#(to be safe! It’s honeycomb after all :3)
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honey slime aesthetic board!
#oh! a mint mango! ~ aesthetic board#honey slime#mint mango#slime rancher#slime rancher 2#honey#honeycomb#aesthetic board#tw trypophobia#(to be safe! It’s honeycomb after all :3)
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Chick Magnet
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Synopsis: Phil reignites a one-night stand with a local bar owner, Clarke.
Word Count: 2,483
Ratings/Warnings: M. Unprotected Sex.
It was a warmer night than usual for winter in Chicago.
I was closing up the bar after my shift, my feet sore from standing all night. Despite owning and operating this bar with my best friend for over 5 years, the long nights still got to me sometimes.
The last customer was stumbling out the door as I finished counting out the register. My friend and bartender, Isla, was taking a final pass through the main room with a mop and bucket.
"You look tired, I can do the rest of the closing," she said. "You can head home and rest."
"No, it's alright, I'm already almost done here," I replied. "Why don't you head home early and get some sleep?"
Isla had been my best friend since we met in college. We were both working and living in New York, but we both decided we were tired of the city and wanted a change of pace. So we moved to Chicago and bought a run-down, shitty little dive bar called Tap'd. We put all our corporate job savings into the place and renamed it Honeycomb Tavern.
Isla was my right-hand woman, my confidant, my second in command. She helped me run the business and was a fantastic bartender, and I loved her to death.
We were more like sisters, honestly.
I decided to take Isla’s offer and finish cleaning up. I gathered my items and then walked out into the mild Chicago night air. I lived less than a 5-minute walk from my apartment complex so I felt safe to walk home.
As I walked up the block, I saw an older man coming from the opposite direction. As he walked closer, I began to recognize him.
“Phil?” I called out.
“Clarke!”
I stopped as he continued to come closer, his walk casual and his hands were in his pockets. His smile indicated that he was happy to see me.
“It’s been a while,” I said.
He stopped in front of me and we sized each other up, seeing how much the other has changed since we last saw each other about a year ago.
He’s more gray than I remember, but it only adds to his devilish charm.
“I wasn’t sure if you still worked this shift,” his eyes carefully watched mine.
“If you called you would know that,” I replied dryly.
Phil chuckled.
I met Phil almost 3 years ago when he came to my bar one night with a friend. He caught my attention when he ordered just a Pepsi as his friend ordered whiskey from the top shelf. He noticed the surprise on my face and explained that he was straightedge. When I handed him his drink, he took the opportunity to talk to me. Before the night was over, he was wearing my legs like a necklace. That one night stand ended into an on-and-off again… entanglement ever since.
“I was hoping to catch you here,” He said.
I was surprised to see him after so long. He stopped returning all of my texts, putting me under the impression that we were done.
Plus, seeing TMZ photos of him wrapped around some model six months ago didn’t help.
I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.
“I wasn't expecting to see you here," I admitted, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
Phil smirked and looked away.
"I'm actually in town between shows. I'm leaving tomorrow," he looked at me again. "But I was hoping to see you."
I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where he was going with this.
"Look," Phil started. "I'm sorry that I stopped texting. There's no excuse for that. I was an ass and you deserved better."
Phil reached out to take my hand in his, the touch causing a familiar warmth to spread throughout my body.
"I've thought about you a lot," Phil's eyes were soft as they looked into mine. "I miss you, Clarke."
Phil's fingers brushed my cheek.
"Will you let me make it up to you?"
"How can I tell you're being honest?"
Phil stepped closer, his face close enough that his nose was almost touching mine.
"Just give me tonight."
I closed my eyes and sighed, the scent of his cologne invading my senses.
I opened my eyes to see his green eyes locked on me. I could see his want for me as I took all of him in. Phil's hair was slicked up, showing the grays on his beard more. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a black shirt underneath with matching jeans. Despite the coverage, I could tell he's been working out more.
He licked his lips, doing the same to me. I wasn't an athlete, or model, by any means…but seeing him with someone else did motivate me to join a Pilates studio.
And it was working.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked coyly.
A smirk spread across his face, making his green eyes shine.
"How about I come back to your place?" He whispered.
"Or," I took his hand and started walking. "We can go to yours."
"Oh yeah?" He chuckled as he fell into step with me.
"Yeah," I smiled.
Phil's apartment was triple the size of mine, and he had an amazing view of the riverfront. The furniture and decor were cozy.
It was very much like Phil himself.
Phil poured us some water as I sat down on his couch, setting my bag on the floor next to me. If he was going to treat me like an easy booty call, I wanted full service.
"I love what you've done with the place," I said as he joined me. "You redecorated?"
Phil smiled, sitting down close to me.
"Just replaced some art."
Phil took a sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving mine.
"So…" He started.
"So…" I mimicked him.
I was being a little mean, but he deserved it.
"I don't know what to say," Phil looked away. "It's been a while, and I didn't plan this."
I watched him for a few moments, trying to figure out why he was acting the way he was.
"Phil, what's up with you?"
"I'm just nervous," He shrugged. "You know I haven't had a serious relationship in a long time, and…I really like you."
"So much that you stop answering my calls?" I raised an eyebrow.
"That's my fault," Phil said. "I've been caught up with work and didn't make the time."
I always appreciated Phil's honesty, even when it stung.
"You weren't too caught up to hang out with that model," I said.
It was Phil's turn to blush. "You saw that?"
"I mean it was only on the front page of every entertainment outlet. What's her name anyway, Emily?"
"Emilia," Phil corrected me.
"Emilia," I mocked.
I couldn't help myself. I grabbed my purse and made my way to his balcony. I pulled out the joint I've been thinking about since rush hour at the bar and a lighter. I lit the joint and inhaled, becoming a cloud of smoke.
Phil came out to join me, a frown on his face.
"So are you two dating or what?" I asked.
"I guess," Phil replied.
"You guess?"
"We only went on one date."
I looked at him.
"If you're looking for me to say I fucked her, yes. I did, Clarke. Don't tell me you've been waiting for me."
"I didn't," I replied.
"Then why are you putting me on the cross?" Phil leaned against the wall.
"I'm not," I turned to him. "I'm just hurt, and I want answers."
"Answers for what?"
"Why me?"
I turned to the river and took another hit.
"Clarke," Phil came up behind me. "There's no good answer for that."
"Well, then you're fucked."
"Clarke," Phil said, pulling me back so that he could face me. "I'm not gonna give you the bullshit 'it's complicated' excuse. I can't."
"Why?"
"Because it's not. It's very simple."
Phil leaned forward, his lips lightly touching mine. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue slide across my lips.
"I want you, Clarke," Phil whispered.
He kissed me deeper, his tongue moving past my lips and sliding along mine. His hands trailed down my body until they found my ass, he cupped and firmly squeezed through my jeans.
"Fuck, I love your ass," he growled.
"You're a fucking animal," I grinned.
"Shut up and kiss me."
I did as I was told and kissed him again. He lifted me up, grabbed me by my ass taking me back into his living room. He dropped me down on his couch and began stripping my clothes off.
Once I was bare, Phil kissed my neck. His lips and tongue traveled down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites until he was between my legs.
He kissed the top of my mound before moving lower. He used his fingers to spread my pussy open and licked the length of my slit, tasting me.
"Oh my god," I moaned.
"I've missed your taste," Phil said before licking me again.
I gripped the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. Phil slid a finger into my pussy, pumping it in and out as he sucked and flicked his tongue across my clit. My legs were on his shoulders as I grinded into his face.
My orgasm was building up, the familiar pressure growing inside me.
"Phil," I moaned.
Phil's sucked my clit harder, the added pressure sending me over the edge.
"Phil!"
My orgasm washed over me, leaving my body limp. I panted, catching my breath as Phil rose and sat down on the couch. He grabbed me by my hips and placed me over his lap, stomach down.
Phil's firm hand struck my ass, the sharp pain turning into a sweet burn.
I yelped in response.
Phil rubbed the spot he smacked and spanked the other cheek. He grabbed the cheeks and squeezed them. He massaged down to my thighs, spreading me open every so often, making me anticipate his touch. Soon, his fingers were in my pussy, filling me with every pump. I was sprawled across his lap, his legs spread wide on the leather couch as his other hand cupped my bare ass. His hand felt warm against the cold air.
I groaned as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of me, his thumb rubbing over my clit.
"God, your pussy is dripping wet," Phil groaned.
I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach.
"I've missed your cock," I replied.
"Is that right?"
"I have," I lifted myself off him. "Let me show you how much."
I stood up and straddled his lap, the fabric of his pants was cool and smooth. My pussy was throbbing, leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
I pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, running my fingers over his chest. I loved how his tattoos looked against his perfectly defined body. I bent down and licked his chest, flicking his nipple before I kissed his neck. I bit down, earning a moan from him.
"Don't tease me," he laughed.
"Yeah?" I moved my hips back and forth against him, making his twitch. Before he could argue, I kissed him sucking his bottom lip as if it were his cock.
"You're the worst," he grinned as I pulled away.
I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts.
"Touch me," I said.
Phil grabbed my breasts and massaged them, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. I moved down his lap and pulled his jeans off. His cock sprang up, the tip shining with precum.
I stroked him a few times, his body tensing up with every movement. I wrapped my lips around the tip and gave it a soft suck.
"Fuck," he hissed.
I took him deeper until he was touching the back of my throat. My head bobbed and I took him as deep as I could. My hand pumped the base as my lips moved up and down.
He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging on it lightly. I moaned against his cock and he jerked. A low, deep moan escaped his lips. I kept moaning against him and he pulled harder on my hair, pushing me down on his cock. He was so deep that I couldn't breathe, but I was so turned on that I didn't care.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the underside, taking him deep again. He grunted as his body tensed up.
"Clarke," he groaned.
He pulled me away from him, shaking his head.
"I'm not coming until I fuck you silly."
He lifted me and placed me on the couch, positioning his body over mine. He kissed me passionately, our tongues meeting again.
Phil sat back and guided his cock to my entrance.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he said.
He slid inside me, his cock stretching me. He grabbed my ankles and pinned them above my head.
"Hold these," he said.
His hands were free, allowing him to grab my hips and hold me in place as he thrust into me. He moved slowly at first, teasing me. He watched me as he went in and out.
I forgot how good he felt.
Phil's pace picked up, his thrusts growing faster and harder. My breasts bounced from the force and his cock reached the deepest parts of me.
"I can't get enough of you," he said.
He leaned down and sucked on my nipples. All I could get out was whimpers of his name and deep moans as my body was taken over with pleasure.
"Fuck," Phil's grip on my thighs tightened. "I'm close."
"Me too," I moaned.
Phil reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit. The added pressure sent me over the edge. My whole body tensed as the pleasure rolled through me.
"Fuck, Phil! Fuck!"
Phil's hips slammed into mine, his body trembling as he came inside me. I rolled my hips into him, letting my orgasm crash into me like waves.
"Clarke," Phil panted.
I held onto him as we caught our breath. Phil leaned down and kissed me. He slowly pulled his cock out and slid behind me, holding me closely on his couch.
We lay in silence for a while, enjoying the closeness and the afterglow.
Phil kissed my shoulder. "Did I make it up to you?"
I giggled, turning to face him.
"You've got a start," I smirked.
"Oh?" He grinned. "How about we move this to the bedroom?"
"Only if you carry me," I grinned.
"Gladly."
Phil scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom.
This was going to be a long night.
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All Strength from God
by William Gouge
"Finally my Brethren be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might."
– Ephesians 6:10
But alas, what are we, mere flesh and blood? What strength can we have within us to fight against such enemies as will attack us?
To alleviate this concern, the Apostle adds this clause, "in the Lord," etc., by which he demonstrates how we come to be strong, not by any strength within ourselves, but by seeking strength in the Lord, committing ourselves wholly and solely to Him and His power.
The strength and valor that enable us to fight the Lord's battle are concealed in the Lord and must be sought from Him. For all our sufficiency comes from God; without Christ, we can do nothing. Hence, David says to God, "I love you dearly, O Lord, my strength: The Lord is my rock and fortress," etc.
It is more evident than needs to be proved that our Apostle was a strong and valiant champion for the Lord; but from where did he obtain this strength? "I am able," he says, "to do all things through the help of Christ who strengthens me." What he specifically says about himself, he also affirms of other saints, who were strengthened with all might through God's glorious power.
The Lord has thus reserved all strength in Himself and desires us to be strong in Him: partly for His own glory and partly for our comfort.
For His glory, that in times of need we might turn to Him, and in all difficulties cast ourselves upon Him; and, being preserved and delivered, acknowledge Him as our Savior and accordingly give Him all the praise.
For our comfort, that in all distresses we might be more confident. We can be much bolder in the Lord than in ourselves. Since God's power is infinite, it is impossible for it to be overcome by any adversarial power, which, at its greatest, is finite. Were our strength within ourselves, though it might seem somewhat sufficient for a time, there would always be a fear of decline. But being in God, we rest upon an omnipotence, thereby having a far more reliable support for our faith, as we will discuss in the next doctrine.
Use 1: Let us learn to renounce all confidence in ourselves and to recognize our own inability and weakness. This will lead us to seek help beyond ourselves. Those who overestimate themselves and believe they are sufficiently capable of helping themselves will be so far from seeking strength that they will scornfully reject it when it is offered to them. Observe what is said of the wicked person, who is proud in his own conceit, "He contemns the Lord": just as one who is full despises a honeycomb, so does he who is confident in his own strength disdain help from any other.
Use 2: Having recognized our own weakness, and thereby renounced all confidence in ourselves, our care must be to turn to a sure foundation and rest thereon; thus, we will be safe and secure. This sure foundation and safe rock is only the Lord: strong in Himself, He can both strengthen us and weaken our enemies. In this confidence, David faced Goliath and prevailed. Thus, we can be assured of victory: through God, we are more than conquerors.
Use 3: But vain is the confidence of those who, trusting in themselves and their own strength, defy all their enemies. Proud boasters they are, whose pride will eventually lead to their downfall. Such, in terms of outward power, were Goliath and Sennacherib. This presumption is intolerable, even in outward strength: observe their end in 1 Samuel 17:50 and Isaiah 37:36-38. But it is even more intolerable in spiritual strength, of which we possess not a single ounce within ourselves, but in that respect are as water spilled upon the ground. Peter was overly confident in this regard: had he not recognized his presumption after becoming puffed up, and promptly humbled himself, the outcome would have been dire. For nothing provokes God more than spiritual pride, because nothing more undermines His glory.
Vain also is the confidence of those who go from weakness to weakness, from themselves to other creatures; like the Israelites, who sought help from the Egyptians. The Prophet aptly compares them to a reed, which, if leaned upon, breaks and pierces the arm. Such are the foolish Papists, among whom some believe they are strong in figures like Pope Gregory, Pope Boniface, Pope Alexander, whom, without breach of charity, we may consider to be mere phantoms in hell; others in Saint George, Saint Christopher, and others who never existed: the stories about them are mere fabrications; others (who believe they have a much surer basis for confidence) in Saint Peter and Saint Paul, and such like holy and worthy saints: but even the best saints that ever were had no strength to aid others; they only had enough for themselves. Thus, in their greatest need, when they seek and expect the best help, they are all like those who went to the wells and found no water: they returned with their vessels empty, ashamed, and confounded, and covered their heads.
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new life smp: third origins
scott: TBA
fwhip: trickster
gem: TBA
joey: TBA
katherine: TBA
lizzie: TBA
sausage: TBA
seapeekay: TBA
shubble: TBA
joel: kindling
jimmy: penguin
stacy: TBA
strawburry: TBA
oli: TBA
owen: TBA
scar: TBA
pearl: copper golem
pix: TBA
martyn: TBA
full origins descriptors under the cut!
fwhip: trickster [impact - •••]
as a master of confusion, you harness unique abilities to disorient your foes.
compression [+]
compress yourself into a smaller state of being.
quick blink [+]
quickly relocate to where your cursor is-
note: fwhip didn’t show all the descriptors for his origin. he has more abilities, but these are the only ones with the official description shown.
joel: kindling [impact - •••]
the kindling is a lesser fire spirit born from the sparks of powerful hell forges in the fiery nether.
arcane flames [-]
you do not exhaust. instead you have a heat meter which affects your other powers.
nether inhabitant [-]
your natural spawn will be in the nether.
fire immunity [+]
you are immune to all types of fire damage.
flaming dash [+]
you can dash in any direction, damaging nearby mobs and consuming fuel while launching you forward.
overheat [+]
consuming high energy fuel with full heat will overheat you, making you lose fuel to gain health. you're also faster while overheating.
crackling fuel [+]
if you take damage after overheating, you lose heat and hurt nearby targets.
firestarter [+]
while overheating, you occasionally ignite the block you're standing on.
fire's bane [-]
water extinguishes you, causing you to take damage and lose heat while wet.
burnout [+][-]
you become extinguished when your heat meter is empty, gaining various buffs and debuffs.
heart of flame [-]
made of pure heat and fuel, you cannot eat and you do not naturally regenerate health.
ancraophobia [-]
you cannot stand high winds or avoid burning elytra, so you cannot wear them.
jimmy: penguin [impact - •••]
furry, sea-faring birds that enjoy the ice, snow, and the murder of fish!
happy feet [+][-]
you’re a 0.25 blocks shorter than a human. your flightless wings provide more attack speed, but less reach.
cold embrace [+][-]
you’re quite resistant in snowy biomes, but weaker and slower the warmer the biome. 4-8 levels of fire protection will grant you safe passage through any biome.
belly sledding [+]
your belly is frictionless in colder environments, allowing you to flop onto your belly and slide!
fragile [-]
you have 3 less hearts of health than humans.
fuzzy fur [-]
the nether sets your fur aflame, unless wearing eight levels total of fire protection armor. you take double the damage from fire-based sources, unless wearing four levels of fire protection.
aquatic diet [+][-]
you can only eat seafood, and it sustains you much farther. you don't suffer any effects from seafood, and consuming a pufferfish pumps you full of air.
webbed feet [+][-]
you can swim much faster and take less damage from a fall, but move slower when not in a very cold biome. alternatively, you can equip frost walker boots to maintain the same speed regangless of biome.
aquatic lunge [+]
every 10 seconds, you are able to berform an underwater lunge.
fish hunter [+]
you have an exceptionally high oxygen capacity, and deal far more damage while underwater.
pearl: copper golem [impact - •••]
the copper golems are a curious automaton, designed to improve the lives of others. since they were initially prototyped, they have gained a greater knowledge of redstone components and ways to utilise them.
repairs available [-]
your body cannot be naturally or magically mended. you instead repair by consuming copper ingots.
oxidation [-]
your copper body makes you susceptible to the elements, oxidising you over time. oxidation can be removed with an axe.
galvanise [+]
honeycombs allow you to wax yourself, staving off the effects of oxidation for several minutes.
lightning rod [+]
while in thunderstorms, you’re much more likely to get struck by lightning. you are immune to lighting, and de-oxidize when struck.
copper plating [+]
your chassis is made out of copper. as a result, you passively have resistance.
local area networking* [+]
you have modified an antenna to fit to your head permanently to recieve radio signals.
micro machine [-]
you are only one block tall, and your maximum health is reduced.
automaton [+][-]
your body doesn’t experience hunger, and you don’t benefit from natural regeneration.
button masher [+]
your programming gives you an overwhelming urge to press buttons. every time you press a button, redstone dust will drop.
tinkerer [+]
you can quickly convert a redstone component into its similar counterpart.
transmute [+]
you are able to transmute copper into other metals, allowing you to craft more metal items.
toolsmith [+]
you can also use this skill to create various metal tools.
circuit corrosion [-]
being submerged in water will damage your internal circuitry. your plating will protect you from rain, however.
heavy metal [+][-]
you don’t need to breathe underwater, but your dense body holds you down.
