#he bit into a fucking guitar he can and will eat anything silly and honey mustard ice cream would be silly i rest my case

[ittybittybumblebee]

I'm the person who asked about mint ice cream.

Do you think steve likes honey mustard

Ice cream? Honey mustard ice cream? Or just honey mustard

Yes

[carolmunson]

video killed the radio star (rockstar!eddie)

rockstar!eddie and you, his wife that he literally is so horny for all the time are caught up in a sex tape scandal. this is so stupid and dumb and lame and silly but i had a lot of fun writing it. i love how in love he is with his lil’ wife, it makes me wanna DIE.  inspired by this anon: rockstar!eddie and actress!readers sex tape being leaked and the whole thing is just eddie being a simp for her and giving her praise after praise plus most of the movie is just him eating her out and doing the helicopter with his dick

warnings: 18+, female anatomy mention, oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), drug use, drinking, consensual filming of sex acts, consensual drunk/high sex between a married couple, mild daddy kink if you squint, mentions of restraints, etc. 

CORRODED COFFIN GUITAR LEGEND EDDIE MUNSON AND LEAD INGENUE ACTRESS OF OUR TIME CAUGHT IN SEX TAPE SCANDAL! 

For you, it had been a mortifying ordeal. For Eddie, damage control was his middle name. Both of your PR teams begging him to come up with something slick and charming on a press circuit to help lessen the blow. They didn’t want you talking about it, too clean of a record to even be asked about it. The most dangerous thing about you was that you married a metal guitar legend with a bad reputation. His good little angel compared to his bad boy persona.  It was the Leno interview that softened the blow.  “So Ed, we gotta talk about it.”

“Talk about what, Jay? What ever do you mean?” The audience laughs, his charming and knowing smile flashes to the crowd.

“The tape, c’mon, Ed! I haven’t seen it, but I can bet there are people at home that have seen it. And you know something, I hear the ladies are going wild over it!”  “And shouldn’t that tell you something Jay? All these ladies in a tizzy cause their man can’t satisfy them. Guys talking about what a pussy I am for telling my girl how much I love her. Can’t a man love his wife?” he turns his attention to the audience, “Can’t a man love his wife?”  The audience cheers.  “You know, I could be embarrassed, and my baby? She’s mortified. But she’s got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. She doesn’t even do anything! She’s innocent!”  “And how’re you feeling about it?”  “I think, it was a private moment, and someone took advantage of that. But on the bright side, it ends before any of these horny assholes can see what my wife can do in bed. No one’s thinking about how they can handle her but me. I’m sleeping like a baby.”  You both sat on the couch in your living room at the Malibu house the next week. You both knew what was on the tape, but you hadn’t watched it – deciding that now that things had died down in the press a little bit, it would sting less. The tape warped to start, fading in from static snow, to lines running across the screen – pulling the picture left and right with each glide down the picture. Another fade to static, then – 

“Okay, okay, it’s recording,” you heard, and just the image of Eddie’s collar bone and his chain dangling in front of him filled the screen. You watched him as he stepped back until his full body was in frame, he gave the lens a thumbs up. You could see yourself, sitting back on your heels on the mattress – completely naked. At first, you’re mortified – so many people in America are seeing this, have seen it, still might see it. The legal battle of getting the tapes destroyed has been raging for weeks. Deep down, you know it’s never really going to be gone, but at least –  “Baby, it’s not that bad, I think this is the only time we see you like this,” Eddie mumbles, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder, “Let’s just keep watching.” 

“Of course you wanna keep watching,” you said, rolling your eyes, “We were there, honey, why do we need to watch it?”  The Eddie on screen started talking, “Hey -hic!- future Eddie, here with our smokin’ hot wife on our honeymoon. Consider this a gift or something, I don’t fuckin’ know, we’re so fucked up right now.” 

“That’s why,” your real Eddie said, pointing at himself on the screen, “We were a little loose that day, baby, c’mon.” 

“I hate this,” you pouted, pausing the video with the remote. The VCR whirred and the edges of the screen pulled. You admired him in the frame, his skin covered in tattoos, his hair messy over his shoulders, his body defined but still somehow soft in his posture.  “We can stop,” he said, putting his hand over yours on the remote.  You sighed, considering it, “No, no, it’s like ripping the band aid off, let’s just…I don’t know, let’s just get it over with.”  Eddie grinned, taking the remote out of your hand and clicking play. You watched the image spring to life again while video Eddie grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s off the side table and took a swig.  “And for the lady,” he said, reaching for a bottle of Dom Pérignon off screen and shaking it up to open at the end of the bed. 

