads for Colgate and those other companies if he wanted! he was so tall compared to me I didn’t even reach his shoulder I looked like a fucking baby next to him I had to strain my neck and my back bone to look at him as he hovered over me Bloody universe

“Dwight gave you some options!” He said as he moved away “I don’t think you get it, so I will break it down to you!” He smiled “you got four choices!” “One, you end up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man, or women! Whatever helps you!” He chuckled “Two, you get out of your cell and work for points but you would wish you were dead!” “Three, you work for me! You get yourself Anne pair of clothes and lipstick, and you live like a Princess!” “Or four, you marry me! You don’t work, you don’t do shit other than sit around with a tight sexy black dress that brings out your eyes and your perky ass! And you live like a mother fucking queen!” He winked at me and I was in shock, Dwight certainly didn’t tell me about the marriage portion, not that I was considering it, oh no of course not! “But you should know! There is no door number five! This is it! This is the only way!”

I stayed silent He was a manic Some psycho I ain’t playing his stupid games

“Or you know what? Screw it!” He said, and everything went in slow motion again I saw him launch towards me, but I did my best not to flinch or turn away because if this was it for me, I wanted him to remember the look on my face, I wasn’t afraid, not from him He stopped inches away from me, Lucille hanging right above my head My breathing stopped He was so very dangerously close Fuck him

He started laughing in front of my face “Wow!” He said amused “You don’t scare easy!” He said as if he just realized it Well well Happy late realization! Thank you for stating the obvious! You did a very good help to the society! “I love that!” He said proudly “but Lucille find I disrespectful, you are lucky she ain’t feeling thirsty today!” He said as his face changed moods, his face turned sinister and his eyes narrowed at me he came so close once more and I pushed my face away from him “But I’m” oh fuck! He will kill me! “I’m gonna go! GET ME A DRINK!” He jumped and I let a breath of relief Fucking hell. “Get her back to her room and when Dwight is back tell him to bring her to me and come!” Negan said as he walked away and Joey pushed me to go back to my room

Few hours have passed and then the door was yanked open. Dwight was standing there, he had a sandwich with him, I should have a talk with whoever is in charge of the food around here. I’m fucking gonna die from hunger soon

I didn’t reach for the food, he threw it next to me “Eat” he ordered “you got your friends killed” he said and in that moment I never hated anyone more I shot him a disgusting glare as I reached for the food and threw it at his face He kneeled next to me “You should be dead! Negan should have killed you!” He said as he reached for his pocket and stuck a picture next to my head I knew it too well The remains of Glen and Abraham That bastard And after a month of keeping it together I finally broke down, I cried.

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sisyphus-prime · 5 years ago

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I've found there's nothing more frustrating than comparing one's punishments to the ones their little siblings get compared to ages. Not that they aren't punished the way I was, but just how much I was punished compared to them

#i am so thankful that my parents dont do the same thing #but my dad once had me full on exercising from 8pm to 2am because i was originally going to be in minir trouble but i didnt make the "#~motorcycle noises~ and have fun with my punishment #also used to get hit/spanked. a lot.#they don't do thst shit anymore #havent really hit anyone in several years #which is good. my siblings shouldnt have to go through that shit #but bloody hell it pisses me off to think about how much they punished me over everything #vent

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Ok ill explain it better here. I'm after a car but i will need to know how much the insurance is for different cars. So for example if i wanted a car in insurance group 2, could i find out how much that specific car and insurance group would be for me? I know there's go-compare and all the other comparison websites but they are expecting you already have the car and just need to insure it. I need to know the prices before i get a car so i know i will have enough! Help please? Cheers""

Please help first time traffic ticket In California?

So i got a ticket for no. Insurance on november and in the mail a citation of 859.00 due by dec. 10 dont have the money but i got insurance now..whats going to happen in court im very scared :/

How old does the bike have to be for classical insurance?

ive been told that my bike (86) should be put under the classical insurance for motorbikes, how old is it? please and thank you. (p.s. this is in the UK)""

How much would insurance be for an under 21 female in NYS?

I've been trying to figure out how much money I would pay for auto insurance before I get a car, but I can't get any quotes without a car. I am 19, a female, and living in New York State. Is there anyone that would mind sharing how much they pay, what insurance company they have, and how old they are? I would really appreciate it.""

Car insurance in minnesota?

(my parents car has insurance but my names not on the card does it need to be for me to drive it)

I have no insurance but I want to get pregnant...?