* active ability. when standing within 5 blocks of unwaxed copper, emerald, or diamond ore and blocks, you will beep. you oxidise faster while this is active.
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NO WAIT THIS MAKES THE ASHLYN MADDOX BOUNDARY SNIPPET HURT SO MUCH MORE OW??????????????????? OH MY GOD MADISON CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF I HATE THAT BITCH
:)
This was weird.... Or it's not weird, and Maddie just doesn't know it....Madison didn't act like it was weird, she would have told Maddox, she likes telling her when she misses things.
But God why is she sore? Her muscles keep flexing and she can't stop them, all over, again and again, her arms and legs are exhausted. She's never been sore after color wars.
Whatever, she just needs to hit the showers, she feels like her sweat from earlier has turned into crystals on her skin, trapping dirt, and making her feel gross.
Wait, she has to grab her script from the office first..
Changing directions, Maddie walks off the path through a tree thicket, cutting the 7 minute walk down to 3, perks of knowing the woods.
Opening the door, she hears the sound of someone startling, and as she enters, she sees a somewhat sheepish Val holding her phone.
Maddox can help it, "We're not allowed to have our phones Val....".
Val blinks, and gently smiles as she drops her phone back into the bucket without looking, eyes fixed on her new companion.
"Hi Maddie, I know, I'm sorry. Hey, where'd you go earlier? We missed you at dinner. We thought you'd gone to find Madison, but she came in about halfway through and you never showed." Val scans Maddie as she talks, classic CIT training kicking in. 'Have to make sure all your little campers are safe and sound!' Right Dewey?
Maddie must have caught her at a bad time, she seems nervous and worried about something. Maddox should ask, a good friend would ask, but she's so tired, and the faster she gets her script, the faster she can shower and get some sleep.
"I, uh I was out by the shrine.... looking at the trees...." why didn't she just tell her, normal teens talk about these things all the time, hell she's talked to Val about this before....but it wasn't her that time, and it doesn't feel right, and she doesn't want to fight with herself right now....
"did the California sun finally get too hot for you too?"
What? Oh right, Maddie's still in her undershirt, which Val's seen before, but only in the brief seconds of the morning when Maddie gets dressed.
"ha, uh.....yeah, too hot.....hey did I leave my script in here? I need to grab it for tomorrow"
Val stares for another minute, and looks like she wants to talk about something, and God Maddie's such a bad friend. But then Val seems to sag before casually opening the drawer to the Stage Manager's desk and pulling out Maddie's copy of the script with all the blocking and cue notes.
Maddox grabs the booklet, and turns to exit the cabin, missing Val's reaction to the smattering of bruising along her upper back. She heads out to the Honeycomb.
Back in the office, Val is puzzling together some things. Madison had wandered into the barn halfway through dinner, cool as can be and smug. This in itself was a bit odd this year, with Mad and Mad having been inseparable all week.
Val had made EJ switch spots with her, so she could watch better. Madison had evidently jumped right in to some grand tale, laughing and gesturing all the while.
Eventually EJ and Ninis conversation died down a little, and she could hear the next table a bit better. Madison was bragging about some 'battle wound'? Rolling her sleeves and showing off what was......definitely not an animal bite.....
And now, Maddie comes in looking like she'd tangled with a bear and like she was two steps away from taking one of her 'long hikes' they all pretend are normal nature walks.
Even without the mounting evidence, I didn't take a genius to figure, Madison has always liked displaying her affection to Gadget's neck, and right now she looks like the survivor to a Friday the Thirteenth film.....
Maddie seems uncomfortable, but Maddox's face doesn't always line up with what she means or how she's feeling..... truthfully, Val really didn't think she was all that into intimacy, but she supposes the last time they'd talked about it she'd been a little distracted....
Well regardless, she needed to talk to Madison about private moments and what shouldn't be so freely shared. It's wonderful that she's so open, but Val is certain Maddox would be uncomfortable with everyone knowing her business, hell no one even knows her last name, or anything about her outside of camp.
The next day Val couldn't seem to get a hold on either of them, Maddie having evolved onto her yearly whirlwind a day early, and Madison deciding to 'help' every pre-prom activity, relay style.
she did see Crash give Maddox a High Five for 'beast taming', to which she confusedly returned. And Val added him to the list of people to talk to.
#hsmtmts#hsmtmts maddox#high school musical the musical the series#hsm the series#hsmtmts season 4#hsmtmts jet#possible#tw dubcon#not really but its alluded to
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King’s Quest V: Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder | Part 3
The Adventurer’s Log
King’s Quest V: Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder Part 3
Time to deal with a witch, deal with the town's assorted issues, get some ant pay-off, and cross a mountain.
Now I had the protective amulet it was time to go into the forest and finally deal with that witch. She was quite put out that her magic didn't work and we ended up at a bit of a stand-off.
For fun I tried offering her some of my items like the custard pie. She wasn't terribly impressed, saying "Don't try to bribe me with that, dearie! I'm not dumb, you know."
With my bit of goofing around done, I dealt with her as you're meant to: the bottle with the genie. The witch looks at and opens the bottle and out pops the genie and she meets the same fate as Graham when I'd tried to open it last session. After 500 years the genie is free at last and now it's time for the opener to be trapped for 500 years instead, so in she goes and they both disappear. Problem solved. Until a few centuries down the road I guess?
I examined that tree and while there was a little door thing, it was locked and I couldn't do anything about it. Yet. Remember this!
With the witch gone, I was able to more freely explore and I came across her home.
As dangerous as it looks it's all pretty safe now, though I didn't put any effort into seeing if you can fall off anywhere. Inside her home I found a small gold key, a fancy spinning wheel, and a pouch of three emeralds.
Everything was all well and good except there was seemingly no way out of the forest.
Or is there?
Those little eyes in the shadows there actually belong to little elves. If you toss out one of those emeralds, one will jump out and grab it. Graham makes a motion to try to catch him but fails. If you throw out all three emeralds you'll just lose them, so you need a way to trap one of those elves.
Good thing I helped the bees. If you use the honeycomb with the path, Graham will squeeze its honey out creating a nice sticky pool. Then you can toss an emerald into it, an elf comes out to grab it and gets stuck. Graham picks up the elf and they cut a deal: Graham lets him go, the elf will show him the way out the forest.
One of those boulders was a critter! Sadly, I didn't get to interact with it. It shuffles aside then hides back under its rock and won't talk or come out again.
The elf takes Graham to their caverns underground and then in return for the emeralds gives Graham a beautiful high quality pair of boots, claiming, that they always pay back what's given as if they don't just take all your emeralds and skedaddle if you don't trap one.
Still we have some nice, slightly too small for Graham, boots!
There's a route from the cavern back to the entrance of the forest and we're free much to Cedric's relief.
I started to head back to town and made it as far as the screen with the bakery when suddenly a rat comes running down the path chased by a cat. This is a one time opportunity that if you mess up will leave you soft-locked a little later. You gotta throw the boot that was found in the desert at the cat which then runs off. The rat, now safe, thanks Graham and promises to help him should he ever need it before hurrying away to go back to her children.
From here I went to double check my notes, only to realize I'd completely forgotten to look for the golden heart the witch stole from the princess. In a bit of a panic moment I reloaded a save I left at the witch's house, but I had already scoured it pretty thoroughly. Then I remembered the tree with the locked door. Yeah, I forgot that. Thankfully, back to my newest save I was able to just walk back and unlock it with the small gold key and there was the heart. I was a little concerned I wouldn't be able to get back to the elves' caverns to get out of the forest, but thankfully I was able to, although the elves were all gone.
I went back to the weeping willow and returned her golden heart. She transformed back into a princess and tossed aside the harp. It was a very pretty harp and she was just like 'nah, don't need that piece of junk anymore.' The prince shows up then and they leave together.
Well, if she doesn't want the harp, it's Graham's now!
At this point, I still had the cloak to get from the tailor, something to do with the shoe shop, the sled to get from the toy shop and a problem with getting captured at the inn.
From the willow tree spot I found my way to a grandpa gnome and his grandkid. I was able to give him the spinning wheel and in return he gave me a marionette. It's a special spinning wheel that spins straw into gold.
I wasn't quite ready to deal with the town things just yet. There was one more thing to get. Back to the haystack for a very special moment. Interact with the haystack and...
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We’re the ants!
Led by King Antony!
We’re coming to help King Graham!
We’re the ants!
Led by King Antony!
We’re coming to help King Graham!
Helping out the ants earlier pays off. The ants find a golden needle and King Antony gives it to Graham. This song gets periodically stuck in my head now. I think it and 'bugaloooo' are just gonna be those things that stick with me forever.
Now we're ready to go.
I went to the tailor first and traded the gold needle for the cloak. Turned out the tailor had lost it last time he'd gone to visit the inn. It would have been nice to have been told he was missing it in the first place, however. There are no clues given of any of this short of the old saying 'like finding a needle in a haystack.'
I brought the marionette to the toy shop where the owner was most impressed and traded it for the sled, though thought he was getting the better deal here. Graham was okay with that though.
Then the shoe shop. I gave them the pair of boots from the elf, and it was the best pair the old couple had ever seen and they'll be ready to retire off of selling it. They gave me a cobbler's hammer since they won't be needing it anymore.
And finally the inn. The innkeeper and his thugs discussed their last job until Graham interrupts and they capture him. Graham is tied up in a cellar and can't get out of the ropes. This time, however, the rat we saved from the cat shows up to chew through the ropes.
The rat is happy she could help and runs off again. I scooped up the rope of course, but the door is locked with a rusty padlock. The cobbler's hammer is needed here to break the padlock, so if you do this place before or without the saving the rat you're hooped, and if you do it before helping the shoe shop owners you're still hooped. So many softlock opportunities!
Anyhoo, the door leads into a kitchen where I found a leg of lamb in a cupboard and was able to take a side door back outside.
That was everything I needed so I started to head back to the path that leads into the mountains, but first I came across the area where the gypsy camp was. They've moved on now, leaving an empty clearing except for a tambourine. Of course I scooped that too.
Now there's a healthy inventory.
It occurs to me that I may have forgotten to mention that Crispin gave me his old wand. Well, there it is. It's been useless for now anyway.
The tambourine is used to scare off the snake guarding the path. Then it was onto the snowy mountains.
Better put that cloak on or you'll freeze in time. I'm not sure how fast it happens and I should have tested. I missed a death opportunity for shame.
The next screen led to a cliff. There were some tree branches sticking out of the cliff face and I tried attaching the rope to those, but once you start climbing the rope the branch breaks and you die. I got briefly stuck here before finding there was an outcrop of rock I could use the rope with instead.
Then there were some stone platforms to jump across.
I thought if I pointed at the stone he'd jumped across. No... he fell and died. Have to use the action verb on them to get him to jump.
The fun doesn't stop there. After crossing this area into the next area, a wolf shows up! And grabs poor Cedric and slides away down a hill with him. There's only one thing to do now!
Die from hunger.
The game does warn you Graham is getting hungry. I just pushed it.
After reloading and eating part of the leg of lamb now it's time give chase.
Wheeee!
He launches off the end and the sled breaks on impact but Graham is okay other than disgruntled at the sled breaking.
The path continues. I could see an icy stony sort of palace in the distance and closer at hand was an eagle. The poor thing was starving and couldn't even fly now. I gave him the rest of the leg of lamb and he thanks Graham before flying away. Yes, if you don't help the eagle you'll be softlocked a little later.
I started to approach the castle when two wolves came out and escorted me the rest of the way. Graham was brought before Queen Icebella. Cedric is locked in cage.
We're intruders in her land and she starts to have the wolves take Graham away when you're given the opportunity to do something. Play the harp! The beautiful music warms her frozen heart, just a little, and she's willing to give Graham and Cedric a chance if Graham does something for her first. A yeti has invaded her crystal caves and if Graham can take care of that she'll let him and Cedric go. She sends one of the wolves, Sir Greywolf, to escort Graham to the caves.
So. Yeti time. If you talk to Greywolf Graham wonders how he can handle a yeti that's surely at least twice his size and far more powerful. Come on, Graham, you've dealt with a dragon and a giant among other things. This shouldn't be that big a deal.
Greywolf has nothing to say in particular, not his problem so it's onto the caves and yeti shows up.
"What an abominable situation Graham has found himself in."
Of course I had to die once.
There's some time while the yeti approaches to do something. An inventory of items, but what can be done?
It's... it's custard pie time.
Use the pie on the yeti and Graham throws it at its face. The Yeti paws at it and in its stumbling... falls off the cliff.
Pie truly does solve all problems. And that's why you can't eat it back went you got it. Eat a pie; be doomed to a yeti. This is apparently one of the more infamous puzzles and...yeah.
I poked into the caves which are indeed full of crystals. With the hammer I was able to take a bit of crystal before I went back to Sir Greywolf and was taken back to Icebella.
She stays true to her word and releases Cedric. Sir Greywolf took us back to the path that led to the ice caves and there's another path we were able to take. Can't go back to see Icebella though. Sir Greywolf blocks the way.
Further mountain traversal led to a winding path going up and Graham almost makes it when a giant bird swoops down and scoops him up! I guess if Cedric had to be snatched earlier, it's only fair Graham meets a similar fate?
Graham is dumped into a nest with a giant egg. There's a gold locket which of course I grabbed. Priorities here. then the egg starts to hatch releasing some very hungry birds .
Things were looking real bad for Graham here, but never fear! The eagle we helped before shows up and carries Graham away dropping him off on a beach where Cedric is waiting. If you didn't help the eagle, Graham is doomed to getting eaten...
Cedric couldn't find Graham anywhere but is relieved to see him now!
I took an old metal bar off the beach and stopped here.
It was quite the journey over that mountain, but we're getting ever closer to Mordack's castle! Of course there'll be more adventures along the way...
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Points: 158/260
Deaths: 24
Time: 3:26
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Forget-me-not. 3
Rating: T (see pinned post/ao3 link for additional tags)
Warning: Death threats, child abuse, hallucinations (blood, decapitation), referenced child neglect
Length: 3,000 words
Chapter title: 11/1/2018
Summary: Leo is at school
Leo's head fell against the window of the school bus with a soft thud. The movements from the bus made her head rattle and smack against the window, effectively ruining her nap. She hadn't bothered to sleep the night before, having been too busy trying to find anything she could on her aunt and cousins.
She hadn't found anything. It was like they never existed. She'd gone through every document on every person who died any day after the year 2013, and found no one who looked like her aunt and cousins. It was ridiculous. And now she was tired.
Leo was not above skipping school. She'd done it the day before, she'd do it again. But, the only thing on her mind was learning about her probably-dead family members, and she'd already spent an entire six hours without a break doing that. If she tried to learn anymore, she'd physically implode. Spontaneously combust. Kaboom.
The bus screeched to a halt and hissed as the doors opened. A group of kids filed in, and found their spots easily. Leo glared at each one of them, pointedly placing her backpack next to her so no one could sit there.
Cass usually was the one to sit by her on the bus, but she was currently in the front with some kids on her soccer team. Kai was in the front with his fellow art nerds, and Marcy was in the back with the kids who were also probably going to end up in jail. Leo sat in the middle rows.
The kids crowded around each other and screamed for no discernible reason as they clambered and fought their way out of the bus. Leo watched the chaos from a safe viewing distance, huddling against the metal wall of the bus and holding her black backpack close.
When it was safe and all the other kids got off, Leo made her way down the narrow alley and carefully hopped off onto the sidewalk.
Leo glanced around. There was five minutes left before the doors would open. For now, the kids all stood in a big group together, talking amongst themselves and overall making a block to the door, and paid Leo no mind.
Leo twisted her hoodie string in between her fingers. As a kid, her mother had told her horror stories. Kids like her were cornered and maimed and left for dead. They wouldn't hesitate to do the same thing to her or Cass if they knew.
And of course, they all knew. It was a well known fact. Leo had magic, and Cass had magic, but people liked Cass. Cass was friendly and sociable and overall a good person. No one thought she was dangerous. And Leo was fine with being the bad guy if her sister wasn't in danger.
She liked to think that she wouldn't go out of her way to directly hurt someone. Especially not with her magic. With her fists, sure. With a fireball shot out of her fingertips? No. Hopefully not.
But she could and that was all they needed to know, it was only a matter of time before she was killed in an alleyway.
Some gave her a look as she pushed past them. Some people smiled and waved at her. It was all an act, a front.
A lie Leo was too smart to fall for. She glared down the kids who waved and tightened her grip on her backpack until her fingernails practically dug into the leather straps.
Leo flinched as the bell rang, and the two-thousand kids began swarming inside all at once, mercilessly clawing at each other and smashing into the doorway. The smaller freshman students were crushed and pushed away by their older counterparts, and forced to the back for the bigger ones to fight their way to the front entrance.
Leo, personally, thought it was a bit over the top, as she was shoved into another kid's backpack and her anxiety skyrocketed.
Once inside, the bizarre amount of kids split off into groups, going into different directions like a swarm of bees to their honeycomb cells. They were all desperate to get to their classes first, despite the fact that many had been complaining about being in school in the first place.
Leo found her locker, conveniently located across the building from where her first class was. That had most definitely been on purpose, she was sure of it. The school board was out to get her, now, too.
She carefully moved a stack of money to the side of the locker and set her backpack inside. She took out a stack of paper and placed them in her binder, to hand out to the kids in her first period class without the teacher seeing her.
