#I’m just sittin here smilin

[nattinatalia]

He shrugs, “Definitely not with a bloody nose.” How did u think it was gonna end 🤨 A hug & a kiss?? BFFR Jackman.

“Y/N I’ve been trying, since the start and you just push me away. I- JACKMAN do you hear yoself rn?? SINCE THE START?? Whats the start to you⁉️ cause it definitely ain’t pregnancy, the birth of a child nor the first three years. Soooooooo please tell me what the fuck does “trying since the start” mean.

But I did show up at the hospital but I was kicked out. I showed up when you gave birth That’s a whack excuse sir 🙄 you couldn’t have waited?? Or idk maybe call/text somebody who was there.

“I’m not lying, everytime I tried Diego was there and he told me you didn’t want to see me. He would answer your phone and tell me you had filed for full custody. He told me you had planned on leaving me way before giving birth.” I- I THOUGHT HE WAS A GOOD ONE 😭 I take back everything nice I said abt this man, we’ll maybe not EVERYTHING he was still there. And I’m ONLY taking back that last thing I said abt Jack, everything else still stands 😭 But Diego IS FUCKIN CRAZY!! Like bruh c’mon 😐

“Y/N I promise you I did try, the texts I send you, how can you say I didn’t when you would reply to me, telling me to fuck off.” Wowwwww I’m really sittin over here SHOCKED, BAFFLED & FLABBERGASTED. This man (Diego) DONE LOST HIS RABBIT ASS MIND. Who tf does he think he is?? I actually do take back everything nice I said abt him. Cause BITCH you AINT sum saint if doin this sneaky ass snake shit 😑

“Why do I have a feeling that there’s going to be more than fighting with whatever you’re plotting.” This man has called himself a “spicy Pisces” 😭 of course there’s gonna be more fighting.

Jack shrugs and smiles, “Not between us, I feel like we might even team up on this. Well, if anything goes as planned.” Uh uh he smilin abt fighting 😭 I have a feeling him and Diego Finna square up!

(Okay WAIT PART 2 is coming 😭)

So who’s ass do you want to beat more?

Jack, Diego or Heather? 🤔 or mine?? Lmaooo

🙈 🫣

I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again, I love when you hit me with the feedback. I laugh and it brings a huge smile to my face every single time 🫶🏻😘🥺

[far-out-fan]

Please please may I have something with Chop and a gender neutral SO who has a shitton of piercings and a handful of tattoos but is, despite their resting bitchface and gruff tone, more often than not a very anxious and gentle person?

Or course! I love this. I couldn’t decide between a short scene or some headcanons so I wrote both! I hope you enjoy!

Headcanons:

- Chop Top is constantly teasing you for being a softie. At first he just thinks it’s funny, because you look and act tough, but then he realizes you secretly like it since so many other people are intimidated by you.

-He goes on and on about how you look like you should be in a band, and often asks you to sing and dance with him no matter how good or bad you are at either.

- He likes to make a big show of asking about your tattoos and what they mean. Sometimes he’ll ask you to give you some of his own, or to take him next time you get one, or to let him give you one. Sometimes he asks all three in the same sentence.

- Sometimes when you’re sleeping, he tries to take your piercings out to try them on. You caught him once and he didn’t seem to understand what was wrong about it.

- He sometimes sulks about not having any body mods until you remind him about his plate, which he thinks is close enough.

- When you’re anxious, he likes to give you control over the music you guys listen to. While you’re listening, he’ll trace your tattoos with his fingers. It keeps him occupied and quiet, and feels pretty nice on your end too.

Mini fic scene:

“W-wooah, is tha-a-at one new? Chop Top traces a finger along the edge of one of your tattoos with an open-mouth grin. With his free hand, he lifts his glasses off his nose for a better look. “That’s w-wild!”

“It’s—“

“Oh wait, ahahah. No, this one, th-this one you got a while b-back rii—iight?”

“I got it wh-“

“Ahh-ah, ahaha. I knew that. Nam didn’t mess me up th-that bad. I j-j-“

“Bobby!” Your voice comes out a little harsher than you mean it to. Chop Top raises an eyebrow and scratches his plate through his wig. It’s late, but the light from his newest lava lamp is giving your room a warm, purple glow.

“W-well don’t just stare at me like that,” he laughs under his breath. “What is it? H-huh?”

“If it was new, why would you be touching it? It could get infected.”

The moment you say this, his face darkens.

“I-infected from, uh,” he laughs nervously, “from me?” He’s still smiling—he hardly ever stops—but now his eyebrows are furrowed, too.

“Oh, no. Not like that. Not you specifically. No one’s supposed to touch a new tattoo, Bobby.”

A spark comes back into his eyes as you say this.

“O-oh!” he smirks. “Y-y-you oughtta start a shop huh? One of your own! You know all about this stuff. You could, uh, g-give people tattoos and piercings like you have! You c-could give me some. Like this one! This one here’s m-my faaave.” He points to your most recent piercing, and then to the same spot on himself.

“I don’t know,” you blush. He’s always so easily impressed.

“Y-you’re not half as rough a-as you think you are, y-you know that? I coulda got y-you easy”

“Huh?” The hot feeling in your cheeks and on the tips of your ears spreads to the rest of your face. You know he meant that last bit to be sweet, but the look in his eye still makes your heart skip.

“Sittin there not smilin. Lookin’ all ‘he-ey d-don’t mess with me.’” He scoots closer next to you on the bed. The record that was playing has stopped, so only ambient crackling disrupts the silence. “Makes me w-waaanna mess with you,” he winks. You feel a lump in your throat as you glance between his lips and eyes. He notices you watching and pulls you closer. “T-take a picture huh? Ah, hahah. It’ll, uh, it’ll last longer,” he quips.

“You know not to mess with me,” you shoot back.

“W-well yeah but, but that ain’t cuz I’m scared of ya. You’re a softie yknow? A-a-and I don’t mean that bad. No,” he chuckles. “Yo-you're like one this real mellow album I knicked offa that one guy. R-reeeal heavy cover art but then the music was all wind-in-the-trees and kumbaya and peace and love and a-a-all that,” he chuckles.

Before you can respond, he’s moved on—rambling about the album. Sometimes when he does this you let yourself zone out, but this time you know that in some ways, he’s talking about you too. So, you lay your head down on his shoulder and listen to his accidental professions of love.

[babbushka]

Hello dearest! Could i request a combo of ‘grabbing the butt while hugging’ and ‘picking up while hugging’ with Pale? I miss that hunk

(1.1k, NSFW-ish: Public groping, getting handsy, fingering, exhibitionism) 

He’s scribblin’ some notes down on the sheet music on stage, when there’s a tap on his shoulder. With an annoyed sigh, he sucks down a long drag of his cigarette, careful not to let ash fall over the keys of the grand piano he’s been playing away and rehearsing at for the better part of the afternoon, and lets out a snappish, “What?”

It’s only then that he hears a familiar chuckle, and a pair of even more familiar hands smooth around his chest, as the face of his favorite girl peeks at him from around his shoulder, and you grin at him with a twinkle in you eye.

“You know you ought’a start bein’ a little nicer to people.” You point out, and Pale would have a comeback for that, if he weren’t so surprised that you’re here.

Getting off the piano bench, Pale stands up to his full height in front of you. He wraps you in a tight hug, lifting you clean off the floor, your ankles criss-crossing in the air as you laugh and hug him back. In typical Pale fashion, he squeezes the flesh of your ass with one of those baseball mitts he calls a hand, kneading at it for a moment or two before he sets you back down onto the floor.

“Baby girl what the fuck are you doin’ here? I thought you had work today – you ain’t cuttin’ your shift just to visit this ugly mug, you better fuckin’ not be because I thought I told you to save up them vacation days of yours for the trip I booked for us and I’d be real fuckin’ pissed if – ”

“I’m not cuttin’ my shift, I promise. Fish called me up and gave me the rest of the day off’s’all. Thought I’d come over here and see if I couldn’t keep you company.” You smile at him, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth for a second to give him a kiss.

Pale huffs and smacks your ass, chasing your lips for another kiss before he snatches the cigarette back, and sits down on the bench, facing away from the piano to get a good look at you.

“You went on the subway like that?” He asks, eyeing you up and down. You bit back a smile – it didn’t matter what you wore, Pale would think it’s too sexy for the general populous, they didn’t deserve seein’ you in all your glory, even if that glory was a sweatsuit.

As it stood, you thought you’d dress up for your man, in a short short short skirt and blouse set that had him rakin’ over your legs slowly, eyes then flickin’ up to yours.

“Mhm.” You nodded, wriggling your shoulders at him suggestively, watching the way that muscle in his jaw jumps, watching how he chews on the inside of his cheek.

One of his hands trails up up up the inside of your thigh, until you can fee the warmth of his palm skating just below your pussy. You smile, because you can see the exact minute that he realizes you ain’t wearing any panties.

“Nobody gave you any problems, did they?” He demands at once, and you shake your head, spreading your legs ever so subtly for him, that hand of his pinching and grabbing at your thigh.

“Nope.” You take a step toward him, “I gave ‘em a real mean stare, just the way you always do.”

“Oh now we’re doin’ impressions, huh? Alright let me see, show me this mean stare of mine.” Pale demands, and you shake out the muscles in your cheeks because there ain’t no smilin’ when it comes to Pale, and you give him a real nasty look that has him nodding with appreciation. “Well fuckin-A baby, that’s a pretty impressive impression.”

Ego blooming, Pale pulls you down onto his lap fully, swiveling the two of you around to face the piano once more. Instead of touching the keys though, he just keeps touching you. Even though the two of you are on stage, that doesn’t stop him, his hands groping at your tits, giving them a squeeze.

“Did you miss me?” You kiss his cheek, right on one of his beauty marks.

“Miss you? Did I miss you? Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me kid of course I missed you – every second of every fuckin’ day I ain’t with you I miss you get the fuck over here – miss you, shit you think I like sittin’ in this auditorium all day long away from you?” Pale gets offended at that, yanks you even closer, impossibly closer, those hands of his gettin’ such a grip on your thighs, your tits, your ass, that you’re sure you’re gonna bruise.

“Mhm, I think you like makin’ me wait for you to come home.” You tease him anyway, knowing how easy it is to rile him up. He’s getting a little too riled though, because without so much as a look around to make sure the coast is clear, he’s pushing two fingers into your pussy, making you suck in a breath. “Pale, honey? Don’t you think you should take me somewhere nice and cozy?”

“Nah, I think I’ve got you right where I fuckin’ want you, let me show you what these hands can do.” Pale smirks, smokes and smokes his cigarette.

He fingers you slowly, discreetly – or at least as discreet as he can be on stage in the theater. It ain’t even an empty theater, people workin’ there getting ready for some concert in a few days. You gasp gently, and Pale grins, sharklike and mean, fingering you just long enough to get you almost to the edge of coming, before pulling away.

Pale sucks the slick off his fingers, and kisses you real deep.

“You’re awful, you know that?” You chuckle against his lips, before trying to slide off his lap.

“Hey where the fuck d’ya think you’re going?” He only frowns and grabs at your wrist, not wanting you away from him.

“Just, letting you practice.” You shrug, knowing that he’s got to get to work for a concert of his own.

“I don’t think so – I practice better with you next to me, get the hell over here.” Pale shakes his head and tugs you right back down onto the bench, this time next to him instead of on top of him.

And you know that little admissions like that aren’t something Pale gives up too often, so you stay sitting by his side as he begins to play the piano, a dreamy smile on your face as you listen along to his music – until you realize the real reason he wants you here: the vibrations of the piano go straight through you.

Pale knows it, you know he knows it, he knows you know he knows it, and as you try not to sigh, still on the cusp of coming, you can’t help but think you’re so glad that you decided to visit him today.

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Tagging some friends! @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @sunflowersinthesnow @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @mousemakingjam @littleevilme13 @leillaa @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

request for teruteru with an s/o who is the ultimate detective and reveales he's guilty in the trial. And like she has a similar mindset to Angie, so when he starts to cry bout her snitching she just says "Don't worry Teruteru! You are simply a sacrifice for hope! Your purpose wasn't to see your mum, or to become the ultimate cook, it was to give yourself up to hope!" Angsty stuff :)

“Honestly, we’re just going in circles at this point...so I'll give my two cents.”