My husband and I have been together for 4 years and we have been TTC for 2 years now. We have no insurance , so I've used 2 OPK's but all of the come out negative or with no results, and my periods have ALWAYS been extremely irregular so I can't calculate or predict my ovulation. I know we're gonna need insurance when and if I do get pregnant, here in the state of California you receive free health insurance for you and the baby while your pregnant and until the child is 18 or you get a different insurance carrier. I feel helpless and I don't know what I should do next... I find myself searching for clomid online but I know that is extremely dangerous with Dr. supervision. And we have looked in to other insurance carriers, but none of them cover fertility treatments. Please help!!! I need to know what my next step should be?""

Car insurance after accident?

I am 18 and have been driving for 1 year, I used to drive as an additional driver on my Dads Renault Megane, I crashed it from spinning off and hitting a wall, luckily no one was hurt, I just had a few cuts from shattered glass. The police have arranged for me to have an interview next week to discuss the consequences, at the moment I have no convictions or anything on my licence, my Dad just bought me my own car and has said he'll pay for the insurance in full, it's quoted at 880 for a year if he pays in full, he was planning on paying in full in 2 days, I'm not trying to cheat the system, but if my dad pays in full and then I get a conviction after the transaction has been made, can the insurance company up my insurance considering I had no convictions at the time? I'm not trying to beat the system and cheat my way, I'm just curious as to what will happen. Thanks for taking the time to read!""

Do you have to have car insurance for all of your vehicles (California- read more for details)?

I live in California and I understand that by law here you have to have car insurance; at least minimum coverage that is. But does this apply to all cars regardless of whether you even drive them on the street or not? The reason why I ask this is because I have a 1971 Chevy Camaro SS which I bought from my father about a year ago (He basically gave it to me, but I didn't want to look spoiled in front of my sister so I gave him $2,000 for it). I did have it insured for the first year thinking it probably wouldn't cost me much, but now I really regret getting it insured since it costed me nearly a fortune this year alone. And the thing that really sucks is that I've never even driven it yet since it still needs a lot of tuning up (and unfortunately I don't have enough time to fix it up since I'm usually a very busy person). Do you think it's possible to uninsure my camaro since it's not even drivable yet? I mean it's not like I'm going to hit a car or something with it since it's just sitting in my garage the whole time. I would ask my insurance agent about this, but I never really trusted them. (They were the ones that persuaded me to get it insured in the first place without even telling me whether I had to or not)""

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Paying my car insurance off early?

I have the cash to do so. And i only owe about 200 cause i already paid 2 months off early. But im jw when the next bill will be so i dont have to worry about. If it helps any i have the general car insurance they are local so idk if itll help lol

Cheapest second hand cars to insure for over 25 year olds uk?

ok so i'm 27 just passed my driving licence money is an issue I need to buy a cheap second hand car any know a website or know which is the cheapest type of cars I can get for cheapest insurance quotes please?

Pay credit off or car insurance premium? ?

I just received my tax return. It wasnt a lot but i wamted to use it for something meaningful. Should i pay my credit card off(350.00) or car insurance premium for the last three months (365.00)? Just wanted to see what people thought

Car Insurance Help!!!?

I have a Toyota Corolla 2007. About 6 wks ago I got rear ended, the impact sent me over the medium unto uncoming traffic. After all was said and done the car had $6,300 on repairs done. It came out okay but know I have trouble closing the trunk, I really have to slam it and the right side back lights don't really align. I am trying to figure out how much they will give me for devaluation value on the car, I have never done this before I want to make sure I don't get ripped off. Also I am still experiencing back pain from the accident, my primary doctor wants to send me to a chiropractor which my insurance doesn't cover, should the other insurance pay for it? They are not returning my calls, and they just want to offer me $500 for pain and suffering as long as I sing some papers that release the other driver and the insurance from any further responsibility. By the way it was the other drivers fault, she was in her cell phone hit mt at 45 mph from behind and this was her 10th accident in the last 3 mos. Any suggestions?""

Is auto insurance cheaper if I live with my parents or on my own?

Do I claim my car insurance or my boyfriends car insurance?

I borrowed my boyfriends car and I accidentally backed it up onto someone's car and I want to pay in cash instead. but my dad said that I should claim my boyfriends insurance instead of mines because the guy may claim to much. But I'm the driver not my boyfriend. Arent they suppose to claim my insurance? I don't want to claim my boyfriends insurance because his insurance may increase and his dad may get really mad at me. What do I do?