A slight tap on the arm made her whip around on her heel, startled. A younger girl, probably freshman, held a crumpled-up sheet of paper in shaky hands, looking embarrassed.
"Uh- sorry. I'm- I just got here-" poor kid, can hardly keep it together. She pointed at a room on her schedule. Some science room upstairs, Leo was sure. "Do you know how to get there?"
Leo looked over at the girl's paper, staring at the room number for a moment. "Aw, of course. You're gonna want to go that way-" Leo pointed to some random direction. "-and you'll take a left, then go up the stairs, take a right, go down the stairs, then there'll be an elevator, then you take another right."
She scrunched her nose a little, confused, but nodded to herself after muttering the instructions again. She smiled up at Leo. "Thank you!"
"Sure!" Leo smiled pleasantly, snickering to herself when she started to run off.
She took a deep breath, and booked it in a mad dash to the main hallway, in the process, she nearly rammed headfirst into seven kids, two teachers, the principal, and an angry looking parent yelling at a poor janitor. It truly seemed too early for the both of them.
She fully ignored the teachers who yelled at her to stop running in the hallways, but slowed down as she approached her classroom, smoothed her hair with her hands, and pretended like she wasn't out of breath.
Her teacher was out of the classroom, acting as a hall monitor who had miraculously not seen Leo running through the halls. She seemed good at her job, Leo thought in amusement.
Leo opened the door and sat down in her spot in the front of the classroom. Undoing the binder in front of her, Leo proceeded to sort through the stack of papers.
The previous week, the assignment was to write an essay on their aims in life. Goals and such. Leo had written four different essays on different topics. All these kids had to do was give Leo their topics, and they would pay her ten dollars each to write their essays for them.
Before the teacher could reenter the classroom, Leo flicked the corners of the papers and handed them out to each kid. There was Danny, a kid with fluffy hair and blue eyes, who's goal was to move out of the country, and what a mood that was. Danny gave her a small smile, as they gave her ten dollars, and quietly thanked her.
Alice, she didn't like Leo very much. Leo had spent most of her childhood avoiding that girl. They did the trade silently, neither thanking the other.
And a boy named Noah, who wanted to be a basketball player. Leo didn't know anything about sports, so she had Marcy bullshit some facts about basketball and together, they had thrown a questionable essay together.
Maybe, this was technically on expelling-grounds, suspension at least, but technically, Leo had lunch detention once a week, a mandated counselor session next week on Tuesday and every Tuesday after that, and was hardly ever at school at all anyways, so technically, if Leo was expelled, she wouldn't care all that much.
Leo sat back down at the same time the teacher came back and the same time the bell rang. Leo stifled herself from slamming her hands over her ears, heart suddenly plummeting at the sound. Her hand twitched.
The teacher walked into the room and sat at her desk, folding her arms and staring at the kids behind pink-rimmed glasses. Leo gave the teacher a sweet smile, that the teacher returned.
The teacher was a very strict woman, with high standards, due to the class being an AP level. They did an essay every three weeks, and on top of the current essay, Leo was also in the middle of reading and doing a report on a classic novel. She had picked Dracula, of course. She had always been fascinated by classic novels as a kid, so she was perfectly happy with the project.
Leo sat up as straight as a person who was indeed bisexual could sit, and pretended to pay attention while the teacher collected everyone's essays. As she stood in the middle to read them all off to everyone, Leo tapped her foot on the floor, hand absentmindedly scratching the table.
She was always careful when she wrote other kid's essays, but it was easy to slip up and use the same line twice, or sign her name at the top. She'd never screwed up before. She tensed up even further when the teacher had gotten to her essay. She hadn't known what her goal in life was, really, but wrote a long few paragraphs detailing her plan to move out as soon as she could and added a few facts about where she would move, as well as a budgeting plan. If she ever went through with it, the essay was sure to help her.
Once the teacher read through the last essay to the class, the tension released itself from her shoulders, allowing her to slump forward and relax, tuning out the teacher's lesson on grammar. Leo was sixteen and quite confident in her grammar skills.
She was also quite confident that she had fallen asleep, as the bell suddenly rang again and jolted her back to consciousness.
Her next class was science. Chemistry, technically. Leo's personal favorite and the only class she bothered paying attention to. Cass was in that class with her, and they sat next to each other. Cass didn't know about Leo's whole scheme she had been running for the past few years.
Now, getting to the classroom faster than her twin was not an easy task, with said twin in both track and soccer, while Leo would never run for enjoyment.
She held her binder close and walked down the hallway, took a right, walked a few feet, and made it to her science class. She cringed at the loud pop music playing over the speakers from the teacher's computer. Her science teacher was talking to the one next door.
So, Leo followed the same pattern. She handed out completed homework assignments, got fifty dollars, and sat down before the teacher could see. A lesson happened and Leo already knew all the material so she let herself hide within the comfortable sleeves of her hoodie and teeter on the edge of falling asleep for an hour, while Cass would shake her awake periodically.
Now, her next class was a bit different. In math class, she sat down at her seat, the smell of saltwater taffy and coffee filled the classroom, as well as the 8-bit sounds of video games. Her math teacher was her favorite, as he actively supported her scheme, although he didn't know about the homework one, he supported the one she did in math class.
She pulled out a red pencil case and lined each object up, folding her hands in front of her. One by one, kids came up, picked a pencil, or eraser, or any other school supplies, and gave her fifty cents for it. Now, because they were so much cheaper than the ones at the store, kids would buy them in bulk, and Leo would end up with ten dollars by the end. Her teacher supported it, because it helped the other kids, and he didn't know how much she truly made off of it.
Leo sat in the back of the classroom, so no one could sit behind her, and so no one could see her computer screen. Most of their assignments were online, and Leo finished them before school started, so she could spend her time playing games on the school laptop and continue to sell school supplies.
By the time the lunch bell rang, Leo made ninety dollars off of poor fools who never thought that it could be a scam, and no one ever told the teachers, because everyone relied on her too much, and they couldn't afford to lose her. She could afford it, but that was mostly because she had all their money. She needed it more than they did, anyway.
Steal from the rich, give to the poor. Robin Hood, 1973.
Leo's locker wasn't too far away from her math class, though she avoided the kids who squealed and hugged each other, genuinely in tears, like they hadn't seen each other less than an hour ago. It was bizarre to see other people act like that without feeling embarrassed. Leo felt she would be embarrassed if she ever even talked to another person her age.
Leo had witnessed plenty of school fights in her day. She didn't live in the safest city, after all. A freshman student had been banned from every school in the district because she had gotten into a fight with someone from every grade. A group of girls had nearly pushed a smaller boy in front of the school bus when it was leaving. Two other girls had gotten into a brutal fight in the school bathrooms. Those same girls who had hugged and cried because they saw each other again after five minutes, seemed to have no problem turning straight back around to claw each other's eyes out.
Leo put the newly-earned ninety dollars in her stack in the locker, shoving them all in her backpack, that she slung over her shoulder, and made sure to check that the locker was indeed locked, because kids her age were not above stealing from her, and she was not above stealing from them.
Leo hesitated to call them her friends, but they were the group she hung out with at lunch, and some days after school.
She sat with a group of kids, the ones that the teachers would find any reason to get in trouble. Already, they were gathering by the table in the back, and already, they were throwing apple slices at each other.
Leo didn't greet them when she sat down, and they didn't greet her, other than the slight annoyance of an apple slice to the face. She glowered at the boy- Jude- and turned back to her phone underneath the table. Brianna, the girl beside her, bleached-white hair and long, fake eyelashes, she was known for stealing phones right out of hands as a joke. Leo wasn't in the mood.
She was one of the youngest among the group, one of the only sophomores. The majority were seniors and juniors.
She looked up when her forehead was poked at with a pencil. Jasper, blue eyes and pink hair, blue hoodie, sat back down with a slight grin.
"Leo, what're you doing in your next classes?"
"Whatever you want from me, it's a no," Leo said coolly, hardly paying attention to the group. Another poke. She looked again. "What?"
"I'm just saying, Leo-" Jasper pointed at the doors that led to the student parking. "The teachers aren't there."
Teachers, the hall monitors, usually stood at the door to catch kids trying to skip school during lunch. It clicked. Leo picked her backpack up by the handle. "Yeah, sure. Where do we wanna go?"
"We've got a new café," Audrey suggested. "It's like, across the street."
"By the store?" Leo shrugged, Audrey nodded. "Sure. I've got to go grocery shopping today, anyways."
"No one has tests today? Nothing important?" The oldest of the group, Noel, asked. The others mumbled their responses. Even if they did, it didn't matter enough.
The group stood up, and Leo shot a wary glance at the doors. She looked back. "Guys, go one at a time, don't be stupid about it."
"You act like it's our first time."
"Yeah, because you text me every time I'm not at school to tell me you got caught."
It was true. They were lost without her.
Leo avoided Cass's gaze when the twins made eye contact, just as she slipped through the glass doors, a rush of adrenaline once she was outside with the others.
Cheers and laughter at their success, feet slapping against the sidewalk as they ran like their lives depended on it.
In record time, they made it to the shopping part of town, the Walmart and new Starbucks, and the four other stores, a beauty supply, and chain restaurant, a shoe store, and a Goodwill.
"I'm not paying," Leo decided, the second they entered the coffee shop, the bell ringing overhead. She pushed past the other kids to the front of the line, the barista looked at her, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "A black coffee."
"Shouldn't you kids be in school?" The barista took her money regardless, turning back to the machine. While her back was turned, Leo took twenty dollars from the tip jar, stuffing the money in her pocket.
The kids behind her booed at the question, Leo scoffed. Why she hung out with them was the real mystery. She smiled sweetly at the woman at the counter when she turned back around. "Ha, yeah, probably. We're just here for lunch."
The barista's expression went back to the patented one she had to have, lest she get fired. "Alright, well, have a nice day."
Leo took the coffee from the counter, still smiling. "You too!"
The expression dropped as soon as she turned around, silently mocking the woman. Jasper snickered. She sat down at one of the tables, sipping through the thin, black straw while she waited.
Leo found herself running again in about thirty minutes when they left the coffee shop and had their pockets filled with useless, stolen items. Little things no one would miss; pencils and candy and toy cars. But the alarms still sounded because one of them forgot to pick off the stickers.
As the alarms blared behind them, Leo was dragged along by Jasper's hand, running from the security officer yelling in the distance. Leo was laughing along this time, near-hysterical, as they turned the corner, backs slamming against the brick wall, fighting to catch their breaths.
Silence followed, broken by small giggles and harsh breaths. Leo slid down the wall of the alleyway. She looked around, feeling strangely giddy with adrenaline, actually laughing out loud when she noticed an absence. "Oh my god, we lost Brianna."
Jasper cackled at the realization. "Holy shit! She's gone!"
"Should've moved faster." Leo shrugged. "They got her."
"She's going straight to jail," Noel spoke mildly, helping Leo back up. The five- now four- dropped the things they took out on the ground. Leo moved to claim the chocolate bar.
"God dammit, you guys. I needed to go grocery shopping. Now I'm banned there, too."
"Maybe they didn't see your face, L." Jasper chewed a piece of gum. "You had your hood up."
"Cass is going to kill me." A slight laugh. "Sorry guys, not coming back to school. My sister's ending my life. She definitely saw us leave."
"You will be missed," Noel deadpanned, giving her a salute. Leo chuckled lightly, catching the wrapped piece of gum tossed her way. Mint, she made a face at the spicy taste, sticking it to the brick wall. "Now what?"
"Let's go to Leo's!" Jasper clapped her on the back. She flinched. "Her parents are never home."
"Jasper," Noel scolded, but Leo shrugged.
"Sure. Just leave me alone by the time my sister gets home." She pointed her thumb at Audrey. "-And we can bully Audrey into ordering a pizza, or something."
Audrey groaned into the sky. "What? Why me?"
"Because Brianna just got arrested, that's why."
Leo trailed behind the group, guilt tearing a hole in her stomach. Odd, given that she didn't care about what happened to Brianna, and she didn't expect the others to care the day she finally got caught. No, she didn't care about her.
Again, the polaroid picture she found the night before creeped its way into her thoughts. What would they think about this? Nothing, probably. They were dead. Leo shook her head, almost home.
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White tile, black tile, white tile, he counted, over and over and over, he can't get past ten. He won't make it past ten. He'll be dead in three weeks. He didn't know how long three weeks was. Black, white, black, white, purple rabbit in the corner, creating a hard contrast. His head slammed against the wall, white hair smacked lightly against his face. Smack, smack. ...Ow.
From the black tiles, an inky substance curled around him, created a small barrier, his heart rattled in his ears, a purple tinge painted his vision.
He dug his fingers in his hair, picking at dead skin anxiously, face buried in his knees. The ink created a shield around him, spiking up at the realization that he could no longer see his stuffed animal in the other corner.
The light swung back and forth from the ceiling, Elliot blinked at it, vision still purple, the ink still there. His gaze trailed to something in the corner of his eye. He shrieked at the sight of the headless figure attached to the ceiling like a spider, covering his eyes with his arms. In response, the black ink spiked.
He could hear it moving closer, and closer, and closer-
His hands moved to cover his ears, blocking the noise of the door starting to open.
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Chapter 4
A draft of air sent goosebumps over bared skin. She shivered. A metallic rattling pulled her from the grips of unconsciousness with a groan. The air carried a wet chill that dug into her bones, and made her wish for a fire or blanket. Even a shawl would be nice, she thought.
The clanking pulled her the last steps towards reality, and she pried an eye open with a disgruntled grimace. Darkness shifted with each blink, her vision slowly clearing and adjusting to take in more light.
Confusion set an urgency and she straightened to take in her full surroundings.
Metal bars stood tall in front, and three more around her in a form of a cage. It reminded her of a cage prisoners would be kept in. Above her, manacles wrapped around her wrists and connected to a chain that looped around several bars further up. Agitated, she tugged at the chains and felt the metal bands bit painfully into her skin until she let up.
She tried to clear the tears and haze from her head. Everything felt so heavy. Her joints ached. It felt like she had been there for hours. A tightness pulled at her jaw, and slowly opened her mouth until it popped back into place.
A choked, wet sob caught just above her chest. It hurt. Even after a day of hard work, she had never felt this defeated.
Pain shot through her spine and the muscles in her neck. A wince and groan followed until she let her head lull forward again. “Count to ten,” she whispered barely on a breath as everything around spun in different directions all at once. With slow, deep breaths, she managed to calm the dizziness and not throw up.
Opening her eyes, the paleness of her breasts and the bluish tint of her thighs stood out compared to the metallic, honeycomb floor. That did not surprise her, her body barely saw the sun, even on sweltering days that tried to be the end of her. Being covered in rags had kept her identity safe, a small miracle.
Realization struck her, and gasping for air, she pulled herself up by the chains and struggled to get her legs under her. Prickling needles stabbed into sleeping muscles and tears gathered on her lashes. It might have been a mistake to force her legs to stand on their own power. Each step forward felt like they would crumple inward and that she was a newborn learning to walk.
Gripping the chains above her, clanking metal against metal, she stared down at herself. Disbelief, shock, horror—it all battled inside her. Saliva flooded her mouth. Swallowing it down, she took in several deep gulps of air, counting up from one until the nausea passed.
Where were her clothes? Who had undressed her? Standing in what she could only assume was a cage in only her tank top and a pair of panties would never end well. She knew how depraved people could be. What desperation and hunger could force decent men into foul monsters that took what they wanted. She had grown up with men like that most of her life.
There had to be a way out.
Planting her feet on the cold metal, she wrapped the chains around her forearms to help keep herself up as she began looking around. A cage had been a proper assessment of her surroundings. Four walls and a top with bars large enough for her to peer out of and even reach through with an arm, but not enough for her to squeeze through.
The floor as she had noticed earlier was metal and honeycombed that opened to the floor. Probably to wash those captive easier, she reasoned. Beneath the cage, though the floor and along the outskirts of it, there seemed to be a magic seal made from a simple rune—one to keep the cage locked to the ground. That meant no matter how hard she shook the cage, or if anything else tried to knock it over, it would remain standing until the seal lifted.
No water, food, or even a bucket for her to relieve herself joined the small cell she found herself in. Only the chains wrapped around her arms shared the space, and they were not long enough for her to even lay down with. Whoever brought her there had to have taken her clothes with them.
Her eyes widened and panic seized her lungs. “M-my keys…! Where are my keys!?”
“They are safe, I assure you,” a voice answered her, rumbling with amusement. Her head snapped up and peered through the bars to find the owner of the voice. Rows of other cages much her own filled the darkened space, each with its own seal under them.
Understanding of her current predicament came forward. Being a young female in the world alone, the older adults were always keen to warn her of slavers. They’d be willing to sell their own family members if it meant an extra coin to fill their pockets. She had never thought it would be an operation this large!
Her eyes hardened as a familiar face stepped into her line of sight. “Salamander.”
No longer donning his purple cloak, his muscular build stood out against the pristine white shirt he wore. A body like that should have been obvious when he grabbed her earlier, but she could not remember what he had felt like. Only the chill of his body and the warm grasp of a saving hand filled in the gaps of that foggy moment.
“My, my, the little street rat sure does look different outside of those ugly clothes.” The smirk he gave brought a heat of shame across her cheeks. Sorcerer’s Weekly had written plenty of articles on the Fairy Tail guild, but none of them spoke of this side of Salamander. Had everything been lies to give the guild a better reputation? With enough money, any kind of story could be spun. Anyone who had come from her world knew that intimately. Tears prickled at her eyes. “And to find that she’s a Celestial Wizard, truly a good day.”
“Where am I? What have you done with my keys?” Try as she might to sound strong, a wobble came through.
He came up to the cage with a grin and leered in. “Do you know how much jewel someone of your pedigree could bring in? Not only are you an extremely rich noble’s daughter, but you also happen to be a very rare type of wizard with four golden keys. One could retire on the likes of you.” A glint of gold caught her attention as he twirled something on his index finger. Her eyes widened at the realization of what it was.
“Give those back!” Joints protested as she jerked against her restraints, rushing to the bars of the cage without a thought except to get her friends back. “They are of no use to you!”
“Hmm, that’s true,” he said. Catching them mid-swing, he made a show of pondering the bundle of metal. “But they sure could be of use to someone who doesn’t know what they are. Maybe a pretty trinket, or a promise to a lover.”
Eyes roamed from her keys to trail over her body. As his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, a horrified chill curled her limbs inward the best she could. “What to do, what to do. While I know that virgins tend to be worth much more, having you for myself might be worth more to me in the long run.”
