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slashxrose · 3 years

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Surprise, love -Duff Mckagan-

Title: Surprise, Love.

Warnings: explicit content.

Summary: I don’t use to do summary of my stories, y’all is gonna love it anyway; enjoy.

Dirty reading~

Duff Mckagan is the last person I expect to see on my doorstep, wet from the San Francisco mist, a faded green duffle bag at his feet.

Even years removed my heart still clutches at the sight of his hair, the boyish grin on his face. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes the way it used to, but I’m not able to catch much more of him before he’s pulling me into a bear hug and lifting me off the ground.

To put you all in context, Duff was my best friend ... and the best boyfriend someone could ever had, for most of my life, he was my neighbour when we were just born, little kids, getting to know each other from there and living a whole life together; I watched from when his first tooth fell out to when he had to take his first flight to go with the band to San Francisco, the place where I currently live now.

It surprises me, and it shocks me to see him, so changed after so many years, so many years without looking him in the eye, without knowing anything about him; today he is finally here, standing in front of me.

Trying not to break down in tears the emotions hit my being in a wave; remembering the day he left me at the airport and then never see him again; exactly in 1991, after his great "Use your illusion." I never heard from him again.

“Babe,” he breathes, I press my face into his neck, a laugh bubbling up out of my throat, “I missed you.”

“Yeah,” I manage.

I can feel my eyes pricking because I have missed him, too much. We’ve kept up as much as we could over the years, but with him overseas and my steadily making my way around the country, it had gotten difficult. I haven’t heard from him in a few months, and I haven’t seen him in a few years – probably eight, if I think about it. Instead of thinking about it, though, I wrap my arms tight around him and try not to let myself cry at the feeling of him engulfing me.

“I missed you too, Duff.”

I get him up to my apartment and let him settle onto my couch before I ask him any questions, mainly because I can’t quite find my voice and I can’t believe Duff is in my apartment, right now. He beats me to the punch, settling back into my couch and peeking over at me in the kitchen.

“This place is really nice.”

I nod, filling a glass up with water for him and then looking up at him, a smile on my lips.

“It’s alright,” I shrug, shutting off the tap and making my way over to the couch, handing it to him before I sit down, one leg tucked beneath me. “I got lucky.”

Duff sips the water and looks around, shaking his head. My apartment is nice – it’s got floor to ceiling windows and sleek, modern appliances and a killer view of the Golden Gate Bridge.

“Not luck,” he shrugs. “You deserve it, you worked your ass off for this place.”

I swallow, smiling over at him and feeling my cheeks flush – in part, because he’s right, and in part, because he’s wrong.

“Duff,” I laugh my voice soft. I tuck some hair behind my ear and looks up at him. “How’d you find me?”

Duff shrugs, setting the water glass down on my coffee table and turning to face me, leaning his arm over the back of my couch.

“I went home, first...talked to your mom, she gave me your address for if I ever wound up out west. Figured,” he shrugs, laughing, “It’d be more of a surprise if I didn’t tell her I already knew I was coming out this way.”

I shake my head, pressing my fingertips to my face.

“Oh god… I cannot believe my mum did that after all the things I told her, honestly.” I sigh, dropping my hand and raising my brow. “So, she didn’t know you were coming out here...but you did?”

Duff nods.

“Yes, I did… I’ve gotta come back to the hotel in a couple of hours… We’re flying to Europe, we’re gonna start a new tour I guess, we don’t really know, but I figured I could make a stop before I check into my hotel.” I swallow, watching his fingers flex against the couch cushion.

“Another tour?” I raise my brows. “You’ve been on tour the last eight years.”

“That’s what happens when you’re a famous rockstar babe, you never stop….” he laughs, his voice low. “I’m thinking I’ll be out here a bit, actually, trying to convince the boys to stop a little, I want to see you more often.” I try not to let my reaction show on my face, but this is Duff, so I know I’m not exactly subtle.

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I think about it, about Duff, just half an hour away instead of across the world.

“Wow,” I breathe, smiling over at him. “I’d get to see you, then?”

“If you want to,” Duff shrugs, and I roll my eyes at him, reaching over and swatting at his arm.

We cover the basics with his hand on my knee: I moved to San Francisco alone, I work for a newspaper, and I’m a runner now. He’s been back on tour and he’s not going to go so far away again, and he’s thinking about stop touring a little bit.

Wow.

I slide my hand over his and look down at it, brushing my thumb against the back and humming softly as I look up at him, a smile on my lips.

“So you’re telling me,” I say, my voice soft, “you’re a big enough deal the boys to stop touring, what they’re supposed to be doing?”

Duff rolls his eyes, glancing down to our hands and then back up to mine, his gaze soft. I try to focus on anything other than the look in his eyes and settles on his mouth, chewing on the inside of my cheek, because I know it’s a mistake immediately. Bad things tend to happen when I look at Duff Mckagan’ mouth.

“I’m telling you I could do it,” he shrugs, and I watch intently as he runs his tongue over his lower lip, his fingers pressing lightly against my leg. “We’ll find out, I guess; Steven’ planning to go to rehab…” He probably saw my intrigued face, so he immediately keeps talking. “I’ll tell you in a bit about it.” He smiles at me and I nod. “Slash has two little annoying but cute kids… so he’s gonna be busy with that, and Izzy… Well Izzy fucking left the damn band, so there’s no problem with him.”

I nod, feeling my lips shift into a soft smile, Wow, it’s surprising how everything changed since the last time I saw him, every one of them were idk… almost 30 years old, playing and joking around, being drunk and high as fuck, I never… I mean, we never thought that the band was gonna become this famous.

“Well,” I say, “I’m happy for you, Duff. You’re all grown up.”

Duff laughs, pulling his hand from my leg and rubbing his hand over his jaw slowly, swallowing.

“We’re both grown up, honey,” he chuckles, and I let myself meet his gaze. I stuck in a slow breath, feeling how heavy his eyes are on mine, letting the feeling wash over me easily. “Easy to see that, right?”

I nod and sit up a bit, settling my hand on Duff’s forearm, brushing my thumb slowly against his skin.

“Easy,” I say my voice barely above a whisper. “Too easy.” I don’t know why sitting here with him like this makes me feel like I could cry.

I squeeze my eyes shut, sighing out a slow breath and tightening my grip on his arm.

“I really missed you. I know we,” I shake my head, “I know we covered that, kind of, but...god, Duff.” I swallow, heavy, keeping my eyes shut so I don’t have to look at him as the words tumble out of my mouth, “I really didn’t know if I would ever see you again, you know? No matter how safe you told me you were, you almost had a fucking overdose… too much alcohol, too much shit.”

Duff doesn’t say anything, but I feel him shifting on the sofa. I feel him scooting closer to me. His breath wisps over my skin, and I feel like I might be shaking. I should stop him – I knows I should, I knows it’s the right thing to do with all of us history, all of the feelings that stretch out between us – but there’s an ache in my chest that I don’t think will let me. I squeeze his forearm, holding onto it with my fingers and hear myself let out a soft noise as his nose touches mine.

“Babe,” he murmurs, and I nod, my eyes still squeezed shut. “I’m good; you don’t have to worry anymore.”

“I know,” I breathe out, and I slide my hand off his arm and slip my fingers into his hair. I pulling him towards me, kissing him in the way I had imagined doing for years, for a lifetime, even. I’d never kissed him like this, so tender and slow, so intentional, so full. I whine into it, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

It feels like my heart is whole, even for just a moment.

Duff’s always been the boy I turned to when I was hurting, always been the person who knew me the best, who could make me feel good. This, though, is different – this kiss isn’t sweet, childhood tenderness, its gut wrenching in the most wonderful way. My stomach twists into a knot and then settles as his arm wraps around my waist, my ears rush harshly as his tongue moves against mine, my heart pounds in my chest as I feel both of our cheeks, touch against each other.

This is Duff, the man, safe in his arms, telling me he’s here, telling me I’m his. He hasn’t said it, but I can tell...I can tell from the way he’s kissing me that this was him, standing on her doorstep, asking me to let him in and keep him.

For tonight, at least, I can do that.

I crawl into his lap and press my fingers into his hair, my thumbs dragging along his face, my breathing ragged against his skin.

“Duff,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his, “I have a bed.”

Duff’s breathing is possibly more laboured than my own as he slips his hand beneath the back of my t-shirt, his fingertips pressing lightly into my skin.

“I assumed,” he mumbles, his mouth praying for mine, “This is a big apartment.”

I nod in a smile, grinning against his lips;

“Want to,” I tip my face down, my forehead pressed to his as I move slowly in his lap, my lips just out of his reach, “take a look at it?”

Duff lets out a low laugh, nodding and mumbling,

“Smooth,” against my mouth as he keeps his arm locked around my waist. He stands up, lifting me with him, I wrap my legs around him as he settles me in his grip.

I direct him to the bedroom, settling my feet down on the ground and swallowing as my eyes fall on a picture frame settled on my nightstand.

“Shirt,” I breathe, looking at Duff, who’s sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at me with a dazed smile on his lips, “shirt off, rockstar.” He lets out a low laugh, and I takes a moment to flip the picture frame face down while his shirt is obstructing his view, then tugs at the hem of my own shirt before taking a step forward, pulling it off as I stations myself between his legs.

I settle my hands on his bare shoulders, dragging my hands down along his skin slowly, then moving it back up and cupping his face in my hands. I slide my thumb over his lower lip and hiccups, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“God,” I whisper, letting my eyes move over his face, taking him in. I’d never felt so full before. My vision blurs as I watch him, feels his hands settle over my waist.

He had changed, years without seeing him… without feeling him, I missed his touch, his kisses, I missed him so bad.

“Honey,” he says, and his voice has that lilt to it – the what are you crying for lilt, and I don’t have an answer. I bit down on my lower lip, shaking my head and trying to stop myself. His hand reaches up to my cheek and I lean into his touch, feeling my tears seep onto his skin.

I want to tell him...about the photo, about the man in the photo, about the way their timing is truly, continually, terrible. Instead, I lean my face down and kiss his palm, swallowing hard as I hear his own breath going wet.

“Come here,” he says, his voice thick, low.

I don’t need him to say it twice. I crawl into his lap and he shifts them back onto the bed, his hands moving shakily along my skin.

He flips them and undresses me carefully, his eyes moving over every new part of me as it becomes exposed. He unhooks my bra and pulls it slowly down my arms, unbuttons and unzips my jeans and tugs them over my hips, hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugs at them, slowly, his lips pressing to my stomach as he does, the gasp tearing from my throat involuntary, I swear.

Something in my brain tugs, that I should be embarrassed, being so naked in front of this man who’s known me for my entire life, but no. I can’t be, with the way he’s looking at me, with the adoration and want in his eyes. I let my hands slide along his arms, breathing slowly as he looks at me, takes me in, and then I settle my fingers against his belt buckle.

“I can’t be the only one naked here, baby,” I say, my voice soft, and the smile on his lips is so soft that I feel my cheeks flush.

I unbuckle his belt shakily, watching as he gets himself out of his pants, pushes off his boxers. I bites on my lower lip at the sight of him, half-hard for me, then drags my eyes up to his face, smiling at the way his cheeks are flushed. I sit up a little, wrapping my hand around him gently, dragging my fingertips lightly along his length and shutting my eyes, leaning my forehead against his chest because I don’t think I can take the look on his face, the pure emotion rippling through him.

“Fuck,” he bites out, and his hand slides to the back of her neck, his thumb dragging along the base of it slowly. His voice is shaky when he says my name, and I twist my wrist slowly, smiling as I feel him growing harder in my hand.

Yes, honey, I know you like this.

He shifts my back on the bed, pressing my legs apart so he can settle between them and leaning down to kiss me, drawing his tongue slowly over my lower lip as his thumb drags over my inner thigh. The mixture of sensations has me shaking, already, and he hasn’t even touched me where I want him to yet.

He’s gentle with me, at first. His fingers press lightly against my wet folds, testing the waters, working slowly as I breathe out heavy sighs to keep myself calm.

He’s driving me crazy.

His lips press over my collarbone lightly, dragging against my skin slowly as he dips a finger into me, then another. He hums against the hollow of my neck as his thumb circles my clit lightly, and I feel my hips lifting off the bed to find more of him, knowing he isn’t giving it to me yet.

“Oh god-” I groaned.

I come apart on his fingers, shakily, one of my hands gripped tightly into his hair. His mouth is on my neck and I whine, searching for his face.

“I need you.” I breathe, and he lifts his head slowly, grazing his lips over mine.

“You keep driving me crazy as the first day we met.” he murmurs.

I stop him, slipping my tongue into his mouth. I can’t hear him, like this, not right now. I need him to fuck me, need him, before I get too rational and stop him entirely.

This is too much, I can feel it – I’m going to break the both of us, but I can’t possibly end it before I feel him, before I know what it’s like to have him inside me, again.

“Duff,” I moaned against his mouth, lifting my hips and hooking a leg around his waist, trying to pull him closer. “I need you.”

He nods, slow, just once, and I love him for it. I love that he isn’t trying to tease this out, that he’s listening to me, that we both want this so badly that dragging it along isn’t appealing at all. I slide my hands up to his face, holding it and keeping my eyes on him, my heart still hammering. He locks eyes with me as I feel his tip pressing at my entrance, and I suck in a hard breath, watching his face.

He cracks the softest smile, and I feel my resolve breaking.

“Duff,” I breathe, my voice full, my eyes stinging, “please.”

I want him in a way I can’t understand – it’s something about the way he knows me, I think, absently, as his eyes trail over my face, down my body.

It’s about the way he held my hand when I fell off the jungle gym and broke my arm when we were six, it’s about the way he shoved an old friend of mine for calling me a bitch when we were eleven, it’s about the desperate way he kissed me back in her car when we were sixteen, it’s about the way he made me and makes me feel right now. It’s about the fact that he’s the same Duff he’s always been, but something else altogether, too. The boy I’ve always known, and the man I’ve always wanted, hovering above me, about to make me his, even when I belong to someone else.

But I didn’t care.

One of his hands brushes my cheek, and I slide my own to press over his, to keep him there. I hold his gaze as he pushes into me, slow, filling me. I let out a soft laugh, turning my face into his hand and rolling my hips.

“Please,” I murmur against his skin, “I want to feel you, Duff.”

He’s slow, but not in a torturous way. His eyes stick on mine as he rocks his hips into mine, as the fingers of his free hand trail along my leg, over my hip, tracing little shapes. I feel him, all of him, and my legs tighten around his hips to keep him as close as I can. His strokes are long, deep, and I know neither of us is going to last long, regardless of the speed.

“As my queen commands.” Duff softly replied, smirking before kissing my lips deeply as he thrust deep inside me.

The sudden feeling of being filled with a cock as big as him made me cry out in pleasure breaking the kiss as my back arched, I felt his fingers holding my hips lightly, making the movements to go harder. His own groans of pleasure mixed with mine as they filled the room, he started to move slowly, taking his time as our lips re-joined together with our tongues dancing and warping round each other, as our hands roamed each other’s bodies just feeling blindly in a that need to be close.

I feel my walls constricted around him, he started to move faster and found that bundle of nerves that made me touch the sky with my hands, his moans made an echo in my ear, they were loud, he was really enjoying this, making me instantly lose all the control, all sense of who and where I was, right now it was just the two of us; the world outside didn't matter, the day ahead didn't matter everything I can focus on was in him and nothing was going to stop that.

“Oh shit babe, yes.- ” I moaned. “Keep doing that oh god-” I wrapped his curlers in my fingers holding him, his thrusts collided with my body causing a lack of control in all my senses, damn I had missed this.

His movements were wild and erratic but so perfect precise, he knew all the right buttons to press. I open my eyes again to see him above me, his face the clear picture of pleasure and need, I never had seen anyone become so desperate and undone for me. A man like him with such talent showing a side of himself only to me that so few ever got to see, but in truth he would only ever truly become this undone and this vulnerable for me.

My hands slid down from his hair, trailing down his back across his slightly sweating skin as they found that perfect ass of his. His lips moving to my neck again as tears of happiness, love and pleasure fell.

“Oh my sweet babe.” Duff moaned shakily as he continued thrust deep into me, all I could do was cry out with pleasure and need.

“Oh Duff I love you.” I gasp thrusting up to meet his own movement's.

He’s nothing like I’ve ever felt, before – there’s something about the presence of him, of his body over mine, of his eyes watching me, his breath mixing with my own.

“Babe,” he breathes, his face tipping down, his lips finding mine. I sat up a bit, my hips shifting to meet his, to hit at a new angle. I weave my fingers into his curly hair and grips onto it as I kiss him, our tongues pressed together as I feel the heat pooling in my stomach, knows I’m closer than I’d even like to admit.

His hand moves from my leg to dip between them, pressing against my clit slowly, tracing over my nerves delicately before finding a pattern. I can tell he’s close, too, his breathing getting heavier, his thrusts more erratic.

“C’mon babe” I murmur against his mouth, “I want to feel you, Duff, I want to know what you feel about me.” my words fade into a whine as I feel him pressing more firmly to my clit, rolling it between his fingers.

I come hard, around him, feeling him spill into me moments later, our moans mixing together as he presses me down into the mattress.

“Oh damn.” He moans loudly in my ear.

We lay still, for a long while. I scratch sleepily at the back of his neck, Duff start kissing my neck softly as we cling to each other, trying to calm down. He pulls out of me slowly, smiling to himself as I groan at the loss, and I hum as he lays back down, still pressing his weight down against me.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere,” I whisper, my lips pressed against the side of his head, “until I say so.”

Duff nods. “Got it, you’re in charge,” he murmurs, “so nothing’s really changed, huh?”

I laugh, but I feel the pang in my chest, knowing the truth – because yes, almost everything really has changed, and he doesn’t even know the half of it.

I must fall asleep, because when I woke up it’s dark outside and I hear him moving around...somehow, I just knew in that moment that he knows, now. I sit up slowly, pulling the sheets to my chest and pressing my hand over her face.

“Duff?”

He pokes his head out of the bathroom and smiles at me softly. When he steps through the door, he’s got his boxers on, and I feel my heart clench in my chest.

“What’s his name, babe?” He sits on the edge of the bed and pull my hand from my face, lacing his fingers with mines. “He’s got some nice pomades, in there...expensive.”

“Duff,” my voice is hollow, I look up at him with pleading eyes. “I can explain all of this, okay?”

He nods, brushing his thumb over mine.

“I know,” he swallows, his voice thick. “What’s his name?”

I sigh out a breath and casts my eyes upwards, trying not to cry.

“Daniel…” I answer, quietly. “We’ve been...I moved in a few months ago, but it’s been a little over a year.”

I don’t let myself close my eyes, making myself look at him as he swallows, processing my words and looking around the room.

“You love him?”

“Duff,” I don’t know how to answer that question, not right now.

He’s been away for a while, and came here making me feel lost and complete at the same time, now I don’t even know where or who I am.

“Does he make you happy, hun? That’s,” he lets out a soft, wet laugh, “that’s really...what I’m asking you.” I nod, looking down at our hands. “Good.”

“I didn’t,” I croak, and I hate myself for it. “I didn’t know when you...if you,” I shake my head. “I didn’t know, Duff. I didn’t know if I...if–,”

“I didn’t want you waiting for me,” he supplies, shaking his head and looking at me, straight on. “I’m glad you didn’t, I... I slept with a lots of girls too… I can’t blame you for this.”

I feel desperate, scoots myself closer to him and settles a hand on his cheek.

“I’m not,” I breathe, wanting to press my face to his and hesitating. “You’re here, now, Duff.”

Duff nods, and bridges the gap. He presses his forehead against mine, finding my eyes.

“I’m not leaving,” he says, his voice low. “I told you,” he swallows, “I’m not gonna go away without you next time. If I convince the boys…damn.”

I nod.

“And I’ll be here,” I murmur. “But someone else is gonna be here with me…”

He shuts his eyes, squeezing my hand.

“For now,” he shrugs, “and maybe for good, but,” he opens his eyes and looks at me, fully.

My feels tear pooling in my eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I...I believe in this, babe. I wouldn't be here if I didn’t.”

I take a long breath, nodding slowly. I realize he doesn’t mean here, my apartment – he means here, in San Francisco...that he wouldn’t be considering this job if it wasn’t for me. I understand his meaning, here: I’m in charge.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and he shakes his head, but I stop him. “No, I should’ve told you.”

“His shoes were by the door, babe, I saw them.” he says, his voice soft. “I’m not an idiot.”

I feel something break in me, and I find Duff’s mouth, kissing him softly.

“God,” I laugh, my voice low, my lips pressed to his, “we really can’t get it right, huh?”

Duff kisses me, soft and slow, his tongue tracing my lip before he pulls away. He stands up from the bed and I watch, my eyes wide and soft as he moves around, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on.

“To be determined,” he decides, as he’s buckling his belt.

I chew on my cheek, getting out of bed and finding my robe. I wrap it around me and follows him out into the living room, watching as he grabs his duffel bag.

“You can stay,” I say, my voice hoarse, and he looks over his shoulder at me, shaking his head.

“I won’t leave,” he swallows, and I shut my eyes for a moment at his words. I nod.

“Okay,” I whisper. “So when will I see you?”

Duff sighs out a breath as he pulls the bag over his shoulder, then wraps his arm around my waist. He walks me over to the door before he pulls me against him, leaning his face down, kissing me softly.

“I’ll be here another week,” he says, his voice low, “and then...depending on things, I’ll be here for good. So,” he finds my eyes, “up to you, okay? You call me.”

I nod, my head spinning.

“Don’t disappear on me, okay?” I beg.

