#and i was standing there and i felt my flexed thigh as i was feelin for my knife

[budugaapologist]

bout ready to disown myself

[breanime]

Faster

Another vampire!Rio story, even though I should probably take a break and ice my hand... I can’t stop myself haha!

warning: steamy (kind of violent?)

*gif not mine*

It was the middle of the night, and you were covered in blood. Your clothes were stuck to your skin, there was blood in your hair and under your nails, and most importantly—there was blood on your mouth.

Rio held you as you drank, your appetite bottomless as you fed from the dazed human. You were on Rio’s lap, and his hand was on your back, steadying you, while the other was on the man’s throat, checking his pulse.

“Baby…” He said, his voice low.

You let the man go, your eyes rolling back as you took your last swallow. You’d been draining people all day, and you still weren’t done. Whimpering, you dug your head into the crock of Rio’s neck, turning slightly so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. You could no longer feel heat or cold, but you were shaking. The hunger was so intense, and the more you drank, the dizzier you felt. “Rio…” You whined, your bloody hands fisting his shirt.

“It’s just blood drunk,” he answered your unasked question, “that’s why your head is spinning… Look at me.” He put a finger under your chin and lifted your head, his dark eyes gleaming as he looked you over. “Yeah,” he chuckled, making you smile, “You’re drunk, mama.”

“I’m hungry,” you said, leaning forward and brushing your wet lips against his. You sighed when Rio pulled you closer, kissing you and licking into your mouth. “Rio… I… I want… I want…”

“I know what you want,” he said, his lips still on yours. You could taste the blood, and you shivered as he laid you onto your back in the grass. Rio’s lips drifted down to your neck, and he licked the blood that had trickled down there, tasting it as his hands drifted lower. “I got you, baby…”

You closed your eyes, sighing happily as his long fingers slid inside of you. Before—when you were still human—Rio had to be especially careful not to hurt you, but now… He could love you with all of his strength, and you were both eager to feel it. You arched your back as he fingered you, his digits curling inside of you. “Faster,” you whispered, knowing he could hear you.

Rio moved his fingers faster, and you gasped. Every part of you was simultaneously on fire and electrified—and as he touched you, you felt more alive as a vampire than you ever did when you were human. His forehead was on yours, and you could feel his eyes on you, watching you as you writhed beneath him. Your nails were digging into his flesh so hard, you could feel blood, but you knew you weren’t hurting him. You gasped, eyes popping open as you came, your whole body shaking from the force of it. Your nails puncture the skin of Rio’s shoulders, but he kept moving, his fingers—three of them—dancing inside of you. He growled, ripping—literally ripping—your clothes off. He bent down and licked your exposed chest, groaning at both the feel of your flesh under his tongue and the dried blood.

“I love you,” he said, his mouth on your skin as he kissed his way down between your legs.

“I… I love you,” you said back, staring down at him.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his dark eyes serious.

You nodded. “I trust you.”

“You know I would never hurt you, right?”

Another nod. “Yes.”

Rio’s hands flexed on your thighs, and he stared up at you from between your legs, his face wet with blood. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you—really, really fuck you since the day I first turned you,” he confessed, “Can I now?”

You nodded again, and Rio laughed, kissing your inner thigh.

“I need to hear you say it, mama.”

“Yes,” you said, breathless despite the fact you no longer needed to take breaths, “yes, yes, fuck me—please.”

That was all you had to say.

Rio grabbed your legs and hoisted them all the way up; you heard something pop, but you couldn’t feel any pain, if anything, you were vibrating with excitement. Rio plunged his head between your thighs, his hands gripping your legs so hard that you would have bruises—if you still had circulating blood. You howled—howled, not screamed—when he licked into you. The feel of him now was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. His tongue moved against you in ways that no human would be able to duplicate, kissing and licking and sucking at you so hard, you swore he was going to break you—but you didn’t break. You couldn’t now, and he knew that. You were crying, tears of blood falling from your eyes, as you shook with pleasure. Rio didn’t need to breathe, so he ate you out with absolutely no need for breaks. Your hands dug into the grass and dirt at your side, pulling clumps of it up as Rio moved his tongue inside of you, his mouth working against your clit.

He laughed when you came.

Rio draped himself over you, kissing you slowly. Your legs dropped, and you wrapped them around his middle, kissing and biting lightly at his neck as he undressed himself. He kissed you, the taste of blood and your own orgasm heavy on his tongue, and you felt him, hard and ready, between your legs. His mouth was on yours, but he pulled back a bit, smirking…

…and then he pushed into you.

He thrust all the way in, and you screamed again, cumming instantly. Rio didn’t give you a single second to adjust, he moved against you harshly, his hips slamming into yours so loud, you could hear the sound of his bones against yours over the wind and sounds of the night. A week ago, when you were still human, you’d never have been able to take him like this, but now, all you could feel was unfathomable pleasure as Rio fucked you.

You dug your nails into his back, stripping the skin as you rose your hips to meet his. “Rio! Faster! Faster!”

He growled above you, and you opened your mouth in a delicious, soundless scream as Rio fucked you faster, his hips becoming a flurry of movement as he rammed into you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, burying his face in your neck. You could feel his fangs on your skin, and that—coupled with the way he was fucking you—had you cumming yet again.

He was still moving against you, still inside of you, when you opened your eyes. The moon had shifted in the sky, and it occurred to you, in your love drunk, blood drunk haze, that you’d been fucking for hours now, and you hadn’t even noticed. If this was what eternity would be like with Rio, you’d made the right choice, letting him turn you.

“Rio,” you whimpered, one hand on the back of his head, caressing him slowly even as he fucked you so hard, you were starting to make an imprint in the dirt, “I love you, I love you…”

He answered by biting you—and you screamed again, your entire body shaking as the world exploded in your mind. Rio had bitten you plenty of times when you were living, but now… As a vampire? The feel of his fangs in you, penetrating your skin as he thrust inside of you, making your toes curl and eyes roll back… this was another level of pleasure. It was like having the sun burst within you. It was like draining an entire city of humans. It was like your body was the host of untold pleasure, the vessel of a rapturous feeling of desire that you hadn’t even known was possible. You could see stars in the back of your mind, and everything you felt connected you to Rio; the two of you were the only things in the entire fucking world—as it should be.

You were cradled in Rio’s lap when you opened your eyes again, and he was smiling down at you. He was dressed now, save for his shirt. Your clothes were all over the place in tatters. When you glanced down at yourself, you were wearing his shirt.

“How you feelin’, mama?” He asked, his voice low and warm.

You grinned. “Incredible.” You leaned up, kissing him, and felt his smile on your lips.

“You still hungry?” He asked, his finger gently trailing up and down your face.

You shook your head, satisfied.

Rio laughed, standing up with you in his arms, kissing your forehead. “Let’s get you home before the sun bakes us both.”

“What about the bodies?”

He shrugged, already walking away. “Someone’ll come get them, take ‘em to a hospital…” He looked down at you, a smirk on his face. “You wanna take the scenic route home, or you want me to go…”

“…Faster,” you finished for him, your eyes sparkling with mischief, “go faster, baby.”

He grinned, kissing you—the taste of blood and love still on that talented tongue of his. “Your wish,” he said lowly, “my command…”

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[watermelonsugawara]

Just Like That

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❥ character: daichi

❥ warnings: nsfw under the cut, alcohol, just a lil booty shakin, aged up

❥ a/n: damn this is taking me forever... i kinda popped off on daichi.. who’s surprised NOT ME LOL also this is my first nsfw post dont bully me im sensitive

❥ summary: fem!reader feelin sexy and giving Daichi a lapdance. That’s really all there is to say LMFAOO

❥ wc: like 500ish jfkdjf

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Thigh riding Daichi is literally canon so lap dances are a must with this man

dear god imagine this man in the club, sitting back in his chair, watching your every move and soaking in your touch

A silk button down shirt, sleeves neatly rolled tightly around his strong biceps, some buttons left undone

Black jeans that hug his thick thighs, small rips along the knees

My god I need a MINUTE to collect myself yall lmao

He’s really not one to shy away from a good lap dance, I mean look at you

He gets off knowing everyone’s eyes are on you, but he’s the only one indulging in the sensation of your ass against his lap, your small hands sliding up and down his muscular thighs

Your favorite song comes on, Like That by Doja Cat

The alcohol running through your system combining with the deep bass of the music put you in a trance, your hips moving in sinful ways

You feel the warmth of his large hands on your hips through your dress as you sway to the beat of the music

Don’t be scared, I ain’t afraid

Just like that, come my way

The chorus of the music sounds even better as you throw back the last of your drink, your body fluidly moving to the beat. You could practically feel Daichi’s piercing stare even with your back to him, his aching desire almost tangible within the walls of the nightclub. This, combined with the fruity concoction settling in your stomach, spurred some newfound confidence within you.

A smirk is painted across your face as you turned away from the dance floor. Daichi noticed the subtle glimmer of mischief in your eyes and he raised a brow at you. You sauntered over to the table where your boyfriend sat, and you felt the intensity of his gaze, his eyes drinking up every inch of his girlfriend. Your dress hugged your curves in all the right places, your skin glistening from small pearls of sweat adorning your skin. The fire in his eyes causes a similar heat to stir in your stomach.

Daichi sat slouched in his chair, holding a half-empty whiskey glass and resting it on his thigh. His silk button down is opened halfway, his muscular chest exposed with a delicate silver chain resting on it, with a coin pendant of your initial. His legs are spread, his lap practically screaming for you to sway and slide against it. It was damn near impossible to keep your composure, your inner thoughts begging for him to have his way with you, but you tried your best not to falter. You were taking the reins this time and you weren’t about to back down.

You squeeze past the various people on the dance floor towards Daichi. You rest a hand on his warm chest, feeling his heart pounding as you stare down at him. “(Y/N)”, he groans, and you enjoy the trance that you’ve put him in. His eyes are dark with lust, a subtle pink flush sprinkled across his cheeks, neck and chest. His plush lips are slightly parted as he silently waits for your next move.

You walk around to stand behind him, your hands sliding from his shoulders down his chest , feeling the silky material slide against your palms. You lean down and kiss the sensitive spot behind his ear, and you feel his sharp inhale as you whisper, “is this seat taken?” Eyeing his lap, the prominent outline of his cock in his jeans looked oh so inviting.

Daichi would have rolled his eyes at your comment but he’s too overwhelmed by your teasing touches and the whiskey in his system. He finishes the rest of his drink in a swift motion, the burn of the whiskey sliding down his throat is nothing compared the feel of your fingertips dancing across his skin.

You slowly make your way back around to stand in front of him again, enjoying how Daichi is becoming increasingly impatient as each second passes by. He sets down his glass on the table next to him, watching your every move and enjoying every little touch. 

You trail your small hand across his back and shoulders until you’re standing between his legs again. Daichi looked up at you expectantly, hands resting on your hips. His eyes flickered between your face and your slightly exposed chest that was conveniently at his eye level. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the sight of you, the colorful flashing lights of the club highlighting your body in the most delicious ways. You spun around on your heels and held Daichi’s knees as you began to arch your back down onto him, pressing your ass against his erection, swirling your hips mercilessly as Daichi writhed under your movements. You pressed your back against his chest, feeling his breath across your neck, causing you to shiver. You continued to draw figure eights with your hips as you danced on his lap, feeling his hips buck upwards slightly. You feel a deep groan vibrate against your back as you reach a hand around to hold the back of his neck. The feeling of his hard dick nestled against your ass, his thighs flexing underneath your small hands, the warmth of both the alcohol in your system and the coil in the pit of your stomach— it’s almost euphoric.

You throw your head back and Daichi takes the opportunity to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. You instinctively reach a hand back to grab the hair at the crown of his head, your nails slightly scraping his scalp before you the fistful of hair a tug. A deep growl vibrates against your neck as Daichi sucks on the delicate skin, intent on leaving an embarrassingly dark mark on you. His hands have been roaming across your body as you danced, finally finding a home on your waist, his hands gripping you almost too hard, pulling you out of your confident headspace. Daichi slides his hot tongue along your ear before he whispers, “It’s cute that you think you’re so dominant, princess. When we get home I’ll remind you who’s in charge-- the night is young.

[jungshookz]

ok but like hot yoga instructor jungkook and his highly flustered, very inflexible student y/n

→ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

→ genre: nonidol!au, yogainstructor!au, everyone joined this class to drool over jungkook 

→ wordcount: 4k

→ note: i have never ever wanted to partake in yoga in my entire life but if jungkook is the instructor then sign me the hYUCK up!!!!!!! y/n wears leg warmers!!! and jungkook thinks it’s adorable!!!!! 

(gif isn’t mine!) ((also i have never seen this gif before wtf)) 

whoever said that yoga was a relaxing and stress-reducing activity has CLEARLy lost their goddamn mind

because you’re pretty sure that if you wrung your t-shirt out you’d be able to produce an ocean’s worth of pure sweat and you’ve never been so stressed in your entire life

at the start you were pretty excited about signing up for yoga because it felt like that was your first real move as a Grown Woman

you signed up by yourself when usually you would never go to something without someone by your side (also namjoon was too busy so he couldn’t make it)

you went out and bought a brand new (expensive) yoga mat and like 4 pairs of leggings and 5 new shirts all meant speciFICally for yoga (you got a water bottle for FREE so if you think about it it was a pretty good deal)

anD you found these super cute leg warmers that coincidentally match with the yoga mat 

you don’t think you’re supposed to wear leg warmers when doing yoga but they’re sO cute :-(( 

but that was a month and a bit ago

back when you were young and naive

so, so naive

you were a FOOL

you would’ve dropped out of this class eons ago but uh

there is one thing that’s keeping you here

“remember, everybody! the purpose of yoga is to build strength, awareness and harmony in both the mind and body… we are now going to be moving onto core exercises!”

and that one thing is jeon jungkook

holy moLY the guy is attractive

twenty two years old (he’s only a couple months older than you!)

perfectly tousled hair that falls perfectly in front of his eyes and when he gets sweaty and pushes his hair back to reveal his forehead it just gets you fEELIN some typa way

round brown eyes that literally twinkle when he laughs (his laugh is juSt as adorable as him)

you didn’t think you were into guys with piercings but jungkook has two silver hoops hanging from his ears so now you know you’re definiTEly into guys with piercings

biceps that you would love to bite into

broad shoulders that you want to wrap your arms around

an even broader back that you want to diG your nails into

every now and then you catch a glimpse of his abs when he lifts his arms to do stretches

at the end of class he likes to do this cool-down/meditation activity where he dims the lights and gets you guys to lie down on your yoga mats and jungkook will wander around the room and he’ll speak in this low, whispery voice (“imagine that you’re in the middle of a lush, grassy field…”) and you can’t help but feel like that does the exact opposite of cooling you down because you find yourself sweating more than ever when you hear him approaching you

contrary to popular belief (aka namjoon’s belief) you didn’t actually join this class because of him

you joined it because you genuinely wanted to get into yoga and you were (this close) to dropping out but you staYed because of him

with that being said

it’s not like you’ve made any moves to go and talk to him because:

a) there’s always a hoArd of girls who flock to him as soon as class ends and

b) you’re terrified of talking to pretty people and jungkook is a very pretty person

you wouldn’t even know what to talk to him about if you got the chance to talk to him

you certainly wouldn’t want to ask him to help you with a yoga pose because that’d mean him focusing all of his attention on you and that’s the laST thing you want because

it turns out you’re not as good at this yoga thing as you thought you would be

you thought yoga was just overrated stretching but you were heavily mistaken after the first week of being in jungkook’s classes

it’s not just sTRETching

it’s all about balancing and being in touch with your inner chi or whatever the fuck the flyer said

you’re also not as flexible as you thought you were

you nearly pulled your damn hamstring at some point and the sudden twinge in your thigh made you collapse on the ground in less than a millisecond

there was this other pose that jungkook had everyone do

something called the flamingo pose which yOu thought was just standing up straight with one knee up which is pretty doable in your opinion

HOWEVER  

you actually have to bend down and round your back whiLe hugging a knee to your chest and you were like??? i have nEver in my life seen a flamingo stand like this

anyways you lasted about three seconds before you toppled over once again

you’re pRETTY sure the rest of the girls in here are secretly really good at yoga because none of them seem to have issues with balancing

this is a beginner’s class and you have a sneaking suspicion that these ladies.,,, are not beginners.,,. at ALL

there are about 20 people in here (including you)

you haven’t really made an effort to hang out with anyone

well

there was the first week that classes started that you kind of talked to some girls who were in the back (they moved their mats to the front now for obvious reasons)

you went out to grab some drinks with them after class one evening and needless to say, the entire time you were talking to them you were slighTLY uncomfortable and you ended up calling namjoon and pleading that he leave the library early to come and pick you up

PLUS you guys didn’t go out for real drinks

you went to a dumb smoothie place and you ended up paying like $8 for a banana almond milk thingy (it was pretty good but that’s beside the point)

anyways

every time you brought up a new topic somehow they would round it back to ‘how cute the instructor is’ which was fAIR but you just wanted a chance to talk about how the flamingo pose doesn’t make any sense

“what did you guys think of today’s exercises?” you shift and cross your (sore) legs before taking a sip of your smoothie and looking around at the girls

“oh, they actually weren’t that bad!”