“Baby, don’t waste it! That was a gift,” you laughed while the champagne sprayed over you, still so careful in your tipsy haze. He passed the bottle to you, kneeling on the bed. He let his tongue slide from the side of your breast to your neck, collecting drips of champagne off your skin.  “We can always get more,” he mumbled into your neck, “Lemme clean up my mess first.”  You saw yourself take gulps from the bottle, leaning over to place it next to his bottle of Jack. You both fumbled around each other a little awkwardly until he had his hands on your waist. You watch him run his mouth from your belly button up between your breasts in fat stripes with his tongue, you mewling at every nip he gave at the end.  “Fuck baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed, “Let daddy tie you up so he can worship you.”  “Oh,” you pouted, “You want me to keep my hands to myself?” 

“Jesus fuck,” he slurred, “No, don’t keep your hands to yourself. Wanna feel you all over me.” You pulled him into a kiss, tangling your hands in his hair while he eased you down on the mattress. Just the side of your body visible, angled away from the camera enough that your arm obscured your breasts.  Eddie got up and walked out of frame, coming back while slapping a little baggie onto his palm, pouring it out on a neat line down your sternum to the top of your belly button. He snorted from the top down, gliding his tongue back up to swipe up whatever coke he left behind, letting his tongue flick at a nipple before reaching back to your mouth. You squealed into his kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist, his nylon black boxer briefs grinding mercilessly against you.  “God, you’re so hot…” Eddie whispered under his breath next to you on the couch.   “Are you like – are you getting off to this?” you asked, a scoff escaping you.  “I’m sorry? Am I getting off to this? I’m watching a home video of me fucking my hot wife. Do you think I’m not rock fucking hard right now?” he asked, gesturing at the television while the film him left a trail of kisses down your body, “This is like…this is PEAK porn, babe. This is my ideal porn.” 

“I don’t even go down on you in it,” you said, adjusting on the couch so your head was on his lap. You could feel his erection in his jeans.  “I don’t need a video of you sucking my cock, sweet thing,” he said with a smirk, “I got that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.” His eyes were still glued to the screen while one of his hands smoothed over your hair. ‘Oh, baby, yes, oooh! Unh! That feels so good,’ your voice leaked out of the TV speakers. 

Eddie eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his fist at the sound, “That is what makes it ideal. Those little sounds you make? Ugh, fuck. Now that’s music.”  You blushed and turned your head back to the screen, Ed’s bitten fist now splayed over your thigh.  On the screen, Eddie had your legs apart, bent at the knees, his mouth lingering over your puffy lips while looking up at you.  “Please more,” you whined at him, putting your hand on the top of his head, “I need it."

“You’ve been so patient all day for it, haven’t you, baby?” he asked, grazing his fingertips up and down your inner thigh.  “Yes, so patient,” you whined, grinding your hips into the mattress in slow circles.  “You’re so perfect,” he said, kissing where his fingers traced, “My pretty girl.” 

He traveled down, painstakingly slow while your fingers gripped his hair, “Gonna worship this pussy the way you deserve.”  He made slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue, lapping up salty sweetness while he kept your lips open with his fingers. His nose brushing your clit while he kept full attention to your other aching spots between your legs. He liked to get deep into it, practically swimming in your slickness before he made any moves that would send you over the edge.  Hearing the squelches and sounds through the TV made you involuntarily clench, your thighs squeezing together. You remembered how good he made you feel that night through your drunken haze. He always made you feel good, but the high of the wedding, the romance of the honeymoon – it was all that and more.   “Oooh, yes, Eddie right there!” you moaned out, leaning up on your elbows and forearms on the mattress in your honeymoon suite. Eddie was latched onto your clit, sucking diligently while his fingertips teased your entrance.  “Love when you say my name, princess,” he said gruffly against your thigh, taking a breath before diving back in.  “Eddie, Ed–oh! Oh god, yes, yes,” your voice was choking out of you while two fingers slid into you with ease, his tongue still lapping and fluttering at your clit while you clenched around him.  “So wet for me, such a pretty fucking pussy,” he muttered, reaching his other hand up to graze one of his thumbs over your nipples, pinching after every few strokes. While it wasn’t always your first source of stimulation, he always knew you liked it right before you were about to finish.  “You’re doing so good, sweet thing,” he cooed while his fingers picked up the pace, your head lolling back trying to get a handle on your moans so anyone else on the floor wouldn’t hear.  “That feels so good, huh?” he mocked while you whimpered at his fingers curling upwards into you. Your hips jolted at the feeling, bucking and writhing while he kept hitting the same spot over and over.  “So good, baby,” you huffed, your eyes brimming with tears while ecstasy rose in your chest.   “You ready for me?” he asked. You nodded feverishly at him while he slipped his fingers out of you. He sat up and put his wet fingers to your mouth where you sucked your slickness off obediently, a moment to bring you back down with him to prepare for the next round.  “You’re so pretty like that,” he said, taking his fingers out and kissing you wetly on the mouth, “My beautiful baby, you’re so pretty.”  You blushed at the praise, in the video, and on the couch with your real life husband. 