Classic car insurance loophole?

I've been wanting to get classic insurance on my '71 F250 for a while but the one requirement I don't meet is the fact that I don't own a suitable primary vehicle/daily driver. My primary vehicle is a motorcycle which is feasible in Arizona but doesn't qualify according to insurance providers regardless. My question is, is there a way around that? My brother and I share a place and I'm wondering if I can add his vehicle to my policy in order to meet the primary vehicle/daily driver qualification. Does the vehicle have to be under my name or can I insure it as if it's a loner? Thanks in advance for any input.""

What is the average insurance for a 17 year old female driver?

The car is going to be a 2003 Oldsmobile Alero. Going to have drivers ed and a the 5 hour driving course. Living in NYS. About how much would it be per month?

Which is best insurance scheme Home loan insurance or Life Term Insurance to protech Home loan?

I am having Home loan 20 lacs and would like to protect the risk. Could you suggest which is best insurance scheme Home loan insurance (Protecting home loan alone) and Lime Term Insurance (protecting like not home loan). I want to know the premium which one is lower and benefit one?

What is the average price of auto insurance with 1 adult and 1 teen driver with Allstate?

95 Jeep Grand Cherokee insurance Cost?

New driver, just got my licence at 18 years old.""

Help with car insurance?

i have a driving licence but do not own a car so i have no insurance of my own. if my friends mum offered to lend me her car for a few hours could i drive it through her insurance if she is fully comp and she gave me permission to drive it? and if i was to get pulled over by the police what would happen ?

""I got a ticket for no insurance in Tucson, AZ!!!?""

My question is if I get insurance prior to court date can they dismissed the ticket or lower the cost? How many points is it to ur license and can I go to traffic school for it? Also it doesn't say the amount the ticket is, so I'm not sure what the cost even is.""

Where can I get some really good short-term health insurance?

My employer cut me off, because I didn't accumulate enough credit hours last year (their fault--those jerks)!""

Do I still have to pay car insurance if....?

This is probably a really stupid question, but I'm sixteen, so please just answer... I've had my permit since last September. I've practiced, but my parents won't let me get my license because they can't afford the car insurance. We only have one car anyway. Well, say I were to register a motor vehicle, such as a 50cc moped, which only requires a basic license to use. Would I still have to pay car insurance for my family car if I don't drive it, AND a moped? Or can I stick to paying the motor bike insurance instead? I'm sorry, it's such a stupid question, but I don't know much more about car insurance other than the fact that we can't afford it. Thank you. (:""

Car insurance rates depending on a car?

If i'm getting a new car I dont really understand insurance. What will make my insurance rise. I have been hearing it is the model or how new my car is because im looking into a few new cars. Thank you.

How much does a basic antibiotic cost without health insurance?

Should I include collision on my car insurance?

I have a 2002 Honda Civic sedan with 99,000+ miles on it. In shopping around for better car insurance (my old policy expires next month), most agents I interacted with included collision for around a $300 annual premium. Some people I told about my insurance shopping said that to carry collision on such an old car is not necessary. I'm seeking an unbiased opinion as to what are the advantages, if any, about including collision, or any other info on what to look for in a good policy. Thanks.""

Mobile Insurance?

I have a nokia n95 on vodsphone it suddenly started playing up sending messages and makeing phone calls by its self,i have only had it a month if i took it to a vodaphone shop would they fix it??? I have no insurance""

Basic Life Insurance?

Maybe someone can give explanation what the meaning for Basic Life Insurance? He gets Basic life insurance and Basic life insurance * as Employer Paid Benefits.what's really Basic life insurance and when one employee terminated because get sick is an employee still get Basic life insurance although He didn't work anymore. Thank you for give the information.

Can my insurance company pay less than my repairs?

I was in an accident and my insurance company wants me to pay an extra $592 on top of my $500 deductible. I've gotten 3 estimates and all of them say the same amount for the parts they're low balling me on. Is there any way that I can get them to pay more of my claim?

Why are my car insurance quotes so high?