“What?” Hajime glanced at you in confusion, surprised at how only now you decided to speak up. “You have evidence? Or..do you already know who killed Byakuya?"

You just smiled knowingly, leaning against your podium as you gazed at everybody in the trial room. “I’ve known it for a long time, but where’s the fun in revealing everything at the beginning? Things took quite an interesting turn when we all began accusing Nagito..and then Peko. But I think it's time we cut to the chase and reveal the truth.”

The aforementioned students looked at you with baffled expressions, wondering how you’re so calm and even....joyful at revealing the killer.

Of course, being the Ultimate Detective, they would’ve anticipated you lending some important evidence to narrow down the list of suspects.

But no one could have possibly anticipated the words that left your lips with such certainty:

“Teruteru killed Byakuya, though it was an accident as his intended target was Nagito."

You were met with shocked expressions and gasps, especially from the Ultimate Cook--the one person you loved and cared for.

“Wh-What..? How could y-you accuse me??!” He put a hand to his chest, horrified. “Y-You....You sure you w-weren’t just..distracted by my good looks a-and accidentally sputtered out my name?”

“I...I don’t think she was sputtering, Teruteru,” Hajime muttered, also in disbelief. “From Mikan’s autopsy, the iron skewer missing, and...everything else...it all leads back to you.”

“Th-That's...!! WH-WHAT THE HELL YOU EVEN SAYIN'?!! I ain’t got no skewer! I ain’t hidin’ anythin’!!” Teruteru threw his fists up in the air, face beet red as he shouted at you and Hajime. “Where would the weapon be?!! Where would I have even hidden-??!!"

“In the meat on the bone.” You said without a missing a beat, your eyes flickering to Akane. “I don’t know about marching back to the crime scene, but if you wanna go back and check for--”

“Not to worry!” Monokuma chimed in, presenting the meat dish as he hastily munched on it.

And sure enough...there was the iron skewer hidden inside it.

That's all that was needed to help you wrsp up the case.

After summarizing how the murder went down, everybody was convinced and voted Teruteru as guilty.

The chef was already sobbing, glaring up at you with tears in his eyes. “H-How could you, [y/n]?!! Why did y-you...throw m-my name out like ‘dat?!! What about o-our promise?!! To help me and my mama?! T-To see me become the Ultimate Chef?! WHAT ABOUT ‘DAT, HUH?!!” He screamed, grabbing your shirt. “I-I’m about ta’ DIE!! A-And you're sittin' here smilin'...WHY?!”

You just sighed softly, ignoring the pain growing in your heart as you stroked his hair. “Don’t worry Teru, my darling. I could only keep quiet for so long. But you've finally become a sacrifice for hope!”

“...wh..wha..?!”

“You see now? Your purpose wasn’t to see your mom again, or become the “Ultimate Chef”...it was to give yourself up to hope all along!” Your smile grew. “But..you were afraid to accept that as your destiny. So...I gave you a nudge closer to it.”

“What?! N-No...you can’t..a-actually believe all dat garbage Nagito was sayin’!” He cried, letting go of you right as Monokuma announced punishment time. “Wh-Where’s my [y/n]?! Da one who’d slap me for my perverted jokes a-and help me with mah cookin’?!! WHAT DID YA DO TO ‘ER?!!”

You and everyone else could only watch as he wailed your name one final time, as the metal clasp grabbed him, dragging him off to his execution. 

[haledamage]

The Sparrow and The Dove

here’s the thing I wrote while I was baking cookies today (yesterday? who knows anymore). It’s not for a prompt fill or anything, I just had the sudden thought after the one I wrote a couple days ago that Ellie would absolutely notice if her twin sister was singing again because that’s a very big deal. and since I’ve been wanting to write some of Aurienne and Auriel interacting anyways, it led to this!  so here they are gossiping about romance :)

(and I realized I’d never shared a side-by-side of my little birds, so there you go! from this picrew)

“Oh, Ri,” Auriel said in a singsong voice as she sat down next to her sister.

“Oh, El,” Aurienne said in a mocking imitation of her sister’s cheer.

There was a dangerous glint in Ellie’s golden eyes. “So when were you gonna tell me you’re in love with a holy man?”

“In lo--” Ari bit the inside of her cheek to quiet her yelp of protest. The last thing she needed was an audience. She glanced around the camp, but if anyone was eavesdropping they were very subtle about it - and if she knew only one thing about their companions, subtle they were not. “If I were--which I am not--you would be the first to know. Well, the second, I guess.”

“Really? ‘Cause for near on a decade you been doin’ your best impression of a stormcloud, and now you’re smilin’ and laughin’ and singin’ again.” Baron joined them, dropping his head on Ellie’s knee with a doleful look. She scratched his ears, but didn’t let herself get distracted from the subject at hand. “And near as I can tell it’s because of the literal ray of sunshine sittin’ over there by the fire.” She leaned a little closer and added, pointedly, “He calls you Aurienne.”

“It’s my name.”

“You let him call you Aurienne. You don’t let me call you Aurienne.” Ellie dropped her voice low and smoky, doing a remarkably good impression of her twin. “Oh, it sounds so formal, please just call me Ari. I don’t like t’stand on ceremony. Unless you’re a handsome cleric I can exchange longing glances with as you heal my wounds.” Her grin was just as dangerous as the look in her eyes as she bumped her shoulder against her sister’s. “He is very handsome, I’ll give you that.”

“Yes, he is.” Ari’s eye was drawn, almost against her will, to where Tristian sat by the fire. He looked like he was in the middle of prayer, eyes closed and a serene look on his face. The firelight turned his pale hair and skin and pristine white robes to gold and for a moment, he looked so much more than human, almost angelic.

“You fancy him, sparrow.”

“Yes, I do.” There was no point in denying it, not to Ellie. She knew her too well. Tristian opened his eyes, and Ari tore her gaze away before she got caught staring. “I think he’s intimidated by me.”

“That just means he’s smart, aye?” Ellie took her white hair out of its fraying braid and combed her fingers through it. Ari helped her braid it back up, grateful for the excuse to avoid her sister’s eyes for a moment, but it unfortunately didn’t stop El from talking. “He fancies you too, y’know. Gets the same look on his face when he talks about you as he does when he talks about Sarenrae. Hope the Everlight’s not the jealous type.”

Ari resolutely kept from glancing Tristian’s way again, but she couldn’t help smiling to herself. It was gone by the time Ellie turned back to face her, replaced with a sly grin to rival her sister’s. “Well, what about you?”

“What about me? You think I’m after your preacher lad?” Auriel covered her mouth to keep from laughing too loud and drawing attention. “He’s not my type. Too sweet.”

“No. You’ve already got your hands full, aye? With Reg and Octavia.” Aurienne nodded in their direction. Regongar and Octavia were sitting at the fire too, though a ways away from Tristian, eyes only for each other. Octavia leaned in to whisper something to Reg; his deep, rumbling laughter carried across camp to where the sisters were sitting.

“Damn your keen eyes,” Ellie said, equal parts fond and annoyed. She watched the couple across the fire, a soft smile on her lips. Octavia caught her staring and winked at her and only then did El look away.

“Did you really think you could hide it from me, ‘little dove’?” The use of Regongar’s clearly-affectionate nickname made Ellie blush and Ari fought to keep the triumph off her face. “You’re shite at discretion and they’re even worse.”

Ellie looked down, turning her attention to her wolf companion so she didn’t have to look at her twin. Baron ate up the attention with all the pride and dignity he could muster. “You aren’t gonna judge me for fallin’ for a couple?”

“What have I ever done to give you the impression that I’d judge you for anything, dove? Least of all for who you choose to love.” Ari threw an arm around her sister’s shoulders and Ellie leaned into the half-hug, resting her head on her shoulder. “Do they make you happy?”

The smile on Auriel’s face would have been answer enough. “Yes.”

“Do you make them happy?”

“I hope so.”

Ari shrugged, jostling Ellie around as she did. “Then that’s what matters. The rest is just… window dressing.”

El found her sister’s hand and laced their fingers together. “So when are you gonna let yourself be happy?”

“I’m plenty happy.”

“You know what I mean.” She lifted her head enough to whisper teasingly in Ari’s ear. “Y’think he’s ever known a woman’s touch before, sparrow? Bet you could teach him a few things he won’t find in his holy texts.”

“Hmm.” Aurienne let herself get caught staring this time, and whatever look was on her face made Tristian blush scarlet--though, she noticed, he didn’t look away. “Bet he’s a quick learner, aye?”

That was the last straw, and the two of them collapsed into giggles, leaning on each other to keep from falling off their seat.

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Melbourne, An Interlude (Part II)

Summary: Here’s Part I and its more detailed summary; also, Part II turned out a little fluffier/more realistic than I had anticipated--hope you enjoy, though!

 Permanent Taglist: @rami-malek-trash  @sherlollydramoine

 Warnings: language including a slur in accordance with the time, terrible translations of French straight from the Google, lots of sex stuff so no under 18s

 THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL @alottanothing FOR CREATING THIS GORGEOUS MOODBOARD. I SWOON.

“I swear on all things holy he thought women orgasmed through their nipples. He kept rubbing them with his thumbs, muttering, ‘Come on baby, come on baby, let go, let go,’” Kathryn said through her laughter, her tongue loose and her tone happy as she finished her fourth beer.

 Last night, Kathryn had written down the location of a small bar next to the shipyard. I wasn’t sure what time to meet her, so I showed up lata in the day afta drills and kept my drinkin’ light. I was actually talkin’ to a pretty, real nice girl when Kathryn came in, dressed in stained coveralls. She had rolled the top half of the coveralls down and was wearin’ a man’s white t-shirt underneath. Her hair was piled up on her head, a bandanna tied round her hairline, a few stray pieces curlin’ out round the edges. There were some dirt smudges on her forehead and a few of the same on her hands and arms.

 She looked even betta than she had last night.

 I sorta expected her to be cross with me for talkin’ to the otha girl, but she sat down next to me, ordered a beer, and said hello to both of us. The otha girl just sort of faded inta the background once Kathryn and I got to talkin’.

 Afta a few beers, our tongues were loose enough to turn to a conversation dat had us laughin’ and drawin’ enough attention dat we moved to a table in the corna.

 It had neva really occurred to me dat women had bad experiences in bed, but the more we talked, the betta I felt about what I did. Men talked about women all the damn time, but every man’s story ended in the girl havin’ the time of her life, moanin’ and cryin’ she’ll neva be the same without his cock, and with her happy to be walkin’ crooked for a week.

 “Alright, Mer. Your turn again.”

 “Hmm. I already told ya ‘bout the sisters, but they were both Venuses next to the girl I went home with last week. She was a real looka and my buddies were sure she’d neva say yes. But she did. Things went pretty fast when we got back ta her place and she kinda had this way of kissin’ dat was almost more of a nibblin’ like if ya eatin’ a ear of corn. I thought it was a little strange, but everythin’ felt alright and like I said, she was a real looka. She undid my pants and was on her knees and just the sight had me . . . well, real ready. And just as I was expectin’ her mouth on me, I felt those same little bites, those kissin’ nibbles, and then I heard it. She was mumblin’ ‘nyum, nyum, nyum, nyum’ like she was havin’ a snack. I looked down at her and she looked like she was havin’ the time of her life, just up and down my dick, nyum-nyumin’.”

 Kathryn was laughin’ so hard she actually snorted, tears leakin’ outta the cornas of her eyes. I started laughin’ at her reaction and because it was a damn funny experience now dat I said it out loud.

 Our laughta died down, and Kathryn leaned across the table. I thought she was gonna tell me anotha story, but she asked, “When was the last time you had a proper, homecooked meal?”

 I was a little taken aback and thought for a moment, not really recallin’ when.

 “I can’t say I rememba.”

 “Thought so. Let’s go. I need a bath, and you need a good meal,” Kathryn said leavin’ money on the table, except this time I shoved it back at her replacin’ it with mine.

 She smiled and shook her head.

 “You’re damn stubborn, Merriell Shelton.”

 “Dat’s one of the nicer things I been called,” I replied, listenin’ to her giggle.

 “Come on—I’m taking you home,” Kathryn said as she took my hand in her’s.

 * * * * *

 I had guessed right bout Kathryn bein’ from money because her house was the biggest one I eva seen. As we were walkin’ up a stone drive, she pointed to anotha big house.