He shakes his head, softly, kissing me lightly.

“Promise, I won’t.” He replies.

I feel him pull his arms away, and I wrap my own around myself so I don’t do something stupid, like pull him back into my bedroom. I watch as he grabs the doorknob, opening the door and taking a step through it.

“Call me when you get to your hotel?”

He nods, leaning down and kissing me gently.

“I will,” he breathes against my mouth.

By the time I open my eyes, he’s gone. My phone buzzes on the kitchen island and my heart drops, but when I flip it over, it’s Duff.

‘Miss you already, you know that?’

I press it to my chest and shut my eyes, taking deep breaths – in part, to calm down, and in part, because I did.

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goddessjynx · 3 years

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Any parent please answer?

Idk if anyone will see this, but right now I need just anyone to tell me I'm not crazy.

Am I a bad friend for wanting to hang out with my ex-bestie (eb for short) while she has her kids or she's busy and can't hang, so I offer to come over, to help watch, to help clean? Anything just to be there for her, why? Oh because she was on her third child, at this time I literally went over to her house to play dnd with her husband and brother and her sometimes. So I would try and say "hi" or talk, but instead we stayed doing something else or barely said hi. Ok, fine, hormones, got it. It got to the point of she wouldn't want to hang out with me for reasons she stopped telling me decent sounding excuses. Fine, That's fine, I have other friends who I can hang with or find other things to stay inside and not get out of the house to do. I don't need to leave the house, to get away from the suffocating inside the house with a mentally and verbally abusive, controlling husband. That's. Just. Fine.

So you know, time goes on. we find out that the reason she won't hang out with me, but will hang out with the other girl who she hates (Mind you the other chick literally broke into their house, tried to start drama all the time, and be hazardous to her already two children But who am I to judge about the person you rant to me about how you hate them so much?) But the other chick was also pregnant after divorcing her wife. It's honestly such a mess. So "anyways, I get excluded now because I "Don't understand what she's going through" or "I won't have the same experience" or I'm "not a good source of help" Lol, Okay? I still can't help? Be happy for you? Cool. So things go on, and just things have gotten worse on my end. I'm over here with such a mind debilitating baby fever, that I'm having to pull my car over watching children get off the school bus because I'm in such a crying fit that I can't breathe or see straight. So who the hell would I go to about what do I do? My Bestie right? (There's a reason we are eb rn) I tell her, well try, Idk how much she actually listened. But I tell her how I just can't think about anything else right now. I did everything right, and the world keeps slapping me back.

I own a 4 bedroom house. we have two cars, we even have decently everything working out in our favor, But all of a sudden, I'm not good enough for anyone. My own husband two months after getting married said he hasn't found me attractive for the last two years. THAnks. That's a real boost. This didn't start the fights, but that's a whole other set of rants. about a year before my eb got pregnant, around or right before July 4th, I strictly remember, I was in the walmart fucking bathroom. I had felt so sick the weeks beforehand. Like, My menstrual cycle hates me. She's savage af. Not to mention she likes to disappear randomly and appear with just cramps or a whole flood. I never know. But I remember calling my husband in a panic because I don't know what to do while I had to go to the bathroom so bad it hurt, and all I have is half dollar sized clots. Just something my medical brain, and senior year of AP biology says, "Fuck!" I have him figure something out because I'm really needing someone to just hold me in the bathroom I feel so sick to my stomach. I'm dizzy and all these symptoms I tell him to tell the doctor or whoever he calls.. So he calls, they say whatever to him. I don't either remember or he never told me what they said, (this is a normal of hiding information from me, A LOT) They said (What he told me) to just wipe things up and clean up then if it persists in the next 24 hours to go into the hospital. But I will have to see an ob-gyn.

So, Okay. Nothing bad. but they are in charge of everything along those lines. But those were including two words, that I now know were the two words this man didn't want to hear despite, DESPITE all the teasing and jokes about having kids with me when I was younger with him and literally just dating. That was because I had to see a family planning doctor. I was told by HIM that it was nothing, and we will be fine. I just blamed it on my cramps that are horrible and never put thought to it because I had believed that's what he was told. So that's a trauma my brain locked away until recently as I'm going through my divorce right now. But, I was thinking about how shortly after that, I got a call from my eb about how they were all waiting on me because I'm making us late for bringing stuff to the grill out and bonfire later. Fine, mask all the pain and keep fucking going. right?

She seemed genuinely not worried, saying it was probably just a bad cycle. She gets them all the time too. Its whatever. My now bestie's sister has gone through the same thing I described multiple times, enough that she looked at me and was like, "No, You possibly miscarried." even her mom went on about, "they should've never NEVER brushed that off like they did. If they cared then they would've made sure you were ok. My husband denied me from going to the doctor to see anything about it. Even after when I knew my hormones and emotions were just soooo off. But that's in my mind now, when before maybe around the same time my eb came out saying to all of us even her own husband one time saying she's been feeling crummy because she went in and she found out she had miscarried. It was so short after my stuff that she disregarded then took and made attention for herself that upset her own husband because she never told him until she told a bunch of us at a bar. I mean I felt bad for her, but Now thinking back, my gut says it was a ploy to make her husband to feel bad for her and to try for another one. Where as I'm over here waiting patiently because I jumped through Hoops to get where I'm at now.

My husband promised me children. Lots, its a fucking dream to be a mum. I care for everyone else, and their kids, why not have some kind of mini me to show of what I did. That I did good. That I can be useful to this world too. That I'm not just a lump of no good nothing to this world. But first, he needed a better paying job than a gas station.

Did that, he worked at a metal parts production place. But we then gave the fact that we still live in the apartment I got after moving out from high school. We rented a house. It worked, and it was nice. But now he needs a car, but he cant do that until he learns how to drive. 3 years older than me and I taught him how to drive. AND I helped him buy his first car, a truck. Oh but now, we still can't start a family. We are only renting. I have enough good credit that I could get a house alone, but I needed a higher pay. Bam with his income together we got a house.

Bam, I'm hit with baby fever and what not. NOW I get told, we aren't ready for anything like that yet, so wait two years. Alright, I'll wait. I can do that. We were going to go on trips together and do many things together and all of a sudden, the walmart thing happened, and it just got worse from there. It got to a point I got a job paying BETTER than him and I was the laughing stock to him and his buddies. THANKS. But I'm fine, everything is fine. The walmart thing was about two years after, so I mean, it was actually in the time frame and whatnot. Things just kept going on getting worse at home, I just kept listening. For reasons, I had to quit my high paying job, and then everything got absolutely horrible at home. Had to put everything I had control over money wise into his account for he worried it would take too long to find an new job and make money to suffice for bills. It was argument after argument, but I went to my eb explaining things, asking what the hell do I do? Her advice? To just do what he wants. The thing I had to quit about? She basically never cared about it. Everything just went on being a mess. I went on just letting people walk over me because that was the advice I was given.

I voiced my feelings that I have been following lies and how I feel hurt that I'm told dreams and having them be taken away. We never went on trips much. Instead we would buy a crap ton of ammo or new guns that I'm not allowed to use, yet I'm helping fund so you can get them, but when it was my own that I BOUGHT, all of a sudden, my things went missing and he would be out using and letting his buddies use my new guns and using up the ammo I had purchased on my own. I mean, fine, but let me at LEAST take yours out if you're going to use mine without asking. It got to be so annoying that we would be asked when we would get married or when we would have kids. He would be hugging me and smiling all cocky saying "Oh well we haven't stopped trying." every time. He would start that tell people this and I finally had enough. I stopped him and told him to put his money where his mouth was. He always said shit but never actually did it or acted on what he said. He would just lie to everyone. Tell people lies because it sounded nice. Best part? I had bought a ring for him. I proposed to him because he would joke about things like that. So I basically said, "bet" and did it. I have never received a damn ring! He wouldn't even want to look at them with me. Because they were expensive. Not all of them are. I don't care what price it is, but something to say, "Hey, I love you and Don't want the odd peeps at the bar to keep hitting on you so take this with you, its dangerous out there." (Shut up. I'm a nerd) But like.... I just would make notions about, I wanted a ring. He would beg me to pool together money and buy new guns, I mean I"m not against, but I would bring up that I will want a ring. Or even something else would be you know, amazing right now because I'm in a lost place wanting kids still and my eb just announced they were having their third. (which her own family was so upset about it that they ranted to me and my mom, her own brother said that its just another kid that they will end up taking care of instead of her so she can go to the bars again. Yep) So next we talked about getting a gun safe because, before we can have kids, we need to be SAFE. Ight, we bought it. Nice matte black 33 capacity, fire and water proof, best part the front had a reallly pretty engraved waving American flag imprinted on it. It was just so smooth. (Guess who has that right now btw) So oddly enough in the middle of me not being enough for my eb, My cycle kind of returned to being semi regular, and all of a sudden disappeared. Well that whole month beforehand we went from never wanting to touch me unless it was my birthday to every night he was angry after work and took it out on me instead. I mean, whatever. But when it came to me not feeling well, I told him.

Instantly it wasn't mine. I was fooling with other guys. Like instant psycho. His childhood friend came and moved up with us, she saw this for a good few months and had to move out because he was trying to control her as if she were a child. She told me that it was not right for him to be that way and that she will never talk to him for how he treated her. (which was exactly how he was always with me too) I'm not sure if he was trying to get my jealous because his bff was a girl? Idk we worked out like literally sisters. Sooo much in common and she told me, She believes he's never wanted kids. And she watched how I broke down after he told me he wanted nothing to do with me until I took a test. He DEMANDED that I took a test right away. If it was positive, it wasn't his until proven so. And if it was negative he would be fine. this was ridiculous. He wasn't at all happy or excited. Purely upset. I felt so shitty that after the test was negative I told him and he threatened about it happening again he was leaving back to Kansas. He threatened this every damn fight, it got to the point that I gave up, I said leave then. And instantly he shut up. I got him out of gangs, crime, jail, living on the street or with his mum, and being a maaajor drug addict. Yet I'M THE BAD PERSON.

Back to recently when my eb is getting closer to having her kid, I just go through finding out I'm not and my husband is freaking out at me, nonstop yelling at me that I'm not good enough and all this shit. Yes, lil ol me trying to keep the peace in the house is a cunt and a whore. Wow. Name calling, but hitting where it hurts? I told him before, how my mother in an argument said I would be a horrible mother. And that shit sticks. IT STICKS. So what does the smart ass pull out? He repeats it. He says he's glad I'm not pregnant because I'd be a horrible mother in the end.

That. That just kills a person. That kills dreams and the feeling of wanting to keep living. Who the FUCK says that to their partner? Am I wrong for thinking that's not right? Well my eb thought I was. I told her my feelings. How I don't want to be jealous of her, but I am. That she's more beautiful, she's always had guys hitting on her in school inviting her to do things and hang out, I was the nerd in whatever class that got invited only if it was mandatory. She will be having three kids and a loving husband that can never take his hands or eyes from her, where as I have to act like a clown to get my husband to look up from his damn phone. To say something nice. To

be acknowledged while in the house. I've left and came back the next morning because I hung out at my now besties house. He didn't say a word until I came home the next morning and he looked at me like "when the fuck did you leave" No care, no love. I was stuck being a burden. Anything I ever did around the house was in vain. Everything I helped with I got shoved away because I didn't do it right. EVERYTHING I did was not good enough. I would tell him this that is how I felt and he would deny it. One day, I caught him yelling at me saying that what I did wasn't ever good enough. Calle him out right away. Bitch... He tried to change the wording to go around what he said. I HEARD IT. it was so bad I had to have my bestie on the phone to listen to how he talked to me behind closed doors. Away from public view. HER MOM HEARD IT. Thought she was watching some kind of dramatic show, until she realized it was me on the phone. She's listened to so many calls its unheard of. There was a day, I had enough of it. (Ok A lot actually) but I grabbed my laptop and my charger and left the house. I sat in the park drawing on my laptop. Texted every person I could think of that I cared so deeply for that they would care for me back. I was in a dark ass place asking for Advice. My eb shrugged off what my husband was doing and scolded me for leaving. For sitting in a park drawing out my feelings instead of being with him because he's being dramatic to her husband upset that I started an argument. I didn't understand what I started when it was over me telling him not to throw the controller when he loses a COD game because that's how it breaks. Why he threw it? Because I distracted him by playing with my cat while he was playing the damn game and made him lose! yep. Exactly that. So I was yelled at to quit. So I did. I went back to my drawing and then with my headphones on I was humming to my music. It distracted him and he lost. So I flipped out because I can't do anything in my own house without being scolded for it. So I stormed off to the bedroom to draw some more. I'm upstairs and away from him. Didn't want to eat now I'm stressed and upset. So I didn't cook anything and now he's hungry and upset at me for not making food yet. YES. That's how it started and I again was the bad person in the story for safely removing myself from an environment where all my mind was telling me to do was dark things that hurt to say. To give up on everything I have worked for and all my dreams.

That was the last time I spoke to her for a while because everything started to be only about baby and about doing this for baby. Doing that for baby. But then she would never answer me back. I was done trying to fit time to hang out. To do something, I made new friends who didn't have kids and hung out more with them. It got horrible. the sound of a child crying made my stomach hurt. I had non stop dreams of the same thing happening. It was just awful. I looked it up and it was just meaning I had something and lost it. Whatever is missing in the dream what what I had lost.

In this dream I was dressed in all black, lace and long dress covering every inch of skin on my body. I had a hat with a veil and I was rocking a bundle in my arms in an old decrepit room with peeling paint and broken toys. It was a nursery. An old ruined nursery. I was rocking just a black blanket swaddled with a hole that emptied to the void. It gives me chills, I get this dream so much that me explaining just makes my skin crawl and my body ache. It hurts to think of but I just cannot understand it. Makes sense now that I looked into it.

But me going through all of this, I can't talk to my husband about my feelings because I'm too needy and being selfish for not taking his feelings into an account. That he's not ready that we are not ready and that I'm not ready because I'm going to be a horrible mom. Cool.

I have tried so much. I couldn't be around kids. It made me so sick and I jus would have to find somewhere to hide and cry for hours. I would cry myself to sleep. Never getting comfort by him because I'm throwing a pity party. I was so hurt. Still am. I'm broken hearted. Thinking that if I had a kid, at least I would have something that needed me and would love the care I gave and would love me back. I wanted to feel loved for how much I put out in the world. I wanted to have something to ground me to this world before I did something stupid. I was in such a dark place that I drove an hour to go see my bestie because I was scared that I was going to do it. That I was going to be the big disappointment he told me I would always be. Three months later, baby is here and I go back to playing dnd with my friends and its at their house. My husband is rubbing it in my face. He's holding baby and talking to baby and doing all these things making my mind break. He asks if I want to hold her. If i if iififififi NO.

I can't I cannot. I'm trying to be respectful. I missed out on other games because I had to hype myself up. I procrastinated because I didn't know how I would be or if I could handle it. I got to the point that my eb's husband told me that he doesn't want me playing anymore because I sent a text trying to apologize to my now eb that I feel so bad but I can't see her right now since seeing her kids just sends me into a panic attack and I can't stop thinking horrible things. So she takes that as I have a problem with HER kids and not just the KIDS situation. Doesn't hear me out. blames me for everything and has me banned from coming over. in which her husband says he doesn't want me over anymore. Which my rebuttal is because she's telling him only. But he said it was his choice. I don't know don't care. It just hurt that THATS the reason I got kicked out. Not because I was good, but that I couldn't handle their kids. And I would not pay attention by drawing the whole time. I was distracting myself because I'm trying to drown out the noises of cooing making my gut rot and my mouth dry. So by all means I'm selfish for wanting a dream that I was being promised for the last 6 years of physically being with my soon to be ex. I've know for actually 12 years. And that I drove 15 hours to bring you to me since you couldn't drive.

So I need to know from real parents, was I out of line for telling my eb that I had feelings and that them not being heard or just cast to the side hurt? Am I crazy for feeling that I've been robbed? For being upset when my husband comes home drunk and abuses me? For being hurt when I'm called all sorts of names and told I'm worthless by the man I should trust the most? Please. I need to know.

I know I'm ranting, but I need to get it out. I need to find some sort of something to figure out why I'm feeling this way, or why I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm fighting for the divorce since i haven't been to my owned house in the last 5 months since he changed the locks on me. I moved an hour away from my home and my family and still to this day, I hurt to hear or watch children around me. I'm happy, but inside something aches and just feels empty. Not to mention that I got told by people that know me that he's been caught buying condoms. We are still technically married, and he can't be doing those things right now. Am I jealous? Upset? Hurt? All of the above? It just sucks and I'm drowning in debt a bit trying to work my ass off to get where I want in life again since all of everything has been ripped from me. I'm trying. Please let me know if I'm crazy or out of line? I want to be heard. I'm going to start to save up. I have a plan for my 27th birthday. If it doesn't work in time for my 28th birthday, I'm not sure what else I can do but join the 27 club.

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mk-tozier · 4 years

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BRAT| RICHIE TOZIER X READER

@softbumble asked: I was wanting a smut with Richie x quiet reader where the reader is acting like a brat and Richie decides to teach them some manners.

17-18 years old or whatever age you want idc lmao

I’m sorry if this is bad or not what you wanted, I’m also gonna be kinda slow on requests, I’m trying the best as i can. Also sorry if its short or kinda rushed I’ve been kinda busy!

It’s kinda bad and very repetitive. Thats on me tho cuz its rushed. Again sorry if this is not what you had in mind. I was also writing this with the IQ of 2 because my brain was not working after taking a 1 hour and a half science test and then a math test right after so please excuse the absolute chaos this writing is.

warnings: smut, language, slight choking, degrading, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, idk man’, unedited as hell

I sat in Bill’s living room, next to Richie, sitting on the couch. An hour before me and Richie were at home, fingers tangled in each others hair, He trailed kisses down my neck, leaving hickeys and love bites on my neck as he played with the waistband of my underwear, teasing me and rubbing my clit through it. Then we got a call from Bill asking to hangout and Richie being Richie said we’ll go and left me unsatisfied. So now i was stuck on the couch, bored and horny. “why do you look so upset y/n, did something happen?” Ben asks. “No I’m just tired, thats all.” i said sweetly, but shooting Richie a glare. He smirked, before looking back at the tv which was playing some movie that i had no interest in. Bill and Stan were setting things up, getting snacks from the kitchen, board games from the closet, getting things together. I wasn’t exactly sure what we were doing but we were waiting for them to finish up.

Stan came into the living room, placing a bowl of chips onto the table. “Heyy stanny boyyyyyyyyyyy” I giggled, i have no idea why but i made myself laugh. “hey Y/n” He smiled. “you’re my twin” i say. “how so?” he asks, seeming genuinely interested in what i had to say. “We’re both quiet, sassy, funny” i stop to send Stan a wink at the word ‘funny’ “and cool people” I smile brightly. “i agree” he shakes his head, smiling. I look over to see a annoyed Richie. Hes very easy to make jealous, thats whats fun about him. Stan walked out of the room to continue helping Bill. “flirting with another guy” Richie muttered to himself, in a growl. I put my hand on Richies thigh. He looked over at me. “what’re you doing?” he growls again. “nothing” i shrug. I lay my head on his shoulder.

time skip

i layed with Richie comfortablely, My hand still on his thigh. The boys finished setting everything up, putting on ‘The Goonies’. I moved my hand higher up Richies thigh, closer to his manhood. I looked up at him, Richies jaw clenched. “Richieeee” i whined into his ear. “what?” he replies. “i need youuuu.” i whine again, kissing his neck. “wait until we get home” he mutters. “but i need you now” i brush my hand against his clothed dick, feeling it harden a bit. “baby pleaseee” “I said wait until we get home” Richie growls into my ear. I huff but listen to him, keeping my hand on his thigh. He moves my hand off his thigh and onto the couch. I huff again, annoyed, hes being no fun. I wait a few minutes before putting my hand back on his thigh. “princess, stop it” he whispers into my ear. I ignore him, moving my hand closer to his manhood. “if you dont stop I’ll have to punish you” he growls. I stop moving my hand, leaving it directly on his hard-on. Richie keeps his eyes on the tv, jaw clenched and anger in his eyes. Just what i wanted. I began to palm Richie through his joggers, causing his breath to hitch. He grabbed my wrist, moving it away from my pants. “I just remembered i told my parents that I’d have Y/n over for dinner, they love her so they insist in inviting her to dinners. they’ll kill me if I’m late so we gotta go” Richie says to the losers, they nod understanding. He pulls me through the living room and out the door, shutting it behind him. “what the fuck was that?!?” Richie growls. He gets on his bike, i get on the back, wrapping my arms around him. “answer me” “its your fault, you said we could go to Bill’s, maybe if you werent such a tease then i wouldnt of done what i did” I snap back. “Acting like a brat now, are we?” he says, pedalling faster

When we arrived to the house Richie threw his bike to the ground on his front lawn, he dragged me inside, the door unlocked. Richie pushed me against the wall, attacking my neck. “Made me lie to the losers because you were so needy” He mumbled against my neck. “Needy slut can’t even wait until we get home” Richie says before beginning to suck and lick at my soft spot. I moan from the unexpected contact. “you like that? hmm?” i nod my head. Richie trails down my neck, kissing my cleavage, his hands roam under my shirt. “Rich, not here” i gasp. “Its my house, we can fuck wheverever the hell i want” He grumbled. Richie picks me up, walking up the stairs, continuing to attack my neck with hickies. He pushes open his bedroom door, kicking it closed when we enter the room, throwing me on the bed. Richie quickly takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere, revealing his pale skin and skinny frame. He walks over to the bed, getting on top of me, arms on both sides of my body. Richie takes off my shirt, throwing it behind him. He kisses around my bra and down my stomach, kissing the skin right before my shorts/skirt, leaving hickies along the way, getting closer to where i needed him the most. “Rich, please” I whine. “please what? Use your words” “i need you, please” i whine again. “bad girls dont get what they want, beg for it.” He growls into my ear, the raspiness of his voice and the lust in his eyes made me want him more, a wetness pooling in my underwear. Richie unclasped my bra, attacking my breasts, licking and sucking at one nipple as he fondled with the other breast. “please Richie, i need you inside me so bad, your fingers, your tongue, anything, i just need you. so, so, so bad Rich” I beg. “such a needy slut, you’ll use anything to get off, won’t you? so desperate for my cock, huh” Richie kisses down my stomach, removing my shorts/skirt. “you’re so wet for me. you’re my little whore, just begging for my cock.I barely touched you and you’re all riled up?” Richie smirks.