Chains rattled as her body shifted and found bars pressing into her back as his face pressed further in her cell. The look he gave her similar to the nobles who attended dances and parties when she had debuted early into society. Looks she could never escape and had been told to endure. Running away had hidden her from that world for a time, and each piece of clothing had been chosen to keep those looks away.
“How—” She found it difficult to swallow. “How did you find out?”
“That you are the lost Heartfilia heir?”
Silently she wished she had not left that diner without Natsu and Happy. Even if they were messy and uncouth, they felt real and had helped her. But reality settled in and her head lowered. If they had left together, they would have been caught up in her problems. Worse, they might have been hurt or killed because of her.
All of it came back to remind her why she traveled alone. Why she had never gone to a guild to become a member, and why she kept moving to try to remain a step ahead of her father. In this cruel world, she really was alone.
“Anything that comes across our path that has a chance of a reward or easy jewel is quickly investigated by my crew and I. We need all the jewel we can to keep our extravagant lifestyles and will do it any way necessary. I am sure you understand.”
“He won’t pay for me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
With a swipe of his wrist, she noticed he now wore leather bracers with a glowing symbol jutting upwards. When it passed by the lock on the cage, an even larger seal spun in the air and glowed in the darkness. Just before the glow dissipated, the metal bars at the front separated and swung outward.
Disappointment piled on the negative feelings weighing down on her. Stealing those bracers would be near impossible without someone finding out, she realized, and without them, the chances of being able to escape decreased tenfold.
Would her life really end like this? A prisoner to the renowned Salamander, who ended up being a cruel joke on her childish fantasies.
When he stepped in after the flourish of opening the door, panic seized her like a hand that gripped her entire body. A heated chill brought a cold sweat to her brow and her lungs refused to take in anything larger than a hiccup of air. The cage in its entirety was large enough to keep her from the front bars, but still felt cramped. With his larger body encroaching on what little space she had, everything grew tight and too close.
Count! Her eyes squeezed shut. Count!
One…Nearly four years had passed since an attack like this had happened to her. The full sense of claustrophobia closing in around her.
Two…Two hot air taking away her breath even as she hyperventilated.
Three…Voices had called for her. Doors opened and closed.
Four…A calm voice broke through it all and her body turned to stone at the anger hidden behind it. Those cold eyes, the unyielding commands…
Fingers pressed into the swollen skin of her cheeks. She flinched back, and the fingers dug deeper until she found herself forced to stare up into black irises. Her captor continued on, unhindered or not knowing of the panic she felt.
“What you don’t seem to understand, my sweet thing, is that your family is a bit strange compared to the other nobles,” he began explaining, turning her face to look her over better. “By royal decree, the family name of Heartfilia passes down through the women. Men in your family hold no real power.”
“L-let me go!” Lashing out a knee, she aimed straight forward to hit that pinnacle point between male legs like Capricorn had taught her. Fingers snapped and something gripped her leg and moved it to the side against her will. His arm hooked under her leg and hefted it upward, throwing her off balance.
Stepping inwards, he pressed their bodies close, and to her horror, he adjusted her leg to give him better access.
“Don’t—!”
“Calm down,” his voice lowered to a purr above her. A finger tapped against her cheek and a rush of heat flooded through her. The fear and shame ebbed away with each heavy beat of her heart. Even the panic from before seemed to be replaced by the heaviness of the heat.
Maybe he wasn’t so bad, her thoughts flitted about in a fog-like matter that settled over her mind—a pink fog.
“That’s right,” he cooed softly. A hand snaked around the back of her neck. Weight shifted between them, the chains above clanked, and steel bars bit into her back. “Just relax and enjoy.”
Cool metal pressed against her neck. Different from the bars of the cell at her back. It became the only thing she could focus on through the haze. Metal that attached to hands, that encircled it…a name existed for that, she knew. A simple name.
There had been a time when she had held her mama’s hand. Stars shined brightly through the grand windows, a fire roared under the mantel, and they cuddled together on the couch. Between them, a book lay forgotten in lieu of tiny hands pressing against the larger palm.
A pink fog crept around the edges of the memory and made it fuzzy. All except those slender fingers. Around one of the fingers, a ring nestled at the bottom and sparkled of gold and diamonds.
“It’s my wedding ring,” a light voice answered an unheard question. “To prove how much your papa and I love each other.”
Her mother had been buried wearing that ring.
A ring…
The metal pressing into her neck.
A ring…!
The encompassing heat that had filled her extinguished like a bucket of water over a fire. Blinking the haze from her vision, she nearly recoiled at the sight of his face—eyes closed and lips puckered—fast approaching her. If this had been a different scenario, she might have found the scrunched-up features of his face hilarious.
Instead, unbridled rage filled her with a different kind of heat.
Snarling, she pushed herself up to meet him, but instead of latching onto his lips, her teeth sunk into the whole of his nose with vengeance.
Blood gushed over her tongue and splashed across her face. Screams of pain filled her ears as the warm liquid dripped from her chin and over her breasts. Hands pressed against her, his head tried to yank away. Determination pushed through the queasiness of the coppery stench and she bit down harder, feeling the crunch between her teeth.
Fists beat down upon her. First, only two, yanking on her hair and slamming into her gut, but soon more joined. Fingers tried to pry her jaws open. Hands wrapped around her throat, arms around her waist. Chains rattled above and manacles grew loose as a wetness accompanied the biting pain of the metal slicing into her skin.
Like a rabid animal, she clamped down harder. Endured the blows and the lack of air. It was all she could do…It was all she could do!
Shearing pain of electricity struck her side and overloaded her nerves. A wretched scream filled her ears and the feeling of the flesh her teeth had sunk into disappeared.
Breathing became a struggle and more blows rained down on her adding to the pain. Jolts of electricity still circling inside made limbs twitch and spasm. Everything kept her from taking in a gasping breath to relieve the burning in her lungs. Just one gulp. One gasp!
“Enough!”
Hands released her. She fell forward, held up only by the chains, and choked at the sudden jolt of pain through her sockets. Her knees hung in the air, not able to reach the floor anymore with the amount of chains they reduced her to during the beating. The pull of her body weight constricted her lungs. Black spots danced in her vision.
Breathe.
A ragged gasp brought in some relief, slipping in past the line of saliva and blood that hung from her lips and dripped down her chin. Pride told her to look up, to stare at her captors in the eyes and show them she had not broken. That she would never break.
Self-preservation and logic tackled those desires. Getting injured further would only hinder her, not give an advantage. If she were to die now, her keys would be sold and her spirits—her friends—would be given to new owners. That was something she could never allow to happen.
Keeping her head tucked, she focused solely on breathing, to take in as much air as possible as deeply as she could and then slowly letting it out through her nose. Each breath accompanied with a count of numbers, and each exhale a countdown.
The door to her cage slammed shut, sealed again by magic, and once more she was left alone. Darkness swelled her, leaving her to the pain and mental torments of her predicament. Any thoughts of escape ended prematurely until she mustered enough energy to get to her feet again.
There had to be a way out, she knew that, but how?
Wincing, she glanced at the manacles around her wrists. If she were to escape, the first step would be to free herself from the chains. Unfortunately, she knew that would be the easiest part of the whole endeavor. The cage would be a challenge, especially with the magical seal that held it shut.
Once out of the cage, there would be another bundle of hurdles to face, and finding her keys dressed only in her undergarments would be less than ideal. She knew what these men would be willing to do, what they would do.
Desperation welled up inside her.
After so many years of hiding and staying out of the public eye, she still ended up in shackles and used. Not by her own father, but still due to money and greed. None of that would bother her if she knew that there would only be two endings to all of this. Her captors would kill her once the money dried up, or they would release her back to him only to be placed in another cage.
Pursing her lips together, she uncurled her fists and straightened out each of her fingers. “To hell with all of them.”
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Author's Note:
Did I forget to post this on Friday? Nope! I just got stuck on what to call this chapter, and got distracted. Plus, puppy exhaustion is real. I forgot how much work they are compared to an old pup.
Om nom nom nom! Lucy go CHOMP!
This came out of nowhere for me, so when I wrote it, I was like, "Hell yeah, baby!" And then it became a meme in the discord server I am in.
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I still plan on having the next one out this Friday-ish.
Thank you for reading!
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Hallo i am sending this here bc is very long..and this is not all the part, i need to write an bit more,consider this an part one
My note: Stop because ONMYGOD thank you sososooso much for this!! I’m shaking you shaking you HUGGING YOU- GRRRR- this is giving me back the motivation to draw honeycomb, maybe even show y’all wasp?? Hello?? Man y’all are going to love this <3
The queen bee and their drone
Your knocking on the door probably didn't make any difference to him, as now honey thought the best solution was to just keep him locked out of the arcade, so Bitter wouldn't have his disgusting hands all over you, and take advantage of your beautiful innocence to do extremely awful things, at least for him, with you.
After a few hours of banging and screaming you finally kick the door wanting to break it down you wouldn't leave honey alone, with that thing but after that time alone you realize...you weren't alone in that part of the Plex, eyes burned right behind your neck as if someone was glaring at you with so much anger that it was noticeable, swallowing the dry slowly, and carefully you turn your eyes first, and I didn't see a shadow up there, but at the same time in the background you could hear muffled noises as if a robot...weren't the animatronics off? Were they? Your heart was racing fast, you turn quickly and run into a hallway and hides inside a vent looking out.
First came the sound, it was footstep, but something was together with that sound it was like he was looking, but there was something controlling trying to make him walk straight, as if that wasn't his real body, that honestly gave you some chills over your body, and you almost came out of hiding because of the fear, until those red eyes of his open to show that he was also glowing purple, and he says something that you're pretty sure wasn't in his programming:
"Come out little chap…get out whenever you are... Monty just wants to help you out"
You hear him moving away from where you were, the sound diminishing but the pit of your stomach was so tight, you couldn't properly breathe right, but you had to move, if Monty went back where he came from, like a patrolman, he would find you and god knows what he would do to you, slowly without making hardly a sound, you come out of the duct you were hiding in and try to get to your feet, before finding that your legs now felt like jelly as the fear still lingered inside you, crawling slowly towards a wall you stretch your right arm and pull yourself up managing to stand up for 20 minutes you just stand there until you hear something that makes you swivel your head to the door of the arcade:
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU MOTHER FUCKER...yeah…yeah you're right, I love them... I love them since day one, they are everything to me…and you...YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT THEM LIKE THAT...yeah I know I can't...yes I know I am ...stop...stop it...STOP IT NOW... I know I am just a robot and I can't...can't be with them...but I am happy being just a friend…and I will not let you … Take this happiness ...what are you…"—and then you heard it, something being forced open by a hand, and then something being forced out and a loud thud, like metal just falling on the ground....he was alright right?
With that only thought of him, being alright you need to get out of this mess, slowly you started to move between the vent trying to get anywhere that you considered safe, after almost a minute, you hear a second sound of footsteps no...there was someone in the vents with you, and you could see him and him you, it was a boy with brow messy hair and blue eyes, he has on his pulse an...fazwatch? How? These things weren't supposed to only be available after like four months? You would ask the boy about the watch, but he was looking at you like you were the most annoying thing in the world.
He sighs and, opens up the fazwatch and says:
“Freddy, I found someone else...didn't you said there was no one here in the Plex after they close up?” after a while you heard a familiar voice it was an almost human voice, yes, but it was to deceive the children, do you know whose voice it was the star's in Pizza Plex Freddy Fazbear:
"Oh I'm so sorry superstar, maybe it's y/n? But I expected our dear friend would like to help us out ? Well that's great they can help carry you out and bring you to safety" by those words he was saying, that being was a child lost inside Plex, but because he was walking inside the ducts....maybe he was the reason the animatronics were so weird...so he was also the problem that honey was having now.
After a while really arguing with that kid, who had a bit of a weird temperament, you find out his name, Gregory and also why the animatronics are acting so weird you decide to help a little, maybe if you guys can defeat whatever was doing it and everything honey would return to normal.
What seemed like hours started to pass, you did things you would definitely regret, but you were going to help them all when that demon left, you had to watch him crush chica's head as you pulled him up, you had to help that being build a racing car and sees him run over Roxanne and then without ceremony or an apology he gouges her eyes out, and you had to see him drop a gigantic bucket made of pure metal with little balls on top of Monty, and you had to be the person who had to pull his hands off you could feel that Monty was in pain, no legs and now no hands, you slowly touch his head unconscious and breathing heavily, you apologize and get up running to parts and service.
When you get there you see that demon next to Freddy, and he just takes Monty's hands, and looks at you and shrugs putting Monty's hands on Freddy, and as always, in the loving and gentle way that he is, Freddy asks how did he get that... and the demon responds with a deceitful lie, you just shake your head, what could you do? He was somehow very enchanted with that pest of a boy.
"Ok now...we need to go to the arcade, I hear that there's an animatronic bee...maybe we could…"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE GREGORY..."
The two look quickly in your direction, on Gregory's face there is a raised eyebrow and a slight smile, slowly that....that child, thinking only of him as a child calmed your nerves, approach you know what he's going to do ....he will do what others always do to you, he chuckles as he holds your hand to his hand lightly stroking your fingers as if he is the adult and you... a mere child
"Come on (y/n) you know better than anyone that we need all the parts to make Freddy stronger...and besides he's just like the others…a programmed machine for nothing but his code"
Those words cut like a hot knife over his skin, Gregory was crossing the line, is it was like he was thinking he was invincible and that nothing could touch him, with your help and Freddy…:
"Beside, you can always build him an…"
Before you could even think of something, your body moved involuntarily, your hand was slightly red while Gregory was now lying on the floor holding his cheek, there were no tears in the eyes on that kid's face, just...surprise:
"DO... Don't talk about honeycomb...about my friends like that …you know how much I've been holding on this whole fucking night? I helped you crush chica body, I helped you trash Roxanne and gauge her fucking eyes out…and...and...and"
tears were falling from your eyes, and it wasn't because of that child, but because of the horrible things you did to all those animatronics that you considered your dear friends.
You bring your hand close to your eyes and try to wipe the tears with your wrists, but they won't stop falling giving up you look again in Gregory's direction and take a few steps without stopping talking, your whole body trembles not with fear but with anger, of those two pulling you along like you're just an extra in the middle of the whole mess:
"Did you really think I wanted to be stuck here with you, Gregory? Did you really think I would just accept all the things you told me to do without batting an eye? You're wrong Gregory I never wanted to be a part of all this madness, I never wanted to hurt any of them, in fact if I could, I would just try to help without hurting them…but you...you just"
And before you even finish you see Freddy standing separating you from him, he has his arms open and his body paralyzed as if he didn't want to get out of there:
"Enough mx (y/n) we need..."
"What about YOU... you are a hypocrite Freddy, you know VERY WELL what he is doing, and somehow you still want to help him? YOU ARE NOT AN GOOD FRIEND FREDDY you are letting this demon... this thing control you, and you obey like a puppet...don't you realize how much your friends are hurt?? Chica is mute, Roxy is without her eyes and Monty is on the floor dragging himself all on his own..."
The bear's ears go down along with his yellow eyes looking to the left trying not to stare at you for too long, you don't mind that face he's making, he knows you are more than right with every word that comes out of your lips and so, you hold the fazwatch that Freddy gave you indicating your partnership with him and Gregory to take that child to a safe place away from the Pizzaplex.
Without saying another word, you take the watch off and throw it on the floor, and you can feel the eyes of Gregory and Freddy staring at you. You know their thoughts and what that means, with a slight sigh, you lift your foot and with a heavy crunch you break the fazwatch, and look in their direction:
"From here...we are nothing...until this demon apologizes to everyone he has made suffer and you Freddy come to your senses... I will stop the arcade alone...and I won't leave any of you guys to come in…"
Turning your back you walk quickly hearing the voice of Gregory and Freddy calling you, but that was already decided in your mind.
In less than 20 minutes you arrive in the hot air the door there in the closed one you take out your key and turn then close your back locking again even with all the badges that Gregory would have he would not go get in...:
“oh my sweetpie is back? I missed you so very much...we can have our fun right now..."
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One of our favorite item this year has been our @savannahbeeco honey. I knew after just one taste, I had to bring this into the shop to share it with all of you for the holidays. This honey comb pairs well with anything, and looks amazing on any board, and yes it is completely safe to eat the wax. Check out how to make this Grazing Board (meat, cheese, fruit, nuts + raw honeycomb)Serves 6-8 What you need: 1 5.6oz container Savannah Bee honeycomb 1/2 cantaloupe, thinly sliced with rind removed 4 ounces thinly sliced prosciutto, wrapped around cantaloupe slices 1 blood orange, sliced 1 pear, halved, seeded and thinly sliced 4 ounces red wine raisins 2 ounces pitted dates, sliced 3 tangerines, peeled and halved 1 pound seedless grapes, washed 2-3 stalks rosemary 4 ounces dark chocolate bar 1 (8 ounce) wheel of brie, room temperature 8 ounces pecan halves 8 ounces gouda, cubed 4 ounces wedge blue cheese, broken into pieces 4 ounces Manchego cheese 1 seeded baguette, thinly sliced 1 5.5 ounces box artisanal crackers What to do: 1. Prep your ingredients and choose a board that is roughly 13-inch x 20-inch. 2. Place Large Items: Choose a space for the honeycomb, brie, cantaloupe, pear and baguette. 3. Layer Fruits and Cheeses: Starting from largest to smallest, begin to place fresh fruit. Add in cheeses to fill space. 4. Fill space with smaller items: Layer in dried fruit, crackers, pecan halves, and chocolate squares. 5. Finishing Touches: Adjust items as necessary and garnish with rosemary. 6. To Serve: Add our honeycomb and enjoy with friends! #CoastalDecor #InteriorDesign #HowIHaven #NJDesign #CoastalLiving #hostess #MonmouthCountyDesigner #IDCoatHome #FairHavenNJ #Currentdesignsituation #ApartmentTherapy #Smmakelifebeautiful #MyCovetedHome #ShowEmYourStyled #HowYouHome #HomeGoods #InspoToYourHome #SimplyStyleYourSpace #CaliforniaCasual #Interior_and_Living #retail #store #amazon #shop #onlineshopping #shoppingday #shopsmall #smallbusiness #NStyleDesign (at Coastal Decor & Interior Design) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl_Q7dzgluN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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5 EASY STEPS FOR SUCCESSFUL TERRACE WATERPROOFING
We ought to be thankful for having the proverbial “roof over our heads”. The blessings that roof showers can be easily tainted and washed away by a leaky roof. If we do not follow the proper terrace waterproofing procedure, it can lead to water seepage across our home, thus decreasing its life and strength. It can cause leaks in the walls, mold, mildew, and weaken its overall structure. A roof is known as a terrace when it is flat and there is an entry built to access it.
