#Also gotta love how they kept these pics under wraps for so long

[theflyindutchwoman]

6.09 | The Squeeze

[jamiebluewind]

Eclipse the kitten update

(please don't glitch tumblr it's the tenth time I've tried!!!)

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Welp! Winter's boy has a respiratory infection. It was causing him to wheeze so to the vet we went! Luckily it wasn't a diaphram issue (which had us worried because of his umbilical hernia). His hernia also came up normal on his x-rays.

(X-rays left out because might bother people, but I can send them on request)

He's on meds several times a day and taking them like a champ, but had to be put in a pen with limited free playtime (because nothing will stop Mr Indestructible from running around the house with all the grace of a car with no breaks). We DID get a reply after just a week from a really nice person who was going to give us one (shocked us let me tell ya because it was BIG dog sized). Unfortunately, they left it outside for us to pick up and someone else just... took it. Right out of their yard. And since all we had was a small cat carrier to keep him in (which was kinda cruel for more than a day or two tops), we ordered a cat playpen that we got for a decent price. We kept looking until it got here, but no luck. Still! It's a nice playpen and we have it set up so he doesn't have to jump if he doesn't want to (plus more vertical to enjoy later on). Sarah's mom also let us borrow her water fountain!

We went to a new vet as ours was booked up (and he had already been wheezing a day). Everyone basically fell in love with him instantly. He left with a little toy from the tech, they gave Winter a jar of honey (one of the people in the office has bees and they wanted to give her something for caring about a kitten that most wouldn't have despite him having a treatable condition), and they've been checking in on how he is recovering (very well since I first typed this actually). He's basically got an entire vet office wrapped around his little paw.

Also, the non-profit we're taking him to for his surgery had a cancelation and his got moved up to the 12th! Counting down the days yall.

Because I gotta kinda mention it, this hit us where it hurts. Between the vet visit and testing, the pen, and the estimated cost for the surgery and followup, it's gonna cost us more than $2k (as long as nothing ELSE goes wrong). We're lucky that we're all super careful with our money, but there's only so much we can save up with three people below the poverty line. Still worth it though. I mean, look at this doofus

He is so stubborn that we can't leave scratch posts upright because he keeps doing THIS! XD

I'm linking Winter's paypal, but I 1000% understand if you can't help out. Still, a reblog and a word or three mean a LOT to all of us so if you got a minute, I'd love some new post additions to show Winter.

(Truth be told, the only reason all the updates are posted on my tumblr is because I'm the longest winded out of the three of us and I take like 5 billion pictures. XD )

Speaking of, there WOULD be a bonus pic of him and his sister (Melanite, aka Miel) playing under my chair as my cat (Danny) looks on from a safe place, but tumblr kept glitching when I added it.

Edit: surgery update

[staeygoldenn]

3 Days

Summary: Ethan challenges Grayson to a bet. If Grayson doesn’t fuck anyone for a month, he can get the master bedroom in their new house. If he loses, Ethan gets it.

Note: This was inspired by their video and @milliondollardolan‘s blurb about a girl showing Grayson her nipple piercings. ✨

Tags: @milliondollardolan, @ryxgrantdolan, @bingexdolan, @evergreendolan, @blindedbythelightt, @dolan-bliss ,@vinylhazza, @angelgrayson, @333dolans, @baby-grayson, @joyrivh, @dolanstacoma @rhyrhy462, @graysavant, @mercurygrant , @tadadolan, @aquadolan @plantbasedgray @livelongdolan, @graysonswhore, @gloriousgrant @eiectricityscape, @dayofthegreatenigma , @yvonne2107, @cherryaestheticss, @khiaraaa-in-spacee, @prettyboydolan, @pineappledols, @livexdolan, @episkygrant @persistence-ofmemories @ethandolansrighteyebrow

“One month, no sex, and it’s all yours.” Ethan smirks and sticks out his hand. Grayson shakes his hand back, “Deal.” “I totally got this, I just got laid like last week, I can totally make it through a month,” he thought to himself.

Day 1… Grayson makes it through the day not thinking much about the challenge. His Insta feed made him get a little distracted but he decided to just close out of the app. Ethan came into the kitchen.

“Yeah that master bedroom is definitely mine.”

“Dude it’s only the first day.”

“That’s exactly my point, you’re already Insta thirsting.”

“Was not.” Grayson looks away and puts his phone down.

“I remember those days but now I’m a taken man.” Ethan walks away.

“Fuck, he’s on to me.” Grayson thought to himself.

Day 2… Day 2 came and went and Grayson started getting a little frustrated.

“How dare Ethan make this challenge during the month of Valentine’s Day? Ethan already had a girlfriend but it’s more difficult when you’re single,” he thought to himself.

Grayson sighed and opened the Instagram app. A girl in a black bikini caught his eye. Her long black hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her full lips, her tits… fuck he needed to close the app. “I’ll just go to sleep,” he thought to himself. Grayson laid his head on his pillow still feeling frustrated. Hmm there was nothing in the room contract that ruled out jacking off. He pulled out his phone and pulled up Pornhub. He scrolled through the trending page. He found a video that caught his eye. The girl looked similar to the one he had been eyeing on Instagram. She was getting fucked from behind while the guy had her thong scrunched up in his hand. The sound of her moaning started to get him hard. He started rubbing himself through his grey sweatpants.

“Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned, gripping the sheets.

The guy smacked her ass. Grayson took off his sweatpants and finally touched himself. He tugged at his length and cocked his head back. He stroked his cock up and down, squeezing for extra grip. The guy in the video fucked her harder and faster and soon Grayson was cumming on his hand. “Fuck,” he got up to wash himself off.

Day 3…. By Day 3, Grayson had started to crave sex. How a girl’s pussy would tighten around his dick as he was fucking into her. The sounds of her moaning his name, boosting his ego. The sight of her tits bouncing and her pussy getting wetter with each stroke. How he would grab a fistful of her hair and make her beg for it. He couldn’t let anyone on to this though, he really wanted that master bedroom.

“How you holding up, Gray?” Ethan asked him over breakfast.

“I’m fine.”

“There’s no way you’re lasting a month.”

“Yes I am, I’m gonna get that master bedroom, just like I’ve had at all of our places of residency.”

“We’ll see about that. Listen, I gotta go check on the construction progress so don’t get into anything while I’m gone or should I say anyone.” He laughed.

“You’re not getting that bedroom.”

“Bye, Gray.”

“Later, E.”

“Fuck, now he’s leaving me alone,” Grayson thought to himself. “I think I’ll just go take a nap.”

He laid down to sleep for a couple of hours and woke up to an Instagram DM. It was the girl whose pictures he had been looking at the night before.

hey 👀

“Hi 👀” he answered back.

I’m Lexi. I think we met at one of jake’s parties one time

Oh yeah hey how are you?

“That’s it. That’s all I’m gonna say that’s so boring.”

I’m good ☺️ I saw your recent pic you look good 👀

“Oh shit.”

You look good too 👀

do you have snap? 👀

Yeah

He sent her his snapcode and awaited her response. He got a friend request from lexi_96. She sent him a selfie and said hi.

Wow you look pretty

Thank you so whatcha doing?

Nothing just home alone bored

Same lowkey horny 👀

Same 😳

Hmmm

Hmmm what?

“Ugh this stupid bet.” He thought to himself.

Do you wanna meet up tonight? 👀

I would but I’m in this bet with my bro rn

What kinda bet?

I can’t fuck for a month so I can get the master bedroom

Lmao okay or you could get laid rn 😂 I just got my nipples pierced 🥴

It is tempting... 👀 send me a pic

I already did 😌

You know what I mean

Hey it’s your turn 👀

Okay fine

He took his shirt off and sent her a picture.

🥵

Thanks ☺️

I wish you were here 😫

Me too 😔

Fuck the bet and come fuck me? 👀

She sent him a picture of one of her pierced nipples.

Okay fuck it send me the addy

Grayson copied the address and put it into his maps.

otw

okay :)

Grayson changed into a fresh shirt and shorts and sprayed some cologne on. “Fuck, how am I gonna sneak out without Ethan seeing? Maybe he’s asleep,” he thought. He grabbed his bag and keys and closed his bedroom door. Passing through the living room, Ethan was on the couch FaceTiming his girlfriend. “Fuck,” Grayson thought to himself.

“Hey where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“Just out,” Grayson said, trying to leave.

“Okay,” Ethan said suspiciously. “It’s 11:30pm on a Wednesday night but okay.”

“Just gotta get some stuff…. okay yeah I’ll see you later.”

Ethan raised his eyebrow and shook his head. Grayson closed the door behind him and hopped in his Porsche. 30 minutes later, he arrived at the address.

here

He snapped her.

okay coming

He got out of the car and she met him at the front door.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“Welcome. My room’s this way.”

He put his bag down and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her.

“Thanks for coming. Sorry it’s sorta random.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled.

They started kissing and he put his hands under her hoodie, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel the cool metal where her nipples were pierced.

“Just be careful, they’re still sensitive.”

“Figured,” he smirked.

He gently rubbed his thumbs along them, feeling them harden under his touch. She moaned gently. She took her sweatshirt off and he took his shirt off. She gently pulled at his silver chain and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her deeper. She wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her neck and started kissing down her chest. He lightly took the metal pierced through her nipple into his mouth and she moaned and gripped his hair. He kissed down her body and kissed along the waistband of her shorts. He kissed her thighs. She took her shorts off and revealed her black thong. He kissed her over her underwear, running his tongue along the fabric. She moaned. He went back to kiss her, and she removed her underwear. He went back to kiss her pussy lips, teasing her. He lightly kissed her clit and felt her buck her hips for more pressure.

“Please,” she whispered.

He looked up at her and licked her slit and licked her inner lips up to her clit. He traced long, slow licks back and forth. She started rocking her hips back and forth on his tongue. He grabbed her hand and held her thighs open. He started sucking her clit and with his other hand, stuck two fingers in and started stroking her G-spot. She was so wet and he felt his dick twitch. She started shaking and he could tell she was close. He moved his mouth off of her and removed his mouth.

“Fuck, please,” she whispered.

“Turn over,” he smirked.

She obliged and he rubbed her ass.

“Grayson, please, please let me cum.”

He smirked and ran his fingers through her folds. He started rubbing her clit and she moaned. He held her thighs open and tried to get her back to that same place. She gripped the sheets, “Please, please, please,” she pleaded and finally came on his fingers. She flipped over and he stuck his fingers in her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “You’re good at that.”

“Thanks,” he smiled.

“I think it’s your turn now,” she kissed him and moaned at the taste of herself also on his mouth. She kissed down his abs and reached into his pants to stroke him. He took his pants off and let her continue. She kissed his thighs and licked the tip, letting the saliva strand drip from her lips. She took him deeper into her mouth and took him all the way down her throat. He groaned and grabbed her hair at the base of her neck. She bobbed her head up and down. He cupped her chin.

“I don’t wanna come yet. Can I fuck you now?”

“Yes.”

She got up and straddled him. She lowered herself on his length and felt him groan in her ear. He wrapped his biceps around her and kissed her.

“Lay on your stomach,” he whispered in her ear.

She pulled herself off and laid down. He rubbed her clit and entered her. He started fucking her, the wet sound filling the room.

“Yeah this is definitely worth losing the room for,” he thought to himself.

She moaned as he kept stroking her G-spot. He laid his hands up under hers so she could grab onto him. She loved his weight on top of her and felt her pussy getting wetter. She loved feeling him deep inside her. Pleasure warming down her body. He slowed his strokes to try to steady himself.

“Please Grayson fuck me harder,” she moaned. She got up on her hands and knees and he started rubbing her clit and fucking her harder. He grabbed her hair with his other hand. He smacked her ass and she gripped the sheets.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” she moaned out. He felt her tighten around his dick.

“Can I nut in your mouth?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He pulled out and she started stroking him and he came on her tongue. She kissed him.

“Fuck I gotta go before my brother gets suspicious.”

She laughed. “You still think that room is yours?”

“I mean there’s a slight chance but if I lose the bet, this was definitely worth losing it for. You were great,” he smiled.

“Text me again when you’re not in a bet and you’re a free man.”

“Will do.”

He kissed her one more time and headed out to his car. He raced home and arrived to Ethan, still up.

“Three fucking days Grayson?” Ethan laughed. “I was too generous giving you a month, I would’ve thought you might at least make it to two weeks.”

“Fine. I lost.”

“Yeah, go shower you dirty fuck.”

Grayson defeated, went up to go shower but hey at least he got laid.

[that-damn-girl]

Moves

(Oneshot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)female!reader

Words: 3000+

Type: Fluff/Smut. Self-love/appreciation.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only. Accidental voyeurism. Language. Unprotected sex.

Summary: In order to relax after a long day you decide to dance around naked in your room, unaware of your accidental audience or how you’re about to get lucky.

A/N: This is for a Drunk Drabbles request by @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ .The prompt is in bold below. Listen to Work From Home by Fifth Harmony. Little huge inspiration is taken from that one episode of ‘Friends’. Hope you like it!

Darkness loomed around the unlit sections of the compound. The inward side of the hollow square building right in front of your bedroom windows was much the same.

It was silent than most other nights. Maybe it was for the fact that all the others had been on a mission, leaving only you and Bucky in the compound. But it wasn’t like Bucky liked making his presence known. If he didn’t want to bother you with anything unnecessary, it was more than fine with you.

The day had been long, too long for your liking. Not much physically, but mentally you were exhausted out of your mind. Filing mission reports and going through those of others for an entire day would do that to anyone. Except Steve. God, you had a newfound respect for Steve’s tolerance of these dumb things.

Regardless, you welcomed the silence and solitude with open arms. It gave you the best opportunity to do what you’d been desperately wanting to do for a while now.

A long and blissful bath later you emerged from your bathroom wrapped in a fluffy towel. The dark in your room was switched on to a faint gleam while the soothing music from your speakers changed tunes to those of sultry ones under your command.

I ain’t worried ‘bout nothin’

I ain’t wearin’ na nada

I’m sittin’ pretty, impatient, but I know you gotta

Put in them hours, I'mma make it hotter

I’m sending pic after picture, I'mma get you fired

As their melody struck your ears, your hips slowly started swaying. The flirtatious lyrics hit and your eyes closed out of their own accord. Hands splayed out in the air and your body started dancing provocatively.

You felt good about yourself and your body. Something in the moment made you feel sexy. Attractive. Desirable. It was an uplifting feeling, sending you in a cheerful mood.

A boost of confidence encircled you as you started unwrapping the towel around you seductively and without haste. Your hips never stopped swaying to the tunes. You didn’t know why, but you imagined yourself performing for an audience. It was a man in your thoughts. Though a faceless one, but with want and need for you clear in his eyes.

I know you’re always on the night shift

But I can’t stand these nights alone

And I don’t need no explanation

‘Cause baby, you’re the boss at home

Your thoughts once flickered to the wide open curtains of your window behind your bed, but looking at the lightless rooms in front of you, your reasoning convinced you to pay no heed. There was only one other living soul in the compound whose room was on your side of the building. Unless Bucky didn’t venture out to the other side, he had no way of seeing or knowing about  your activities.

Suddenly, Bucky’s images clouded your brain as if on cue. The faceless man on your bed took the form of the metal armed man, enjoying your act with pure lust in his eyes. The mental pictures burned your insides with desire. You didn’t oppose the illustrations entering your brain. On the contrary, they were rather enjoyed and encouraged.

Without second thoughts you started enacting the sensuous steps you’d seen in various videos. Hands moved all over your body, being dragged slowly from your legs, through your torso and in between the valley of your breasts to your head before grabbing your hair in your hands and posing for your mind crafted Bucky.

You don’t gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work

But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work

You don’t gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh

We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh

As your hands stretched out to your knee caps, your hips moved down when you bent your knees and and then back up with a grinding motion.

You let yourself loose in the harmony as you felt the influential disposition of the lyrics. It was empowering to say in the least. As you danced to them, you could sense seduction and enchantment roll out of you in waves, drawing in all the positive vibes around you.

Hands spread out in the air imitating other alluring steps. Your body followed risque and steamy movements. An ounce of shame didn’t touch your mind as you revelled in the fortitude and boldness you experienced.

Let’s put it into motion

I'ma give you a promotion

I’ll make it feel like a vacay, turn the bed into an ocean

We don’t need nobody, I just need your body

Nothin’ but sheets in between us, ain’t no getting off early

For a moment you wondered what it’d be like to have an actual audience; to actually have Bucky and perform to him as such. A rush of hunger and yearning coursed through you, making you wish it all was true. You knew it wasn’t though. Happy with your own self, you didn’t mind the disappoint. After all, you had to make do with was with you. There was no point in crying after what wasn’t.

Only if you’d known how well your prayers were being answered to.

~~~

The stars shone bring against the black backdrop. Some twinkled, others didn’t. Bucky had a perfect view of the half moon shining bright in the night sky.

Sitting on a chair near the larger than life windows - literally, it’s Stark - with his feet propped up on the edge of the bed, Bucky quite enjoyed star gazing from the absolute darkness of his room. He didn’t have any lights on since the common area lights from below poured into his room enough for his enhanced eyes.

Another source of illumination popped up in his peripheral vision. When he spun his head, he found out that it was from your room. Your towel clad figure appeared and started swinging your behind rather lewdly. You had his full and undivided attention.

As you moved about your room with legs and hands working to create sensual and bawdy movements, he felt guilty about watching and intruding on your private moment. He’d intended to turn his head away. He really did. Until you started undressing.

His eyes were as wide as  saucers when he was what was happening in front of his eyes. Your naked body did erotic and obscene dance moves with agility. His sweats did little to constrict the twitching and hardening of his member.He wasn’t proud of himself for gawking at you when of course you didn’t want him to. Or did you?

I know you’re always on the night shift

But I can’t stand these nights alone

And I don’t need no explanation

‘Cause baby, you’re the boss at home

Not considering the headrest of your bed partly in front of your windows, it definitely looked like you were performing it for him. He’d shifted rooms from your side of the building to his side, so that him and Steve lived in rooms next to each other. Also, Steve had claimed the lighting and views of the sky was best experienced from his side. Bucky didn’t know the views he’d experience would be so great.

Most of the compound knew about him having switched rooms. Did you not? Or did you, and seeing that you and him were the only ones around you were trying to seduce him? Well, if you wanted to, you already did.

Getting excited for the night ahead, Bucky took off in the direction of your room.

~~~

You were lost in dancing and singing along the lyrics when you heard loud knocking on your door. Surprised, you quickly put on a bath robe before opening the door. The man who’d been laying on your bed in your mind was now in front you. Your heart raced with a speed more than you could handle.

Bucky crossed his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against your door frame, a smug smile on his face, “Hey, Y/N. Restless tonight, aren’t we?”

You desperately wished he couldn’t see your flushed cheeks in the low lighting, “Sorry, were you sleeping? I didn’t think the music was that loud. I’ll keep it down.”

You spun on your heels to lower the volume but before you could take another step  Bucky grabbed your elbows and turned you back around. The momentum made you hit his chest. His other arm circled your waist and kept you firm in his hold. He bent down to your ears, “I wasn’t, baby doll. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“What?” You squeaked. After being naked in the cool conditioned air, the warmth oozing from his body into yours felt good. Nevermind the fact that the thin bathrobe barely did anything to prevent the softness of your breasts from being pressed into his hardness.

“Come on, Y/N, are you really gonna pretend you were not enticing me and inviting me to come here with all your sexy dancing?” His lips grazed the shell of your ear, smugness dripping off of him.

Your eyes went wide. Oh no. Oh shit. How did he know? You were trying to seduce, yes, but an imaginary Bucky. You pulled your head back as far as you could, “Not you…I wasn’t…” You looked around your rooms as if the answers were written on the walls, “How did you even see me?”

Bucky raised his eyebrows before releasing you and pointing to his room, “You kept the windows wide open? Everything was clearly visible from my place.”

“But you live just a few doors down the corridor. How is that even possible?”

“No. I moved in next to Steve’s.”

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

You looked outside your windows, pointing to where he had pointed earlier, “You were there?”

“Yeah.”

“In the dark?”

“Yes.”

“Why?!”

“Because I like dark!”

“Oh my god!” Your hands shot up to your face. You thought if you could hide your face and not acknowledge the situation, you could neglect it forever. You know, like an ostrich.

You were embarrassed to the point of no return. Though you’d felt attractive, you had no doubt that to him it must have been the most silliest thing ever.

Gathering some courage you looked to him, “Bucky, I didn’t mean for you to see that. It was- It’s just that I felt like having some fun.” You shrugged sheepishly.

Bucky was no less abashed than you were. Why did he even think that you’d want to seduce him? Of course you were having fun and of course he was being stupid. He rubs the back of his neck, “Y/N, I am so sorry. It just seemed like, you know…I thought-”

“You know what? Forget everything else.” You stepped closer to him and kept your hands on his shoulder, “You liked my moves?”