“yeah, i thought they were pretty easy. the flamingo one was a piece of cake!”

“the pistol squat wasn’t as bad as i thought it’d be!”

noises of agreement go round the table and you furrow your brows

the pistol squat was AWFUL

essentially you had to squat down (your butt can’t touch the ground)

keep one foot flat on the ground

stick one leg out and keep your toes pointed to the sky

and then raise your arms up and keep your fingers pointed to the sky too (“reach through your fingertips…”)

surprisingly enough you didn’t fall over but you were starting to tremble uncontrollably and your body was BEGGING you to stop

you decide not to say anything because the last thing you want is to be ouTed as the weakest person in the group (even though it’s already pretty obvious) ((no offence))

“say, ariel, i noticed you kept asking for help!” you clear your throat and look over at the brunette “did you struggle with the flamingo pose too because lemme tell yA I-“

“oh, please. ariel didn’t need any help - she just wanted jungkook to wrap his big, strong arms around her-“

“hey, he was the one who put his hands on my waist and pulled me in-“

“uH, you foRced his hands on your waist like that- we all saw you, you hO!”

“to be fair i probably would’ve done the same thing”

“sAME”

the table bursts into giggles and they start betting on who’s going to score with him first and thaT’s when you decide that now would be a good time to text namjoon to save you

you feel SCAMMED

you thought you would finally be joining the gal pal yoga group of your dreams but these girls are from the gal pal yoga group from the fiery depths of hELL

(side note they’re actually very nice girls but you just feel like maybe you guys are meant to be yoga acquaintances only)  

anyways

“-moving on to core exercises!”

you let out a quiet groan and let your head flop down a little

you hATE the core exercises

the flamingo was a core exercise

the pistol squat was a core exercise

if anything you’ve learned that you’re the woRSt at core exercises

your favourite is the corpse pose because it’s literally just lying down on your back

you are the expERt of the corpse pose

“alright, ladies. we’re going to try something a little different today!” jungkook claps his hands together before smiling brightly “we’re going to go from the chaturanga pose, push up to a high plank, get back down in the dolphin pose, and end with forearm plank.”

oh god

that’s not one core exercises

that’s fouR core exercises rolled into one mEGA core exercise

you swallow thickly and look around to see if anyone looks as nervous as you do

everyone’s just drooling over jungkook

greAt

allow me to demonstrate!” jungkook chirps and steps onto his yoga mat and you sit up straighter to get a better view of him

it’s a little tough because you’ve stuck yourself in the back in the corner of the room but anything’s better than making eye contact with jungkook while you’re a red and sweaty mess

“the chaturanga is kind of like if you combined a plank with a tricep push up. remember to keep your elbows close to your body while keeping them bent at a 90 degree angle. don’t let your knees hit the ground!” he lowers himself down to the ground and you hear the girl next to you let out a quiet gasp because yes, jungkook’s biceps just flexed we gET IT

“from there, we push up to a high plank-“ jungkook pushes himself up in one smooth movement “make sure to lengthen your tailbone to your heels- you should be able to feel the burn in your thighs…” jungkook also has very nice thighs in case that wasn’t mentioned earlier

“the dolphin pose is easy to get to from a high plank because all you have to do is bend your body like an upside down v-“ jungkook slowly bends to an upside down v “-and finally, the forearm plank that we’ll hold for… 30 seconds. everyone got it?”

a collective hum goes around the room and you literally want to sCREAM into the void

how?????? how the hELL are you supposed to bend your body like that????

you’re going to have to soak in the tub when you go home later

there’s no way you’re going to be able to do all of that without literally passing out

you know what

it’ll be fine

just don’t think too hard about it and you’ll be fine

but for the love of god

please try noT TO fall over again

1. chaturanga

so far so good

this is a loT harder than planking because you’re holding yourself up on your hands rather than your forearms

but you’re holding yourself up pretty well!!!

you give yourself a mental pat on the back

maybe yoga doES help with upper body strength after all

“looking good, ladies… if it gets too hard for you, feel free to lower your knees to the ground!” jungkook steps around the room and keeps his hands behind his back

he’s on the other side of the room but you kinda wish he was on youR side of the room to see you totally nAILING this the chatamango or whatever it’s called

2. high plank

you let out a breath of relief when jungkook calls the time and asks that everyone push themselves up into a high plank

which is basically the beginning pose of a push up but then you just hold yourself

you grin like a maniac because once again you are KILLING this move

your arms are starting to hurt a little bit and you feel your butt moving higher up into the air aka your body is starting to reject the high plank

“if you feel the burn in your core and your thighs, that means it’s working!” jungkook claps his hands together

it feels like someone’s holding a flamethrower to your stomach and your thighs and your eyes squeeze shut in discomfort

jungkook starts to head towards the back of the room where you are and you curse quietly

why couldn’t he have come over during the chuttabango?????

your arms start trembling slightly and you grit your teeth

jEsus

cALL THE TIME

CALL IT

“am i doing it right, jungkook?” ariel chirps and you raise your head to look over at her

jungkook turns to glance at her before nodding his head “yep!” he responds simply

“are- are you sure?” ariel stammers and you snort quietly when you see her push her butt up slightly “maybe you can help push me down-“

“okay, dolphin pose!”

3. dolphin pose

you let your eyes flutter shut and your eyes drop when you finally get yourself in the right position

you can’t help but wonder why this would be called the dolphin pose

maybe you’re supposed to make dolphin noises whiLE doing the post

“it’s y/n, right?” you jump in surprise when jungkook’s face appears riGht in front of yours

oH GOD

you look up at him from the position you’re in and you nearly choke

you’re probably as red as an apple right now anD you’re sure your high ponytail from earlier is now a sad droopy ponytail

it’s noT a good time for jungkook to see you

“uh, yes! yes, that’s me.” you’re not sure if you should get up or stay in this position and you shift slightly on your mat

“would you mind if i helped you a little bit?” he smiles kindly and you furrow your brows

“with what?” you turn your head as jungkook gets up to walk around so that he’s behind you

“it’s just that your back is a little too arched for my liking. is it okay if i…” you glance over your shoulder and your heart starts raCING when you see jungkook hovering his hands over you

“oh, uh, i guess?” you turn back to face the front

jungkook presses a hand to the small of your back before sliding it up your spine to straighten you out and you feel your entire face beginning to burn up when he leans in and bends down over you

he splays his hand in between your shoulder blades

“good, there we go… make sure to keep your ribcage and tummy really suCked in.” jungkook slides his hands down your sides and pulls you backwards a little

and then it happens

it happens

it

happens

your bum accidentally brushes up against his crotch

and then your foot slips slightly and you quite literally push RIGHT up against jungkook

you feel him freeze

well

now you’re going to have to leave the country and change your name

you’re tempted to burrow your face into the crook of your elbow to keep yourself from screaMING

“good!” jungkook clears his throat and gives the small of your back a pat “yep, that’s good! i, uh… everyone, feel free to move into the final position if you’d like! i… i will be right back!”

you press your lips together when you feel jungkook pull away from you before he’s scurrying off to the door

oh my god

your ass brushed up against his-

and then you puSHED BACK-

OH My god

you immediately flop down on your yoga mat and flip over so that you’re on your back

you’re panting slightly from the exertion of the exercises and you scrunch your nose in frustration

goOD ONE

“what do you mean you can’t come and pick me up?” you whine into the phone and plop down on the bench

you wince immediately

your ass and the backs of your thighs feel like someone beat you with a baseball bat and then set ur lower body on fire 

you keep your phone sandwiched between your ear and your shoulder as you move to put your shoes back on

class ended twenty-ish minutes ago so now you’re in the locker room changing out of your sweaty clothes

after jungkook got back from wherever it was he went he was like how about we end class eaRLy today

most people were disappointed even though he was only ending it like 5 minutes earlier

you noticed him watching you as you rolled up your mat but you could noT look him in the eye and you zipped out of there so quickly

u didn’t say goodbye either

what were you even supposed to say to him

‘hey, you remember when i like, pushed my ass up against you and arched my back? total accident! okay, see you next time!’

you shudder at the thought

jungkook probably thinks you’re a little pErv now

“i’m sorry!!!” namjoon sighs on the other end of the phone “i told you i had a date tonight bro”

“i know bRo but you said you didn’t have to pick her up til 7 and it’s only 5:45 so you have plenTy of time to swing by and pick me up then drive me home!!! c’mON it’s raining out please don’t make me take the bus home-“

“i’ll make it up to you somehow, okay?? by the way - i might not come home tonight if, uh… you know. if the date goes well.”

“so now you’re telling me that not only will i be eating dinner alone - i will also be in the apartment aLONE in the middle of a terrifying thunderstorm”

a beat of silence goes by

“…yep.”

you let out a huff and roll your eyes “alright, fine. have fun on your date. be safe. call me if you need anything.” you hang up and toss your phone into your duffel bag before pulling your sweatshirt on

you let out a quiet groan when you realize you didn’t even bring an umbrella with you

so now you’re probably going to catch a coLD

you push the swinging door open and step out of the locker room and swing your duffle bag over your shoulder while mentally planning which bus you should take home

the 44 will probably be super full right now considering it’s the end of the work day

maybe you can take the 78? but that one goes along the highway which means it’ll take longer to get home which is noT what you want

you turn the corner and-

“ooF-“ you immediately bump into someone haRd and flop backwards onto your soRE butt

ok OW

“oh god, sorry! are you okay??” you raise your head and your heart stops in your chest when you see that you’ve bumped into

oF course

of course you rammed right into jungkook

he’s changed out of his workout gear into a pair of distressed jeans and a loose white button up and uh..,,. he’s nevEr looked better

“i’m fine, don’t worry! i-i’m sorry, i wasn’t watching where i was going-“

“no, no! it’s my bad, i probably shouldn’t have been walking so close to the corner… here, lemme help you up-“

he holds his hand out for you and you take it graciously

you seriously didn’t realise how strong jungkook actually was because he helps you up in one swift movement and you end up stumbling into his chest agaIn

“you alright there?” jungkook laughs lightly and keeps holding your hand to keep you steady

okay

here’s the deal

this is definitely the first time he’s spoken to you outside of class

he won’t lie

he didn’t actually know you existed til like the second week of class but that’s because you’re always tucked away in the back of the classroom

it was that one time you had floPPed down to the ground and shattered the silence of the room that he noticed you and your…

baby blue leg warmers (and matching yoga mat)

(which you haven’t worn for a while and he can only assume it’s because the other girls in class don’t wear them) ((he wants u to wear them again because they seemed to make u happy)) 

and since then he’s always snuck a glance or two in your direction whenever you’re not looking

you’re always cracking jokes n stuff about the poses to the person next to you 

during the five minute breaks he always sees you snacking on a granola bar or some teddy grahams and you always offer your snacks to the other girls but they shut you down most of the time which makes him >:-(

he always wants to wander to your section of the room when he walks around but riGht as he gets near you someone else is calling for his help

so today in class was the first time he got to see you in action

your dolphin pose was actually pretty good but uh

he doesn’t want to be that guy

a part of him wanted to help straighten out your back as a good instructor and the other part of him wanted to see your butt in those tight yoga leggings as a Normal Hormonal Young Man (he was not disappointed at the sight)

he just wasn’t expecting his crotch to make contact with your ass which was why he had to duCk out for a couple of minutes

anyways

“ah, i’m good… sorry about that, seriously” you let out a nervous chuckle

this is awful

you literally can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye

“what are you still doing here? most people have already left” jungkook bends down and helps pick your bag up for you

you smile shyly and take it from him “uh, my roommate was supposed to come and pick me up but he’s actually going on a date so he just called to let me know that i had to take the bus home.” you snort and shake your head “i don’t have an umbrella either so facing that-“ you gesture towards the window where the rain is basically shooting quick fire bullets against the glass “is noT going to be very pleasant.”

you hear a rumble of thunder in the distance and you swallow thickly

thunderstorms are noT fun

“how about i drive you home?” jungkook blurts out and you turn to face him

you blink owlishly at him before shaking your head “oh gosh, i can’t- no, i’ll be fine! thank you for the offer, though…”

jungkook purses his lips before suddenly snatching your bag from your grasp “well, i just decided that i was going to drive you home, so…” he hums and throws your bag over his shoulder before turning on his heel and heading out the front door

“wha-“ you squawk before you move to foLLow jungkook “jungkook, you really don’t have to-“

“move your ass, y/l/n!” you hear the ding of the elevator and you walk faSter

you step into the elevator with jungkook and let out a playful huff “you really are something, you know?”

a moment of silence goes by

jungkook turns his head slightly and the corner of his mouth twitches up in a smirk

he wasn’t going to say anything but

fuck it

he clears his throat and steps a little closer to you “by the way-“

his fingers brush over yours and you feel a little zap

“you should probably buy me dinner first before grinding up against my crotch like that-“

you let out a groan

jesus CHRIST

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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[hymn2000]

Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only The Piano Player - MCU AU Fanfic - C18

(Previously Ideal Confusion)

Story summary: Giving into the constant pressure from the press, Tony decides to put a rest to the rumours that Peter is his biological son - once and for all.

Previous Chapter(s): 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, family conflict, adoption, DNA test(s), pressure, peer pressure, social issues, mentions of alcoholism, mental health problems, potentially some minor medical inaccuracies, corporal punishment, hurt/comfort

You can also find me on AO3

Chapter 18 - So Much To Prove

-

Peter stirred uncomfortably, whimpering as he woke up. It was dark - too dark. He’d fallen asleep so quickly that he hadn’t even turned the night light on. He whimpered again, tears pricking his eyes, and became aware of someone’s arms round him.

“Shh, it’s ok, I’ve got you”

Peter relaxed, somewhere between asleep and awake, pressing a hand against whoever was holding him, reassuring himself. He shifted slightly and slowly drifted back to sleep.

-

“Did I have a nightmare last night?” Peter asked Loki at breakfast.

“Surely you should know the answer to that one?” Loki said, putting his mug down.

“Well, I don’t always remember, especially when someone’s with me like you were”

Loki paused, quirking an eyebrow. “I didn’t go to you in the night, chick”

“Oh” Peter sat back, confused. “But then who..? Um...”

“Finish your toast. You don’t want to be late for school”

“I don’t know if I’m up to it”

“You are” he nodded at the door. “Blazer’s there when you need it”

-

Peter swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away from the car window.

“Did you and daddy talk last night?” 

“That’s none of your business” Tony said abruptly. “Don’t be so nosey”

‘A definite yes’, Peter thought. He looked at Tony, trying to figure him out. He was rubbish at hiding things, but he also neglected to talk about things that were most important, so sometimes the full effect got lost. 

“What are you staring at? You’re putting me off”

Peter shrugged and looked away. They were quiet until Tony parked up in front of the school.

“Try to have a normal day today, kid” Tony said. 

“What happened yesterday wasn’t my fault”

“I never said it was. Just don’t have a repeat, alright?”

Peter pouted at him. 

“Just be good, kid. Now go: you’re gonna be late”

“You’ve changed your tune”

Tony smacked his thigh, hard.

“OW! Dad!”

“Don’t be so cheeky. Now sling your hook”

Peter didn’t need to be asked twice. He grabbed his bag and stepped out of the car, all but slamming the door behind him. He didn’t have high hopes for the day ahead.