“Lemme get a condom hold on,” he said, a little laugh coming out of his mouth from his chest. You laid down with your back to the camera while Eddie hopped out of frame, you could hear bottles clinking and plastic being shuffled in the background. 

“That fat fuckin’ ass…” Eddie mumbled to himself on the couch, “Fuck.”  On the screen, only half of Eddie appears in the background – his dick now on full display.  “Babe, babe look,” his laugh infectious. He shook his hips until his erection swung in a full circle around itself. He laughed again, your back shook in the frame, your little giggles echoing through the speakers in your living room.  “Look how fast I can make it go,” his voice was love drunk. He sped up the pace of his hips as his cock whirled around, balls slapping against his thighs as he did it.  “You’re so stupid,” you laughed from the bed. He bent down into the frame, a hand softly caressing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you.  “You make me so stupid. I love you so much,” he smiled. He got back up, walking closer to the camera, Trojan in hand, and tripped. The image on the screen whirled, showing the ceiling and the back of the room before the camera fell with a hard ‘CLUNK!’ on the ground.  A quiet, ‘Oh shit!’ was heard, before the static snow flashed and fluttered to a steady stream on the screen.  “See, I told you baby, not so bad,” Eddie said on the couch, his palm sliding up and down your thigh. “Just me telling you what a pretty girl you are.”  You didn’t respond for a second.  “You okay?” he asked, his brow gently furrowing in concern, “We’ll get it sorted out, sweet thing, I promise.” 

“I’m okay, I just–” your legs parted slightly, your face reddened, “I kind of wanted to see what happened next.” 

Eddie grinned, getting up from the couch. He hoisted you up over his shoulder, bending you at the hips, smacking your ass hard over your tennis skirt to hear you yelp. He started walking you up the stairs to your bedroom, a dirty little look on his face while you kicked your legs.  “Can we film this, too?” Eddie asked, “It could be fun. Like an anniversary present.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

[getreadytosmash]

Honey, it ain’t home

Note:PLEASE be aware that this fic contains child abuse/neglect and death as well as implied transphobia and know that I do not regret hurting my kids feel free to toss fish and squid at me UwU

“(Wake up, scum)!”

The voice range into Skaar’s cage and eventually a small grey child sat up and stared back to the cage master. Green on black eyes almost seemed to light up the darkest corner of his cage. Shrinking back from the yelling was never a good thing, so the slave was sure to crawl forwards until he was enough in the light that made the cage master nod with satisfaction.

“(You have a fight later),” They knocked a hand against the cage, red skin pulling back into a smirk when Skaar flinched back and bore his fangs without thinking. The stone of his skin stood out far more than any other slave here. “(Make sure you’re in top condition, the King will be watching).”

No one knew where he came from. No one cared. 

The mention of a king got a flinch from him then and Skaar was careful to not say anything that could have potentially set the master off. The last time he had been too loud and the electrified whip across his back - bright flashes he had barely had the time to comprehend before something flew across - left Skaar screaming as wrong coloured blood dripped out of his back. 

Greyskin and wrong eyes with wrong blood. He looked every bit like the monster that they all said he was. 

The cage was going to open soon. Skaar could see his sword being brought out, the shocking prods with dazzling and painful light as well as a bucket of water to dunk his head into and to wash away the old blood from the before fights. He was kept away from the smooth feeling of Earth and solid cold metal was all he could live and sleep on until he was forced out into the ring. Skaar didn’t know why they were so certain on this, but any idea of asking was immediately followed by the fear of what could come for such a thought. 

He would fight and he would kill and then Skaar would scream when he was hurt over and over. It was a hellish life and the only time the grey-skinned monster felt better was when he was asleep and the planet felt like it rocked him to sleep. 

The rattling of his cage startled Skaar and he looked up to see the Cage Master banging the pain stick, a smirk on their face as they leaned against the door, water splashing from the bucket in their free hand. Fear cradled his heart and if he wished that someone would save him, please. 