Bucky grabbed your waist and and pressed your lower body against his, “Loved them, doll.” His erection was hard as it touched your abdomen. He spoke huskily, “Would you like to see mine, hmm?”

You eagerly nodded before whispering, “Show them, handsome.”

Without wasting another second Bucky clashed his lips with yours. He sucked on your lips as his tongue licked them. You opened your lips and his tongue played with yours. He pushed you to the nearest wall and groped your ass. Lifting you off the ground, he wedged you between his body and the wall. Your legs wrapped around his abdomen and interlocked them.

A sense of urgency hung in the air. To feel each other. To sate the blatant and primal need inside. There was only pure lust flowing through your veins. Your hand looped around Bucky’s neck as his pole grinded against you. His lips worked ferociously with your as lewd noises escaped you both.

Bucky carried you to your bed and dropped you atop it. Climbing your form, his lips attacked your neck as his hands came to the knot of your bathrobe, “You want this, Y/N?”

You nodded, mumbling out a “Yeah.” He unravelled the knot and opened the robe. Hands with varied temperatures touched your torso. They moved up and down your skin in a frenzy as the rock hard erection rubbed against your thigh.

Plump lips trailed harsh kisses from you neck to breasts until finally capturing your pebble like nipple. One hand slip up to cup another breast, kneading it a little more than gently. His moist tongue circled one nipple making it damp while the other was rolled and tweaked, making you let out something between a moan and a gasp.

You could feel the wetness gather between your legs with Bucky’s stimulation. Your fingers crept up his back and into his hair, gripping them tight.

His free hand travelled down between your thighs and started working their magic on your bundle of nerves. You gave out a soft moan as calloused fingers grinded the sensitive tissue. Jolts ran through your body. It felt like a fire deep within had been ignited.

Bucky’s tongue switched sides before it resumed it’s onslaught on your perky nipple. The saliva covered pebble felt much cooler than the rest of your body when left uncovered in the air, making tingles run down your spine.

You bit your lips as his fingers large fingers rolled your clit rather expertly. Your entire body was hot, inside and out. The slight weight of him over, the warmth of him covering you, his needy touch over your excited body working towards sating your desires; it all made your heart throb inside your chest.

Your thighs started to clench together, but his strong legs kept them wide apart for him. His fingers increased their speed on your nub, making you arch your back and moan out his name, “Bucky…”

“Wet, doll? Yeah?” His fingers were soaked in your slick as they worked to uncoil the tension in your lower belly. The other set of fingers circled and rolled your already rock like nipples. Another loud moan left your lips as he pinched your nipples, “Answer me, baby.”

You couldn’t form straight words with him charging your body with all his might. In trying not to stutter much, you stuttered a little, “You-ah, you make me w-wet, Bucky.”

As if energised by your praise, his fingers started massaging your clit faster than ever. Your breathing ragged with all the wiggling you did under his touch. Everything he did, from his mouth sucking and nipping your nipples alternatively and his fingers massaging your nub, overwhelmed you.

“Just there Bucky, don’t stop.” You heaved.

Bucky hadn’t intended to.You felt the strain loosen in your belly, his fingers fondling and stroking eagerly to the point of too much. Your hand tugged at his hair tighter while the other clutched your pillow for support. Letting out a series of delicious moans, you came. His fingers still rolled your nub, making you ride out your orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure passed, your body relaxed as you calmed down on your bed breathing hard. Bucky slid off of you, stripping out of his clothes, “You don’t think this was it, do you? There’s still so many of my moves left, doll.”

“I am far from done, Bucky. You got a long way to go before satisfying me.” You leaned up on your elbows, watching his mouth watering body uncover as he shed his clothes.

“It’s good we got all night then.” He dropped his boxers, leaving his impressive length bare for your eyes. You expected him to be huge, but what you saw was way more than that. You couldn’t shift your eyes from his size, “Wait until you what heights it can take you up to.”

Bucky immediately got atop you, taking your lips in his. Teeth and tongues clashed. His hand went down to his shaft, stroking his already hard length. He slid it up and down your slit, coating it in your juices, “You good?”

“Yeah.” You said, impatient to feel his length inside you. He rubbed himself against your pussy lips, teasing you slowly and patiently until whines started falling out off you, “Please,” you voice croaked, “I need you.”

Not being able to control himself any longer, Bucky placed himself at your entrance, biting his lips in anticipation as he pushed inside you slowly. You gasped at the stretch his thick cock made. You shut your eyes as your arms wound tighter around his neck. He kept entering you bit by bit until his hips were flush against yours.

“So big,” You moaned in his ears. As if the tightness of your silky walls pressing against his member wasn’t enough to make him loose his mind, you had to praise him with your lewd moans. Bucky didn’t know how long he’d last as he waited for you to adjust to his size.

You rolled your hips against his lightly. He started moving inside you with short thrusts, groaning at the snugness of your velvety walls around him, “So tight.”

Bucky gave you  hot open mouthed kisses as he moved inside you. The heat of his skin against yours was growing on you. Your arms moved to his beefy biceps, your nails lightly scratching his back in the process.

Bucky started pumping deeper inside you with quickened frevor, reaching that special spot inside. His head rubbed against it every time he dove inside you, making fire course through you. You arched your back. Your moans grew louder in intensity, encouraging  him to continue his onslaught.

There was a sheen of sweat forming on both your bodies as you glided over each other. Moans and grunts filled the room along with sounds of hips clapping as he fucked you hard animalisticaly. Pants slipped out of your mouth in addition to the moans. He railed into you, releasing all his pent up sexual frustration into you as you did the same.

Knowing he was close, Bucky slid his fingers back to your clit, massaging them as fast as his cock impaled you, “Gonna come, doll?”

You could only answer in high pitched moans, “I know you are there. Come for me, honey.”

The tension in your lower abdomen was building quite steadily. It neared it’s peak with Bucky’s fingers rolling your sensitive clit and his cock brushing against your that spot before finally uncoiling. White hot pleasure ran through your veins as you came. Feeling your walls clench around him, he couldn’t hold out any longer as his face contorted into pleasure. His pace decreased until he stopped and came inside you with a groan.

Panting heavily, your hands covered your eyes as you tried to even your breathing when his voice came, “Don’t relax just yet, doll. There’s still so many moves left.”

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oof what about... albinism? (like the character in my profile pic?)

Imagine Severus Finding Out You Have Albinism

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A/N: Gotta admit, I have no idea who the character in your profile is but here you go!

- You’d always felt insecure about the way you looked which was likely the reason you felt so nervous right now, waiting for Severus to return from his last class of the day as you sat there on the couch of his chambers. 

- You’d promised yourself you’d come clean with him and show him who you really were, but you were afraid. What if he wanted nothing to do with you when you told him of your condition? What if he felt disgusted or appalled when he saw you?

-You felt horrified as time went passed and your hands turned from the usual pale shade you’d mascaraed around in to their true colour. The more the pigment in your skin faded, the more you felt like a fraud. He was going to walk into his own chambers and find a total stranger sitting there when he’d expected to find that fake version of you he’d grown close to these last few months. 

- Removing the vial from your robes, you held it in your hand and debated on downing it and running back to your own chambers, abandoning the thought of showing Severus what you really looked like, especially when you’d only been dating a month. 

- It had already been so difficult to converse with him when you first arrived as the new Defense Professor, especially since you’d heard of his own desire for the job. The last thing you wanted was to ruin things between you now. But what kind of a relationship would it be if you continued to hide yourself from him?

- No, it was clear what you had to do and whatever may happen, at least you were honest and transparent with him. So, you tucked away the bottle and sat back down on the couch, waiting to explain to Severus why you suddenly looked so different to what he was used to seeing.

- When the door opened, your heart almost stopped as you froze in place. This was it. This was the moment you were dreading, the moment that could potentially ruin the only good thing you’d had in your life in a very long time. 

- Severus was ready to ramble on and on to you about the horrendous presence of the second year Gryffindors he’d endured during class today as he opened the door to his chambers. He was ready to sip tea with you and cuddle beside the fireplace until dinner and he was so wrapped up in his thoughts, already beginning his rant, he hadn’t even noticed anything different with you when he walked into his room, heading straight for the kettle to start your evening together. 

- You’d been taken back by his lack of awareness, stunned for a moment before you stood up, summoning all the courage you had to call for his attention. It took several mentions of his name before his eyes finally landed on you and he stopped rambling on about his day but when he did, you could feel your heart stop.

- “I’ve-I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you managed to whisper as you fought back tears. His face was unreadable, but his lack of movement had you thinking the absolute worst. Your fear had never been so prominent. You didn’t want to lose him. You couldn’t lose him.

- “You mean, you’ve been hiding all these months?” He finally managed to say once he’d processed the new white tone of your skin and hair. 

- “I-I wasn’t sure how to tell you,” you whimpered, avoiding his eyes as he slowly approached you. 

- Severus walked to you, reach for your hand and placing it in both of his. He could feel the same soft skin beneath his fingertips, but his eyes told him it was someone else. His eyes tried to deceive him, to tell him something other than what he knew was true; you were still you no matter how you looked. 

- It wasn’t until he looked up into your eyes that he’d notice your tears and your beautiful faded blue irises. He could see you were hurting, that you were struggling with your own truth and of course, the last thing you needed right now was for him to struggle with it as well. You’d taken such a leap of faith, trusting him with a large secret.

- He began to feel guilty for hiding his own secrets from you, for hiding his past as a Death Eater and the baggage he was forced to carry with him. Bringing a hand up to your cheek, he slowly swiped away your tears, offering you the smallest of smiles. 

- “You don’t have to hide from me,” he whispered to you, his thumb still lingering under the eyes he couldn’t help but admire. He didn’t think you could be more beautiful, but you’d proven him wrong today with the courage you’d shown, the courage he himself felt he lacked at times. 

- You were beyond relieved to hear those words come out of his mouth, your shoulders shrugging off the weight you’d been carrying around these last few weeks. 

- Severus finished making tea, all thoughts of his treacherous class behind him now as he sat on the couch with you, asking about the potion you used to change your hair, skin and eye colour. 

- He felt sorrow when you spoke of how you felt about your condition, about the shame that weighed you down for looking different than everyone else and he sympathized. He more than anyone could understand the feeling of being on the outsider looking in, like an outlier in a world full of perfection. 

- But he also felt angry at the fact you felt this way at all. Of course, he tried to convince you to embrace your looks and let go of the shelter the potion you’d been drinking had to offer, but he knew it would take time for you to build up such courage. 

- He would be there though when you did find that strength and in the meantime, he would do all he could to support you and assure you that though you may look different, you were still the same Professor the staff and students had come to love. 

- Severus insisted he brew the potion for you rather than have you import it from whatever shop it was you were previously purchasing from, going as far as to alter the formula and elongate it’s affects. But he soon grew tired of this curtain you hid behind, feeling as though it caged you, keeping you from showing the world your true self, always holding you back, afraid of this secret you chose to keep. 

- He didn’t want to do anything without your permission fearing you’d leave him, but he felt pressed and when it seemed as though you’d never give up on taking this potion, he took it upon himself to alter it further so it at the very least kept from hiding your true eye colour. 

- You panicked at first when you’d realized the potion hadn’t taken it’s full effect, worried it was wearing off or that you’d been given a bad batch, but the moment Severus placed a hand over yours to keep you calm, you’d understood what he’d done. Rage was all you could feel at first, but by the end of the day, all you could do was thank him for giving you the push you needed to accept yourself. 

- Not long after, you’d stopped taking the potion entirely and to your utter shock, the world didn’t reject you as you’d once thought. Sure, you got the occasional odd look, but the staff had all shown their support for you and some of your students even went as far as to send you small notes, telling you how much you inspired them. 

-  It was really all thanks to Severus for this newfound freedom you felt, and you couldn’t have been happier to have met someone as loyal and supportive as he was. It was thanks to him you finally felt comfortable in your own skin and it was thanks to him you finally felt like you belonged somewhere in this big world. 

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 6

Chapter SIX

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

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Camren stood in the center of everyone as they crowded around her singing Happy Birthday to her. She was all smiles with her Birthday Girl tiara on, holding up her glass of champagne. She swayed her hips back and forth until they finished.

“Thank you guys! This dinner was amazing. I love every single one of yall, but.. Ya’ girl is ready to turn up,” She points to Mica and Phoenix. “I know there’s more.”

“There’s always more.” Mica says.

Camren says good-bye to her family. Phoenix and Ava thanked everyone for coming out while Mica headed to the parking lot to get Ava’s truck.

Camren, Phoenix, Tiana and Ave piled themselves in Ava’s truck and Mica drove them to the club. As they approached the door, one of the security guards noticed Phoenix.

“Big Blue! What’s up lil mama?”

“Hey Jimmy.” she hugs him.

“They with you?” he motions to the women behind her.

“Of course. It’s Cam’s bday.”

Jimmy nods his head in Camren’s direction, “Happy Birthday. Blue got you the best section in this bitch.”

Camren can’t control herself, bouncing on her feet. “She was always my favorite.”

All of the women look at Camren. “Anything for you, Cam.” Phoenix says, grabbing Camren’s hand is leading them inside. Mica was the last in the small line of women and Jimmy stopped her.

“What’s your name lil mama?”

Mica looked him up and down, checking out his tatted, chiseled arms. He stands 6’4 with the prettiest teeth she had seen on a man. “Mica.” she finally responded.

“Come see me before y’all leave, alright?”

“Yeah, I got you.”

He winks at her and she turns to continue into the club where she found her friends watching her from inside the door.

“I see you, Mica. He fine as hell.” Tiana says.

The ladies follow Phoenix as she leads them to through the club. They traveled across the dance floor, around a huge bar and up a flight of stairs and glowed as they stepped on each step. They continued walking until they reached a huge section, with four bottles of Hennessy already waiting on ice. Coby was already there with a few other friends. He greeted each woman with a huge until her got to Ava. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and kissing her. Phoenix proceeded to line up shot glasses and fill them with Hennessy. Each of her friends grabbed their glass, raising it in the air.

“Happy Birthday Camren. We love your crazy ass to the moon and back.” Phoenix says.

Everyone shouts, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM!”

Tossing their shot glasses back, the women have begun their turn up. A few more shots and they were all twerking on each other and talking their shit, rapping along to every song that came on.

“We need a group picture.” Camren yells into Mica’s ear. Mica passes the message on, gathering all the women up near the balcony. Coby patiently waiting, and laughing, as they tried to map out their drunk poses.

“Can y’all c’mon?”

“WE’RE READY!”

Coby takes their pictures, getting every angle just in case somebody doesn’t like their face in the last pic. Because someone WILL decide on one that they don’t like.

“Send those to me.” Each of them yelled at Coby.

They continued to drink and dance. Drinking always gave Phoenix a bit more courage (and weed calms her nerves enough for her to be bold). She was also an I love you drunk and the feeling were starting to come out. She sat on Ava’s lap, hugging her. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Philly.” Ava smiles.

Mica, Camren and Tiana stood in front of them, “You don’t love us?” Camren yelled.

“Of course I love you. I love all of you so much.”

“We love you too.”

Camren pulls all of them into a group hug. “Thank You for my birthday.”

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As the night progressed, Phoenix found herself just sitting on the couch, babysitting her fourth drink, watching everyone around her. Mica joins her on the couch.

“You good?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m just chilling.”

“Did you text your man, yet?”

“My what!” Phoenix acts surprised.

“YOUR MAN!”

Phoenix playfully rolls her eyes, “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t-- I don’t wanna be all clingy. He just gave me his number a couple hours ago.”

Camren squeezes herself between them. “What are yall over here talking about?”

Mica looks at Phoenix, expecting her to spill it. She looks away, avoiding eye contact.

“Ugh. I’m trying to tell her to text her man.” Mica finally speaks up.

Camren pinches Phoenix, making her look back to them. “You have a man? Philly! Is he cute?”

“He’s not my man.”

“You want him to be. I seen how y’all was looking at each other.” Mica intervenes.

“We’re building a friendship.” Phoenix says trying to convince herself more than her friends.

“Those are the best kinds. But you never told me if he’s cute or not.”

“Yea--”

Mica interrupts, shaking her head. “The nigga is fine, Cam. He thick too. He just screams big dick energy.”

Camren looks impressed. “Girl, text him.”

Phoenix sighs, processing her friends words. The two of them leave her be on the couch once again. She downs the rest of her drink because fuck it. Erik is about to get this text. She picks up her phone from the table in front of her, typing her message.

Phoenix: Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

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Erik had just laid down in his bed. Tired was an understatement. He had worked out hard, earlier that day. After his exchange with Phoenix in the garage, he stopped by his friend, TJ’s place. Catching up and playing 2k. He had cancelled plans with TJ to go to the studio with Phoenix. After a few hours of that and eating a pound of wings, he was home, showered and ready to sleep. That is, until his phone vibrated on his nightstand. He reached for it not really expecting it to be anything. A random number texted him with the message, Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

He knew better. Of course it was Phoenix, but Erik being Erik, he had to have fun with this. His sleep could wait. His thumbs moved around the small keyboard, creating a response.

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Phoenix watched as the text bubbles popped up. She bit her lip to stop her smile from forming and waiting to see what he is going to say.

Erik😛: hmm, 🤔this Tiffany?

Phoenix: Boy, you got me fucked up.

Erik😛: lmao. Relax, Im just messing with you. I know this you baby girl.

Phoenix: You’re an asshole.🙄

Erik😛: You dont mind it though.

Phoenix: anyways. Wyd?

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Erik had completely sat up in his bed now. He wasted no time on saving her number as ‘Babygirl’.

Erik: Been laying here, waiting on you to hit me up. You still out?

Babygirl: Yeah and my bad.🙈 Didn't mean to keep you waiting.

Erik: I don't mind waiting on you.

Babygirl: Don’t make me blush Stevens.

Erik pictured just how she looks blushing and that made him blush. His cheeks were becoming sore from how big he was smiling. Little did he know, she was looking like a complete dork, smiling at her phone in the middle of the club as well.

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Phoenix sat in the corner of the club couch texting Erik until her friends were ready to go. They had all decided they would stay at Coby’s house for the night. His place was their usual ‘after the club’ crashing spot. He had plenty of space for all of them. Tonight would be no different. The women piled into Ava’s Jeep. Camren laid out on the laps of those who sat in the back seat and Ava sat up front with her man. One of Coby’s friends took charge of his car and followed him home.

Phoenix couldn’t wait to make it to Coby’s house to continue texting Erik. She kept her phone in her clutch. She didn’t want to risk one of friends seeing her texting him and trying to be all up in her business even more than they already were.

“Let’s get some wings.” Camren shouted from the backseat.

“Where in the hell are we gonna get some wings from at 2:30 in the morning Cam?”

“I don’t know. I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too.” Mica and Tiana said at the same time.

“You hungry too, Philly?” Coby asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

“When am I not hungry?”

“Y’all gotta be shitting me,” Coby drags his hands over his face. He looks over to see Ava passed out against the window. “Listen. There nowhere that’s open right now that has wings. I can take y’all to McDonalds.”

“YES! I want some nuggets.” Camren sat up, almost hitting her head on the top of the truck.

“Anything else?” Coby asked.

The women started shouting out orders.

“Large fry.” “Nuggets!” “McChicken with cheese.” “Nuggets.”

Coby headed to McDonalds to get their food and take them to his house. He knew they would regret this decision in the morning but he’d rather that than to hear a bunch of drunk women cuss him out over some damn Nuggets if he told them No.

It took forever for McDonald’s to fill his large order. The women whined in protest to how long they were waiting. They finally got the food and dug in without a second thought.

“And y’all better not spill shit in her truck. I’m not trynna hear Ava’s mouth about nothing tomorrow.”

With that being said, Coby got them in the house safely and full. Each woman crashed in different areas of the house. By the time they made it to their destination, Phoenix had forgotten about her text conversation with Erik and passed out in one of Coby’s guest rooms.

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Waking up was rough. Phoenix could feel her heart beating in her head. She rolled around the bed, feeling through the sheets for her phone. The sun was shining bright through the window, she her task was tough when her head was buried under the covers. Not having any luck, she finally got up, still in her dress, to look for her clutch. Somehow, it made its way to the floor at the foot of the bed. She took out her phone to see that it's just past noon and she had two unread text from Erik. She grinned big, swiping her screen to open the messages. She scrolled a bit to read her last response to see what exactly he was responding to because in all honesty, she only remembered a few bits of last night after her third shot.

Phoenix: So are you gonna tell me your reasons for picking the tongue out emoji?

Erik😛: You’re not ready to find that out yet.

Erik😛: lol, you must be KO. Hope you had fun baby girl. Text me when you get up.