Terrace waterproofing is a very important part of building construction. With the surge in urbanization, the need for economic and effective waterproofing solutions has grown multifold. With growing research and development in the construction industry, every few years new technologies in waterproofing are invented and they keep changing for the better. The ineffective old conventional methods of waterproofing are progressively being replaced with new advanced waterproofing solutions.
The roof or the terrace is the most fundamental and the most exposed part of our home. It acts as a sheath protecting us from the harsh conditions outside and keeps us safe and dry inside our cozy home. With the importance of a sound roof plays, it is pertinent to understand and choose the right method for terrace waterproofing. We must employ experienced and expert professionals to do the job.
Here we will be discussing the 5 easy Steps For Successful Terrace Waterproofing that will make your roof over your head strong and steady.
Step-1: Prepare The Surface
Firstly prepare the surface by proper cleaning with a wire brush and water. You need to remove all kinds of debris, dust, and other materials from your terrace’s surface. Then, give the rooftop a good and thorough scrubbing before applying your primer and waterproofing membrane. The proper cleaning helps in sticking chosen membrane to the surface and also brings to light the blemishes and cracks that need fixing.
Tip- Use a power washer in a low-pressure setting to get all that dirt off.
Step-2: Strengthen The Surface
After the thorough cleaning, repair the cracks, honeycombing, and undulations that are there on the terrace surface. This step is even more important if waterproofing is done on old brick bat Coba or any other old surface. This process will be the difference between doing the job only every few years or spending extra on redoing the whole job at least once a year during rains. Use primers to fill the cracks, and seal the surface properly to provide maximum adhesion for your terrace waterproofing membrane of choice.
Tip- Make sure to apply this on a thoroughly cleaned and dried surface.
Step-3: Treating The Details
The key to successful waterproofing is keen attention to detail. Take care of the little nooks and crannies that hide in plain sight. Treat all blemishes you spot properly before you start applying the waterproofing membrane. Also, pre-treat the rooftop’s edges, corners, pipes, vents and drains with sealants that are designed to seal abnormal roof penetrations that rollers usually can’t reach. These are the areas that are prone to leakage. Seal them with due attention
Step-4: Application Of Waterproofing Chemical Coating
This step includes applying a membrane of your choice that prevents water from leaking through the rooftop. There are many types of terrace waterproofing materials available in the market with each having different properties and purposes. With various choices to pick from, it becomes important to pick the most suitable waterproofing membrane for your rooftop. The common types of waterproofing materials are Polyurethane, Cementitious Coating, EPDM Rubber, Rubberized Asphalt, Thermoplastic, Bituminous Membrane, PVC Waterproofing Membrane, etc.
While applying terrace waterproofing membrane, make sure that you have properly cured waterproofing membrane per layer and the thickness of the coating is consistent and it is applied uniformly throughout the surface. You should apply two coats of waterproofing chemical coatings
Tip- Make sure to apply the correct amount of waterproofing material, as stated by the manufacturers’ technical specifications.
Step-5: Apply Protective Layer On Waterproofing Coatings
If there is heavy traffic on the terrace, provide a protective layer on waterproofing coatings. Else, you can skip this step.
When you have finished getting your terrace waterproofing done, you can sleep peacefully without the worry of leaks seeping into your rooftop. Whether you are building a new house or renovating your old house, if you diligently follow these 5 steps to waterproof your terrace, it will not only help maintain the aesthetics of your home but also improve its resale value. There are many good manufacturers but Shawar Conchem has the right products to waterproof not only your terrace but also any corner of your house, from terrace to basement, and from walls to toilets and kitchen. Hope you enjoy a leakage-proof rainy season while sipping tea on your terrace.
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being the darling of
square guard + front man (separate and together)
x gn!reader; poc friendly
masterlist
part two :: here
SPOILERS-ish!
for those who don’t know, darling is a common name for people who are the object of affection for a yandere. a yandere is a person who is obsessed with someone (the darling).
new pictures, sorry for any confusion
guard ::
⇢ he’d have to be really careful in his obsession with you, not being high up enough to pull you out of the game
⇢ he made sure the circle guards gave you extra food (in the form of it being bigger if he couldn’t manage giving you seconds)
⇢ he’ll immediately take you to the bathroom in the night if you ask, even being the one to personally guard the bathroom door
⇢ remember the night fighting after they found out the players killed outside of the games still give money? he’ll either find an excuse to get you out of that room during the night or break up the fighting.
⇢ if it’s the former, he’ll pull you aside after the game you competed in before that and take you to some place to stay for the night
⇢ he’ll threaten the triangles to be lenient with you during the honeycomb challenge. doesn’t matter if you split your shape in half, it’s still perfect enough to him and you won’t get shot.
⇢ he would likely wait it out until you and he could get away from the island and live a (somewhat) normal life or, since he’s higher up in the system, go to the front man and ask to have you. who knows, front man might say yes.
⇢ although, now that i think about it, there was a whole black market with selling peoples organs and no one knew for a while sooo i guess he could easily take you without having to do any of the above.
front man ::
⇢ he most likely wouldn’t have even allowed you into the games to begin with, but let’s imagine you aren’t his darling until after you get into the games and he can’t easily pull you out
⇢ he had never appreciated as much as he did now that he was such a high rank. he wasn’t sure what he would do with himself if he was helpless in your future.
⇢ if he could think straight for a moment he would instruct a guard to knock you out or shoot you with a false bullet. either way, you would be out of commission and declared dead. then you would be all his.
⇢ but again, for the sake of “plot”, let’s pretend he doesn’t think of that
⇢ of course he would have to hide his love for you from the people higher up than him, but the ones below him are ordered to keep you safe
⇢ the red light, green light girl didn’t even detect you at all. you could be doing the worm and she wouldn’t eliminate you. during the honeycomb challenge the guards were told to pass you a completed tin or be very lenient with you if you broke yours.
⇢ the ones after that would be more difficult to rig and even more easy to be caught. he would likely worry the entire tug of war game. with the discovered cheating of the doctor, he was reminded he didn’t need to prove your death to the other players, he could say you cheated and plant a body.
⇢ there’s no way you could escape him now, although he is not restrictive at all with you. in fact, he may not even be considered a yandere by most people. a bit too jealous at most but he was never controlling and just wanted to protect you. <3
guard + front man ::
⇢ front man almost killed the guard when he first found out he loved you too
⇢ luckily he stopped himself from thinking that quickly and realized that having two people ready to do anything to keep you alive wouldn’t be so bad
⇢ don’t get me wrong, front man and the guard will never agree on anything other than their love for you. they bicker all the time.
⇢ any other players that try to mess with you will quickly find that luck is not on their side. the robot will detect their slightest movement, including blinking. their honeycomb is either so extremely fragile that it will split in half easily or so thick that it will take a good hour to completely break.
⇢ if they somehow make it past the first couple games then your two yanderes will poison their food, even laughing as they die from a “heart attack”
⇢ please understand that they will never let you go once they have you. these two yanderes are completely obsessed with you and would rip their head off their body with their own hands if it meant making you happy.
⇢ they’ll respect, worship, and spoil you. the guard may be a bit controlling and manipulative but front man still has overall control and will tell him to shut up if he’s bothering you or messing with your head too much.
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towers for your honeycomb chapter 3: no i do not condone underage drinking i just think it's a good plot devic-
content: the boys have One Beer Each™, peter both sets and completely ignores his own boundaries, author remembers the communion chapter from "how to read literature like a professor" and bastardizes it, both of them have anxiety but neither say anything about it, smoking
words: 2k song: outskirts of paradise - bad suns
Looking Tony in the eye was like staring at the sun. Peter could barely hold his gaze, always finding an excuse to turn away.
He was sat in front of the other man a few weeks later, sharing drinks and pizza at a new brewery down the road. It’d cost him his liquor license, and potentially a clean record, if anyone found out, but Richie (their most beloved regular) offered to let the pair try the latest house brew if they ever swung through.
Peter wasn’t one for beer, but he’d accepted Tony’s invite anyway.
He wasn’t entirely sure why. Since their fight, they’d worked all of maybe three hours together. No other shifts, they avoided each other at meetings, and neither were particularly willing to reach out off the clock and apologize.
It was like the world was screaming at them to stay away from each other.
Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to listen.
After his shift that morning, Peter found Tony outside, leaning up against the hood of his car & working through his second cigarette. He drummed on the side of his thigh, keeping his empty hand busy as he waited for Peter to come out. Tony jumped at the sight of him, tossing the half finished cig down a storm drain.
“You know those lead straight to the ocean, right?” There was more amusement than anger behind his words. Peter wasn’t entirely sure what Tony was up to, but he was too tired to start shit. He crossed to the passenger side of his car, tossing his belongings to the floor.
“Even if it didn’t go through the city’s filtration system – fuck the fish.” Peter rolled his eyes. Funny as he was, Tony always had to be contradictory.
“Don’t you have, like, a school of them on your shoulder?” Tony’s normally visible salmon tattoos were safely tucked away behind a denim jacket Peter’d never seen before.
“Irrelevant.” Peter rounded the hood and turned, facing the other man. “Did you need something or were you just here to argue about my town’s plumbing system?” He huffed the words out, arms crossing in front of his chest expectantly.
“I, uh…” He suddenly went silent. The ground crunched under Tony’s feet, gravel scraping asphalt under his shoes. They were a rattier pair he owned – more tape than sole, oil staining the canvas.
“I wanted to know if you’d come to lunch with me. Today. Like, right now?” He hesitated at the last few words, like he wasn’t sure he could say them out loud. “I, uh. I’m pretty sure I have some things to say to you, and Richie’s got some good stuff waiting for us at the Pub House…”
Peter was astounded. “Who are you, and what have you done with my Tony?” My Tony? What? “I- why should I trust you? I’m sure as hell not getting in a car with you.”
Tony’s face fell. A bit of- what, disappointment? flew across his face. Peter would’ve missed it had he not been staring, impatient for his answer. Tony, floundering at the rejection, couldn’t give him one.
“Okay, maybe- how about this. I’ll think about it. Give me five minutes to go wash up and I’ll be back.” He turned & headed inside, not waiting for a response.
The cool water felt good against his burning, salt-stained cheeks. Peter hadn’t realized just how tired he was – opens had always taken it out of him, and the early spring temperatures didn’t always prevent the stand from turning into a heater during rush hour.
The soap in the stand was always too fragrant for his taste, but it did the job – it felt good to wash away the day’s work and come back looking like a new man. He smoothed his eyebrows down and dried himself off, wetting his hair a bit as he finished.
He wound up with grind in it again, brushing it out with a comb he found in the first aid kit. One of these days he was going to have to start wearing hats to work. Shampooing his hair every single day was taking its toll on his curls, and he wasn’t a fan of burnt coffee smell.
Stepping back, he squinted into the warped mirror in front of him. Much better.
Back outside, Tony’d lit up his third cigarette of the day. The shakes’d largely abandoned him, allowing his anxiety to drift inward. The sticks only did so much – he missed the higher, stronger hit of his Suorin, but he was trying to quit (ironically enough).
He was actually able to finish this one by the time Peter made his way back outside, looking significantly better without $5 worth of product on his face.
“Okay, some rules.” He came up, stopping just short of Tony. “You’re paying for both of us. We leave whenever I want, without complaint. We go straight there and come straight back - it’s eight blocks, I don’t want any bullshit scenic routes.” His tone was firm – something Tony’d never encountered with him before.
“Yes. Yes, anything. Okay.”
Tony’s car was a lot nicer than Peter anticipated. He’d recently sold his truck, swapping it for a silver Mini Cooper instead. It was a pretty little thing, just up his alley.
It was also fucking obnoxious. He’d bought it with a modified exhaust and had plans to make it even louder. You could almost always hear him coming, little pop pop pops audible for quite a ways.
It was… less clean than Peter expected. Tony was always so well put together, so well-maintained - seeing stray gum wrappers and drink cups littered around the interior was almost jarring. He didn’t realize he was staring until Tony spoke up.
“She’s nice, isn’t she?” Peter nodded. He silently took in his new surroundings, nerves on fire. He’d never done well around strangers, in new places. His mind’d always screamed at him, danger unsafe bad run, overriding his sensibilities.
“Hey, are you good? I can take you back if you need.” They’d barely left the Outback parking lot.
“No- no, I think I’ll be okay. Just… not where I thought I’d end up when I woke up today, y’know?” Peter tried to laugh it off, but he’d always been pretty transparent.
Tony turned a corner, cutting back into the lot they just came from and turning the car off. “Seriously, Peter. If you don’t want to come to lunch with me just say so. I’ll take you back to your car and we can pretend it never happened.” Okay, seriously, who the fuck is this guy and what did he do with Tony?
“No, I- I think I’m okay. Seriously. Let’s just go and get it over with - I kinda want to hear you grovel anyway.” He settled further into his seat, failing to shake away the agitation.
The flatbread was actually really good. It was more of a hipster take on pizza - white sauce and pearl onions definitely making it stand out - but it wasn’t a bad lunch by any means.
The beer definitely wasn’t Peter’s favorite. He was barely sipping by, trying hard to keep a straight face as he swallowed. Damn Richie anyway.
It’d started off awkward enough - discussing where to sit, small talk about their week, the weather. It felt more like a bad first date than an apology, but-
“I really am sorry. For what happened in the fridge.”
Oh.
“Okay. Why?” Peter tightened the hand around his glass, bracing for Tony’s next words.
“I.. I was kind of an asshole when I was younger, too. I figured I could make a fresh start here with a brand new town of people that didn’t know or assume anything about me.
“I was doing okay for a little while, too, but I don’t know man I just.. something happened and I just- I don’t know why I’m a dick to you. But I’m trying not to be. This is that, like, ‘first step’, I guess?” Peter nodded along, attentive.
"So, I don't know. I'm sorry for being a dick to you at work. I'm sorry for being a dick to the girls. I shouldn't yell at you or drag your family into this bullshit - I'm sorry, Peter."
There it was again, that name. His first fucking name.
“I- thank you, Tony. It’s a start, and I certainly haven’t forgiven you, but… thank you. Seriously.” Tony sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing. Peter let go of his glass and wiped it off, standing and walking around to Tony’s side of the table.
“Okay then, time for a do-over! Hi, I’m Peter Parker. I’m 19 and I’ve worked at Outback North Espresso for a little over 9 months. What’s your name?” He stuck his hand out, waiting for Tony to make the next move.
Tony laughed, pushing his chair back and standing to meet the other teen. “Okay, uh, I’m Tony Stark, I’m 18, and I’ve worked at Outback for almost 6. Nice to re-meet you, Peter.” He shook Peter’s hand, awestruck at just how soft it was. He quickly steeled his face and sat back down, releasing Peter and allowing him to do the same.
Once he was sat back down at his side, Peter looked up, confused. “Wait, you’re still 18?”
Tony laughed. “Not for long. My birthday’s at the end of next month.”
“Wow, I can’t believe I’m older than you!”
Tony rolled his eyes. “That’s - it’s literally three months, that barely counts.”
Their debate lasted well into the afternoon, alongside several other discussions. Peter’s childhood in Richland, and what it was like growing up there. What Federal Way was like, and why Tony left. Peter could tell he was remaining intentionally vague, but didn’t push it.
Their beers were warm and the pizza was long gone by the time they abandoned their table. Tony guided him out the back, hand high on his arm.
Once they were back in the car, Peter’s anxiety returned. It was like he’d spent the last few hours speaking to a completely different person, and now that he was sitting mere inches from Tony…
He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t. He wasn’t… sure, exactly. What it was.
Tony spoke up when he noticed the tension in his passenger seat.
“Hey, we’ll get you back to your car soon, I promise. Eight blocks, remember?” His right hand made its way to Peter’s knee, digging soft circles into the denim. Just like in the fridge.
“Please don’t- don’t touch me. Without asking.” It came out harsher than intended.
“Okay, all good. No worries. We’re like, two minutes away.” Tony eased off the clutch, turning right out of the parking lot and onto the road. The windows rolled down and Peter let his head fall back in relief. Fresh air always helped him clear his head.
It really was a short drive - right turn, left turn, right turn - and they were back at Peter’s car. The doors unlocked, and he was out in an instant. A bit too fast to be respectful, if he was being honest, but he knew he needed out. Tony stopped him before he was able to get in his car.
“Hey, for real. Thank you for today. I’m sorry if it was too much.”
Peter looked over and down to meet his eyes. “I- yeah, of course. No, yeah, thank you. For the apology. I’m sorry I freaked out on you. But no this- it was good. Yeah. Thank you, Tony.”
He turned, unlocking the door and closing it before either could say anything else. After turning the key he sped off, without throwing even a glance behind him.
Tony watched as Peter peeled away, reaching for the box of Pall Malls in his cupholder. He lit one, shifting into first and heading in the opposite direction.
Not bad. Not good, but not bad.
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I’m a warrior (now I’ve got thicker skin) Pt. 3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
When Bruce Wayne stumbled upon his kids watching a video of a black-haired, blue-eyed French girl in the Batcave, his adopting senses went off. haywire. beserk.
He stuck around to hear her close involvement with heroes and emotional stunted-ness, which only added to the feeling of must. adopt.
So naturally, he did the only thing he could and invited her (alongside her friends) to the Wayne Gala. Definitely no ulterior motives.
Unknown to Bruce, Tim had also invited her as MDC.
Anyways, the friends all showed up to the Gala looking ~fabulous~.
Marinette wore her hair half-up, with two braids connecting in the back and the rest down and wavy. The crystals woven through her hair matched the ones encrusted on her silver dress.
Chloe’s was golden yellow with a large skirt and discreet shimmering threads that made up a honeycomb pattern, to pay homage to Queen Bee
Kagami wore something more traditional, styled after a Japanese kimono. Among the flowers and red silk were golden dragons and the subtle symbols of water, wind, and lightning.
Adrien wore a simple single-breasted black suit with an emerald green tie.
Luka's was less formal; a deep turquoise suit alongside a turquoise tie the same shade as his hair.
Chloe would forever deny squealing when she saw the invitation, but none of them could help their excitement at the huge ballroom.
They arrived and chatted it up with various celebrities. They were surprised to see Jagged Stone, who was there because he was a good friend of Bruce Wayne.
The Waynes were surprisingly friendly and down-to-earth. It was safe to say that none of the kids in the group had good experiences with rich adults other than Jagged and Clara.
Marinette and Adrien thanked Bruce for his donation, and Dick and Tim freaked out when they realized she was MDC. Damian and Kagami made small talk about fencing while Chloe and Luka conversed with Jason.