He puts his thumb on my clit, rubbing me through my underwear, i moan, satisfaction running through me. Richie rubbed my clit slowly, applying pressure. “please Rich, please i need you inside of me.” I whine. “Such a impatient needy slut, can’t wait to feel my fingers inside of you, falling apart just from a little touch” He pulls down my underwear slightly, blowing air onto my clit. “such a little whore, all soaked” Richie pushes one finger into me, thrusting slowly, i moan loudly, before biting my lip. “faster Rich please” i let out quickly. He speeds up his pace, lifting himself to my lips. Richie connects his lips with mine, kissing me softly, sometimes he can’t help himself and he’ll kiss me softly or passionately, he’ll never admit it but he has a soft spot. Richie curls his finger, hitting a different angle, causing me to moan into the kiss. “you like that? hmm?“ I nod my head moaning, my hips buck, the familiar pit in my stomach growing, i clenched around his finger. Richie enters another finger, thrusting quickly. My hips buck again, i moan loudly, letting my hands go to his hair, tugging. “fuck, rich im gonna cum” i whine, clenching around his fingers. I feel my release pulsing through me. Richie pulls his fingers out, i whine, annoyed. “riiich” “Bad girls dont get to cum” He says before licking his fingers. “you always taste so good princess” Richie connects my lips with his once again, shoving his tongue in my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. He pulls away, lowering himself. Richie licks a stripe up my pussy unexpectedly. “Rich!” i squeal. He swirls his tongue around my clit and down to my slit. Richie licks my clit slowly, holding my thighs. I bite my lip, holding back the sounds. He begins speeding up the pace, drawing little circles on my thighs with his fingers.

Richie starts licking slower before sucking on my clit, i cover my mouth, whining. Richie sits up, grabbing my hand. “let me hear you, dont cover your mouth. i want everyone to hear what a slut you are, let them know that you’re mine” He says before lowering himself, beginning to suck on my clit again. “Rich! Fuck!” i gasp, causing him to suck on my clit faster, i could feel the pit in my stomach growing already. My hips bucked into his mouth, i tugged on his hair. “Richieee baby im close” i groaned. He sucked faster, licking at my clit, swirling and moving his tongue. My hips bucked again as i let out an aspirated moan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck” i moaned, Richie pulled away quickly. “Riiiich.” I whine. “I told you, bad girls dont get to cum” he leans over me, arms on both sides of me again. “Maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson, flirting with Stan and acting like a brat? You had it coming” Richie whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Needy slut” He mumbles. He connects our lips once again, my hands travel to his hair, playing with it. Richie grinds against my heat, groaning into the kiss,his hard on rubbing me through his joggers. “Rich i need you, please. I know I’m a bad girl, please i learned my lesson, I’ll behave i promise”

“Yeah? You want this cock? Huh?” “Yes. Please richie.” “Good girl, begging for me so well. You’re gonna behave?” “Yes i will. i promise rich. I’ll be patient and i wont flirt with anyone, I’m yours and only yours” Richie groans. He gets off the bed, taking offf his joggers, his dick clearly showing through his boxers, is it up, helping him remove them. “Eager brat” Richie chuckles, he crawls onto the bed, pushing me onto my back. He looks up at me, his tip nearing my entrance. I nod, letting him know to go ahead. Richie slowly enters me, groaning, his precum leaking into my entrance. “So wet and warm for me” he groans. “Rich” i plead. Richie starts to thrust into me slowly, i moan, finally getting the pleasure i wanted. “Can Stanley fuck you this good? Huh?” Richie picks up the pace. I shake my head, whining. “Does his dick fill you up like this?” “N-no only you do.” I gasp. “Who’s are you?” He thrusts faster, groaning. “I’m yours Rich, only yours.” Richie groans again, he leans over, sucking on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises. My back arches and i moan loudly. He hovers over me again. “You’re mine” his words made the pit in my stomach grow, Richie puts his hand around my neck, making me moan. “You like that? You like when i choke you like the little toy you are.” He growls. I whimper, nodding my head. “You like using my hand as a necklace, hm? You like when i use you as my little sex toy?” Richie groans, i moan, his words sending me over the edge, my hips start bucking as i clench around him. “Are you gonna cum, princess?” I nod my head “yes richie. I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” I whimper again. “Go ahead doll, cum for me, cum all over my cock. I wanna see you” He whispers into my ear, completely sending me over the edge, making me cum harshly, my vision blurred from all the pleasure hitting me. “AH! RICH!” Richie chuckles, kissing my cheek. His fast pace continues, the grip on my neck loosening a bit. “Rich.” I whimper. “You wanted my dick, you’re getting it. You’re gonna take it until i cum, is that alright?” I nod, moaning from overstimulation. “You like that baby? You like how I’m using you as my little cocksleeve?” He groans into my ear. I nod, whining. Richies thrusts start to falter, getting sloppier. I can feel my high coming back, the pit in my stomach starting again. My hips buck again, clenching around Rich. He groans, making me clench around his dick more. “B-Baby you close again?” He says, shutting his eyes. “Mhm” “cum again for me. I’m here, its okay.” He thrusts rougher into me, his head falling back in pleasure. I whine, his pleasure sending me over the edge, cumming. Richie groans, his dick twitching inside of me. “I’m close. Shit. You fuck so good princess, taking my dick so well.” “You’re so good rich, filling my up with your big dick.” I whine, he groans, cumming in me, stopping his thrusts.

Richie pants, i run my fingers through his hair. “You did so well doll” He flashes me his signature goofy grin. Richie looked down. “That was hot.” He chuckles, i smile admiring his features. “I love you Rich.” I whisper, barely audible. Richies head snaps up, his cheeks red. “Y-you what? Did i hear that r-right. Y-you love me?” His face softens, he smiles slightly. “I love you too Doll.” Richie plants a small sweet kiss on my lips, he pulls out. “You need a bath princess?” He asks. “That’d be nice.” I say softly. “C’mon I’ll go set up the bath”

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years

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Crisis Averted

Summary: Shit hits the fan after Dean finds out that Reader and Sam have slept together. Crisis is averted once Reader has a chat with Dean about it.

TW/CW: Platonic!Reader x Sam & Dean Winchester. References to Sam and Reader sleeping together.

Requested?: Yes! A lovely Anon said, “Hi! Idk if you’re doing requests BUTTT if you are, I was wondering if you could do like a platonic one where you and the boys hunt together and have become like family but dean finds out through the Supernatural books/the internet or whatever that you and Sam hooked up the very first night you guys met.”

Word Count: 1,468

A/N: So I have a lot of Anons that request and I was just thinking maybe I should give you all a cool special name or something (any other followers could also be called by said name if that’s a thing that you all would like). Why was the first thing to pop into my head Tonics??? Like then we’d be Gin and Tonics.... Idk thoughts? As for this imagine, I kind of feel like it’s a little off for some reason but I hope you all enjoy the reader anyway. Love to all!

Your POV I sleepily shuffle to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I take a sip before yawning and stretching on my way to join the boys. I plop down into one of the chairs at the table and drop my head onto its surface as Sam chuckles, “Wow, I think that’s a record, 2pm is the earliest I’ve ever seen you get up the morning after returning from a hunt.”

I look up to glare at him as Dean grumbles something under his breath but all I caught from it was, “You would know.” Shrugging, I pull one of the various lore books spread across the tablet closer to me and open it up. We’re currently working on tracking down a demon who Crowley wants dead. The damn thing is literally off the radar so were looking for a new way of tracking it. Why the boys decided to do this for Crowley, I don’t know but it’s time consuming nonetheless. If it weren’t for the three of us being on the brink of insanity from being cooped up in the bunker we wouldn’t have gone on the aforementioned hunt. I flip through a few pages of the old, musty book before sighing, “I need food before I can try to focus on any of this.”

“There’s not much left in the fridge,” Sam responds.

I weigh the options for a moment before deciding, “I’m gonna run to the store and pick up food on the way back. Text me want you want, will you?” Sam nods but Dean doesn’t bother acknowledging anything as I get up and head to my room to change out of my pajamas. I have tendency to wander around the bunker in my pajamas if I know we shouldn’t be going anywhere that day. Sometimes it’s a bad idea though because it leads me to curling up in an armchair and falling asleep when I should be studying lore. Once I’ve thrown on the usual unofficial hunters' uniform i.e. a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a flannel, a leather jacket, and some boots, I head to back through the bunker and to the garage. Knowing it’s not advisable to get groceries while riding my motorcycle, I opt to take my 1967 Camaro instead.

Climbing into my car, I immediately grab a Metallica CD and pop it in before cranking the car. I notice that my gas gauge is rather low and make a mental note to stop for gas while I’m out as well. It feels nice to be back in my own Baby after riding with Sam and Dean for so long on cases. I got this car when I was sixteen and it has been a great companion ever since. If it weren’t for this car, I probably wouldn’t have met Sam and Dean. It caught their attention outside Harvelle’s and we’ve been best friends ever since. Those boys have become the only family that I have left. I pull up to the gas station and get out to fill her up, of course being met with the usual stares of awe at my car. I ignore them and go about my business before getting back in to head for the store.

Before I leave, I pat the dash lovingly and check my phone to realize that I haven’t gotten a text from the boys yet. I tap on Sam’s contact and then wait as it rings. He answers rather promptly and sounds rather annoyed, “Hey, sorry I got side tracked. I’ll send you the list in a minute.” In the background I hear a door slam before Sam yells, “Fine, be that way but at least text (Y/n) your order.”

“Is everything alright?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows.

On the other end of the line, Sam sighs, “He found out about our thing and now he’s being pissy.”

I look over my shoulder at the backseat, I had kind of forgotten about that as we agreed to never talk about it, “I’ll talk to him when I get back.”

“Good luck,” Sam responds, “I’ll see you when you get here. Be safe.”

“Will do,” I reply before hanging up. I put the car in drive and head for the grocery store hearing a couple of dings from my phone as I do. Once I pull into a parking spot at the store, I check my phone to find two messages, the one from Sam reads:

Thanks for going to the store and everything. I don’t know where you’re going for food but I just want some salad stuff from the store if you could. Thanks again.

Dean’s is a little stiffer:

burger and fries

Oh yeah, he’s definitely upset. I begin to wonder how he even found out as I get out my car and head into the store. I gather up some pretty basic items and even grab a few steaks as they’re on sale. I manage to fill the shopping cart with groceries by the time I decide I should head for the checkout line. A short while later, I am loading groceries into my car before returning the cart to a rack and then heading towards home. I make sure to stop by Dean’s favorite burger joint in town and pick up food for me and him on the way.

When I pull into the garage, Sam is waiting to help unload groceries but Dean is nowhere in sight. Together, we silently make several trips to carry the groceries to the kitchen and then put everything away as well. Once we’ve finished, Sam sets to work making himself a salad so I grab mine and Dean’s food and head towards his room. I knock softly on the door, “I have your food. You and I need to talk.”

I hear some shuffling before Dean opens the door, “Damn right we do.” I offer his bag of food to him and he snatches it before making his way over to sit on the bed. I join him and let it stay quiet for a few moments as we both pull our food out of our bags and begin eating.

After a few bites of my burger, I speak up, “So, how did you find out?”

“Fucking Becky of all people, (Y/n). My brother and best friend banged the first night they met but no they didn’t fess up. I found out through Becky and some freaking creepy ass books,” he answers.

“Well, that explains why she’s never liked me. I’m guessing she let it slip the other day?” I muse.

“Yeah, she referred to you as the ‘reason Sam won’t ever like me’,” he mumbles through a bite of burger.

“That’s definitely not what’s keeping him from finding an interest in her. Especially considering it was a one-time thing that we agreed to never talk about.”

“You guys could’ve at least told me,” he grumbles.

“You’re telling me that you would’ve been cool if Sam and I were just like, ‘Oh hey Dean, we just banged in the back of (Y/n)’s car,’?” He’s doesn’t answer and instead seems to be rather fascinated by his fries. I sigh, “I suppose that’s what it is though. You’re hurt that we would keep something from you. Look Dean, I’m sorry that we didn’t tell you. It’s just not exactly something that can come up in casual conversation.”

Dean takes a deep breath, “I forgive you. I would very much be okay with continuing the ‘don’t ever mention it again,’ tactic. Definitely not an image I need in my head.”

I shake my head and laugh, “So why exactly did you blow up on Sam about it?”

“Because when I confronted him about him hiding something from me, he lied to me about it and said he wasn’t hiding anything. You admitted to it,” he answers.

I nod, “Gotcha. In that case,” I get up and make my way over to the door to yell, “Sammy, get your ass in here!”

I return to the bed to gather my food and trash and when Sam arrives in the doorway, I point at Dean, “Make up. I’ll be in my room when you two are on good terms with each other again. We can have a movie night or something.” With this, I leave them both avoiding eye contact with each other and make my way to my bedroom. It takes a while but finally, Sam and Dean appear at my open door with popcorn and a movie. I pat the bed on either side of me and they join me after putting the movie in. Things feel like they’re back to normal as we laugh our asses off at our favorite movie and stuff popcorn in our faces.

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tomhollandthing · 5 years

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The Intruder

Paring: mob!Tom x reader

Summary: Asking one of his men to get something for him, Tom does not expect him to come back with an intruder as well.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, soft mob!Tom, mention of violence not really, idk

Word count: 2250

Authors note: Hi, sorry I haven't written in a while, I've been super busy with school, my finals are coming close and a lot of things are happening. Rather way this is my entry to @laureharrier and @tommyparkerr posted Endgame Depression writing challenge with the prompt “You'll be alright. No one will hurt you now”. I hope you guys like it, and I always appreciate feedback and your thoughts.

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It was normal for Tom's men to walk around the house, often picking up things for him or something like that, but they never interacted with you. Usually you tried to stay away from places of the house where other mobsters walked around freely, but sometimes you were desperate for food so obviously, you go and get it. And if you meet any of them they usually ignore you, not thinking much about you.

You walked towards the kitchen, thinking about what you wanted for breakfast. Entering you open the fridge seeing pancake batter from two days ago and you decide to make yourself some delicious pancakes.

Putting a pan on the stove you pour some of the batters into the pan. The smell of pancakes fills the air when you hear the front door opens. Looking out from the kitchen you can see one of Tom's men, you think his name is Ethan, walking through the hallway walking toward Tom's office you guessed.

Getting done making the pancakes you put them on a tray and start to walk towards yours and Tom's bedroom to eat in there. As you were walking, a tray of pancakes in your hands, you could hear a lot of shuffling behind you. Looking over the shoulder you see Ethan with his gun pulled out toward you. Stopping in your tray you turn around looking at him with fear in your eyes.

"Is there something I can help you with!?" You asked with a rather harsh voice, annoyed, mad and scared that he was holding you at gun sight.

"I think you should come with me, and take a trip down to the warehouse. I think Tom would like to hear an explanation on how you got in here." He spits at you. His tall figure stalked slowly towards you, the gun still pointed at you, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he looked up and down your body.

Taking a few steps back away from him, he launched for you grabbing your upper arm in a tight grip making you drop the tray with your breakfast on the floor with a loud thud. You try to pull your arm out of his death grip but it's no use, it's to tight.

He starts to walk down the hallway dragging you with him, walking past maids who tried to warn to him but he didn't listen. No, he was more focused on impressing Tom that he caught an intruder in his house.

You were dragged after him, tears in your eyes now from how tight the grip on your arm. You tried to hit him to make him let go, but he just pressed harder then. He opened the door to his car and threw you inside jumping inside himself. You tried to crawl out on the other door but he grabbed you by your ankle and dragged you inside again, motioning to the driver to drive. Knowing you were stuck in the car as it speeds off you stopped struggling against him.

Curling up by the door letting a few tears slip. You weren't scared, no-no, you knew Tom would probably kill him, but it was just the whole situation. Being dragged out of your house by a deadly grip, because this idiot thought you were an intruder.

Looking out the window you saw the trees passing by, as the car speed by them. The sun in the background making this look like a beautiful day.

"You realize you're doing a horrible mistake?" You asked Ethan through a son. He scoffed at your question rolling his eyes and decides to ignore you completely.

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Tom had had an okay day at work so far. It was no different from any other day, he and Harrison sitting in a few meetings and listening to excuses from people who owed him money. Some women tried to seduce them, but Tom just brushed them off and over to Harrison, who gladly accepted.

Right now Tom and Harrison were sitting in Tom's office waiting for Ethan to come with some files Tom had asked him to bring him. The brown haired mobster was getting impatient, needing those files to get on with this case. He had pulled up his phone trying to send a few texts to you, but no response. Not thinking much off it, he assumed you were sleeping.

"How long is he going to use!?" Tom groans, throwing his head back in annoyance and frustration. Harrison chuckled, shaking his head at his best friend, knowing how impatient he got, and if Ethan used much more time, he would be in trouble.

"I don't know. You only asked 45 minutes ago, and it's a 20 minutes drive from here to the house. So," Harrison teased, earning a death glare from Tom.

"Don't push me Osterfield," Tom growled, looking away from him, down to his lap where he fiddled with the ring around his finger. The cold metal gliding around his finger as he twisted the ring around.

Suddenly there were a lot of noises outside the office. Raising his eyebrows he eyes Harrison who sits there with the same expression as Tom has. When a knock is heard at the door Tom mutters a come in and the door slowly opens to reveal Ethan who stands in the door opening. He doesn't come all the way in, half of his body is on the outside still.

"Here is the files boss," Ethan says with pride written all over his face. He throws the files over to the desk. Tom's eyes follow the folder as it flies from his hand and lands on his wooden desk. Looking up at the guy who stands in the door Tom raises his eyebrows silently asking him what's going on.

"What's on the other side of the door?" Harrison speaks up eyeing Ethan who clears his throat.

"Now, when I went to your house I found this girl that was sneaking around," Ethan starts looking outside the door to see the girl who was struggling against his grip.

"An intruder?" Tom furrows his brows, trying to think who could have broken into his house.

"Yeah, exactly! So I brought her here." Ethan says ecstatically. Tom's and Harrison's eyes locked, both wondering who this mystery girl is, so giving Ethan a small nod with his head he steps fully in dragging a girl in with him.

When Tom's eyes land on your body he froze. Never had he imagined that Ethan would drag you into his office. Clenching his jaw he eyes Harrison who looked equally as surprised as Tom. Standing up Harrison walks to the door and closes it.

"Ethan, sit down!" Tom says rather harsh, the smirk on Ethan's lips a bit too big in his opinion.

Following orders, Ethan sat down in one of the leather chairs in front of Tom's dark wooden desk. He felt proud of himself, feeling that he had done a good job.

Tom's eyes travel up and down your body, and his heart breaks when he sees the tears in your eyes. All he could see was red, knowing one of his men had touched you, and from what he could see, left bruises on your upper arm.

Tom motions for you to come closer to him. Rounding the table you stand in front of the love of your life. His eyes roam your body, seeing how bruises of Ethan's fingerprints had started to form sound your arms. Grabbing your hand he pulls you into his lap, stroking up and down your arm eyeing the bruises.

Ethan's confidence is starting to disappear as he sees Tom pull this girl into his lap. His heart starts to beat at an alarming pace when he sees Tom nuzzle his face into the girl's neck. Ethan looks over his shoulder and gets eye contact with Harrison who mouths him 'good luck'.

"What did he do to you?" Tom asks voice cracking as he looked you in the eyes. You could hear in his voice how broken he was that someone had caused you pain, and you loved how much he actually cares for you and how soft he is around you.

You lean into him hiding your face in his neck, your face next to his ear as you tell him everything. Telling him how you made yourself breakfast then he appeared as you walked back, how he dragged you through the house and the maids trying to warn him. How he grabbed you by your ankle and yanked you into the car as you tried to escape the car, and how he ignored your warnings. While you talked Tom strokes your back looking Ethan straight in the eyes as he listened to your voice.

Leaning back you look him in the eyes and you can see how stone hard they are, they show little to no emotion so you grab his face in both hands, forcing him to look at you and you kiss his lips sweetly. Your lips move together carefully as you kiss him with so much passion.

"B-boss?" Ethan speaks up, voice trembling with fear as he realized what a mistake he had done.

"I don't want to hear any excuses!" Tom says to him with anger in his voice.

"Get her home, Harrison," Tom says kissing you one more time before letting Harrison take you outside. Your heart longs for him and you get kinda sad that he wants you to leave, but he knows he's going to torture this guy for laying a finger on you. As Harrison (carefully) dragged you out of the office you say an I love you to Tom.

The office went silent when the door closed, Ethan sat in front of Tom shivering with fear as he now knew what a mistake he had done.

"B-boss, I-I-I swear I d-didn't know. I just thought she was an intruder, maybe someone from another mob, I, I-" he was cut off by Tom slamming his fist in the table making it, and everything on it shiver.