Phoenix couldn’t contain her excitement that they were actually texting each other now. No more waiting to just see him on the elevators. Her excitement took a turn when her head started spinning. She felt a knot in her throat. She tried to swallow it back down but there was no stopping it. She had to find a toilet, NOW! She ran into the guest bathroom, throwing up last nights drunk food. She leaned over the toilet, chastising herself. Finally sure that she got it all out, she got up to slowly walk her body out into the hallway. Since Coby’s house is their go to after the club, Coby started keeping a change of clothes for them. She made her way to the hall closet where he kept, t-shirts, leggings, etc along with towels. She picked out a fresh set of clothes and towels and went back into the guest bathroom and showered.

Phoenix got dressed and put her hair up into a top knot bun and went downstairs to find everyone else. She found Coby and Ava in the kitchen. Mica was still asleep in the living room, on the couch. The birthday girl and Tiana were somewhere, probably still asleep.

“Morning.” Coby said. His voice sounded like he was speaking in a megaphone.

“Morning.” she whined.

“C’mon over here,” He motioned to the car seat next to Ava, who was leaning over her arm. “I’ll make you some coffee too.”

Phoenix joined them, laying her head down over her hands. Coby started making her some coffee. He placed the creamer and sugar in front of her.

“My face hurt.” Ava finally spoke.

Coby slid a fresh cup of coffee to Phoenix. She added her creamer and more than enough sugar and sipped it slow.

“It’s almost one. I doubt we make it to brunch.” Phoenix says between sips.

They sat there in silence for awhile before they heard someone dragging their feet into the kitchen. “Morning.” They heard from a yawning voice. It was Camren.

“Morning, birthday girl.” Coby said.

“Stop yelling.” Camren said, leaning over the counter.

“I’m not yelling.”

“I want coffee.”

“Me too.” Mica says, joining them in the kitchen with Tiana right behind her. Coby went ahead and made all three of them some coffee. “Y’all need to eat.” He said filling their mugs.

“I want Roscoe’s.” Camren says.

“Tell me what y’all want and I’ll get it. I know yall asses aint trying to leave no time soon.”

Ava typed up their orders on her phone and sent it in a text to Coby. He left to get their food. While they waited, Camren, Mica and Tiana took showers. Ava and Phoenix waited for them to finish in the backyard, on the patio. They sat out there, both wearing a pair of Coby’s sunglasses in an attempt to block out the sun.

Phoenix remembered that she hadn’t yet texted Erik back. Her thumbs hovered over the phone until she could figure out what to say.

Phoenix: Hey, sorry. I was slumped last night. Good afternoon though.

The text bubbles popped up immediately.

Erik😛: It’s all good baby girl. You have fun?

Phoenix: Yeah. Feels like Im dying now though.

Erik😛: You eat something yet?

Phoenix: Coby’s getting us food. He should be here soon. Wyd?

Erik😛: Tell that nigga hurry up and feed my girl.

Erik😛: Im running some errands.

His girl? Phoenix didn’t mind being called his girl.

Phoenix: Im ya’ girl now?

Before Erik could text back, the rest of her friends joined her and Ava outside and they all started talking about the night before. Reminiscing on the fun times they had. Camren thanked them again for making sure her birthday was special.

“We have one more gift for you, Cam Bam.” Mica says.

“Yall have done enough. Stop it.”

“Girl bye. It’s your birthday.” Ava says walking back into the house.

“What y'all get me?” Camren looks at Phoenix and Mica. Neither of them respond. “Stop playing. What is it?”

Ava joins them again with an envelope in hand, giving it to Camren. “Open it.”

She opens it and pulls out a packet that pictures a villa and things to do on an island.

“What is this?” she yells out in excitement.

Tiana snatches the papers from her hands, “Girl, a vacation.”

“Are yall serious?”

“Mhmm,” Phoenix nods her head. “Five nights and six days in Turks and Caicos. Next month. All five of us.”

Camren started to cry. They hugged her and made fun of her for always crying. Coby comes back in with the food. He brings it outside to them.

“Damn, Cam. You always crying, bro.” he says, sitting the food on the table.

“Shut up. They got me a vacation.”

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Phoenix walks through her door, exhausted. She threw her body on her couch. What a day. Camren loved her birthday and her gift. Phoenix enjoyed her friends but let's be honest… people, including her friends, were tiring. Her social battery died hours ago. The relief to be home, alone in her own space. She laid there with her eyes closed, taking in the silence of her living room. Her phone goes off, taking Phoenix from her mind. She gets up to find it. She dropped all of her belongings on the floor when she came in and searched through her bag for it. Finally finding it, she has a text from Erik.

Erik😛: You made it in?

Suddenly, Phoenix had energy. She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. Smiling down at her phone, she responds.

Phoenix: yeah. Just got in.

Erik😛: wow, smh. Thanks for letting me know.

Phoenix: lol im sorry.

Biting her lip, she wants to do something. Her thumbs hover her keyboard. Erik hadn’t texted back yet so she still had time. Fuck it! What’s the worst that could happen?

Phoenix: Are you home?

The three minutes it took for him to respond felt like three years. Her palms were sweaty as she watched the bubbles pop up on the screen.

Erik😛: yeah. Whats up?

Phoenix: wanna come hang out with me?

Phoenix drops her phone on the floor. Her nerves taking over. “What the fuck am I doing? Am I doing this right now?” Her phone dings. She couldn’t open the message. What if he doesn’t want to? She picks up her phone, taking in a shaky breath as she swipes his message open.

Erik😛: 👀 yeah.

Erik😛: I got something for you too.

Phoenix: for me? What is it?

Erik😛: I’ll be down there in a minute. You’ll see.

Phoenix jumps up and picking up her bag and clothes from the night before, tossing them in her room and closing her bedroom door. She rushes back into the living room, turning on the tv. She checks her snack cabinet. She has plenty. “Okay...okay,” she says to herself. “We’re all good. This is gonna be cool. Just two friends--” her words are cut off by a knock at the door. She wipes her sweaty palms on her leggings and makes her way to the door. She opens the door and the site before her, snatched her breath. Erik stood there with his bare, muscled arms on full display as he sported a crisp, white fitted tank, paired with heather grey joggers that hung low. His dreads hung wildly over his face. She took in his seemingly flawless appearance piece by piece. Phoenix hadn’t realized that she was standing there, just staring at him until her waved his hand in her face, breaking her trance.

“Phoenix!” his voice boomed through her ears, flowing down into her chest. She squeezes eyes shut to regroup. She opens her eyes, pushing a small smile.

“Sorry.” she steps back to welcome him in.

He chuckles to himself. “You good, baby girl. You like what you see. I understand.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Stevens.”

He follows her to the couch. He digs into his pocket, pulling out a blunt. “This is for you.”

“Aw, thanks Stevens. We can smoke this right now, actually.”

He gives her a lighter and she lights the blunt taking a hit. Then another. She passes it to him. He takes a drag.

“So Stevens, I figured you could watch Steven Universe with me and eat Oreos.”

“Steven Universe? What the fuck is that?” he passes her the blunt.

“Only my favorite cartoon ever. It’s really good. You’re gonna like it.”

She gives him back the blunt and starts the show from episode one. She grabs a few snacks from the kitchen. “Look what I got.” She holds up two Martinelli Apple Juice. Erik holds his heart with a smile.

“You remembered.”

She joins him again on the couch, sitting so close, their thighs were touching. As the first episode begins, Phoenix sings along with the theme song. Erik watches her with a smile at how excited she was to be singing along. Erik reached down, grabbing her ankles and sliding her legs over his lap. She watched him, not taking her eyes from his hands as his fingertips trailed up her leg until he reached her thigh. He gripped her thigh and massaged it. The entire time his eyes never left the tv screen. Phoenix’s breath hitched as he continued rubbing the spot where his hand rested on her. She looked up at him. He was sitting there like he was just unaware of what he was doing. Something happened on the show that made him laugh and she watched as his body bounced with laughter. To distract herself, she stuffed an Oreo in her mouth and did her best to pay attention to the tv.

“Damn girl, you hogging the cookies.”

Phoenix had been cradling the pack of cookies, eating one right after the other. “Sorry. You want one?”

“Yeah. Feed me one.”

“Feed you one?”

“Yeah, c’mon girl.” He opened his mouth.

She slowly swallowed the remaining pieces she was holding in her mouth. She held the Oreo between her fingers, “You want me to break it for you?”

He cuts his eye at her. “Phoenix, I’m a grown ass man. Put the cookie in my mouth.”

She looked at him with a smirk. She would gladly put the cookie in his mouth. She giggled as she fed him the cookie. He caught on to why she was tickled and laughed himself. “You’re childish baby girl.”

“You said it.”

They continued watching the show and eventually ate the entire pack of Oreos. They were seven episodes deep when Phoenix found herself leaning on Erik’s shoulder. Her fingers were absentmindedly tracing his scars. When she noticed what she was doing, she looked at him, wondering if he knew what she was doing. Was he secretly enjoying it? He could feel her staring at the side of his face. He peeks over at her.

“What?” he asked.

She rubs her thumbs over her scars in thought. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Looking at his arm, “What’s the meaning behind these?”

He watches as her thumbs move softly over his scars. He clenches his jaw and unclenches. Their eyes meet.

“Can I trust you?” he asked.

“I’m pretty sure if you couldn’t trust me, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now.”

“True. If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t look at me any differently.”

“I promise.”

He sits there for a moment, gathering the right words. Phoenix was patient with him. She knew there was a deeper story to him. She was willing to sit there as long as she needed for him to feel comfortable. She continued to rub her thumb over her scars in the hopes that it would settle his thoughts.

“Remember when I told you my parents died when I was young and I had to take care of myself?” he started. Phoenix nodded, remembering their conversation in the studio. “That shit changed me. It was nothing that I could do. I was ready to give it to any and everybody. But I was smart about it. I went to the Navy. I trained. I worked hard. I was the best nigga they had. When it was time to get my boots on the ground, I made sure I always hit my target and anything that tried to get in my way. Each kill became a mark.”

Phoenix’s eyes trailed down in arm. There were so many scars. That meant so many bodies.

“I was top ranked. I was given the name Killmonger because I had so many kills.” he continued. “The scars were my way of making sure everybody knew how powerful I was. I wasn’t somebody to be fucked with. I’m not that helpless little boy on missions.”

Phoenix’s thumb motions stopped but she still held his arm in her hand. He looked over at her, searching her face for any sign of disgust or hate. Nothing. Her eyes met his.

“So you still do those missions?” she asked.

“Yeah. They’re a little different now.”

Phoenix seemed interested in what he meant. So he continued telling her how he is chosen for the top missions because of his skill. She asked about his parents and for the first time ever, Erik explained the truth about them. His mother dying in prison. His father being a prince of Wakanda and being killed by his own brother. The more he talked about Wakanda, Phoenix became confused.

“Wait… I thought Wakanada was like a third world country.” she said.

“That’s what they tell the world, but it’s far from a third world country.”

Phoenix sat there quietly, looking off at nothing. She pulled herself away from him in thought. He took that as her hating him.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you Phoenix.”

Her head snapped toward him. “It never crossed my mind that you would. I don’t think you’re a big, bad, scary person, E. Like you said, you did what you had to do.”

“Then why did you move over there?”

“Just thinking. I couldn’t imagine having to go through any of that. Here I am thinking my life was so shitty back in Detroit. Sure, it was bad but things could’ve been worse. You’re strong as fuck and honestly, I wish I had balls like you.”

A cheesy smile crept up on Erik’s face. “Nobody got balls like me.”

Phoenix looks at him with a straight face. “Wow. Here I am thinking we’re having a moment and you wanna talk about your balls.”

“You brought up my balls baby girl. I’ll gladly share them with you.”

“You know what I meant.” She said, hitting him in the chest.

“C’mere you little angry bird.” Erik pulls Phoenix back over to him. This time, he pulled her onto his lap. Sitting on him, she could feel his dick under his thin shorts. This man was blessed. He moved his body up, adjusting himself. He had to know exactly what he was doing. Staying up there would be dangerous. She needed to move herself. So she slid her body down to where she is now pinned between him and the arm of the chair. He legs are sitting on top of his. He gripped her thighs again. “You made me miss what happened so we have to start this episode over.” He picked up the remote, restarting the episode. Phoenix didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. The two of them continue watching Steven Universe like nothing ever happened. He wrapped his hand around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Phoenix had drifted off to sleep. Erik softly shook her awake.

“Philly. Wake up baby girl.”

Phoenix slowly wakes up, stretching. “How long was I sleep?”

“Not long. But it’s getting late. I’m gonna get out of her and let you rest.”

Phoenix lays back on his shoulder. “You’re really comfortable.”

Erik scoops Phoenix up in his arms. He picks her up, as he stands and setting her down carefully on her feet. They share a smile. She follows him to the door to let him out. When they approach the door, Erik turns around and snakes his hand around Phoenix’s waist, pulling her into a hug. She automatically wrapped both of her arms around his neck. She took in his presence, one last time. He pulled back, grabbing her chin. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her body melted into his as laid her head against his chest. “Don’t forget to text me about your show tomorrow.” he spoke lowly in her ear. All Phoenix would do was nod her head. He opened the door, stepping out.

“Goodnight baby girl.”

“Night, E.”

Closing the door and locking it. Phoenix leaned back on the door. She wanted so bad to turn her head and catch his lips with hers. She fought against it. Her brain now ringing with the ‘what if’s’ if she did. She couldn’t do this to herself. She was going to bed.

[blackstonesandtrapnest]

Hi lovely! I believe you follow my QPR Nana fanfic tender rain? Could I please request some Nobu x Reader fluff? Have a lovely day!

OMG hey :D Thanks for stopping by and thanks for the request! ^_^ Go check this lovely lady out on Quotev! Reader is female btw! Sorry it’s too long! It’s under the cut due to the length!

~~Birthday Relaxation~~

Working 12 hour night shifts in a factory was quite exhausting and taking its toll on Y/N. But just because she was the girlfriend of a rockstar didn’t mean that she was a gold digger. While she definitely appreciated her boyfriend Nobu’s offer to help her pay for college and most other basic necessities since BLAST’s debut turned out be a raging success, Y/N preferred to pay her own way hence why she was currently working in a factory. Luckily her schedule was planned around her studies and her parents still sent her money every month as long as she kept her grades up so everything was pretty excellent on her end.

Right now, Y/N was currently asleep in Nobu’s apartment wearing some rather....interesting pajamas that she had decided to buy when she got paid last week. Y/N had the weekend off and it wasn’t just any weekend. It was her 25th birthday and to celebrate, she had decided to spend the weekend at Nobu’s place like they planned. However said boyfriend wasn’t present at the moment since he had attended a party with BLAST last night after another big concert which Y/N couldn’t attend due to being at work but she definitely got some pics and texts from everyone alongside birthday wishes which made her shift a lot less boring and more eventful!

Y/N felt the bed shift and warm arms wrapping around her which made her coo and smile. “Hung over I assume?” She giggled at the look on Nobu’s face as she spoke. “No Y/N I’m not hung over. Well at least not anymore. Did you come straight here after you got off from work? Now I feel like crap for not being here.”

“It’s ok Nobu. You’re here now and that’s what matters. We have an entire weekend to spend together remember?”

“Happy birthday Y/N. I’m gonna make this the best birthday you’ve ever had! Starting with your present! A gift from BLAST to you!” Nobu also had secretly planned to take her to dinner at a fancy restaurant where the others would be waiting for them but it was obviously a surprise.

Nobu picked up a rather long box that he had hidden underneath his bed and gave it to Y/N. “We all pitched in for this but it was mostly my idea so feel free to thank only me!”

“Shut up you dork! I’m thanking all four of you when we go out for dinner later on!”

Y/N opened up the box and gasped at what she saw. The box contained a gorgeous black leather jacket and pants complete with skull earrings and a matching necklace. “What in the world Nobu?! It’s beautiful!”

“Look and see what’s on the back of the jacket.”

Picking up the jacket and turning it around, Y/N saw that it had her name on the back of it along with her birthday. With tears leaking from her eyes at this point, she launched herself at Nobu and hugged him tightly, peppering his face with kisses. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome Y/N! I love you too!” Nobu laughed as he returned the hug and kisses with just as much enthusiasm and love. Eventually breaking apart from her boyfriend, Y/N hopped out of the bed with her gift in hand and Nobu sputtered when he saw her pajamas.

“Wait a minute! When did you start wearing stuff like that?! Not that I’m complaining of course!”

“You’re just now noticing my pajamas Nobu? I bought these last week when I got paid. I assume you like them? Good cause I got even more of these!”

Taking off her pajamas, Y/N slipped on her new outfit (not caring that she didn’t have a shirt or bra on) and twirled around, showing how well it fit her body. Striking a sexy pose, Y/N gave Nobu a sultry wink. The poor boy looked like he had seen a ghost and was as red as a beet. His reaction was nothing short of priceless.

“Put a shirt on Y/N!”

“Nope! I wanna make you suffer some more! Do you like what you see?”

“Yes now cut it out! If you keep that up, then your birthday will be ruined!”

“Ruined how? Nobuo what are you hiding?”

“I’m not telling you! Put on a shirt so we can go! You’re not spending your birthday all cooped up in here!”

Not feeling like interrogating her boyfriend, Y/N put on a black crop top that clung to her body and zipped up her jacket before putting on her boots. Nobu snuck up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her head which made her jump and tense up. “Sorry Y/N but I gotta do this. Can’t spoil your surprise now can I? Just trust me. You’ll love it.”

This was gonna be one hell of a birthday.

[dreamgirl4certain]

The Elevator Bae

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

Chapter SIX

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

A/N: This one is kinda long. I had a good, black time writing this chapter. Things are definitely picking up more with this one. :)

Camren stood in the center of everyone as they crowded around her singing Happy Birthday to her. She was all smiles with her Birthday Girl tiara on, holding up her glass of champagne. She swayed her hips back and forth until they finished.

“Thank you guys! This dinner was amazing. I love every single one of yall, but.. Ya’ girl is ready to turn up,” She points to Mica and Phoenix. “I know there’s more.”

“There’s always more.” Mica says.

Camren says good-bye to her family. Phoenix and Ava thanked everyone for coming out while Mica headed to the parking lot to get Ava’s truck.

Camren, Phoenix, Tiana and Ava piled themselves in Ava’s truck and Mica drove them to the club. As they approached the door, one of the security guards noticed Phoenix.

“Big Blue! What’s up lil mama?”

“Hey Jimmy.” she hugs him.

“They with you?” he motions to the women behind her.

“Of course. It’s Cam’s Bday.”

Jimmy nods his head in Camren’s direction, “Happy Birthday. Blue got you the best section in this bitch.”

Camren can’t control herself, bouncing on her feet. “She was always my favorite.”

All of the women look at Camren. “Anything for you, Cam.” Phoenix says, grabbing Camren’s hand is leading them inside. Mica was the last in the small line of women and Jimmy stopped her.

“What’s your name lil mama?”

Mica looked him up and down, checking out his tatted, chiseled arms. He stands 6’4 with the prettiest teeth she had seen on a man. “Mica.” she finally responded.

“Come see me before y’all leave, alright?”

“Yeah, I got you.”

He winks at her and she turns to continue into the club where she found her friends watching her from inside the door.

“I see you, Mica. He fine as hell.” Tiana says.

The ladies follow Phoenix as she leads them to through the club. They traveled across the dance floor, around a huge bar and up a flight of stairs and glowed as they stepped on each step. They continued walking until they reached a huge section, with four bottles of Hennessy already waiting on ice. Coby was already there with a few other friends. He greeted each woman with a hug until her got to Ava. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and kissing her. Phoenix proceeded to line up shot glasses and fill them with Hennessy. Each of her friends grabbed their glass, raising it in the air.

“Happy Birthday Camren. We love your crazy ass to the moon and back.” Phoenix says.

Everyone shouts, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM!”

Tossing their shot glasses back, the women have begun their turn up. A few more shots and they were all twerking on each other and talking their shit, rapping along to every song that came on.

“We need a group picture.” Camren yells into Mica’s ear. Mica passes the message on, gathering all the women up near the balcony. Coby patiently waiting, and laughing, as they tried to map out their drunk poses.

“Can y’all c’mon?”

“WE’RE READY!”

Coby takes their pictures, getting every angle just in case somebody doesn’t like their face in the last pic. Because someone WILL decide on one that they don’t like.

“Send those to me.” Each of them yelled at Coby.

They continued to drink and dance. Drinking always gave Phoenix a bit more courage (and weed calms her nerves enough for her to be bold). She was also an I love you drunk and the feeling were starting to come out. She sat on Ava’s lap, hugging her. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Philly.” Ava smiles.

Mica, Camren and Tiana stood in front of them, “You don’t love us?” Camren yelled.

“Of course I love you. I love all of you so much.”

“We love you too.”

Camren pulls all of them into a group hug. “Thank You for my birthday.”

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As the night progressed, Phoenix found herself just sitting on the couch, babysitting her fourth drink, watching everyone around her. Mica joins her on the couch.

“You good?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m just chilling.”

“Did you text your man, yet?”

“My what!” Phoenix acts surprised.

“YOUR MAN!”