“(Let’s get this over with, killer of killers. The less I have to touch a monster, the better.)”

~~~~

Rick screamed, and he hated the fact that it took only eight hits of the cane to do this to him. Sure, he had grown past six, but it still stung his pride far worst than it did physically to know that he was giving Sister Maude what she wanted. He didn’t want to scream for her, listen to the lecture she always gave or the way his back pulled and stretched around his caning injuries later on.

He didn’t know what he had done wrong this time, but it always seemed to be something. Sometimes he was too messy, too loud, just too much for anyone and that was why he was alone. Sister Maude said these things and Rick had nowhere to go so he was stuck here, grunting in pain as cold words were the only thing to soothe him.

“Time after time I warn you about this happening, Richard.” Sister Maude’s scowl could be heard clearly, even though Rick couldn’t see her at the moment, or at least didn’t want to. “You start these fights for, what? Attention? To cause more problems for the poor sisters? Answer me!”

The cane came down much lower than it usually did, and the fourteen year old shrieked when the cane hit much lower than it usually did. Pain rushed up his back and Rick fought to not scramble away. Trying to run would only mean that a worse punishment would follow. “N-no!” 

When it finally ended, Rick bit back any last noises, not wanting to give the nun anything else to tell him off over. Besides, it was better that it was Rick on the receiving end of these punishments instead of anyone else. Usually he had it coming, whether it was because he was too loud when trying to learn a new song on the guitar his father had left for him or when he was trying to take away any attention from the younger kids here. No one deserved to be yelled at or made to feel like nothing and Rick had been here long enough that he was used to it.

Besides, it was like Sister Maude always said, Rick had nowhere to go and no one wanted a fourteen year old anymore, he had to keep the younger kids safe so it was up to him to make sure that they got adopted or at least taken to a better place than this. God knew he would want that. 

“You won’t be given dinner tonight.” Sister Maude spoke and Rick felt a roll of nausea when he heard that. He already hadn’t eaten for most of the day. “You’ll go straight to your room and if I or any other Sister, must hear that horrific strumming, your guitar will be removed. Am I clear, Richard Jr?” 

He wanted to run. Run away and never come back, sink into the ground where his parents were and never come back up.

“Yes Sister Maude.”

~~~~

“Brian, please.”

Aunt Rebecca’s voice is hushed, like she doesn’t want Jennifer to hear her and Uncle Brian arguing. Or at least, her aunt arguing. Uncle Brian doesn’t seem to really wanting to argue back, which was odd and silly since Jennifer always liked to debate stuff, like when her and Dad would have a mock argument over the pros and cons of eating sugary pancakes for breakfast vs the gross healthy oatmeal Dad always wanted her to eat. 

“No Rebecca!” Uncle Brian’s voice was much more harsher and Jennifer was in bed, safe and sound, but she still tensed up and tried to not flinch. Bruce was sleeping on the floor in his own makeshift bed and she didn’t know if he was secretly awake too. “Every time we come here, I have to stand around and see what the hell Elaine lets her kid do, it’s disgusting, she should be ashamed of herself along with Morris.”

“Brian-” 

“We only come here because I want you to be happy and apparently what makes you happy is coming to see my family, bringing that wretched monster-” Jennifer’s heart clenched and she fought to look at Bruce. “And to remind me of everything I’ve been through? Isn’t that inconsiderate of you?”

She wants to tell Uncle Brian that he’s wrong. That Jennifer is a really good dancer and she can argue well and her hair is finally long enough to go into those pretty long braided ponytails. Aunt Rebecca was the best aunt, who took her and Bruce to the cool museum and one time that beach and aquarium, but Jennifer knew she wasn’t allowed to talk about that part to Uncle Brian ‘cause she knew that he wasn’t going to be happy about them going to such a cool place without him. 

Jennifer secretly thought that everything should have been done without Uncle Brian and they would all be for the better. Aunt Rebecca and Bruce wouldn’t have those awful bruises anymore and Bruce wouldn’t think that he was a monster. But Dad always got this weird look on his face and would glance at Mom and she would just turn away, scowling into the window and not smiling for the rest of the morning or afternoon. 

“We aren’t going to come here anymore.” Her uncle’s hushed voice drew Jennifer’s attention away form her thoughts again. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to see all of these reminders of being a fucking child again.” 