But of course, the fun couldn’t last forever. Disaster struck in the form of the performer cancelling last-minute due to a family emergency.
Jagged lit up and saw this as an opportunity. “I know the perfect person for the job!”
The Waynes and the Miraculous Team all leaned forward curiously. “Who?”
“Marinette!”
“What?!”
She yelped at her name, but Jagged beamed and told them how her voice was “totally rockin’” and “what about that song you wrote that you and Blondie boy were singing last week?”
Bruce assured her that she didn’t have to, but her friends reminded her that all she needed was a bit of confidence. So she squashed her nerves and sucked it up.
Unbeknownst to her former classmates, Marinette was actually a good singer. She wasn’t a professional (in her opinion), but she had a sweet voice and could belt a few notes.
The song in question was one she wrote after Lila’s reign came to an end. She poured her emotions, her experiences, everything she felt during those three years into it. She hadn’t meant to actually turn it into a song, or to have Adrien accompany her on piano. But here she was, about to walk onstage and perform it in front of who knows how many influential people and a whole bunch of cameras.
She was introduced as “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, also known as MDC” who volunteered to fill in as a last-minute performer with an original song titled Warrior (Demi Lovato!).
She was visibly nervous as she walked onstage, but steeled herself. She was Ladybug. And once the first chords from Adrien started, she closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the music.
After her performance, a certain former assassin was a tad bit smitten and she went viral. again. As Marinette Dupain-Cheng, MDC, and for her emotional performance at the Wayne Gala. (So did the rest of her friends, for their stunning looks and Adrien’s piano skills.) And if they hadn’t before, people were starting to wonder just who Marinette Dupain-Cheng really was.
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Imagine: Prt 3
Office Bae Erik.
Warnings: Hard...core...SMUT. Drama, Spanking.
Okay so the way this is being written I can see it having a few more parts to it lol. I hope you guys enjoy just as much as the other parts i’ve done. I hope it’s just as smutty as you would like lol. Like, Reblog, Comment!
Part one Part two
Ping Ping
Erik- If I find out you are going to rub and dig in that pussy without my permission I will punish you.
You were already in the private staff bathroom that has only one toilet, panties tossed on the floor, dress up and around your waist, and one leg up on the sink with just your fingertips exploring how wet that pussy really is. You didn’t rub it, you didn’t even finger yourself, you just touched how puffy and erect your clit and labia were. You rubbed your fingers together to test the silky slimy wetness that your pussy released while squirming in your desk chair from Erik saying how much he wants to make that pretty pussy feel good.
You moved so fast to that restroom like you were a track runner. Now, you used your phone selfie camera to see the mess and how swollen you are. The minute that camera showed you how messy she is, that pretty kitty, your breath rushed in and out. Like honey dripping from a honeycomb stick, you were spilling all that sticky sweetness on your phone screen. Tiny whimpers escaped your wet mouth as your fingers reached down to rub that engorged clit. The more your greedy ass rubbed, the more that plump pussy began to cream. You felt ready and willing to cum already.
Ping Ping
Erik- Baby girl, are you playing in my pussy? You’ve been in there too long, Y/N.
“Umph,” That leg of yours shook on that sink. You could hear that puss making all kinds of wet noises in response to the way you were treating her at the moment. It wasn’t like Erik’s touches but it still filled the void you felt in your aching cunt. Now, your fingers were deep in your pussy, rubbing directly over your G spot on purpose. It was too much to take but you kept on going, making sure to stroke it just right so your juices can flow down your inner thigh. Sure enough, creamy liquid trickled down to your knee. You spread your legs further, finger fucking the shit out of that delicious pussy more, more, and more until you bite down on your pouty lower lip, teeth almost cutting through the flesh from how hard you nibbled, cumming on your greedy fingers. You didn’t slip them out just yet, no, you wanted to feel the aftershocks of your orgasmic pussy throb around your slender fingers. Finally, after what felt like five minutes, you hissed as you slowly slip your fingers from that hot and moist pussy. You look at those fingers before grabbing your phone to take a picture of them to send to Erik.
Ping Ping
Erik- Oh...you bad, bad, girl. I’m getting that ass just you wait and see. Don’t even put them fucking panties on...I got something for you.
“Sorry, Daddy,” You are genuinely sorry but it was his fault. If he didn’t taunt you like that you wouldn’t have done this. You would have waited until lunch break for him to take you to his car to do it himself. All that you kept thinking about was his long, thick fingers going in and out of that pussy. You reluctantly clean up because you really wanted to go for round two. Gasping, you stood up on shaking legs in your Fendi boots, walking to grab your panties, balling them up in your hand to place inside of your purse, before leaving the private bathroom. Standing there dressed in Calvin Klein from head to toe with big Harley Davidson gold-rimmed eyeglasses that reminded you of the 70s, hair clean cut and face shaved was Calvin, one of the Data Analysts that worked with you. He gave you a veneer smile, before pointing one perfectly manicured finger at your face.
“I was wondering when you would be done in there! You look FABULOUS,” Calvin spoke flamboyantly, “I didn’t know those boots were still in season, girl. You wear the hell out of them so it doesn’t even matter.”
You gave Calvin a tight smile, “I don’t worry about what’s in season. If it looks good on me, I’ll wear it. But thank you though.”
Calvin pursed his lips, “Mhm.”
As you begin to walk away, Calvin starts talking again, leading you to stop in your tracks and almost run into the water fountain outside of the restroom. Calvin clearly didn’t understand what an inside voice meant.
“How has Eric been? he didn’t come to the holiday party last year or to the potluck we do every January-”
“He’s out of town,” You cuts him off abruptly, “He does a lot of traveling.”
“Oh...pity,” Calvin spoke with faux sadness, “I’m sure that worries you.”
“Calvin, I am not about to gossip with you today. Please, can I go back to my seat?”
“I don’t hold the keys to your freedom, sis,” Calvin makes a sweeping motion with his hand, “Go ahead, be gone.”
You roll your eyes before walking away from the biggest drama fanatic in the office.
Ping Ping
Erik- Don’t think I forgot about you playing in that pussy. And fix your face, you’re too pretty to be frowning like that.
Y/N- Are you going to spank me? what’s our safe word?
Erik- You’ll see...and it’s Cherries
You frown at your phone before quietly laughing.
Y/N: Why cherries?
Erik- Because I’m eating some right now. Eating these cherries got me thinking about how I’m gonna eat you.
Y/N- I didn’t need that mental image
Erik- I’m sure it’s too late for that. I bet you’re probably wondering how my lips look sucking and nibbling on these cherries
“Watch yourself!” Connie, one of the Environmental Engineers, bumps into you, spilling a little bit of her caramel macchiato with no sugar on her white blouse, “Great,” She looks up at you with scornful eyes, “Seriously, Y/N?”
“Sorry,” you lock your phone, “I think I may have one of those Tide pens-”
“I’ve got it. Thanks,” Connie walks away quickly while shaking out the front of her blouse. You fought to keep it together in this professional setting because you really wanted to snatch Connie’s stank breath ass back by her badly bleached hair and punch her in the face. Sighing, then inhaling a calming breath, you turn back into your area where your desk is located, those chestnut eyes disobeying you as they look into Erik’s office. Connie was standing in his doorway with Demetria complaining about her shirt and motioning towards your area. Erik stood there with his arms folded, acting like he was interested in what they had to say while his lips were rolled shut. You assumed it was because he wanted to suppress a laugh.
“Where were you for so long?” Regina clearly didn’t get any work done, She was currently shopping for new shoes.
“Bathroom, then a phone call,” you flip your braids over your shoulder, settling back into your seat, those pussy lips of yours sliding together; the delicious friction that you dangerously craved. Punctuated gasps escaped your mouth while staring at your screen, mind completely blank of work and focused on all the possible ways Erik could punish you for being a naughty girl.
“Damn, what should I be doing right now?” You spoke mostly to yourself but Regina answered you.
“You know we have to make a record of all the information needed for the Alaska business trip, and we also have to contact the clients who we have to order from for supplies for the trip-“
“Please, please, don’t remind me,” You rub your temples, “I’ve been trying to get in contact with the people who are supposed to ensure that the design projects for the air pollution management systems comply with environmental and health regulations.”
“Didn’t Erik design those systems along with the water pollution systems?” Regina asks while pulling up the list of clients on her computer.
“Yes. He’s basically the brains of the operation. Who the hell needs Connie, Jeremy, and Demetria when they come to him for advice. That’s why his office is the middle office AND the biggest office.”
You praised Erik with your head held high, proud to be fucking a man so successful and smart like him.
“Bitch,” Regina spoke in a hushed tone, “He must have that dick you can feel in your spine because you are cutting up, honey.”
“Shut up,” You pick up the company blue tooth to use while dialing the client that you needed to talk to, “Don't distract me while I’m on this call either.”
The line rings as you swivel back and forth in your desk chair, then, a grating voice loud in your ear that it makes you cringe greeted you.
“Yes, my name is Y/N, I am calling from AECOM; Architecture, Engineering, Consulting, Operations, and Maintenance. Do you have the time to discuss the Alaska business trip regarding the new pollution systems?”
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“Just looking at him I can tell he has a big, black, cock.”
“Chill, Connie, cock sounds...just no, girl.”
“Well, big, black, dick. How about that then?”
“Better, but I think you’re pushing your luck. Erik doesn’t look interested in you, Connie, sorry that I have to be the one to tell you.”
“What makes you think that? He always talks to me. He’s always nice to me. Just wait, that Alaska trip will give me the chance to really get with him.”
Demetria gave Nicole a look with her grey eyes before smiling, “Doesn’t Erik need an assistant to come with him to Alaska? Nicole, maybe you could ask him about that.”
Demetria and Nicole were just as two-faced as Connie. They both wanted Erik for themselves and they definitely hinted on it a few times to him but Erik acted as if none of that mattered to him. Not even Demetria’s low cut blouses with her copious breasts had him watering at the mouth. Demetria has a face like Lisa Bonet and a body like Toccara Jones with how busty and tall she is. Demetria wore her hair in a pixie cute that compliments her high cheekbones. Nicole has shoulder-length dreads in her hair with shells, average height and petite, cinnamon eyes, and heart-shaped lips.
“Nicole? Don’t you have a man? Aren’t you married?”
“So,” Nicole says with a quiet laugh while holding a mug of herbal tea that had the words, Melanin Magic on it “It’s just a company trip with a little bit of nookie if I’m lucky.”
“You mean, if we’re both lucky, sis. I want some of that too,” Demetria reminds Nicole.
“Both of you are delusional,” Connie spoke in a defensive tone, “All I’m saying is-Regina?”
Regina tried to be discrete and stay in earshot so she could hear what they were saying but her fucking phone vibrated in her light gray satchel that she was currently carrying on her shoulder. All she wanted to do was grab her food so she could eat in the food court but when she heard them gossiping about fucking Erik Stevens she couldn’t help herself. She knew if you were there you would be bothered to the 1000th degree.
“Hey,” Regina tried to play it off, rushing to the refrigerator to grab her shrimp and avocado salad, “Just grabbing my food, pretend I’m not even here, ladies.”
“We’re you being nosy, Gina? It’s no surprise, you’re famous for that shit,” Nicole says with an argumentative tone.
“Not my fault I heard you bitches. Y’all so loud anybody who walks past can hear you.”
“Look,” Connie glares outside of the break room, “Erik is over there talking to Y/N again. Why is he always talking to her? Ugh,” She folds her arms.
Regina didn’t say a word as she grabs her lunch box, closing the refrigerator, and walking out of the break room.
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“Miss Y/N,” Erik walked up to your cubicle with his hands in his slacks pockets, “I know it’s way past lunch hour because we’ve been so damn busy but I was wondering if you wanted to get something? I was thinking about some Indian food this time around.”
You type one more part on the document for the client to sign before saving your work and putting your computer to sleep. You fold your legs, turning in your swivel chair, chestnut eyes with long lashes blinking up at Erik. He raised one brow down at you before rolling his moist lips together, dimples sinking deeper into his cheeks.
“Curry and I don’t mix,” You pout, “I’ll probably have some Asian cuisine this time around.”
“Then I’ll have what you’re having,” Erik takes his pointer finger on his right hand to tap the surface of your desk slowly. Your eyes travel down to that finger, your breath coming out in little quiet gasps, thighs clenched together.
“Why don’t we get going before it gets busy in here again, yeah?” He whispers with a husky voice but this voice was much deeper. His onyx eyes shining with mischief.
“Alright,” You stand, grabbing your phone and placing it in your bag, “Lead the way, Stevens.”
Erik gives you a half-smirk before walking ahead of you. You follow behind him, heart racing in your chest the more you both walked away from the department. Erik makes a sudden sharp turn around the corner near the elevators. Startled, you follow, turning that corner just like him. He’s gone. Confused, you pull out your phone, fingers shaking as you text him.
Y/N-Where are you?
You hold your phone to your chest, looking around you with nervous eyes. The sound of your phone against your chest causes you to jump, breath growing short.
Ping Ping
Erik- Come to the quiet room.
The quiet room? The room that certain staff has access to so they could rest their eyes or mediate? That room wasn’t always there. It was a new thing that the company decided to add to help relax the minds of the Engineers, Architects, Management, and whoever else were considered in charge. You follow the directions on the walls, walking past the elevators and down a hall. There, two rooms that have strict access. The quiet rooms.
Y/N- which one?
Ping Ping
Erik- slip your panties under the second door
You glance at the door in question before opening your purse to retrieve your wet panties. You walk softly against the carpeted floor, turning over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before bending down. You tuck your panties under the door, the feeling of them being snatched aggressively out of your hand making your breathing choppy as you shuddered.
Ping Ping
Erik- Be polite. Knock.
With a weak fist, you knock.
The doorknob jiggles before it opens, revealing an angry Erik with his suit jacket and shirt halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and a belt in his hand.
“C’ mere, Kitty,” He motions with a single finger.
You look from the belt to his face, wary eyes and fingers fiddling.
“What did I just say, Kitten?” Erik snaps his fingers, “I said...C’mere.”
“Daddy,” You whisper, “I’m gonna get a beating?”
“What you think?”
You close your eyes with anticipation.
“Bring that ass here. Now.”
The minute you walk into that room, Erik grabs your neck, pulling you forward. Your breath halted, eyes low and trained on his. You could see his hand reaching above your head to close and lock the door.
“So, you thought I was playing, huh? Didn’t Daddy tell you he would take care of you like you should be taken care of?”
“Y-yes,” you bite your lip, “But I couldn’t help myself you were talking so nasty-“
“Because I can do that,” Erik whispers, “I can do that. You are mine. If I want that puss nice and wet for me to suck clean that’s what I’m gon’ do. If I didn’t tell you to stroke that puss real good like I know you did anyway you defiant little bitch, are you supposed to do it, Kitty?”
“No, I’m not, Umph,” His hand was under your dress and between your legs.
“Holy shit, this how it is?” Erik’s fingers dragged up and down, “This that wet pussy kat?”
“Yessss,” You open your legs more, “Just touch me, Daddy, please, I need your thick fingers inside of me. Mines made me cum but yours will make me cum harder.”
“Oh yeah? You nasty girl,” Erik unbuttons his pants, the sound of his zipper going zzzzzz really slow in that quiet room making your eyes flutter.
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
Erik takes you by your upper arm, walking you over to a leather mahogany stained chesterfield sofa taking a seat and bringing both of his hands to grab your waist to straddle him. Erik takes your dress, balling it up around your waist, revealing your hot and moist pussy to him. Your hips bucked with need and your eyes sat low and desperate. Erik takes his belt, folding it, then suddenly, swatted your ass painfully. You could feel the skin of your ass sticking to the thickness of the leather belt. Erik gave the other cheek the same attention, his eyes furious.
“Fuck this, turn around...bend over...yeah...and grab your fucking ankles.”
You do as you’re told, your cheeks opening and that pink puss showing him exactly what he wanted to see.
“I should spank that pussy too. But I got something better for her,” Erik beats you again, your thighs shaking down to your ankles in your boots.
“Umph, Daddy, my ass hurts,” You whimper, “Please, Daddy, I just want you to make me cum-“
“Shut that noise up and take these hits to this big ol’ ass, ma.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!
It was beginning to make you numb. You knew your ass cheeks were raw and red but your pussy was dripping and soaked with need.
“Daddy! Daddy! Cherries! Cherries!” You cry out, Erik’s hand ready to strike you again. He drops his belt on the sofa, bringing his large warm hands up to run circles into your ass.
“I’ll rub you down with some massage oil later before I eat your ass all the way to your pussy, okay?”
“Uhhh, yes, Daddy, please.” You moan at the feeling of his hands soothing the whelps on your ass.
“Now...put these wet panties back on.”
Erik tosses the panties between the valley of your legs while you were still bent over. You grab them, gently straightening your body, using all the balance you had to pull those panties back on in your boots.
“Daddy, what are you going to do to me-“
“Don’t ask me. Now turn around.” His voice was hard.
“Yes, Sir,” Your turn, your hands on your hips with your eyes blinking down at his hard erection, “Daddy...it’s so hard...can I taste it? Please?”
Your tongue literally ached to get to feel the tip of his fat dick pressed against it right now. Your mouth is so wet that you were sure if you pulled away spit would drip down from him onto your dress, making your nipples hard. You could feel yourself squirming with need. You miss having your mouth so filled and warm while getting to suck tightly but slowly down him. Making sure to swallow his entire length each time regardless of how long and meaty he is.
“Nah, you can’t have this dick in your mouth, Kitty.”
“But, why, Daddy?”
“Because you want that, and I don’t want to give you what you want,” Erik finally pulls his pants down and around his ankles followed by his briefs. His dick sprang forward and stood straight up with pre-cum oozing from his fat tip. You swallow a large amount of spit that formed on your tongue from how much you wanted to suck him dry.
“Get on Daddy’s lap, baby girl.”
You do as you are told, climbing onto his lap, thick legs straddling his waist with your hands on his shoulders.
“Pull your panties to the side.”
You lift your hips, taking your slender fingers to pull your wet panties to the side. You wait for your next command with a shuddering breath.
“Grab Daddy’s dick and rub your clit with it...go ahead and rub all this precum on that juicy clit. I know she’s nice and hard, baby.”
“Umph, yes, Daddy,” you squat over his lap like you were about to ride his dick, grabbing the thickness where your fingers barely connected from how hard he is, bringing it to your throbbing clit. The minute his dick rubbed along your clit you thought you were going to cum right then and there. The precum, your wetness, the smooth head of his dick, and how hard your clit is put you in a euphoric state.