Phoenix playfully rolls her eyes, “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t-- I don’t wanna be all clingy. He just gave me his number a couple hours ago.”

Camren squeezes herself between them. “What are yall over here talking about?”

Mica looks at Phoenix, expecting her to spill it. She looks away, avoiding eye contact.

“Ugh. I’m trying to tell her to text her man.” Mica finally speaks up.

Camren pinches Phoenix, making her look back to them. “You have a man? Philly! Is he cute?”

“He’s not my man.”

“You want him to be. I seen how y’all was looking at each other.” Mica intervenes.

“We’re building a friendship.” Phoenix says trying to convince herself more than her friends.

“Those are the best kinds. But IS HE CUTE?!”

“Yea--”

“The nigga is fine, Cam,” Mica interrupts, shaking her head. “He thick too. He just screams big dick energy.”

Camren looks impressed. “Girl, text him.”

Phoenix sighs, processing her friends words. The two of them leave her be on the couch once again. She downs the rest of her drink because fuck it. Erik is about to get this text. She picks up her phone from the table in front of her, typing her message.

Phoenix: Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

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Erik had just laid down in his bed. Tired was an understatement. He had worked out hard, earlier that day. After his exchange with Phoenix in the garage, he stopped by his friend, TJ’s place. Catching up and playing 2k. He had cancelled plans with TJ to go to the studio with Phoenix. After a few hours of that and eating a pound of wings, he was home, showered and ready to sleep. That is, until his phone vibrated on his nightstand. He reached for it not really expecting it to be anything. A random number texted him with the message, Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

He knew better. Of course it was Phoenix, but Erik being Erik, he had to have fun with this. His sleep could wait. His thumbs moved around the small keyboard, creating a response.

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Phoenix watched as the text bubbles popped up. She bit her lip to stop her smile from forming and waiting to see what he is going to say.

Erik😛: hmm, 🤔this Tiffany?

Phoenix: Boy, you got me fucked up.

Erik😛: lmao. Relax, Im just messing with you. I know this you baby girl.

Phoenix: You’re an asshole.🙄

Erik😛: You dont mind it though.

Phoenix: anyways. Wyd?

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Erik had completely sat up in his bed now. He wasted no time on saving her number as ‘Babygirl’.

Erik: Been laying here, waiting on you to hit me up. You still out?

Babygirl: Yeah and my bad.🙈 Didn't mean to keep you waiting.

Erik: I don't mind waiting on you.

Babygirl: Don’t make me blush Stevens.

Erik pictured just how she looks blushing and that made him blush. His cheeks were becoming sore from how big he was smiling. Little did he know, she was looking like a complete dork, smiling at her phone in the middle of the club as well.

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Phoenix sat in the corner of the club couch texting Erik until her friends were ready to go. They had all decided they would stay at Coby’s house for the night. His place was their usual ‘after the club’ crashing spot. He had plenty of space for all of them. Tonight would be no different. The women piled into Ava’s Jeep. Camren laid out on the laps of those who sat in the back seat and Ava sat up front with her man. One of Coby’s friends took charge of his car and followed him home.

Phoenix couldn’t wait to make it to Coby’s house to continue texting Erik. She kept her phone in her clutch. She didn’t want to risk one of friends seeing her texting him and trying to be all up in her business even more than they already were.

“Let’s get some wings.” Camren shouted from the backseat.

“Where in the hell are we gonna get some wings from at 2:30 in the morning Cam?”

“I don’t know. I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too.” Mica and Tiana said at the same time.

“Let me guess. You hungry too, Philly?” Coby asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

“When am I not hungry?”

“Y’all gotta be shitting me,” Coby drags his hands over his face. He looks over to see Ava passed out against the window. “Listen. There’s nowhere that’s open right now that has wings. I can take y’all to McDonalds.”

“YES! I want some nuggets.” Camren sat up, almost hitting her head on the top of the truck.

“Anything else?” Coby asked.

The women started shouting out orders.

“Large fry.” “Nuggets!” “McChicken with cheese.” “Nuggets.”

Coby headed to McDonalds to get their food and take them to his house. He knew they would regret this decision in the morning but he’d rather that than to hear a bunch of drunk women cuss him out over some damn Nuggets if he told them No.

It took forever for McDonald’s to fill his large order. The women whined in protest to how long they were waiting. They finally got the food and dug in without a second thought.

“And y’all better not spill shit in her truck. I’m not trynna hear Ava’s mouth about nothing tomorrow.”

Coby got them in the house safely and full. Each woman crashed in different areas of the house. By the time they made it to their destination, Phoenix had forgotten about her text conversation with Erik and passed out in one of Coby’s guest rooms.

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Waking up was rough. Phoenix could feel her heart beating in her head. She rolled around the bed, feeling through the sheets for her phone. The sun was shining bright through the window, so her task was tough with her head buried under the covers. Not having any luck, she finally got up, still in her dress, to look for her clutch. Somehow, it made its way to the floor at the foot of the bed. She took out her phone to see that it's just past noon and she had two unread text from Erik. She grinned big, swiping her screen to open the messages. She scrolled a bit to read her last response to see what exactly he was responding to because in all honesty, she only remembered a few bits of last night after her third shot.

Phoenix: So are you gonna tell me your reasons for picking the tongue out emoji?

Erik😛: You’re not ready to find that out yet.

Erik😛: lol, you must be KO. Hope you had fun baby girl. Text me when you get up.

Phoenix couldn’t contain her excitement that they were actually texting each other now. No more waiting to just see him on the elevators. Her excitement took a turn when her head started spinning. She felt a knot in her throat. She tried to swallow it back down but there was no stopping it. She had to find a toilet, NOW! She ran into the guest bathroom, throwing up last nights drunk food. She leaned over the toilet, chastising herself. Finally sure that she got it all out, she got up to slowly walk her body out into the hallway. Since Coby’s house is their go to after the club, Coby started keeping a change of clothes for them. She made her way to the hall closet where he kept, t-shirts, leggings, etc along with towels. She picked out a fresh set of clothes and towels and went back into the guest bathroom and showered.

Phoenix got dressed and put her hair up into a top knot bun and went downstairs to find everyone else. She found Coby and Ava in the kitchen. Mica was still asleep in the living room, on the couch. The birthday girl and Tiana were somewhere, probably still asleep.

“Morning.” Coby said. His voice sounded like he was speaking in a megaphone.

“Morning.” she whined.

“C’mon over here,” He motioned to the car seat next to Ava, who was leaning over her arm. “I’ll make you some coffee too.”

Phoenix joined them, laying her head down over her hands. Coby started making her some coffee. He placed the creamer and sugar in front of her.

“My face hurt.” Ava finally spoke.

Coby slid a fresh cup of coffee to Phoenix. She added her creamer and more than enough sugar and sipped it slow.

“It’s almost one. I doubt we make it to brunch.” Phoenix says between sips.

They sat there in silence for awhile before they heard someone dragging their feet into the kitchen. “Morning.” They heard from a yawning voice. It was Camren.

“Morning, birthday girl.” Coby said.

“Stop yelling.” Camren said, leaning over the counter.

“I’m not yelling.”

“I want coffee.”

“Me too.” Mica says, joining them in the kitchen with Tiana right behind her. Coby went ahead and made all three of them some coffee. “Y’all need to eat.” He said filling their mugs.

“I want Roscoe’s.” Camren says.

“Tell me what y’all want and I’ll get it. I know yall asses aint trying to leave no time soon.”

Ava typed up their orders on her phone and sent it in a text to Coby. He left to get their food. While they waited, Camren, Mica and Tiana took showers. Ava and Phoenix waited for them to finish in the backyard, on the patio. They sat out there, both wearing a pair of Coby’s sunglasses in an attempt to block out the sun.

Phoenix remembered that she hadn’t yet texted Erik back. Her thumbs hovered over the phone until she could figure out what to say.

Phoenix: Hey, sorry. I was slumped last night. Good afternoon though.

The text bubbles popped up immediately.

Erik😛: It’s all good baby girl. You have fun?

Phoenix: Yeah. Feels like Im dying now though.

Erik😛: You eat something yet?

Phoenix: Coby’s getting us food. He should be here soon. Wyd?

Erik😛: Tell that nigga hurry up and feed my girl.

Erik😛: Im running some errands.

His girl? Phoenix didn’t mind being called his girl.

Phoenix: Im ya’ girl now?

Before Erik could text back, the rest of her friends joined her and Ava outside and they all started talking about the night before. Reminiscing on the fun times they had. Camren thanked them again for making sure her birthday was special.

“We have one more gift for you, Cam Bam.” Mica says.

“Yall have done enough. Stop it.”

“Girl bye. It’s your birthday.” Ava says walking back into the house.

“What y'all get me?” Camren looks at Phoenix and Mica. Neither of them respond. “Stop playing. What is it?”

Ava joins them again with an envelope in hand, giving it to Camren. “Open it.”

She opens it and pulls out a packet that pictures a villa and things to do on an island.

“What is this?” she yells out in excitement.

Tiana snatches the papers from her hands, “Girl, a vacation.”

“Are yall serious?”

“Mhmm,” Phoenix nods her head. “Five nights and six days in Turks and Caicos. Next month. All five of us.”

Camren started to cry. They hugged her and made fun of her for always crying. Coby comes back in with the food. He brings it outside to them.

“Damn, Cam. You always crying, bro.” he says, sitting the food on the table.

“Shut up. They got me a vacation.”

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Phoenix walks through her door, exhausted. She threw her body on her couch. What a day. Camren loved her birthday and her gift. Phoenix enjoyed her friends but let's be honest… people, including her friends, were tiring. Her social battery died hours ago. The relief to be home, alone in her own space. She laid there with her eyes closed, taking in the silence of her living room. Her phone goes off, taking Phoenix from her mind. She gets up to find it. She dropped all of her belongings on the floor when she came in and searched through her bag for it. Finally finding it, she has a text from Erik.

Erik😛: You made it in?

Suddenly, Phoenix had energy. She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. Smiling down at her phone, she responds.

Phoenix: yeah. Just got in.

Erik😛: wow, smh. Thanks for letting me know.

Phoenix: lol im sorry.

Biting her lip, she wants to do something. Her thumbs hover her keyboard. Erik hadn’t texted back yet so she still had time. Fuck it! What’s the worst that could happen?

Phoenix: Are you home?

The three minutes it took for him to respond felt like three years. Her palms were sweaty as she watched the bubbles pop up on the screen.

Erik😛: yeah. Whats up?

Phoenix: wanna come hang out with me?

Phoenix drops her phone on the floor. Her nerves taking over. “What the fuck am I doing? Am I doing this right now?” She asks herself. Her phone dings. She couldn’t open the message. What if he doesn’t want to? She picks up her phone, taking in a shaky breath as she swipes his message open.

Erik😛: 👀 yeah.

Erik😛: I got something for you too.

Phoenix: for me? What is it?

Erik😛: I’ll be down there in a minute. You’ll see.

Phoenix jumps up and picking up her bag and clothes from the night before, tossing them in her room and closing her bedroom door. She rushes back into the living room, turning on the tv. She checks her snack cabinet. She has plenty. “Okay...okay,” she says to herself. “We’re all good. This is gonna be cool. Just two friends--” her words are cut off by a knock at the door. She wipes her sweaty palms on her leggings and makes her way to the door. She opens the door and the site before her, snatched her breath. Erik stood there with his bare, muscled arms on full display as he sported a crisp, white fitted tank, paired with heather grey joggers that hung low. His dreads hung wildly over his face. She took in his seemingly flawless appearance piece by piece. Phoenix hadn’t realized that she was standing there, just staring at him until he waved his hand in her face, breaking her trance.

“Phoenix!” his voice boomed through her ears, flowing down into her chest. She squeezes eyes shut to regroup. She opens her eyes, pushing a small smile.

“Sorry.” she steps back to welcome him in.

He chuckles to himself. “You good, baby girl. You like what you see. I understand.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Stevens.”

He follows her to the couch. He digs into his pocket, pulling out a blunt. “This is for you.”

“Aw, thanks Stevens. We can smoke this right now, actually.”

He gives her a lighter and she lights the blunt taking a hit. Then another. She passes it to him. He takes a drag.

“So Stevens, I figured you could watch Steven Universe with me and eat Oreos.”

“Steven Universe? What the fuck is that?” he passes her the blunt.

“Only my favorite cartoon ever. It’s really good. You’re gonna like it.”

She gives him back the blunt and starts the show from episode one. She grabs a few snacks from the kitchen. “Look what I got.” She holds up two Martinelli Apple Juice. Erik holds his heart with a smile.

“You remembered.”

Erik had mentioned in the studio how much her loved Martinelli’s. She joins him again on the couch, sitting so close, their thighs were touching. As the first episode begins, Phoenix sings along with the theme song. Erik watches her with a smile. Erik reached down, grabbing her ankles and sliding her legs over his lap. She watched him, not taking her eyes from his hands as his fingertips trailed up her leg until he reached her thigh. He gripped her thigh and massaged it. The entire time his eyes never left the tv screen. Phoenix’s breath hitched as he continued rubbing the spot where his hand rested on her. She looked up at him. He was sitting there like he was just unaware of what he was doing. Something happened on the show that made him laugh and she watched as his body bounced with laughter. To distract herself, she stuffed an Oreo in her mouth and did her best to pay attention to the tv.

“Damn girl, you hogging the cookies.”

Phoenix had been cradling the pack of cookies, eating one right after the other. “Sorry. You want one?”

“Yeah. Feed me one.”

“Feed you one?”

“Yeah, c’mon girl.” He opened his mouth.

She slowly swallowed the remaining pieces she was holding in her mouth. She held the Oreo between her fingers, “You want me to break it for you?”

He cuts his eye at her. “Phoenix, I’m a grown ass man. Put the cookie in my mouth.”

She looked at him with a smirk. She would gladly put the cookie in his mouth. She giggled as she fed him the cookie. He caught on to why she was tickled and laughed himself. “You’re childish baby girl.”

“You said it.”

They continued watching the show and eventually ate the entire pack of Oreos. They were seven episodes deep when Phoenix found herself leaning on Erik’s shoulder. Her fingers were absentmindedly tracing his scars. When she noticed what she was doing, she looked at him, wondering if he knew what she was doing. Was he secretly enjoying it? He could feel her staring at the side of his face. He peeks over at her.

“What?” he asked.

She rubs her thumbs over her scars in thought. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Looking at his arm, “What’s the meaning behind these?”

He watches as her thumbs move softly over his scars. He clenches his jaw and unclenches. Their eyes meet.

“Can I trust you?” he asked.

“I’m pretty sure if you couldn’t trust me, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now.”

“True. If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t look at me any differently.”

“I promise.”

He sits there for a moment, gathering the right words. Phoenix was patient with him. She knew there was a deeper story to him. She was willing to sit there as long as she needed for him to feel comfortable. She continued to rub her thumb over her scars in the hopes that it would settle his thoughts.

“Remember when I told you my parents died when I was young and I had to take care of myself?” he started. Phoenix nodded, remembering their conversation in the studio. “That shit changed me. It was nothing that I could do. I was ready to give it to any and everybody. But I was smart about it. I went to the Navy. I trained. I worked hard. I was the best nigga they had. When it was time to get my boots on the ground, I made sure I always hit my target and anything that tried to get in my way. Each kill became a mark.”

Phoenix’s eyes trailed down in arm. There were so many scars. That meant so many bodies.

“I was top ranked. I was given the name Killmonger because I had so many kills.” he continued. “The scars were my way of making sure everybody knew how powerful I was. I wasn’t somebody to be fucked with. I’m not that helpless little boy anymore.”

Phoenix’s thumb motions stopped but she still held his arm in her hand. He looked over at her, searching her face for any sign of disgust or hate. Her eyes met his.

“So you still do those missions?” she asked.

“Yeah. They’re a little different now.”

Phoenix seemed interested in what he meant. So he continued telling her how he is chosen for the top missions because of his skill. She asked about his parents and for the first time ever, Erik explained the truth about them. His mother dying in prison. His father being a prince of Wakanda and being killed by his own brother. The more he talked about Wakanda, Phoenix became confused.

“Wait… I thought Wakanada was like a third world country.” she said.

“That’s what they tell the world, but it’s far from a third world country.”

Phoenix sat there quietly, looking off at nothing. She pulled herself away from him in thought. He took that as her hating him.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you Phoenix.”

Her head snapped toward him. “It never crossed my mind that you would. I don’t think you’re a big, bad, scary person, E. Like you said, you did what you had to do.”

“Then why did you move over there?”

“Just thinking. I couldn’t imagine having to go through any of that. Here I am thinking my life was so shitty back in Detroit. Sure, it was bad but things could’ve been worse. You’re strong as fuck and honestly, I wish I had balls like you.”

A cheesy smile crept up on Erik’s face. “Nobody got balls like me.”

Phoenix looks at him with a straight face. “Wow. Here I am thinking we’re having a moment and you wanna talk about your balls.”

“You brought up my balls baby girl. I’ll gladly share them with you.”

“You know what I meant.” She said, hitting him in the chest.

“C’mere you little angry bird.” Erik pulls Phoenix back over to him. This time, he pulled her onto his lap. While sitting on him, she could feel his dick through his sweatpants. Was he free balling? It felt like all he was sporting were the shorts. This man was blessed. He moved his body up, adjusting himself. He had to know exactly what he was doing. Staying up there would be dangerous. She needed to move herself. So she slid her body down to where she is now pinned between him and the arm of the couch. Her legs are sitting on top of his. He gripped her thighs again. “You made me miss what happened so we have to start this episode over.” He picked up the remote, restarting the episode. Phoenix didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. The two of them continue watching Steven Universe like nothing ever happened. He wrapped his hand around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Phoenix had drifted off to sleep. Erik softly shook her awake.

“Philly. Wake up baby girl.”

Phoenix slowly wakes up, stretching. “How long was I sleep?”

“Not long. But it’s getting late. I’m gonna get out of here and let you rest.”

Phoenix lays back on his shoulder. “You’re really comfortable.”

Erik scoops Phoenix up in his arms. He picks her up as he stands and setting her down carefully on her feet. They share a smile. She follows him to the door to let him out. When they approach the door, Erik turns around and snakes his hand around Phoenix’s waist, pulling her into a hug. She automatically wrapped both of her arms around his neck. She took in his presence one last time. He pulled back and grabbed her chin. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her body melted into his as she laid her head against his chest. “Don’t forget to text me about your show tomorrow.” he spoke lowly in her ear. All Phoenix would do was nod her head. He opened the door, stepping out.

“Goodnight baby girl.”

“Night, E.”

Closing the door and locking it. Phoenix leaned back on the door. She wanted so bad to turn her head and catch his lips with hers. Her brain now ringing with the ‘what if’s’ if she did. She couldn’t do this to herself. She was going to bed.

Tags: @lushloaded @abeautifulmindexposed @purple-apricots @missshae @lostennyc @tip222u @janelledarling @chaneajoyyy @thadelightfulone **If anyone would like to be tagged, please let me know :)

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Hermit Crab Set Ups

So I’ve shared some of my hermit crab tank set ups here & there in various posts. I decided to make a master post that contains pictures of all the various ways I’ve set up my hermit crab tanks, so that I can explain why I changed some of the things that I did, and so that they can maybe provide some inspiration if anyone’s looking for ideas! :) 

40g - Original tank

My first tank, from 4 years ago. I had three hermit crabs in it. I love the dimensions of a 40g for housing 3-4 crabs. I was very happy with the amount of greenery “clutter” in the tank, and my water pools were perfectly-sized for the tank (hard to see the fresh water one, it’s clear & just below the purple flower on the right). I would’ve liked more high climbing areas for them, but overall not too bad. 

This tank had a false bottom, which didn’t work well because I didn’t do a very good job of it. Gotta make sure they’re well supported & secured well if you wanna do a false bottom for a crab tank, due to the weight of the substrate & how good crabs are getting into trouble.

Also that mopani log has continued to be a fantastic piece of decor for my tanks - I still have it in my 130g now, and it’s still used as a hide by someone nearly every day (there’s a hollow in the back of the thicker section). It was absolutely worth the purchase!

This post is going to get very long, so the rest is under the cut if you’d like to see the rest of the set ups! :)

10g “baby” tank

This tank was set up to house two small crabs while they grew a bit. Pools provided adequate depth without taking a ton of surface area space. They were doubled up to make it easier to change the water - no airstones in the pools meant they got changed every other day instead of once a week. Rocks helped weigh the pools down, and the cross stitch canvas ramps, so the crabs wouldn’t get stuck in the pools by accident.

Would’ve liked more room for a shell shop, but had limited space to work with. Moss pit on the lower right for humidity & hiding, supported by command hooks (which hold up well against little baby crabs). Dish in the middle was for supplements & is on top of a little plastic-coated metal plant stand that had a fake flower vine ziptied to it. I LOVE this decoration and need to make more of them - they give a great feeding station for supplements or flower/leaf mixes, a climbing structure, and a hiding area underneath, all at once. 