"Save it! I really don't give a fuck what you thought!" Tom says, surprisingly calmly. He rounds his desk now standing in front of the Ethan who clearly wanted to run far, far away.

"You know, it's a shame. I actually really liked you… but then you had to touch what’s mine."

"I didn't know, no one knows," he rushed out, regretting it the second he said it.

"I. Don't. Care. I really don't… you hurt the one person I would die for, you left marks on her. Only I'm allowed to leave any sort of mark on her, and the marks I leave are love marks, marks she thanks me for." Tom looks at the guy in front of him, eyes small and face pale with fair.

"Now," grabbing the man's jaw forcing him to look him in his angry eyes. "When I'm done with you your going to wish you were dead," Tom says with the devil's look in his eyes before Ethan's screams filled the room.

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An hour later Tom was walking up the stairs to your bedroom, were he assumed you were watching a movie or something.

No lights were on, only the light from your phone that lit up your face. Tom turned on the light earning your attention. You looked up from your phone, smiling as you saw him walk in the room unbuttoning his suit jacket and hanging it on a chair in the room.

"How are you doing?" Tom asks, now much calmer than earlier today. He walked towards you sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm fine." You say looking as he crawls towards you.

"Let me see." He says a bit more serious. You look confused at him not understanding what he wanted to see.

"Your arm, let me see your arm." He repeats himself crawling closer to you. You lift your arm letting him have a look. He gently grabs your arm, eyes scanning over the bruises that had formed. Kissing your knuckles, and kissing a trail of kisses up your arm all the way to the strap of your tank top.

"You'll be alright. No one will hurt you now." Leaning up he kissed your lips a few times before he positions himself between your leg. His arms sneaking their way under your body and he lays down on your chest nuzzling his head between your breasts.

Your hands found their way into his hair playing with his brown locks. He lets out a small moan of pleasure and nuzzles his face closer into your breasts when you start to run your fingers through his hair making you smile knowing you had this effect on the most powerful boy in the country.

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parkliet · 3 years

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Dear anon that called me a coward. I am not, fuck you. //lh

*green was answered by Wei, Red by Harley, Blue by eirynn, Pink by aydi. Sorry if it’s confusing.

1. Is there a boy/girl in my life? There is someone in aydi’s life.

2. Think of the last person that hurt you? Do you forgive them? Yes, I know I actually shouldn’t but I do.

3. What do you think of when you hear the word meow? I’ll meow back because I want too.

4. What’s something you really want right now? A beer and some love 😭

5. Are you afraid of falling in love? Yes, because it involves vulnerability and sappy stuff and I hate that.

6. Do you like the beach? Kinda, it’s not bad.

7. Have you ever slept on a couch with someone? Yes and I hated every minute of it.

8. What’s the background on your cell? The lockscreen below. The Home Screen is none of your business.

9. Name the last 4 beds you sat on? Mine, aydi’s ex’s, xyr brother’s and a friends.

10. Do you like your phone? Well if I say no I sound spoilt but I wouldn’t mind better y’know...

11. Honestly, are things going the way you planned? No, I hate everything and need death :/

12. Who’s the last person you added to your contacts? A friend from school, he found my number and I dunno how.

13. Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? Rottweiler

14. What hurts more, physical or emotional pain? Depending on what’s going on, currently it’s emotional pain being a bitch.

15. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? All I want is a date at an art museum ;-;

16. Are you tired? Absolutely exhausted

17. How long have you known your first contact? Since January 2019

18. Are they a relative? No, school friend.

19. Have you ever considered getting back with an ex? No but *some people* have and I personally find it annoying because the ex is a jerk.

20. When was the last time you talked to the person you shared a kiss with? ...yesterday

21. If you knew you had the right person would you marry them today? I don’t see why not, sure.

22. Would you kiss the person you kissed last again? No, don’t think I would.

23. How many bracelets are you wearing? Currently 2.

24. Is there a certain quote you live by? “No”

25. What’s on your mind? This really big teddy bear i saw in the store, but I couldn’t get it and I’m sad 😢

26. Do you have any tattoos? Can’t get any yet but I really want a few!

27. What’s your favorite color? Pink and green

28. Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Do you want a date or sumn?

29. Who are you texting? Currently my Classmates

30. Think of the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Yes... why are all of these about kissing?

31. Do you ever have a feeling something bad is going to happen and it did? All the time bc nothing good happens

32. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes, quite a few

33. Do you think anyone has feelings for you? From what I hear recently, I’m gonna say yes.

34. Has anyone told you you have pretty eyes? Yes and it makes me melt each time.

35. Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone else right in front of you? Not my problem, we’re not together so he can kiss who he wants.

36. Were you single last Valentine’s Day? No.

37. Are you friends with the last person you kissed? Yes

38. What do your friends call you? Whatever they want to at the time, I don’t care.

39. Has anyone upset you in the past week? Myself

40. Have you ever cried over a text? I do that a lot.

41. Where’s your last bruise located? My face, under my eye.

42. What is it from? I’d rather not say.

43. Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really badly? All the time when I have to be with people who don’t give me space.

44. Last person you were on the phone with? I don’t make calls so the last person I texted was a friend.

45. Do you have a favorite pair of shoes? Heels/boots make me feel good.

46. Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? Yea if it’s necessary or it’s a cute hat

47. Would you ever go bald if it was in style? No, I love my hair too much.

48. Do you make supper for your family? No but I can cook if need be

49. Does your bedroom have a door? Yes

50. Top 3 webpages? Tumblr.com, picrew and Pinterest

51. Do you know anyone that hates shopping? My friends like shopping but hate shopping with me bc I wanna go to every shop.

52. Does anything on your body hurt? Everywhere (not even joking) currently it’s my left arm that hurts the most

53. Are goodbyes hard for you? Depends on the person really, if you were a bully or just a bad person I won’t miss you.

54. What’s the last Beverage you spilled on yourself? Coffee

55. How is your hair? Currently curly and not set properly so my bangs look uneven ;-;

56. What do you usually do first in the morning? Lie there for a few minutes, cos I’ll probably still be tired.

57. Do you think 2 people can last forever? Yes, if they are happy with each other.

58. Think back to January 2007, we’re you single? I was 9 months old so yeah...

59. Green or purple grapes? Both suck

60. When’s the next time you will give someone a big hug? As soon as I can without the chance of death.

61. Do you wish you were somewhere else rn? Probably somewhere quiet

62. When will be the next time you text someoone? Later today bc time zones

63. Where will you be 5 hours from now? Still at home, maybe the store idk

64. What were you doing at 8 this morning? Still sleeping

65. This time last year can you remember who you liked? An ex I think, not sure

66. Is there a person in your life that always makes you smile? Yes, the tumblr mutuals

67. Did you kiss or hug anyone today? No

68. What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? “Ow my fucking head” after hitting it while trying to get comfy at 4am

69. Have you ever tried your hardest then get disappointed at the end? Yeah, happens a lot and sucked every time

70. How many windows are open on your computer? I’m on mobile but 16 tabs are open rn.

71. How many fingers do you have? 10

72. What’s your ringtone? Whatever’s the iPhone default

73. How old will you be in 5 months? I don’t know how old I am now but the body will be 15

74. Where’s your mum right now? Lol who?

75. Why aren’t you with the person you first loved or almost loved? If you are talking exes, then it’s because we weren’t happy

76. Have you held hands with someone in the past 3 days? No

77. Are you friends with the same people you were with 2 years ago? Sort of

78. Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? No

79. Do you know anyone with the name mike? Nope

80. Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms? Yes because I sleep in class a lot and my classmates let me

81. How many people have you like in the past 3 months? Between all of us, 3

82. Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 days? No, or I hope not

83. Will you talk the person you like tonight? Hopefully

84. You’re drunk and yelling at hot people from your car, your with? All my guy friends bc I’m more likely to get drunk with and I’m more comfortable doing weird stuff with them.

85. If your bf/gf was into drugs would you care? I mean I would prefer them to not but honestly it’s their life in the end. I would try to help but if I can’t stop it it’s not my problem, it would also be kinda hypocritical of me

86. What was the most eventful thing that happened when you went to see a movie? Can’t remember

87. Who was your last received call from? A missed call from my friend, I texted her back tho

88. If someone gave you $1000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? ...yeah

89. What is something you wish you had more of? Love

90. Have you ever trusted someone too much? Sadly yes

91. Do you sleep with your window open? No

92. Do you get along with girls? Yes, if they’re nice

93. Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? I’m not exactly sure if they need to know

94. Does sex mean love? Absolutely NOT, lol just bc someone is horny and wants to sleep with you, doesn’t mean they love you

95. You’re locked in the room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? Not really

96. Have you ever kissed someone with a lip ring? No but I did kiss a guy with a tongue stud...

97. did you sleep alone this week? All except one day, or was that last week...

98.do you have someone who makes you happy?Yea I guess

99. Do you believe in love at first sight? No, not really actually

100. Who was the last person you pinky promised? A friend

#this too a long time 😭 but am no coward

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wheresfury · 5 years

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Hallucinations (part one)

~Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/ Fem!reader, Carol Danvers/ Fem!reader

~Warnings: I mean language and some suggestive material and a little bit of the ol’ Daddy!kink and Mommy!kink.

~Word count: 3,857

~Summary:It's been two weeks since that night with Nat and Carol. You're dreading going back to work and facing Carol. When your boss sends you on a work trip with the one person you're trying to avoid what's the worst that can happen?

~Authors note: nsksks yeah there is no smut in this part 👀 turns out there is a lot to cover before it can happen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . Also like 98% Carol in this part. The next part will be super smutty and a little violent.(Maybe a lot idk yet hehe) I’m only about 1,500 words into it and I’m sure it will be a long one. 🙈😏 (GIFs are not mine they’ve just been in my camera roll.) Let me know what you think! Hope y’all enjoy! :)

~Previous parts to this series are on my Masterlist

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You roll over and stretch as the sun slowly peeks in through your bedroom window. You groan as you realize you have to go back to work today. It’s been two weeks since you’ve called in to take your vacation early so you wouldn’t have to face Carol. Oh god, Carol. You roll over and stuff your face into your pillow and release a scream. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t face her ever again. Not after what happened with Natalia. Not after breaking her heart, as well as yours, and just most likely traumatizing her. Not after she said you weren’t her baby girl anymore, you keep replaying that moment in your mind and it still hurts. You contemplate calling in sick when you realize you should probably just get it over with, like ripping off a bandaid, right? You sigh heavily as you roll off the bed landing on the floor. You grunt at your landing and stare up at the ceiling contemplating how your day could go, how should you greet her, should you even greet her? No that would be too awkward just a slight nod and smile should do. With one final sigh you get off the floor and make your way to the bathroom. You take a quick shower and get ready for the day, you decide on a black pencil skirt and a white blouse with red heels. As you put on your watch you see the box with the collar Nat gave you on your bedside table. You smile softly thinking of the beautiful yet mysterious woman. You grab a banana to go picking up your purse and keys on the way out. Your drive to work was long because of an accident on the freeway. By the time you drive in to work an hour late you’re slightly annoyed. You walk in and greet your coworkers that you haven’t seen in weeks taking your time to delay the inevitable. As you walk down the hallway to your office you have to pass by Carol’s, she was next in charge after you therefore your offices were next to each other. Which now you wish wasn’t the case. You see her door is open so you stick your head inside and give her a small greeting, a simple smile and wave.

“Morning, Carol.” She looks up from her computer with a frown on her face. She gives you a look over, her eyes dragging over your figure and then turns back to her computer. You scoff at her and turn away to leave.

“I wouldn’t say that outfit is work appropriate.” You turn back towards her with a look of shock, you honestly didn’t think she would talk to you.

“Excuse me, why is that?” She quirks a brow and smirks.

“You can see your nipples, Y/N. It’s distracting and very inappropriate.” You gasp as you look down and see she is in fact correct. Damn it. Luckily you have a spare shirt in your office.

“Okay well, my bad. I didn’t know. I’ll change in my office.” She clears her throat as you cross your arms trying to cover up.

“I think you knew.” You look at her with disdain.

“What, Carol, no I didn’t. I have some dignity you know.” She hums and turns back to her computer.

“No I didn’t know that, I thought you lost it all that night.” You look at her shocked and step inside her office and close her door. No one needs to hear this.

“You have something you want to say to me, Carol?” She rolls her eyes at you and doesn’t looks away from her computer. You walk up to her desk dropping your purse in the chair across from her and place your arms on the desk, leaning towards her.

“Well?” She looks up at you then with a cold glare making you step back shyly and sit in the chair, crossing your legs. She looks down at your crossed legs.

“Did that turn you on?” Your mouth gapes open at her question. You stutter out a chuckle and shake your head.

“N-No, not at all.” By the way she looks at you you know she doesn’t believe you. She’s right you were turned on, you always were when you’re around her. I mean, fuck, she’s attractive. But that look, she’s never looked at you coldly before. There was always warmth in her eyes, it wasn’t until that night that she lost some of it. You have yet to see any warmth in her eyes yet, only coldness and it kind of hurts. You miss the warmth.

“You’re a terrible liar, Y/N. There is no use trying to with me and you know it.” You sigh and look away from her to gather your thoughts.

“Listen, Carol. I’m sorry about that night, okay? You didn’t deserve it at all. I just- as important as you are to me you just can’t give me what I need in other areas of my life.” You look back at her to see her chewing on her nail looking at you in contemplation.

“What if I could?” You gape at her.

“What do you mean?” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, placing her hands on her knee. You struggle not to squirm in your chair and give her anymore reason to confirm you are in fact turned on.

“What I mean is that I’ve been doing some research, reading and watching. Mainly watching and I’ve realized some things. Like maybe I could do these things to you.” You scrunch your brows together in confusion.

“So what you’re saying is you could possibly do that to me? You’re not entirely sure though?” She nods slowly.

“Yes. That is what I’m saying.” You uncross your legs and lean forward.

“Look, Carol. You don’t have to do this okay? You don’t have to completely change a huge part of you to please me. If you’re not entirely sure that means you still have doubts and that wouldn’t work. Besides I’m kind of spoken for.” She sighs and goes back to her work on the computer.

“Yeah well your chick is fucking crazy.” You smile at the mention of Nat.

“She’s not too bad, really.” She looks at you with a straight face.

“She could’ve killed me, Y/N. Do you not get that?” You roll your eyes at her.

“Yes I do, okay? I wouldn't let her kill you anyways, she would listen to me.” She gives you a look of indifference.

“Could you confidently say she would listen to you?” You look away and stare at her wall. It took all of 20 seconds for you to realize that she most likely wouldn’t listen to you. She always calls the shots, for good reason, she has the weapons and you’re always indecisive about everything.

“No,” You sigh and put your head in your hands, “you’re right, Carol, she would never listen to me, unless I safeword. Or in the throes of passion really.” You give Carol a sheepish look as she shoots you one of disgust.

“Sorry. She’s in charge, always. That’s what I like though, you know? Someone to take charge and give me what I need. No questions asked.”

“I guess I’ll never get my chance, huh?” You pout and get up to walk around and give her a hug.

“You never know, Carol. We had fun while it lasted though, you know? You’ll always be my Daddy even if I’m no longer your baby girl.” She pulled away from the hug and leaves her arms around your waist. She gives you a small smile.

“I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I said that to hurt you and I’m sorry. You’ll always be my baby girl. No one could replace you.” Tears prickle at your eyes as you lean down to kiss her. You know you shouldn’t but you couldn’t resist her cute face. You lazily make out with her for some time before a knock at her door interrupts the kiss. You pull away from her wiping your lips to get rid of her spit as she does the same before allowing the person entrance. Wanda, your secretary, walks in.

“Sorry to interrupt but Tony would like to see both of you in his office.” You thank Wanda and tell her you’ll both be there shortly. You both looked at each other warily before making your way to his office. He turns around in his chair as you two walk in.

“Hey! My two favorite lesbians!” You both look at him with disinterest.

“Really, Tony? Come on what is it you needed from us.” He chuckles as you take charge. He puts his hands up in mock surrender as he smirks.

“Okay okay. Listen up you two we have a new, very important client who needs major help. So I’m sending you two, my best team, to help them.” Carol looks at you then back to Tony.

“Where?”

“Russia. It will be at least two weeks so pack accordingly.” You look at Carol with wide eyes.

“Two weeks?!” You slightly panic because you’re trying to separate yourself from Carol and this is not helping. Carol looks at you with a hint of sadness at your response.

“Can’t handle two weeks with me, Y/N?” Tony looks between you two with a look of delight.

“Is this a couples spat I don’t know about?” You look at him oddly.

“We are not a couple, okay. I just don’t think it would be healthy for us to go together is all.” You see Carol’s face drop and you flinch at your cold words. It’s what’s for the best, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

“That’s too bad, Y/N. You both leave tonight. So go home and get packing. Flight leaves at 8.” You sigh and nod your head making your way back to Carol’s office. You pick up your purse from the chair and turn around to find Carol right behind you.

“Geez, Carol, you scared me.” With your hand on your chest you try to calm your breathing. She looks at you with a soft expression.

“Right, Sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to. Um but I’ve got a lot to do before the end of the day. If you don’t mind?” She looks away from you awkwardly as she points to her door. You clear your throat to speak.

“Yes of course. I’ll see you tonight, then?” She nods her head and mumbled out a yeah before going to her desk. Your eyebrows cinch together as you leave for your own office. Well that was weird. The rest of your work day was a blur. You still felt a little guilty about how you treated Carol in Tony’s office, like she wasn’t human. It’s true though, what you said, it’s not good to be alone with her right now. You’ve already given her false hope by kissing her, it’s hard to resist her charm and that’s dangerous. You don’t want her to get killed. Once your day ended you quickly leave not even bothering to look and see if Carol was still in her office. Once home you go to your room and pack for two weeks worth of work. These two weeks are going to go on forever. You take a deep breath and look around for any last minute items. You see the gift Natalia gave you on your nightstand. The collar was still in the box untouched. You grab it and pack it into your suitcase, you never know when she’ll show up. You finish packing with enough time to get to the airport, you decide against asking Carol if she wanted to share an Uber. Knowing her she’s probably already at the airport. Once at the airport you check in and go through security. Once at your gate you see Carol already there with her nose in a book. You walk right past her and sit on the opposite side of her crossing your legs. Carol looks up from her book and eyes you precariously.

“Why are you sitting all the way over there, Y/N?” You sigh and look at her face weighed down with sadness.

“This is already awkward, Carol. Why make it worse?” She rolls her eyes and pats the seat next to her.

“Get your pretty ass over here, we can still be friends.” You bite your lip before realizing you were being irrational. You sit next to her and looked down at her book and you gasp.

“Carol! What the hell are you reading!” She smirks and she flipped the page of her magazine hidden inside the book to show a picture of a woman with her holes stuffed and hogtied in a bed.

“It’s this new bdsm magazine I subscribed to during my research and self discovery. I find it quite pleasurable to read.” Your face turns red at this new information and you struggle not to look at it as you quickly grow wet. Out of the corner of your eye you see her continue to peruse her magazine. You nearly jump out of your skin when they announce your plane is ready to board. You hear Carol laugh at your reaction. She packs up her magazine and heads onto the plane. You take a few deep breaths before you follow her. You’re both seated next to each other and an hour into the flight she finally stops reading her magazine. You sigh in relief, god you couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes widen as she pulls out a different bdsm magazine.

“For fucks sake, Carol, how many are you subscribed to?!” She shushes you and opens her magazine, your eyes looking anywhere but the magazine.

“I have five subscriptions to different magazines. You know, enough to keep me entertained on this flight until bedtime that is.” You look at her flabbergasted.

“Who are you and what have you done to my Carol?” She laughs and stops her flipping of pages to look at you.

“Why, Y/N, this is me. I’m still the same me as I always have been but now I know more about myself. Thanks to you and your crazy Mommy.” Your breath hitches at Nat’s preferred title.

“Oh my god.” She chuckles at your response and brushes a hand over your cheek and down to close your mouth that was agape.

“Now you hush, baby girl. Daddy’s busy.” You flush crimson as Carol returns to her magazine. It’s okay only nine more hours until you can breathe. For most of the flight you couldn’t sleep. This new side to Carol throwing you off balance. You weren’t entirely sure if she was serious or pulling one over on you. As you go to baggage claim to grab your bags you walk a fair distance away from Carol. This was all too much right now. You’ve been claimed by Natalia yet you really wanted to see if Carol could do all that to you. You shake your head and find your bags. This is dangerous thinking you can’t sleep with Carol otherwise you would definitely get her killed. Another part of you thinks well what if Nat didn’t find out. You knew she would though she knows all apparently. You see Carol waiting at the front next to your chauffeur who will take you to the hotel. She smiles at you and you nod back. You see her face scrunch up in that cute way she has when she’s confused and you internally smile. Once situated in the cab she turns towards you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” You look at her and smile at her concern.

“Yes I’m okay, Carol. It was just a really long flight and I’m kind of tired.” She nods in understanding.

“Of course we have time for a little nap before heading to our first meeting at one.” You sigh in relief and lean your head back on the seat closing your eyes. Carol nudges you awake once the cab pulls up to your hotel. Once inside you make your way to the front to check in.

“There should be two rooms under Stark.” Carol leans against the desk to speak to the concierge and you can’t help but stare. She’s wearing a two piece yellow workout outfit and it hugs in all the right places. You can peek at her abs from this view and you thoroughly enjoy it. She glances over at you and smirks.

“You got some drool right there, babe.” She points to the corner of her mouth and your eyes shoot up to hers in embarrassment as you wipe the drool off of your mouth. The concierge clears his throat making you both look to him.