-

Malaki was on everyone’s minds and lips. There were a lot of rumours, and some of them were pretty worrying. Unfortunately, some of them were true, but, having not heard anything more from Malaki since the day before, Peter wasn’t sure about all of them. He didn’t really want to think about it.

Not that he had much choice in the matter. 

There were too many reminders. Almost everyone in the form had seen what had happened, and there were a lot of pale faces in the discussions. Peter turned round when the bell rang, looking at the conspicuously clean patch on the carpet, at Malaki’s empty seat - and Nigel’s too.

Flo rested a hand on Peter’s to get his attention.

“I think he’s gone and told the truth” she whispered. “I’m not entirely sure, though”

The door opened, making her jump, but it was just Ms Hathersage.

“Settle down, now!” she barked. “Well, well, well! It’s nice to see you all in one piece! Just about. How’s your head, Stark?”

Peter didn’t respond. He’d almost forgotten about his own injury. He probably would have done altogether if Loki hadn’t changed the dressing when he’d woken up. It seemed so insignificant, especially with Malaki in hospital.

-

Mr James’ practice room seemed like a refuge from the heavy stresses and talks of the morning.

“How’s your head?”

Peter shrugged.

“Yeah, I thought as much. Any news on your friend?”

Peter threw his bag down and plonked himself down at the piano, ignoring him. Mr James understood.

“Well, I’ve got some marking to do, so I’m taking this corner” he said, slinging his briefcase onto the little table. “It’s easier to focus in here. Less people knocking on the door, you see”

Peter nodded slightly, not really listening. He flexed his hands and tapped a few keys, not sure what to play. His head was all over the place: Malaki, Loki’s house search, leaving school, being Tony Stark’s biological son... He hadn’t even got his head around the first problem, let alone those that had followed. He didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to do about any of them. He didn’t really know how he felt about any of them either.

Well, he was worried about Malaki. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him. What if it was serious and he had long-lasting problems? He didn’t even know how he was now. He wasn’t sure it was his place to text and try to find out. Malaki’s phone could be dead, for a start, or he might be indisposed. There was nothing he could do, anyway.

Leaving school was just a fact of life now. He hadn’t had much time to, but if he really thought about it, he wasn’t really sure he wanted to leave anymore. He didn’t have any control over that either.

Loki’s house search was more confusing. Peter still wasn’t sure why Loki had lied and said he’d been asked to go back. Sure, they kept in touch, but why not tell Tony the truth? As much as he’d enjoyed his sabbatical, Peter wasn’t convinced he’d actually leave. But, Loki was nothing if not unpredictable. Besides, he’d heard his outburst about his time in hospital. Maybe the stress of that memory and not being able to talk about it was getting too much for him. If it was, maybe Scotland really did beckon. 

Some, everything was piling up, but those bloody DNA test results still felt like the biggest problem. Peter hadn’t had the television or radio on, or even checked his phone properly since the press release, but he could imagine all too well what was going off. He was still surprised no one had cornered him at the hospital about it.  It wasn’t the press that bothered him, though. Not really. What got to him, was the massive uncertainty that came with learning that the past you thought you knew was nothing but a fabrication. Plus, there was the whole issue of Tony seeming furious at the results one minute, and acting like they’d never had them the next. AND, on top of that, Tony and Loki were at odds, and Tony seemed to have started smacking again. Peter hoped what happened just before Loki rang Marco was an isolated incident, but he couldn’t be sure. His leg had throbbed for a good ten minutes after he’d been struck in the car that morning. He didn’t like the feeling that Tony might be taking his frustrations out on him. Sure, Loki had mentioned he was seeing someone to work through his problems, but he couldn’t be sure. Tony wasn’t great at the whole opening up thing.

-

“That was energetic”

Peter looked round at Mr James.

“Energetic. But sad” Mr James said. “It was good. You’ve always been good at the classics”

Peter turned back to the piano. He’d just played from the list on the wall, half-hearted but heavy-handed. Still, even then, he felt better for it.

“Did you do any playing last night?”

Peter shook his head.

“Can’t say I’m surprised. Tired?”

Peter shrugged.

“You’re quiet today” Mr James came over and stood beside him. “What’s burning in there today? We can have a little chat, if you like?”

Peter froze, reassured himself that it was only his parents who always used ‘chat’ to mean he was in trouble, and breathed out. He shook his head slightly.

“Well, I’m in the corner if you change your mind” Mr James said, squeezing his shoulder and returning to his table.

Peter was quiet a moment longer, before resting his hands on the keys and starting to play. Calm and light at first, and then a few heavy notes mixed in. He got into the rhythm, and soon started humming along under his breath. He felt safe in the funny little room, piano at his mercy, Mr James quiet in the corner.

He grew immersed in the music, his humming become more pronounced, a type of mumble of almost-words. And...

“-Caesar's had your troubles, widows had to cry. While mercenaries in cloisters si--ng; And the king must diiiiieee”

God, it felt so good to sing without worrying what people might think.

“Some men are better slaying sailors. Take my word and go.. But tell the ostler that his name was; the very first they chose”

Somehow, he was thinking of other things as he played. Mainly about school, and about what people might think if they overheard this. Oddly... well, he didn’t care. ‘Let them hear’ he thought, hammering out the final notes. He paused a moment, catching his breath, still on the same train of thought.

;Well’ he thought. ‘If anyone’s listening, I’ll give them something to listen to’

“You can never know what it's like.. Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice.. And there's a cold and lonely light that shines from you.. You will wind up like the wreck you hide, behind that mask you use”

He played it heavy, a little slower, much more Rocketman than Too Low For Zero. Mr James looked up from his papers, watching closely. 

“And did you think this fool could never win? Well look at me, I'm-a coming back again.. Got a taste of love, in a simple way, and if you need to know while I'm still standin’ you just fade a-way..”

Mr James stood up, carefully, slowly, not wanting to interrupt. Not yet.

“Don't you know? I'm still standing better than I ever did! Lookin’ like a true survivor -  feelin’ like a little kid. I'm still standin’ after all this time.. Picking up the pieces of my life, without you on my mind..”

Mr James put a hand on Peter’s shoulder, and he stopped abruptly. He swallowed, hands still on the keys, and slowly looked up at him, biting the inside of his lip.

“How do you feel about breaking the rules?”

-

Breaking the rules though it was, it felt right with it being a teachers idea. However, that didn’t help at the end of the day. At first, he still felt brilliant - incredible, energised, on cloud nine - but then the butterflies were replaced with moths, fluttering replaced with thudding, and he felt sick with nerves.

It wasn’t like Tony was going to find out, and, honestly, it wasn’t as though he’d really done anything wrong - but his father was so unpredictable right now that anything seemed to be a possibility.

“Not a bad lot of work for a Wednesday afternoon” Mr James said. “See you tomorrow, Master Parker-Stark”

“Thanks, s-sir”

“No problem. Well, you’d better be going. Bye now!”

Peter went out to the carpark, praying that it would be Loki, or even Happy, waiting for him.

No such luck.

“You took your time” Tony grumbled as Peter climbed into the car.

“Mr James’ lesson ran over” Peter said, not untruthfully.

“Mm” Tony said, obviously not listening. “Your father wants to have a word when we get back”

“Oh... About Scotland?”

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous!”

“I’m not!” Peter scowled. “Well, what is it about, then?”

“You and me. And... this” he gestured between the two of them. “I think”

“What could he know that we don’t? We’ve got the results, and you don’t remember my mother”

“We’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”

There was a short silence. 

“...Dad?

Tony sighed irritably. “What?”

“Do you regret getting us tested?”

“Just put your headphones in, kid”

“But-”

“But nothing! Put your bloody headphones in or I’ll smack you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week, understand?!”

He could have been bluffing - but Peter didn’t want to take that risk.

-

Loki sat Tony and Peter down at the kitchen table, much to Tony’s annoyance.

“Is this going to take long?”

“It takes as long as it takes!” Loki snapped.

There was a pause. Peter looked down at his hands. Loki sighed, and placed a brown A4 envelope down on the table.

“I don’t want you to get angry at me because of this. I didn’t really register at the time, and I’d honestly forgotten until I saw it today”

“What is it?” Tony asked.

Loki pushed the envelope towards Peter. “I think you should do this”

Peter hesitated. He didn’t like the feeling of them watching him, but he took the envelope nonetheless. It was thin, obviously not much to it. He slipped the piece of paper out of the envelope, turning it over and looking at it, reading it over. It all seemed pretty normal - aside from one thing.

“The birth certificate? I forgot you’d requested that. What’s the big deal?”

“Hand it to your father, Peter”

“Loki, I know what a birth certificate looks like. I don’t think-”

“Just read it, Tony”

Tony humoured him, taking the certificate from Peter. He glanced it over, and then stopped. His expression changed and there was silence as he set it down in the middle of the table. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking pained.

Peter swallowed hard, not that it helped. “What does it mean?”

Loki brought the certificate close, looking at the blank space where a father’s name should be.

“It means your mother knew”

*

[eerythingisshaka]

Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 4

[Black Panther x Insecure Crossover]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N:  I know I said this would be the last chapter buuuuut....stay tuned for more!

Molly grips the edge of the counter her sink rests in as she takes a deep breath.  She tries to concentrate on the patterns in her bathroom walls as Erik does his work between her legs.

“How you feelin?”  He asks, looking up at her with a slight smirk.

Molly bites her lip, thinking about how she couldn’t believe she happening.  “It’s good, so far.”

Erik nods.  “Bet.  Lift that other leg up a bit.  I ain’t tryna miss nothin, you know?”

He taps her inner thigh with the back of his hand until she got the message, spreading herself further.

“You ever do this before?”  Molly asked nervously.

Erik bobs his head here and there.  “Ehhh, only one time I remember a female being really down for it, but everyone else is like, offended and shit.”

Molly exhales in disbelief, “Aww, for real?  Tsk, this saves me some wrist strain.  It’s nice to be offered, cuz I definitely wasn’t askin, who would?  Just don’t do too much, being an Edward Scissorhands and shit.”

Erik flexed his dimples as he licked his lips in concentration of her center.  He had already put in most of the work already, he just wanted to get to her outer lips a little.

Taking the razor in one hand, he places one finger against her outer labia for a flatter surface area, dragging the blade along her skin with the grain.  The scratchy sound of the razor taking down the stubble is the soundtrack to the room as Molly holds her breath awaiting him to finish.  She wanted to stroke his locs, but figured that would mess up his flow.  He wipes the razor off, repeating the process until she was clean.  

Erik nods, surveying his work with pride.  “There’s more than one way to skin a cat, but I think this is my favorite.”

Molly looks down for herself, feeling her freshly shaved exterior.  “Yeahhh, look at that?  You ever thought about doing this professionally?”

Erik stands in front of Molly, doing his shrug with a silly face.  “I don’t think I have.  But when I look into it, you can write my recommendation, in detail.”

Their shared laughter slowly faded into blank expressions as Molly felt herself heat with anxiety.  She studied Erik’s eyes dilating, plush lips just inches from hers, she wasn’t quite sure how to proceed.

Erik licks his lips. “You wanna do somethin else, now?” his voice saturated with testosterone fueled bass.

Molly stares at him, eyes wide, swallowing to keep her voice steady.  “Uh, I think you wanted to watch somethin on the TV….right?”

Erik looks down Molly’s body before returning to her face.  “If that’s it, you may wanna bring that leg down again.”

Molly curses under her breath as she pulls her dress back down, crossing her ankles.  

Erik chuckles, “You actin shy NOW is too damn funny.  That’s cool though, I’m bout to head out.”

Molly looks after him heading out her bathroom door.  “Wha-what about a nightcap?  My Netflix list is really thick, if you still wanna chill!”  She gets up to go after him.

Erik picks his jacket off her couch walking for her front door.  “Nah, I ain’t really been into what’s available anyway.”

As Erik turns back to her once more, Molly rubs her arm, wondering how to leave their conversation.  “Um, well, thanks for the shape up?”

Erik flashed his golds, lookin at the floor, “Yeah, thanks for trusting me with a razor after a drink.”

Molly stands there until she squints at him suspiciously.  “And that’s really gonna be it?  My pussy was on full display, and you ain’t tryin shit?”

Erik cocks his head to the side. “You tryna see my dick to call it even?”

Molly wheezes with embarrassment.  “Whaaaaa? Who said that? Don’t try me, ol boy!”

Erik steps to Molly, lookin straight down in her face, “You don’t act like you ready to try a damn thing, witcha shy actin ass,”  Erik says, practically growling.

Molly, gulps again.  Soon as Erik closes in on her, she is a puddle.  “I just don’t know you for real, or what to expect, you know?  It’s-”

Erik shakes his head, “See, you already thinkin too much bout it.  I’m here, you here.  I’m cool, you fine as hell...and I know you think the same.”

Molly kisses her teeth, “Nigga, don’t flatter yourself.”

ERik raises an eyebrow, “I could see it for myself.  The towel was necessary back there-”

Molly pops him in his arm, hurting herself more than him.  “Whatever, boy!  Go on then, I’m good.”

“You good?”

Molly nods.

Erik leans his head down hovering over her mouth.  They look in each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity, before Molly closes the gap.  Slowly they sucked on each other’s lips, like ripened fruit.  Molly caught herself leaning into a little further than she consciously meant to, before Erik pulls back.

“Maybe you ain’t so shy.  We’ll see though.  Call me when you need another appointment, Moll.”

Molly closes the door after him, leaning on the doorframe, completely hot and bothered.  

----

“And that’s all that happened?”  Issa asks her incredulously over a stack of chicken and waffles.

Molly shrugs, pickin at her food, “Girl, that was it.  My snatch was all there for him to do what he wanted, but all he did was help a sistah out.”

“Well I wish a nigga would offer me some salon care if I needed to clear some brush.  That oughta be a requirement.”

Molly laughs, “Could you imagine niggas going to a trade school to learn that because that’s what needs to be done to get pussy?”

“Shit, they do that for cars, clothes, and shit.  Get some skills that are useful for once, save a bitch a dollar.”

“Right?  So….. I don’t know.  He told me to call him if I need a touch up.”  Molly says.

Issa looks at Molly suspiciously, “Now, did he really say that, cuz he startin to sound kinda….” her voice trails off as she wiggles her hand side to side.

Molly screws her face up, “No, dang!  It’s a euphemism, no doubt.  But, I don’t know….”

Issa shrugs, “I know you not gettin cold feet after he has literally played with ya pussy already.  Somethin backwards about that.”

Molly waves her hands, “I know!! It just seemed too intimate to do that and NOT have sex.  I ain’t ready to be wifin niggas up or nuthin.”

“Girl, I’m sure he playin you as hard as you playin him, so don’t think too much.  Just call him up cuz I know you hate clingy dudes, so make your plans.”

Molly pulls out her phone side eyeing Issa.  “Pssh, whatever, miss know-it-all.  Swear you know somebody life.”  Molly grumbles under her breath.  As she texts Erik, she asks Issa, “What about T’Challa though?  When’s your movie date?”

“Umm, supposed to be tomorrow.  And it’s not a date, it’s just...an outing between colleagues to blow off steam.”

Molly scoffs putting down her phone.  “Is that what we callin it these days?  Is that why you asked me about the vaginal rejuvenation buy one get one free promo on Groupon?”

Issa rolls her eyes.  “Female hygiene/reproductive health is important.”

“Bullshit, you gettin ya walls waxed for a slip and slide.”  Molly quips.

“Ok!  I don’t even know what he is down for.  He from the motherland and everything, he might be saving himself.”

Molly pauses, pressing her fist to her mouth.  “It is the biggest misconception that these foreign fools out here all high and mighty, chaste.  Sure there’s some, but TRUST men are men, across all borders.  Food and women:  serve it up, they eatin.”

Issa talks out the side of her mouth.  “Everyone ‘cept you apparently….”

“Aight you can pay your own meal if you wanna talk.”

“Nooo!  I love you!  You’re so great!  Pussy is bomb, sure he gon nom!”  Issa sings beggingly.

---

The evening of the associate outing with T’Challa was less than an hour away, and Issa took her place at the mirror.  Looking at her fiercest rival, herself, she catches a rhythm in her head and start bobbing, feelin herself.

Yo, I been peeped that you really feelin me.

So the next step oughta come quite  naturally.

You can make ya move, but remember I’m the driver.