Switched to an AcuRite thermometer, but I had it on the substrate which is not ideal - you want it hanging up off the substrate a bit so it gets more accurate humidity readings.

55g tank, Round 1

I really don’t like the dimensions of the 55g, to be honest. It’s just too narrow and that makes it difficult to fit in decor and pools, IMO. If I could do it again, I would’ve gone for a 60g or a 75g as a next step up from a 40g. I haven’t owned one, but I feel like their dimensions would be much easier to work with for a largeish-medium-sized crab tank.

One of my favorite decor pieces here is the rope vine you can see - it’s an Exo Terra jungle vine that I wrapped with hemp rope & secured with zip ties in several places. The vine is posable & the rope makes it thicker & easier for the crabs to grip for climbing. I did eventually have to toss it for mold growing on the rope, but it lasted for a fair amount of time. It provided a good ladder to climb up to the moss pit and the shell shops.

The moss pit and shell shops are made out of suction cup shower trays & holders. These worked really well, though eventually I started to have some trouble with some of the suction cups, particularly the shell shop against the back, where the heating mat was. 

Also a word of advice: if you look at aquarium decor as possibilities for your crab tank, make sure they have a rougher texture. The shelf along the back right in this tank was too smooth for the crabs to get a firm grip on it, and as such it didn’t provide nearly as much climbing opportunities as I’d hoped. 

55g tank, Round 2

I thought I had more pics of this set up, but couldn’t find them. I believe the main changes with this arrangement is with the right side.

I moved the pools side by side, though I don’t recall if I had a particular reason. The ladders for the pool are the fishing net, which is attached to the rope vine. This was not a safe set up for multiple reasons. First & most concerning, fishing net does carry the risk of tangling crabs up & causing them to drop limbs if they feel trapped & get distressed enough. I did not have this happen, but it is still a risk, and the reason I no longer use fishing net in my tanks. It’s still considered tentatively okay IF you keep the net taut enough to not tangle the crabs up. Second issue is the fishing net wicks water out of the pools, which also kept the rope damp & increases chances of mold. If the net had been in the substrate, it would’ve also transferred water to the substrate & increased the risk of a flood.

I added a couple more shell shops here as well, in the blue baskets. I didn’t plan well enough and it ended up being a bit of a pain to get the green pool out from under the shell shops, which means this set up didn’t last very long!

55g tank, Round 3

Last of the old 55g set ups! This one I liked a lot more and it lasted a while. 

New additions in this set up include a driftwood piece in the left corner (which never saw much use, as far as I could tell - I think it was too small to be very interesting, and didn’t provide much use as a hiding place), a piece of lava rock for climbing on, and the best addition...the corner shelf! 

It’s a counter dish corner shelf from Walmart, metal but coated in plastic. I wrapped & ziptied hemp rope around the supports, and ziptied coconut mat to each of the levels. This shelf made a great climbing structure & hiding area - even though it was relatively open, I still had a couple crabs who would hang out on the higher shelves, and they also really liked hiding under the lower shelf, on the substrate. It also made a good place to put shell shops & the thermometer/hygrometer (though the crabs liked to knock that down). 

I also switched to fake plants as ladders to get in & out of the water pools. It worked okay, but wasn’t my favorite approach as the crabs were still a bit clumsy at using them to climb out.

More coming in a reblog! :) 

[minyoongisjiminie]

“I want to make you mine” (myg+kth)

(gif credit: @calicomewmew)

ship: yoongi x taehyung (taegi)

genre: fluff

disclaimer: none :)

synopsis: taehyung and yoongi are best friends, sharing a strong bond for several years. taehyung is a passionate photographer who puts his emotions into his work, always having his muse right by his side.. 

inspiration: this really damn cute edit i saw on insta :( + scenery by tae

a/n: yea, so basically i’m in love with all kinds of bts ships :( and these two make me so soft istg it’s nearly impossible to make me go uwu but these two literally made me insane :’( so I listened to scenery and I had this cute little idea in my mind: hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it, as much as i loved writing it

word count: 1,5k

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Before both of the boys left their home they double checked if the weather was really as grey and windy as their phones predicted. Taehyung assured his friend that it was indeed really important for him to have a more triste and sad surrounding for his pictures, rather than a more colorful bright weather.

“yaaaaah.. dude you’re so weird! who the fuck goes to take pictures when it looks like that?” Yoongi widely opened his eyes and made a gesture with his hand showing the big balcony glass door that showed the sad outside view. He sighed as he realised that his younger friend didn’t seem to care about his words at all. “Are you even listening to me…” He said while pouting, keeping his glance at the wooden floor.

Taehyung held his camera in his hand, checked once again if he charged it fully and if the camera is well adjusted for the plans he had in mind. He carefully took a look at the tiny yoongi that was wrapping himself up in thick clothes so he wouldn’t catch a cold. He smiled to himself, keeping the secrets once again from yoongi, trying to not even dare to tell him that he was the only reason he wanted to go on a sudden shooting outside in the woods. 

Even though both were complete opposites of each other, they were still inseparable. Of course it was undenieable that little fights now and then couldn’t be prevented. But his love for yoongi was something.. else. Just now in this moment, his older friend didn’t know that taehyung had these kinds of feelings for him. However, Taehyung did not have the plan to letting him know any time soon. 

“Come on! It’s going to be just fine! I promise!” Taehyung finally breaks the silence, showing off his pearly teeth and his lips forming into his famous boxy smile. 

*

“Ahh.. it’s so windy!!!” 

Yoongi’s hair kept getting messy, due to the strong wind that started to blow around through the forest. His face was buried in the scarf and his small eyes looked tired. He was trampling behind his taller friend and put his hands in his jacket pockets. Even though he loved his friend, he sometimes had the urge to just push him into the next possible stack of loaf. What was he even doing here? He had no business here, and literally could spend his time wisely. But everytime Tae looked at him with a questioning stare, whenever he would ask if he would loved to join him during random shoots like that, his heart just couldn’t say no. Even though he knew that Taehyung would understand if he would decline any time soon. 

“Ahh.. isn’t this beautiful?” Taehyung said, while aiming the camera at some tree bracnhes and flowers. Yoongi just rolled his eyes as reply and went further on the path they were following. “Dude.. are you mad?” Taehyung finally broke the awkward atmosphere both were into. “Nah.. it’s just.. it’s cold.. and I’m tired..” Yoongi stood still, rubbing his eyes and going through his messy hair. “I just want to support you, but I don’t know how, Taehyung..” Taehyung smiled and looked at the back of his older friend, that was facing him. Gosh he didn’t even suspect him at all! How completely oblivious he needed to be, to not realise how much in love Tae was with him. Not even filming or shooting his surroundings was as important as spending all the time he had with him. 

What a cute grumpy idiot he was..

“Wait up! I want to shoot you!” Yoongi scrunched his nose and gifted him the most weirded out look he ever pulled. “W-Why?” Taehyung chuckled. “Do you trust me?”

°°°°°°

“I don’t feel comfortable ahhhh!” Yoongi screamed in a relatively tiny voice, while Tae showed him the pose he wanted Yoongi to imitate. Taehyung ignored his behavior simply and made sure his outfit looked as messy as he wanted, just to be sure he also scruffled his hair a bit. “Yahhh..” Yoongi replied, now with a more soft tone to it. Since he was really pale, it was so easy to spot when he blushes. Tae’s heart stopped a beat. “Uhh..” 

Both of the boys just gazed at each other seeing the other person in a unmasked light. Seeing little scars and imperfections they never recognized before. Like, that tiny little scar under Yoongi’s left eye or that cute little mole on Taehyung’s nose. 

In a perspective of an outside viewer, one could clearly think that would be a awkward atmosphere. Nevertheless, the boys didn’t let it be one. 

Both quickly, came back to their senses and acted like nothing happened. 

Taehyung started to shoot yoongi in the way he wanted to, including the posture and the messy outfit. They were both so silent, the only thing that filled the freezing air was the sound of the clicking camera. 

“Hmm..” Soon Taehyung was finished and checked the photos. Right next to him there was Yoongi who was sitting on a big rock exhausted from the modeling job het got himself into. “I don’t know. I’m not happy with it, If I gotta be honest.” His frowning made Yoongi worry a little. Of course he always acted like he didn’t care about the hobby of his friend but deep down he knew how much it meant to him. He wanted to be a part of his passion. If he doesn’t like the pictures… maybe the problem wasn’t the scenery behind him, the lightning or even the angle. Maybe it was him. 

“Ahhh! I know what the problem was haha.” Taehyung’s pouty face quickly disappeared and his boxy smile filled his face. Yoongi needed to smile a little. Even though he was really tired. 

“Don’t do anything.”

Yoongi was slightly confused. “What do you mean with that?” He replied with a dry smile. “I mean like is there a certain-” Taehyung put his palm towards yoongis face to stop him from talking. “Just talk with me. Don’t act. Just walk as you would walk, smile as you would normally and naturally.” The little one just raised his head and tried to follow along. As Taehyung commanded, he tried to ignore that there was a camera following him, he talked with his friend and both quickly loosened up. There was definitely even a point where Yoongi completely forgot the camera. 

“I think that should do.” Taehyung said after a while, putting his camera back into his bag. “Are you sure that you’re happy with the results? You didn’t really check how they came out.” Tae just shook his head and made a gesture with his hand showing that he is sure that is not the case. “Trust me. Remember?” 

°°°°

“Home sweet home!” Yoongi said in his dark voice sounding more than relieved to be finally back. He quickly disappeared into his room and soon there were no more sounds coming out of it. 

After Taehyung booted up the computer, he was opening the door of Yoongi’s room to check if he’s already asleep. 

And yes, yes he was. 

He didn’t even bother to take of his jacket nor his shoes. Taehyung sighed. Nothing new in this household, that’s for sure. He took of his boots and carefully put his fingers on the leather jacket of his friend. Yoongi was a good sleeper, he never woke up while Tae was trying to put a second pillow under his head or just to make sure he doesn’t have it too warm or too cold. 

Before he could leave the room he could hear a muffled voice coming out of yoongis room. Taehyung stopped right at the door. 

“Taehyung-ah..” 

Yoongi was definitely asleep, but it never occured that he talked in his sleep, or better said, it never happened in a way that Tae could recognize. 

He was repeating Tae’s name over and over again. Taehyung could feel his hands getting sweaty. “Hyung?” He just softly replied. 

“Hyung loves you.. hyungie is proud of our taehyungie..” He said softly and hardly perceivable and continued to snore into his pillow. “I love you too hyung..” Tae replied, going back to his bed and going through his hyung’s hair slighly. “So much.” 

°°°

After the visit to Yoongi’s room, Taehyung was curious to find out how the pictures came out. He quickly put the SD card into his laptop and checked the previous pics. 

His calm breathing suddenly stopped. 

The comparison of the pictures that he saw between the“model yoongi” and the “real yoongi” he realised how much of a difference it made, if Yoongi was himself or just someone tae wanted him to be. A shiver went down his spine. The pictures were so ethereal, the way he looked at him and smiled softly or the pictures where he would have a slight pout or even the pictures where he would argue with him or tease him,  turned out just perfect. He realised how much he was in love with him. And now he knows that his older friend feels the same. 

Maybe not in the way Taehyung did. But enough to make him understand, that as long as he stayed as his muse, right by his side. There was nothing he could ask for more. 

[sonipanda]

And welcome back to my blog Trasparenze! If you don’t know already, I’m not the type to shy away from leather looking items (as long as they don’t look trashy to start off with!) as I love being able to style them. Now I have to admit, it’s super hard to style them for work (depending on your occupation) as there is a fine line between acceptable and vulgar.

If you haven’t seen my last review on the Leather Look hosiery collection that they do, then check out the link below (opens in a new tab):

Trasparenze Allen Leather Look Tights

The Spec

Colour: Black

Size: S-M

Denier: Unknown

Materials: 91% Polyamide, 7% Elastane, 2% Polypropylene

Price: £26.99

Website: Trasparenze Allen Leather Look Hold Ups

The Review

From The Website: Gloriously, defiantly different and absolutely out of the ordinary, Trasperenze Allen Leather Look Lace Top Hold Ups are dramatic, edgy and unique. These Italian designed and manufactured hold up stockings are full leather effect, almost like thigh boots, but closer-fitting and with lacy detail top bands. Out of the box, these Trasperenze Allen Leather Look Lace Top Hold Ups have a shaped cut, and are probably far thicker than any stockings you’re used to, but with a softness that suggests the best glove leather. Be aware that they do stretch, but perhaps not as much as conventional stockings might. The leather effect goes from thigh to toe, so you get a consistent look if wearing with open shoes and boots or gladiator-style sandals that ‘normal’ leather look leggings just couldn’t achieve. Are you bold enough to wear Trasperenze Allen Leather Look Lace Top Hold Ups?

1 Pair Pack Leather look leg 91% Polyamide, 7% Elastane, 2% Polypropylene Semi Opaque, Opaque Lace top Hold up silicone strips Hand wash

  The Packaging: now most of their collection comes in a slim box as the hold ups are quite thick. The front shows the model wearing them and the back goes into more detail about the sizing guide and hosiery care.

When you get in (you will have the lift from the side) you will find these wrapped in plastic packaging.

I would suggest being careful unwrapping them off the card just in case it sticks. Mine didn’t, but I have done a pair before and in hot weather, it started sticking to the card and ended up leaving some prints on the legs!

  Getting Them On: first thing – these leave residue on your hands. And what I mean by that is as I was getting them on the legs, I saw that my hands looked darker like they had some type of ink on them, so please be mindful that at first these can start letting off some of their excess.

Anyways so rolling these on, I found a little hack that I will share with you all (also check out this morning’s video on Instagram for a little demo):

Do the usual scrunch and roll

Insert your foot so it reached up to your ankle

Unscrunch so the holdup flops forward and then pinch it up bit by bit from the inside of the leg

Wiggle up if needs be and then set your band in place

  On The Legs: well all I can say is that they are looking might awesome right about now! I know I haven’t paired up with an outfit (YET!) as I was too busy taking pics whilst I was getting ready.

Before I get into it, I wanted to let you know that I took a mix of natural lighting and flash images, so you can see what they look like in different lighting types. Even though they have a matte finish, they do have some shine to them (although quite misleading on their packaging as they aren’t as wet look as they make it out to be).

As I mentioned before, these are super thick and completely opaque too, so perfect for those who want the full block effect on the legs. I did struggle to put these on, until I tried my little hack and they were super easy to roll up. I would bear in mind to do it somewhere cool otherwise hot legs will be a struggle to get into these!

The quality of them are great; much better than the tights I did in terms of any weird markings. I remember I had some on the pair before, and it was a right let down, but these are completely marking-free and look amazing! I would say these would be pretty damn hard to rip, but I would say be careful with any oil-based products as that will end up leaving stains on the holdups.

The fit of them are true to size and it’s great that they do have some stretch to them as well so you have some leeway to move these about. I pulled mine up quite high but you can sit yours lower if you wish. If you aren’t sure, then I would really recommend the next size up just to be on the safe side. You will get some wrinkles under the knees and around the ankles, but you can’t prevent that to be honest due to the thickness.

The feel of them are just great; they are so smooth and so soft on the legs (both inside and out) – but just think twice about wearing these in hot weather! You don’t want a Ross (from Friends) situation with his leather trousers!

And on a side note, these don’t make weird noises when you walk either. If your legs chafe a little, then you might notice it otherwise these don’t squeak or anything whilst you move!!!

  The Toes & Ankle: even though it looks like my feet are squished, I do have enough room for my toes to wiggle but not so much for my feet to breathe in these. As you can see it’s a lovely flush finish from the toes to the ankle, before it starts with the wrinkles.

Also another thing to note is that these have a backseam to them, which starts right from the toe seam so do make sure that you line up right from the beginning to prevent you from taking it down and starting again.

  The Bands: can I just say how nice these bands are?! Not only do they look amazing, but they actually do their job so well. Not once did I ever feel them pulling away from my legs or falling down. That is some strong silicone on there – and I am thankful for it!

These hug the thighs real nice and stay put all day long too. I did do the test where I kept removing them and sticking them back on the legs, and not once did it fail me. This only means it’s a damn good band!

    My Thoughts?

I gotta say I am loving these way more than I should be lol! This has got to be a real good pair of holdups which I would wear more often for sure (in cooler weather of course) and beats the tights that I reviewed previously. This allows you to breathe a little more compared to the tights, and this is a pair I would certainly recommend!

Trasparenze Allen Leather Look Hold Ups And welcome back to my blog Trasparenze! If you don't know already, I'm not the type to shy away from leather looking items (

[thebest-medicine]

Leave it to Chance (Spin the Bottle)

A/N: I saw a prompt (x and x) about using spin the bottle like whoever spins it gets to tickle the person it lands on. I’ve also seen a game before of using dice, like if you have 2 dice one can correspond with the spot you get tickled and the other can correspond with how long you get tickled. Anyway, here’s some spn trash of that.

Words: 3,150

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Characters: Charlie Bradbury, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran (non-shippy but you could interpret some sevin and destiel from this)

It was silly, they knew, a game decided upon by a group that had maybe one too many drinks to be thinking clearly in the first place. But here they were, their little makeshift family, enjoying the low light and calm feeling of the bunker. The walls surrounded by soil, keeping them and their secrets hidden. They were safe here. They were home.

Their little group gathered on the soft carpet within the library, a den of their own making. Charlie stood to collect dice that they would need to use. Dean sat between his brother and Cas. Cas made conversation with him, teasing Dean as he insisted that he’d played many a round of spin the bottle in high school, though admittedly never like this. Sam was smiling, laughing a bit as he chatted with Kevin, who tried his best to look comfortable despite being arguably the most sober and most jittery about what they were doing.

Charlie returned to complete their circle after she happily selected two non-identical dice to use for their game, one blue with white dots, and one white with yellow dots. Blue had to be the time, because blue was a sad color, she insisted. Yellow, the color of sunshine and happiness, would represent the location.

“Okay, so, lay it on me.” Dean asked Charlie, the unofficial officiant of the game. “How are we doing this?”

“Well, first, we need a bottle.” She started.

Dean’s hand shot up, an empty beer in hand. “Check!”

She took it and set it in the middle of the circle.

“Ok.” Charlie clapped once. “Everyone gets a turn to spin. Whoever spins, does the tickling. Whoever it lands on, gets tickled.” Charlie winked.

A collective blush overran a few faces among the circle, namely Kevin’s and Dean’s.

“Then!” Charlie cleared her throated dramatically. “The person who it landed on must roll The Dice Of Destiny!” She announced.

Castiel chuckled at her showmanship.

“Blue! Time! This shows how many minutes you’ll be tickled for. A one will bring you one minute, two for two, six for six, etc.” She explained.

“Simple enough.” Sam agreed.

“Yellow! Location! Now this one, this may make or break you.” Charlie ‘ooh’d and ‘ahh’d dramatically. She took another swig of her mojito. “This little die holds the power to show WHERE you will be tickled.” Charlie smirked as she continued. “A one, your feet. A two, your legs. A three, your stomach and sides. A four, your ribs. A five, under your arms. A six, your neck. Any questions?”

Kevin timidly raised a hand. “So, if we get something like... two fives... and we have to be t-tickled under our arms for 5 minutes.” He shuddered a moment at the thought. “Then, but, what if we can’t- what if we can’t keep our arms up?”

“The other members of the circle will do their part to help keep you in place for the duration of your tickles.” Charlie smiled.

“You mean hold you down.” Sam clarified with a wink.

“I do.” Charlie waggled her eyebrows.

Kevin nodded with a blush.

“Ok. Ready?”

Everyone gave a nod.

“Alright. I’ll go first?” Charlie began.

She took the bottle and placed it in the middle. Everyone’s eyes watched it like a hawk as she spun.

Around and around it went, the tipsy eyes of the circle unable to be drawn away as the anticipation built. Finally, the bottle settled, pointing directly at Sam.

“Fuck.” He chuckled. “Alright give me the dice.”

Sam held them in his hands a moment, pretending to say a little prayer.

Everyone watched almost as intently as Sam as the dice were released onto the carpet. A two for time. A six for location.

Charlie grinned the widest of them all, patting her lap expectantly. “C’mere Sam, rest your head in my lap.” She sing-songed.

Sam grumbled but obliged, laying across the circle and putting his head face up between Charlie’s knees.

“Timer?” Charlie asked.

“Got it.” Dean supplied, holding up his phone.

Sam was stuck between closing his eyes and watching to see when Charlie would strike, which left his eyes opening and closing every few seconds. “Okay just, get it over with.” He pleaded.

Charlie was happy to.

Sam scrunched with eyes shut, his lips pursing tightly to hold in his giggles as Charlie’s nails scribbled beneath his ears and around his neck. She got just under his chin and her fingers make quick work of his defenses.

Sam’s giggles poured out slowly at first, then all at once.