“Tilt your hips so I can see it...mmmm, fuck,” The way he said that made you moan his name.
“Fuck, that clit is so hard. You got a pretty little pussy, ma.”
You were too horny and in need to cum that you didn’t bother to say thank you. Erik’s deep grunts and groans from the way you circled your clit with his tip had his hips bucking from the sofa causing the leather to make noise. You imagined him thrusting you into your aching pussy. This was so teasing but it was one of the best feelings in the world. The way it felt...you couldn’t stop smacking his dick on your folds and rubbing your pussy up and down him, coating his dick in your mess. Erik’s fingers reaching down to hold your pussy lips open has you shaking. You could feel your cream dripping from your pussy and on his balls from your position.
“Look at you, I bet that clit feel good as a motherfucker right now-“
“Yes, Umph, yess,” you gasp.
“I know my kitty wants me to suck on it-“
“Please! Please, Daddy.”
Erik grabs the shaft of his dick, holding it in place while your pussy hovered over it.
“I love the way those little panties look pushed to the side. You teasing Daddy with this sexy little pussy? Cover your pussy I wanna see how fat it look.”
This was literal torture. You whimper, covering your pussy back up and pulling the fabric so that the shape and plumpness of your pussy lips can show through the fabric.
“Goodamn...Fuck,” Erik’s thumb reaches out to pinch your pussy lips before running his thumb up and down your mound, “Now, pull these panties back nice and slow, understand? I wanna see that phat puss slip out all wet for me.”
He was driving you crazy, so crazy you could risk it and sit on his dick; fully. You take your fingers, pulling your panties to the side delicately. Each one of your phat pussy lips slipped for him, your fingers pulling your lips apart to show him that pink.
“Please, please make my pussy feel good,” you beg.
“Bend over this dick again, do it,” Erik spoke with a clenched jaw. You bend over him while he jerked his dick, his fat tip sliding between your labia and resting at your entrance. The tip of his dick was right there, moving back and forth, causing your pussy to make noises. The next best feeling in the world is sitting right above Erik’s dick and just bouncing on the tip, not quite letting it go in. Your ass bounced and your pussy creamed. Each time you tried to sank lower, Erik would pop your ass sharply.
“Daddy, I want you inside of me.”
“I know you do, Kitty, I know,” Erik slaps your clit again before dragging his dick back down to tease you again, “Too bad you’re not going to.”
“Fuck,” You pout your lips, moving your hips as much as you could do that he would have no other choice but to accept your tight wet puss wrapped around his thick pipe.
“Damn, just looking at you and feeling this pussy glide along my dick is making me wanna bust a nut. I’m gonna bust a huge nut on this pussy-“
“Please! Uhhh!” Erik grabs you by the throat.
“Shut that fucking yelling up before I put this dick away-“
“Daddy-“
“Damn, my shit is hella hard. Don’t you fucking move before I tear that ass up.”
You tried staying still but the more he slapped the weight of his dick on your clit, circled your entrance with his dick, and made you hold your pussy lips open so he could move his dick from side to side up and down your folds, you wanted to cum hard.
“Fuck, hmph, this good fucking pussy about to make me nut and I ain’t even in there.”
“Yes, Daddy. I love the way you move your fat, black, dick along my pussy like that. Can Kitty cum on Daddy’s good dick?”
“FUCK!”
While Erik rubs his dick from your entrance, between your labia, and to your clit over and over his cum shot from him. Thick, white, and creamy, he generously coated your folds with as much as his balls produced. You felt so warm and sticky down there. The feeling of his cum dripping has you moving your hips. Erik looked spent, chest rising and falling, onyx eyes low, lips parted. You wanted to lick his dick clean and taste the cum off your pussy but Erik wasn’t having that. He reached between your legs, pulling your panties back in place.
“Daddy?” You look at him with a confused expression.
“Let’s go to lunch before it gets too late.”
Your panties were drenched. How were you supposed to sit and eat when each time you moved you could feel his cum all over your pussy?
“But...,” You disobey him by opening your legs to show him all his cum on your pussy, “Why not eat me instead?”
“Nasty little bitch,” Erik watched you open your legs to show him his cum, “You like all my cum on your pussy like that, I can tell, Eric ain’t giving it to you like your nasty ass deserves. That’s why you gotta leave him, baby girl. You gotta come with me. No other bitch can make Daddy feel the way he feels except for you. This is where you belong, ma. On this dick, in my arms, on my face, in my bed...”
You have Erik’s cum on your pussy. You let this man do things to your body you would have never known a man could do. He’s always there when Eric with the “C” decides to go M.I.A without care. You could rightfully say that you did belong to him. You knew what you had to do. Leave Eric with the “C” behind.
“I want you to call him, and I want you to break up with him. You hear me?”
“W-when?” You ask while his fingers rubbed up and down your cum covered folds.
“Today,” Erik brings his fingers to your mouth. Without question, you suck on them.
“Mmm,” Erik hummed before licks his lips as he watched you suck his cum off his fingers.
Licking your lips clean, you look up at Erik innocently, “What if he doesn’t answer?”
“Then call back until he does. I want you to do it today. If you’re coming back with me, he needs to be out of the picture, got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
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No response from Eric. You weren’t surprised at all.
Finally, it was the end of the day. Erik dropped you off in his G-Wagon to your place so you could take a shower and talk to Eric with the “C” he was away still in NYC so you decided to try and contact him on FaceTime instead of talking over the phone. When Erik pulls up on the other side of the street to avoid nosy neighbors, you could make out Eric’s bright red Dodge Charger parked behind your Prius. A puzzled expression came over your face, Erik looking at you with an equally confused expression.
“What’s up?” He looks from your eyes to the red car.
“That’s Eric’s car,” You frown, “Why is he home so early?”
Erik looks at you with a crease in his brow, “He didn’t even tell you he was back? The fuck is up with that?” Erik shakes his head, “Even after you blew his phone up?”
“I know,” You unbuckle your seat belt, opening the car door. You grab your purse, giving Erik one final look before blowing him a kiss, closing the door.” Erik didn’t move from his spot, he watched you cross over quickly, walking down the cobblestone trail of your home. Turning, you wave goodbye before watching him drive off down the street. You closed the door, tossing your keys down on the end table near the front door before walking further into your home. Eric must have been burning your favorite candles; Yankee Candle Maple Pancakes. Why would he have your candles lit so early in the day? It confused you.
“Eric?” Your melodic voice calls out to him. Quickened footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, an alarmed expression on Eric’s face. He was wearing a red Lacoste shirt with a pair of cargo shorts, black socks on his feet and his hair no longer freshly cut like it was when you first saw him almost a week ago. He was supposed to be gone for two full weeks.
“Hey, you’re back pretty early.”
“Yeah...I saw your car out front. Came in thinking you would be here but,” Eric shrugs, placing a small smile on his face, “Um, babe, we need to talk-“
“Oh, NOW we need to talk,” you let out a suppressed laugh, “That’s funny. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for the past few days and all you’ve given me were dry responses, Eric. So, don’t try and stand there talking about, LETS TALK.”
Eric walks down the remaining steps, hands in his pockets and frustration on his face. You look him up and down with rage, your foot tapping to calm herself.
“Once again, I’m not surprised that you don’t care. Who is she, Eric? Who’s the bitch?”
“What are you talking about?” Eric gave you his usual clueless expression, “what makes you think that’s what this is about-“
“Because I know that’s what it is! You go on these frequent trips, you never once think about me, I used to be worried but now that’s no longer my issue because you don’t care, so why the hell should I?”
“Y/N, can we just talk without all this. I’m trying to have an adult conversation with you.”
“Whatever,” You motion for him to talk with an attitude.
“I think we should break up. I’m not feeling this relationship anymore. I don’t want to put both of us through this-“
“Okay,” You shrug, a beaming grin on your face, “I was going to do the honors but since you decided to steal the shine from me-“
“And I think you should move out.”
You felt like the air from your lungs was sucked out with a vacuum. You blinked at Eric, frozen expression on your face. He wanted you to leave? Yes, this was his mother’s home that she left for him when she passed along with all of her money because he was a mama’s boy but the fact that he would throw you out after five years? You were stunned. Hurt even. As much as you wanted to end things with him as well, you would have never done this to him at all.
“Eric, are-are you seriously kicking me out?”
“I’m sorry,” He looks down at his feet, “I just...I don’t think it makes sense for us to stay here together if we aren’t dating anymore.”
“We were in a RELATIONSHIP. Five FUCKING YEARS!” You throw your purse at him, “Five years and you throw me out?!!!! What the fuck, Eric! What am I supposed to do? I-“ You pause, laughing hard from how angry you were and how shaky your hands are. You would be straight, Erik with the “K” would gladly pull up right now, help you pack all your things, and bring you to his place. You knew he would even if this fling just started a day ago.
“Pause,” You say trying to figure out exactly why he was doing this, “You come back early, then you break up with me, then you tell me to leave. Nah, there is something you’re not telling me. You’re hiding something and it’s big...it’s so big. I can see it in your face. You probably want me gone because you know it will disgust me, right? How many women, Eric? Did you get someone pregnant? are you married to someone I didn’t know about for all of these years?”
“I just...I’m just not happy anymore,” Eric spoke with a blank expression on his face as if he practiced saying those exact words in the mirror.
“Yeah, okay,” You bump past Eric. Eric grabs your upper arm, turning you around to look at him.
“I hope we can still be friends.”
You jerk your arm out of his grasp, “Get the fuck off of me. I don’t stay friends with my exes. What for?”
“Where are you going Y/N?” Eric asks with an exhausting tone.
“To pack my things. Whatever I can pack for now and LEAVE. Remember?”
“Don’t worry, I have a UHAUL friend who can come and get your things-“
“WHAT?!!!” You shout, your hand coming up to slap Eric clean across his face, “You had this all planned out?!!!!”
Eric rubs his jaw, his eyes cold, “See, this is why I can’t deal with your ass,” Eric’s calm mood changed to fury, “You think you can talk to me like that? You lived off of me, girl. I bought those expensive shoes, I pay your car payments, I provided a roof over your head. Then, you want to turn around and hit me? How about you leave right now-“
“Don’t talk to me like I’m some gold digger bitch, Eric! I accepted those gifts because you gave them to me as gifts. What the fuck you think I’m gonna do? Say no? And we both decided moving together would be best! Don’t do that, nigga. Don’t make me out to be some money-grubbing bitch who always has her hand out-“
“Just leave,” Erik points to the door with his thumb. He was over trying to be reasonable, “get out Y/N-“
“NO!” You yell in his face. So close you could smell his cheap cologne, “You’re bragging so much about money buy better cologne, DICK, smelling like ass-“
Ring Ring
Calvin angrily pulls his phone out of his pocket, his eyes glancing down at the screen, expression softening and a sneaky look replaced. He turns his back, one hand on his hip and his voice low and unrecognizable.
“Hey, hey, um,” He scratches his head, “We can’t talk right now-“
“Who is that?!” You yell, “Eric...why must you keep lying through your crooked ass teeth! Who is that bitch?!”
Eric looked like he was ready to explode, “I have to go, okay?” He tried to hang up but you were swift, grabbing the phone from his grip, bringing it to your ear while walking away.
“NO! Y/N STOP!!!” Eric speed walks after you with a fearful expression on his face. Too bad you already started speaking on the phone. Eric’s heart dropped to his stomach.
“Who is this!? Is this the bitch my man has been fucking for over three years?!”
“I guess I am that bitch now, huh?”
You drop the phone, Eric’s screen cracking against the linoleum floor in the kitchen.
“SHIT!” Eric crouched down to pick it up, cursing while admiring it. You slowly brought a hand to your mouth, turning in your boots to look at Eric with cold, distant eyes. Erik blinked up at you, noticing your expression before closing his eyes with defeat and guilt.
“You nasty motherfucker,” You wanted to kick Eric in his face, “How long?”
“Y/N, please, we can talk about this-“
“HOW LONG!!!!!!!” You felt your throat grow raw before your eyes brimmed with tears.
“Two years since December.”
You could feel your knees buckle.
“Two...years- oh my GOD,” You were remembering, your head nodding slowly, “So, that’s what you were doing when I came looking for you at the Christmas party?”
“Yes.” Eric couldn’t even stare into your eyes. He was ashamed. He ought to be. For two years he was fucking-
“Calvin? Really? So what? You’re gay or something?”
“I-I don’t know-“
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know? How wouldn’t you know dumb ass? You're sticking your dick in another man’s ass just for fun then? Make it make sense because I’m confused.”
“I-I think I am. I think I’ve been for the past few years-“
“So, when I came looking for you at the party and you came out of the restroom with Calvin walking out after you...y’all were having sex?”
“Yes-“
“And then Calvin was at work today talking about getting done in the butt by some man! It was about you wasn’t it?!!!!”
Eric opened his mouth, ready to speak but your hand came up to stop him.
“SAVE IT. I can’t believe you. This-I would have never expected this. My coworker? He’s probably telling the entire staff about it! He asked me how you were doing today! How could you humiliate me like that?!!”
“IM FUCKING SORRY!” Eric begins to cry like a big ass baby, “IM SO FUCKING SORRY Y/N!”
“All those trips?! Explain that to me! Go ahead!”
Eric clears his throat, having difficulty forming his words from all the crying he was doing, “The-The trips were for vlogging at first. Fred? You remember Fred? My friend from the Philippines? He’s gay. My...my first time with a man was with him and this is before we started dating. I was confused. I tried to ignore all the signs so I started dating you. I thought I could shake it at first, but...When I first met Calvin...it just...it just happened. So, after that...I just started faking trips to NYC for food to mess around with Calvin for a while-“
“Eric, I think I heard enough. I feel like if I keep hearing you talk, I’m going to vomit. Just-just get the fuck out of my way before I do something that will put my ass in jail.”
You wanted to choke him and you wanted to choke Calvin. You really wanted to get back at Eric and tell him that you are fucking your coworker but that wouldn’t benefit anything. All Eric would do is tell Calvin and then Calvin will tell everyone else. You didn’t need that. You wanted to keep Erik and yourself a secret for as long as you could, especially with the Alaska trip coming up. You stormed up the stairs, stopping in the hallway to grab a few suitcases to fill up with clothes and shoes for now until you got a UHAUL to get your other things. You couldn’t stay in that home for another minute. You felt like you were suffocating. Eric didn’t bother coming up the stairs and you were glad. You needed to pack in peace.
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“Can you come down to the lobby? I’m here.”
“Come down? I thought I was picking you up?”
“No need. I have two suitcases and they are really heavy.”
“Aight, I’ll be down in about five minutes. Let me put a shirt on.”
Beep
You have on a camel-colored matching set with a cropped cami and biker shorts with Balenciaga Tripple S sneakers on your feet in white. Your braids were tossed over one shoulder and you had a pair of glasses on since crying so much bothered your eyes with the contacts in. You blew air through your cheeks as you waited for Erik to make his way to you.
Ding-Ding
Walking off the elevator in mustard-colored sweats and a plain black T-shirt with the Ruff Ryders Entertainment logo on it, feet in a pair of Nike Benassi slides and two Cuban link gold chains around his neck, was Erik with the “K”. His eyes focused on the two suitcases before noticing the sadness in your chestnut eyes. His jaw clenched and his hands went into fists, veins rolling under the skin on his hands and arms. The minute he stopped in front of you, you could smell A woody, aromatic fragrance wafting from his skin. It was a provocative blend of citrus and woods that liberates the senses. Fresh, clean and profoundly sensual. His smell is comforting for you. His hands came up to rub your upper arms, tilting his head down at you with a crease in his brows.
“What did he do?” Those were his first words. They were simple words but the way Erik spoke them you knew he was pissed because of how sad you looked.
“We can talk about it upstairs,” you heaved a big sigh, “It’s-it’s too much-“
“Shhh-shhh, don’t stress yourself out more, come on.”
Erik grabs both handles to the suitcases, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to walk forward towards the elevators. You press the button, staring at your reflection through the elevator doors, Erik approaching you from behind. His head comes around your shoulder to rest his chin there before placing soft kisses on your neck. You bring your hand up to rub the back of his head before playing with his dreads. His smell mixed with his soft lips calms you down. This is exactly what you needed. The elevator doors opened, and you step inside, holding the door so Erik could come in with the two full suitcases. The doors close, the feeling of being elevated surrounding you as you press your body into a corner. Erik just simply watched you. You watched him back before your eyes cascaded down his body to stare at his feet. You never looked at them before but looking at them now you admired how well he kept up with them. No surprise, this man’s skin was smooth and blemish-free. His entire body actually.
The 30th floor came, the doors to the elevator opening. Erik leaves first with both of the suitcases, walking up to his door. You follow closely behind him, staring at his broad back. Staring at him just reminded you of how much you appreciate him. Why couldn’t Erik with the “K” be the only Erik in your life? You felt like you wasted the past five years.
“Here, reach in my pocket to grab my keys, baby girl.”
You reach into his left pocket, feeling around a little too much causing the tips of your fingers to brush along the side of his dick. This man was free-balling under those sweats.
Erik lets out a husky laugh, “Uh-huh, you gon’ get it, baby girl, let’s get in my place first.”
“I didn’t mean to,” you spoke breathlessly, “But I’m glad I did.”
You pull his keys from his pocket.
“It’s the gold key, the one that’s bent...don't ask, it was a drunk night with the boys.”
You laugh with a shake of your head before opening his door, the same beautiful Penthouse with the city view that you remember from that morning still just as breathtaking and bright. Swinging Erik’s keys on your finger, you kick off your shoes so that you won’t stain his Icelandia White Hand-Knotted Rug. Erik does the same before picking up your suitcases by the carry handles, walking the bags to the second level in his Penthouse Suite. You follow him up as well. There, in his bedroom, Erik places both of the bags near his walk-in closet, turning towards you with his arms open wide. You walk into his embrace, resting your head on his chest while he rubs his hands up and down your back.
“Talk to me, Princess,” He presses his nose into your braids, “Tell me what happened.”
You move your head, resting your chin on his chest while staring up at him with your pretty chestnut eyes, “He broke up with me.”
“He did? Hm,” Erik brushes your cheek with a single finger.
“And he kicked me out,” You rub your temples.
“Really?! Oh hell fucking Nah-“
“It’s okay, It’s his house, I don’t care anymore-“
“I care. That’s some bullshit. Don’t let me catch him-“
“Erik, it’s okay, trust me,” You grab his chin, making him look at you, “Fuck him, okay? Fuck that bastard.”
“That motherfucker got a death wish. What if you had nowhere to go?”