Don’t want a minute man, don’t even think of gettin tired.

Movie popcorn too high priced, it’s really wack

So how about you try making this nani ya snack?

New name alert, you can her goldfish

Make this pussy smile back, dip in my well and make a wish--

Issa sighs heavily, “Why you so damn horny?”  she touches up her eyebrows as her phone goes off.  T’Challa texts her saying he is on the way to the theatre.  Issa confirms, saying she is too.  She spends another fifteen minutes touching up her face and taking pictures for the ‘gram before heading out in her car.  

Issa bops to her Frank Ocean, getting good vibes and feeling completely full and ready for this night.  It was really starting to feel like a stress reliever.

Suddenly a bump hits her tire.  Issa stills herself as her car rolls violently and rickety down the street.  The rhythmic plop of her tire with every rotation signaled she just made herself a flat tire.

“Shit, shit, nooo!”  Issa curses out loud as she pulled over to the first lear space she could find on the side of the road.  Getting out she begrudgingly surveyed the damage: completely flat.

“Fuck!  Why me!”  Issa yelled to the sky as she clopped over to lean on her car in frustration.  Alone in a cute outfit with brokedown transportation at night wasn’t the best situation for her to be in so she pulls her phone out to call T’Challa and cancel first.

He picks up on the first ring.  “Hello, Ms. Issa.  Are you close?”

Issa picks at the hem of her shorts.  “No, I gotta give you a raincheck, I’m sorry.”

T’Challa sighs disappointed.  “Ahh, did you have other plans then?”

Issa double checks her surroundings.  “I wish I did right now, but no I’m not trying to skip out, my car just gave up on me.”

“Oh, do you need a ride?”  T’Challa asks with a little more perkiness.

Issa pauses.  “Uh, I guess, if you don’t mind?  I don’t want to put you out since you’re already there.”

“Oh no!  It is ok.  Please, just let me know where you are.”  T’Challa says.

She can hear his keys jingling as she tells him her address, going back in her car to wait.

T’Challa’s car pulls up behind hers.  He gets out leaning on her driver’s side.  “That’s a nasty flat.”

Issa sighs, “I needed new tires anyway.  I was waiting for a bonus at work, but why not now, right?”

T’Challa looks at her empathetically, stroking his chin.  “Life has a funny way of doing things like that.”

Issa nods, looking at the time on her phone, groaning with disappointment.  “The movie already started.  We won’t get another showing for another two hours.  I knew I should’ve let you go on home instead of getting me, now that we can’t make the show.”

T’Challa wears a long face.  “I was really looking forward to that show about….the dog?”

Issa chuckles, “Yeeaah, that meets the robot and they save Wall Street?”

T’Challa smiles, the apples of his cheeks invading his facial structure.  “Ahh, an Oscar worthy film, indeed.   Shame to miss…..well at least let me take you home then.”  T’Challa opens her car door as he guides her to his.

“Thank you again, I really appreciate it.”  The ride to her house was quiet.  Issa wasn’t sure what to say since the night was presumably over, but it could also not be over.  She was a grown woman, without a curfew or a parent at home, who could tell her what not to do.  But she certainly didn’t feel comfortable enough to have him burn his gas to turn around and go somewhere else now.  Issa sneaks a look over a T’Challa concentrated on the road.  His arm outstretched, toned and shapely with not so humble muscles.  His long, knuckly hands grip the wheel, subtly massaging the rim.  Issa checks her phone to pass the time, coming up with a game plan as he pulls up to her spot.

He drops his hands to his lap, looking over at Issa.  “Well here we are, Ms. Issa.  If you want to go get your car in the morning, let me know.  I don’t mind at all helping out.  Do you have a spare?”

Issa shakes her head, “No...responsibility isn’t my strongest characteristic.”

T’Challa smirks, “I don’t see you that way at all.  You have many talents as I have seen, and you are a great help to me and the team.”

Issa cheeses, “Well, if you say so, I’ll take it!”

T’Challa leans his head on the headrest.  “It’s true, you are a smart woman.   That’s how I know we can be a success.  It’s not lost on me the cultural differences between me and the community here, but with you as a liason, I can make sure no one is offended or lost in my accent.”

Issa chuckles, “It’s all good.  That lady and her kids were really just looking for a fight.  People aren’t always at their best when accepting help so expect some struggle, but I hear you, no problem at all to bridge that gap.  As for the accent, keep that.  It’s a great ice breaker.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah.  People perk up to it automatically to listen closer, so if you have meaningful shit to say, it’ll land quicker.  Plus it’s sexy as…..”  Issa’s voice fades as she catches herself saying too much.

T’Challa tucks his lips and nods, looking ahead as they sit for a while in silence.  Issa cursed herself for getting too forward but also, it had to be said; or at least she convinced herself of that.  How else could she try to lay claim to him without a little flirting?  Issa wasn’t ready to call it a night, so she worked up some inner hood nerve.

“So, you wanna come up or nah?!”  Issa asked with a little too much bass in her voice.

T’Challa looked at her half like she was crazy but slowly smiled.  “You would like some company?”

Issa clears her throat nodding, “I mean, sure.  I’m reclaiming my time!  Just cuz we can’t see a new movie doesn’t mean we can’t hang out.  If you want to, you got the green light….”  Issa’s voice trails off as she studies T’Challa’s reaction.

He takes his keys out of the ignition.  “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Issa and T’Challa make their way up to her place, going in she turns on the light.  “Sorry for the mess.  I stay unprepared for company.”

T’Challa stands surveying the surroundings.  “Oh, it’s alright.  I’m just content to be invited.”

Issa picks some clothes off of the couch and cups from the table.  “Please, sit.  Do you drink?”

T’Challa sits, picking up a pillow, studying its design.  “Occasionally; I wouldn’t mind a glass.  Who is this?”

Issa pulls out a bottle looking back at him staring at the pillow.  “Oh that’s Frank Ocean.  Have you heard him?”

T’Challa shakes his head.  “No, but you must think highly of him.”

Issa screws her face up as she pours some cheap moscato.  “I mean, he cool.  I just really liked the pillow.”

T’Challa reads her reaction.  “You don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s cute.”

Issa nods and whispers a cheer to herself at being called cute as she walks the glasses over to him.  “Yeah, I’m a big music head.  Nicki Minaj is around here somewhere but she may be on time out anyway.  Gettin all loud and outta pocket.”  

T’Challa laughs into his glass as he sips.  “I see.  Well, it’s nice to see someone laying down the law in their home.”

Issa gulps her drink as his vice dropped to a sexy octave.  “Mhm!  That’s me!  All business round here.”

T’Challa leans forward putting his drink down.  “Well we aren’t on the clock now, thank goodness.  This week was very crazy.”

“The craziest!  But that should be a sign that it’s on the way for the better now.”

T’Challa turns to Issa, looking at her a little too long.  “Wise words from an attractive woman.”

Issa was internally screaming at this blunt response, but laughs it off to keep the mood light.  “Well the lighting in here is deceptive sometime, and I had a pimple this morning, so...”  

“No joke, don’t sell yourself short.”  T’Challa says as he leans towards Issa, who was not ready, but became completely ready to try him on.  They embrace slowly.  His lips plush against hers, his hands remain at a gentlemanly section of her leg as her heart beats out of her chest.  The associate outing just got a little personal.

Part 5

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prompt; came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot DD:

I don’t know WHY i completely butchered this prompt im sorry enjoy (also ive never written liam so forward this is new to me also im feelin it)

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When Louis had insisted last week that the two of them should join the gym and start working their bodies, Zayn had been dubious. One week later, when he’s covered in sweat, every muscle in his body aching, he is absolutely livid.

‘I can’t believe you made me pay to torture myself for two hours! You said I would enjoy it!’

Louis just sighs at him, flicking a towel over his shoulder. ‘Don’t be so dramatic, it’ll be easier tomorrow. You just have to get your body used to it.’

'Tomorrow? You’re insane if you think I’m coming here again.’

Louis shrugs into a sweater, and passes Zayn’s to him. 'You’ve paid for your membership, can’t just waste all that money can you,’ Louis reprimands, 'Plus I need company, and the whole point of training your body is that it gets easier over time. You’ll be more ready for this tomorrow.’

The next day, Zayn was ready.

It was late in the evening when they got to the gym, the sun had long before set and the sky outside was pitch black. It was the only time both of them were off work at the same time, and Louis decides that quality time should be spent at the gym.

When they get inside, Louis’ waxing on about cardio while climbing onto a treadmill and Zayn sits down on the one beside him but doesn’t turn it on.

'What the hell are you doing?’ Louis snaps, looking down at Zayn who was comfortably propped on the foot of the treadmill.

'Keepin’ you company.’ Zayn responds, tugging his gym bag closer to him. 'Trust me, it’s better for both of us this way.’

He unzips the bag and pulls out a bag of doritos, 'Don’t mind me, just do you thing.’ Zayn says, opening the packet noisily. 'I’m just going to sit here and look out for gorgeous sweaty blokes.’

Louis just rolls his eyes, putting his attention to his workout and slipping his earbuds in.

For the first half of the session, it was pretty uneventful, Zayn just spends his time catching up with some episodes on his phone and snacking on toffee popcorn. This was a much better gym session than yesterday’s, he doesn’t know why he didn’t just do this earlier.

His attention is drawn away from his phone when two boys around his age walk in, the taller curly-haired one biting back a laugh when his eyes land on Zayn, surrounded by sugary snacks.

'Now that, I can get behind.’ He says to his friend, pointing a thumb over his shoulder as they walk past him.

'Shut up and get on the weights, Harry.’ The other one says. Zayn cranes his neck a little to get a better look at the friend who was being shadowed by Harry, and he’s positively drooling when he sees the back of a tight black tank too stretched over broad shoulders.

Zayn takes a sip of his chocolate milk to calm himself.

He learns a little while later, as the two friends talk to each other while lifting weights, that Gorgeous Muscled Dude is called Liam.

Zayn isn’t daydreaming about sighing that name into the other man’s mouth with a hand tucked between his thighs, he isn’t.

He is however, half an hour later, supporting a semi in his gym shorts when Liam starts doing pushups, and Zayn isn’t creepily watching him, Liam was in his line of sight constantly and he had no where else to look.

Liams bare shoulders were shining with sweat as the material of his top strained against his back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he focused on his task.

His biceps were bulging and flexing sinfully, his skin tan and taught and delicious. Zayn thinks about how easily he could be man-handled by him as arousal tugs at his stomach.

'You done creepin’ on random dudes?’ Louis asks, flopping down beside him, his cheeks pink from exertion.

'Nah, still browsing.’ Zayn hums in response, popping a red Gummy Bear in his mouth. He chokes on it a little when Liam holds one arm behind his back and proceeds to do one-armed pushups.

'Damn,’ Louis whistles, 'You think he’ll give me pointers?’ He asks as he grabs Zayn’s sweets and shoves a handful in his mouth.

'You think he’ll give me his dick?’ Zayn counters.

'You’ve been ogling him very indiscreetly for the last hour, we’ll just have to see what he does with all this attention.’

Zayn stands by the benches in a secluded corner of the changing room as he waits for Louis to shower. He considers sitting down, but the varnished wood was covered in a layer of water or possibly sweat, and he wasn’t about to risk it.

'Hey.’

Zayn’s head snaps up from where he was longingly staring at the bench, and is met with a pair of familiar brown eyes.

Liam looks like he’s holding back an amused smile as he stops in front of Zayn, throwing his towel ober his shoulder and oh god – it’s never that hot when somebody else does it.

'Hi,’ Zayn manages to get out.

'Was wondering if you could help me out a little?’ Liam asks, and there’s something confident and knowing in his eyes. Zayn wishes he was more subtle with his ogling, because he was very much about to get chewed out for it.

Zayn just nods rapidly, trying to lean his arm back onto the tiled wall, but it’s wet and his elbow slips a little, so he’s back to standing upright with an embarrassed tint in his cheeks.

'See, I went a bit over-board with my workout today, I don’t usually like to push my mself too far but,’ Liam pauses, his eyes flickering from Zayn’s face to his chest, and then back up again. 'Felt as if I had an audience, you know?’

Zayn’s cheek burn with embarrassment but somehow that doesn’t stop the arousal pooling at the bottom of his stomach.

'So I worked to impress, and now I’m seeing black dots in my vision because my glucose levels have dropped.’ Liam moves forward ever so slightly, and Zayn swallows as he leans back on the wall to create some dostance between them. 'Any idea where I can get some sugar from?’

Zayn blinks at him for a second, because just a moment ago he was certain Liam was moving to him and now he isn’t quite certain, what if he really just needed some sugar so he doesn’t pass out on his way home? Zayn panics for a second, thinking about what sugary snacks he has left in his bag, but then Liam moves closer again, so close that their chests were almost pressed together.

He moves one leg in between Zayn’s, who sucks in a sharp breath at the contact, jutting forward a little for more friction.

Liam’s face was only inches apart now, and he moves slow enough that Zayn almost wants to grab him by his shirt and push their mouth together.

Liam is more tactful, though. His lips barely bursh against Zayn’s who lets out a little shuddering breath, then he pushes his tongue out and into Zayn’s mouth, licking the roof of his mouth in one swipe and pulling back again.

‘Strawberry,’ Liam notes, licking his own lips. 'Tastes good.’

'Gummy bears,’ Zayn blurts out out, and Liam smiles at him, amused.

'Think that’s enough sweet for me?’ Liam asks, bracing both of his hands either side of Zayn, hands pressed against the tiles.

'No,’ Zayn responds, almost desperately.

Liam smirks, making a humming noise as if to consider this.

Zayn makes an impatient noise, and he doesn’t know where he gets the courage from (probably from being trapped against the wall by the most attractive guy he’s ever seen) and leans forward to slot their mouths together.

Liam laughs into his mouth, putting his hands either side of Zayn’s face and kissing him with a filthy amount of tongue. He rolls his leg around Zayn’s crotch, eliciting an embarrassing whine from the boy.

'Liam, by the way.’ He says, pulling away from Zayn breathlessly. 'I don’t do gym hookups, usually.’

'Zayn.’ He replies. 'And I don’t do gym. At all.’

Liam grins at him, all pearly white teeth with wet pink lips stretched over them. He nips at Zayn’s jaw, Liam’s teeth dragging across his skin before he moves up to his mouth again, kissing him and licking at his tongue.

'Feeling better?’ Zayn asks with a smirk, when Liam pulls off him.

'Much better, yeah.’ He responds, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

His eyes drop to Zayn’s crotch then, where the bulge in his shorts was becoming increasingly obvious.

'Can’t leave you here high and dry then, can I?’

'No definitely, not.’ Zayn reorts, and his new found confidence makes another reappearance as he puts his hands on Liams shoulders (and swoons internally because they are are smooth and hard as the look) and pushes him backwards gently until they stumble into a shower stall.

Liam’s mouth is on his immediately, crowding him into a corner and digging his fingers into Zayn’s sides.

Zayn hisses out a gasp when Liam drags a finger across the waistband of his shorts teasingly before he dips his hand inside.

He cups Zayn’s cock from outside his boxers, squeezing slightly until he lets out a desperate keening sound.

'You were fantasising about this, weren’t you?’ Liam lets out gruffly into Zayn’s neck, sinking his teeth in gently.

'Yes -fuck, just-’ Zayn gets out breathlessly, ’Please,’

'Please, what?’ Liam asks, his voice sweet.

'Your hands-’ Zayn says desperately, as he grabs the waistband of his boxers with his shorts and pulls them down together.

Liam lets out a quiet breath of an amused laugh against his skin, before he wraps his hand around Zayn’s bare cock. His thumb swipes at the pre-come gathered at the head, and he spreads it across his dick as he starts tugging at his legnth.

'Fuck,’ Zayn groans, as Liam finds his pace and pumps his cock in a quick rhythm.

His breathless moans and Liam’s laboured breathing bounce around the little stall until Zayn let’s out a moan and Liam slaps a hand over his mouth to shush him.

He feels the bottom of his stomach tighten, and he bites down on the fleshy part of Liam’s palm to hold back the noise that threatens to escape him as his orgasm washes over him.

Liam moves his hand from his mouth and Zayn lets out a loud breathless gasp, slumping against the wall.

He shimmies his pants back on, as Liam runs the tap to tidy himself, a satisfied smirk on his face.