Aunt Rebecca must have tried to say something, because there was an odd noise before he kept on talking. “It’s sick. I feel sick looking at Elaine’s kid in those dresses. Everything here is sick and I have half a mind to know what’s causing it-”

His voice came closer then, like Uncle Brian was reaching for the door handle and wanting to come into her room. Jennifer pulled her covers up higher and she didn’t miss the hitching noise that came from the floor. The only thing that stopped her from calling out to her parents was when Aunt Rebecca’s voice rose somewhat. Not a lot. She never yelled as a choice. 

“Okay, okay.” Her voice sounded soothing now. “We’ll leave first thing tomorrow and- and you won’t have to come back here. I’ll make something up to Elaine and Morris.”

“Or you. I don’t want you coming here either, Rebecca. I need you with me.”

“...Okay.”

The voices faded away more from her door and Jennifer blinked in the dark. She didn’t feel tired anymore though, instead, Jennifer felt wide awake and like she had just missed a step of the stairs or like she was standing on a tall bridge, ready to fall at any moment. She wanted to say something, but Bruce had curled up further into his bed and Jennifer didn’t want to wake him up just in case he had been able to fall asleep. 

She didn’t think either of them would be able to sleep again if one of them said something. 

~~~~

The plumes of smoke rose into the air, forming from such intensive heat that Thad was shocked that it didn’t go anywhere further. The summer day was hot, the kind where you wanted to sit with some ice cold lemonade or to run as fast as you can through New Hampshire trails with friends laughing and chasing you, eager to win the game. 

Momma- Mom was waiting back at the farm where Mr Thomas was gonna show Thad those frogs by the river after he had helped her out with some chores Mom had shooed him away from, claiming that he was young enough to not have to worry about helping out so much. Thad wished that she would let him help, let him be useful enough around the house, especially now.

He had always liked red and orange and yellow. Warm colours, colours of war that Dad had always said fit Ross men. Aunt Betsy would always smile at these colours falling from the trees before threading her fingers with Uncle Jeff’s hands. 

These warm colours blended and danced together, threading into the sky in a swirling blaze that could bring tears to anyone’s eyes, even a man’s. 

The heat caught Thad strongly and even though he was standing far away enough for it to be safe, the heat still made it hard to breathe, like the air itself wanted to take everything away. 

But it already had done that, just not to Thaddeus. 

The roaring of the flames mixed with the odd ringing in his ears and while Thad couldn’t feel the energy to rub at them, he still winced slightly at the sound. The ringing was joined by a horrible screaming, the kind of screaming that you only heard once and never wanted to hear again ever. 

Henry was nearby, screaming and tearing at the ground and himself. He was strong for a ten year old, only a year older than Thad, due to the boxing lessons he took up. Thad would watch him sometimes and the sun on his face would only flush him further as he laughed and watched Henry hit the heavy sandbag. Henry offered to teach him some stuff and Thad found himself eager for it. 

Only now though, Henry didn’t seem to have any of that same easy-going assurance. His voice was raw from screaming for the past hour, struggling from where Mr Thomas has rushed over when the explosion hit and had immediately taken Henry into his arms, holding tight to ensure that the ten year old couldn’t run into the flames.

Henry wouldn’t look at Thad. Green eyes were glassy with terror and tears and he screamed harder towards the flame, directing Thad’s attention over to it.

He didn’t want to look. But Henry’s father was in the plane, the centre of fire, and he had finally stopped screaming himself. Thad looked and felt his chest clench with..something. He didn’t want to know what, didn’t want to give it a name as he stared into bloodshot and burning as his previously white skin went all sorts of hues of red and black, charring and burning and rotting away.

He stopped struggling and he stared and he gaped and Thad thought he would have screamed if he could. 

Mr Thomas screamed at Thad to get away and later on, his aunt and uncle and mother and Mr Thomas would fuss over him. Dad would slap him on the back and tell Thad that this was a lesson in shirking his duties for personal reasons. Thad would be sick and he would dream of burning red hues and charred skin for the rest of his life. He would look into a mirror one day and see the same horrible hues and blackened eyes staring back at himself.

For now, Thad stared.

~~~~

“God dammit, Robert,” Daddy’s voice was high and dizzy and Bruce maybe would have sounded the same way if he could talk right now. “What did you make me do?”

Mommy was on the floor and red coated the ground around her and tinted the top of her dress and Bruce wasn’t anywhere near her because Daddy was too close and Daddy would do the same to Robbie and he felt sick and he felt that feeling where he got angry and something made him want to scream and run but his legs felt too buzzy like the tv static and he couldn’t run there was nowhere-

“Look at me!”