“T-Time?” Sam begged.

“Oh, man. I was so wrapped up in that girly little giggle you had going on that I forgot to start it.” Dean grinned.

“Fuck you.” Sam hissed.

“Should we start it again at 2?” Dean suggested.

“No!” Sam insisted.

“Yeah I think it’s been about 2 minutes, gotta save some time for the rest of you guys.” Charlie smirked.

Dean couldn’t help but look disappointed while Sam stuck his tongue out at him, going back to his seat.

“Alright Kev, your turn!” Charlie passed him the bottle.

Kevin sighed in relief, knowing that he couldn’t be the victim here. He spun the bottle, and it landed on Charlie.

“Oh man... alright!” Charlie chuckled as she grabbed the dice, making a show of shaking them up and rolling them.

Three for time. One for location.

“Oh no! Not my feet!” Charlie whined.

“Rules are rules.” Cas chimed in.

“Fine...” Charlie grumbled as she untied her shoes and slipped them off along with her socks. “Go easy on me, Kevvy.”

Kevin smirked at her as she begrudgingly placed her feet in his lap.

“Sam, you’re in charge of timing this. Remember I was fair to you.” Charlie noted.

“Okay.” Sam laughed. “Don’t worry.”

“Great. Okay, well. I’m ready.” Charlie gulped dramatically.

Kevin pulled back her toes and started slowly wiggling his fingers under them, just at the top of the ball of her foot, like Gabriel had done to him so many times before. He knew it would drive her crazy.

Charlie squirmed and gasped, a stream of giggles coming out of her mouth.

He slowly picked up the pace, wiggling and scribbling his nails over the ball of her right foot. After about a minute, he switched to her left. Charlie shrieked when a new foot was tormented.

For the last minute, Kevin decided upon a grand finale of viciously wigging his fingers over both of her feet. Charlie tried her best to stay in place but kept squirming away, leading to Dean jumping in to hold her legs down.

The timer ran out just as Charlie ran out of breath. “Whew! That was crazy. You’ve got some mad skills, Kev.”

“Must be that he’s learning since he gets tortured all the time.” Dean interjected.

Kevin blushed.

“Okay. Sam’s turn!”

Sam took the bottle, rolling it a moment in his hands to get a feel for it. He set it in the center of the circle, adjusting it a few times before he finally settled on the exact middle.

“Oh my god just do it already!” Dean complained.

“Shut up and drink your beer.” Sam laughed.

Dean rolled his eyes, but took a swig anyway.

Spin. Spin. Spin. And it slowed to a stop just at Dean.

“Shit.” Dean groaned. “I hate you. You did that on purpose.”

Sam laughed, “How could I?”

“I don’t know you... physics. Mr. Stanford.” Dean grumbled.

“Sure. Take the dice. This one’s all you.” Sam handed him the set of blue and yellow.

Dean shook them vigorously before dropping them to the carpeted floor. Five for time, five for location. He stared at them in horror. “No fair that’s the longest time so far.”

“You’re only the third one to go.” Cas responded.

“Whatever.” Dean huffed.

“I doubt you’ll be able to keep your arms up, you’re too fucking ticklish.” Sam laughed.

Dean blushed, hoping others blamed it on the alcohol. He opened his mouth to retort.

“I’ll help with that.” Cas suggested.

“So.... who times, Kev? Charlie?” Sam asked.

“Kevin, could you? I wanna have my full focus on Dean’s face while he laughs his head off.” Charlie grinned.

Dean blushed more.

“Can do.” Kevin replied.

Charlie slurped down another gulp of her mojito before inching closer to Dean, who laid down hesitantly.

“Okay, give me your arms.” Cas ordered.

Dean could barely muster the will to lift his arms over his head when all his brain could say was ‘oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck you sam’.

Sam smiled with glee as he brought his hands down toward Dean’s arms. He hovered just about the armpits.

“Ready Kevin? Count me down.” Sam asked.

“Ok, three.... two... one!” Kevin announced, clicking the timer to start.

Dean arched his back and turned his head, trying to bury it into his arm while Sam tickled wickedly under his arms.

“NahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHA FUCKYOUSAHAHAHAHAM!” Dean wailed, laughing madly.

“Aw, I love you too Dean.” Sam laughed.

Charlie watched on with a menacing smile. “Gotta get pics of this.” She announced, grabbing her phone.

“NohohohHOHOHO!” Dean protested.

Cas smiled fondly down at him.

Sam tickled from Dean’s elbows down to his underarms, scribbling down to his upper ribs as well and making Dean jump. He drilled into his armpits and chuckled every time he made Dean jump or shriek (which was a lot).

“Annnnd we are approaching the end...” Kevin announced. “Ten, nine...” he began counting down. Sam tickled even more vigorously for the last ten seconds and Dean could swear he was seeing stars.

Finally, the time was up and he was released. He barely moved from the floor at first, trying to hug his arms down and brush away the lingering tingle of Sam’s fingers.

“That was horrible.”

“And hilarious!” Charlie smirked.

“Whatever.” Dean continued. “Finally it’s my turn.” He grabbed the bottle and quickly spun it.

“Cas.” Dean’s voice sounded like the snake trying to charm Eve into eating the apple, smooth, secretive, threatening. “Looks like it’s your turn!”

Cas rolled the dice, getting four for time and two for location. Well shit.

Sam offered to hold Castiel’s legs while Charlie timed. Dean sat backwards across his middle, facing his thighs.

Cas felt like praying. The slacks he was wearing did little to impede Dean’s fingers as they began squeezing his sensitive legs just above the knee.

He yelped out a laugh as he fought the urge to scream. Dean was an expert at taking Cas apart, especially somewhere as sensitive and intimate as his thighs.

“Aww I bet this is driving you crazy, Cas.” Dean teased.

“StahahahahahahahahHAHAHHOP DON’T BEHEHEHE MEAN!” Cas cried out amongst his frantic laughter.

“What, does that make it tickle more?” Dean continued. “It’s not my fault you’re so sensitive.” Dean squeezed into the skin on the inside of Castiel’s thighs, making him kick so hard that it almost threw Sam off.

Finally, to Castiel’s relief, the timer sounded.

Dean’s mischievous look told Cas that it was far from over in the long run.

Castiel sat up, his appearance disheveled as he took hold of the bottle. As it spun in circles, eyes still watched it cautiously, a collective breath was held as it began to slow.

Dean.

“Well shit. That’s not fair. Sam already got me.” Dean protested.

“The bottle speaks the truth, Dean!” Charlie yelled back.

“But no one’s even gotten Kevin yet!” Dean whined.

“Complainer.” Sam teased. “Suck it up.”

Dean felt the urge to protest further, but when he opened his mouth he instead decided to sip on his beer. “Fine.” He reached out his hand. “Hit me.”

The dice appeared in his hand as he threw a roll. One for time, excellent. Three for location, not so excellent.

Dean looked from the dice slowly up to Cas, who wore a small smirk. Revenge would be sweet, it said.

“Can I reroll?” Dean asked.

“No!” Charlie, Kevin, Sam, and Cas all replied.

“After the treatment you gave me...” Cas began. “Expect fair retaliation.”

Dean felt himself shrinking.

Sam grabbed Dean’s arms and pulled him back to lay down on the carpet, holding his arms over his head. Cas took a seat on his middle. Kevin and Charlie offered to hold his feet to prevent extra kicking.

“It’s only one minute, why are you so nervous, Dean?” Cas teased.

Dean shot up his best attempt at a glare.

When the timer, set between Charlie and Kevin, began, Cas wasted no time digging directly into Dean’s hips.

Dean knee that was coming, but regardless he howled, his back arching up as much as it could as his whole body squirmed. “NahahahHAHAHAHAAHAHO NOHOHOH LHAJAHA CAHAHAAHHAHAAH CASHHAHAHA PLHEHEHEHEASE I CAN’T!” Dean wailed.

“Only 45 more seconds to go!” Charlie reassured him.

Cas drilled, scribbled, and wiggled his fingers ruthlessly into Dean’s most sensitive spot.

When there were only about 20 seconds left, Cas spidered his fingers all over Dean’s belly, throwing him off and making his laughter change form and pitch. Not as desperate but still tormented.

The final 5 seconds, which everyone counted down together, Cas squeezed Dean’s hips once for each second before finally releasing him.

Dean stared up blurrily at his friends, wishing he could muster the energy or mood to glare at any of them but only able to poorly choke back a goofy smile.

“I Hahahate you.” Dean said as he sat back up.

Back to Charlie, when she received Cas as a victim again. He had a two for time and a four for location. Charlie tickled his ribs silly as he giggled and squirmed.

Kevin got Sam, who rolled a one for location and a four for time. Kevin took his time tickling Sam’s huge feet. Under his toes made him giggle sweetly, though it took Dean and Cas to hold his legs down. Kevin saved this information for future use.

Sam, in turned, got Kevin. A huge smile formed on his face. Kevin found himself blushing and tried to take a sip of his wine cooler to mask it as something caused by tipsiness. Kevin rolled a six for time and a five for location. He stared in horror at the dice before him.

“No, you can’t...” Kevin whined, clenching his arms to his sides. “Have mercy...”

“You’re right, Kev.” Sam nodded before drawing his lip up into a smirk. “I can’t have mercy.”

Kevin rolled his eyes, squirming as he tried to situate himself. Sam sat over his head, asking for his arms which Kevin reluctantly gave. Sam sat on them and wiggled his fingers teasingly over Kevin’s armpits.

Kevin thought he might die.

“Go!” Charlie demanded, announcing the timer had begun.

Sam wasn’t a complete sadist (or maybe he was and this was worse?) to Kevin, he began at Kevin’s elbows and slowly drew his fingers down, tickling gently.

He swirled them around and around Kevin’s armpits for the first couple of minutes, peppering in pokes and scribbles as he went along. Kevin was squealing and out of breath, kicking his feet aimlessly at the onslaught.

Once the halfway mark passed, Sam turned up the heat. He began tickling more directly, harder, even driving his fingers into the center of Kevin’s armpits.

Kevin spasmed and thrashed and laughed his head off.

In the final 30 seconds, which in Kevin’s mind took hours to come, Sam drilled his thumbs into the middle of Kevin’s hollows, driving him mad with sensation and laughter.

When the time finally came, Kevin couldn’t stop laughing. Sam had moved off of him and offered him a hand to get up, but Kevin remained on the floor in a giggly puddle.

“Mahahahahan.....” Kevin eventually spoke up. “That was brutal...”

Sam winked at him, making Kevin blush again.

Finally, he sat back up and rejoined the circle.

Dean’s turn, which he eagerly awaited. He took the bottle and spun vigorously. Spin. Spin. Spin.

Eventually, it landed...

On himself.

“Oh, what now I spin again?” Dean asked.

“...No.” Charlie replied, holding out the dice to him with a smile.

“What?????” Dean stared in disbelief.

“Whoever it lands on gets tickled.” Charlie shrugged.

“I shouldn’t have asked....” Dean wiped a hand down his face.

“And, the yellow dice will be how many people tickle you. One: one, two: two, three: three, four, five, or six: everyone.” Charlie explained gleefully. “Blue is still time.”

“What? That’s- no-“

“Rules are rules, Dean!”

“You’re just making this shit up!”

“Rules are rules!” Charlie pressed the dice toward him more firmly.

Eventually he sighed, and took them. Time, six. People, four.

“Nooooooooooooo.” Dean whined.

“Yessssssssss.” Sam replied in an imitation.

“I despise all of you.” Dean noted.

“I’m sure.” Cas replied.

Dean rolled his eyes, huffing and puffing as he laid back on the carpet. Cas took a seat at his feet, as dean insisted Cas not have access to his stomach again. Sam above his head holding his arms. Charlie and Kevin sat back to back on his middle, Charlie facing his tummy and Kevin facing his thighs.

“Ready.” Charlie began.

“No.” Dean replied.

“Not you-“ Charlie stuck out her tongue at him. “Set.”

Dean clenched his eyes shut.

“Go!” Charlie declared, and they all dug in.

Dean’s eyes formed tears a minute in with Sam tickling all over his sensitive underarms and alternating with his neck. His long fingers made quick work of Dean’s ribs, squeezing and pinching them.

Charlie tickled ruthlessly over Dean’s belly. She dipped a finger into his bellybutton, squeezed his sides, spidered all over the skin, even lifting his shirt to get more direct contact, and took some time to squeeze and scribble on his hips.

Kevin tickled behind Dean’s knees, squeezed their tops, and tickled up and down Dean’s thighs. His legs couldn’t escape due to Castiel’s prescience on his ankles.

Cas tickled over the tops of Dean’s feet, around and under his toes, between them, then the balls, then arches, then heels of his feet. He would tickle back up the sides, and then begin the process again.

Dean thought he might lose his mind.

Then, the timer buzzed.

Finally, it came to Castiel’s turn again.

“It better not fucking land on me.” Dean glared as he collected himself.

Luckily for him, it landed on Charlie, who rolled a six for location and three for time. Cas tickled all around her neck and ears as she giggled lightly.

“Maybe we should continue another time.” Sam began. “Dean seems a little pooped.” He nudged his brother’s side.

“Shut up, bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“Sounds good. Who’s ready for a movie?” Charlie announced as she stood. 

“Yep. I need another round.” Dean stretched his arms and began to stand as Sam reached out to poke his ribs.

“Don’t fucking start!” Dean hissed, jumping up to escape the touch. He followed Charlie quickly out of the room.

Everyone else soon followed.

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The Truth In The Lies P2/3

Bucky x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ only. If under 18, kindly un-follow me. Cheating. Heartbreak. 

Notes: 0.0 Oh geez!!

Pics and gifs are not mine. 

Obviously Marvel is not mine or any of the Characters. However the story line is. Please do not re-post without my consent. Credit does not count!

Walking out you, you slipped one more bobby pin into your hair. “Holy…. Smokes..” Peter whistled. “Alright, lets not get your hormonal teenage self into a frenzy.” You chuckled a bit. He smiled to you, handing you a rose from the vase on the table. “Well darling, we have to act like a couple for the night.” You rolled your eyes taking the flower. Deep down you felt a slight stab to the heart. “Darling, I am pretty sure I breaking some laws here.” “Nope. I am 18 now.” You laughed again nodding.

It had been a long mission and you where certain all you needed was sleep. Steve got shot and you used his shield to protect the two of you. Your body was so sore from lifting his muscle filled body. Getting back to the tower you squinted at the dull ache at every step you took. “Fuck..” you growled headed to grab food from the fridge. “I have no clue whose sandwich this is, I am eating it…” you grabbed the wrapped sandwich. “Its mine.” You looked over the fridge door to see Bucky. “Oh..” “You can have it hun.” He gave you a small smile. It had been a year since he came to the tower. It took him two months to say anything to you. You never pushed him, just gave him a smile and nod. Also bring him coffee when he sat outside on the balcony, reading about current events. You set the mug on the table and turned back to go inside.

“Thanks Bucky.” You started to eat the sandwich. Sitting on the counter, you dangled your legs off the counter taking another delicious bite of the sandwich. “Mmm… fuck where did you get this sandwich?” you looked at Bucky. “Miles Sandwich Shop. Been there since I was a young kid.” You nodded, finishing it. “Well thank you..” you hopped off the counter, landing a bit to hard. Your body almost fell before Bucky wrapped his arms around you. “Whoa, careful solider. Tony said you and Steve had a crazy mission.” He helped you stand straight. “Thanks sweety.” You smiled feeling his hands still on your waist. “Umm.. I have something for you..” you raised your eyes brow slightly. He walked back to the table grabbing a bouquet of roses handing them to you. “Umm.. I… fuck I don’t know how to do this… Can.. Would you go on a date with me?” a smile spread across your face. “I would love too Mr. Barnes.” You slapped his shoulders smiling.

“Lets take a pic huh?” Peter asked in front of the huge mirror in the walkway of your suite. You nodded with a smile. You slid sideways into him, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You did a surprised face, as he took the picture. “Aww that’s cute! Send that to me P!” He nodded, constructing the message. Feeling your phone buzz, you ignored it thinking it was just the message he sent you. However multiple messages kept going off on your phone.

Bucky: “Y/N answer me please..!”

Bucky: “I didn’t sleep with her.. only kissed her…”

Bucky: “Please… fucking call me at least!”

Bucky: “Sam.. honestly looks like he is going to hunt me..”

Bucky: “PLEASE BABY!”

You skimmed though the messages as the elevator brought you to the first floor. “Fucker.. just keeps texting me. Ugh..” Peter grabbed your phone, skimming through his number. He blocked Bucky. “Now he won’t bother you!” Peter smirked. “Thanks P. Mission and your safety are first to me anyways.” Both of you walked through the corridor, and into the casino area. Right away you noticed the same tattoo on at least seven men. “Wow they are not discrete..” you whispered to P. “Your name is Joshua and I am Katia.” You handed him an I.D. We fell in love with.. Manhattan and decided to get married.” “Alright my dear Katia..” he smirked a bit.

You walked in holding hands. You sat at the bar next to him, ordering two drinks. You watched every move the bartender made to make sure nothing was slipped to the two of you. “Lesson one.. Make sure to always watch drinks be made.” Peter nodded as the bartender handed you both your drinks. “Lesson two, map out your exits as quickly as possible. There are three.” “I only see two.. the way we came and the back hall..” “The skylight.” You looked up. He followed your eyes. “Well I guess that can work.”.

All night you two gathered information. You learned who the head up of Kyoto division was. Peter going the extra mile of talking with one of the members. Both of them playing poker. “Ohh hunny, kick his ass..” your arms wrapped around him, kissing his cheek. “I am trying darling.” Peter took a sip of the drink you got him. Peter laid down a full house. Winning the amount in the middle. “Wow, Mr. Joshua! That is a fantastic win!” You smiled to the man talking to Peter. “I would love for you and your wife to join us tomorrow for a festival. It is a traditional festival. Our organization would love to have you there.” You smiled gently. “We would love too.” You spoke up for Peter, knowing he was unsure what to do.

The crowd in the casino started to dissipate. “Joshua darling, can you come with me?” you winked to him. Man you hoped he read up on the packet of secret discrete signs. He grabbed your hand and followed you to the back. You set a small microphone barly visible to the eye against the door. “This is going to get awkward..” you whispered in his ear. You quickly set a small headphone in his ear. His eyes widened as hurd the conversation in the room. You slid the other headphone in your ear listening to the conversation. Standing in front of him, acting like you where both cuddling.

“That Joshua and that pretty Katia have tons of money I am sure.. We will swipe there cards tomorrow at the ceremony. Do not forget to put the hostages in the crate. Make sure they can’t speak or else, others will start to hear them. I am going to go get another drink.”

“Shit..” you whispered. “Sorry Peter..” you hurd the door knob open and you pressed your lips to his. Holding his face in your hands you kissed him slowly, trying your best to fake the lust in the kiss. “Wow Mrs. Joshua.” You turned around. “Oh my goodness.. sorry.. we thought we where alone back here… baby lets get to the room..” you winked to P. He smiled and winked to the man. “Man I got lucky with this Gem!”

Getting back to the room you and Peter started to laugh. Hard. “Wow.. never been kissed like that..” Peters face was still red from the kiss. You chuckled a bit. “Sorry Peter.. I didn’t see a way around that..” “No.. by all means… anytime.” You laughed a bit harder. “You did great with the whole roleplay things Joshua.” You winked to the young man. “Same to your Mrs. Joshua.” You started to take off your heels and set them on he floor. “Fuck I hate heels.” You grumbled.

After getting into your pajamas you and Peter decided to sit and watch TV. You where thankful Tony encrypted your Netflix so you could watch it all over the world without worry of getting your information taken. Putting your slipper covered feet on the table, you sat back on the couch.

“Fuck yeah, lets watch F is for Family!” Peter smiled, setting down his soda and beer for you. Pressing play the two of you watched the show on the TV. “Sam says Hi.” You looked to Peter as he was texting. “Tell him Hi.” You chuckled feeling like a kid.

Steve: “Please.. unblock Bucky before he kills everyone here..”

You read the text and sighed.

You: “Steve.. I am the captain on this mission. I don’t feel I can mentally be stable if I talk to that cheating sack of shit.”

Steve: “Language. Fine.. But.. He is losing his mind.”

You: “Steve, your my close friend who saved me from the trenches of hell.. please trust me when I say.. “I don’t fucking care.”

Steve: “And here I thought it was going to be something sweet.”

You: “Love you too! *Kissy Face*”

Steve: “Love you too Y/N. *annoyed emoji.*”

You: “Look at the old man using emojis!”

Steve: “Sam said I needed to learn.”