'What was that you said about gym hookups?’ Zayn asks, his voice sounding more shattered than he expected.

'You gave me the shot of sugar I needed, so I owed you, didn’t I?’

Zayn huffs out a laugh, unlocking the door and letting them out.

Louis stands on the other side of the room by the sink, his eyebrows raised and arms crossed over his chest.

'Really, Zayn?’ He asks, his eyes going from him to Liam.

Liam’s curly haired friend is by the benches, a blush on his cheeks as he eyes the two of them skeptically.

'Hey,’ Liam turns out thrns to him, 'Maybe we can do this again, without our mates as spectators.’

'Oh,’ Zayn says, his brows raised in surprise. 'Yes, definitely, that would be nice.’

'Oh, I will be there.’ Louis interrupts sharply. 'And I will be spectating.’

[shatteringzimmermann]

part 10

if only i wrote this much this quickly for my original fiction.

2.2k! juuuust shy of 20k with this update. There’s still a lot of time i want to cover so we’re def gonna hit at least 30 but no promises i’ll stop there.

Parts One & Two  /  Part Three  /  Part Four  /  Part Five  /  Part Six  /  Part Seven  /   Part Eight  /   Part Nine  / 

“I’m sorry,” Jack mumbled sometime later. They were in bed properly, bodies tucked under the covers and Jack’s head tucked under Eric’s chin. In the dim light Jack could see the goosebumps that rose on Eric’s collarbone every time he exhaled.

“Hush now. No one gets to decide when their emotions are gonna hit. Do you want more water?” he gestured to the fresh glass and the biscuit Shitty had brought in and left on the table behind Jack. “You’ve gotta be dehydrated from that jag.” Eric pulled away to reach for the water, making Jack groan. “Oh stop it, you silly man. You’re gonna make that headache worse and I know it’s gotta hurt somethin’ sinful right now.”

 He was right, so Jack sat up gingerly and drank down the glass. The moment it was back on the table Jack pulled Eric close.

 So much of Jack was warm. Not in the sense of peeling off his shirt and sweats, though with Eric’s added body heat it was a little too much. Jack clenched and flexed the fingers of his left hand. He groaned at the pain that radiated down from his shoulder, but that was it. The icy discomfort that had been eating at him for so long was…gone. Instead Jack felt as if his core was made of something light and airy.

 Breathing in Eric’s scent Jack labeled this feeling joy and decided he never wanted to let it go. He grasped Eric’s shirt in his hand and pressed himself closer. With the fabric in his hand he paused. “Is this my shirt?”

 “Oh, um, yes?” A pink flush slid across Eric’s skin. “I was just so worried, you see, so when Lardo went back to our apartment she grabbed it for me.”

 “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

 “Goodness, Jack. I don’t think you should be apologizing for some idiot nearly breaking your neck. None of it was your fault!”

 “No, no, I mean before that.” Jack shrugged, hoping that acting nonchalant would make him actually feel nonchalant. “For not texting back and stuff.”

 “And stuff?” Eric echoed. Jack could hear the smile in his voice but still pulled back to see his face.

 In the candlelight Eric looked like a Renaissance painting: soft, inviting, perfect. Jack wondered if touching him would smudge any still-damp paint, ruining the final product with the wild desperation he’d been fighting for over a week.

 “And stuff?” he prompted again.

 “Yeah. Eh, like, letting Lardo call you that day and barging in on your conversation. And for just being a crappy person, I guess.” He filled Eric in on what he’d done to avoid running into him in public.

 “Mr. Zimmermann,” Eric started, and Jack wanted to hear him say that every day for the rest of his life. “We already talked about the video call and you know you’re forgiven, so I hope you’ll be able to let that go soon so it’s not hangin’ on you. And if it makes you feel better, you wouldn’t have run into me anyway. I’m usually up much after that and spend a lot of time on my computer. Indoors, and away from any beautiful men I’d be completely distracted by.”

 This time it was Jack who blushed. He looked down and traced the letters on Eric’s – his – shirt. The bottom hem must hang past mid-thigh, he figured, if Eric were standing. He didn’t notice when Eric had come to him earlier but the man was proportioned exactly like his- their- dreams.

 “Sorry,” Eric said.

 Jack looked back up, a question on his face.

 “I think…when you’re feelin’ better, of course, we need to sit down and talk about what we want from this. If,” he hesitated, biting at his lip. “If anything. Right now we will do whatever we need to do to help you get better, but I wanna make sure we’re on the same page after that.

 Jack had read every page of so many books and he was so desperate to know what words Eric was reading at this exact moment. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” His voice was barely a whisper.

 Eric shook his head. “Not like that, no. Lord, Jack, please don’t look at me like that, you have no idea-” He broke off with a frustrated groan. Moving to grasp Jack’s wrist, Eric flattened his hand against the letters he’d been tracing. The thrum of Eric’s heart under his palm brushed away the crumbled bits of that shield Jack had tried so hard to create.

 Jack memorized as much as he could- the way Eric was looking at him with those beautiful eyes, the pressure of his hand, the floral shampoo and honey scent that seemed to find Jack anywhere. Eric’s breathing was normal but his heart seemed to be pounding under Jack’s hand.

 “I’m not gonna say too much ‘cause this is definitely not a conversation to be havin’ with a concussion,” he repeated. “But there’s something there. There’s something between us that I want to understand. I’ve never been so drawn to someone like this before.” His eyes darted to Jack’s and up to the candle. “I don’t know if you feel the same but I don’t want you worryin’ your already hurt head with such thoughts.”

 “I want to take you on a date,” Jack said. He hadn’t been expecting to say that, because really he wanted to kiss Eric and see if he tasted like honey too, but a date seemed like a better first step.

 The curve of Eric’s lips was so enticing that Jack nearly kissed him anyway.

 “I’d like that.”

 “But you’re sure though, that this,” he wiggled his fingers against Eric’s chest and nudged his ankle against his where they were linked under the covers, “is okay?”

 “Well I do have to say that it’s a little weird to be in bed and still wearing socks but that’s about the limit of my discomfort.”

 When Jack smiled Eric’s eyes dropped to his mouth. Jack’s stomach chose that moment to rumble again, making Eric laugh and Jack wondered if he was hungry for food or for the continued closeness of this maybe hope. Still, he let Eric sit up and give him flakey layers of the best biscuit he’d ever eaten.

 “I’m sure this isn’t exactly in your nutrition plan-”

 “I’m a professional hockey player,” Jack replied. “I can eat anything I want to as long as I’m not stupid about it.”

 “What is considered stupid?” Eric asked, peeling another heavenly layer.

 “An entire keg in one sitting,” Jack offered. “Three XXL pizzas with half a dozen toppings each.”

 “Good God. Please tell me that wasn’t you.”

 Jack shook his head, wincing at his neck. He probably should have iced it. “The beer was Reynauld and the pizzas were Tater.”

 Eric stifled a laugh. “I can totally see Tater doin’ that,” he said. “I don’t know Reynauld though.”

 He wanted to tell Eric to not quiet his laughter. Jack wanted to know what it sounded like. He didn’t though, he only talked of his teammates until his eyes drooped. He was mostly asleep when he felt soft lips press against his forehead and a strong arm rest across his ribs, pulling him close.

  The sun was glowing behind Jack’s curtains when he woke. He’d shifted in the night so that his head wasn’t level with Eric’s chin anymore. Instead they were eye to closed eye. Eric was curled on his stomach with his feet still tangled with Jack’s. His breathing was even and deep.

 Jack couldn’t smell much still. He slid his hand under the covers until he found Eric’s wound in the blankets. The movement made his neck and shoulder ache but as long as he didn’t actually lift his arm it was manageable. Gently, he slid his fingers between the fabric and Eric’s warm palm. He shifted a bit at Jack’s ministrations but didn’t wake. Maybe it was a trick of the dim light or the concussion, but Jack swore Eric’s lips pulled into the tiniest smile as he slept.

 It couldn’t have been much longer until Eric shifted again, his finger’s tightening around Jacks. When he opened his eyes that kind-of smile turned into a real one.

 “Mornin’,” he mumbled.

 After so many years on the road, rooming with various teammates, Jack knew the sound of a man newly awake. The way their voices were somehow so much deeper without trying to be. The rawness of their speech and the way it had the potential to make Jack’s very bones yearn to pull them close, turn out the light, and let the world continue without them for a few hours.

 The feeling hadn’t happened in years and even then, it had only been once before. Jack was glad the lights were already out and he knew the world at large already didn’t care that he was downed by a concussion. He pulled his hand from Eric’s and carefully pressed it against his check. Eric’s skin was supple and soft against Jack’s scratchy callouses. He stiffened slightly, enough that Jack pulled away. Eric grabbed Jack’s hand.

 “I don’t want you to do something you might regret when you’re not concussed,” he whispered. “Hell, I don’t want to force you into something regrettable ever.

 Jack had a sudden flashback to that campfire dream where whispered truths were the only thing worth listening to. Where he heard Eric’s name for the first time, where he knew the hope growing inside him might have a permanent place in his life one day.

 “I’m scared you’ll find out how much of a mess I am and never want to see me again,” Jack replied softly.

 Eric laced his fingers with Jack’s. “I could say the same ‘bout me.”

 “Not possible.”

 “Jack, we don’t even actually know each other. You could end up hating me.”

 “Is that the truth for any relationship though?” he pointed out.

 “Maybe,” Eric conceded. “But that’s why I want to talk when you’re feelin’ better. Set ground rules, blah blah.”

 “What kind of rules?” He pulled himself forward until his nose brushed against Eric’s. His breath hitched but he didn’t pull away.

 “Lord, Jack. You ain’t gonna make this easy are you.”

 Jack hummed. “Might as well learn that now.”

 Eric’s hand threaded through Jack’s hair but didn’t push him away. “We can’t do anything until you’re better, okay?”

 He groaned. “But I really wanna kiss you.”

 “I know, darlin’, and I really wanna kiss you too. But if I’ve learned anything from Shitty it’s knowing when to take a step back and breathe.”

 “Just one kiss?”

 “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that, right?”

 “Mmm…good.” Jack winced as he lifted his hand onto Eric’s hip.

 “See?” Eric pointed out. He was still breathless with Jack that close. He moved his hand to gently brush against the wrecked muscles. “You need more pain medication. I should get up and get it for you.” He licked his lips. “I’m… I’m gonna do that now, okay?”

 “No.”

 Eric huffed a laugh that brushed Jack’s mouth. “Charmer.”

 He eventually pulled away after lingering a few quiet, tense moments longer than he needed to. Sitting up, he flicked his wrist and his face lit up from his watch. “Goodness, it’s already near ten.” When he turned to look at Jack he realized Jack had buried his face in his pillow. “Oh shit,” he said, quickly covering up the brightness of his watch. “I’m so sorry.”

 “’s okay,” Jack mumbled. It still awoke the throbbing in his head to a level he couldn’t ignore anymore. It radiated down his spine and through his damn shoulder and he just wanted it to stop.

 Eric was back moments or minutes later with water and his meds. Jack groaned as he sat up but obediently swallowed the pills. He lay down on his back, eyes closed and wishing for some level of unconsciousness until the meds kicked in.

 “Do you want some food?” Eric whispered.

 “Non.”

 Fingers brushed the hair away from his face. Jack turned so Eric’s palm cupped his cheek. It was colder than he was expecting but felt wonderful.

 “Oh, here, I got you some ice for your neck. I know you can’t see it but it’s turnin’ like a damn rainbow.”

 Jack groaned. “Great.” He hissed when the towel-wrapped pack pressed against the tender skin.

 “We should have done this earlier,” he admitted, “but we were more worried about the concussion than the bruising once we knew nothing was broken. You’ll be right as rain soon,” Eric promised. He began to pull away but stopped when Jack let out a noise that might have been a whimper. “Are you o-”

 “Stay.” Eric had said we like this mattered to him, like one day it wouldn’t mean Lardo-and-Shitty-and-Eric taking care of Jack but Eric-and-Jack taking care of each other.

 Even with his eyes closed he could feel Eric’s gaze dart over him: his eyes, his injured neck, the rise and fall of his chest.

 “One minute and I’ll be back, okay?”

 Jack grunted softly. Eric’s hand disappeared. Light flared and was gone as he quickly slipped out of the room.

 Jack was in and out of sleep for what could have been moments, minutes, or hours. He clenched his good hand in the covers like it would anchor him to the bed. At some point Eric returned and replaced the blankets with his hand and Jack finally felt like his feet weren’t about to touch the ceiling.

 “Sleep,” Eric whispered in his ear as he settled in close. “I got you.”

[inkyleaf]

TG 137: Gains (M2F + RC)

            New semester, new me! Andrew thought to himself as he walked into a small gym tucked in an alley. Tired of being a generic stick figure, he figured it was time to boost his fitness while he was still nearing his prime. I’m gonna look good, feel good, maybe even be popular… Andrew flashed his membership card to the gym’s staff for the first time – the fact that he’d already bought it further motivated him to see his goal through. The man behind the counter nodded in approval.

            As Andrew moved toward a workout room, the counter attendant called out to him. He was Korean, and the way he tried communicating made it clear that he didn’t speak much English. The man fumbled under the desk for a few seconds before pulling out a small plastic bottle, then handed it to Andrew.

            “Thank you,” the man said with a bow. “Thanks,” Andrew replied instinctively, then unscrewed the cap. Smells like protein. This must be a membership’s benefits! he thought, happy that his first day had kicked off to a running start. Andrew took it slow, starting his exercise with a few stretches that led into dumbbell lifting. Due to his lack of stamina, he only lasted ten minutes before getting parched.

            “Phew,” Andrew sighed in satisfaction. He reached for his water bottle, but then wondered if this was the appropriate time to drink the protein. Do I drink this after everything, or in between reps…? He didn’t give it much thought and decided to take a sip of his complimentary drink. “Hnngh…!” Andrew’s tongue seized up, not expecting the shake to taste so bitter. It felt like he was forcing wet sand down his throat as he slowly drank. Once he had enough, he soothed himself with some water, coughing the horrid taste out of his mouth as much as he could.

            After a brief recovery, Andrew looked at himself in the mirror and clenched his fist, feeling energy start to build up in him. “I-I feel pretty great for some reason,” he mumbled, walking over to one of the machines to continue his arm workout. He did reps for 15 minutes before going for another drink of his protein and water, and continued the cycle for over an hour before finally wearing out.             “What a workout,” Andrew panted to himself as he walked home. “Did way better than I thought, and I’m already looking a bit thicker,” he commented, looking at his biceps. They were sore, yet glowed with an aura of improvement. Before he fell asleep later that night, he thought about the free protein shake that he was provided and how it was probably the reason he was able to last so long. Man, hope that wasn’t a one-time deal.

            Andrew hit the gym the next morning, impressing himself with how early he was on his feet. He threw a tank top on – something he almost never wore – and a pair of shorts, eager to begin working on his core. “Hey, do you guys give away more of that protein stuff?” Andrew asked the counter attendant – a different Korean employee. He handed Andrew another bottle with a silent smile and bow.

            Andrew tried to push himself on his first set of reps, but tired out before five minutes passed. “Aagh, damn, so soon,” he huffed, reaching for his protein bottle. After churning some of it down his throat, his energy and stamina gained noticeable improvements like yesterday. This is more like it, he thought after doing two 10-minute reps on a machine to strengthen his legs and core. Afterward, he decided to try a relaxing jog on the treadmill after another sip of protein.

            Man, this is so awesome, Andrew thought as he wiped sweat from his forehead. I’m lookin’ good, I’m feelin’ good, and I’m only gettin’ better. He found himself constantly increasing the treadmill’s speed until he was practically running. It wasn’t long before he was drenched in sweat. O-ow. Andrew flinched as he vigorously dried himself off after his run – his body hair was wiped with his sweat, leaving his face and limbs stinging with sensitive skin. His stomach gurgled as he felt a light erection start to pop. Maybe I just gotta get this outta me, he thought, panting his way to the restroom.

            Andrew’s stomach rumbled again as he sat on a toilet and dropped his pants. “Oooh yeah, break time,” he groaned, holding his dick in one hand. He took one last sip of his protein before putting the bottle down, feeling a pulse in his penis as it slid down his throat. His ass and midriff noticeably tightened as he masturbated, but he assumed it was a natural feeling after all the work he had done. “Aaahh…” he breathed as he climaxed quickly, not wanting to stick around in a public restroom. As he cleaned himself up with toilet paper, he didn’t feel his testicles begin to shrivel.