 “That’s the guest cottage. If I bring back company, that’s where we go. I’ve never actually brought a soldier home to the main house,” she said, sneakin’ a glance at me.

 “I swear I’m on my best behavior, ma’am,” I assured her, smilin’.

 She seemed a little nervous, and I couldn’t blame her. Who was I to Kathryn or to her granparents? I was just a poor, dumb kid from Cajun country, not really good for much otha than laborin’ and now, fightin’ Japs.  

 We walked all the way round to the side of the place, makin’ our way through the kitchen. Kathryn waved to the two women who were real busy, clearly makin’ dinna.

 “Amanda, we’re having a guest,” Kathryn called as she led me up a set of stairs.

 We wound our way through a few hallways until Kathryn finally turned the handle on a door dat led into what I assumed was her bedroom, except it was bigga than the house I grew up in. I knew no matta what I couldn’t hide my surprise as I looked round, mouth hangin’ open a little.

 “I’m going to jump in the bath. Make yourself comfortable. Once I’m decent, we’ll go down and I’ll introduce you to gran and granddad,” Kathryn said as she plucked a dress outta her closet and gathered up some stuff before she disappeared through anotha door. I heard the bath turn on and I went right to imagin’ what she looked like in there, takin’ off those coveralls, slidin’ inta the warm wata and scrubbin’ away the day’s labor.

 “Fuck,” I said unda my breath, shakin’ my head to get my thoughts more wholesome.

 I looked round the room and noticed a door leadin’ out to a balcony. The view was enough to distract me, and I took out a smoke as I looked ‘cross the sprawlin’ lawn. As I inhaled, I coughed a little, realizin’ dat I hadn’t been smokin’ much since I’d been here. I huffed, hardly able to believe how soft I was gettin.’ To prove to myself I wasn’t, I chain smoked on the balcony til my lungs ached.

 Kathryn appeared next to me and reached ova for my cigarette. She took a shallow puff, holding the smoke in her lungs for just a bit.

 “I also hate smoking,” she said as she handed the cigarette back, a tiny pink smudge left on the end from her lipstick. “Something like that can’t be good for you.”

 I placed my lips ova the mark left by her’s and pulled a deep draw inta my lungs, aimin’ the smoke away from her face when I exhaled. Her hair was wet but it was pinned up in a buncha little swirls. Her hair up really suited her but so far, I hadn’t seen anythin’ dat didn’t make her more appealin’. She was wearin’ a light pink dress dat showed off a bit of her chest and I couldn’t help the downward flick of my eyes. This dress didn’t cling to her quite like the one from last night, though.

 Now dat I could see her in the daylight, the sun just startin’ its evenin’ path, I could see the purple marks unda her eyes. The work she was doin’ was tough, meant for a man, but the stories about women takin’ ova and makin’ sure the world still turned ‘round was intriguin.’ I’d neva really considered dat a woman would want anythin’ otha than a good man to fatten her up with babies, give her a decent house and food on the table, but women did seem a hell of a lot more chippa and bolda than before the war. It couldn’t all just be a front put on for us boys.

 “You said you were lookin’ for somethin’ last night,” I said, pullin’ her outta her own thoughts.

 Kathryn looked at me, a little smile playin’ on her lips, maybe because I’d just passed anotha one of those tests of her’s.

 “Right now, I’m looking for dinner,” she said as her face brightened inta a real smile and she motioned for me to follow her.

 We went back the way we came, and even though the kitchen was empty now, it smelled like heaven, my mouth waterin’ as we walked out and inta what I guess you’d call a sittin’ room.

 Two nice-lookin’ people were settled in matchin’ chairs and I assumed they were Kathryn’s granparents.

 The woman, olda but still damn pretty, looked up from her knittin’. Kathryn looked a lot like her, even sharin’ the same dark blue eyes.

 “Gran, Granddad. This is Merriell Shelton,” Kathryn said, nudgin’ me forward.

 “Mr. and Mrs. Taylah,” I said with a nod to each. “It’s a pleasure to be invited inta ya lovely home.”

 Mr. Taylah put aside his newspapa and stood, reachin’ to shake my hand.

 “Call me Clive, Mr. Shelton. It’s an honor to have you in our home.”

 Kathryn’s granddad looked young enough to almost be her daddy; it was a little strikin’. He was real tan and had a real firm grip with calloused fingas, just like his granddaughta.

 “And I’m Carolyn,” Mrs. Taylah said from her chair, extendin’ her hand. I took it, placin’ a kiss to the back of it.

 Mrs. Taylah smiled and said, “We’ve been after Kathryn to bring a good boy home to stay with us for weeks. I see she chose well, but I’m wondering about your accent. Where in the States are you from, Mr. Shelton?”

 Like granmama, like granddaughta, I thought to myself as I fixed a grin for Mrs. Taylah and said, “New Orleans, Louisiana, ma’am.”

 “Parlez-vous français?”

 “Seulement pour les belles dames, madam."

 Carolyn giggled, her smile makin’ her look younga and even more like her granddaughta.

 “Charmant, très charmant, Monsieur Shelton.”

 “Merci, madam.”

 “Well, Granddad. Looks like we’re chopped liver now,” Kathryn said, slidin’ her arm around Mr. Taylah’s waist. “I’m starving.”

 Mr. Taylah bent to kiss the top of his granddaughta’s head and replied, “What else is new?”

 I offered my arm to Mrs. Taylah and followed Kathryn and her granddad inta the dinin’ room. Mr. Taylah sat at the head of the table and Mrs. Taylah insisted I take the seat next to her.

 “Je veux m'assurer que vous aurez assez à manger,” she said, squeezin’ my forearm.

 “Je ne manquerai pas de vous dcevoir,” I said, aimin’ anotha grin at Mrs. Taylah.

 “Honestly, Gran. You’re shameless,” Kathryn said, her eyes sparklin’ with her teasin’.

 “Well, my little heathen, you’re the one who refused to learn French. I thought I’d die before I got to converse again.”

 “Gran. You and Granddad were just in Paris four summers ago.”

 “And she was as pretentious then as she is now,” Mr. Taylah said, his eyes sparklin’ with the same mirth as his granddaughta’s.

 Dinna passed in the same easy way as my first conversation with Kathryn. By the time Kathryn brought out a small, fresh cake with homemade icin’, I was damn near full to burstin’ and also callin’ Clive and Carolyn by their first names. They were just like their granddaughta, not botherin’ with talk of the war but focusin’ on all the things to do and see in Melbourne, talkin’ about their son and his wife in the States, askin’ if I was familiar with this or dat American custom.

 After dinna, we all went out on the back porch and it reminded me a lot of home. We drank what Kathryn called mint juleps sweetened with honey as we listened to the wata in the distance and the cicadas callin’ as the sun went down, the air just as hot and stiff as it is in Louisiana durin’ August.  

 I enjoyed the company of Kathryn and her family so much it felt like my insides had turned to jelly, my whole body relaxin’ for the first time since before I headed to trainin’. Hell, maybe since before I could even last rememba. It wasn’t like life was easy in New Orleans or like I had the prospect of anythin’ more than laborin’, enjoyin’ some drinkin’ and poker, and gettin’ up to do the same thing again day afta day.

 I was so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t realized Carolyn had asked me a question.

 “I’m sorry, ma’am, what was ya askin’ me?”

 “I wondered if you found us to be suitable enough for you to stay?”

 “Ma’am?” I asked, dumbfounded.

 “Gran wants to know if you’ll stay here with us for the rest of your leave,” Kathryn explained, smilin’ warmly.

 Men had slowly begun to disappear from their cots as Australian families sorta adopted them, but I neva imagined any family would want to take me on, let alone a family like Kathryn’s. I was speechless and kept my eyes trained on the ocean in the distance.

 Clive spoke up, the smoke from his pipe fillin’ the air with the sweet scent of fresh tobacco.

 “It would be nice to not be the only man holding this place together, Merriell.”

 “I—I don’t know what ta say,” I stuttered out.

 “Say, yes and thank you,” Kathryn said, reachin’ out to squeeze my hand, givin’ me one of those grins dat warmed my insides near boilin’.

 “Considerin’ dat Kathryn is always right, my answa is yes and thank you,” I said, lowerin’ my eyes again, afraid I might get emotional if I were to look either of the senior Taylahs in the face.

 Clive and Carolyn both laughed, Clive sayin’, “Hell, son. You’re already smarter than I was at your age. It took me too long to learn to just say, yes, luv, then go about my own business.”

 Carolyn retorted, “I’ve added years of joy to your life. Now, hush.”

 Kathryn looked at her granparents with such lovin’ eyes. It was clear they were still in love afta all their years togetha.

 Clive stood and held his hand out to Carolyn.

 “Let’s have Eva air out a guest room. Say goodnight to your French-speaking sweetie, Lynnie.”

 "Bonne nuit et bienvenue chez nous, gentil jeune homme," Carolyn said as she held out both hands to me.

 "Vous m'honorez, madame. Je vous remercie pour votre hospitalité. Fais de beaux rêves," I said, standin’ to give her a hug.

 Clive extended his hand and said, "Goodnight, Merriell. Thank you for entertaining my wife, the consummate flirt."

 “Ya a lucky man, Clive. Beauty runs well-deep in this family,” I said, glancin’ at Kathryn.

 The Taylahs said their goodnights and went in the house, leavin’ us alone with the growin’ dark and the growin’ crescendo of the cicadas.

 “Do you want to take a walk?” Kathryn asked before finishin’ her drink, the condensation slidin’ ova her fingatips.

 “Sure,” I said, swallowin’ the last dregs of my own.

 We walked across the long yard toward the beach and Kathryn linked her arm in mine, just like she did last night.

 “I didn’t mean for them to overwhelm you by asking you to stay with us.”

 “It wasn’t the askin’ dat was ovawhlemin’. It was the kindness behind it.”

 Kathryn led me down a long set of stairs dat opened onta the beach. I thought I’d seen enough sand afta Guadalcanal, but this was different. There were couples dottin’ the beach in the distance and the sun was just startin’ to sink into the wata, lightin’ up the sky in more pinks, purples, and oranges than I could describe.

 Kathryn pushed me to sit on the last step. She sank to her knees and unlaced my boots, her hands workin’ skillfully. She set them to the side where she had kicked off her shoes and pulled my socks off next, stuffin’ them inta my boots.

 “You have cute toes,” she said, smilin’ up at me before she began to roll up my pant legs.

 I just watched her, the sun’s pink light makin’ her skin look like it was glowin’, highlightin’ just how full of life she was. I watched the curves of her cleavage shiftin’ as she moved and I had to close my eyes to refocus, tryin’ to will my cock back inta submission. I didn’t want her to know how easily she affected me.

 “That’s better,” she said, offerin’ her hand to pull me up.

 Afta a deep breath, I said, “Thank you,” and pulled her closa to me.

 She kept her distance, though, her hands on my chest as she looked inta my eyes, understandin’ I was thankin’ her for more than just fixin’ up my pants.

 “You’re welcome, Merriell,” she said softly. “Come on—after all my work, you have to get your feet wet.”

 She took off, joggin’ toward the water’s edge, the foam of the waves ticklin’ my feet as I caught up to her. She was already out to her knees, the hem of her dress darkenin’ as some of the wata rose and crashed against her legs.

 “Chicken!” she called, edgin’ out a little further.

 I grinned and went chasin’ afta her, the cuffs of my pants just as wet as the bottom of her dress.

 I grabbed her up, spinnin’ her round so fast we both nearly lost our balance. She gripped my uppa arms as I rested my hands on her waist, both of us smilin’ at each other.

 “I know beaches have probably lost their luster for you, for all the boys,” Kathryn said, her eyes narrowin’ to reflect her growin’ seriousness. “But I want you to have a memory to wash away just a tiny bit of that horror. I want to kiss you, Merriell.”

 I didn’t even botha with sayin’ a word. Kathryn was just a few inches shorta than me, so I only had to pull her flush against me and tilt my face down to reach her lips. One set of her fingas went straight to the back of my neck, rubbin’ along the short hair there while her otha hand came up to rest on my jaw, her thumb pressin’ inta my chin as she made it clear she was the one controllin’ this kiss.

 I let her, clingin’ to her waist before lowerin’ my hands to her hips, my fingas diggin’ inta the edges of her backside.