“I’m sorry ma’am but it looks like there’s only one room for Stark.” You shake your head a bit and scoff.

“Tony fucking Stark. Please tell me it’s at least two beds?” The concierge shakes his head.

“No ma’am. One king.”

“Fuck.” Carol looks at you in amusement.

“Thank you, sir. We can handle one bed. We’ve done it many times before.” He nods his head and hands her the key cards.

“You have a nice stay, ma’am.” She gives him a warm smile and makes her way towards the elevator. You frown and slowly follow behind. The elevator ride was filled with so much tension it was hard to breathe. Once you two make it to your room you immediately fall into the bed.

“Wake me up when we have to go or you know don’t.” You hear Carol chuckle and climb in next to you.

“I set an alarm because I plan on sleeping too. So scooch over, Y/N.” You whine as you comply and stop taking up the entirety of the bed. You quickly fall asleep dreaming about two confusing women taking you roughly. A blaring alarm breaks you out of your dream.

“Carol! Turn it off!” You groan as you hear her laughing at your grumpiness.

“Wake up, sleepyhead, we have a meeting to prepare for.”

“Give me sleep, Carol. We are prepared.” You feel her give your ass a harsh slap and you turn around in shock. She raises her eyebrows and places her hands on her hips.

“What the hell, Carol?! You can’t just do that anymore!”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a brat and did what you were told, that wouldn’t have happened. So get up before it happens again.” You roll your eyes and get up making your way to the bathroom. Whilst in the shower you couldn’t get Carol out of your head. She was confusing you with her new found desires. Once finished you get dressed for your meeting at some company. One whose name you can’t quite remember. You walk back into the bedroom where you see Carol ready to go. She smiles at you and grabs her briefcase.

“You ready to save this company?” You return her smile and raise a hand she chuckles and meets you in a high five.

“Hell yeah!” You grab your briefcase as well and follow her out the door. The ride to the company wasn’t too long and you and Carol had a nice conversation, well argument over who the cutest Jonas brother is.

“It’s obviously Kevin, Carol. He’s definitely the sweetest as well and I would marry him in a heartbeat.” She scoffs at you.

“No it’s obviously Joe!” You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“Whatever.” She laughs and pokes your cheek.

“Aw, you know it’s true, Y/N. No need to pout.” You slap her hand away and look out the window of the car. Once the car pulls up in front of the business Carol is still laughing at her win.

“You didn’t win that argument, Carol. Lesbian opinions don’t matter.” She smirks as you shut the car door.

“Okay so your opinion doesn’t count either.”

“I’ve been a fan of theirs for over ten years. My opinion counts!” You point your finger into her chest. She puts her hands up in surrender.

“Okay okay you win.” You sigh in relief.

“Thank you. Now let’s go kick some ass. Well save some ass.” She chuckles and leads the way into the building. She opens the door for you and you make your way inside. Your mouth drops open at the beautiful interior. Carol catches up to you as you stop outside of some double doors.

“What kind of company is this again?” Carol shakes her head as you see shiny hardwood floors with barres along the mirrored walls.

“I don’t know, Y/N but maybe they have a ballet group for group bonding or something.” You shrug as you make your way to the front office. There sat an older woman with beady eyes.

“May I help you?” She says with a thick Russian accent.

“Yes we are here to meet with a Mr. Rusnak. We are here from the states with Stark Enterprise.” Her eyes widen in recognition. She points to a door down the hall.

“His office is right down there, he is expecting you.” You both curtly nod at her and make your way past her. Once at the door you hear a grunt. You and Carol both look at each other before she promptly knocks on the door. You both hear another grunt before a squealed enter makes its way to your ears. Carol raises her eyebrows as she turns the door knob. She makes her way in first and gasps you peek past her shoulder and your jaw drops. There sat Mr. Rusnak with a knife to his throat and face slightly beaten. Natalia’s head tilts in surprise.

“What a pleasant surprise, kitten. Oh look you brought Daddy with you.” Carol growls as she glares at Nat.

“What’s going on here?” You ask as you look at this situation in confusion.

“Shut the door, kitten.” You nod and shut the door. She waves her hand to the seats in front of the desk. You grab Carol’s arm and usher her into a seat. Once you’re both seated Nat digs the knife deeper into his throat making him groan as tears escape his eyes.

“You two arrived just in time. Now he won’t die alone.” Your eyes widen as you and Carol look at each other in shock.

“What the fuck is going on?” Natalia eyes Carol in disbelief.

“It’s simple, you idiot. This asshole is going to die and now you will decide how he’s going to die. If you don’t you die too, is that clear?” Your eyes widen as you look at Carol.

“Don’t do this, Mommy.” Nat smirks at the name falling from your lips.

“He has to die, kitten. You can help too if you like since you care so much for her.” Her smirk turns into a dark grin at the paleness on both of your faces. Your hand falls to Carol’s grasping it tightly.

“Shall we play a game?”

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eye-raq · 5 years

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Stop it girl

Erik X Black Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, regular shit.

Summary: Erik was tired, laying out on the floor of him and his girls shared bedroom while scrolling through his phone.

“You want me to buy you a new tapestry? I saw one the other day when I was out buying some new Jordan 1s”

Erik walked back into the bedroom with a bowl of milk, double stuffed oreos floating on the top. He had his dreads braided back fresh; his home girl had her own natural hair shop and cleaned him up nice with a fresh retwist and a tappered fade. He had on grey sweats that hung loose on his hips, and no shirt.

“What did it look like? You know I’m picky.” His girl, Blessing, was into anything bohemian with soft grunge. She had her hair in long thick dreads, soft curly baby hairs, thick lips, and a cute plump body, her chest and ass too thick for anything she wore and her cute muffin top didnt help either. She was squishy and adorable and sexy and Erik loved every roll and dip of her honey covered body. She was feisty too, and when she wanted something she didn’t hesitate.

“It has some type of galaxy shit going on, idk. Purples and pinks and blacks with these little ass twinkly stars, looked like Uranus or Saturn in the background, had a quote at the bottom of it in cursive.” He put his bowl on her nightstand before lowering to the floor with her, laying on his side before grabbing the bowl again. He stuck his index finger in the bowl, dipping the Oreos further. She was busy making waist beads, one nestled around her curvy waist digging into her love handles.

“You should have picked it up you know I love anything with galaxy shit in it.” He kissed his teeth, eyes trying to focus on the classic movie she popped in her VCR, “I cant believe you still have one of these bitches, it just got a little dust too, and it’s still functional.” His eyes lowered a fraction, sleep trying to creep up on him. That was his own fault too, staying up all hours of the night.

“It’s called taking care of shit of sentimental value instead of letting it waste away.” She spoke out, just finishing up her blue and purple one she was making for a friend her fingers were getting numb now deciding to finish later, and join Erik in watching the movie. She pushed everything to the side, crawling over to lay her head in his crotch area. Her cute chubby feet with toes painted a hot pink wiggled near his bowl. He scrunched his face, playfully swatting at her feet, “if you don’t get those fat ass feet away from me girl, looking like honey buns.” She swatted at his ass causing him to grip her wrist, “yo what I tell you about slapping my ass?”

She rolled her eyes, “and what I tell you about talking about my feet? Just for that you owe me a foot massage after work tomorrow.” Erik shook his head popping a moist Oreo in his mouth, “and what you giving me?” He tried to speak between chewing. She paused, mind in wonder, hands resting on her belly. Erik just eyed her fame, mouth watering from just the look of her thick short ass bunched up on him.

“I’ll think about it.” They both turned back to the TV, monsters ball playing and that one delicious scene almost approaching. She stole an Oreo from his bowl causing him to wine like a baby. “Ask first baby that’s all I ask okay? I spent money on these Oreos.” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, “Erik bye.”

“I’m being forreal. Everything I have don’t belong to you, girl.”

“I have about five of your hoodies in my closet right now, E. I take what the fuck I want when I want.”

Erik did a double take, dropping his Oreo back in the bowl and causing milk to splash on her legs. Growling, Blessing wipes at her legs aggressively.

“Chill out! You getting milk on me!”

Erik playfully bites into her leg, “You got five of my hoodies? Where they at?” Erik gets up from the floor, walking over to her messy closet with jeans sling over the rail and shirts hanging off the hangers. Sliding through her clothes, Erik finds all five of his favorite hoodies freshly washed and wrinkle free.

“My all black exclusive lost tribe hoodie?! You serious? I thought I lost this shit and your chubby face ass had it the whole time?!”

“Shut the fuck up with your odd shaped head! You knew I had it don’t play dumb,” Bored, Blessing decides to continue making her waist beads.

“I should throw you over my fucking knee, babygirl. You agree with that?” As mad as Erik was he decided to leave the hoodies there because they were neat and unbothered.

“Stupid ass,” he teased.

“Shut up. You’re the stupid one.”

As soon as Erik made himself comfortable on the floor, Blessing started poking him in his dimpled cheek, twisting her finger. Erik swatted her hand away every single time, finally kissing his teeth and grabbing her finger with force.

“Stop it, girl.” He shoves her hand away, causing her to laugh. This only made Blessing want to continue. She takes her chubby feet and plants them on his shoulder, wiggling her toes obnoxiously in his face. His eyes focused forward but she could see the way his jaw looked like it was going to snap from how hard he clenched it.

“You get so mad for what? I can’t mess with you but you can mess with me?”

“It’s because I’m Daddy and you do what I say.” Grabbing her foot, Erik begins to tickle her feet, that annoying screech she always made loud. Blessing yanks her legs back so bad that she kicked Erik in the head, pausing with a shocked look and a hand over her mouth. Nothing was said but the anger on his face and the reddened spot on his cheek made her laugh so hard her lungs hurt. Even through her teary eyes she could see his rage.

“Nigga, you look like you about to burn my fucking room down!” She shook her head repeatedly, “I’m so fucking humored right now; tickled.”

“Hehehe hahaha shut the fuck up.” That was his come back and it clearly went on death ears because she kept on laughing and hollering.

“Big nigga why you always mad? Chill the fuck out,” Shaking her dreads, Blessing went back to doing her waist beads.

Erik got up from the floor, seating himself on her bed to feel more comfortable. She thought he was being a sour puss but he actually had another plan. Grabbing one of her plush throw pillows, Erik wracked her on the side of her face so hard her eyes closed and her face scrunched up in ugly surprise. His laugh was the golden one, clutching his stomach and stomping his leg.

“Bro you should have seen your face! Looking like,” Erik mimicked her look before bursting into laughter again, “you mad ugly.”

She could still feel the sting like carpet burn on her left cheek. Blowing out hot air through her chubby cheeks, Blessing turned completely away from him.

“You got my fucking eye burning and my face all hot! I kicked you by accident dummy.”

“You want me to kiss it big head?” Erik tossed the pillow back in place.

“I don’t want your stinky ass lips on me ugh,” Blessing shoves his face away.

“Wasn’t saying that shit earlier when I was kissing all on you in the car,” he grabbed her by her dreads, gaining power. She fought through enjoying the force he applied by keeping a straight unbothered face.

“Stop it, girl. Stop acting like you don’t want me yanking you up and shit,” Erik kisses her temple, soothing the burn from the pillow hit. He started swinging her from side to side, humming no guidance in her ear that made her wiggle. He couldn’t sing for shit but she loved it when he sung this new song to her.

🎶 I don’t wanna play no games, play no games, 🎶

“Don’t say that last part because you know it ain’t happening,” Blessing stopped him mid song with a bitchy tone, “You don’t plan on making me Blessing Stevens I’m still gonna be Blessing Jones.”

“Forreal, B? You know I plan on making you my number one forever. Remember that time at red lobster when I fake proposed to get free cake? I can do it again but with a big ass rock.”

She smiles despite her salty attitude, “keep talking, Zaddy.”

“Nah, don’t pull that shit now,” Erik let her go, “you fucked up Blessing.”

“How?!” She pouted, “You mad at me now?”

“Yup. Turn around.”

Blessing groaned, folding her arms, “fight me.”

“Which means come fuck me.” Erik corrected.

“Shut the FUCK up.” Blessing rolled her eyes.

“Which means come eat this pussy.” Erik bit his lip to fight a smile.

“You ain’t cute. Leave me alone.”

“So basically I’m fine as fuck and you want my attention?”

“Ugh!!!! I hate you!” Blessing turned to him, ready to hit Erik upside his head but he caught her hand just in time.

“I love you too, Baby girl,” Erik gripped her chin, “you know you a bomb ass girlfriend? All that crybaby shit and getting mad only makes me want you more.” Erik gripped her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You can be mad at me all you want but your ass isn’t going anywhere. You’re mine.”

“Says who? I got options.” Blessing fucked up with saying that to him.

“The fuck?” Like flipping a light switch Erik’s aggressive nature surfaced again to make her weak. Taking his hand, he wrapped around her neck with one hand and his mouth dangerously close to her hear.

“The fuck You talking to?”

“Daddy, not you,” she rolled her eyes into her head to fake annoyance. Erik just stared at her with his hard ass eyes making her squirm.

“What you looking at?” Blessing asks with a slight roll of her neck. He just licked his lips, looking her up and down.

“What, I cant stare?” He just grabbed her up and said, “man, come here.” She followed him like she just wasn’t mad at him a few seconds ago.

“Tomorrow ima fuck the shit out of you cuz you been acting crazy lately.” Erik rested his head on the side of her face.

“Why not tonight?” Blessing was wet and horny now she needed some dick, some fucking love, her hard headed ass boyfriend.

“I’m tired, B.” His eyes did speak that into existence when she turned to look at him. She admired his handsome face even though his eyes were focused ahead and ready to close.

“...damn, yo ex dumb as fuck.” She stated, causing Erik to chuckle. Blessing turns back around, pushing her booty into Erik’s crotch. He gripped her hip to stop her but she just kept on going, rolling her hips like she spelling out coconut. Erik lets out a frustrated sigh at his dick disobeying him.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m just playing.”

“This is blasphemous,” Erik spoke in a fake surprising tone, “you’re molesting me with your phat ass.”

“Shut up you know you want me to sit this assssss on you,” Blessing spoke in a melodic tone.

“Blessing, don’t start this shit. I still got a fucking cramp in my neck from eating the pussy for an hour straight, my abs still burn from doing push ups in the pussy-“

“I don’t wanna hear that shit you got more stamina than a damn horse.”

“You don’t listen to shit!” Erik yelled in her ear, flipping her over on her back. He pinned her to the mattress, face all scrunched up.

“What, Erik? I told you i got options if you don’t give me what I want,” fighting a laugh at his frustration and anger, Blessing purposely moves her hips beneath him to force him into having wild sex.

“...Bruh im a fuck you up...you acting up...what’s your fucking problem? You need some dick? You need a hug? You need your pussy ate? You need kisses? Like tell me something.”

“You finish telling me to stop now?” She questioned while looking at him a hint in her eyes as to why she’s been acting up.

“You not getting no dick with that attitude then,” he lifted off of her, laying on the other side of the bed closest to the window.

“First of all, I’m sorry.” Her entire mood changed. She decided to act innocent even though she thought about riding the fuck out of him in that moment.

“Aight, So we good?” She chanced a look at him even though she knew that wouldn’t be successful. Erik just stared at her calmly, waiting for her response.

“Yes. We’re good. No more playing.” Blessing blinked up at Erik innocently.

“So that mean you ready to get your pussy ate again?” Erik sat up, taking his hands to pull down her bottoms. Laying flat on the bed, Blessing lifts her hips to help Erik out as he slid the right fabric from her round booty. Tossing it to the side, Erik went flat on his stomach, arms wrapped around her thighs to pull her close. Blessing shielded her face like always whenever Erik kisses her gently on her inner thighs. It was torture.

“Talking about YoU NEeD To Fix YOUrr AtiTude, first of all, nigga...eat it out of me.” Blessing couldn’t help herself. Erik slapped her inner thigh to calm her ass down but that also made her laugh. She was silly.

“Stop, B,” without a warning Erik started eating her pussy. Blessing locked up around him, doing that thing with her hands where she held him in place but at the same time pushed him off of her.

After Erik successfully shut her up and had her moaning, he laughs, looking up at her weak expression and says, “You good?”

Blessing couldn’t even respond to that smart ass remark because Erik’s mouth was back on her pussy like it never left.

“What happened to that attitude? All that make me shit? Like it ain’t shit. Like I won’t eat the fuck out your soul and fuck the attitude out your soul and never give that shit back?”

That’s all he had to say in that moment while she laid back and let his tongue crave her. Erik got her ass to stop now with his tongue flicking her clit. On the inside she battled to sass him but his tongue was hitting that spot so the shit didn’t matter anymore.

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maree-ff · 5 years

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Interlude: Late Night Fix

ANDRE

“Bro...what’s going on with you and your girl?” Tariq asked just as he passed me another shot.

I threw the shot back and juggled the glass in my hand just staring off into space. “We’re trying man. We agreed last month that we would work on us but idk if it’s working. It’s like nothing has changed. Not much anyway.” I shrugged.

“You still love her right?” He questioned just as two random broads came walking in, talking loudly to each other. Riq and I both looked over at them leaning on each other for support, clearly drunk as hell.

Throwing my head back against the cabinet I focused more so on the bottle of Jack in front of me. “There’s no question. I love that girl with all my heart. I just don’t know what more to do and neither does she. The thing is, out of nowhere she’ll call me to come over at the strangest fucking times. I feel like I’m ripping out a page from my old playbook or some shit.” I chuckled dryly.

“The hours of three to six in the morning is fucking hours.” He joked. The two women that walked in made their way over to where we were and the weird tension in the air made me uncomfortable. For some reason I’ve been feeling all types of vibes from women lately. Ever since the girls got in trouble last month, Camila and I said we would work on our relationship. She said she wanted me to move back in and I did for like two weeks. It didn’t feel the same and that hurt me. She didn’t treat me differently, our dynamic as a couple just felt off. So I’m still living by myself but I still get to see my kids everyday.

And it’s like ever since then, whenever I come into contact with other women, I get this feeling I can’t explain. I can’t explain it to Camila. Every time a woman looks at me I feel like she’s giving the eye. They’re all starting to give off that vibe like they want to throw themselves at me. I’m not sexually frustrated at all because Camila keeps me satisfied even with our struggles. But these broads out here are on some next level shit. Sometimes I do get more attention than I would like and sometimes I come in contact with chicks who make passes at me. And they’re bold too!

“What’s going on Tariq..” one of the girls asked leaning on the counter.

“Come on..I know y’all see us talking. Go back downstairs.” Riq said with an irritated look on his face.

“Ok..no need to be hostile. Everybody is just asking where the host of the party is that’s all. What about you?” The second chick spoke up boldly, making her way over to me. She hit with that look and stood next to me with her arm resting comfortably on my leg.

Cocking my eyebrow at how bold this girl became in just a matter of seconds, I pushed her arm off of me. “He ain’t interested. Kat, get ya girl before she gets her feelings hurt.” Tariq warned looking at the first girl who was still failing to win over my boy.

“Aw come on, I don’t mean any harm. I just want to talk to him. What do you say handsome? Wanna come dance with me?” She asked moving in between my legs.

On cue as if God was looking out, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I pushed old girl back some so I could reach into my pocket. Seeing Camila’s face on my screen had me rushing to get out of this messy situation. “Hey baby..” I answered boldly, staring at the girl dead in her face.

Her happy, prideful, look faded in seconds after I said “baby”. I couldn’t help but laugh internally at how hurt she looks.

“Did I call you at a bad time?” Cam asked softly.

“Nah, you called at the perfect time. Hold on just one second.” I muttered hopping off the counter and maneuvering around these drunk bitches. “What’s going on? You okay?” I asked her going into an empty room and shutting the door so I can have some privacy.

“I miss you, can you come over when you’re done with whatever you’re doing? Unless you don’t want to then that’s ok..” the silence on her end made me instantly feel guilty that she thinks I wouldn’t want to see her. This is what I meant by I don’t know what else to do. She calls me like this knowing damn well I’m gonna come over no matter what time it is.

“Why you treating me like I’m one of your old fuck buddies?” I said going to stand next to the window. I looked out at Tariq’s backyard seeing people still enjoying themselves downstairs.

“I’m not. I just don’t want you to feel obligated to come and see me.” She sighed sounding defeated.

“Baby..” I began watching Tariq come into view. He was kicking some people out for trashing his yard. “You make it sound like coming to see you is like going to work. I actually enjoy seeing your face so don’t think just because it’s two in the morning that I won’t come by. What are you doing up this late?”

“I literally..just got Ali to go to sleep. How he managed to stay up this late, I really don’t know. He’s laying in your spot now with his little ball shorts on and he’s shirtless. He looks so cute baby you should see him.” She giggled quietly.

The fact that Jorden can only sleep through a night and peacefully at that dressed like me is such an honor. I’m his comfort just like his mother is mine. I need her like he needs me. Because as I have said a thousand times before, without Camila there is no family.

Shaking my head at my sneaky and adorable son, I walked over to the door and pulled it back. I left the spare bedroom seeing no one around. “I miss that kid. I tell you what..get him in his bed and make room for me in ours.” I bargained.

“I’ll do my best. One more question..do you miss me?” She asked seriously. I pulled my phone away from my ear and glared at it wishing I could show her my face for real.

The bitch who tried pushing up on me earlier reappeared and looked my way. As she made her way over to me I couldn’t help but fight the urge to curse her out. Why? Because this same broad has been on my ass all fucking night. From the moment I walked in the door, shorty has been close behind me like a shadow.

“Yeah I miss you. What kind of question is that?” I retorted.