The voice sounded like a monster now and Robbie stared up with wide eyes, glassy and wet and his chest heaved with everything bad in the world. Daddy had blood on his hands. 

He looked like he wanted to have Robbie’s blood on his hands too.

He felt sick. 

Robbie’s head didn’t feel like it was working right now and that was never a good thing when Daddy was staring and looking so angry. His green jacket was tainted now and Robbie was only glad that he didn’t have the same rushing feeling of the monster in his head - the other monster that wasn’t him - wanting to scream and hit Daddy back. 

“You made me do this. You made me into this.” Daddy snarled and he stunk of his drinks and Robbie couldn’t even flinch back without his head hitting into the car. “I could have been better, Robert. Rebecca was going to fix me. She was making me better and then you came along and it was all just a giant fucking reminder that I can never have anything good.” 

He stepped forward and this time Robbie’s head did smack into the car. He didn’t wince though, he had been hit harder.  

Daddy’s chest heaved and Robbie wished that a sorry could fix this all. He was sorry he was born and made Mommy feel like she had run away, sorry that he made Daddy so unhappy. But his head felt like it was full of cotton and thoughts slid away and feelings took their place of screaming grey static. 

Robbie’s eyes fell onto the green jacket Daddy wore, right where green was tinted with the red and they stayed there. 

He wished Daddy could say sorry for taking Mommy away though. 

Daddy loved Mommy, but he didn’t seem to care about the fact that Robbie loved her too. 

Mommy didn’t move from the ground. She must have been cold there and Daddy didn’t seem to know what to do about that. He stepped away, covered his mouth and paced for a little while. Robbie heard sirens and Daddy screamed into his hands, a muffled and agony filled noise that made Robbie flinch back again, a hollow bang following it easily. 

“You...” Daddy sounds hoarse now. The bad scary when he came into Robbie’s room sometimes, standing near the big monster and he would stare for an hour before leaving again. “You aren’t going to let them know it was me because it wasn’t, okay? It was you, it was always you!”

Stepping closer, Daddy seems to loom over him, the same way the scaled monster in Robbie’s room does. 

“You made me into this because that’s what monsters do. Rebecca...Rebecca loved you for some deluded reason and she wanted you to live so-” Daddy laughs wetly and Robbie wonders what’s so funny. “So you’re going to live. Live with what you did to me and her and you will never forget this, no matter what-” 

And then he leans down and Robbie stares into brown eyes that are dilated and he notices a smear of blood on Daddy’s cheek. “You’re heartless Robert. You kill everything near you, monster, but I won’t let you kill me.”

He stepped away then and the sirens were closer and Robbie felt like static grey and blood tinted green were all that he could feel and see. A small sob finally slipped out of him.

Robbie wished that he wasn’t the only monster, that maybe Jen or the monster in his head was real so they could be here and share a hug or try and help him take away some of that awful feeling in his chest.

He reached out a finger and caught it in the stiff pinkie of Mommy. She was still warm and even though Robbie wanted to hug her, he resisted that urge.