 She played with my lips, openin’ and closin’ her’s ova my top lip and then my bottom, pressin’ harder and harder til she reached out with her tongue to trace my lowa lip. I hummed, damn near moanin’ at the contact like a fuckin’ teenaga.

 When my lips parted, she slowly licked into my mouth, touchin’ my tongue before curlin’ hers up to touch the back of my front teeth. She tasted just like the sweet bourbon and mint from our drink, and I couldn’t hold back. I tilted my head and met her tongue, pullin’ hers in to suck on it, pinchin’ it between my teeth.

 She did moan and moved to stand on her toes, which was difficult in the shiftin’ sand. She returned my exploration and we just stood there, locked together, memorizin’ each other’s mouths.

She was right. I would neva’ forget dat moment, the sound of the wata and the feel of the shiftin’ sand, and the taste of her tongue and the press of her hands.

 Neither of us wanted to stop to catch our breath, stealin’ more kisses as we tried to pause long enough to even out our breathin’. Both of her hands were tangled in my hair and I had moved my hands up to her midback to try to press her body furtha into mine. I just couldn’t get close enough.

 I attached my lips to her neck, lettin’ her breathe a little, and I set a determined pace, tryin’ to to find every spot dat made her moan, shiva, or sigh.

 Head to toe, I wanted to consume her.

 She pushed at me so she could look up, lockin’ her eyes onta mine.

 “I want you, Mer. So much I can hardly stand it.”

 I chuckled, my tongue dartin’ out to wet my lips before I kissed her, this time a little sweeta.

 “I was thinkin’ the same thing, cher,” I whispered near her lips.

 She laughed at dat, pullin’ me outta the wata. I had to yank her back once we reached the steps, callin’ for her to rememba our shoes. She released my hand so I could reach down and grab my boots and her little slippa shoes, then we were off again, settin’ a good pace as we jogged across the long yard.

 Kathryn took me up to her room the same way we’d gone the first time, explainin’, “Gran and Granddad’s room is on the other side of the house. They can’t hear a thing if I go up this way. You’ll have to remember that once you’re settled in,” she said givin’ me a wink.

 ­As soon as we were back in her room, she locked the door and I was right there, grabbin’ her hands and puttin’ them above her head to hold her in place. I pushed her against the door and kissed her, my cock growin’ harda with every passin’ second.

 I released her hands, kinda wantin’ to see what she’d do with em, and I cupped both sides of her face, kissin’ her again, before slidin’ my hands inta her hair.

 Kathryn pushed at me, growlin’ in frustration.

 “Give me two minutes in the bathroom to get these damn things out of my hair,” she said, joggin’ toward the door, flickin’ on a dim lamp beside her bed as she passed it.

 I untucked and unbuttoned my shirt, not botherin’ to unroll my pants from the beach. I reached inta my pants’ pocket to make sure my rubber tin was still there, pullin’ it out to set it on her side table. I laid out on her bed, stretchin’, admirin’ the softness of the cova and of the pillows. Kathryn’s room looked like a fine lady’s room—the colors on the wall and around the room different shades of blue and a lotta stuff was accented in gold.

 I was just about to pull out a smoke when Kathryn came outta the bathroom, her long hair down now in messy swirls of waves. Her cheeks were flushed and so was her chest, her lips still swollen from our kissin’ and still glistenin’ with a pink hue like the night I met her. She was fuckin’ breathtakin’.

 Kathryn stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me on the bed, and I sat up, swingin’ my legs ova the side apologizin’, when she cut me off to say, “No. No, don’t move. You just looked . . . you looked so at home. Like you belonged in my bed. Pretty as a picture,” she said smilin’, the lust in her eyes becomin’ unmistakable.

 I laughed a little, questionin’, “Pretty? Now I can assure ya I have neva, eva been called dat.”

 “Then all your other lovers have been fools, Merriell Shelton,” Kathryn said ova her shoulda as she opened her balcony door lettin’ in the breeze from the wata and the sounds of the cicadas.

 When she made her way back to the bed, I was still sittin’ on the edge. She came and stood between my legs, keepin’ eye contact with me. I couldn’t believe this beautiful, kind woman was lookin’ at me like she wanted to open me up and taste me from the inside.

 “Take off ya dress,” I said, figurin’ from her stories she liked a man to be a man in the bedroom. Dat was somethin’ I knew I could do.

 Kathryn stepped back and moved her fingers ova the little buttons on the front of her dress. Once it was loosened, she gathered dat pink fabric in her hands, slowly showin’ me inch after inch of new skin. I’m pretty sure she could hear my heart beat pickin’ up from where she stood.

 Once the dress was bunched up in her fingas at her hips and I could see the dark pink cotton of her undawear, she lifted her dress the rest of the way off, tossin’ it to the side.

 She tousled her hair, then stood, waitin’.

 “Take off ya brassière,” I said, notin’ the little noise she made when I pronounced it in French.

 She reached behind her and undid the hooks while I leaned back onta my hands, my dog tags jinglin’ a little as I moved. I sucked in a breath when she dropped her arms, her gorgeous tits exposed to me just as gooseflesh erupted across her arms and her chest, whether it was from nerves or the cool breeze, I don’t know. Her pert, little nipples hardened and I neva wanted ta pull a nipple inta my mouth more than I did in dat moment, but she wasn’t naked enough yet.  

 “Now ya undawear,” I said, my voice low and barely maintain’ its steadiness.

Kathryn hooked her thumbs inta the sides of her undawear and shucked them right off without much ceremony. My hands damn near twitched with wantin’ to slide right between dat dark patch where her legs met to find out if she was as wet as I was hard.  

 Her body was every bit as sexy as she was.

 “Come here,” I said in a hushed voice.

 She came to me, positionin’ herself right between my legs, pullin’ me toward her so she could whisper inta my hair, “I want you, Merriell Shelton. So fucking much.”

 “I guarantee I want ya more.”

 “You better spend all night proving that,” she said, pullin’ back to give me a look of challenge, her brow arched and her mouth caught up in dat wicked little smirk.

 “With pleasure, Kathryn,” I returned, pullin’ her inta my arms, shiverin’ myself as my chest came into contact with her skin, my hands free to touch every part of her I could reach. At this position, her tits were eye level with me, and I buried my face between em. I couldn’t believe how good she smelled with the scent of the ocean still clingin’ to her.

 “God, you smell so good,” she said, startlin’ me by echoin’ my thoughts as she rubbed her cheek against the top of my hair.

 “What do I smell like?” I pulled back to ask, somethin’ I always wondered but was a little afraid to find out.

 “Earthy . . . . reminds me of when the leaves change during autumn in the States. It’s like in the next breath I expect to smell sandalwood or cedar, but it doesn’t come. It’s just a hint of it, it’s just the smell of . . . you.”

 I smiled up at her before returnin’ my attention to her tits, holdin’ each of them in my hands, already in love with their weightiness in my palms. I started placin’ kisses all around each of them, slowly workin’ my way in and to her nipples.

 Her fingas were diggin’ inta my shoulders by the time I sucked on her right nipple, pullin’ it between my lips, my tongue reachin’ to flick around it inside my mouth. I spent some time teasin’ her on her right before movin’ to her left and repeatin’ my min’strations.

 Kathryn ran her fingers through my hair, tuggin’ it to get me to look up.

 She kept her eyes locked on mine as she pushed my open shirt from my shoulders. She ran her hands ova my arms and across my chest, graspin’ at my muscles before pinchin’ my nipples, hardenin’ em. I moaned at dat, and she set to work, bendin’ to kiss across my chest and pull on my nipples with her teeth before pressing her tongue to em.

 She continued movin’ down, pushin’ me back to lay on the bed, but I didn’t wanta miss a damn thing. I reached ova and pulled one of her pillows out from the cova and put it behind my head—the perfect angle to watch her as she kissed down my stomach, stoppin’ to tease my bellybutton and nip at my hips.

 Kathryn unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, her hand immediately graspin’ my cock.

 “Oh, thank god,” she whispered, glancin’ up at me before addin’, “You’re big.”

 I laughed again, tryin’ to remember when I had eva really enjoyed sex this much before comin’ and I couldn’t think of a single time.

 I lifted my hips to help her finish removin’ my pants and my shorts and she stood back, lookin’ me up and down, probably with a gaze dat echoed my own when I saw her. I shifted, puttin’ my hand behind my head and spreadin’ my legs just a little more so she could see everythin’.

 Kathryn ran her hands up my thighs, workin’ the muscles as they flexed under her touch. She ran her hands back up my stomach and then she reached up and touched my dog tags, askin’, “Would you mind? I just want to—”

 “Forget our circumstances. I undastand,” I said with sincerity as I pulled them off and handed them to her. She laid them gently on her side table.

 She returned her attention to me and ran her finga down my naked chest, dipping it into my bellybutton before circlin’ my cock. By the time she bent to take me in her mouth, I was damn near ready to come. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think of anythin’ other than how good her warm mouth felt as she sucked, licked, and squeezed the base of my cock with her hand.

 Then, I heard a little noise and the cool gust of her breath as she whispered, “Nyum nyum nyum,” across my dick, and I burst inta laughta so hard dat tears squeezed from the corna of my eyes.

 Kathryn was laughin’ too, gigglin’ as she climbed onta my lap, bitin’ her bottom lip to stifle her laughta.

 I sat up and kissed her, my hand tanglin’ in her hair as she ground against my cock, her slick heat workin’ me inta a real state.

 “Need you,” she breathed in my ear.

 I laid her onta her back before reachin’ up for the side table. Our hands bumped as she was also reachin’ inta her side table drawer.

 Her eyes widened with surprise before she grinned when she noticed my tin. She finished her rummage in her drawer and showed me her own.

 “Usually this is the rest of foreplay—convincing a guy he’s got to suit up if he wants to go the rest of the way.”

 I shrugged my shoulders, “Betta safe than sorry.”

 “Have you been with a girl in the last year and not used one of these?”

 “Not since I left home, nah.”

 “Me either.”

 “Think we’re clean?” I asked.

 “I do,” Kathryn answered.

 “You know, you sound like one of them girls in the movies, temptin’ me to just slide it in without wrappin’ it up.”

 “Is that a quote from the film?” Kathryn asked, laughta in her eyes.

 “Think it might be,” I smiled as I kissed her, liftin’ her thigh to wrap around my hip, her core buckin’ against my cock.

 “Can I ask you something else?”

 “You’re in the position ta ask me anythin’ ya want, boo,” I said, notin’ the seriousness dat crept onta her face.

 “I know this isn’t fair of me, and you’re not obligated to say yes just because you’re going to stay here, I mean you can use the guest house for company, too, sort of like—”

 I cut her off with a grin, all the more turned on by the blush dat colored her cheeks as I figured out what she wanted to ask me.

 “Kathryn, do you wanna be my girl?”

 “Yes,” she breathed, her smile lightin’ up her face.

 “There’s a reason girls don’t do the asking,” she said, still a little embarrassed.

 “Well, I think you’re the kinda girl to do whateva the fuck she wants,” I said, kissin’ her sweet lips before lookin’ inta her eyes again.

 Kathryn reached down to the bed and tossed both of our tins on her side table.

 “Make me yours, Mer,” she said as her hips wiggled unda me.

 I wasted no more time and slid into her wet pussy, my eyes closin’ at the tightness of her, at the heat of her.

 She groaned at the contact, her legs tightenin’ around my waist as she angled to get me in as deep as I could go. I was slow at first, savorin’ the feelin’ of her and also tryin’ not to come.

 We found a rhythm quickly, as if we’d been fuckin’ for years, and it really was like comin’ home to somethin’ ya knew, ya recognized, and dat ya always knew would mean home no matta what else changed.

 I loved watchin’ her face as she closed her eyes at times when the sensation was ovawhlemin’ her. But mostly, she watched me, her eyes travelin’ my face. She seemed determined to memorize what I looked like in this moment.

 Kathryn had reached above her to hold on to the slats of the headboard and I shifted our angle, movin’ up to my knees and pullin’ her hips up to meet me. I could see everythin’ from this viewpoint and I spent a few thrusts watchin’ my cock disappear into her perfect pussy, slick with her arousal.

 I could feel the tightness at the base of my spine and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I reached between her legs to slide my thumb ova her clit and was happy to find it was prominent, swollen with need.