            Andrew radiated confidence for the rest of the day. Unbeknownst to him, his body had toned much faster than it should have for two days of working out. Girls smiled at him and even other guys seemed impressed with his physique. His body continued to improve even as he slept. By the time he woke up, his skinny body was completely padded with light, yet admirable muscles.

            The moment Andrew opened his eyes the next morning, he was dressed and on his way to the gym before even thinking about using the restroom, wearing another tank top and even shorter shorts. More, more, more,was all he could think when he had realized how fit he’d become. “Can I get some more?” Andrew asked the Korean attendant after receiving his protein. The employee happily gave him another bottle.

            Andrew began his workout with some push-ups and maintained proper form through unsettling cramps that began to plague his lower body. He tried stretching between reps to ease the pain, but didn’t worry too much about it when it proved futile. Feelin’ the burn, feelin’ the burn, he thought until his arms suddenly buckled in the middle of a push-up.

            “Shit, I just started, too,” Andrew said through gritted teeth, laying on his chest. The flesh on his arms began to crawl. He watched in silence as his biceps inflated with more muscle, growing before his own eyes. His fingers twitched as their shapes slenderized. Although it was impossible to tell due to his muscles, his arms were rapidly feminizing.

            Andrew sat up and chugged some protein. He didn’t understand what was happening, but his lust for exercise only grew. The uncomfortable tightening feeling between his legs convinced him that he needed to do more stretching. A warm sensation bubbled in his pelvis as he got in the position to attempt a split. The penis that had withered into a two-inch knob stiffened as his legs spread. Andrew was panting as his body slowly inched toward the ground. He pawed at his groin as his genitals were fully absorbed. By the time he had completed his split, the lack of male organs became obvious.

            “Oh fuck… Aaawh yeah…” Andrew breathed, too hypnotized by his building pleasure to question losing his dick. His eyes darted back and forth, hoping to avoid being spotted as he teased his clit through his shorts. The flesh on his legs rippled as more muscle began to tone them, similar to his beefy arms. His thighs elongated and filled with feminine fat that bolstered his leg muscles, and his feet squirmed in his shoes, compacting to fit dainty ankles.

            Andrew bolted to the restroom as soon as his legs finished reshaping, chugging more protein on the way. With loaded breaths, he almost completely tore his shorts and underwear as he threw them off, revealing his tight, dripping pussy. He slapped it a few times before probing, craving to see how much of a beating it could take. Two fingers slipped in with ease, and the strange initial discomfort Andrew felt as he went for more only made him hornier.

            Within minutes, Andrew was almost able to fist herself. More cramps hit her stomach as new internal organs developed, and her core strengthened into a light six-pack as her waist slimmed. She could barely hear the wet schlicksand schlurps over her breathing. The final wave of muscle growth hit Andrew’s chest while she masturbated. Her pecs were puffed out, hard and firm, but gained softness as more flesh accumulated. Sweat rolled down her nipples as they stretched and grew.

            The muscles surrounding Andrew’s chest were almost as big as the breasts that blossomed over several minutes. The tender things bounced all around, as Andrew didn’t slow down to think about them. Her body writhed as she approached her climax. Her bottom lip trembled as her jaw crunched and rounded with her shrinking chin.

            “Aa-AH!” Andrew shrieked, feeling the bridge of her nose collapse into her face while her cheekbones simultaneously rose, straining her skin. “Ahh, ahh, ahh,” she breathed steadily. She kicked her legs all around the air during her orgasm, but her liveliness began to wane as her transformation neared completion. A light, golden tan filled her pale body during her final hand thrusts, splashing sweat and vaginal fluid all over the floor. Her nipples and pussy tingled, becoming noticeably darker as oriental blood began flowing through Andrew’s body. Her eyelids fluttered open after she wiped the sweat away from them, immediately feeling her small eyelashes bat around her eyes’ new almond shape.

            “W-what happened,” Andrew groaned, laboriously standing up. The weight of her head threw her off balance – she hadn’t noticed that her short blonde hair had blackened and grown down way past her shoulders! She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror – she wasn’t just fit, she was an absolutely ripped Korean woman. Her face was attractive and delicate like any other, but large, sexy muscles billowed around her entire body.

            “Oh my God,” Andrew breathed, noticing her accent. She touched a finger to her face and couldn’t help but laugh at her appearance. “That’s me?” She turned and moved her body, watching her reflection. “Yeah!” she said with a flex. Feeling her own immense strength was almost enough to intoxicate her again. She felt pure power with every step she took, too pleased with the sensation to even care about losing her gender.

            After ten minutes of cleaning herself off and redressing, she stepped back into the gym. Everyone she walked by turned their heads to look, and there was no way she could blame them. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen you before.” “Are you new here?” “Damn girl, you think you can train me?” were among the comments she heard. Flustered by the pressure, Andrew returned home to contemplate her situation, finishing her protein drinks on the way.

            Andrew’s cheerful confidence returned once she had solitude and a cool head. “How did this happen?” she constantly asked herself with a smile. She explored herself and flexed and posed in the mirror for hours, indulging in her insanely unique body. Once she had a mind to go back outside later that evening, she beamed at everyone who took a long look at her.

            Andrew adapted quickly, not hesitating to fill her wardrobe with new clothing that night. She even tossed in a few pieces of makeup, eager to delve into womanhood. She fell asleep from unexpected exhaustion after trying on a couple of clothes. Her addiction to exercise subdued into a newfound passion. She continued to hit the gym early every day, and only took one bottle protein each time. She made new friends and gained many admirers alarmingly fast due to her radical appearance.

            A week later, Andrew, now known as Yu Kyung, visited the gym during the evening one day. Despite loving her new life, frustration had been welling inside of her for several days. She wanted to get stronger instead of simply maintaining her ripped bod.

            “Hey, we’re closing up,” one of the gym employees called – a muscular Korean male. He peered inside the room. Yu was the only one there, preparing to deadlift a barbell in an attempt to surpass her limits. “Hey, you gotta le-” the employee started, cutting himself off when he noticed Yu’s appearance. He cleared his throat, then continued: “We’re closed. You gotta leave.” He walked toward Yu to start putting the weights away.

            “Not yet, c’mon!” Yu protested. “I didn’t get to be here very much today!” “I’m sorry,” the employee began, “Come back tomorrow.” Yu’s and the employee’s eyes darted back and forth from one another. They were both clearly attracted to each other, and Yu had barely considered herself to be warmed up. Starting to remember how she felt during the day of her transformation, she came up with an idea.

            “Hey,” Yu cooed, sidling up to the man. “Let’s do it. Right here. Fuck me as hard as you can,” she purred, tracing her fingers around the man’s bare biceps. “W-what?!” he stammered through a face as red as a brick. Yu’s other hand slid down to the man’s dick. She could feel it rapidly erecting. “Don’t make me beg…” Yu breathed, going in for a slow, passionate kiss. The man began to reciprocate without another word.

            The tight tank tops and shorts were ripped off. Not waiting for the man to take action, Yu shoved him to the ground, then fondled his dick before slowly sitting down on it, whimpering in pleasure and anxiety. Right when she thought she’d gotten used to being a woman, feeling a 7-inch cock throb inside of her sent chills of foreign pleasure up her spine. After ten long, hot minutes of bouncing and swiveling, the man finally took charge and swapped their positions, pinning Yu to the floor.

            Yes…! Yu thought, wanting to have been in this position the whole time. You’d better fuck me hard, she thought, realizing that sex was the workout she had been yearning for, both mentally and physically. Her eyes rolled back as the man took full control, holding her waist as he brutally pumped back and forth. As he leaned forward, he began to choke her with one hand. Yu looked directly into his eyes with an expression of horror, but she was absolutely into it. The panic her brain felt from a lack of oxygen made each thrust twice as impactful.

            The lovers fucked and rolled in their sweat for 20 minutes before the man fully pulled out, ready to burst. Before he could do it on Yu, she quickly rose to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock. The man couldn’t hold back any longer, and erupted a boatload of cum into Yu’s throat. She almost gagged on the spot, but forced it down as fast as she could. It tasted disgusting, yet made her feel like a champion. This was the ultimate test of endurance she had been building up to.

            After all was said and done, she fell on her back, glowing with accomplishment. “Thank you,” she managed to utter after a few minutes. The man brought in more cleaning supplies to wipe up their mess, but he also couldn’t hide his satisfaction. “I-I’ll see you again, yeah?” he eventually asked. Yu stood up and smiled. “I come here almost every day,” she said. “Oh!” the man exclaimed. “I’m new here, sorry haha… Hey, but I bet I could recommend you to work here. If you come here so often, it’d almost be like getting free money.”

            “I’d like that,” Yu said, feeling thankful. It wasn’t long before she entered a relationship with the man she’d fucked, who had introduced himself as Hoon Kim. They motivated each other and worked out together for hours, six days a week. Exercising with Hoon washed the last of Yu’s self-inflicted frustration away, as he was a fun and reliable partner who was able to keep up with Yu and provide constructive praise and criticism. The Korean bodybuilders were the definition of a power couple, and their appearances and teamwork inspired everyone around them for years to come.

This is a reward for Andrew and was Patron-exclusive for 36 days! Hope you enjoy. :) 

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[takemeawaytocamelot]

Speed Dating - Learning to Ride

Well! This didn’t get put out on Friday like I’d hoped, but here it is anyway! My wonderful friends @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe helped me polish this up quite a bit and they’re amazing. This is most of 12 pages, so it’ll be under a cut. But this odd little AU is a lot of fun to write, so I hope you guys enjoy it! @outlanderedandoverhere there’s a bit of dialogue I used that you and I had talked about. Hope you like it ;)

Catch up on their Dinner Date and the Drabble leading up to this chapter!

Jamie pulled his truck into his usual parking spot, watching Claire’s face as she looked at his stables. This was really just the main barn, not the breeding stable or the small arena, but he knew it was impressive.

“And you work here?”

“Aye. When old Alec started it, he had a barn wi’ three stalls and a round pen. Now we’ve got a foaling barn, breeding stalls, two arenas, and several stalls. Plus my office, tack rooms, bunk rooms in the foaling barn, and even a wee kitchen.”

She stared at him, eyes wide with shock.

“You must be very good at your job if you’ve accomplished so much already.”

Jamie laughed, hopping out of his truck and jogging around to get her door. His mam had raised him to be a gentleman, so he offered his hand and helped her out. She’d done as he’d asked and worn jeans and practical shoes.

One of his stable lads had gotten Thistle out and she stood waiting for them. Jamie had picked Thistle because of her gentle nature and small size. She would be perfect for Claire’s first ride.

“She’s adorable!” Claire said, eyes locking on the mare.

“Aye. Gi’ her a scratch right behind her left ear and she’ll follow ye like a puppy. Now, before we do anything, take a few minutes and get to know her a bit.”

“How?”

He spotted the grooming box set where he’d left it earlier that morning and pulled out the soft brush.

“Here. Brush her out. Talk to her. Make sure she’s no debris in her fur, make sure she’s no’ tender anywhere. Watch her ears, those tell her what she’s payin’ attention to and how she’s feelin’.”

Claire nodded, taking the brush.

“Up and forward, like they are now, means she’s alert and happy. If they’re pinned back, she’s verra angry. Just be gentle and talk to her.”

“Wait, where are you going?!”

Jamie smiled and patted Thistle’s rump.

“Nowhere, lass. I’ll be right here.”

Her eyes went wide.

“Wait! I don’t know how to do this!”

He smirked back at her.

“Ye rode me just fine, Sassenach,” he said lowly, eyes glinting mischievously.

Her cheeks flushed and she looked around to be sure no one heard him. No one was near the ring, though, all going about their chores.

Jamie walked her through the rituals of grooming, teaching her how to ask Thistle to lift her feet. Then he saddled the mare and put Claire on top of the mounting block.

He sighed, watching the mare’s ears flick all around her, tail swishing constantly. But he knew this mare and knew she was only responding to the fear and worry Claire radiated. She was much too skittish, even for Thistle. Then, he had an idea.

“Alright, Sassenach. I’ll co-ride behind ye for a bit to help ye get the feel of it. Ye canna ride so tight.”

Claire eyed him, full lips curving into a devious smile.

“Help me get the feel of it, hm?”

His ears turned pink but he met her eyes steadily.

“Aye,” he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Mount up, lass.”

He fiddled around with the horse’s headstall and left the reins on her neck before he took the saddle off completely.

“Um,” I began, looking timidly at the leather he’d just put on one of the fence rails. “Don’t we need that?”

“Nah,” he said. “It isna what holds ye on. Here, I’ll help ye up and ride behind ye.”

I was glad the horse he’d chosen was small, or I might not have agreed to it. I did what he said, and scooted as far forward on her back as was comfortable. He mounted right behind me and I was envious of his grace. When his arms came around me, I couldn’t suppress a shudder.

“Alright. Now remember, if ye have a saddle or no, the horse always feels ye. So if ye clench that sweet round arse of yours,” he said, nudging my backside with his hips. “She’ll feel it and get nervous. So just relax.”

Though he had the reins in his hands, held loosely, I didn’t see him use them. His legs were pressed against mine, allowing me to feel his muscles flex and twitch. It took me a few minutes to realize what he was doing.

Each movement of his leg resulted in a change of direction from Thistle, or an increase in speed. After a few minutes of feeling his solid presence behind me, I couldn’t help but relax. I’d thought, when he first settled behind me, that he’d play dirty, but he didn’t. His arms simply held me in the right position, comfortable and safe.

“Alright,” he said quietly in my ear. “I think ye’ve got the hang of it.”

He slid off and helped me find my feet again. Then he put the pad and saddle back on, before removing the bridle and putting the halter back on.

Christ. If he’d gone around one more time with her perfect arse tight between his thighs… Well, it was time to get this lesson moving along. His office upstairs locked. Perhaps he could take her up there and feel that arse again, warm and soft in his hands.

“How am I supposed to steer?” Claire asked, eyeing the saddle dubiously, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Ye willna, no’ yet anyway. I’ve got ye on the lead line. Ye must learn to ride wi’ your seat, no’ your hands.”

“James,” she said sourly. “I don’t have any idea what the hell any of that means.”

Her nostrils flared at him, but he thought it was more from irritation than anger.

“Aye, I ken. Let me help ye up so I can explain it better.”

Once she was mounted, he adjusted the stirrups properly.

“Riding is all about balance. Despite the saddle and pad, she can feel ye. She kens when you’re anxious, and it’ll make her anxious. So just breathe, relax, let yer body move wi’ her. We’ll start at a walk so ye can get used to it, aye?”

As he’d expected, Claire clenched and was as stiff as a board while he walked Thistle around the ring. So, to get her to relax, he started talking about something completely different.

“I was thinkin’ I should have ye over again next week maybe. I think I’ve got a lemon chicken thing you’ll like.”

“Thing?”

“Aye, weel… I canna ever find the right word to describe what it is. But it’s verra good. Jenny keeps beggin’ me for the recipe.”

Claire chuckled, a sure sign she was beginning to relax. When he glanced back, she moved with Thistle now, looking happier.

“Stop staring. I know I look ridiculous.”

“No!” he said sharply. “Ye look like ye belong on her. Ye look verra bonny, Sassenach. I’m gonna let out the line now, aye? I’ve still got a hold of her, but I’m gonna let her walk out and I’ll stay in the center.”

Claire clenched up again, but visibly forced herself to relax. He didn’t want to push Claire too far, and he knew her legs would be feeling this workout tomorrow. For now, he let Thistle walk at her lazy pace. After a little while, he pushed her into a faster walk, though not quite a trot.

He kept an eye on Claire’s posture, watching for signs of tiredness. The straightness of her back began to lessen, so he slowed Thistle down until she plodded to a stop. Jamie gathered the lead line as he walked toward the pair, pleased with the smile on Claire’s face.

“Who’s a good girl?” Claire asked, patting Thistle’s warm neck. “Jamie, she’s wonderful!”

“I told ye she’d take care of ye. Here, swing that leg over, aye, just like that. Easy, ye might feel a bit-” He caught her as her knees gave out. “Wobbly.”