“I just like to hear you say it. It makes me feel good.” She mumbled, shifting around. I heard a low groan which I know came from Jorden.

“I got something else that can make you feel good too..” I smirked watching the girl’s face fall again. I love messing with bitches that don’t have a chance with me. I do this whenever I can because explaining that I’m not interested never seems to resonate with women this day and age. So any chance I get to speak to Cam in front of other women makes my day so much better. “As a matter of fact, I’m on my way right now. Be naked when I get there.” I stated proudly.

“I’m halfway there..you just have to finish the job. I’m gonna put Jorden down. Drive safely papi I love you.” Camila blew me a kiss through the phone.

“Love you too baby. I’ll see you soon.” I said my bye and hung up. Sliding my phone back into my pocket I stuck around to see if this girl would explain why she’s been on me all night. “Do you have something to say? You’ve been shadowing me all fucking night and you will not leave me alone.” I said, annoyed that I’m even standing here.

“I’m not sure. I’ve been debating all night whether or not I wanted to make a move on you but I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She said, exhaling sharply.

“That sure didn’t stop you from invading my personal space not even ten fucking minutes ago. I get on the phone with my girl and look you dead in your face and you can’t seem to take a hint. Why did you even come back up here? Fuck all that, just stay away from me if you see me again.” Throwing my hands up I walked around her and downstairs to find Tariq. “Yo..” I called getting his attention.

“You out?” He asked walking closer.

“Yeah nigga I’m out. Holla at me tomorrow if you tryna get into something.” I gave him a brotherly hug and dipped. A good nut will help shake these weird feelings. I hope.

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Closing the door behind me I took my shoes off and quietly headed to the back. I stopped by the girls’ room to check on them like I always do and gave them love. I left their room before going upstairs to see my little man. His soft snores invaded my ears the second I hit the last step.

“My fucking seed.” I chuckled quietly. Going over to the door I gripped the handle and quietly pushed my way in. Jorden was lying on his back with his hand tucked in his shorts. I leaned on the door frame just to watch him in his prime. I love this boy so dearly. I can’t believe he’ll be preschool this coming fall. It feels like just yesterday I was watching him come into the world. Now almost four years later and he’s grown so much. He looks like me, tries to talk like me, and he acts like me...Jorden is me in another life.

“He’s adorable isn’t he?” A soft voice spoke from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Camila on the last step in some of my old clothes.

“Very. How long did it take you to get him to go to sleep?” I asked feeling her hands touch my arms and slide down to my hands. Looking down to see her wrap her arms around my torso and tease like she was trying to take my shirt off. She didn’t but she damn sure made it seem as if that’s what she was getting ready to do.

“An hour. Well almost an hour. How was your day?” She quizzed, hugging me from the side.

I threw my arm around her shoulder to draw her closer to me. Being next to Mil after not really seeing much of her today has me missing her more than usual. We spoke on the phone earlier but I haven’t been by the house since early yesterday morning. “It was ok. How was yours? Anything new happen?” I asked.

Anytime we don’t get the time to sit down and have an extended talk about what’s been going on with our kids, she’ll give me a brief update. I’m at the house so much throughout the week but on days that I can’t be I still like to know if anything new is going on with my kids. Their health and well-being means everything to me.

“No. Jorden was helping me wash and fold clothes earlier. He sat on the dryer and separated a load with me. I got a little emotional because he never helps me with laundry. He’ll usually just hug my legs or sit on the floor and watch me. He’ll point out if I drop a sock or something and give it to me so I don’t have to stretch my back out so much. I’m so proud of the little boy he’s becoming Dre. He’s so helpful in so many ways and I die when he uses his manners. All I’ve ever wanted is for our kids to grow up well mannered and respectful to their family even if to no one else.” Camila explained, turning halfway around to look at our son turn over and cuddle up with his one of Zoe’s stuffed lions.

The left side of his face was squished by the toy but we knew not to touch him. Jorden is so much like me when he’s sleeping. So that means don’t touch us at all or you’re going to have hell to pay. We adjust ourselves when we’re ready.

“I love him so much. I love them all so much.” I said leaning into kiss the top of her head. I closed my eyes at the calming scent of her freshly washed hair.

“Go get comfortable, I have one last load I need to take care of.” Camila separated from me leaving me with a hard dick and a frustrated mind.

“She always does this shit.” I huffed, jogging down to the room. I peeled my shirt off the second I stepped into the bathroom heading to get the water going. I took a quick shower since she wasn’t joining me this time. When I got out I could smell some type of herb in the air that I didn’t recognize. “Always doing some weird shit Maree..” I chuckled to myself.

I stood at the sink and brushed through my hair, taking care of a few other things as well. Turning the light off and walking out into the room, I stopped in my tracks seeing Cam enter the room at the same time as me. Her body adorned this black long sleeve, part lace..part sheer, bodysuit. She eventually broke down the terminology of lingerie and what every piece is properly called. For her to be wearing something like this in black, gives off a whole new vibe that I’m picking up from her. She rarely and I mean rarely wears black lingerie, let alone a black bra. And I am living this look on her.

“That new?” I asked breaking the ice first. She nodded curtly and shut the door behind her. I heard the lock turn and that’s when I took note of everything that’s different in the room. She’s got three groups of big ass candles in various spots of the room, adding the perfect low light setting. The bedspread is red and the sheets are white. “What’s going on?” I asked again, meeting her halfway.

“I told I miss you. My dad is coming to get the kids in the morning. They’re gonna stay with him until Monday night. So..we have the house to ourselves for a couple of days.” She disrobed me of my towel and threw it behind me eagerly. Her hands hungrily pushed me to our sitting area. My back suddenly touched bases with the chair, Camila dropped to her knees and got to work immediately. Her mind is already made up about what it wants. She’s on a different level than I am and in order for us to be on the same page, she didn’t want to waste time on continuing on with her secret little plan.

Either way we both get what we want and there’s no harm done.

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vinylhazza · 5 years

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coffin: have you ever had a paranormal experience? (please do tell i love spooky stories) & graveyard: do you believe any conspiracy theories? if so, which ones? (the moon landing is fake wbk ya’ll cant reach me 😔) -rockstardolan

⚰️: yes in fact i have. I SWEAR TO TELL THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH.

lots of them. when i was little my sister and i when to my aunt jeanas farm in oklahoma and when we were laying down i kid you fucking not all the windows were closed, doors locked, and this rocking chair in the corner of this office/bedroom just continuously rocked for HOURS like someone was sitting in it. it was so quiet and all you could hear was that chair just creaking like in a horror movie or some shit. we were in a strange place and then THAT happens? nah fam.

then there was a time where my horrible mentally abusive and neglecting mother locked us in our bedroom with all the lights off knowing we were scared of the dark with no food and water for two days while my dad was out of town working his off off and while we were sitting there crying and i was having an asmtha attack the closet doors (you know those ones that like bend in the middle?) yeah well those SLAMMED open and you could just see this dark hole across the room where the closet was. we stopped crying and just stared for a minute before we got up and pounded on the door for her to come and get us. which she ignored us and told us to shut up of course so we just hugged each other and cried in the corner until the morning.

thennnnn idk if i can say this is en electrical malfunction or what but we had this house when i was about four and my sisters room was in the basement. i would always sleep down there with her cause i loved her and she was my older sister and yeknow it’s just a thing. so my brother (who was like 2) had this remote control monster truck he loved to play with. the remote was sitting on the dresser across the room. the car was off. it had been sitting by the couch for days because he was too little to go downstairs and get it and he was being annoying so my mom put it downstairs. extra ik. so while we were laying in bed getting ready to go to sleep, dad had said prayers with us already and everything and we were watching the freaking science channel idk why lol but this FUCKING TRUCK turns on and starts DOING CIRCLES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROOM mind you i’m laying on the floor because the couch was too far away from Hailey and the bed was too small so i made the sacrifice and slept on the floor on a little cushiony eggmattress and a sleepingbag. well it was doing all the bells and whistles it does and lighting up and going full speed in circles again and again and it was so fucking loud we were trying to find the remote but we didn’t wanna walk past it so we just ran to the bathroom and waited until it woke dad up so he could come and get us because my dad is my saving grace and he always has been and i love hims. so anyway he came and yelled at us for playing but we were crying to hard that he stopped yelling and just hugged us because we were blubbering that it wasn’t us and he believed us. it was still doing circles when he came down the stairs and he finally realized we didn’t have the remote.

there are more but i’ll leave it at that.

💀: i do believe in conspiracy theories a lot of them actually because some things in life just don’t make sense. and also same you’re telling me we made it to the moon on a rocket ship but there is still cancer ruining people’s lives? k lol keep believin that bull fuckery.

i’m a catholic okay? like i’m not supposed to really believe in this so you know im serious when i say this but like...you can’t tell me deja vu is a coincidence? you’ve DONE THAT BEFORE IN ANOTHER LIFE IDC IDC IDC like i truly believe sometimes in like alternate universes. it just has to be a thing yeknow? life is crazy and LIFE FINDS A WAY...i sound crazy don’t i?

also this isn’t a conspiracy it’s just truth but there are aliens out there 110% and you can’t convince me otherwise and if you think that we are the only lifeform floating in space you’re delusional :) plus we don’t know what they look like fr we just assumed they are 👽 but like...are they? lol people have their “sightings” but there are more aliens than just on one planet yeknow? you can’t just say “oh on mars” PEOPLE WE ARE JUST IN THIS GALAXY space is a massive clusterfuck of blackholes and planets unknown to us. we have no idea in our shallow self centered minds what’s truly out there. there are so many possibilities. like bitch we think the sun is massive but think of this there are stars 1,000x bigger then the sun out there. that’s huge. alsoooo why tf do we think aliens are so mean and hate us? in every movie and every book (except ET) aliens hate us...tbh they would probably be scared or many intrigued because they don’t have a reason to really HATE us anymore we are so open to them yeknow?

also...it drives me insane when people say something is endless like space has no end....how tf do they know that? have they been to the end of space? just cause you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it’s not there? that’s just a stupid thought of mine because it bothers tf out of me like...they are sO sUrE there is no end to space because it “grows” but like¿¿ the government is a lying sack of manipulating politicians and that includes NASA sooooo...how tf do we know that’s true? they think they know shit but like i said THEY CANT EVEN CURE CANCER SO STFU you’re not all that lol

...i’m insane okay that’s my answer lol love you lunalove ❤️

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if-i-want-to-dance · 5 years

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Dance with Devils headcanons for the boys going on a ghost tour with their S/O

I know I haven’t been putting much out lately. School’s just been taking it out of me. But I wanted to get something out before finals started because then I wouldn’t have anything out until the end of April in all likelihood. I’ve got ideas, just not enough energy to necessarily work on them between everything else.

In regards to my post, I’m going to just be up front here and say I’ve never been on a ghost tour. I don’t know anything about paranormal stuff except from what I’ve seen on Buzzfeed Unsolved and my very, very occasional and very, very, very quick forays into researching paranormal for fantasy stuff.

And anyone who can guess what real life ghost I referenced in Roen’s off of gets a virtual cookie lol. Urie’s is loosely based off something real too, though not a ghost story.

Rem

You squeeze Rem’s hand as you both walk forward into the next room of the old theater.

“This is where they found the stage hand after he was murdered.” The tour guide points up at the stage. “He’s harmless, but he sometimes likes to grab people’s hands, so keep an eye out for him.”

You squeeze Rem’s hand tighter.

Rem looks around the room with a thoughtful expression.

The tour starts to move forward, onto the stage.

You tug his hand.

Rem stands there a moment longer.

“Go ahead without me, I’ll be a minute.”

“Is something wrong?”

Rem shakes his head. “No, it’s fine. Just something I want to check out.”

You move forward with the tour, behind the set.

“They found the gun back here,” says the guide. “Of course they investigated, but they never found the murderer.”

A hand grabs yours.

You squeal and spin around to see Rem.

The tour bursts out laughing and your face burns.

Rem moves forward with the rest of the group, holding your hand tightly.

“Was there something back there?” you ask, too quietly for anyone else to hear. “Was it a ghost?”

Rem nods. “Don’t worry, he’s not going to bother anyone.”

Urie

He won’t say it, but he’s bored. You can tell. This isn’t scary to him, this is nothing new. He knows about ghosts and stuff.

You reach across and take his hand, shivering in the cold.

Urie takes off his jacket, draping it around your shoulders.

“The poet and the future writer used to meet here, at her mother’s grave, because their parents didn’t approve.” The guide points at the tombstone next to him, engraved with the name of a famous writer. “Some people see them there still.”

The crowd moves on, but you and Urie linger at the gravestone.

“You want to leave?”

“No, no, you’re enjoying this too much.”

“Not enough to stay if you’re not enjoying it.” You shrug.

Urie smiles and pulls you into a hug.

You step off the grave and wrap your arms around him.

“If you aren’t liking it... I can think of many other things we could do. There’s that restaurant that’s open still, if you’re hungry.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something move.

A little girl is staring at you. She squeals and runs away. “Mommy! I saw the ghosts!”

Urie chuckles. “Let’s go. Leave them with a memory.”

He snaps his fingers, and you’re both standing in the street in front of the restaurant.

He kisses you on the cheek. “A cemetery isn’t the place for romance. Let’s go.”

Mage

Mage puts an arm around your shoulders.

You fight back a yawn as the tour guide goes on and on. The tour guide is boring, the room is too dark to see anything...

Cold, cold fingers brush against your legs. You gasp in surprise.

Mage whips around, glancing around the room.

A long twisted, shadow stretches across the walls.

Someone screams.

Mage pushes you behind him, charging towards it.

Lightning shoots out, hitting the shadow, which writhes and twists in agony.

You close your eye momentarily against the light. When you open them again, Mage is standing in the middle of the room, the tour guide and tour staring aghast.

Mage walks back across the room to you. “You okay?”

You nod. “You?”

“You bet.”

He picks you up and snaps his fingers, opening a portal.

A moment later, you’re both at home in your bedroom. Mage sets you down on the edge of the bed.

“...I guess they’ll have a story to tell after tonight.”

“Did you see that guy’s face?” He ruffles your hair. “He won’t be back to bother me on a date again.”

You both lie back on the bed.

“Thank you, Mage.”

“You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine.”

Shiki

Shiki just sits and listens to the fake medium go on about the presence in the room.

He yawns loudly, drawing the glares of those around you.

You give his hand a squeeze. “I know this is stupid, but we paid money so let’s just stay a little longer. I doubt we’ll actually see anything, but we could wait a bit longer.”

Shiki’s eyes light up mischievously. He lets go of your hand and pushes his way out of the crowd.

You groan internally at your partner’s inability to sit still and pay attention to anything that isn’t a painting for five minutes.

“Let’s see if the spirits have anything to say to us now.” The medium walks to the window. “I’m getting something faint...”

The air grows cold - freezer cold, and all of your flashlights go out at once.

Something shoves you hard in the back. You stumble forward, smacking into the person in front of you. “Sorry! Someone just pushed me.”

Another person gasps.

The lights go back on.

The medium’s face is absolutely white.

“I... well. I suppose the spirits aren’t in a good mood tonight. Let’s move on, shall we?”

A moment later, fingers entwine around yours.

You look back to see Shiki.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and grins. “That was exciting, wasn’t it?”

You shake your head, turning it to the side and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Lindo

Lindo’s an exorcist, okay? This stuff is his life. He has the fakeness of this ghost tour called the moment they bring out the little box radio that’s supposed to pick up ghost voices I think they call it the spirit box on Buzzfeed Unsolved but idk.

He glances over at you and rolls his eyes as the little box produces static which sounds vaguely like words. “It’s just picking up stuff from radio channels and stuff.”

You roll your eyes back. “Want to leave?”

“No, I want to see if anything real actually shows up.”

Though you were both talking softly, the guy with the box looks directly at you. “You have something to say to my face, buddy?”

Lindo shrugs and says nothing.

The guy glares at him and says nothing. “Anyway...”

You can feel annoyance coming off the people around you.

You beam your flashlight around the cemetery.

A twisted shadow moves across a nearby tombstone, halting in place.

You glance around, but no one is in your way to cast the shadow.

You grab Lindo’s hand.

He sees the problem the moment he turns.

He gives your hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. Just an imp. That one isn’t powerful enough to do anything but watch.” He takes your flashlight. “I’ll keep an eye on it.”

You see another shadow. And then another.

Lindo tenses. “Stand behind me.”

“What, dude? Fake ghost tour too scary for you?” asks the tour guide.

Lindo points over at the moving shadows in the beam of light.

The tour guide turns white. “Oh... That’s not funny.”

“It’s not a joke.”

The tour guide yelps and spins around. “Ouch! Who - ” There’s no one behind him.

He takes a deep breath.

“Keep going with your tour, I’ll take care of this.” Lindo walks towards the shadows. “O ye who lurk in darkness - ”

They scatter immediately.

Lindo lowers the flashlight. “I think I’m calling it a night. Those are harmless, by the way. Oh, and that spirit box is just picking up stuff from radios, for those who were curious.”

You both walk away into the graveyard, Lindo chuckling. He puts an arm around you and ruffles your hair.

“That guy’s face was hilarious.”

He laughs. “Come on, let’s make those ghost cupcakes you found the recipe for. They’ll be realer than anything that guy put on his tour.”

Roen

Roen is annoyed with this whole tour. It’s fake and ridiculous. Why did you insist on this for your date...

“It’s not too much longer, Roen.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“I know. But we’re almost at the end so there’s no point in leaving now.”

Roen sighs and says nothing.

The tour guide goes on about the death of the chambermaid who had fallen to her death from a missing fire escape when she stepped outside for a smoke break. “Some of the visitors see her wandering the halls above still -”

Roen raises his hand. “Is it true that sometimes the lights in this hallway flicker and go out from her presence?”

“Yes.”

“I heard that she sometimes likes to come back and visit the other ghosts.” Roen’s eyes are gleaming light blue and his tone is a bit ominous.

“I...” The guide takes a step back.

The crowd starts noticing and backing away from you.

“She said she likes to be here and she doesn’t like having her work disturbed.”

The guide turns white. “Who are you?”

Roen smiles.

The lights go out.

Screams erupt around you in the darkness. A hand takes yours. “I think it’s time to leave now.”

A chill runs down your spine and then you’re standing outside under a street light.

“You terrified that poor tour guide.”

“It’ll give them something to remember this evening by.” He offers you his arm. “I think that tea shop with the blueberry scones is still open down the street, shall we?”

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sweet-little-bird-fanfic · 6 years

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YOUNG K - Pure Desire

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link. Idk why but posts with links don't show up on the tumblr's search feature anymore. So, I'll leave the link to my master list there, where you can find the other chapters easily. I hope this is still functional for you guys, sorry for the trouble. I hope you can still enjoy my work despite the technical issues.

Summary: A young writer that’s struggling with her work until she crosses paths with an intense and fated new type of inspiration; An inspiration called: YOUNG K!

Genre: Fanfic; Romance; Smut (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Warnings: Swearing? ; Masturbation;

Chapter 5 - Helping Hands

Young K

I was laying in bed laughing at Jae who was trying to explain the meaning of some English expressions to Dowoon, he was surely trying really hard but the younger member was simply mocking Jae.

- Do you understand now, Dowoon? – Jae asked in a desperate tone.

- OF COURSE! - Dowoon said nodding as he tried to hold his laugh and made everyone else almost spit their lungs.

- From now on you're not drum. You're dumb. Understood? – Jae said sarcastically.

- OF COURSE. I'm drum! Very sharp, Jae!

Every member of DAY6 was now crying from laughing, except for Jae who was pretending to be done with the situation even though he was struggling not to laugh himself too. And it was when our loud laughs started to fade that we heard aggressive screams from downstairs. We rushed to the stairs to check what was going on, but no one dared to set foot in the living room when we saw the Kim brothers arguing. Kim Joon (little bro) was red from his neck to his ears and his veins were popping from screaming so harshly. Kim Jii (big bro) just kept running his fingers through his hair and sighting from irritation. And then there was Violet with tearing eyes and red cheeks between them, trying to make them stop fighting and making sure the argument wouldn't go above verbal attacks to physical ones.

- You think because you're my little brother I'll hold back? You're wrong! You deserve a beating to see if you understand where your place is. When will you grow up and stop being selfish? Useless brat. – Kim Jii (big bro) said hitting Violet's shoulder with his chest.

- Hey, that's enough. Stop! – Violet screamed placing a trembling hand against his chest.

- It's fine, Noona. We're done talking anyway. – Kim Joon (little bro) said as he looked at us and locked his eyes with mine.

Everyone was worried, we've never seen the brothers fight. But as for me, I was more worried about the fact that Kim Joon (little bro) was looking only at me. His eyes hid a burning anger that could explode at any moment and I had a vague idea from where this wrath was coming from: he was suspecting there was something going on between Violet and I and he surely didn't seem to like it.

- Is everything okay? – Jae asked making Violet jump since she wasn't aware of our presence.

- Yeah, everything is fine... right? – Violet looked at the brothers with eyes filled with worry and guilt.

- Yes. – Kim Joon (little bro) said abruptly – I just wanted to play some games, but Kim Jii doesn't let me because the games are in your room, guys.

- That's hilarious. Are you fucking serious? Making me the bad guy, now? – Kim Jii (big bro) said incredulous.

Kim Joon (little bro) walked in our direction as he let his older brother behind speechless and furious with his attitude.

- It's totally fine. You can play in our room whenever you want Kim Joon. – I said as I patted the kid's hair when he passed beside me at the staircase.