This was good enough for a monster like him.

~~~~

“No! Put it down, Phil!” Sam stared in horror and horror was the correct word right now because his brother was currently holding his most important book, the one that Mommy had given him before she left. 

She was going to be back soon, it had only been a week, but until then Sam had thought it would be good to keep the book she had given him safe, especially since she would want to read it with him when she got back. It was all about sharks and their different habitats and Mommy liked it when she could have fun talks with Sam afterwards and even about who would win in a shark fight to the death. 

But now, in his big brother’s hands, Sam feels his worrying problems push themselves to the front of his mind and he feels like it’s harder to breathe when he doesn’t have the book.

His brother wasn’t nice at times, the bruises up his chest and arms and the missing tooth proved that, Although Mommy and Dad said a lot that it was an accident, right? And Phil was nicer when Sam agreed that it was an accident. Phil didn’t mean to play so roughly, or to push Sam about hard enough for him to get hurt, but it still sent thrums of panic up his back to see his book in Phil’s hands. 

“Why should I?” Phil was already taller than him by lots, despite being thirteen. He grew a lot over the summer and that only served to make him so much more scary when Sam was still eight and waiting for his own growth spurt. Sam tried to keep it to himself, but maybe Phil knew, especially when he got this weird smile on his face when he stepped closer and Sam had to look up. 

“Mommy gave me-”

“Mommy gave me!” Phil copies him and he makes his voice so much higher than it needed to be and Sam’s face feels hot and awful at it. “Do you hear yourself? All this talk of being some sort of big boy now and you’re still too stupid to know that Mom isn’t coming back.”

“She is!” Sam argues back and he feels his chest clench already, panic and bad ideas forming at the words. 

What if she wasn’t coming back? What if she got hurt and couldn’t and-

What if she didn’t want to come back?

Phil seems to catch some sort of look on Sam’s face and his smile turns ugly and Sam wants to back away and run but Phil still has his book and the last time he did that, his brother had grabbed him by his then-long hair and had yanked hard enough that Sam had a headache for hours. It was part of the reason why Sam had gotten Momm- Mom to cut it all off. 

“She doesn’t want to come back and why would she?” Phil stepped closer and jabbed a finger into Sam’s chest, ignoring the small cry of pain. “Dad just sits on his ass all day and only gets up to yell at us now, nothing I do ever seems to be good enough for him or her and don’t even get me started on you!”

Maybe he shouldn’t ask, but Sam’s chest feels so tight now and he knows he should try the breathing exercises Mom tried to show him, but he can’t right now. Everything is piling up more and more, like the dishes in the kitchen that are starting to smell. 

“What about me?”

“You, Sam Sterns, are a freak.” Phil practically spits the word and Sam tries to not flinch. “You’re annoying and talk so goddamn much so no wonder Mom wanted to leave when you’re always causing problems over being scared of everything or wanting to look different and I’m so fucking sick of sharks!”

He swore and Sam stared with wide eyes, but a wail escaped him when Phil seemed to reach the height of his anger and ripped out pages of the book. Sam reached over for it but Phil shoved his hand into Sam’s face and roughly shoved him away, ripping more pages out and chucking them into the mud.

His book was ruined. The pages were too torn up now and dirty to read and nothing would fix it. Tears rose to Sam’s face and he shoved a hand into his mouth to bite down on the oncoming sob from his book being ruined. The hurt in his chest grew and he felt like screaming and he was shaking now, hands reaching down to touched the ruin pages and his fingers shook as he touched muddy ruined words. 

He didn’t want to say anything else, not when breathing was so hard right now and his face felt flushed. Phil just stood over him and he knew that he was going to have worse. 

Later that night, after a trip to the medial room, Dad didn’t even bother asking how Sam broke his wrist. The mud and tears and ruined book seemed to be enough for him.

[staeberries]

since all I can think and talk about and all I will talk about for the next 4 months is Her I’m literally going to talk about the things I like/dislike/what I think about the songs 

@sehunnnybee this one’s for you girl I’ll wait for yours~  also if anyone likes to read this and then @ me I’d love to read your thoughts of the album + mv! 

02. DNA: so…right off the bat, of course, I loved it. 

With time I’ve learned to literally not expect anything of BTS but also expecting it all they’re incredibly unpredictable when it comes to new sounds/experimenting so when I heard the whistling/guitar stream from the teasers I was like ?? uh ok ?  but idk I didn’t think about how that could go on (I was more immersed in visuals with teasers and bighit usually teases us by playing something completely differentso I really didn’t think about music then) NOW, AS I’VE SAID BEFORE, DNA IS SERENDIPITY’S HIGH ON LSD OLDER SISTER. how can you make two songs about the same theme (universe, destiny, love) but to make them sound completely different? And have a TOTALLY DIFFERENT VIBE? MAKE YOU FEEL SUCH DIFFERENT THINGS BUT AT THE END COMUNICATING THE SAME MESSAGE? Pure love and trusting destiny that you’re meant to be together. Bangtan did that.

Now, with that unpredictable thing I was talking about: I did NOT expect such a bubbly song. SUCH A POP SONG. Like for real they always do that, they go against the tide? Kinda? I’m so far up their ass but really I was expecting something different? Idk more serious? But they said “nah listen we got you fam this is gonna be a pop song you’re gonna love” and they delivered just that and now I’m gonna wait for groups to follow this trend – back to super pop songs please