She swore loudly and he tried not to smile.

“My legs didn’t hurt when I was in the saddle! Why do they hurt now?”

“Ye used different muscles than ye have before. It’ll help ye to walk a bit. We need to brush her down again anyway.”

He didn’t have to explain this time, so he let her do most of it. Yes, the sweet bay mare had been the right choice for Claire.

“What do we do with her now?”

“We can put her away, or let her stand in the ring for a bit. Are ye feelin’ alright?”

“Yes, I’m okay. She’s a lovely creature, Jamie.”

Lifting his hand, he let Thistle sniff it before he scratched the little white star on her forehead.

“Aye. She’s one o’ mine. I let her out to new kids learning how to ride or for anyone who’s afraid.”

“Jamie!”

They both stood up straighter and turned to see who’d entered the barn.

“Damn. I’d hoped they wouldn’t stop by,” Jamie muttered.

Claire stood a little taller, folding her arms over her chest as the group approached them.

“Angus, Rupert, Murtagh. I thought ye were goin’ out to the pub?”

“Aye,” Angus said, eyeing Claire. “We thought about it. But we thought maybe ye’d like to join us.”

“Unless yer no’ done wi’ yer wee ride, eh?” Rupert said, giving them both a broad grin.

Jamie rolled his eyes, putting a hand on Claire’s shoulder.

“Sorry, lads. I’m afraid I’ve got plans already.”

Angus waggled his eyebrows at the pair.

“Oh, I’m sure ye do,” he said, grinning.

Murtagh, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, came to the rescue.

“Jamie likely wants to show Claire around the stable grounds. Lets leave him to it, aye?”

After a little more convincing, Murtagh got Angus and Rupert out of the barn.

“Always good to see them,” Claire chuckled.

“Aye. Never a dull moment wi’ them. Would ye like to see the stables? We’ve a new foal I think ye might like.”

“What about Thistle?”

He scratched behind the mare’s ears.

“We’ll un-tack her and put her back in her stall. But then we can go.”

Jamie let me care for Thistle, thanking her for giving me a good ride. He carried the bridle and saddle and showed me where her stall was. We stopped by a tack room where Jamie ducked inside and returned with a closed fist.

“Here. She likes these wee treats. Hold your hand out flat, dinna curl your fingers. Aye, like that.”

I tentatively held my hand out to the sweet mare and yelped when her lips felt around my hand. My hand jerked away and the little treat dropped to the floor. Thistle didn’t mind, her upper lip feeling around until she found it.

“It’s alright,” Jamie laughed. “I ken it feels a bit odd.”

He stepped up behind me, laying his hand against the back of mine. His free hand came around to rest on my hip and I felt like it belonged there.

“That’s it, just hold your hand flat. Verra good.”

Thistle lipped the treat out of my hand and gobbled it down. Before she’d finished swallowing, she was searching my hand or another.

“So,” I said, a little breathless with his body pressed so close to mine. “What, um, are you going to show me first?”

“Let’s go see the new foal. I think you’ll like her a lot.”

With my arm linked through his, I followed him through the sprawling stable grounds. It was magnificent to behold, everything clean and in its proper place. He knew every horse we walked by and greeted every worker by name.

We reached the foaling barn which only held two adult horses. Both mares had large stalls, filled with soft bedding material I didn’t recognize. One of the mares was a large dapple gray, her thick tail swishing softly. A pale little foal twitched its fuzzy tail in a perfect mime of its mother.

“Ye ken Donas, the devil-spawn I told ye about?”

“Right. That’s when you told me sometimes Satan consorts with mares. Our first date.”

He smirked, eyes still on the foal.

“Aye. I havena gelded him and that wee thing in there is his daughter.”

“You bred him?!”

“Aye! I had a man pay his stud fee to cover this gorgeous mare of his. I was worried, ken? Turns out, Donas may be the son of the devil, but he doesna pass that temperament on to his get!”

I stared at him in shock before looking back at the filly. She’d noticed us watching her and had taken to prancing around her mother, nose up in the air.

“Well she’s awfully cute.”

“Aye. I’m hopin’ she gets Donas’ feet. Her mam there has feet a bit too small for her body and she’s a fifty-fifty shot on passin’ it on. If she does, weel… We’ll decide what to do wi’ the filly later.”

The little horse came trotting up to the door and I stuck my knuckles out for her to smell. She nudged me and I pet her nose. The fuzz on her skin felt like velvet beneath my fingers and I smiled at her.

“What’s her name?”

“Dinna ken yet,” Jamie said, leaning on the stable door beside her. “I like to wait and see who they are before I gi’ them a name. They deserve a chance to be who they’ll be wi’out a name to tell them who that is.”

I looked at him curiously.

“Interesting philosophy for horses.”

He looked away from the filly and met my eyes, smiling.

“Thank ye, Claire. For comin’ out here wi’ me, lettin’ me teach ye to ride.”

“I’m afraid I’m not very good at riding.”

“No’ yet, but nobody is their first time out. If ye like, ye can keep comin’ out here wi’ me and riding Thistle. She’s a sturdy wee thing and she liked ye.”

I thought back to the feeling of him riding behind me. His arms around me, body holding me safe as he taught me how to move with the horse. That newly familiar warmth crept up my body, filling me with a tingling need.The flush crawled up my neck to my face and Jamie met my gaze, a knowing expression on his face.

“Would ye like to see the rest of the place?”

I nodded and took his hand.

By the time he’d finished with the tour, Claire looked tired. It was good that he’d had her walk around a bit before allowing her to settle down. That would help her not feel as stiff later. When she stifled her fourth yawn in ten minutes, he nudged her.

“If ye like, ye can come up to my office and take a wee nap on the couch.”

“What? No, I’m fine,” she said, the last word drifting off in another yawn.

Jamie grinned at her.

“Come on. Your body isna used to the work it takes to ride yet. And we’ve been walkin’ around the stables for a while. I’ll get a little work done while ye nap and then I’ll take ye out for a nice lunch, aye?”

Her eyes narrowed at him.

“Hmm… No deal.”

He blinked at her in surprise. She didn’t want to go out to lunch with him?

“Oh. Weel I can take ye home if ye like.”

“No no, not that. I’ll go take a nap but then I’m taking you out for lunch. You made dinner last time.”

Leaning down, he stole a kiss.

“Alright. That’s a deal I can make.”

Taking her hand, he lead her upstairs to the rooms above the main stable. There was a lounge for staff on break, a decent sized kitchen, a few bunk rooms, and his office.

The office was bigger than he’d have made it, but Jenny had insisted on helping him with the design. She had an eye for spaces and looked at a room like a puzzle to piece together. Besides the desk and chair he used in the office, Jenny had been the one to paint and furnish the space.

Long, rectangular windows gave the office most of its light, though it had a few lamps in strategic places as well. A big, comfortable brown leather couch sat against the wall across from his desk. Jenny had chosen the color scheme and the throw blanket she’d found almost matched his quilt at home. The decorative pillows placed artfully on the couch were the Fraser colors.

“My thighs feel like they’re on fire,” Claire said, sinking into the couch.

Jamie chuckled, turning on his computer and giving it a minute to boot up.

“Aye, that’s good though. Means ye used your legs more than your hands.”

She kicked off the shoes she’d worn and sighed happily.

“Muscle builds,” she said, almost to herself. “It won’t hurt as much next time.”

His brows lifted a little. He’d thought she’d enjoyed herself, but he hadn’t been sure she’d want another lesson.

“Ye mean to let me teach ye to ride, then?”

Claire stretched out on the couch, turned so she could see him easily. The white pillow beneath her head made her skin look like ivory.

“Well yes,” she said. “But not until I’ve tried my hand at teaching you something.”

“If ye mean to keep this up, perhaps I’ll take ye to get some proper riding britches.”

“And what,” she yawned again, her eyes drooping. “Does that mean?”

After he tucked the blanket securely around her, he bent down and kissed her cheek.

“We’ll talk about it later. Get some rest, Sassenach.”

When her breathing dropped into the steady rhythm of sleep, he went back to his computer. He got some work done, paid a few bills, and after several unsuccessful minutes attempting to work out the bills for a few clients, he let his mind wander. Claire would look good in riding britches.

God, what wouldn’t he give to see that arse of hers in that tight material. Still thinking of her perfect backside, he let out an involuntary groan. That feeling of her, pressed hard against his thighs…

“Blessed Mary mother of God,” he breathed, forcing his eyes open. His gaze immediately met Claire’s amber eyes.

“What’s got you worked into such a fit?” she asked softly.

Could he tell her it was simply the thought of her rump?

“Weel… Ah…”

She stretched, reminding him a bit of a cat, and smiled at him.

“Jamie, promise me one thing.”

“What is it ye need me to promise?”

“Honesty. I think… I think there’s room for secrets in a relationship, but not lies. So whatever you tell me, promise that it’ll always be the truth and I’ll do the same.”

Nodding slowly, he wondered who had broken their word to her in the past.

“I swear to ye, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, that whatever words I speak to ye, they will be the truth. I ken there’s things ye havena told me yet and there’s things I havena told ye either. But I will always be honest wi’ ye.”

Her eyes closed for a moment and he thought she’d fallen back asleep. But when they opened again, they smoldered with desire.

“So, tell me honestly. What was it that got you so worked up a moment ago?”

For a moment, he considered claiming it was something he couldn’t tell her yet. But compared to the big thing he couldn’t say yet, it was stupid.

“Your arse,” he said plainly.

“My ass got you worked up?”

She pushed herself up and sat in the exact center of the couch, watching him curiously.

“Aye,” he answered, getting up slowly from his desk. “First I was thinkin’ about seeing ye in a nice pair of proper riding britches. The fabric holdin’ tight to that perfect arse ye have.” He sank into the couch beside her and she put her head down on his lap. Unable to resist, he patted her rump before giving her a playful swat. “And then I was thinkin’ about ridin’ wi’ ye first thing today. The way ye were tight against my thighs…”

Claire sat up again, moving so his hand remained where it was. Her eyes met his again and he had a sudden flash of memory. While he had no ear for music, he enjoyed the poetry some musicians put into their songs. A particular set of lyrics came to mind.

Do not let my fickle flesh go to waste

As it keeps my heart and soul in its place

And I will love with urgency but not with haste*

Jamie hadn’t realized Claire had moved until she sat gingerly on his lap. Her lips were soft against his, moving at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“Have you got a pair?” she purred in his ear.

“Aye,” he said without hesitating. “And ye’ve seen them. Fondled them a time or two as well. Decent size, I’d wager, though I dinna make it a habit to inspect other men’s balls.”

As he’d hoped, she broke into a fit of giggles, laughing until tears streamed down her face.

“That is not what I meant.”

He nipped at her neck, pleased at the sound she made.

“And what was it ye meant then, a nighean?”

“I meant did you have a pair of riding britches.”

Reaching up, he untangled the tie from her hair, releasing the mad curls in a poof. He ran his fingers through it, enjoying the softness of it.

“Of course I do. I actually have a full competition outfit as well, but I only bring it out on special occasions.”

Her eyes went wide with glee.

“What counts as a special occasion?”

“If ye want to see me in top hat and bow tie, ye have to get a pair of britches and boots first.”

Longing to taste the smile on her lips, he kissed her until he almost couldn’t breathe.

“Deal,” she said when he released her.

Claire pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it behind her, her hips moving slowly against his. She helped him off with his own shirt and ran her hands over his bare chest. The words he yearned to say to her echoed through his mind, but now wasn’t the time. Not yet.

But soon.

Standing on slightly trembling feet, Claire began working at her jeans, glancing to his office door.

“Does that lock?”

“Aye, it does.”

He kicked off his own boots and shimmied out of his jeans and boxers. Before he could get up to either lock the door or kiss Claire, she’d pushed him back down and straddled him. Her hands gripped the back of the couch, her golden eyes burning down at him.

After a little adjusting, she took him home and ground against him. Waves of heat pulsed through him in time with her thrusts and he let himself be completely lost in it. Her head was thrown back as she rode him, which arched her back. Her breasts were presented to him like an offering and he chose to accept.

She gasped when he took the tip of one breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over her aroused flesh. The smooth rhythm of her hips was interrupted by uncontrolled jerks. Releasing her breast with a pop, he traced the curve of it up her chest as far as he could. The salt of her sweat was better than any whisky he’d ever had.

Much as he wanted to, he didn’t let himself go when her body began to convulse with pleasure. He wasn’t ready to be done with her yet. As she came down from her high, she looked at him curiously. Without warning, he stood, still keeping her on him, and moved to the floor in front of the couch.

I love you, he thought to himself as he laid her down. I love you and I am yours.

Then it was his turn to show her how well he could ride. Her legs were tight around him, her heels helping drive him forward. His body bucked wildly against hers, bringing him nearer the edge with every passing moment.

When he could hold back no longer, he let himself go and cried out in Gaelic. Even he wasn’t sure what words he’d said, but the tone and exclamation were enough. Claire, face flushed and skin glowing with sweat, was smiling.g

“Jesus. H. Roosevelt Christ,” she said, heaving a great breath between each word.

“Tha gaol agam ort,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck as his fingertips felt the flutter of her pulse.

Capturing her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, he peeled himself off and took the blanket from the couch. He also grabbed two of the pillows to put beneath her head and draped them with the blanket.

“You’ve said that before,” she said, turning onto her side to face him. “Will you tell me what it means?”

This was the one thing he’d been afraid to tell her - the one secret he had from her. It was far too soon to tell her this, to share this with her. But… Their whole romance had moved quickly. Perhaps it wouldn’t scare her away.

“Well,” he said slowly, eyes and fingers following a bead of sweat down her neck. “It means ‘I love you’.”

* Not With Haste by Mumford & Sons

[amaluelmwood]

He Who Came And Never Left - Part 02

@spikeghost moooaaarrr 

PART 01

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard “Bones” McCoy Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Christopher Pike Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Academy Era, Medical Procedures, Slow Burn, Paranoia, Divorced McCoy, Cadets, Hospitals, Past Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Torture, Cadet McCoy, POV Leonard McCoy, Hand wavy science Series: Part 1 of Augment Kirk Summary: Under the supervision of Admiral Pike and half the Starfleet Medical Authority, McCoy is tasked with opening a recently discovered stasis tube and dealing with the person found within. That person is one Jim Kirk, an Augment who was last awake in the 2020′s. --- Day 01

The recovery room is near silent as Leonard leans over the patient, the only sounds the faint whisper of breathing and the unobtrusive notes of the biobed scanners as they work. He carefully checks the patient’s vitals, eyes on the scans and fingers pressing lightly into pale, warm skin.

“Pulse is strong and steady,” he mutters just audible enough for the computer to capture and record. “Temperature within basic human norm,” he glances at the screens, “Brainwaves reading Theta and-”

Leonard stops as the waves begin to shift from Theta to Alpha, from Alpha to-. Frowning slightly, he lifts his hand from the patient’s wrist, reaches up to lift an eyelid to check pupillary response.

“Shit!”

The patient grips his wrist in a steady, strong hold, stopping Leonard from even trying to move, for risk of breaking the delicate bones of his wrist.

“Doctor McCoy!”

Leonard lifts his free hand, waves the security guard back as the patient opens his eyes and looks right at him. Leonard doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away, allows the patient to lock their gazes.

“Stand down, Officer Zh'chyrreq,” he orders clearly, concisely. “They’re not goin’ to hurt me. Are you?” He addresses the patient directly, doesn’t move a muscle and stays calm through sheer force of will.

The patient blinks and their grip loosens minutely, enough that Leonard can feel the blood rushing back into his hand.

“See. There we go, Officer Zh'chyrreq, they’re just confused.” He keeps his voice calm, uses his rarely used Nice Doctor voice to help his patient adjust to being awake again after so long. If this kid is what he suspects, they’re unlikely to be feeling charitable towards medics and security officers. He needs to make sure they feel safe.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, kid. You’ve been asleep a long time, we just wanna make sure you’re ok.”

The eyes leave his and flick toward Officer Zh'chyrreq. Leonard can see the exact moment the kid registers that Setet isn’t human, the blue skin and antennae giving it away somewhat. Wide eyed, pupils suddenly blown in what must be fear, the kid looks back up at him, the grip on his wrist tightening again, so Leonard speaks quickly, wanting to head off any disastrous reaction.