- Seriously, Hyung? – he said as he bumped his shoulder against mine with an aggressive tone to change it in the next second when he approached all of us with a sweet smile - Thanks, guys! Sorry for the trouble I caused tonight.

He disappeared upstairs as Violet whispered to Kim Jii (big bro) loud enough for me to hear it:

- Was that really about video games?

- Yeah, I'm in a bad mood. I guess I was too hard on him. – He patted her hair and squeezed her cheeks – Don't worry about it. He was just talking rubbish.

Violet looked a little suspicious at the obvious lie, though she said nothing.

Kim Jii (big bro) went to the kitchen and Violet looked at me trying to hide her remorseful expression while we all climbed upstairs. Even though I was somehow amused by the young boy's attitude towards me, her watering eyes made my heart feel heavy and my conscience stabbed me as a punishment for my bawdy behaviour.

- Good night, guys. I'll see you tomorrow. – she said to all of us before heading to her room.

As my band members were getting in our room the last door of the hallway, which was Kim Joon's (little bro) room, was opened abruptly and still startled all of us.

- Noona, can you correct my English homework? Please.

- Sure, I'll be there in a minute. Let me just changed into my pyjamas. - she replied as she closed her bedroom door.

Kim Joon stopped smiling the moment it was only the two of us in the hallway and the atmosphere became suffocating. The way he looked at me was really hostile and I knew if he could, he would kick my ass for touching his big sister. I was then, one hundred per cent sure he knew there was something going on between Violet and I... and he didn't like it at all. But instead of feeling completely threatened by his attitude, I had to control my urge to laugh at him since his behaviour just showed me that he loved his big sister and that he was only a kid. That alone should've been more than enough reason for me not to indulge in his fight. And even though I knew that, for some unknown cause, I couldn't stop myself from making sure he knew where I stood and ended up slightly provoking him:

- Goodnight, kid. – I smiled and went to my room.

I knew the word "kid" burnt his soul as I pronounced it, but even though I felt a bit amused I was somehow annoyed with the situation he created. I couldn't think straight, my mind was a mess and I definitely didn't have to treat Kim Joon alpha's teenager attitude as a real threat but I still acted in defence at the end.

I laid on my bed resting my head against a pillow and looked at the ceiling as I felt Jae lay next to me.

- Have you been misbehaving, Brian? – Jae said tickling my belly suggestively.

- I think I've been behaving very well. – I said messing with his hair.

- I wonder why I don't believe you? – He said before I buried a pillow against his face and whispered "shhh".

Even though my thoughts were all tangled, and I couldn't decide in what to think about at that moment, there was an image which kept popping out in my chaotic mind: her worried face and watering eyes.

We spent some time playing video games and watching some videos online, but it didn't take long until everyone started to get ready to go to bed and that's when I heard someone closing a door from outside. I jumped out of the edge of my bed and muttered before leaving my band members in our shared room:

- I'm gonna take a shower.

- Dry your hair! - Sungjin shouted.

- Bri – Jae was going to say something, but I closed the door abruptly cutting him mid-sentence.

Violet gasped and held her hand against her heart when she felt my presence behind her.

- Shit, you scared me! – She said patting her probably accelerated heart.

- Shhhh, keep it down. – I said looking at Kim Joon's (little bro) door at the end of the hallway and then looked at hers as she pressed her body against it and looked at me with intoxicated eyes filled with uncertainties. She tensed up as I got closer to her and placed my hand on the door handler. – Can I come in, Violet?

- No? – she said more like a question.

- Not very convincing. Can I come in, Violet? – I asked caressing her cheek gently as she blushed.

- Y-yes ... – she whispered looking at her younger brother's door with a worried expression.

- Is he asleep? – I asked her and kissed her forehead as she nodded in answer to my question.

I held her in my arms and pushed her inside, as I opened the door my senses were invaded by a soft aroma of red berries and fresh flowers, it smelled exactly like her and that made me involuntarily bite my lower lip. I took a deep breath trying to find a way to think rationally. Her room was spacious and elegant in the tones of different light blues, there was a king size bed, shelves filled with books probably organized alphabetically, a big closet, some stuffed animals, candles here and there, everything was really simple and organised, except for the huge desk adorned by research papers, sticky notes, millions of pens, notebooks and a laptop.

After I quickly analysed her room and tried to calm down a little, I focus my attention only on her once again. We stood there holding each other for a few intense minutes, I could feel her trembling hands at the end of my back as I held her face in my hands and caressed her tender lips with my thumb.

– Should we lock the door? – I asked and saw her look at me anxiously – Just in case.

She nodded her head in agreement and let me go so I could lock the door. As I turned around and got back to her embrace, I run my hands through her concupiscent body and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around me. Violet hugged me tight and played with my hair as I led us to her bed. I sat on it and she hugged me even tighter, hiding her face against my shoulder.

– You won't let me kiss you, again? – I asked softening her curls with my fingers and felt her release a deep sigh.

She grabbed the hem of my shirt and locked eyes with me as she bit her delicious lower lip.

– You seem to be feeling better. – she said quietly.

– Yeah, I got some V vitamins this afternoon. But I would like some more, please. – I said making her come closer to me grabbing her waist.

She leaned towards my lips for my surprise and pressed her soft lips against mine, kissing me nervously, pricking my self-control and awakening my shameless desires as she made me thirsty for more. She stopped and looked away.

- I think Kim Joon knows about...– I saw her struggle with words as she nervously played with her fingers. - You know...

- Yes, I'm more than sure he knows to be honest. – I replied as she stiffed on my lap - It's okay, he's just protecting his big sister. He's not mad at you. – I said playing with her hair.

- I think he hates you now. - she laughed at me.

- You'll compensate me for that, right? – I asked biting her lip and kissing her marked neck. – Shit, why is it so purple? – I said surprised caressing her neck as I made her moan with the pain.

- You got a little excited when you bit me, today. – she said trying to sit comfortably on my lap – Or maybe you bit me hard when you got excited. I'm not sure which way was it.

I couldn't avoid laughing at her. Violet was too cute to be true, but yet, there she was sitting on my lap, driving me crazy and making me drunk in her flowered scent mixed with red berries. I wanted to stop playing games right at that moment and wished to hold her and push her down and make her mine. But talking with her with no rush, so naturally, so tenderly and so close to each other without her usual attempts of running away from me seemed more than enough for the night, at that moment at least.

- I don't think I bit you that hard. You're too sensitive. - I teased her as I kissed her bruise softly and felt her twisting on my lap.

- Well, next time don't bite me where everyone else can see it. My hair barely covers it.

- What? – I asked as she looked confused at me – Oh dear, did you just asked me to bite you? In hidden places, Violet? – I accused her and pushed her down against some pillows, pressuring my body on top of her.

I gave her a smooch and trailed her body with wet kisses.

- Is this a good place? – I asked with my lips rubbing her left nipple still covered by her pyjamas' shirt as I spoke – No? How about here? – I place my lips against her belly and rubbed my lower lip on it and kept going lower, reaching her inner tights – Found the perfect spot, Violet! What do you think?

I moved her pyjamas' shorts slightly and bit her inner thigh, Violet covered her mouth to suppress the moan she let escape and looked at me with an apprehensive look. I went back to her lips and kissed her deeply as I pressed my leg between hers. She broke the kiss searching for air and whispered against my lips:

- Everyone's home. We shouldn't...

- Obviously, because a certain someone here is too loud. – I teased her and got slapped on my arm as result.

- Whose fault is that!? Get out! Get off me! You ... – she stopped talking once I cuddled up to her from behind, making her head rest on my arm and intertwined my free hand with hers. – What are you doing?

- Getting comfortable, you don't like it?

I kissed her head even though she didn't reply to me. I just wanted to enjoy this moment as much as possible. I didn't want to impose myself to her as usual, I wanted her to accept me and to relax with me. I knew she was feeling guilty because of her little brother and I couldn't get her troubled expression out of my mind.

Though, despite the fact of wanting to make her feel at ease, I was struggling to control myself. Having her in my arms was amazing but after all we've done, even though nothing big had happened yet, it was pure torture and I could feel my body temperature rise up already and surely not because of the cold.

Her breathing was getting heavier, I guessed she was nervous with all this too. But she wasn't pushing me away or saying anything, which made me hope she was enjoying this moment with me.

- Are you going to sleep here? – she managed to ask.

- If you let me... – I replied kissing her neck.

- Are... are you going to be able to sleep like this? – she pronounced the last word in a weird way for some reason.

- Yes, it's comfortable. You don't like to cuddle? – I asked trying to suppress my desires.

Violet turned around in my arms to face me with eyes mixed in hesitance and expectations. She held her breath nervously and bit her lip as she looked down.

- I meant... are you going to be able to sleep like this? – she asked as she trembly grabbed the huge bulge that was forming inside my pants with her hand, making me realise that it had probably been rubbing against her butt for a while now.

- Fuck, sorry! I swear I didn't mean to, this time. I know you're feeling troubled and I just wanted... – I spoke fast and got interrupted by her tempting voice.

- I would never be able to sleep with your dick flinching against my butt.

- Sorry, I'll go... – I said as she stopped me from getting up.

- Do you want to take care of it? – she asked hiding her face from me.

- Yeah. – I said drunk in lust already – Do you want me to take care of it?

Violet nodded releasing her hand from my hard on and placing it against her accelerated heart. I could feel her squeezing her thighs together as she stared at the huge tent in my pyjama pants.

- Do you want me to take care of it? Here? – I said groaning with my lips against her forehead – You little pervert...

I pulled her closer with the arm that was under her to teaser her a bit, I felt her breathing changing when she almost touched it with her body. I was done playing good boy and she was the one who asked for it, so she'd better be prepared to face the consequences of her wishes. I slid my hand in my pants and made them slide down a little so she could see my boxers. I lead my hand inside my boxers and saw her bit her lip when I grabbed my hardness and started to stroke it slowly, increasing the feeling of fullness and blood rush coming from it. The fact that she was watching me masturbate was making me more excited and even more sensitive, I could feel my tip twitching harder at each stroke. My length was now even bigger, making it hard to move and impossible to keep my growth inside my tight boxers. I guessed, she understood my struggle when she slid the tight piece of cloth that was covering my dick, revealing then my full boner. I saw her covering her mouth with one of her hands when she saw my entire member and I could swear I heard her mutter the word "fuck" when she placed her other hand between her legs. Violet bit her finger struggling and observing me quietly. I pulled her into my mouth and kissed her as I kept touching myself which made me close to the edge when she softly moaned against my lips.

- Violet. – I whispered.

- Yes? – she moaned within heavy breaths.

- It's okay to touch yourself, you know? – I asked as I pressed my knee against the hand she had placed between her legs a while ago – Or are you trying to torture yourself?

Violet didn't reply to me with words, but she soon placed her head against my chest covering my field of vision to our lower bodies. Her body tensed up against mine and that's when I heard juicy sounds coming from her side. She had barely started to stimulate herself but the sound of her fingers rubbing against her core were so clear, so squishy and slippery already, letting me know she was dripping wet right next to me. I heard her increasing her pace and so did I after grabbing her chin and evolved her in a messy kiss.

- Fuck, Violet! You're cruel. – I sighed into her month – Why am I the only one who can't see?

She looked up into my eyes and stole a small kiss from me as the wet sounds stopped popping.

- What's wron...

- Let's switch. – she interrupted me taking her shorts off and making my boxers and pants slide down completely with her foot.

I saw her struggle as she tried to take off her panties, so I grabbed them and pulled them down myself. A thin sticky wet tread formed from her pussy to the soaked fabric of her underwear.

- You're so wet, Violet! – I said without thinking to see her hide a nervous laugh – We're still switching, right?

- Yes, l-let's do it. – she whispered and sat on my lap.

- You're so brave sometimes. – I said sitting up and grabbing her ass – Don't run away after this, okay?

She nodded and shivered as soon as I rubbed my fingers against her clean wet core. God, how she was wet! I started caressing her sensitive folds and spread them a little with two fingers, I moved them around in circles to find her clit and teased her with my thumb. She moaned as she involved my girth with her hand making me involuntary gasp and slam my hips up, she grabbed it firmly and started to tease my tip with her thumb, I guess that was payback from messing with her clit. Her cold hands around my aroused manhood felt amazing. I could feel the pleasure concentrating together at the end of my loins in anticipation for an explosion when her hand got sloppy and she started to swirl on my fingers.

- Here, let me make it easier for you. – I whispered to her ear as I grabbed her hips and dragged my cock against her wet pussy, spreading her juices all over it.

Violet moaned and grabbed my neck tightly with the feeling of my thick member pressing under her soaked sex. I just wanted to crash my front deep inside of her, drown ourselves in pleasure and lose our senses to each other. But it didn't feel the right moment to do so, instead, I continued with what we were doing.

- There... – I said against her lips, leading her hand to grab my dick now covered with her wetness – Natural lube for my princess.

Before she could protest, I deep two fingers into her clenched core and made it quake with the sudden invasion. Her walls were tightening with each move as well as her grip on my dick, she kept jerking me off harder as I explored her slippery insides. When I tried to insert a third finger I felt her stiff on my hand.

- No, wait... It's been a while since I-i-ah! – she tried to say as I stretched her walls when a loud moan escaped from deep inside of her.

She kept her hand going up and down around my length, faster and faster as I felt her walls stiffen in expectation of the rising orgasm she was conquering. Her body trembled violently and she fought to stand still on my lap, I pushed her down and her shirt rolled up revealing her soft belly. She wrapped one of her legs around me and kept stroking me with her delicate hand. As an orgasm crashes over her and her fluids make a mess out of my hand, I desperately kissed her trying to stifle her loud moans. I broke the kiss to let her breath, but she pulled me back towards her mouth and kissed me wildly as she tightened her strokes around my dick. I grabbed her neck as she made my lower body rush in adrenalin with the gathering of a throbbing feeling growing within me begging to be released.

- Fuck, Violet. I'm gonna co... - as I pronounced those words she grabbed my tip roughly and pressured it with her thumb, making me explode in pleasure as she stroked me up and down and I came on her belly, making a mess out of it.

We tried to find our breaths and stared at each other, I smirked and kissed her when I saw her face turn into a red shade. I kissed her slowly with no rush, devouring her taste with my caring famished tongue.

- Now, you're blushing. Seriously? – I asked smiling against her lips.

She played with my cum on her belly, spreading it with her middle finger and led it to her mouth as she sucked it with her delicious swollen red lips.

- Hot. – I murdered to her ear and bit her earlobe.

- Salty. – She said licking her finger as I took some tissues from her bedside table to clean the mess I made of her stomach.

I supported myself on my arm and stared at her adorable blushing face, we kept staring at each other for enough time to make it a bit awkward. But this atmosphere was broken as soon as Violet laughed and hugged my chest.

- I'm just going to take a five minutes shower, okay? – she asked sitting up.

- Okay. – I said playing with her fingers as she kept looking at me.

- See you in a bit? – she said quietly, probably afraid of what I could answer.

- Of course, I'll be here. Hurry up, princess! – I said slapping her ass before she left.

I figured she would take much longer than five minutes and so I decided to take a quick shower myself too. She went to the bathroom downstairs and I used the one upstairs. I finished quickly and way before her, so I waited in her room. Since she wasn't there, I took the opportunity to explore it properly. It was really tidy and organised, apart from her desk that had papers, notes and books everywhere. I had heard Kim Jii (big bro) saying Violet was having a hard time with her writing the other day, so I couldn't help but read some of the lost papers that were on her computer's keyboard. When I touched them her laptop lit up, I probably touched the mouse without realising. When I looked at the screen there was a writing document open, I sat on the table and started reading it. It was interesting and I found myself reading it without wanting to stop, even though I'm not the biggest fan of reading. Her writing was exactly like her: pure and intense at the same time. I was betting her writing made people lie to themselves and say things like "just one more chapter and I'll sleep". I was being absorbed with her words when the scene started to get tempting and provocative, making me excited as I kept reading. Especially when the sex scene was strongly inspired by what had happened in the kitchen and living room between us, the only difference was that the characters had actually had sex and we didn't. "Maybe I should take notes" I joked to myself.

I heard the door being locked from behind me and heard her run toward my direction, Violet hurried to close the laptop and placed it far from me.

- Please tell me you didn't read it all! – she said with her cheeks burning red.

- I'm glad to see you're not struggling with your writing anymore. – I teased her and she run towards her bed to hide under the blankets.

I sat next to her and uncovered her face, her eyes were shining in embarrassment but the fact that she was letting me touch her was making me the happiest guy on the planet.

- You know if you wanted me to fuck you like that, you could've just asked for it. – I said annoying her before provokingly kissing her lips.

- Young K ... – she whispered and created some space under the blankets for me to lay down next to her – You smell nice. – she said as she laid down against my chest.

- I took a shower while you were gone.

- You should dry your hair. – she said in a sleepy voice.

- Goodnight, princess. – I said kissing her head softening her hair and feeling a feverish heat to start invading my body once again as I fell asleep next to her.

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My muscles were hurting, and my body felt heavier than normal as I tried to move in bed under the soft blankets that smelled like Violet. I smiled as I thought of her and felt my heart race when the memories of our night got back to me. I searched with my hand to try to find her next to me, but her spot was empty and cold which made me feel a bit disappointed. The thought of waking up next to her was still a mere captivating dream. I sat up in bed and reached to my phone on the bedside table. "Wait... my phone?!" I thought to myself trying to find a possible explanation. As I unlocked the phone a heat of panic run through my entire body, it was 2 pm and I was sleeping. Sleeping in Violet's bed and as anyone could guess totally not at work!

I turned on the Wi-Fi and my phone became a Christmas tree with all the different notifications and pulse lights. My head was about to explode and I was slightly afraid to open the text messages:

Group Chat – DAY6

Members: Drum, Pink Sweater, Bob, Twitter God, Identity Crisis

Drum: Situations like this are the reasons I can't understand why Sungjin got mad at me when I said I would take my pants off if mydays asked me to!

Pink Sweater: DOWOON. yNO! Yes... no, you can't!

Bob: Dowoon does have a point on this one. Explain yourself @ IdentityCrisis!

Twitter God: BRIAN! Did you pretend to be sick to get in her bed?! You broke the Jaehyungparkian code, bro.

Identity Crisis: I'm so confused. Can you guys fill me in? You seem to know more about this than me. Ahah

Pink Sweater: Violet said she saw you heading downstairs when she went to the toilet

Drum: Don't worry, we think you were wearing your pants. Of course!

Bob: She said you looked like you were going to faint and since you were really sweaty, she just guessed that your fever was back at full force and told you to rest in her room. Because she didn't want to wake up the rest of us.

Twitter God: Yeah... we even saw her bring some wet towels from there. She probably nursed you even though you're so mean to her WHICH MAKES ME SUSPICIOUS! I GOT MY EYES ON YOU.

Identity Crisis: Sorry for causing troubles, guys. AH CHICKEN LITTLE, JAEHYUNGPARKIAN RULES! I LOVE YOU

Bob: It's all good at work. Just rest and get better!

Twitter God: I lobster you!

Identity Crisis: I love you too!

Twitter God: I love* you!

Identity Crisis: I love you too!!!!!!!!!

Twitter God: I love you too!!!!

I looked around trying to figure out how Violet managed to actually make them believe I didn't sleep here. I was lucky my band mates probably fell asleep right after I went to "take a shower", I was ought to be more careful. "Or maybe they're just pretending not to know", I thought to myself as I got out of her bed and dragged myself downstairs, there was a strong herbal aroma in the house that led to the kitchen. When I walked in, I saw her in a huge hoodie that made her seem really small, her hair was tied up in a messy bun with some curls trying to escape and adorning her face, her dark circles were even more evident than yesterday. And I will never understand why I found her so beautiful, even though she looked like a mess. I was pretty sure I created that look on her, maybe I was simply proud of the mess I made but the truth was that my heart was completely filled with her and it was threatening to jump out of my chest when our eyes met and her lips parted in a kind smile.

- Morning. – she said as a pink reddish shade invaded her cheeks. – You're a troublemaker, you know?

- Morning. – I said breaking into a laugh – Sorry I caused such a scene. I kinda heard what happened. – I said as I shook my phone in the air.

- DAY6 were so worried about you that they didn't even try to consider what I told them could be a lie. – Violet said as she gave me a mug – Drink this, it's tea. I heard it's good for colds.

Our fingers touched slightly when I tried to grab the mug on the table, I saw her hesitate as she closed her hand trying not to touch me, but she didn't move it away from mine completely or tried to create any distance whatsoever, so I gently caressed the soft skin of her hand and made her open it as I intertwined our fingers together. Violet held her breath and tenderly squeezed my big hand as I made her go around the table and pulled her into my arms. I played with her curls and tried to make them go to the right place, but they just ended up bouncing to the initial spot. She shook her head trying to make me stop playing with her hair, as she smiled shyly and looked at my lips. I couldn't stop a smirk from appearing on my face and I bit my lip trying to make it less obvious how much I wanted to kiss her too. I run my hands through her back and felt her cold hands embracing my neck as her thumbs fondled it and made me shiver. Her lips were starting to get moistened as she kept biting them with the expectation of my kiss.

- Go ahead, kiss me. – I provoked whispering to her ear – You've done it before, didn't you?

Violet tried to pull away, but I stopped her grabbing her hips as I lifted them and made her sit on the table. We both laughed remembering our first naughty table kitchen interaction together, but this time was different. We knew exactly what we wanted to do and we were done trying to fight the urge to take each other. She leaned her head towards me and bit my lower lip, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.

- Sorry, I don't want to catch your cold. – she said provoking me with her lustful eyes.