You loved his gruff tone and the threats he made. You didn’t for one second doubt that Erik had a dangerous streak.
“Yeah. I was happy at first about breaking up, relieved...but...then I found out some shit that I still can’t wrap my mind around and it’s taking all of me not to hop in my car, go back to that house, and fuck him up-“
“I’ll fuck his ass up. I’ve been wanting to break his face for a while after the way he treats you. Treat you like you don’t even exist.”
“That’s the thing...we could go back and get his ass real good right now. You can use one of those sticks right there,” you were referring to the sticks resting on a wall wrack, “What kinds of sticks are those anyway?”
“Zulu sticks, South African,” Erik smiles, “You really want to fuck him up, huh?”
“Mhm,” You roll your eyes at the thought of Eric, “He’s been cheating on me for two years.”
Erik raises his brows, air leaving his nose harshly, “WOW, so that’s what he does when he says he’s going away?”
“It’s not the fact that he’s been cheating that really pisses me off, it’s who he’s been cheating with.”
Erik tilts his head while squinting his eyes, “Who?”
“Calvin.”
“Did you just say, Calvin? Like, Calvin Richardson that we work with? The loudmouth Data Analyst that gossips all day every day?”
“Yes. Eric is a closet homosexual.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Erik spoke with shock, “So, when did this-“
“The company Christmas Party in 2018. That’s when it started.”
“What the fuck,” Erik spoke mostly to himself with disbelief, “That’s...which stick should we use?”
You chuckle, “Whichever one, I just want his ass beat. I am so pissed off. No wonder why Calvin was being an asshole towards me today. Erik, what if he told people? What if I’m a laughing joke at work?”
“Nah,” Erik brings you into his arms, wrapping them around your waist, “He’s the laughing joke if he thinks that he’s gonna get to you. Like I said, you belong to me now. Plus, I wouldn’t let that shit fly. Calvin would be out of a job real quick.”
“Yes, Daddy,” You close your eyes from his touch on your skin, “You just make me feel so good. I love the way you make me feel.”
“This is only the beginning, baby girl. You fucking with a real man. You’re in good hands with me, baby, you best believe that.”
You give Erik a soft smile, staring at his lips with a hunger to feast on him.
“Let Daddy fuck the sadness out of you,” Erik whispers, his hands coming down to cup both of your ass cheeks, “Let me fuck you and show you what you’re getting from now on. All of me, you hear me?”
“Yes, please,” You stand on your tiptoes, lips almost connecting with his, “Fuck me.”
“Fuck you?”
“Please...please?”
“Say it again, again...again?”
“Please!” Your lips crash with his. At that moment you could feel your body shivering with a need for him. Your legs come up and around his waist while your lips dance with his. Sticking your tongue out, you watch as Erik’s tongue glides along yours before he takes his lips to suck on it. Your eyes flutter shut and your hips begin to move over him. Erik slides his lips off your tongue, bringing his lips to your neck before coming up to suck on your diamond-studded earlobe.
“I want to fuck you until you shake. Until you scream. Until you're nothing but a little mess lost in the pleasure I'm giving you. Then when you cum, I'll come cuddle you and give you a kiss, while telling you how much of a good little slut you are…”
All of that sounded perfect. Your body needed to mold with Erik’s. Desperately, you pull at his shirt from behind trying your best to get it off of him so you could feel his russet skin against yours.
“Daddy...please put your thick dick inside of me...please fill me up,” You drag your tongue over his cheek, “Pretty please? I just want you to fuck me into this bed so fucking hard. My pussy needs it. Just give me some dick, Daddy.”
“Mhm,” Erik walks you over to his bed, hands grabbing at your ass, making you bounce over his erection, “I got you, baby. Daddy got you always, okay?”
“Umph, Daddy, right there...I can feel it hitting my pussy each time you do that.”
You bring your hand down between you both to pull the waistband of his sweats down, nails dragging along his V-cut, your fingers descend to find his warm and solid dick. You try to stroke him but Erik lays you on your back on the bed, his sweats making his dick poke out and curve to the side. Just looking at his dick made your pussy jump and clench like he was already in your walls beating them down. Without another word, you begin to undress. There was no way you could wait for him, you needed him.
“You wanna play with Daddy?” He removes his shirt, “Cuz Daddy wants to play with you all damn night.”
“Let’s play,” you were in your black bra and black thong, spreading your legs so he could see your phat pussy lips covered in the thong. The fabric hardly covered your pussy. Then, you pull the cups of your bra down, breast slipping out for him as well.
“ mmmm, those big ass titties. I love it when you’re begging me, baby. I got you barely being able to stand me not being inside you. That’s how I want you...nice and wet for me all the time. Your mine.”
“Yes, Daddy-“
“Show Daddy that pretty pussy...come on...show me what she’s looking like right now.”
You pull your thong to the side, spreading your thick thighs further to give Erik a view of your pussy. The crease in his brows, his low eyes, the way he nibbled on his bottom lip, all of those things made you gasp.
“That sexy little pussy,” Erik was palming his dick through his sweats, “Damn, ma, that’s a beautiful pussy. Look at that kat all nice and wet because of me. I just wanna eat, lick, and slurp that shit up,” Erik takes his fingers to spread you open so he could see your tight yet deep entrance. It was creamy and shining with your wetness, “Oh my fucking God...I need you, I need you right fucking now. Shit doesn't make no sense.”
“Take me, Daddy, I love it when you do that to me-“
“If you love that shit so much come here and sit on my fucking face,” Erik lays flat on his back, pulling you over to him by both of your legs. You squeal from how rough he was before lifting up and squatting over his mouth.
“Turn that ass around, I’m eating this from the back.”
You turn around, your ass all in Erik’s face. He bites your ass cheeks, his mouth getting lower and lower before he wraps his lips around your clit in an instant. You automatically open your legs more for him, your hips grinding up and down his mouth. Your lips part and your eyes roll shit as you feel his fingers yank your thong while his tongue slurped loudly in between your pussy lips. It was so loud and nasty that you had to look back at him because of it. You could feel him really eating the fuck out of your pussy.
“Mmmhmmm,” His hands come up to jiggle your ass cheeks. You moan his name over and over again. Erik gently tugged on your clit with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Your hands grab at Erik’s legs, glossy eyes staring at his dick jumping in his sweats. With your fingers, you push his sweats down, his dick bobbing up and hitting you on your mouth. Using your tongue you swirl the tip of his dick before sinking your lips fully around him. You wanted to cherish his dick as much as he adores your pussy. While Erik worked his mouth on your pussy, you sucking him with passion. Your hand reached forward to grab his balls. You squeeze them in your hand while slobbering all over Erik’s dick. A dick this size you needed it in your life permanently. One beautiful black dick to swallow down your throat.
Mmm!” You pop your mouth off of Erik’s dick, ass bouncing on his face, “Shit, baby!! Yes! Eat me! Eat me!”
Erik didn’t even talk, all he did was work that mouth on your pussy getting every single spot.
“Fuck, Daddy, fuckkkkkkk, why you gotta eat my pussy like that, huh? Is it because I’m a nasty little bitch? Why, Daddy? Fuckkkk, I can’t take it...Daddy...I’m gonna cum!”
Erik’s arms came up to hold you in place as his tongue wiggles as deep as it can go inside of you. You could feel yourself coating his tongue. Your ass cheeks smothered him and just when you thought it was over, his tongue dragged to your ass to show that area some attention too. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your pussy was overly wet and now he was licking your ass. You place your lips on his dick again, making yourself gag because you were determined to make that fat dick cum. He deserves it for making you feel so damn good like that. His grunts were muffled because your pussy was still on his mouth. The more you sucked, the thicker his dick became. Erik strikes your ass over and over for making him feel the way he felt. You do nothing but pop your ass, accepting the stinging and numbing effect of his hits.
“Daddy, cum in my mouth, come on, Daddy, give it to me,” You suck on the tip of his dick before smacking your tongue with it, “gimmie, Daddy, I need it,” you suck all of him into your mouth before popping your lips off loudly, “It’s so thick and pretty...I love Daddy’s big dick.”
Erik was no more good, his lips left your pussy and all you could hear were loud moans. Moans that you could hear on replay all damn day. He let you take over and control him. Hopping off his face, you turn around so that you can watch his face while you suck him. His eyes were closed and his wet mouth was parted. Then, the sight of his eyes rolling made you suck harder.
Erik licks his lips while watching you, “Good bitch, suck on Daddy just like that. You love dick in your mouth. Always hungry to suck Daddy. You’d suck my dick anywhere wouldn’t you?” You nod your head while batting your lashes, “Yeah...that’s why you’re my nasty little bitch. You know just when to make Daddy proud. Good girls get all this dick in their mouth. Fuckkkk.”
Erik grabs a fist full of your braids before his cum soaked your entire mouth. You swallow some but the rest drips down the side of his dick.
“Look at you, get all that shit to, don’t waste none of my Shit,” Erik grabs your hair forcefully to make you lick him, “Lick me up...yeah...yeah...fuck, Hmph, ughhhhh,” Erik was cumming some more, “What is up with that good mouth?”
You giggle, “Daddy likes it I see.”
“Nah, Daddy loves it,” Erik grabs your neck, leaning forward to tongue kiss you.
Your breath halted as that same wet tongue trailed between your breasts.
“Bend over baby,” Erik whispers while twirling your nipples, “Bend over so Daddy can dig deep in that puss while I grip these braids.”
“Fuck, Daddy,” You lift up, arching your back so deep you looked like you didn’t have a spine. Erik lifts to his knees behind you, taking the weight of his fat meat to slap your pussy. This gave you flashbacks.
“That’s how I like em, nice and thick,” Erik slaps your ass, “How you like it, Kitty?”
“Heavy and fulfilling,” you spread your pussy lips for him, “put all that thickness in me, Daddy, spread me open.”
“Damn, bust that shit wide open, ma?” Erik pokes your clit with the tip of his dick, “you are leaking all over my fucking dick. You better throw that ass back on me too. You want this dick deep in you, you take what you want,” Erik slaps your ass, “Understand?”
“Umph, yes,” You reach back to grab his dick lining it up with your anxious hole before allowing the tip to pop right in. Your back flexed and then your pussy automatically clenched up.
“Damn, Daddy, Umph,” You suck in a deep breath before taking all of him in your pussy, “oooooooooooo.”
“I know, baby, I know. It’s a lot of dick. But you’re such a good girl. You took it before, you can take it now. Make me proud, baby, show Daddy you don’t run from a big dick.”
You begin to throw your ass back on Erik. Each time he filled you up you would hiss and your breath would rush in and out in a desperate rhythm. It was so much dick that you couldn’t even stop yourself even if you tried. Once that tight pussy wrapped around him and practically swallowed him whole there was no way that cunt was going to let him go. Your pussy loved Erik’s dick. You look back at him, locking eyes, ass popping off his hips and the sound of your sex so loud because of how wet you are. The connection you both had made you cum on his dick before you could even get started. Your harsh and uneven breaths along with your wide eyes turned Erik on so much that he couldn’t help but to take control. His hands were in your hair as he beat that pussy up. It felt like he was sucker-punching your walls with how hard and fast he was going.
“The way you had me cumming on that pussy earlier I wanted to stuff you on sight,” Erik brought his lips to your ear while he delivered deep pressured strokes, “But you were being a naughty little girl. Now, you're being a good girl and giving this pussy up for Daddy to take. Want me to fuck you all night? I’ll fuck you and leave this dick in you.”
“Please, Daddy, OH SHIT!!!” Erik was stroking your G-spot from an angle you didn’t know existed until you started fucking him. Now, your arch wasn’t the way he wanted it because of how sensitive you were.
“Nah, baby, fix that back, come on...fix that fucking back!” Erik slams his dick in you, your fingers clawing at the sheets, “Uh-huh, that’s how I want you...I want you just-like-THAT,” You look back at him with disbelief that he was pounding you like that. Erik sucks on your bottom lip to swallow your moans while your pussy drips onto him and the bed. You felt dizzy from that orgasm. You couldn’t even comprehend that Erik was pulling you over top of him, grabbing your hips, spreading his toned thighs, and fucking up into you at a rapid pace. He was staring at your pretty face while he damn near battered your walls into a cumming frenzy. You looked back and noticed how much your ass shook and bounced. His balls were slapping you in your ass. You were so overwhelmed trying to absorb everything that's happening to you. It was as if you were high off of the sex. Drunk even.
“Look at that ass,” Erik watched the way he fucked you through a mirror on his wall straight across from the foot of his bed, “I’m in that pussy, girl...I’m deep in that pretty little thing...shit, look at all that cream...you are a messy little thing aren’t you, Kitty?”
You push at Erik’s chest to slow him down but that only made him bounce you over his dick himself. This time, you felt that shit in your guts. You try and ride just the tip of him but no, Erik wanted you fully wrapped around him.
“Baby girl, Daddy likes having this big dick in you, stop tryna run from me, okay?” He licks your neck, “Stop doing that before you make me fucking mad.” He said that last part with a deep-chested voice that made your spine tingle.
“I’m trying, Daddy, your dick is just so good,” You could feel yourself crying.
“Ain’t that how it’s supposed to be? If my dick feels so good, don’t you want me to stay?” Erik was so deep the top of his dick touched your cervix in a way where it was too much but it felt so good. Your pussy creamed more in response.
“Y-yessssss,” Your tears drop to his chest.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful. Fuck that nigga for treating you like that. You are too precious to be treated like shit, “His dick stroked in and out slowly, “Just know this...I would never treat you like that,” Erik moves your hips in a sort of dance on his dick, “I would never make you cry unless it’s because of my dick filling you up. I will always be there to treat you like a princess. I will always please that body like you deserve.”
“Uhhh!!! Umph!” Your pussy squeezes his dick. The grip you had around him was so tight. You knew your phat pussy was swollen and sloppy. You just knew that Erik’s dick was covered from the tip down to his heavy sack with all of your fluids. All of that sugar.
“Mmmm!” You moan with a light voice over and over again. Even slow-motion made you cum. You cum with a tremble of your lower lip. Erik just simply watched you with a smile on his sweaty face.
“That’s it, baby, take this fat dick, yes, look at your face, damn, baby, you are out of it. My dick got you seeing stars, love,” He pulled his dick out to the tip so that it could stroke your G-spot, “Now, all that squirting you do? Squirt on my dick. Shitttttt, make a big ass mess for me, Y/N...where’s that squirt at? Ruin my fucking bed.”
Your squirting pussy showered his dick and made a puddle on the bed.
“This beautiful pussy. If my dick making it do all this I don’t ever wanna stop fucking you.”
His words made you so weak. With a pout of your lips, you lift off of him, taking your hungry mouth to suck him clean. Man, you tasted so good on him.
“Arch your back and turn to the side,” Erik spoke softly. You do as you are told while sucking his dick. You jerk slightly when his long and thick fingers make their way inside of your pussy. This is what you craved earlier but couldn’t have. Now, while your pussy is overstimulated and covered in your cum, he decided to finger you with three of his thick fingers until you came on his hand. You look at him, lips popping off and a sharp moan escaping your mouth. All you could muster were moans; deep, intense moans. His fingers were just gliding in and out of you with so much ease because of your dripping peach. Your legs spread wider, breath choppy and irregular.
“Daddy in there?” He says all of this while watching your reaction, “I just couldn’t help myself. You feel so good on my dick I had to finger fuck this pussy so I can feel just how good she really is.”
“Umph, Daddy, I’m cumming, mmmm! You always make me cum so hard!”
Like a leaking faucet, you squirt again. So much fluid drained from you. Your body could no longer sit up. You collapse with your cheek resting on Erik’s dick. He still has his fingers inside of you, dragging them up to rub your clit before sinking back inside. Your tears stained his dick.
“Uhhh!!!!! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh!” Creamy liquid coated Erik’s hand.
“FUCK YES,” Erik brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them like a vampire in need of blood. You watch with low eyes as he drags his long and thick tongue over his entire hand, never missing a spot. He just loved tasting you and making you cum.
“Come up here and lay on your side so Daddy can fuck you.”
Each command you followed. You crawled up beside him, flipping your braids over your shoulder. He takes his hand, forcefully opening your leg as wide as it could go since you were so damn flexible, his other hand gripping his dick before he thrust up into you like BAM! Your breasts bounced and swayed, Erik, reaching around to pinch and pull your nipples with one hand with his other hand holding your thigh up. He was staring with low eyes at the side of your face. This position had to be your favorite so far with him. You could turn your head back and kiss him, and the feeling of him pressed close to your back with his hard sweaty abs and chest made you grind your hips back on him. His dick from that angle punishing your walls was such an erotic sight. His beautiful dick with your pretty pussy wrapped around him had you watching it go in and out.
“Rub that juicy clit,” Erik speaks into your ear with a rough tone, “Rub her and make her nice and hard for me to suck on later.”
“Mmmmmhhh,” you rub it gently since it was so sensitive.
“Tight fucking pussy,” Erik bites your shoulder, “Don’t want Daddy to go do you?”
“No, Daddy-“
“I’m fucking you all night, believe that shit.”
“I believe it, Daddy, Umph,”
“This is my pussy,” Erik bites your neck, “Daddy’s dick feels so good, girl. Such a good girl with some good pussy. That’s my good girl pleasing Daddy’s dick like Kitty is supposed to.”
Erik rubs his hands up your thigh before he hooked his arm under your knee, “Ima cum so deep in this pussy. You got me ready to shoot all this cum in you, girl. Best pussy I ever had,” Erik roughly pulls your legs apart making you fall onto your back. He didn’t say a word as he got up in that juicy kat, your hands coming up on each side of your head to grip the sheets, breasts bouncing and swaying, shallow pants leaving your mouth, eyes closed, all the muscles in your body spasmodic. He pulls your thighs back, his dick beating the breaks off your walls. With a weak neck because of how good he was fucking you, you look up at him then down at your pussy with hooded eyes.
“Damn, Daddy, you're really-really in my pussyyyyyy, fuckkkkkkkkk,” You were cumming again, “Oh my goodness!”
“Ooooo, you bitch, mmmmmm, look at my fucking dick!”
Your eyes watch him spread you open.
“My shit is damn near ripping this little pussy to shreds. Poor little pussy. Too bad she gotta take it. I’ll kiss her real good afterward-“
“Please, Daddy?” You whimper.
“I promise, baby girl.”
Erik was growing so thick you want to push him out but Erik’s form grip on your thighs didn’t allow that. Your hips meeting him in a dirty dance before he grunts and moans, dick cumming and filling you up again. You grab his chains to bring him closer to you, your lips sucking on his while he emptied his cum where it belonged.
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