Hi, I'm 27 with a full CLEAN UK driving licence and keep getting ridiculously high car insurance quotes. Now before anyone says I DO understand the car I would like is a high risk car but I think the fact Ive been driving accident free since 2001 (when i passed) with no claims points convictions whatsoever and 6 years no claims I should be doing better than this. The car Im trying to insure is a Mitsubishi Evolution FQ320 and cant get a quote below 2000!! I have a friend who is a few days younger than me (so nothing in it) with identical details and regularly gets quotes for the same vehicle below 1400!!! I cant see why this is. Ive tried changing my postcode to his (for the purpose of seeing if this is the difference) to no avail. Adding responsible family members as named drivers who i would legitimately allow to also use the vehicle...no difference. I almost feel like the insurance companies are picking on me for some reason? Can anyone shed any light as to what I could do to make this situation better and why this seems to be the case? Thanks in advance!""

What is the cheapest scooter insurance in California?

I have a 80 cc scooter. I ride for pleasure , not commuting far distance. Right now, I am renewing, but $200 for 1 yr. coverage is to high. I'm a college student, 20 yr. old. I didn't take the driver course. Any students out there who have scooter insurance? what you have?""

Are you insured if your parents have car insurance on that car?

I was pulled over the other day.. And I didnt have proof of insurance on me. I know when I show up to court I can show it though. My mom has it and I was driving her car for that day. So now I'm just wondering if I'm covered or not

How much will my car insurance cost?

So im 18 years old . soon im going to drive a 1999 Mitsubishi eclipse gst ( automatic ) I have only been pull over when I was 17 years old for no driver license or permit, driving with no insurance, and blasting loud music, and I did paid the ticket on time too witch was 340$ so I was wondering can I still get a permit or driver license? Because some people said that I can't take it till im 21. Also some people say that i'll have to pay like around 400$ per month for insurance. is that really true?""

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""Is anyone with Endsleigh for their car insurance, and has done pass plus?""

How much did you save? I am 18 and am about to buy my first car after using my mums. I did pass plus but on confused.com quote it doesn't ask if i have it. Well anyway, endsleigh is the cheapest quote but i was wondering how much i will save when they know i have pass plus?""

""What is Cheaper, Insurance Group 6E or 4P?""

What is Cheaper, Insurance Group 6E or 4P""

How much should a car cost? Really.?

Just from some light browsing on the internet, it seems like they (the advertisers/car manufacturers) want us to believe that $30k is a reasonable median cost for a new car in the U.S. The price goes up disporportionately if they can call it a 'crossover' or the holy grail: SUV!!! $$$$$$$$ Assuming a person makes around $50k a year gross/ $30k a year net (is that a reasonable assumption for the U.S.?), and assuming the car will be worth close to $0 in 5 years, a $30k car works out to be around 20% of his or her income, not including gas repairs insurance et cetera. Is this reasonable? Is it sustainable? Are we heading for a 'correction' in auto pricing? or is the plan that we all just use financing tricks to perpetuate these exhorbitant prices?""

How and what is cheap auto insurance?

""How much will it cost per month to pay for gas fees, and auto insurance in Toronto?""

How much will it cost per month to pay for gas fees, and auto insurance in Toronto?""

Some Cheap Auto Insurance Companies for Young Drivers?

Can you list cheap auto insurance companies for young drivers please?

I'm 18 and I have no insurance?

I was wondering, what are the steps to get into the 2010 affordable care act? My parents have Allstate if that helps. Am I automatically covered or are there some steps like talking with an agent of my parent's insurance company.""

Car Insurance Problem Please Help!!!?

Hi everyone, somebody hit my car and drove off about 3 weeks ago. I phoned my insurance up and made a claim, the problem lies now on my son, who is the addtional driver and who hasnt been driving my car because he doesnt need to. The problem is that he has had drink driving conviction and no insurance conviction for about 3.5 years. Prudential my insurance company want to see my licence and his licence counterparts, BUT we completely forgot about the convictions etc. So now I have a problem where i think my insurance will be void but he doesnt drive the car nor was he involved in the accident. What happens now as they have requested both photocopies of our licences, is there a way out of this, thank you""

Can parents get sued if I drive a car without insurance?

My mom tried to tell me that if I drive without insurance they would be sued because I live with them. I am 19 so I am a legal adult. The car is also in my name only. I think she was just talking out her *** personally, but now I am curious if that is even possible. Whatsoever.""

How much is the Private Health Insurance?

$2 a month? $50 a month? Affordable rate? I can get braces, crown, root canal, bunion repair, fungal surgically remove from my toe nails, hair replacement for my future baldheaded husband, and all?""

""Young married couple, low cost health insurance with Rx?""