 We kept up our rhythm as I circled and pressed her clit, Kathryn the absolute picture of debauchery as she groaned and panted a sweet little chorus of yeses and don’t stops.

 When she came, I felt it first, her pussy clenchin’ round me like a goddamn vice before it contracted, tremorin’ as I continued to circle her clit, makin’ sure her orgasm was milked out before I let go, moanin’ her name and swearin’, a mix of English and French dat barely made sense to my ears.

 I buried my cock in her as far as I could at the last of my orgasm, my body slicked with sweat as I stretched out my legs but still stayed insida her. I rested on my forearms, not wantin’ to crush her, but still wantin’ to be close to her.  

 I could feel Kathryn’s heart thuddin’ or it could’ve been mine; either way, I pressed a kiss to her chest, notin’ the taste of her sweat, wantin’ to savor it on my tongue. I wanted to be able to rememba every bit of her before I was gone, crouched in anotha hole, waitin’ to see if I’d survive anotha night and anotha—

 “Don’t,” she whispered, liftin’ my chin. “Stay in the moment. Don’t think about that.”

 I smiled at her, mystified.

 “How’d ya know what I was thinkin’?”

 “I could just feel it,” she said, unable to offa any otha explanation.

 “Ya know what’ll fix it?”

 “Hmm,” she said, her fingers lazily runnin’ up and down my spine.

 “Anotha go,” I said, pressin’ my lips to her chest and movin’ down her body.

 I looked up at her wide eyes and her wide grin.

 “Merriell Shelton. I knew you wouldn’t let me down!”

 I found myself softly laughin’ again, thoughts of foxholes, mud, ash, whistlin’ shells, and death slippin’ from my mind as I closed my mouth ova her, lettin’ myself get lost in the taste of her, just like I knew I was about to let myself get lost in this interlude with her, knowin’ I’d rememba it for how eva long my life was destined to be.

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Horrible Google Translated French (imsosorry)

“Parlez-vous français?” = Do you speak French?

“Seulement pour les belles dames, madame. = Only for beautiful ladies, ma’am.

“Charmant, très charmant, Monsieur Shelton.” = Charming, very charming, Mr. Shelton.

“Je veux m'assurer que vous aurez assez à manger.” = I want to make sure you get enough to eat.

“Je ne manquerai pas de vous dcevoir.” = I will not disappoint you.

Bonne nuit et bienvenue chez nous, gentil jeune homme. = Goodnight and welcome to our home, sweet young man.

Vous m'honorez, madame. Je vous remercie pour votre hospitalité. Fais de beaux rêves. = You honor me, ma'am. Thank you for your hospitality. Sweet dreams.

[darkheartedprince]

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🖋Joey wheeler?

     Joey sat on the rooftop overlooking the city, kicking his converse-covered feet to the beat of his own drum. Another duel down another. . . Who the FUCK knew how many to go.  His head hung low, as his blonde hair covered his brown eyes.  D e f e a t e d  . A word which here means: trying your best even though it never feels like it’s good enough and no matter how hard you try you always seem to be on the bottom.  He knew that he needed to keep going for her but some days were harder than others; however, if he wanted to make it home to his sister he had to keep FIGHTING.

      His gaze didn’t shift from the city skyline as he felt the familiar presence of his best friend sink down next to him. For a long while, Joey didn’t say anything, he just clasped his hands in between his knees as he stared forward. “Y’know, Yugi. One day, I ain’t gonna be sittin’ here after a duel.” He said quietly, “I’m gonna be sittin’ somewhere great back with Serenity. I’m gonna be sittin’ with her an’ she’s gonna be real proud a’ me. I’ll be home with her an’ she won’t have’ta worry ‘bout me leavin’ her or goin’ off an’ gettin’ hurt. . .” 

     After a few more moments of silence, the blonde dueler sat up straight and lifted his head so that he could gaze upon the city that was lit only by window and sign lights. “One day, I’m gonna be someone she’s real proud a’, an’ she ain’t ever gonna stop tellin’ her friends about all the things her big brother did. One day, I’m gonna be. . .” 

     His hands parted as his right hand curled into a fist against the denim fabric of his right leg, “I’m gonna be amazin’, Yugi! Just you wait! I’m gonna be somethin’ great, an’ I’ll see her smilin’ an’ it’ll all be worth it!”

x. m e m e | a c c e p t i n g

[castalisms]

                     @killreagan   //  a little less  sixteen candles  ,  a little more  touch me .

i. 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈  //  🇮​🇱​🇱​🇪​🇳​🇮​🇺​🇲​ 🇫​🇹​. 🇲​🇦​🇽​

    ❝  can’t see the  stars  ,  but we’re  reaching .  trying to get through the  dark  on a  feeling  .  lost our  gravity  ,  now we’re  weightless .  i know in my heart we can  take  this .  we got  monsters in our closets  ,  had a reason but we  lost  it .  no direction  ,  we’ve been calling through the night :  if love is a  lie  ,  then why do we  need  it  ?  ❞

ii.  𝒸𝑜𝓌𝒷𝑜𝓎  //  🇿​🇪​🇩​🇸​ 🇩​🇪​🇦​🇩​

    ❝  and i  snuck  out of class  ,  headed down the road  .  ventured on home  ,  call me indiana ommz  .  said i’d  never  look back  ,  i’d just set my  own  path  .  i don’t need a game plan  ,  i can get my own map  .  ‘til  girl  meets  boy  and  boy  meets  girl  .  never would have thought that she would  change  his world  .  i remember that day when we met up in the rain  ,  she just looked me in the eyes and she said  one thing  . ❞

iii.  𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇  //  🇪​🇰​🇦​🇱​🇮​ 🇫​🇹​. 🇪​🇱​🇴​🇭​🇮​🇲​

    ❝  is this world that i’m living in  stranger  than the one before ?  i don’t want to  fight  it anymore .  there’s a  meaning  i’ve been looking for and never had to go too far  ,  found  you  in my  heart  down on the floor  .  take me back to the start before all the  scars  affected me .  take me back to the start before i was  worried  about everything .  i just want  live  in your arms and be  safe  here  forever  .  ❞

iv.  𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒶𝒹𝑒  //  🇦​🇱​🇱​ 🇹​🇮​🇲​🇪​ 🇱​🇴​🇼​

    ❝  backseat  serenade  ,  dizzy  hurricane  .  oh god ,  i’m sick of sleeping  alone  .  you’re salty like a summer day  ,  kiss the  pain  away to your  radio  .  you take me over  ,  i throw you  up  against the  wall  .  we’ve seen it all  before  but this one’s  different  ,  it’s deliberate  .  you send me  reeling  ,  calling out to you for  more  .  the  value  of this moment lives in  metaphor  .  ❞

v.  𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒  //  🇳​🇮​🇨​🇰​ 🇯​🇴​🇳​🇦​🇸​ 🇫​🇹​. 🇹​🇴​🇻​🇪​ 🇱​🇴​

    ❝  i am not really known for ever being  speechless  ,  but now  somehow  my worlds roll off my tongue and right into your  lips  . ah ,  i’m keepin’ cool while you keep  smilin’  ,  sayin’  all the things i’m thinkin’  .  i am like you so i want  proof  of what you’re  feelin’  .  ‘cause if i  want  you  ,  then i  want  you ,  babe  . ❞

vi.  𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜𝑜𝓃  //  🇵​🇦​🇳​🇮​🇨​! 🇦​🇹​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇩​🇮​🇸​🇨​🇴​

    ❝  into a place where thoughts can  bloom  ,  into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon .  and we know that it  could  be ,  and we know that it  should ,  and you know that you  feel  it too .  ‘cause it’s nine in the afternoon and your  eyes  are the size of the  moon  .  you could ‘cause you can ,  so you  do  .  we’re feeling so  good  ,  just the way that we  do  .   ❞

vii.  𝒸𝒽𝓊𝓇𝒸𝒽  //  🇫​🇦​🇱​🇱​ 🇴​🇺​🇹​ 🇧​🇴​🇾​

    ❝  i love the  wprld  but i just don’t love the way it makes me  feel  .  got few more  fake friends and it’s getting hard to know what’s  real  and if  death  is the last  appointment  then we’re all just  sittin’  in the waiting room .  i’m just a human tryin’ to avoid my certain  doom  .  if  you  were  church  ,  i’d get on my  knees  .  confess my  love  ,  i’d know where to be  .  my  sanctuary  ,  you’re  holy  to me  .  if  you  were  church  ,  i’d get on my  knees  .   ❞

viii.  𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃  //  🇵​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇲​🇴​🇷​🇪​

    ❝  when i was younger i saw my daddy  cry  and  curse  at the wind  .  he broke his own heart and i  watched  as he tried to  reassemble  it  ;  and my momma  swore  that she would never let herself  forget  .  and that was the day that i promised i'd  never  sing of love if it does not  exist  ,  but darlin' you are the  only  exception  .  ❞

ix.  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓊𝓈  //  🇦​🇱​🇱​🇮​🇪​ 🇽​

    ❝  can't do  crowds ,  not our scene  ,  we get  anxiety  .  that's so  you ,  that's so  me ,  that's so  us .  wearing black at the beach ,  looking  pale ,  feeling  chic .  that's so  you ,  that's so  me ,  that's so  us .  we think that politics is such a  waste  of time ,  we've been a  wreck  together since  2009  .  we've seen each other  naked  ,  seen each other  cry  .  you make me  not  wanna die .  ❞

x.  𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊  //  🇩​🇦​🇺​🇬​🇭​🇹​🇷​🇾​

    ❝   ten miles from town and i just broke down ,  spitting out  smoke  on the side of the road .  i'm out here  alone  ,  just trying to get  home  to tell you i was  wrong  but you already know .  believe me ,  i won't stop at nothing to see you  so i've started  running  .  all that I'm after is a life full of  laughter  as long as i'm laughing with  you  ,  and i think that all that still matters is  love  ever after ,  after the life we've been through 'cause i know  there's no life after you  .  ❞

xi.  𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒  //  🇲​🇦​🇾​🇩​🇦​🇾​ 🇵​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇩​🇪​

    ❝   our breath smelled of  cigarettes  and  alcohol  ,  we'd walk down the beach  counting  every  star .  our hearts  beat  inside our chest ,  leaving us  gasping  for every  breath  .  her  smile  with the wind blowing through her hair was so  contagious  in the air ,  so  satisfying  and i'm still  smiling  . and you're still out of my reach and you're still all of the things that i  want  in my life . ❞

xii.  𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉  //  🇸​🇪​🇪​🇹​🇭​🇪​🇷​

    ❝   i’m not gonna  waste  this ,  this opportunity's  mine  . i'm sick of complaining about a beautiful life .  how did we get here ?  did we forget all the things inside ?  and how do we  stay  here ?  do we embrace all the things denied ?  i feel so  alive  tonight ,  you got me feeling  sublime  .  i want to yell it from the rooftops down until it's  over  and we're  older .  ❞

xiii.  𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽  //  🇷​🇺​🇸​🇰​🇴​ ( 🇧​🇦​🇸​🇸​🇳​🇪​🇨​🇹​🇦​🇷​ 🇷​🇪​🇲​🇮​🇽​ )

    ❝  you’ve been on my  mind  ,  you're the only one i think of ,  i should stay the night with you .  i could be the  light  and the only one you  dream  of ,  wanna touch the  sky  with you .  pull me away ,  bring me to life ,  'cause i love it when you get me  high  .  watching these days turn into nights ,  ‘cause i love it when you get me  high  .  drink up 'til you're running through my  blood  and leave my body  numb  and i like it way too much .   ❞

xiv.  𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 . . .  //  🇹​🇦​🇾​🇱​🇴​🇷​ 🇸​🇼​🇮​🇫​🇹​

    ❝  and our pieces  fall  right into  place  .  get caught up in the  moments ,  lipstick on your face .  so it goes . . .  i'm yours to  keep  and i'm yours to  lose  .  you know i’m not a  bad  girl ,  but i do  bad  things with you .  so it goes . . .  come here ,  dressed in black now .  so ,  so ,  so it goes . . .  scratches  down your back now .  so ,  so ,  so it goes . . .  ❞

[eerythingisshaka]

Death of a Bachelor

(Erik Killmonger POV)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: sSmutSs, fuckboyness

A/N:  Possible new series?  So hear me out, this was inspired by the movie Alfie, the Michael Caine version is the only one I seen.  But Erik is going to experience four, maybe five women, each very different from the next.  He’s having fun with them but at some point he’s going to have to tighten up on some of his ways, whether it’s with a lucky lady from the five, or by his damn self.  I also just wanted to do a smut since I haven’t in a minute and no one is gettin any in my series’ (also I may have some residual hormones that I can’t work out right now because nature doesn’t want me to have any pleasure this week, so I’m getting it out here). The one time my mama asks me what I’m writing about and it’s THIS, smh. First POV of a character, so hopefully his spirit comes across here.