“Officer Zh'chyrreq’s Andorian, kid. Andorian’s are allies of humanity, have been for a while now, she’s not goin’ to hurt you.”

The kids eyes flick back to Setet, but they relax a little again as she steps back, hands held loosely at her sides even as she watches them intently. Leonard flexes his wrist slightly, regaining the patient’s gaze.

“I promise to explain everythin’ to you as soon as I can, kid. I’m gonna need my hand though.”

“Jim,” the kid rasps, lips barely parted and voice rusty, unused.

“Jim? That your name, kid?”

The kid - Jim - nods very slightly and the grip on Leonard’s wrist disappears altogether, their hand dropping back to the biobed mattress with a light thump. Thier grip was strong, he’d felt his bones grinding together within it, but apparently they’re still weak from their long sleep and the rush of movement has tired them out again already.

Leonard tries for a smile, “Ok, Jim, that’s good. I’m Doctor Leonard McCoy, I’m your primary physician.” He stands a little straighter, twists his wrist slightly as it regains feeling. Jim keeps watching him, eyes focussed, expression still lax. He can’t tell anything about the kid yet, maybe not at all until the kid feels like actually talking and not just offering a single syllable for a name.

“Do you understand, Jim?”

Jim doesn’t speak this time, simply nods very slightly again.

“That’s great, Jim,” he telegraphs his movements clearly so the kid doesn’t startle as he reaches for the PADD, and the kid watches his every move as he does it, “I just need to check some of your vitals, ok, Jim? Will you allow me?”

Jim continues to stare at him for a long moment, and he glances at the readings that scroll across the PADD out of the corner of his eye. Everything looks normal, too normal, especially for someone who has been asleep for as long as this kid probably has. Everything is stacking up and pointing in the direction of his hypothesis being correct and it makes him uneasy.

Jim nods after a long moment though, so Leonard breathes out his tension in a short sigh and - once again telegraphing his every move - he pulls out the penlight. Leonard flicks his eyes to Setet, but she continues to watch them in silence, stance loose but ready, so he carefully leans down over Jim again.

The kid makes no complaint as he flicks the penlight first in their left eye, then their right, checking pupillary responses - normal - then checks their pulse again, watching the biobed sensors as he presses his fingers into Jim’s wrist. The kid simply watches him, saying nothing, and it’s more than a little disconcerting by this point, but Leonard keeps going, he has a job to do.

“Can you sit up, Jim?”

Jim takes another long moment to apparently consider the question, before they nod again. Jim ignores Leonard’s offered hand and slowly, carefully, leverages their torso up. They slowly twist until their legs dangle off the side of the biobed, the artificially heated blankets tangling up around their thighs and hips. Jim grips the edge of the bed in white knuckled hands, though their face remains soft, free of any expression as they watch Leonard as intently as Setet watches the room.

“Ok, that’s great, Jim. Are you feeling any pain?” The sensors aren’t registering any neural activity indicating pain, but he always prefers to ask as well.

Jim blinks, as if surprised by the simple question, then shakes their head.

“Are you feeling weak?”

Jim shakes their head again, then stops, shrugs lightly and then nods, all without taking their eyes off Leonard.

Leonard snorts and Jim’s eyes widen in apparent shock again.

“Kid, I’m not here t’judge you. If you’re feelin’ weak, it’s only t’be expected and probably a nutritional thing. And you ain’t exactly been usin’ your muscles for a while, either, you’re lucky you’re not atrophied all to hell. Thank whoever built the pod you were sleepin’ in, kid, they did good work apparently.”

He looks down at the PADD and swipes the screen until it shows him the information he wants, “Yeah, ok, you’re lacking in some minerals and vitamins, but that’s an easy fix.” He looks back up at Jim and gives them another smile, “We’ll start you off on some simple vitamin rich broths, we don’t want you throwin’ it all back up again. See how that goes for a couple days, then get you on real food - how does that sound?”

Jim simply shrugs again, but they seem a little less wary. Leonard takes that as a win.

“Alright, kid, I want to check your physical responses,” he explains as he puts the PADD back, “Which means I’m gonna touch you, is that ok with you?”

Jim immediately closes off again, but after a moment they nod, slowly.

Leonard looks them in the eye, calm and steady, “If you want me to stop, if you’re uncomfortable in any way, tap the bed three times and I’ll back off, ok? I’m not gonna do anythin’ you don’t want here, ok, Jim?”

Jim stares for a much longer moment, a slight crinkle appearing between their brows. It’s the first real facial expression Leonard has seen them show and he’s not entirely sure how to read it. Is the kid confused? But the crinkle vanishes and then Jim nods.

With a glance over at Officer Zh'chyrreq, to check she’s ok with this - she nods - Leonard slowly begins to go through the checks. He makes sure to keep telegraphing every move he makes and is especially careful not to do anything that could in any way cause even slight discomfort as he slowly takes Jim’s limbs through the motions needed to check the responses, in both their joints and their muscles.

When he reaches to test Jim’s neck the kid jerks away and taps the bed sharply. Leonard immediately backs off, hands raised, palms open as he steps back, giving Jim the space they seem to need. “Ok, Jim. Ok, we can check that another time.”

Jim’s breathing and heart rate have risen slightly, so Leonard stays at a slight distance as the kid watches him warily, the slight crease back between their brows again. Leonard picks the PADD back up and makes some notes about Jim’s responsiveness, the range of motion of their limbs, the lack of pain. He puts in a note about the broth jim will need for the first few days and writes a short paragraph about the kid’s name and their reactions to both Officer Zh'chyrreq and himself. He makes a further note about the kid’s possible selective mutism - it could be psychological, or it could be physical. Until he can actually check Jim’s neck, he won’t really know for sure, despite the scans.

As he replaces the PADD again, he goes to pat Jim’s knee but thinks better of it before actually touching them. Jim apparently notices and the slight crease reappears as th kid watches him.

“Alright, Jim. You can lay down again now if you want to.” He doesn’t move to offer help this time as jim slowly lowers themself back onto the biobed. He does, however, rearrange the blankets in a perfunctory manner that can’t be misread as anything but necessity.

“I’m going to let you rest for a bit. I’ve put in a note about the food you’re going to need - depending on how your stomach deals with it, you’ll start off at small bowls every couple hours, you can have some sweet tea and fresh fruit juice as well. Now,” he pauses and lightly crosses his arms over his torso, “I’ve had to let my superiors know that you’re awake, so, they’re going to want to visit you.”

Jim gives him another expression. Raised eyebrows, wide eyes, slightly parted lips. Surprise? Apprehension?

Leonard drops his arms, runs one hand through his hair as he looks at Jim, “You’re of great interest to them, Jim. But,” he lowers his hand again, “As your primary physician, I have some say over when and how many people can visit you. And you get to turn them away if you don’t want them near you. You don’t have to talk to them at all if you don’t want to.”

He shakes his head and gives Jim’s still wide eyes a grim smile, “It’s a moot point right now anyway, kid. I’m not lettin’ anyone near you ‘til I reckon you’re ready for’em.”

Jim visibly relaxes, eyes closing briefly and Leonard smiles again, more softly this time, “Alright. I’ll let you rest. Officer Zh'chyrreq will be stayin’ with you, but she’s here to make sure no-one can hurt you, ok? If you want me, let her know and she’ll call me right in. I won’t be far.”

He watches as Jim relaxes further, as their eyes flicker, lids heavy and body lax. He pats the mattress beside Jim’s knee, noting the way Jim watches his hand under their heavy lids, and turns to leave the room.

“Comm me when Jim wakes up, ok?” Setet nods and, satisfied, Leonard leaves the room.

[jordandesta]

3 / 27 / 19 ━ your character’s mood for the day. 

01. pure water by mustard, migos. “give me the beat, i ride it like a jetski, so many bad bitches they harassin' me, they like me 'cause i rap and be with the athletes.”

02. fall threw by rich the kid, young thug, gunna. “pull off in that lambo quick, hundred racks and a tec in this bitch, quarter mil' on my necklaces, tell your bitch to stop texting me, i've been living so reckless.”

03. splashin by rich the kid. “i flip the money, got my check up, i'm flexing up, but i'm no wrestler, blue cheese pockets got the extras, i stack the money up like tetris, how I got two-fifty from my neck up? how I made it from the hood to a bent truck?”

04. pure cocaine by lil baby. “when your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast, every day it's gon' rain, made a brick through a brick, i ain't whip up shit, this pure cocaine, yeah.”

05. west coast by g eazy, blueface, allblack, yg. “you can't imagine the way that this cash feelin', don't know what's harder, the first or the last million, my last album took care of my grand children, you try to win, cracked you head on the glass ceiling.”

06. middle child by j. cole. “i just poured somethin' in my cup, i've been wantin' somethin' I can feel, promise I am never lettin' up, money in your palm don't make you real.”

07. legacy by off set, travis scott, 21 savage. “i can't hold nothing back, i won't hold you up, i can't fit all my pain in this styro' cup, always talk to myself 'cause it's only us, always deep in my mind, don't know who to trust.”

08. envy me by calboy. “i was fighting some demons, in the field, bitch, i'm deep in, i was raised in the deep end, i know ****** be sinking.”

3 / 28 / 19 ━ songs that remind your character of their children/child.

for jasmine isabelle desta;

01. violent crimes by kanye west. “father forgive me, i'm scared of the karma, 'cause now i see women as somethin' to nurture, not somethin' to conquer, i hope she like nicki, i'll make her a monster, not havin' menages, i'm just being silly.”

02. when i’m gone by eminem. “have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for not the expression, no, literally give an arm for, when they know they're your heart, and you know you are their armor, and you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her.”

03. may i have this dance by francis and the light, chance the rapper. “you've got your, your mother's eyes, you've got your, your grandmother's ring, you've got your daddy's discernment, giirl, you did your thing, oh, give me one more, one, two, one, two, always on beat.”

04. right by you by john legend. “and even when it all becomes too much, when you're growing old and feeling out of touch, listen to this song and just take care, and know that i will be there...yeah, i promise i will, little girl, i'm cryin'.”

for legend magesty desta;

05. i love you so much by dj khaled, chance the rapper. “whatever you want to do, i will support you forever, one thing i can promise you, i love you forever, you're my son, i love you so much, i love you, son, you're my biggest blessing, mommy, daddy, we love you, we love you forever, son, you're the greatest that ever did it.”

06. only one by kanye west.  “hello my only one, remember who you are, you got the world 'cause you got love in your hands, and you're still my chosen one, so can you understand? one day you'll understand, so hear me out, i won't go, no goodbyes, just hello.”

07. new day by jay z. “sins of a father make yo' life ten times harder, i just wanna take ya to a barber, bondin' on charters, all the shit that i never did, teach ya good values, so you cherish it, took me twenty six years to find my path, my only job is cuttin' the time in half.”

08. mockingbird by eminem. “i know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now, but hey, what daddy always tell you? straighten up little soldier, stiffen up that upper lip, what you crying about? you got me.”

3 / 29 / 19 ━ a playlist for your lover or ex lover.

01. worth it by yk osiris. “time is precious, baby girl, let's not let it go by, i just really wanna know, do you love me? don't lie, i know you felt alone, 'cause i been on the road, but i been doin' shows, i swear i ain't doin' you wrong”

02. swervin’ by a boogie wit da hoodie, 6ix9ine. “how you look so perfect on your worst days? double c your purses, you deserve it, ****** in your dm, they be thirsty, and in person, but you're curvin’, curvy little body, love your surface, i’m all on your body, make you nervous”

03. caramel by lloyd. “caramel, drippin' in my bed, yeah you know, what's going through my head, i'm thinking 'bout, getting with you tonight, i'm thinking 'bout, wifing you up for life”

04. kevin’s heart by j. cole. “she my number one, i don't need nothing on the side, said that i was done for good and don't want no more lies, but my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line, i stare at the screen a while before i press decline”

05. more/diamond ring by benny blanco, ty dolla $ign, 6lack. “you know your future brighter than a diamond ring, god damn, i put you on different things, god damn, you gon' make me break the bank, god damn...you're all I ever need, god damn, you mean so much to me”

06. ivy by frank ocean. “in the halls of your hotel, arm around my shoulder so i could tell, how much i meant to meant it sincere back then, we had time to kill back then, you ain't a kid no more, we'll never be those kids again”

07. mrs. variety by leon thoma, tayla parx. “mrs. variety, feels like i'm dating someone different every single week, it's like you know just how to play to every part of me, it's like you know just how to cater to my every need, mrs. variety”

08. cinderella by mac miller, ty dolla $ign. “you in my dreams that's why i sleep all the time, just to hear you say i love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind, i told you, you don't have to worry, you'll be fine, this the type of thing i heard it happen all the time, yeah, I just wanna see you fly, because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin' me high”

3 / 30 / 19 ━  songs that hit your character in the feels

01. power trip by j. cole, miguel. “got me up all night, all i'm singing is love songs, she got me up all night, constant drinking and love songs, she got me up all night, down and out with these love songs, she got me up all night, drown it out with these love songs, she got me up all night.”

02. practice by drake. “i can tell that money's got you working, got your body so wet, now we're finally here in person, i taste pain and regret, in your sweat, you've been waiting for me, i can tell that you been practicing.”

03. angel by the weeknd. “cause all I see are wings, i can see your wings, but i know what i am and the life i live, yeah, the life i live, and even though i sin, maybe we are born to live, but i know time will tell if we're meant for this, yeah, if we're meant for this.”

04. don’t by bryson tiller. “get in the ride, left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh light up a spliff and get high, shawty you deserve what you been missing, looking at you i’m thinking he must be tripping, play this song for him tell him just listen.”

05. best mistake by layla russo, big sean. “hold up, i know love could be a beach with no shore, i done count to ten, lost my temper, and went back to four, i know sometimes it's hard to realize i'm the man that you need, i had a dream we branched out started a family tree.”

06. own it by drake. “next time we fuck, i don't want to fuck, i want to make love, next time we talk, i don't want to just talk, i want to trust, next time I stand tall I want to be standing for you.”

07. thinkin bout you by frank ocean. “yes, of course i remember, how could I forget? how you feel? and though you were my first time, a new feel, it won't ever get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit, keep it alive.”

08. come and see me by partynextdoor, drake. “i'll admit i'm sorry when i feel i'm truly sorry, things change, people change, feelings change too, never thought the circumstances woulda changed you.”

3 / 31 / 19 ━  a playlist for your character’s best friend. ( squad )

01. ni**as in paris by jay z, kanye west.

02. look at me now by chris brown, lil wayne, busta rhymes. 

03. rack city by tyga. 

04. swimming pools (drank) by kendrick lamar. 

05. gold digger by kanye west, jamie foxx. 

06. v.3005 by childish gambino.

07. the motto by drake, lil wayne.

08. bedrock by young money, lloyd.

4 / 01 / 19 ━ road trip playlist

01. hey jude by the beatles.

02. mr. jones by counting crows.

03. wonderwall by oasis.

04. hurricane by bob dylan.

05. mr. brightside by the killers. 

06. scar tissue by the red hot chili peppers.

07. all star by smashmouth.

08. stacy’s mom by fountains of wayne.

4 / 02 / 19 ━ three songs that make your character cry… every. single. time.

01. acid rain by chance the rapper. “my big homie died young; just turned older than him, i seen it happen, i seen it happen, i see it always, he still be screaming, i see his demons in empty hallways, i trip to make the fall shorter.”

02. perkys calling by future. “Iineed better thoughts, i need better vibes, focus on the top and let my ***** slide, i need more advice and ain't got no time, hustlin' do it right, feel like i waited a life time.”

03. u by kendrick lamar. “you shoulda filled that black revolver blast a long time ago, and if those mirrors could talk it would say "you gotta go", and if i told your secrets, the world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness.”

4 / 03 / 19 ━ free day, we just wanna see you be creative. ( throwbacks )

01. ambitonz az a ridah by 2pac. 

02. gin and juice by snoop dog, daz dillinger  

03. all falls down by kanye west, syleena johnston.

04. mrs. officer by lil wayne, bobby v, kidd kidd.

05. i’m n luv (wit a stripper) by t-pain, mike jones.

06. ms. jackson by outkast.

07. smack that by akon, eminem.

08. laffy taffy by d4l.