You chuckled a bit. As much as you let off you where ok. The pain in your heart was getting to be a bit much. Luckily fate had a way of distracting you. You hurd a knock at the door and froze. “Did you order anything?” Peter looked at you, nodding his head no. “Fuck..” you lifted up the couch cushion grabbing a handgun. “Don’t use your powers innless necessary.” He nodded walking with you to the door. You looked in the peephole and seen it was one of the SHIELD agents. You opened the door, setting the gun in your sweatpants loop. “Next time. Call first or you going to get your head blown off.” The man chuckled a bit. “This if from Tony. He said it might help.” You grabbed the package and nodded. “Also, good work getting info tonight. He made a kissy face. “George, get smart with me again and I will kick your ass.” You grumbled. You should have known they where tailing you and Peter. You slammed the door in his face.

Taking the gun out of your pants, you set it back under the cushion. “How many guns did you lay out?” He asked looking around the room. “Nine.” You spoke honestly to Peter. “Why not just use our powers?” He asked taking a sip of his soda. “Because.. If everyone knows we are super.. it gets to be messy quick. Only time we use them abroad is when we are getting the bad guy. When we get back home, I am taking you target training.” Peter smiled. “Sounds fun, Katia.”

Waking up at four the next morning, you constantly tossed and turned the whole night. Getting up you made yourself some coffee and sat back on the couch. Opening your laptop, you scanned your fingers and pricked your finger. The blood ran on the slip and the computer opened. “Tonys gotta find an easier way.” You sucked you finger that was bleeding, tasting the irony taste dance on your tongue. Scanning the laptop, you looked up the microphone you had placed on the door and listened to more of the conversation. You sent it to Peters email, Ccing Tony on the file also. Right away you got a response.

Tony: Hey Y/N. How is the kid doing? I will listen to the file and send you cross references with anything that I can find. Remember we are not taking down the whole organization. Just trying to get them out of Kyoto and SHIELD will handle the rest.  Hope mentally you doing ok.. Steve told me what happened.. Sorry kid. If you want, I can train with him and kick his ass. ;)

You: Hey Tony. Peter is taking a lot of notes of things I am training him on. He really is good at roleplaying a couple. Kissing him was a bit awkward… Had to do it.. One of the men kind of walked by us in the hall. I will be ok.. I think. Kind of surprising the feeling deep in a bottle and putting a fucking lid on it. I’ll wait to let the emotion go in the fight. Please.. kick his ass for me and send me a picture. It will make my day. J

Tony: Holy shit you kissed Peter? My fake-adopted kid is growing up! Better his first kiss on a mission was you, than anyone else. He trusts you a lot. Well.. make sure that bottle doesn’t over flow. Please do not kill anyone in less needed. That is just so much unnecessary paperwork for me. Alright, I will send the pic when we train. Call me if anything. Look at the package I got you too. Talk soon. Be safe Y/N.

You smiled at the email and walked to the counter here the package was. Opening it quietly not to wake Peter. You slid out a small necklace. You read the small note from Tony.

Y/N.

I was working on this for you when you walked in the other day. It will help with your powers. Help them last longer. It will also help with Peter, just incase you need it. Enjoy.

~Tony.

You smiled putting the necklace on. It was very stylish.

You sat back on the couch and ran fingers over you temples. You kept trying so damn hard to ignore the searing pain in your heart. The image of his lips pressed against another woman’s was enough to drive you mad. The tears started flowing without you even noticing them. “Y/n…” you looked back to see Peter standing in his basketball shorts and tank top. He walked over to you, itching his eyes. He looked to see tear stains on your cheeks. Peter wrapped his arm around you and hugged you tightly. “He really is a dumbass for hurting you. I know I am younger than the two of you.. but even with all he went through and what you went through.. he has no reason to hurt you so bad..” Peter whispered as you quietly cried against his chest.

[vronnica]

‹ ･ ｡ ☾  [ blackpink vc ] hey boys. soz for missing plotting hour and opening… my bf wanted a cheese and wine night, so y’all know i was knocked af for like 12+ hrs. but now i am back and ready for action ! HENNYWAYS,,, i’m acacia ( she/her ), i’m twenty years of age, and i hail from the pst timezone ! i love kpop ( specifically got7 and blackpink. however, my ult bias is vernon from seventeen. if you know, you know. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ), milk tea, and mac and cheese. sooo sorry you’re all trapped in this rp w/ me. but y’all will learn to adore my 3am messages and casual spam on the dash. with that being said, under the cut you’ll find out more about my piece of shit baby angel, ronnie ! if you want ur muse to be friends with the stereotypical rich bitch. keep on readin bbs ;) psa: if you like this then you’re obligated to plot with me srry but i don’t make the rules. ( i’m jk please like this or i’ll cry. ) i’ll either slide in your IMs or you can contact me on discord @ mlilk#3162

jennie kim & cisfemale • hey, isn’t that veronica moon? she is that twenty-two year old that’s been living in conyers farm for twenty years. did you know her family is worth $18B? no wonder she is so ingenious & haughty. she is known around the estates as the aesthete, after all. 

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in veronica’s dreams, she is the epitome of a morning person. in reality, she’s a two in the afternoon kind of person. however, her schedule does not allow her to do that. so she does everything possible to transform herself into a morning person. new white rays shine through the window as she lies in her queen sized bed. she lifts up the aqua colored silk eye mask and the warm ball of light filtered through her thin eyelids. it takes her a moment to adjust but eventually her eyes flutter open to reveal the exhaust in her chocolate brown hues. she extends her arm out to her bed side table, grabbing ahold of her phone. she clears out the notifications that do not automatically appeal to her and checks the ones that do. after five minutes of procrastinating, she finally slips out of bed.

ronnie trudges her feet against the hardwood floor, making her way over to her bathroom. with a flick of a switch, the bright light from the crystal chandelier fills up the room. she runs herself a bath. filling the tub with lavender and jasmine bath salts. her le soir silk night slip pools around her feet as she climbs into the warm water. she’s completely and utterly relaxed. the time passes too quickly and she’s back on her feet. she wraps the fluffy white towel around her small frame and walks into her closet. winter, her favorite time of the year. she picks out a classic veronica moon outfit. a light orange and black tartan patterned dress paired with her wool cashmere burberry coat. and with a single spritz of her chanel no.5 onto her chest, she’s ready for the day.

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moon jisung, ( chairman and co-owner of urban place resorts / hotels ) met vanessa ross ( retired model, turned fashion designer ) back in 1995 at one of vanessa’s casting calls. that, of course, was being held at urban place’s gangnam location. it definitely was not love at first sight. vanessa’s serious aura made jisung think she was a lawyer. jisung’s spazzy persona had vanessa thinking, “ this man is the chairman ? ” their relationship remained business. until one day jisung accidentally texted the designer one letter, “ q. ” from there, the relationship blossomed.

october 29, 1996, veronica moon was born, the moon family was complete, and they’re absolutely perfect. two years after she was born, jisung and vanessa decided to make a permanent home in conyers farm. therefore, veronica grew up in a really nice household. nice cars, designer clothes, and every day was a vacation. she was constantly spoiled. always given whatever she wants, whenever she wants. and of course, she’s used to getting her way all the time. ultimately making her: bad and boujee. her family is loaded. ( duh every1′s is. ) and she’s always been surrounded by lots of love and luxury.

being the only child, ronnie never had any consequences. in school, she became sort of a bully. she was very ruthless and cold. she had that, “i’ll do anything to get where i need to be,” personality. and if it meant paying someone to transfer the other student threatening her valedictorian spot, then yes, of course she’d do that. people either hated her or loved her. there was no in between. she kept her clique small. ( yes, a clique, which indeed was very exclusive. invite only. think of regina george or blair waldorf. ) she ran her school and she liked to keep it that way. 

once she graduated she became more of an adult about things. but, old habits die hard. therefore, some of those traits she developed in school still linger with her til this day. just a little more filtered. ( truly, just a tad bit. ) she got accepted into almost every ivy league college. her mother gave her the option to just pass on college. her father on the other hand, encouraged her to go to school to have the major under her belt. ultimately, she decided to go to yale and major in art history. ( she chose yale because it was only a little over an hour away from conyers. ) though, now, most of her classes are being completed online.

present time: veronica is currently taking a semester off school to really think about what she wants to do after she graduates. at the moment, she spends a majority of her time working on her art. growing up she always had an artistic eye. vanessa ( being a fashion designer ) taught her all the techniques when it came to drawing for fashion. though eventually, veronica steered away from the clothing industry and found herself drawing more intricate works of art.

                                           P E R S O N A L I T Y

too long; didn’t read: an angel with a halo unbalanced with horns, not a devil but not a saint either ?? kind yet has a backbone. softer than what she seems like. humorous and witty though understanding. mistrusting but willing to let loyalty speak. wealthy but tries not to depend on her family. stays away from the king glitterati lifestyle and fronts as if she’s just a normal gal livin’ in conyers etcetc.

she has that tell it like it is personality. she just calls it likes she sees it. even if she’s not exactly right. she’s literally drowning in her riches. making her materialistic af. some people might think she’s that dumb bimbo rich bitch. but she’s actually very VERY smart. witty and intelligent to be exact. 

super particular when it comes to most things. ( high maintenance queen. ) she wants things done correctly. so she often runs by the quote, “ if you want things right you gotta do it yourself. ” she absolutely despises like relying on others to get things done when she knows she could do it faster and better. a little bit of a ocd queen. 

her instagram = her job. it’s filled with ootds, selfies, food pics. but most importantly: her art. it’s the platform she uses to show people she isn’t just a pretty rich girl. she has talent. ( *insert "the kardashian's have no talent" - proven wrong in 7 minutes vid.* ) 

she’s very dedicated to her work, thus making her very goal oriented. she’s very creative and she’s actually a very good artist. she’s one of those people that set their mind to something and goes through with it until the end. i’m sure she picked up doodling and bullet journaling while growing up. *plays boss ass bitch vine.*

too long; didn’t read pt. 2: she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying ?? self destructive ?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide that shit. yeye sweg.

                                            R E L A T I O N S H I P S

FRIENDSHIPS: she has plenty of friends, at least in her head. in reality, she just knows a lot of people through her many connections. so she has many affiliations. but never real friends. she’s very particular with the people she associates herself with. she believes that those around you reflect who you are as a person as well. therefore, she only surrounds herself with the best of the best. she may not be the best person to tell your secrets too either because she’s quite the gossip queen. but she can probably persuade you to trust her. rip. however, if you are a close friend of her’s, she’s very loyal to those who are loyal to her. which means she’d never do you dirty. but that’s only if she really cares about you. she’s a really great listener and she’s willing to give advice to those are willing to take it. plus, she’s the type to spoil the people she loves. so expect the best christmas gifts ever if u rollin’ with her. 

honestly, she really does need to surround herself with good people with genuinely good intentions. so please, someone teach her what loyalty is. 

bonus points if they’ve been friends for awhile. displays loyalty.

ENEMIES: she was bully in high school. so you know this girl has more than enough enemies ( and haters. ) she uses people, she pushes people around, etc etc. like she has some very evil intentions. she’s vengeful and irrational. she puts fuel to drama and loves to see people crash and burn. why ? she wants that reassurance that she is flourishing above all. she never wants to be belittled and will do anything to remain on the very top. however,,, ronnie does have some good intentions. she leans more to the chaotic neutral side. ( maybe tilted a bit more towards evil, but still. ) deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeeeep down the girl is trust issue central when it comes to letting people in. she can’t help it. she’s like that one rihanna meme, them: you can’t just cut people off. ronnie: *holds a pair of scissors* she doesn’t have problem with letting people go. so people think she’s a bitch because, “how could you just drop our five year long friendship like that.” and she’d just shrug. but really, she’s hurting beyond repair and will go home crying while eating a thing of ben & jerry’s chunky monkey.

there’s always that possibility where a friendship just didn’t work out. maybe they just stopped having time for each other and now it’s just mad awk. whatever it is, an enemy would b beaut.

veronica absolutely needs enemies. give her many. plenty. an abundance please.

LOVERS: i have a feeling she’s dabbled in the dating world. she’s had a few boyfriends, dates, etc. but most likely nothing LONG TERM. possibly because she doesn’t see the point unless it’s for marriage. just like her mom and dad. she has this [ beyoncé vc ] independent woman facade going on right now. which makes her seem like she doesn’t want anyone. but she’s secretly a hopeless romantic. this girl would love to be loved. and she truly needs it. she’s probably read tons of books about love and fluffy shit like that. it’d be a hard mission to win this girl over. but not impossible. she just has high expectations when it comes to relationships. so someone rlly needs to come here and treat this girl right. 

100% dabbles in the quick hook ups for the sake of fulfilling those needs. 

though, if the right person were to come along… she’d be loyal to them, completely devoted to just them.

CONGRATULATIONS ! you made it to end ! if you read all of this… i love you. i only ever write so much bc… it gets me in character lmao. also, i wrote all of this literally the moment i woke up so pls excuse any mistakes. i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my IMs and we can get things started !! luv u *blows a kiss*

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wicked games [15]

Summary: New relationships are forged, and old ones kept aflame; does any of it matter when Tom isn’t the same as before?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ ONLY || vaginal penetration, unprotected sex [use condoms for god’s sake lol]; commitment issues (yes, it needs its own warning)

Word Count: 4,596

A/N: I’m taking people off the tag list if you’re just not gonna bother reading this anymore, ok thanks! :) also, the next chapter won’t be out until after March 2nd, so consider this your fair warning. Don’t ask when it’ll be out after today. Enjoy xx

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“You’re joking.”

“It’s not my fault your friends like me better, Tommy.” You stifled a laugh as you pictured the pout most definitely pulling at his lips as his end remained silent.

“I’d rather Harrison take you dress shopping, and you know I’d kill him if he ever did,”

“Relax! You’re acting like it’s the end of the world because I’m choosing to spend time with her, Tom,”

“Yeah, my world is ending because of this!” He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he paced back and forth behind his desk. “Just… promise me you won’t take everything she says to heart? She can be a little blunt, is all,”

“Stop telling your girlfriend I’m a bitch, Stanley. We’ll see you later, bye!” Mary grabbed the phone off the counter, hanging up on him before you had a chance to stop her. As soon as you two locked eyes, you burst out laughing while Mary smirked, downing the rest of her glass of wine.

“You ready?”

“God, yes.”

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The drive down to Manhattan was a fun one; the September skies of New York complemented Mary’s divulgation of many hilarious stories about her college days with Harrison and Tom, all while expertly dodging your question on how they had first met.

When the car pulled up to the storefront, Mary helped you out onto the sidewalk.

“Holy shit,” You said under your breath, eyes widening as you recognized the boutique in front of you.

“Only the best for you… and my gala, of course. C’mon!” Mary lead the way, practically dragging you along. A few minutes later, and you were stepping onto the extravagant showroom floor. Evening dresses and wedding gowns alike lined the racks and showcases surrounding you, sparkling and calling your name.

“Good morning, Ms. Robinson. We have the room set up in the back, just as you asked. Anything else that you may require as of now?”

“All the dress choices I sent in are there?” The woman, who had greeted you at the door, nodded. “Then I think we are all good. Clara will be there, too?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Perfect. We’re going to take a look around the floor and then go to the room, okay? Thank you, Liza!” Mary took your hand in hers and lead you towards one area full of evening dresses, a giddy smile on her face.

You followed her as she walked up to a few dresses, letting go of your hand as she took hold of the velvety fabric. Trailing your hand down the row of gowns, you found one that stood out, and smiled as you took in its beauty. Flipping the price tag over, you almost choked as you read the numbers.

“You okay?” Mary asked, looking up from the dress she was holding.

“Almost $10,000 for a dress?!” You said sharply, eyes wide as you flashed her the tag. She merely shrugged, nodding.

“That’s pretty cheap; Tom usually goes for the ones upwards of twenty grand, I think. Besides, I know for a fact that money shouldn’t be a problem, right?” She raised an eyebrow as you looked at her, teeth digging into your lip.

“It’s just…” You didn’t know what to say. Too much money? Too much guilt? Mary sighed and walked over to you, resting a hand on her hip as she tilted your chin up to meet her gaze.

“It’s his money, babe. You get to use it to look hot as fuck, so let’s make his jaw drop, yeah?”

———————————————————————

Twenty dresses and a few flutes of champagne each later, the two of you finally settled on your gowns for the event. Standing in front of the massive 180-degree mirror, you admired the dress that had managed to steal your heart - and hopefully Tom’s, too. After all, it was costing him almost ten grand.

“Holy shit, I’m in love,” Mary gasped, smiling as she studied you from the doorway of her dressing room.

“Really?” You asked, gently running your fingers over the sequin inlays on the skirt.

“I’ll smack Tom if this doesn’t wreck him, honestly.” You rolled your eyes at her in the mirror and turned to your side as you continued marveling at your choice.

It was an A-line, dusty pink sheer gown with a deep V-neck and backless, just like the last dress Tom had chosen for you; he was bound to love it. The sequin patterns decorating the fabric were just the right amount, and made you enjoy being under the spotlight.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, Mary standing right behind you as you smiled in embarrassment .

“Am I taking too long?”

“We’ve got all the time in the world. I’m gonna check my dress out though, if you don’t mind,” She gestured to what she was wearing and you let out a small “oh, wow” as you nodded, stepping off the pedestal.

Her gown was a dark blue, floor length A-line tulle with a sequined flower design and V-neck. You watched her study herself with pride, her hands running over the fabric as she slowly turned around and looked at the dress from all angles.

“Can’t be too extra with the dress this time around, unfortunately. What with my parents being there and everything; gotta keep it all nice and ‘proper’, if you will,” She muttered, rolling her eyes as she stepped off the pedestal. “But, at least one of us will be a showstopper. No jewelry with this, okay? Dangly earrings yes, but no necklace or bracelets. God, I really should have gone into designing.”

“You would’ve been damn good at it,” Mary smiled at your words, cupping your cheek for a moment before walking back to her room.

“Let’s get some extra shit anyways, yeah?”

———————————————————————

Before you knew it, the day of Mary’s gala had arrived. It was an oddly warm day in October, which you were silently grateful for as you spent the morning getting ready for the big night.

Tom had gone into the office early that Saturday morning, wanting to make sure everything was in order for his string of meetings come the start of the new week. The party started early, with cocktails and hors d’oeuvres at five pm. The clock was nearing four o’clock when you finally put on your dress with the help of Ana, who Tom had called in to help with any last minute intakes.

“You look like a princess, miss Y/N,” She said as you stood before the mirror, a massive smile on your face.

“All she needs is a tiara and ring.” You spun around as his voice rang clear as day in your ears, a smug smile on his lips as he closed the distance between you.

“Welcome back, office bug,”

“Bug? What are you insinuating, darling?” You rolled your eyes at his coy response, earning you a tight squeeze of your hip as he bit back his tongue.

“I missed you,” you whispered, meeting his soft gaze as he slowly rubbed your arm.

“And I you. Have I said that you look absolutely ravishing in this dress? Because God, am I obsessed,” He said in awe, stepping back and spinning you around as he took in your heavenly appearance.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” You said, rather shocked. He was donning one of his Armani suits, with a plain white shirt and a pair of Converse. One of his Rolexs sat on his wrist as he pulled you back to him, eyebrows raised in question.

“You’re right; you need to change so no one will ogle you.” You smacked his chest, rolling your eyes.

“Not what I said, at all. Mary’s gonna kill you,”

“Please. We won’t even be staying the entire time,” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before brushing back some of your hair, his hot breath hitting your ear. “Especially with you looking like this, princess.”

You couldn’t help the slight shiver that ran down your spine at his words, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips as he rested his hand on the exposed small of your back, guiding you out into the hallway.

“Let me get my phone, and we’ll be on our way, okay?”

———————————————————————

“New York royalty! Or is there another name you prefer?” Harrison laughed as you and Tom walked up to him, letting him pull you into an embrace while Tom just slapped his back, rolling his eyes.

“The paps outside wouldn’t leave us alone, for fuck’s sake, mate! I forgot how much Mary loves getting her goddamn picture taken,” He muttered, wrapping his arm around your waist the second Harrison let you go.

“Let her be, man. The Robinson clan is making a special appearance tonight, so she had to pull out all the stops. Besides, who wouldn’t want to snap a pic of this angel right here?” Tom glared at his best friend as the both of you laughed, a slight blush spreading over Harrison’s cheeks as he raised his hands up in mock surrender. “You know I’m joking, mate. Nice um, shoes, yeah?” He nodded at the - in your opinion - ridiculous choice Tom had made.

“Yes, real nice choice, dumbass.” Mary appeared out of nowhere, hand on her hip and a glass of scotch in the other, eyes narrowed as she looked over Tom’s clothes. “Seriously? A CEO showing up like this?” She waved her hand around, rolling her eyes.

“Would you relax? It’s Armani,”

“I don’t care if the suit’s Armani; you’re wearing Converse, Stanley!” She scoffed, eyebrows raised in annoyance.

“Yeah, could’ve worn a real shirt at best, mate,” Harrison added, shutting his mouth when Mary glanced at him.