I swear God had a sense of humor making a nigga like me.  The average man woulda been shot his on brains out with the bullshit I have had to deal with in my life.  I’m not goin into all my childhood shit right now, that psychology and repressed emotions bull never rocked with me for real.  Nah, I’m talkin bout my life right here, right now.  People just won’t leave me the hell alone!

So boom, it’s like this.  I like to take care of myself.  I do my cardio every Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.   That can be runnin, boxin, some P90X or whatever the fuck to keep me on my toes.  I do weight training Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, doublin up when I feel like it with my cardio days; lightwork, you feel me?  All that to say ya boy is stacked.  You couldn’t put no more muscle on this 6’0 frame if you tried, took a damn long time but I finally got my shit filled out right.

And I’m proud of my shit, gotta double back by the mirror every so often just to catch myself lookin.  I ain’t narcissistic or nothin, but fuck you if you think I should be humble, I earned this.  

I say all that to say it’s funny how people think they entitled to your time just because you give em some dick every other visit.  Females will tell you different, but they just as thirsty as niggas these days.  I go out the gym, fresh from a shower in my wife beater and sweats, right?  I got my shades on cuz I’m not tryna socialize, just get my protein powder and jet.  

What they do?  Stare at me walkin past the produce section, holdin they bananas in a daze, fuckin me with they eyes!  On one hand, I’m cool with it, like I said I work for this body to be admired.  Bitches love feelin on my stomach and chest while I dig them out, clawing my back when my shit too deep for em.  But then I say good morning, and they ass wanna look at me funky and go about they business!  Like I bothered them with some eye fuckin!  Bitch if you don’t go on somewhere witcho thirsty ass!  Maybe my approach is off, but fuck that, I know what you were thinkin bout, and that don’t require much introduction to get to.

That’s a good sign for me though, cuz I know they gon run off to they little friends talking bout, “Girl, this fine ass nigga said Hi to me at the grocery store today.  Bitch, I hope I see him again, I might have to fuck him right on the tomatoes!”  I know them!  They act proud, but they don’t wanna come off hoeish.

Lemme see you be a hoe!  I cannot stress that enough!  There’s an artform to it though, don’t go comin up on me, rubbin my ass and whisperin in my ear (depends on the location and time of day though for that).  Shit, come up to me and say hi for once!  Being the aggressor gets tired after a while.  See, when a baby girl come up to me, smilin all confident and shit like she holdin the meanin to life between her legs, askin me who I am and what she wants, NIGGA!  You ain’t said nothin but a word, ma!

That’s how I got involved with this one girl, Venice, like that town in Italy.  She a real cute redbone, bout 5’5 wears these red bottom heels everyday (at least she has em one whenever I see her...never takes em off).  She work as a paralegal, so she gotta wear blazers, skirts, or pantsuits, which I don’t always find sexiest but the way she gets em tailored to her body, whew man, it’s almost porno levels of ridiculous but that’s just cuz how thicc she is.  Bitch can’t help it!

I go to this deli shop on lunch sometimes and she was in line with her phone glued to her eyeballs, so I knew she wasn’t wantin to be fucked around with.  I respect a woman’s boundaries, you ain’t gotta tell me twice to go the fuck on somewhere.  But tell me why when I’m pickin up pastrami on rye, ready to smash that thing I hear her behind me talkin bout, “I took you as more of a footlong type of guy.”  If that ain’t no damn innuendo I don’t know what the fuck is.  I’m lookin at her like she gotta be jokin, but damn her with that fuckin smile.  She smelt good too, like coconut and fresh laundry, she was clean clean.  She tried to hide her lil joke talmbout “I meant you so look like you workout, your meal just don’t match the appetite I envisioned.”  So I ask her if she been envisioning in more ways than one and that got her cackling real quick, touchin on me like we old classmates reuniting.  Long story short, we exchanged numbers and I get a text at the end of the day askin me to pull up to her job and next thing I know, we fuckin on her desk.  She loud as fuck too.  The building seemed like it was cleared out but damn, the police coulda been called for all she was doin.  The pussy was fire though, almost had me losin my shit.  She keeps it clean, except for some hair across the top of her pussy like a toupee.  She likes to ride it though, that probably has to do with her profession, wantin power over people.  Soon as she start cummin though, she a damsel in distress needin her Superman to finish things off.

So I been fuckin with her for a little over a month now.  It’s real causal, we meet more after dark than in the daytime.  It’s fun, I ain’t had to jackoff too much cuz she seems to work with my shit like  circadian rhythm or whatever.  Soon as I felt my shit gettin hard, my phone light up.  

Tonight wasn’t no different.  I was working out late that night, finishing a couple of miles on the treadmill when a notification interrupts my music.  I look at my phone and it’s a picture of her hand spreading her pussy lips out.  Damn, purple and pink were my favorite colors.  I had to hit the emergency stop so I didn’t bust my face on the machine.  I let her know I would be there in a hour, she says to make it 30 minutes.

This is when I have a problem with her, she think she run me!  If I tell her I can’t come today, she says she can help with that.  I tell her I’m tired, she say I don’t have to do shit but lay there.  I was outta town once, and she still not satisfied until I get her on FaceTime so she can see me jackoff while she play with herself.  If it didn’t turn me on so damn much, I’d drop her for good.  

So, after I shower and start heading to my car, she text me with this address I don’t know.  When I Googled, it led me to some condo on the other side of town.  I asked her what this was about and the bitch left me on read.  Fuck outta here with that shit.  I ain’t Scooby Doo, and I don’t feel like solvin mysteries.  Fuck I look like?!

But my dumbass follows the scent of hot n ready pussy soon as it pops up, so I go and whatever.  Place look like the fuckin Powerpuff Girls live here, doin the absolute most for one woman to be livin in by herself.

When I go knockin on her front door, it just opens on its own like a haunted house.  I peek in, bout to call her lame ass for tellin me an address I don’t know about, tryna get a Black man killed, I hear her voice.

“Come on in, baby.”

I stepped my ass in there real slow, checkin my peripherals until I saw her sittin on the couch in some see through robe lookin at her fireplace.  I coulda busted concrete with the hard on I got lookin at her.  Those titties, nigga, sittin up under her chin practically, just overflowin she so big.  

“What’re you standin there like you seen a ghost.  Come sit like you got some kind of sense.”

“What you got the front door open like that for?”  I asked her, sittin next to her.

“I knew you were coming by.  I don’t feel like getting up if I don’t have to.”  She takes a bottle of Hennessy from the table in front of us and pours two glasses, handing me one of em.

I take a sip, nursing my drink.  “You tryna be a pillow princess tonight or sumthin?  Wantin me to do all the work?”  I asked her.   I couldnt help but reach out to feel that ass through her robe but she smacked my hand.

“Not like that, Erik!  I want you to finish that drink, and maybe another.  I want to be entertained a little more than usual tonight.”  She knocked back her drink quicker than a jackrabbit on a date.  She set her drink down, scooching over closer to me.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off them damn titties!  She started rubbin the inner part of my leg and I took the Henny down, you feel me!  

She poured me another drink and started talkin all general about my day and shit.  I wasn’t giving her nothin but one word answers cuz I was startin to get a lil lit off of the drink and she kept playin in my hair, kissin my neck and shit.  I was tired of tellin her to chill out with alldat cuz I damn sure was ready to teach her ass some fuckin manners.

So I grab her thigh and pull her big ass over my lap, giving them cheeks a Jaws of Life-ass squeeze.  I heard her gasp from my strength, she love that shit.

“Erik, hang on-”  She try and say but I ain’t wantin to hear her mouth.  I slip my hand in her panties and started washing my hands, her shit was like a faucet with that drip.  I knew she was ready, think she playin with somebody.

“Fuck a ‘hang on’.  Hang on these nuts, what you finna do.”  I was bout to be in my element!  Pussy poolin and I was finna dive, my nigga!  Next thing I know my hair gettin pulled and yanked backward, hurt like a muthafucka.

“Damn Venice!  What the fu-”

She took my hand and licked them off all slow.  I felt her tongue dancing on my fingertips before she pinned my hand back.

“I really, really, love it when you’re rude, Erik.  I do!  But when I tell you to hold on, you say ‘yes ma’am’, remember?”

She pullin that dominance shit again.  I ain’t on no punk shit, let the record show.  But if this moves things along, then, “Yes ma’am.”

Then the damn doorbell rings!  “Finally!”  Venice gets up for the door, walkin all fast.

“Who the fuck are you expectin?”  I’m gettin loud with her cuz I didn’t sign up for none of this shit.  I was supposed to soak my wood and dip, she be extra but this on some other shit.

She turns around and puts her a finger to her mouth at me before opening the door.  Some blonde girl comes through the door sayin Hi and huggin Venice like this a tea party.  So, I’m sittin on the couch waiting for them to finish and her to leave, but Venice walks Jennifer Lawrence lookin clown into the living room.

“Erik, this is-”

“I don’t need to know her name, I need to know when she leavin.”  I’m heated!  My dick gettin soft by the minute, but Venice and her friend is unphased.

Venice starts playin in her hair and they start gigglin.  “She’s here to keep us company.  She’s fun, I think you both would do well with each other.”

Nigga, when she said this, I wondered if she spiked my damn drink or some bullshit.  “I don’t associate with white folks Venice, stop wastin my time so we can do what I came over for.”

“That’s why Abbigayle is here!  She wanted to meet you and-”

“You tellin bitches about me?  Talkin behind my back?!  I ain’t a damn gossip topic, fuck is your problem!  I don’t fuck white bitches either, so you can just step ABBA!”  I was ready to pack my happy ass up and go.  Too many females on this planet to be strung up on one dummy.

“ERIK!  I’m not going to be interrupted again!  You’re making me lose my patience, that isn’t going to go over well for you.  Be nice!”

I said already I ain’t no punk, right?  And I meant that shit.  But I ain’t never one to fuck up a good time, fuckin is fuckin, so let’s just see what happens.  “Yes ma’am.”

Venice liked that, she instantly walked all slow and sexy over to me tellin me good job and shit, kissin on me.  For a second I forgot about Abracadabra but then I feel an extra pair of hands at my lap and I see her unbuttoning my pants.  Venice tooks my face back to look at her; she is really fuckin beautiful, I can’t even lie on that.  Her lips felt like when you ain’t had Starburst in a while, and the first one in the line is a Pink or a Red, nigga her lips juicy as fuck and I didn’t want her to stop puttin em on me.  

So we makin out on the couch and Abacus got my dick out and starts lickin and kissin my shit like it’s a damn bomb pop.  That’s cute and all if I rock with you, but if I don’t know you like that?  You just playin, show me what the hell that mouf do so I can hae somethin to talk to the homies bout later.

Venice gets off the couch and sits across the room in a chair, leaving her leg over the arm so her legs are spread out.  I finally was gettin hard again, poor Abilify probably thought I was gettin there from her hen peckin round my shaft.  Nah, I couldn’t hold back seeing Venice sittin there like she ain’t give an entire fuck that some random bitch was suckin my dick!  Like, she ain’t been shy about what she likes in the bedroom but fuck, this was some new shit she pullin out on me.  

When Venice took off her bra to let them titties hang on her stomach, I was about to lose my damn patience.  I look down and Albuquerque and decide she needs some instruction on what to do when you got dick in your mouth.

“Open ya mouth up.”  I told her, pulling her hair back to hold it behind her head.  Soon as she does I pump my dick all into the back of her throat.  She start hittin that gag reflex just right and then I let her breathe while she coughs and wipes her mascara down.  I look over at Venice who has a slick smile on her face, nodding at me to continue.  When Abomasnow started bobbin on my dick again, she was two handin my shit right?  Venice brought a real lazy ass to this party.  So I popped her face tellin her to take it deep.  White girl was a trooper, I give her that.  She barely got it halfway in before she started to gag, so I held her down just to make sure she wasn’t playing.