I'm going to get married soon (not RLY soon but i have to start thinking about some things in advance) and I have to get health insurance. I'm really confused by it but I've been doing some reading about it and some figures about the kind of finances we are going to have and all I really know at this point is that we can't afford more than 200 dollars per month and that has to include prescriptions and everything. My soon to be husband is really healthy, only real issue is near-sightedness. I'm a little more sickly, I have asthma and allergies and the same eye problems. I keep them all pretty much under control but I need my meds. What plan would be best for us so that we can keep costs low and still get me my Rx?""

What is this type of insurance called? And how much?

So from general information, i know typically an arena will say that you need some insurance to cover (X) amount, like $1,000,000. My question is how does that person get that insurance? What does the insurance policy look like? And how much would he/she have to pay to get that insurance?""

$350/month for health insurance. Reasonable?

I'm trying to find better insurance plans. Is this reasonable or any better insurance? -$350/month -50% coverage for all including dental and vision -Deductable $3,000 -34 years old""

Should you get better car insurance coverage when purchasing a home?

I am currently house shopping and my boss mentioned increasing my car insurance coverage to cover the price of my house in case I get into an accident where the damages are higher than my coverage. Could I be sued for my house if I cause an expensive accident and my insurance doesn't cover it or all of it? Should my car insurance be raised to 150k, and how much can I expect that to cost? I live in California and the legal minimum is 15/30(which is what I currently have), I told my agent I would like to pay no more than 160k for the house, though I was approved for more.. I drive an rsx, it's paid for, and drive roughly 22k miles a year.""

What are some cons of medical doctors not taking insurance?

""Liability only car insurance, does it matter what car you get?

I'm pretty sure you pay more if you get a mustang than a honda 4 door civic. Just liability only - not full comp and collission. No notes that if you have a loan in the car you have to carry full coverage. I know that already. Car would be cash and use same year for both cars.

Insurance price for a 50cc moped?

I'm almost 16 and I'm male, does anyone know/has any male that's 16 recently been insured? If so, what was the price of the insurance?""

Car insurance?

Is there any insurance company ,other than AMI ,that offers a nil excess option. The premium based on an optional excess of nil is obviously higher, which I understand. AMI is okay ...show more""

Drivers test question - Getting insurance before taking the drivers test is required. where is the cheapest?

Hello, I am 18 years old (turning 19 next week) and I am ready to take my drivers license. But before taking my driving test, It is required that I have insurance for my car (my dads car). So, I was wondering - where can I get the cheapest car insurance in California? I did check on Geico, but their alittle too expensive. PS: my permit expired by July 19th, so I have to hurry. So please, help me out! even the slightest information can be very helpful! Thanks""

""What is the best Health insurance, with good maternity coverage?""

I would like to get insurance before I get pregnant because I know they won't give it to you when you're pregnant. So I would like to know who has the best coverage, hospital, pre-natal....etc! Would really like to hear from mothers, and there experience with the providers!!!! Thanks in advance""

""So I am 19 years old and received my first speeding ticket, will it increase my insurance?""

I've asked this before and want to clarify. Some people told me the first ticket is a freebee and my insurance won't go up. Others have told me yes, my insurance will go up. I am in the state of California, I have Allstate insurance, and I'm on an insurance plan with my mom. I've been driving for a little over a year. Thanks everyone!""

How much is car insurance for an rx8 in nyc?

I work for EMS n im gonna pay around 16 cash for a 05 rx8 with 30 k miles on it. how much would car insurance b a month ?

Low income health insurance?

One of my friends recently came to US from a different country. She sold whatever she had and came to US with 25000$. Recently since she was sick she had to go to emergency room for three days. The problem is she did not have any kind of health insurance. Somebody in the hospital told her that she might be eligible for special kind of low income insurance. Her salary is 900$ per month and she get some help from her brother to be able to pay for rent and living costs. Here is my question: does having 25000$ in the bank account disqualify her for this low income insurance? Do they expect that she pay nearly all these 25000$ for the cost of her visit to emergency room? She was asked to provide all the documents regarding her bank accounts, rent she pays and documents showing her income. She is living in Bay area.""

Is insure.com legit?

I was wondering if the site insure.com is legit and If they have good rates

First timer buying Car Insurance?

It will be my first time buying car insurance next month and I am looking to get any advice if possible. I am in the Toronto area and I'm on a budget! What kind of things should I look out for other than price? I'm not even sure what to ask, so ANY advice is helpful -- and even more helpful if you can list some of the cheaper ones!""

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