“Fuck off, Mary. If this wasn’t your gig, you’d be wearing Birkenstocks, and we all know that!” Harrison visibly cracked up at that, quietly clearing his throat as Mary stepped up to Tom, eyes enraged.

“You may be right, but your shirt looks like one of those Hanes $5 t-shirts from Wal-Mart, honey.”

“Eat shit, Robinson,”

“As long as it’s not yours, Holland. I’ve got more people to see - don’t abuse the open bar, you little shits!” She called out as she walked away, an apologetic smile flashed in your direction as she weaved through the growing crowd of attendees.

“Is this how it’s always going to be?” You asked, brows furrowed as Tom pressed a kiss to your forehead for a brief second before stepping back.

“She knows how to get to him, and he can’t stand that he doesn’t know how to rile her up so yeah, it’s probably going to always be like this,” Harrison said, shrugging as you nodded in reluctant acceptance.

“Let’s find our table.”

An hour or two passed, the table finally filling up with a bunch of men who’d gone to Stanford with the boys, a few of them were fraternity brothers that had gotten word from them after they’d graduated.

You’d gone to the bathroom to fix your lipstick, and upon your return, caught Harrison taking a picture of Tom with some of the men from earlier, middle fingers out.

“Really?” You said in disappointment once he’d taken the photo and given the phone back to its rightful owner.

“All in good fun, darling,” Tom answered, smiling softly as you sat down next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“When can we go home?” You asked quietly, resting your hand on his thigh. He laid his hand over yours, caressing your skin as he leaned forward to leave a chaste kiss on your shoulder.

“Will you be mine for the night?” You turned back to see his flushed face, teeth digging into his lip as he met your gaze.

“Always, Tom.”

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Two weeks had passed since the gala, and you had no idea where he was.

No idea how to get into contact with him.

No one to turn to.

Well, no one who could help in any capacity.

“I know as much as you do… which is nothing, but regardless, I swear this isn’t like that other time, Y/N. I have no clue where he’s gone off to. Mary won’t be of any help; she’s the last person he’d trust with information like this.”

“I don’t understand why he felt the need to do this!” You said in exasperation, throwing your hands up in the air in frustration as you sat down on the sofa. “I thought we were doing okay, but clearly not. Fucking hell,” You muttered, covering your face with your hands.

Tom had been working practically non-stop since the gala; meeting after meeting, flying cross-country to visit other companies interested in investing with him - or in the company itself. You grew concerned when he stopped taking your calls a week ago, only to flat out freak out when neither Harrison nor his father could get ahold of him.

You and Harrison had spent the last few days getting in contact with everyone he had been scheduled to see: they all said they’d met with him, signed agreements with lawyers present, and were done before the business day was over. He was supposed to come back last night.

Supposed to.

“I just… how are his parents not losing their shit over this? I mean, it’s their son, for fuck’s sake!” You cried out, groaning loudly as you laid back on the couch.

“This is nothing new to them, unfortunately. He goes off the grid - with Dom especially - a lot of times, only to resurface a couple days - or weeks - later, safe and sound.”

“Yeah, but in those cases, he at least tells you where he’s going. What’s happened that now we’re both in the dark, Haz?” You looked over at him pacing in front of the fireplace, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans and a look of profound concern etched on his face.

“What is it?” You knew that look - he was debating whether or not to tell you something about Tom. “Harrison, tell me. Please?”

He stopped moving, refusing to look at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s just… well, I… fuck. This is hard, okay? A part of me knows I need to tell you this, but there’s the other part that says this is -”

“- betraying his trust?” He looked up and nodded, sheepishly shrugging.

“I know I’m insane, but he’s like my brother, Y/N, and I just, I dunno,”

“Would this be a bad time to admit something?” You said, making Harrison face you, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Admit what?”

“That I… I might love him?”

“What?” His eyes were wide, jaw slack as he stared at you.

“What?”

“Did I… did you? Did I… hear you correctly? Are you sure? Like, are you 100% sure?” Harrison was bewildered and out of breath, his thoughts racing a mile a minute as he tried to calm down.

“Haz, that doesn’t help at all right now! I want to kill him because he’s gone off on this fucking bender and I’m sitting here not knowing what to think, but god, I just need to know he’s okay! That’s all I care about.”

“Well, now I definitely don’t want to say what I was going to before.” His cheeks were a pale red, his gaze glancing around the room as you sat up on the couch.

“Spit it out, or else I might kill you.” He held his hands up and nodded.

“Alright, alright. I’m sure you’re aware by now that Tom and his dad don’t… get along. Or really fucking hate each other; whichever way you want to look at it.” You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as he continued.

“Dominic’s been threatening to take the company away if Tom fucks up one more time. And before you ask how he’s ever done that, he’s not talking about with the company. He’s talking about Tom and what he chooses to do in his free time.”

“And what the hell does that mean?” The repressed anger towards Tom was starting to resurface with all the worst case scenarios running through your mind.

“His drinking and outrageous - to say the least - partying habits. Dom’s paid a fairly substantial amount of money to make sure none of it ever gets out to the public, but that obviously can’t go on forever.”

“And he holds the fucking company over his head for having fun? He’s worse than I thought,”

“I would say more, but Nick’s just texted me - he went to the other apartment and just found the man of hour.” You clapped your hands over your mouth as you gasped loudly, the sting of hot tears welling up in the corners of your eyes nothing compared to the weight that was just lifted off your heart.

He’s okay.

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You were pacing around the foyer when the elevator bell finally rang, the doors taking their sweet time in opening.

Your heart was bound to leap out of your chest the second you laid eyes on him, but instead all you could feel was relief as he stepped out into the apartment, head hanging low.

Neither of you said a word, even though you were dying to say something, anything.

He moved first.

Step by step, he walked up to you, eyes glued to the floor as he raised his head up to rest his forehead against yours.

“You’re here.” he breathed in relief.

What you said in response pulled him out of the comfort he’d just started to sink into.

“I shouldn’t be here. Not after all this.”

He stepped back, brows furrowed as he processed your words.

“What… what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Now’s not the time to start playing this shit, Tom. You’ve been gone for two weeks without so much as a word from you. You don’t get to play dumb. What happened?” You moved back from him as he reached out for you, knowing full well the second he touched you, you’d lose all focus.

He wasn’t going to get away with it this time.

“Y/N, it was nothing. I just got caught up in the work like I always do. I swear baby, it’s fine. I’m fine,”

“You know it’s not! When you were drunk on the living room floor, crying, you told me you knew none of this - leaving and disappearing - was okay! You told me I deserve better than that, and you’re right, I do. But I’m still here. For you, Tom.” You took another step back when he shifted forward, trying your best to ignore the pained look that flashed over his features as you did so.

“Why stay when you know how fucked up this all is? How fucked up I am? What’s the point?” His words hurt him more than he cared to admit, but he needed to know.

“You told me once that you wanted someone who could be there for you. And I am, always. I stay and I stay, but how the hell will it ever work when you won’t let me be there for you?”

Your chest was slightly heaving, your face hot with frustration and panic as you watched him. When he locked eyes with you, you could there was… something in his eyes. You didn’t want to think about it as he closed the distance between you, his body relaxing when you didn’t move away.

Cupping your cheek, he looked into your eyes as if he were searching for something. His gaze slowly flitted down to your lips, his tongue poking out and licking his own before he spoke.

“You need to stop me before it all goes to hell.” he whispered as he leaned in closer.

“And what if I want it to?”

Without another thought, Tom grabbed ahold of you and crashed his lips against yours, taking his hands and carding them through your hair, effectively pulling it back. You whined into the kiss when he nipped your bottom lip, and suddenly every part of him yearned to touch you everywhere at once.

Your hands were intertwined with his curls, slowly dropping down to his neck with every pass of his tongue against yours. His skin burned under your warm, delicate touch, and all he wanted was to feel you pressed up close against him.

His hands settled on your waist, your whines music to his ears as he pulled away. He trailed wet, sloppy kisses down your jaw to your neck as his hands brought you flush against him. Gently pushing you back, he guided you both to his bedroom, his hands getting to work on both of your clothes as you went.

He undid the buttons of his own dress shirt and the one you were wearing, his hands brushing against your bare skin as he moved to undo the tie of your pajama shorts. You hastily pushed open the door of his room as the pair of you stumbled in, your hands wrapped up in each other as he pushed it shut.

Kicking off his jeans and boxers, Tom pushed you down onto the bed and crawled up your body, kissing every inch of you he could get his lips on. He undid your bra without looking, pulling it down your chest to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples. Kneading your other breast, he took his time covering your soft flesh with hickies, his mouth never leaving you as he moved to give the each breast equal attention. You whined quietly as he tugged your nipple between his teeth, your hands instinctively pulling on his hair, silently begging him to kiss you again.

He moaned softly at the feeling, thriving off this different kind of begging. This level of need was something he’d never experienced before but God, was he addicted.

Moving up your body, he lavished your neck in kisses as if he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re so beautiful, angel,” he murmured against your skin, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he brushed his nose against your jaw. “Perfect in every way,” he nipped at your skin before kissing the bruising flesh. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Your whimpers in his ear spurred him on; he couldn’t help every word that fell from his tongue, telling you just how obsessed he was with you, in every way imaginable. With your hands tangled up in his hair and his hips grinding against yours, you couldn’t ignore the growing ache between your legs.

The tip of his cock barely brushed against your covered clit, making you moan wantonly as you tugged on his hair, pulling him back to you. Wriggling underneath him, trying to create some sort of friction, dying to feel him, Tom whispered in your ear,

“Nice and easy, baby girl. M’gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

Without another word, he pushed aside your panties and trailed a finger through your folds, groaning into your neck at how wet you already were. He kissed back down your neck, deciding to focus on your breasts as he continued to grind against you.

As soon as his tongue swirled around your nipple, you pressed your nails into his scalp, savoring the deep growl in his throat as he teases your entrance with the head of his cock. Whimpering softly, you dropped a hand to his back, gently scratching down to urge him on.

Finally pushing in, he moaned, savoring the way you gasped and how fucking good you felt around him. Your walls clenched around his cock when he bottomed out and he grunted loudly, clenching his jaw tightly as he pushed your hips down the second you tried to lift them up.

Attaching his lips to your neck again, he sucked on your skin before proceeding to nip at the shell of your ear.

“You do that again, I won’t be able to stop myself, princess.”

His words only fueled your deep desire for him to be as rough as could be, but you knew he needed this… this different kind of sex. So you whimpered, kissing the top of his head as he moved down to your breasts again.

Burying his face in the valley between them, he whined softly before whispering,

“I love these so much, baby… could spend days just showering them in love,”

You hummed in reply, slowly pushing your hips up to meet his after he finally took his weight off of you, and you let him kiss and bite and grab you everywhere he could.

He hovered over you for a moment and let his head hang above yours, his long curls falling over his face. You brushed it back and pulled him down to you, kissing his neck and tracing patterns over his shoulders and back as he started to slowly thrust in and out, wanting him to savor every second.

When the head of his cock grazed your sweet spot, you couldn’t help but moan and all he could do was smile, trying his best not to move as he tried to hit against it again, hoping to hear that heavenly sound again.

Tom never pulled away afterwards, what with your chests pressed up against each other, his lips never leaving your skin as you dug your nails into his skin with every drag of his cock against your aching walls.

Tugging on his curls once more, you pulled him back to your needy lips, eager to feel his tongue dancing with yours as he brought you closer to the edge. You were so close, and he could tell because of your soft gasps; the way your eyes were fluttering closed as you held him as close to you as you could.

You couldn’t stave off your orgasm anymore, but you needed him with you every step of the way, so you clenched around him again to push him to the brink with you. Slipping his tongue into your mouth once more, he moaned against your lips as he dropped his hand to your clit, drawing heavenly circles on the sensitive bud.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, you threw your head back as you felt the heavy wave of release hit you from every angle.

“Don’t stop, oh my go-... it feels so good, please,” you whined, moaning shamelessly as Tom picked up the pace and slowly fucked you through your orgasm.

You came with a loud, keening cry, repeating his name like a mantra.

“Oh, Tom, fuck… yes, Tom,”

He couldn’t stop himself from coming deep inside you the second he realized you were saying his name. His hips faltered against you, a loud growl rumbling deep in his chest his only warning as he came, your walls clenching around his cock as it throbbed.

You shushed him through the high, kissing every inch of his face as his chest heaved from the riveting pleasure. He let himself slowly fall on top of you, his hands moving to your hips as he turned you both over onto your sides.

With his face buried in the crook of your neck, you kissed his hair, stroking his back while he regained control of his breathing.

Sated, Tom drifted off, well aware that this… this wasn’t just fucking anymore; it had crossed the line to something completely different and foreign to him.

As you let the sweet haze overcome you, all you could think was that it was definitely good right now… even if it might not be okay later.

[bites-kms]

Southwest Roadtrip - Episode 1: Viva las Vegas

When it comes to discovering the US, Johnny Cash kept it simple and straight to the point: 

“I've been everywhere, man. Crossed the desert's bare, man. I've breathed the mountain air, man. Of travel I've had my share, man. I've been everywhere.“

And what a journey it was! Who knew a failed attempt to fly to Hawaii would result in such a fun adventure? We packed our stuff and jumped on a plane, destination Southwest of America. Starting by Vegas, passing through Arizona, stopping by Utah, resting in Colorado. Only my friend Belu would be as kamikaze to propose such thing and found in me such a blind partner-in-crime. It was September 4th, and we were rushing in a taxi from Hoboken to Newark to board our first flight during a global sanitary emergency, looking like Darth Vader’s close cousins with our masks and face shields. 

After an approximately 6-hour flight, we landed in the middle of literally nowhere. We were able to see the pyramid and some other iconic architecture which I currently do not remember because it was about only for 5 seconds before landing. On arrival, on a mostly empty airport, we were surprised by the amount of slot machines that were there, welcoming everyone to place their bets. For sure, ours was to have fun and contrary to common belief, the house didn't win this one: we had a blast!

Followed by a surprise “SIN CITY, WOOO HOOO!” shout from someone who obviously has been living inside a thermos for the last past months, we cracked up and went to fetch a car. This very nice gentleman took us to the Bellagio (yeap, we went full on cliche mode, with what was originally a non-existent promo) while DJ Dani blasted her best records to kick off this adventure with the right feet: Viva Las Vegas by Elvis Presley and Just a Gigolo by Louis Prima Success. 

DAY 1: 

First things first: check in and adventure. Hotel, amenities and surroundings. Vegas spins around two main areas: the famous Strip, 6.8kms of the brightest place on earth seen from outer space full of hotels, restaurants, shops and of course, casinos. Pretty much Disneyworld for adults. The Bellagio is the iconic hotel which hosts some of the greatest restaurants and also the famous dancing fountains. Also, is one that is pretty centrally located, in between Caesars Palace (Roman Empire themed), The Cosmopolitan (which imitates boheme life from France) Aria and Park MGM Las Vegas (New York City represent!), Excalibur (Middle Ages) Luxor (Cleopatra’s Egypt) and The Venetian (of course, Venice). Everything is within walking distance but beware of the heat: a normal day in the desert is around 42C (107F), if not more, with a melting down thermal sensation of 1000 in any scale. This is why is also a city that is enjoyable during night time. So, do not feel bad about sleeping in a bit: you can always chill by the pool in the morning, have a little something for lunch and sleep (or remove the hangover) during the afternoon when the sun is unbearable. OR, the casino is always open so that could be an option. We chose to walk around a bit (big mistake) but luckily once you enter to the casinos, they are all connected with escalators, shade and AC, so we were mesmerized by this grown up themed park, where is so easy to lose track of time. 

After an Italian lunch on a french bistro in a corner of Paris (? yes.. I know..) we went back and rest by the pool. Once the sun was already getting ready to bet some chips at night, we did too: we changed into our most shinny and glamorous outfit and won exactly 27 dollars! We checked out Venice, and some of the night shows that were happening on the streets (like naked promoters, the massive PM lines, and the crazy long-ass “juice” towers flowing around the more energetic covid-prone crowds) right before we headed up to Yellowtail, the Japanese and Michelin Starred restaurant at the Bellagio. We had their famous tuna pizza (it sounds terrible but it is more of a tostada or sashimi-style like) and got disappointed that they run out of the short ribs, but instead had some amazing sushi rolls and some tempura bites. When we found out about the beautiful, sigh-seeing windows that displayed all the fountain show we left our high-end attires aside and run to the windows, interrupting some other people’s dinner while leaving the waiters behind. We decided to go for dessert somewhere else and went to the piano bar located at the reception for a delicious espresso and a chocolate diamond cake. We did some neon-gazing and loved the fountain show to the beat of Believe by Cher, while being overwhelmed by a surreal feeling of actually being there, having so much fun and appreciating our friendship (and of course, avoided a high/drunk fellow who tried to take our pics and phone with them - she didnt know we were from New York and from Rio de la Plata, so the scam was on her!) 

DAY 2

Repeat. (and pretty much that’s all we did). We kicked it off with a fake breakfast by the pool, and some piñas coladas in between facemasks. We also had a light lunch by the pool (a greek salad with some much needed water) and then, around 6:15 we took a cab to the Neon Museum - yeap, for those who think there is only light fun in Vegas, nope, think again, there are worthy museums, too! ( I even made a joke here! damn I’m inspired!). The Neon Museum is a scrap dealer cemetery, where all the old and somehow “broken” -even thou most of them have been repaired and are currently working!- neon signs from Old time Vegas rest. It is very fun to see old hotels, random letters, icons and logos being laid there, creating a wonderful mess in the middle of, again, you guess right, the desert. It was very fun and beautiful to be honest. 

Another short taxi drive later (I was too naif thinking we could walk in short heels under the killer heat more than a block!) we drove thru what is known as “Old Vegas” or “Downtown Vegas”. This used to be the place where the magic happened before the creation of the Strip, but nowadays it only hosts what lingers of once a glamorous and kitschy past. The center of this action can be found throughout Freemont Street, a pedestrian long avenue that gathers classic neon signs, all-time Vegas characters (we still missed out on Elvis, so watch out impersonator, we will be back just for you!), stripers, street sellers, all you can eat venues, dodgy bars, and more and more neons.  According to Las Vegas Tourism Board>> “Fun people, crazy people, partying, gambling, drinking, street performers, free music and light shows, zip lining and just having a good time... that's what you expect at Freemont.”

We had some pizza, talked to this Montana guy who for a second thought he was able to have a threesome with us on his dirty van, were voluntary abused by these hot, ripped stripers who made us laugh with their pick up line: “You can leave your face mask here, right by your underwear too, please.” The guys were a “sample” - since the show is canceled due to the pandemic- of Chippendales, something a fine woman needs to experience once in their lifetime. Belu felt in love with her boy, but given the current times and protocols, this love couldn't prosper as we all wished it had. No worries amiga, next time!

But the most striking part of this decadent place was witnessing this surreal restaurant called Heart Attack Grill, where people who weight more than 350lbs (almost 160kgs) eat for free. The biggest burger consist on 8 patties, and as an FYI, only the 4 patty burger is marked on the Guinness World Records Book as the “Quadruple Bypass Burger” with almost 10.000 calories, all the beverages consists on massive soft drinks, milkshakes, beers and wine, (full bottles, of course, served from an IV drip bag) and it is not allowed to share food. The place is cash only, you gotta weight yourself before entering, each patty is made of half pound each, everybody must wear hospital gowns and if you dare not to finish your meal, you get three spanks by the horny yet not so sexy waitress dressed as nurses. As a nice little detail, on the biggest burger you can pump it up with 40 slices of bacon by only $7.99 more!  And, to wrap up this majestic hospital parlor, I recently researched that the legal owner of Heart Attack Grill is hilarious – Diet Center LLC. The founder is Jon Basso, who strives to provide “nutritional pornography” in his food. For a better comprehension (for a lack of a better word) of this place, you can check out this recap of Showtime’s series: Deadly Sins. 

So, we were mesmerized, we were educated, we bet, we ate, we drunk and we touched some sweaty strippers, so there was only one thing left to do: crush a weeding. So there we went. There were multiple chapels around the area, but I dont know whether it was the time (it was around, 9, 9 and coins) so it may have been a little bit too late or due to COVID, but no weddings were in place. We finally arrived to the Little White Chapel, the original, unique one that has the Elvis sign, the drive-thru and the proud sign that states how Michael Jordan and Joan Collins got married there. We were so bummed to found only a very young, very dull couple getting married (she was wearing black, hence, that is all you need to know) and there was not a very jolly, merry spirit. Still, we managed to hang out with the best men and got a picture of two to remember this fail attempt to crush this very much lame wedding. Up we went to the Bellagio, checking out what was missing from Sin City: the Wynn Hotel, Route 515, 51 and the Famous Welcome to Las Vegas Sign. 

We wrapped this unique experience witnessing an amazing, full moon in the middle of the desert, with a massive and delicious full on breakfast at Sadelle’s, a little piece of home in our far-away-from home hotel.  Till next time, Vegas! You were great fun!