Lookin over at Venice, now she all relaxed, panties to the side with two fingers diggin herself out.  She was bitin her lip tryin not to cum, she bet not either.  With her full attenion I let her friend breathe again before I made her face my playground, fuckin the shit outta her throat.  I tried my best to imagine it being Venice’s pussy like she probably wish her fingers were me.  I couldn’t take no damn more.

I pulled out of Arby’s and strolled my ass on over to Venice, ready or not.  Venice wasn’t fightin though as I picked her up under them thick ass legs while she held onto my shoulders.  I guided her onto my Johnson and slid right in that bitch like it was nothin.  She was so damn wet for me, and her face said it all that she was finally gettin what we came there to do.  Venice pussy reminded me of when you just sat down after bein up on your feet all day and you feel like your heart is beatin in your soles when you get them propped up but it’s so damn better than gettin back up again.  Venice knew how to tease me, and that shit was torture, but fuck if that release ain’t sweeter for it.  Kissin on her lips while she breathin on me kept me goin, so I put her down turned her around by the fireplace.  I picked her leg up and back and got right back in that pussy.  This was my favorite position, cuz she felt tighter from behind, and she screamed louder too.  Singing my name out like a gospel, cussin me out so much it almost hurt my feelins.  Almost.  

I almost forgot about her friend, til I felt a ticklin on my balls and there was Abscess tryna feel a part of this too, lickin my nuts and Venice’s pussy when I was slammin too hard in them cheeks.  It was whatever though, cuz not a damn thing was bringing me out of her til I was through.  

While I’m holdin Venice’s titties bouncin round, I felt myself gettin close, but that wasn’t happenin here, not like that.  So I pull out of Venice, almost kickin Albany in the face and take her chair spot.

“Lemme fuck them titties real quick.”  Venice gets between my legs and wraps them tig ol bitties round me, holdin them in place.  Ma had my dick CREAMY, I didn’t even notice til then, she was cummin harder than a muthafucka.  Venice friend helped keep her hair back, encouraging her with some “Go girl, get that cock baby!”  type of Bring It On like nonsense.  This ain’t no damn pep rally, fuck is you doin?  Me and Venice were in our own damn world anyway, watchin her tongue hang out to catch my tip when it poke from her cleavage made me mad.  She knew what the fuck to do, and I can’t stand it!  Nigga, that nut was so long and hard, it could break steel, but it painted her face like a damn masterpiece, stickin on her eyelashes and shit.  What the fuck she get for makin me work so damn hard.

With all that, her friend was pretty chill by the outcome.  “Damn, Venice, you weren’t lying at all.  Shits real!”  givin Venice a high five while I pulled my pants up and she wiped her face.  

“Right?  Told you!  Ok guys, I have to get some rest so just see yourselves out.  We should do this again!”  

I just knew she wasn’t talkin to me, but she really was walkin up her steps to her room like we were her employees clockin out.  

I asked her, “Aye, Venice!  This how you treat guests in your house!”  

“You ain’t gotta go home, Erik, but you have got to get the hell outta here before my husband gets home.”  Venice said with a flick of her wrist.  Bossy ass bitch!  

Me and Abbreviate walk outside and I just had to ask her somethin for what just happened.  “Do y’all do this a lot?”

She just shrugs.  “Sometimes, but I don’t say yes to every invitation.  You just sounded too promising.”

I nodded, confused as hell, but flattered.  “Right.  And how y’all know each other?”

“I’m a colleague.  Worked on a case together and got a little closer than necessary.  Been a good friend since.  Take care of yourself, Erik.”  She gets in her car and that was that on that.  

When I head to my whip, I get a text notification.  I just knew it was Venice asking me to come back or at least a thank you.  But no this time it was my other situation, Genesis.

Masterlist

[ominousbears]

(ah it’s so late aldjdgsfhs) hello love !! you’re stunning !! the stars are jealous of how brightly you shine !! 💕

BRUH I HOPE U KNOW THAT LAST LINE GOT ME SO BAD.... I'M JUST SITTIN HERE TRYIN TO EAT MY VERY LATE LUNCH, JUST SMILIN INTO THIS ALFREDO WITH THE BIGGEST FUCKIN GRIN ON MY FACE, I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF

(im love u 💙💙💙)

[buddhaphoenix2021]

Lyrics

Jimme’s Song- Emanuel and the Fear

“Jimme takes his time as he washes his eyes and then makes his bed up and heads for the outside.

And it doesn't make a difference every once in a while. If you've got nothing to do but sit around and think about how nothing he could do would ever feel good.But he knows you gotta get a job if you're looking to move on. Like every body else but it's the same thing. Always the same dream keeping him from moving.Saying I don't wanna do nothing but be in a rock band. I don't wanna get a job. I don't wanna be a man. I don't wanna do nothing but be in a rock band. I don't wanna do nothing at all. I don't wanna do nothing at all.But then the bills pour in and he thinks he'd like to swim. But he still wont go anywhere. Until he gets too deep, they got him swimming in his sleep. Until he needs to? something. And so he pulls a job down at the landfill and he don't mind working outside. Lookin' out on the turnpike. But the days go by. And the fire inside tells him he'll never be right til the day that he dies.Saying I don't wanna do nothing but be in a rock band. I don't wanna get a job. I don't wanna be a man. I don't wanna do nothing but be in a rock band. I don't wanna do nothing at all. I don't wanna do nothing at all.All his words fall down through the cracks in between. And spread like sunlight down on the world underneath. But up here they falter nowhere. They're just a feeling he needs. As he drives through the weeks. Through the swamps and through his sleep.And he's talking like he's holding a gun in his hand. But there ain't nobody there it's just him waving his hand. And when he drives home to his van to get his cup of coffee. Three sugars and 2 dollar. And back to work another day another hour. It gets older by the minute. But there's nobody around who can understand looking at a young man feeling like no one ever noticed him. You work the same day over and over.I don't wanna do nothing but be in a rock band. I don't wanna get a job. I don't wanna be a man. I don't wanna do nothing at all.”

Jimmy Jimmy- Gorillaz

Jimmy Jimmy This pressure on you, a life ain't feelin' how it used to Jimmy Jimmy No need to be sad, when they play your song, we'll get along I been searchin', lookin' for a permanent reason Out of sync with the seasons, not sure what I believe in And a burden, why is bein' loved so appealin'? Can confirm I'm alone, we're all just lost without meanin' (Jimmy Jimmy) Just a boy from the West, I'm born and bred We coulda been rich, was poor instead My evenings are blue, all my mornings are red I had to make scores from gents (Jimmy Jimmy) I salute all my local fiends They're smilin', locked in a smoker's dream Kept an ace like a poker team (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Just a teen sellin' coke to fiends (Jimmy Jimmy) I took remedy, young ones I love Got the money, I got stuck inside of my mind Quick solutions was all I could find I was earnin' but losin' my time (Jimmy Jimmy) Portobello, I'm sippin' on wine With a beautiful Nottin' Hill mother of five Mental muscle, the strong will survive That's why I drink white rum on the Manchester Drive Jimmy Jimmy Now you're out of control and the lie you're livin' is a dead-end road Jimmy Jimmy No need to be sad, when they play your song, we'll get along Jimmy Jimmy Left electric and headed to SoHo Now I'm in the box, I had way too much yak Hate the front so I sat in the back With a girl from Iran with the peachiest back (Jimmy Jimmy) Love me a spliff, but I gotta keep it a stack The females around me are crack Got me wired, I ain't comin' back to reality I bleed it out in the track (Jimmy Jimmy) Did some things that I swear I won't tell I called that I could get redemption from Hell Love and hate are like Kenan and Kel I broke up my kis, now my friends in the cell (Jimmy Jimmy) Life is for livin', I love me some shillings But God willin', people love me for my skillin' Went from sittin' in gold and [?] To billboards and [?], thank God, now I'm chillin' Jimmy Jimmy This pressure... Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy This pressure on you, a life ain't feelin' how it used to Jimmy Jimmy No need to be sad, when they play your song, we'll get along Jimmy Jimmy

[imagineclaireandjamie]

The Treasury

Joanie and Jamie come across the trunk of Claire’s gowns. 

by Mod Bonnie 

Thought of the Lallybroch attic always made Joan’s heart race wi’ panic, though she’d only set foot inside it the once. 

She and Mam and Da and Marsali had all been over for supper shortly after the weddin’, months back, and the big folk had kept talkin’ and talkin’ so late into the night like they’d never stop! Finally, she and Marsali had gotten so bored, they’d crept off to explore the house wi’ some of the other children, finding themselves at last up in the attic. The place was ghostly and drafty in the candlelight, and some of the boys had started tellin’ tales of spooks and ghouls and nuckelavees, sendin’ shivers down Joanie’s back. She’d nearly wet herself wi’ relief when the group all ran back down the steps into safety, giggling from the excitement of it. She’d giggled too, but never had she ever been so scairt in all her life. It had woken her, sometimes, the nightmares of bein’ trapped up there alone in the creaky darkness. 

Today, though, Da had held her hand as they went up the steps, and wi’ him beside her, the light of day shinin’ through the windows and cracks, Joan saw the place for what it was: a treasury, stacked all ‘round wi’ precious secret things just waitin’ to be discovered. She’d learnt that word in a book once, and always had loved the grand sound of it: the queen’s treasury.  

He and Mam had had a fight, that mornin’, a great stramash that had made all the rooms of the house echo. Joan had run out into the dooryard wi’ her hands over her ears. She hated when they did that: yelled at one another so. It was like havin’ Simon back in the house again. 

She bit her tongue the moment she’d thought such a thought, for Da wasna anything like Simon. Da never would beat them, and he was kind and funny— better than any man she’d ever met!  Well....for her and Marsali, at least. Mam didna seem to like him verra much. 

He’d stormed out of the door, startling her from where she sat. He’d gotten Baron saddled in a flash, and had just reined about to ride out to the road, when he’d spotted her. Though his face was red, still, from the yelling, he’d smiled at once, a real smile, and held out a hand. “Come wi’ me to Lallybroch, a leannan?” 

After takin’ tea wi’ Auntie Jenny and Uncle Ian, Da had wandered about through the house. It seemed he wasna in any rush to get back to Balriggan or Mam. Joan wasna either, if she were bein’ truthful. They’d been in the library, Da showin’ her this book and that, but then he took a notion after a particular book that he couldna seem to find on the shelves. And so, the two of them had ended up in the attic, rummagin’ to find a box of things from when Da was at university in Paris. 

“D’ye recall what sort of box it would be in, Da?” Joan asked, rubbing her nose, which was running from all the dust kicked up in the air. 

She didna take much heed of his answer, for just at that moment, she’d caught sight of a lovely, big trunk over in the corner by the window in the eaves. She made for it eagerly, catchin’ open the clasps and flippin’ open the lid. 

She gasped. TREASURE. 

“Joan? Are ye alright?” came Da’s voice at once. “Joanie, did ye hurt your—” 

“Da, LOOK!” she squealed as she lifted the item on the top: a gown as red and glistening as a jewel. The fabric was fine and rare, and Joanie knew for certain that this was the most grand thing she’d ever held in her two hands. She felt almost as though she were in kirk, such a thrill it brought over her. 

“Dinna touch those!” 

He was moving fast toward her and the look on his face made her spring up to her feet, jumping back. “I’m sorry,” she blurted, tears wellin’ up in her eyes at once. “I’m sorry, I willna touch it again— promise!” 

He didna say anythin’. He was crouched at the trunk, his eyes movin’ over the stuff inside in a crazed sort of way, as though he were afraid it would catch fire. That seemed to go on for long, long time, and Joan had to clamp her hands over her mouth to keep from burstin’ out into sobs. 

Please dinna hate me.... 

Then, he seemed to remember where he was. He looked up—were those tears in his eyes, too?— and his face went all soft, but sorry-like, as though he were ashamed. “Forgive me, Joanie,” he whispered, holding out his arms to her. “I shouldna have snapped at ye.” 