Violet kissed my cheek slowly and explored my neck with her lips, creating an erotic sound each time her lips left my deprived skin. Her touch was soft and made me crazy, my skin was burning from how much I wanted to get lost in her arms.

- I think it's too late to worry about that. – I said as I pulled her into a greedy kiss and felt my body being invaded by an electric sensation filled with desire and insatiable thirst. – I managed to do all sort of things to you even though I was sick. So, what do you think it's gonna happen to you when I get back to normal?

- Oh, fuck. – she said teasing me with eyes filled with a lewd craving desire.

- You got that fuck part right.

A/N: I hope you liked it, guys! EHEHEHEHEHEHEH

See you next time,

Love From Sweet Little Bird.

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gh0stlyfixation · 6 years

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Godmother Part two

Requested: i!! May i request a Klaus x reader? I was thinking it could take place after he escaped marcel after the 5 years and when he comes back he falls in love with hopes godmother? She met haley while klaus was away and is a witch or werewolf you decide😁. She immediately bonded with hope and became close with haley and is super nice. He falls for her kind heart blah blah blah 😂 Maybe she even helps train hope and helps her bond with klaus idk you can mix it up Thanks so much love 💖💖💖

Part one

When you were young you had five siblings. Tabitha, Roman, Elizabeth, Henry, and Julius. You were the second oldest in between Tabitha and Roman. Your family lived liked the Mikaelsons. Your father was like Mikael but he was much worse than Mikael.

As much as your father loved his two oldest girls, he was set on punishing anyone who crossed him or misbehaved. He was known to kill. He was known to beat. Even his own kids. You never witnessed any of it for yourself as you behaved and did anything told.

People would pay him to kill anyone they wanted. He was a powerful man. A warlock. You were the only child to inherit the power of a witch. Your siblings were more of a nonsense to him.

He chose you to perform spells. You believed the balance of nature shouldn't be tampered with, but your father had his own plans. Your father was using you. With his powers and yours, you two were unstoppable.

He wanted to be immortal and the only way was to kill his own. He chose the weakest one, Julius. The youngest and you're favorite.

Your father had him in chains against the wall and with a knife against your throat, you had no choice but to kill him, silently wish a terrible death on your father. Since that night you never saw him again until just recently, outside a shop in the city you lived in.

In sighed loudly at the thought as you sat down in the chair next to the bed you and Klaus shared.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Asked Klaus

"Just reminiscing on memories." You said with a frown.

"I assume it's not good. Darling, what is troubling you?" He asked

"Father is back in town. I don't know his motive or if he even has one." You said throwing your hands in the air.

Klaus smiled at your dramatics, "maybe he doesn't. You haven't seen any suspicious activities, have you? We live in a small town in Kansas. What would he do?" Klaus asked.

Just then you heard the doorbell ring and by the powerful magic, you sensed you knew. "We're gonna find out. No one opens that door!" You yelled at the family.

You ran down the stairs to the front room to open the door. You looked up to see you father standing there. Nothing about his look changed but you hope his views have.

"Daddy." You quietly said. You were excited yet terrified and you knew he could sense it. He was family and the only other with powers.

"Y/N." he said as well.

Al the Mikaelsons stood behind you carefully watching his moves. You looked behind you, slightly annoyed at there overprotection.

"Let's speak outside." You said hastily pushing your father out the door.

"It's been a while, don't you say." He says.

"Over 1500 years." You said crossing your arms.

"I came to tell you your mother is sick. She is dying. There is a curse on her. A hex. I heard you are the only one with the cure." He said.

"How do I know that you're not lying? You killed Julius. You're heartless. Why would you care about mom?" You asked.

"Because I've changed." He said. He sounded sincere.

You looked at him blankety before sighing and letting your arms unfold, "I'm making dinner tonight for them. You may come, bring mom and if my siblings are still alive, bring them I guess. I only talk to Tabitha but lost connection a few years ago." You told him.

"I'll be there and I'll try to gather them up." He said, he sounded hopeful.

You walked back in the house as the Mikaelsons stood where you left them, "I hope I don't regret this." You said walking to the kitchen to find something.

later that evening you had everything set on the table ready for them to come inside. But you waited for what seemed like hours.

"Relax, your gonna create wrinkles on you," Klaus stated, knowing full well you cant age.

"Funny." You said with a frown.

The doorbell rang and you froze in your spot.

"Calm, deep breathes," Klaus said rubbing your back.

"This man is literally THE oldest vampire in the world. Not you and your family or your father. My father, Alexandros Rada, is here." You stated.

"Why are you afraid? You live with vampires that kill. What did he do?" Klaus asked

you looked at him then back at the door. You walked away. You didn't want to talk about it.

The first person you saw was your mom. She looked drained of energy, clearly, something was wrong. Maybe your father was telling the truth. She smiled slightly at you. then you noticed your father was holding onto her arm, she need support to walk.

"Mom?" You asked.

she nodded, o weak to talk.

"I figured if you saw, you could decide for yourself. I changed many centuries ago." He told you as he let your mom sit down at the table. Then the idea comes to you. You knew a spell to see if he was lying. Your mother wasn't, you could sense her pain.

"Sit down." You demanded to your father. He looked confused but he listens and sat down in the chair you had pulled out.

"Hands."You said holding you out so he could place them on them. You said the spell.

"what is she doing?" Elijah asked Freya.

"It's called lying spell. She is seeing if he is telling the truth. Another spell Y/N had made." Freya told them.

"You're not lying about needing my help, but you're lying about something else," you stated slightly annoyed.

"And what would that be?" He still had the sad look on his face.

"You haven't changed a bit and I bet my lovely siblings could tell us that. I know you guys can hear me, come on out." You yelled.

"You found me out," he said with a smirk.

"Ill help mom but she isn't going anywhere. I have been sure that someday you'd come back. Once an evil person always an evil person. Do you think I'm dumb? Your no longer a witch. You may be old but you certainly are not strong. You lost it all the moment you killed Julius." You yelled in anger.

You heard your siblings gasp and saw your mom look up at your father. "Oh, you didn't tell them? I'm sure they also know you stripped away their chance of having powers." You said as you circled your father. You were still fearful, after all, you were taunting him.

"What do you think this is doing?" Asked Alexandros.

"Absolutely nothing. Let's have dinner shall we." You asked.

"Why is her family just like ours?" Kol asked.

"The fight started before dinner, not during." Stated Klaus

"Impressive," Rebekah said.

"Shut up." You glared.

As the dinner went on, it was silent to your surprise. Your siblings didn't let a word slip out.

"It's a lovely place you have." Your mother said quietly.

"Thank you, we built this ourselves," Klaus said.

"Reminds me of our mansion." Your father said.

"Ah yes, the mansion of fears." You grumbled as Klaus put his hand on your leg.

"How long have you and Klaus been together?" Asked your sister. You were surprised to hear her speak.

"Uh, about a year?" You said, looking and asking Klaus. Klaus nodded with a smile.

"How sweet." Your father said.

"You are the same person. After thousands of years, you are the same. I'm glad I left when I had the chance because of look at them." You stood up motioning your hand towards your mother and siblings. Klaus put a hand on your back to sit you back down but you weren't having it.

"No, this is ridiculous. They are staying with me. You may think you are strong and powerful but honestly father, you lost that when you wanted to be a vampire. All your power is in me, combined with mine I am the strong person in this world. You idiot." You said slamming your hands down on the table making your power come out and shatter the chandelier.

Your father's eyes darkened and the Mikaelsons became fearful of what was to happen and tried to intervene, until you said "don't, you don't know what he's capable of. But go ahead father suck the blood out of me. You'll only regret it." You stated.

Klaus and Elijah eyed each other not knowing what she meant. "Do it!" You yelled.

He did it not thinking twice and has you heard the yells of your sisters and mother, you just smirked. You had created a poison which can kill your father and had drink it. You slowly felt his teeth loosen there grip and soon he dropped.

"I have no remorse over this. You killed Julius. You deserve the worse death ever." You stated.

That night you checked on your sisters and mother. They slept in yours and Klaus master bedroom. "I should've taken you guys with me. But just know I didn't leave you behind. I followed you guys, as creepy as that is." You stated.

"So that's who my shadow was? It was you?" Stated Elizabeth. You nodded with a smile as you sat down on the bed with them.

"What happens to Rome and Henry?" You asked.

"They left went father tried to kill Henry. He wanted to test his new vampire skills." Said your mother.

"He wanted to end us one by one." Said Tabitha.

You heard a faint knock at the door and saw Klaus standing there holding a bottle of wine with five glasses. "When Y/N is upset she drinks a lot. We have plenty more to go." Klaus Said.

"You found a keeper," Elizabeth said with a smile.

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majesticmarais · 6 years

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Brother Bear | J.M

Requested by a cute anon

Summary: Y/n’s new boyfriend meets her brother, Jonah for the first time, who is very protective of his little sibling

Warnings? Some swearing

Word Count: 1,477

Tags: @heyowdw @averys-headass @adorkableavery @averysgarl @ishouldtakeyoutothemoon @yagirlcammm @magicalmarais @jjeepersnutss @lovableherron @jackaverysboo @jackaverybabe @dailydoseofherron @samithepixie

A/n: Thanks for submitting the cute Jonah request to fulfill my urge to write a Jonah imagine! Hope you guys like big bro Jonah! I’m writing this late so I’m scheduling it to post at a better time when people are actually awake and stuff LOL

“So back to my house?” I asked my boyfriend, Noah (a/n random name idk sorry if you don’t like it) as we walked out of school together, schoolbags slumped on our shoulders as the crisp spring air blew onto our faces.

“Yeah sure, I really need your help with that assignment that’s due next week,” he laughed, intertwining his fingers with mine as we walked down the street to my house that was close by, humming a song together as we walked.

Noah and I had only recently started dating after being friends for a little while. He made me really happy and I enjoyed being with him.

No one in my family had met him yet, and I was okay with that since I knew how protective they could be of me sometimes.

We walked up to my front door, our sneakers hitting the cement stairs loudly as I unlocked the door and pushed it open, kicking my shoes off at the entrance, Noah following my lead.

Expecting to be in an empty house as I was most days after school, I was interjected by my brother as I went to walk upstairs to my bedroom.

“Hey little sister,” Jonah grinned, walking slowly towards us, leaning his elbow against the railing of the stairs as he crossed one leg over the other, looking between me and Noah, who stood there awkwardly, audibly swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Hey Jo, what are you doing home?” I asked casually, not wanting to make things more awkward despite the fact that the awkwardness was basically screaming into the void.

“I came to have dinner, just got here early, who’s this?” he asked, nodding his head towards Noah as he gave me a smirk.

“Oh, this is Noah..my...boy..friend,” I mumbled, averting my gaze from my brothers as I looked down, fiddling with the random strap on my school bag that still hung off my shoulder as I stood at the bottom of the stairs.

“Boyfriend huh?” he asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Noah.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jonah, Y/n’s brother,” he grinned, holding his hand out to Noah as he shook it politely, smiling as he told Jonah it was great to meet him after hearing so much.

“You too, so, what are your intentions with my sister?” he asked, standing up straighter and looking at Noah with a serious expression on his face.

“Jo,” I stated, narrowing my eyes at him, wanting him to stop.

“Uhm, what do you mean? I really like her and I just want to be with her,” Noah answered nervously, fiddling with his fingers as a nervous habit as he stood in front of Jonah, not looking into his eyes.

“Are you guys the same age?” he asked.

“Yes, Jonah, we’re the same age,” I stated sternly, still death glaring him despite the fact that he wasn’t paying attention.

“We have to study, let’s go,” I said to Noah, taking a step up the stairs, my arm extended behind me for Noah to follow.

“What? I just wanna talk to him, I don’t see why you’re rushing off so quickly,” Jonah smirked, for sure knowing he was doing the protective brother thing he knew I hated. “First boyfriend is a big deal.”

“So, Noah, what do you want to do in life?” Jonah asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“Uhm, I’m not really sure yet, I’m kinda tossing around a few different ideas,” Noah answered quietly.

“Hm, I see,” Jonah nodded, “that’s okay.”

“Do you know Y/n favorite color? Her birthday? Her favorite things to do?” Jonah asked, raising his eyebrow as he steered the conversation from Noah and his life to me.

“Uh, yeah, all 3,” Noah laughed awkwardly, looking at me from the corner of his eye as he forced a smile, trying to seem relaxed despite the fact that he was probably terrified. He was expecting us to come here and study, not to meet my protective brother for the first time ever.

“Oh my god, Jonah! Seriously stop!” I shouted, throwing my arms up as I looked at him, wide eyed. “I would seriously appreciate it if you didn’t scare my first boyfriend away, no wonder I never let you meet people, stop being so protective I’m fine!”

“Okay,” he said, his smug expression dropping completely at the sound of my raised voice. “Go study, have fun, not too much fun,” he said, spinning around and walking away from where the three of us had been standing, leaving Noah and I alone again.

“Let’s go,” I whispered to Noah, taking his hand as I skipped up the stairs, going into my room and dropping my bag onto the floor, flopping onto my bed as I let out a load groan into the pillow.

“I am so sorry about that,” I apologized as I rolled over onto my back and sat up, leaning my head back as I let out a sigh,

“It’s okay,” he laughed, “Wasn’t expecting that to be my first encounter with one of your family members but I get it.”

“He’s just so protective sometimes. We’ve always been super close so he thinks it’s okay to interrogate and do a full investigation on every male I speak to,” I said, laughing at how ridiculous it was.

“He just loves you,” Noah shrugged, “he was a bit intimidating just because he’s your brother and I know I can’t fuck up or I’ll get my ass beat. But he cares about you a lot, and that’s nice.”

“He’ll warm up to you soon, I know it,” I smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before grabbing my school bag and pulling out our class notes.

“I’m gonna go talk to him really quickly, okay? I’ll be back in a second,” I said, standing up off the bed, the carpet feeling warm under my feet as I earned a nod and a smile from Noah as I walked out of my room, the door clicking behind me as I shut it and jogged back downstairs to find Jonah.

I walked into the room where Jonah was sitting on the couch, and crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him, waiting for him to acknowledge me and say something.

“Are you kidding me, Jo? What the hell was that?” I asked, referring to the interrogation that had occurred prior.

“What? I wasn’t doing anything,” he defended, looking over at me from his spot on the couch.

“Yeah, okay!” I scoffed, “you interrogated the poor guy!”

“He was fine,” Jonah shrugged.

“Jonah I know you’re protective but you really need to tone it down just a little. I’m not stupid, I know what I’m doing, and I don’t need you to do a background check on everyone!” I said.

“Look, Y/n, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said.

“I know Jonah but you can’t save me from everything, if I get hurt then I’ll deal with it, but right now I’m happy,” I explained, walking over to him and sitting on the couch next to him.

“I know, I just want what’s best for my little sister,” he sighed, resting his head on my shoulder as I poked his thigh, making him laugh.

“And I appreciate that,” I replied, “but you could have gone a little easier on him.”

“I wanted to see if he was good enough for you,” he shrugged, moving his head and looking at me, a small smile appearing on his face.

“I think he’s pretty great, but I’m biased,” I shrugged, winking at Jonah.

“Well if you’re happy I’m happy for you, I’ll try to be nicer I promise,” he joked.

“You better be,” I smirked, pushing him lightly as he pushed me back.

“Now to back to studying, don’t leave the poor guy alone traumatized in your room,” he laughed, pushing me off the couch, making me gasp before bursting out laughing again.

“Not until I get a brother bear hug,” I smiled, opening my arms and motioning for him to come over, nodding my head as a huge grin stayed on my face.

He chuckled as he stood up, walking over to me and wrapping his arms tightly around me, his head resting on top of mine as he swayed back and forth for a few seconds.

“Stay out of trouble,” I winked as I pulled away, poking his stomach as I began walking back to the stairs.

“You too, studying better not be code for something, madame,” he laughed.

“Shut up!”

“Just being your big brother, it’s my job to annoy you!” he called out, earning a usual eye roll and head shake from me in return, a smile still lingering on my face as I went back upstairs.

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reasonswhyimaginesmatter · 7 years

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Why Don’t You Love Me? (Cole Sprouse x Reader)

Summary: (Based off beyonce- why don’t you love me) You and Cole have been dating for a long time, and he’s starting to be distant, and cold towards you. Will you be able to fix your relationship? (ooooh bitchhhh that summary was all formal and shit..no?... okay, i’ll go home) I might make a part 2. Idk. It depends on what you guys want.

Also, about tags. I got an anonymous comment about me tagging things that didn’t have correlation to what it was about. Yes, I do that, but it’s because I’m a multifandom blog, and I want people to know that. I will automatically tag what I have written about in the past. I tag what my blog is about, and I don’t see much of a problem in it. It’s my blog, so I will do whatever I want with it :) xx

I was sitting at home, waiting for Cole to get back from working on the set of Riverdale. Lately, we haven’t been in the best of state, but I’m trying. He’s my everything, and I would hate to lose him. I don’t know what has been happening, but he really just acts different towards me now. When we’re with his friends, he’s laughing and smiling. When he’s with me, he’s just never wanting to talk to me, and is just rude sometimes.

I hear the door open, and I hop out of the chair. I see Cole, taking off his jacket and shoes. He doesn’t spare me a glance, and begins walking towards our bedroom.

“Cole, baby. How was your day?” I asked following closely behind him.

He grabbed his phone, and laid down on our bed, “Fine”

I laid down next to him, and wrapped my arms around him. I just wanted to be close to him.

“Y/N. Can you knock it off, please? I’m tired, and I can’t sleep with you around me like this” he says to me annoyed.

I felt offended, “I’m your girlfriend if you didn’t know, Cole”

“Yeah, unfortunately” he mumbled under his breath, but I heard him anyways.

I felt anger boil inside of me. I got up and looked at him.

“Okay, what’s the problem?” I snapped at him.

He sighed, and looked at me, “Nothing. Well, actually, it is something. I don’t love you anymore”

I felt my chest tighten up. I felt like crying, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Why don’t you love me? When I make me so damn easy to love. I got beauty, I got class, I got style, and I got ass” I just needed an answer.

“I don’t love you. Okay? You’re too easy to deal with. I want a challenge, and you aren’t one” he sighs running a hand through his black hair.

I scoffed, “Who is she?”

He pauses, and looks at me in shock. I know it was someone else he was falling for. He wouldn’t leave me, just to leave me. I know him too well, and I know when he’s hiding the fool truth.

“Lilli...” he says looking at me in the eyes

I rolled my eyes. Of course, it was her. I knew it would be coming eventually. They get along so well.

I looked at him, “Well, Cole. This is your loss. There’s nothing not to love about me, and I’ve got it all. Don’t think for a second I don’t”

I began to pack my stuff so I can leave. I didn’t know where, but I would figure it out. I wasn’t going to stay here with a guy who didn’t even care about me anymore.

“Y/N, where are you even going to go?” he asks annoyed with his hand over his face.

I faked thought for a second, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe with a guy who actually knows my worth. That’ll be great for me, y’know? Since I’m no longer wanted here. Hope you’re happy, Cole. I wish you the best”

I didn’t hear anything he said, and I left. When I got outside, I was greeted with darkness, and coldness. It was quiet, and the only reason I could see was because of the street lights. I honestly didn’t know where to go. I would figure it out. I just knew, I wouldn’t go back to Cole. I began walking to a bench. I sat down and got out my phone. I scrolled through my contacts, and stopped at the one person who I knew would take me with no questions. Dylan.

I pressed his name, and brung my phone up to my ear. I sighed, why did I have to call my ex’s brother? I was about to hang up, but it was too late.

“Hello?” his tired voice rand through the phone. I looked at the time, it was 1:21 am. Whoops.

“Hey, Dyl. I’m sorry for calling this late, but Cole and I are no longer together, and I need a place to stay at for at least a few days. Please?” I waited for his response, and heard him sigh. I heard shuffling and smiled internally. He was coming to get me.

“Yeah, y/n. I’ll be there shortly. Just stay there” he says hanging up.

Yeah, because I have anywhere else to go right now. It honestly didn’t even matter. I just needed to be away from here, now. He doesn’t want me anymore, so I won’t be a burden.

I see Dylan’s car pull up, and I felt hope. He then got out, and opened the door for me.

“I’m going to talk to Cole for a sec. You stay here, okay?” he says to me before closing the door.

I see him walk inside of the house, and I sigh. This night has been so stressful, I can’t wait to get it over with. I never would’ve though this would’ve ended up this way. Just 1 month ago, I was happy with him. We were happy together. Now he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. Yeah, it sucks, but I wouldn’t let him make me sad.

I look over, out the window, and see Cole and Dylan come out. I rolled my eyes, and sunk in my seat more. I really didn’t want to see him right now. I see them approach my door, and open it. Cole looked at me, and bent down to my level.

“Hey Y/N. I really don’t want this to ruin our friendship. We were close before, and I want it to stay that way. I’m sorry I don’t love you anymore, but you’re amazing. I don’t want to lose you, okay?” Cole asks looking up at me.

I turned my head, and looked into his eyes. He’s so beautiful. Even though he may not love me, I will always love him. No matter what. I didn’t want to lose him as a friend either. Us ending it now, is probably best.

I gave him a weak smile, “Yeah. We can. If you’re happy with Lilli, I’m happy for you.”

Cole smiled up at me with a sincere smile, one I haven’t seen in a very long time. He stood up, and pecked my cheek.

“Thanks, kitten. I will talk to you soon.” Cole says ruffling my hair, saying goodbye to his brother, and walking back into the house. He’s not mine anymore, and there’s nothing else I can do about it. He’s someone else’s now.

If happy is her, then I’m happy for you.

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