All trembly, her gullet tight and burnin’ from tryin’ not to cry, she took his hand and let him pull her into a hug that brought happiness all the way down to her toes. “I hadna seen those things in many years, and they gave me quite a turn...” His voice was scratchy as he said it. “But truly,” he whispered, planting a kiss at the top of her cap, “I’m sorry, lass. Can ye forgive me for it?” 

All felt right again as she nodded and hugged him back, sniffling into his shoulder and lettin’ herself be held, just for a while longer. 

“Where did these come from, Da?” she asked a bit later as she turned back toward the chest, curiosity too strong to ignore. “All of these gowns and fine things!” At his nod of permission, she gingerly picked up a pair of gloves, embroidered with golden thread. “I’ve never seen anything like it in all my life! Did a queen live here, once, then?” 

He laughed, and she gave him a stern “What?” for she hadn’t meant it as a jest. 

“Aye...she was a queen, of sorts.” He reached out a hand and traced his fingers across the crimson fabric, just like Joan had herself. His voice was very low and verra sad. “A lady who was verra special indeed.” He gently moved the red gown to the side to show the one beneath, and Joan heard him breathe out a wee smilin’ sound. 

“Why are they up here, though, Da?” she demanded, gingerly reachin’ out and strokin’ the lovely thing along wi’ him. It was greener than anythin’, even more than the grass in summer.  “Why does nobody wear them?”

“Can ye imagine your Auntie Jenny milking the goats in such a gown, then?” he said, laughin’ and makin’ her giggle too. “Nay, they’re from a different time, lass, before the Rising. No one’s quite the need of such finery anymore; not here, anyway.” 

“Oh.... that’s too bad.” Her heart was falling like stone. “They’re just so beautiful...” 

She’d always hoped that when she grew up, there would be beautiful gowns and pretty things. They werena necessary, she supposed, and it wasna so much that she cared overmuch for them herself, as Marsali did. But the notion had always been a secret dream in her mind: that even if things since the Rising —since before she was born—had been naught but hard and sad, someday there would be beautiful things in her life too. Hearing it from Da, now, that there was no place for them—it made her want to crawl into the chest and nestle in amongst the gowns and fall asleep among their beauty. She thought that their wonder would seep into her skin, that way, and keep forever in her dreams, if there they must stay. 

There was a tear on her cheek, then another, but Da was nudging her, eagerly. “Shall we see what they look like on another fine lady?” 

Before she could answer, he was standing her on her feet and movin’ across the room, comin’ back wi’ a wee looking glass, which he propped up against the lid of the trunk. 

“What, ME?” she squawked. “Try them ON?” 

“And why not? It’s no’ as though I’m a lady, aye?” 

She giggled.

“Here...”

Minutes later, she was sittin’ on Da’s lap, looking at her reflection and hardly believing her eyes. The golden gown was around her shoulders, puddled huge about her like a great pudding, a fine comb holding up her hair in place of the plain cap, and in her hand was the most beautiful fan she’d ever seen. It didna look like herself, in the glass. 

“Da, I canna wear this,” she said uneasily, trying to stand up and remove the gown. 

“But of course ye can,” he said at once, holding her firmly, and she could see his smile in the looking-glass as well as hear it in his voice.  

“But Marsali says,” she insisted, “I canna ever wear yellow, because of my hair. Red-heided lasses canna wear gold or yellow or pink or—” 

“Nonsense! They can wear whatever they like,” Da said. 

“Aye? Truly?” 

“I give ye my word upon it,” he said solemnly. 

“Oh....well....that’s good then,” she said, still nervous that Marsali would barge in and tease her. She sighed. “I wish I had hair like Mam and Marsali.” 

He snorted. “Well I dinna wish that.” 

That surprised her. “Do ye no’ think their hair is bonny?” 

“Oh, aye, it’s lovely... but red hair,” he said, runnin’ his fingers over the top of her head, “is my favorite.” 

“‘Cause you have it too?” she said, grinning. 

“Well, I’ve a longstanding personal partiality, to be sure,” he agreed with a grin as he let her tie a fine blue ribbon around his queue. “Besides,” he said, sounding dreamy as she finished the bow, “my own daug—” 

He stopped. 

“What, Da?” 

He stared at her for a moment, and she thought she’d never seen anyone with eyes so blue. “Only that your red hair is one of the things about ye that makes me happy, Joanie.” 

His voice was cracked and croakin’, and somethin’ in it made her lean forward and plant a kiss on his cheek. She felt his stubble tug against her lips as he smiled. 

“Besides—” He pulled her back onto his lap and tweaked the mirror so she could see the both of them in the glass. “Can ye no’ see for yourself how beautiful ye are?” 

And because he’d said it, she could. 

“What was her name?” she asked, her voice sounding like one in a dream, full of mystery, like the music of a priest’s prayer. 

“Her name?” 

“The queen-lady,” Joanie insisted. She had the the gowns and the fine things treasured up into her memory, now. All she needed was a name to finish the story in her mind. “What was she called?” 

“She...” 

Joanie watched his face as he tried to remember the tale. 

“Her name was Sorcha.” 

[invisibleimpossibilities]

OTP Playlist || Robin x Inigo

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                   (art credit)

Fire || Brett Eldredge 

You look good in the palm of my hands Watch the light round your feet just dance Feel your sweat pressed against my skin Girl you're fire, you're fire Take the breath right out of my chest Burn me down 'till there ain't nothing left Keep on doing what you do best Girl you're fire, you're fire

Do You Only Wanna Dance? || Mya

Funny thing is when I look into your eyes I sense something so sincere in your disguise I wait patiently while you play your game 'Cause in the end, I'll be the winner all the same You’ll see clearly when the song comes to a stop I’ll be the one blowing kisses from the top

You put your lips very closely to my face And then you run away, and so begins the chase I'll be the hunter, but boy, you better pray 'Cause when I want ya, I'll get you anyway Will you rise to my occasion? Or will you make me change your station? 

Stop, you're surrounded I got my love all around ya One wrong move and I'll down ya And that'll end ya.       You should surrender.                     You'll never win                        Unless you give in So won't you give our love a chance?                ...Or do you only want to dance?

See Beneath Your Beautiful || Labrinth (ft. Emeli Sandé) [full song] [DWTS dance]

(Inigo) You tell all the boys no Makes you feel good, yeah I know you're out of my league But that won't scare me away oh no You've carried on so long, you couldn't stop if you tried it You've built your wall so high that no one could climb it But I'm gonna try...

(Robin) You let all the girls go Makes you feel good, don't it? Behind your Broadway show I heard a voice say please don't hurt me You've carried on so long, you couldn't stop if you tried it You've built your wall so high, that no one could climb it But I'm gonna try...

(Both) Would you let me see beneath your beautiful? Would you let me see beneath your perfect? Take it off now yeah, take it off now yeah I wanna see inside       Would you                      let me                              see beneath                                             your beautiful                                                                 tonight?

Magic || Coldplay

Call it magic, call it true I call it magic when I'm with you And I just got broken, broken into two Still I call it magic, when I'm next to you

And I don't, and I don't, and I don't, and I don't No I don't, it's true I don't, no, I don't, no, I don't, No, I don't want anybody else but you 

And if you were to ask me After all that we've been through Still believe in magic?      Well yes, I do 

Oxygen || Colbie Caillat

I came apart inside a world made of angry people I found a boy who had a dream making everyone smile He was sunshine; I fell over my feet, like bricks underwater And so I found a state of mind where I could be speechless I had to try it for a while to figure out this feeling This felt so right; pull me upside down to a place where you've been waiting

And how am I supposed to tell you how I feel?           I need oxygen...! Oh baby, I will be your lady I will make you happy I'm never gonna leave, never gonna leave

There’s Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes

I wanna follow where she goes I think about her and she knows it I wanna let her take control 'Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing Maybe I should stop and start confessing

'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright

Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holding me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holding me back I feel so free when you're with me Baby, there's nothing holding me back

Goldmine || Colbie Caillat

If all I had was a dollar and your bright smile I'd have a dollar more than I would need to get by Cause I'm a billionaire if you count every sunrise Wakin' by your side, and every good night If all you had was the way that I love you You'd have more honey than the honey bees in June I'll keep you laughin', keep you smilin', keep your dreams true Long as I have you, nothin' we can't do Fly me back to the moon where you took me The very first time that you kissed me      In the sweet starlight of your endless eyes when you lit this fire...

Feels like we're sittin' on top of a goldmine Flame so bright that it won't die In a billion years, it'll still be here cause our love is a goldmine ♡

Strings || Shawn Mendes

Met this girl when I was three years old We were holding hands tight so I'm told Years flew by I was less than twelve Long division I need your help Can you come on over and work with me Anytime you like I'll make it work for me      ('Cause I knew back when if we get too close       When the time is right maybe I'll propose       And it felt like an eternity, Said it felt like an eternity)

You know me, not the type of guy To stick around, to do the time But you must have me hypnotized I'm d-d-d-down to be by your side every night

So come on girl let me hold your hand Let's go get lost, live without a plan And I know you've got the world to see But you know you mean the world to me And I know right now you got second thoughts Do whatever it takes, pay whatever the cost yeah

Darling, I want all the strings attached I love it when you look at me like that And you're the only girl that brings me back 'Cause baby I want all the strings attached It's like always and forever I won't let a moment pass And when I'm with you I feel better I want all the strings, all the strings attached

No Mozart || Natasha Beddingfield

Too many things go unsaid cause you think you can't say them right Get them out in the open instead of all bottled up inside Cause I don't mind if it comes out all emotional      And I don't mind as long as what you say is real

I know you're the kind of man who wants to show your best side      But we can't always be perfect, and that's alright      Don't over think it, you don't have to perform for me

You want to know how to touch me, well it's easy Oh, it's like playing the piano         I don't care if there's a few wrong notes                     Your fingers know just where to go You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart

Oh, the way you're playing that piano I got a Mozart of my own The way you're running up and down those keys Sounds like a symphony to me...

[superscavenger]

Just sittin here smilin bc I'm gonna wake up tomorrow morning and my bae Rosa Diaz is gonna be canonically bisexual 

[nallmoniudom-blog]

I see you winding and grinding up on that floor I know you see me lookin' at you when you already know I wanna love you, you already know I wanna love you, you already know, girl Money in the air that's mo' fair, grab you by your coat tail Take you to the motel, wholesale Don't tell, won't tell, baby say I don't talk dog But she told on me, oh well Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? Baby stick to me and I'ma stick on you If you pick me then I'ma pick on you D-O-double-G and I'm here to put this **** on you I'm stuck on ***** and yours is right Rip ride on those floors and those doors is tight And I'ma get me a shot 'for the end of the night 'Cause ***** is ***** and baby you're ***** for life I see you winding and grinding up on that floor I know you see me lookin' at you when you already know I wanna love you, you already know I wanna love you, you already know, girl Shorty I can see you ain't lonely Handful of niggers and they all got G's So you lookin' at me now what it's gonna be Just another a tease far as I can see Trying to get you up out this club If it means spendin' a couple dubs Throwin' about 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that 'Cause I'm far from a scrub And you know my pedigree Ex-deala used to move 'phetamines Girl I spend money like it don't mean nothing And besides I got a thing for you I see you winding and grinding up on that floor I know you see me lookin' at you when you already know I wanna love you, you already know I wanna love you, you already know, girl Mobbin' through the club in the low pressin' I'm sittin' in the back in the smoker section Birds eye, I got a clear view You can't see me but I can see you It's cool we jet, the mood is set, your ***** is so wet You're rubbin' your back and touchin' your neck Your body is movin', you're humpin' and jumpin', your ****** is bouncin' You're smilin' and grinning and lookin' at me Girl and while you lookin' at me, I'm ready to hit the catty Right up on the patio, move the patty to the catty Baby you got a fatty, the type I like to marry Wanting to just give you everything and that? s kinda scary 'Cause I'm lovin' the way you shake your ass Bouncin' got me tippin' my glas https://www.instagram.com/p/BulVTibBmFO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1b9fznny00b8w

[contrealmanadiens]

:))))) 

this boy is rlly messin me up like not in a bad way just i’m so head over heels for him its wild i never liked anyone this much before!! bringin out some crazy ass emotions!!!!! i feel so comfortable w him and we hav nice talks and he;s cute and funny and sweet and Genuine i wanna fuckin die y’all like fuck he got me sittin here smilin bc im thinkin bout his VOICE i’m FUCKED