Favorite parts: (I’m a little biased about this bc of the visuals in the mv but it comes as a whole package how can I not be biased?)

Tae starting the song – bighit heard the prayers I’ve been making since 2014

TAE STARTED THE SONG WITH HIS LOW AND DRIPPING HONEY VOICE AND THEN HERE HE COMES HOBI WITH HIS SHARP AND MUCH HIGHER RAP AND I’M LIVING FOR THE CONTRAST

Harmonies – as always in bts’ songs on point – and I’m talking about those reaaaaaally deep back up harmonies you really don’t catch the first couple of times you listen to the song but they’re there and trust me it makes the difference from an okay song to a bts song

The (dubstep kinda) drop took me back to the first time I heard I NEED U and I fell in love with the contrast back then and I still love contrasts like that ;;;;;;;;;;

When spring day came out in february I kept repeating yoongi’s part in the second verse over and over and HE’S DONE IT AGAIN “I want it this love, I want it real love” that’s all I hear when I’m alone with my thoughts.

I absolutely love the bridge :’) vocal line :’) jin and the boys :’)

Of course, and if this isn’t one of your favorite parts we can’t be friends: Hoseok’s ending bit LA LA LA LA LA I love him and deserved spotlights

03. Best of Me: okay honestly I was prepared to not like this song. I was ready to be :/ about it…. We know why chainsmokers But I was soooooo happy with the beat drop in the chorus it’s just… so pretty? So sweet? Boys I knew you were soft but not like this. And after reading the lyrics I just absolutely love it (actually, thinking about it, I would have expected the title track to be THIS kind of sound and theme instead of DNA lmao) 

I think the chorus might get repetitive towards the end of the song but the rap keeps it balanced so as always I’m thankful for rap line. Did I mention the lyrics are literally poetry? Okay, they are.

04. Dimples:  this is exactly what I wanted when they announced the album was gonna be based in youth and love? A silly love song. THIS IS WHAT I WAS HERE FOR. Silly love songs about the silliest things…….. I’m a lil bitch but I would have wanted rap line in this :( but okay vocal line was literally perfect AND AT THIS POINT IN THE ALBUM I ALWAYS REALIZE TAEHYUNG HAS GOTTEN SO MANY PARTS IN SONGS AND IM  A L I V E like I really think he’s pretty balanced with Jimin’s parts? and that’s amazing.

05. Pied piper: this was the first song that made me completely lost it because of how good it was I was jumping up and down my bed at 6am like ?????? bts getting me turnt at 6 am???? and as it progresses you hear this talk box sound in the background??? (fun fact: one of my favorite bands back in highschool was Chromeo and that talkbox was their trademark and it just took me back to good old Chromeo songs) and the talkbox gets stronger and stronger and I just LOVE IT

I want to think Yoongi had to do with the talkbox but idk he played it in one of those puma adds last year lol I’d think he knows what those are and wanted to experiment a little bit (i don’t know who was more involved in songs this time so idkidkdikd) 

Interlude – before yoongi’s rap starts he dares whispering his name. im okay

Now, without lyrics this song was great but when I read the lyrics I McFucking Lost it. How could they do this? How dare they come to my house and talk like this to me????? in my face???? In my own house???? God they’re so right tho???? And now the talk box and the little chants fucking make so much more sense is indeed like the rhythm is taking over the song / taking over me lmao 

I might be weird but… going back to suga whispering his name… I’m pretty sure they made their parts a little bit sexy on purpose? like to allure us and shit or is it just me? suga + hoseok in the second verse (also tae) sound so sexy? idek if it’s ME LOSING IT but uh  yeah 

06. MIC Drop: I remember when I heard this my first thought was like HOLY SHIT ROCK? bc of the little bit of electric guitar they had going on but then it went to their usual hiphop style anyways HOLY SHIT THIS SONG IS BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! idk what else to say really it’s everything I expected of this song

07.고민보다 Go: this is my jam. Period. There’s no more to say. My jam without lyrics MY JAM WITH LYRICS. I’m a poor sad child and this is my song for when I go out eating and spend the money I need for other shit in only food

fuck it thank you bts for making a song for my every day life.

08. Outro: Her: This song is so pure? I suck at words but they as always said the most honest thing they could have said? I really cried with Yoongi’s verse :( I love him so much I want him to be happy that’s it woah I’m getting carried away. OKAY I remember the first time I heard it without lyrics or anything I thought it reminded me of their older style like… Skool Luv Affair more specific? It really reminds me of that era – AND NAMJOON SAID IT HIMSELF IN THEIR VLIVE is more like their old rap style  :’)

downs: in general I think they could have done with a little bit less autotune in some parts (in dna and pied piper and i guess other songs but I can’t remember) but idk anything about music so it might have had a very different result without the autotune ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and that’s it! if you really read through this ily 

this album only made me MORE EXCITED for what it’s coming for this series 

I just love bangtan

[wordssomejust]

Music Lovers

You are so damn pretty, he said as he walked over to me. He came close and placed his hands on my waist.

The dj had just started playing some great 90s jams. The crowd roared. I leaned in close so he could hear me.

"Are there any waitresses down here? My cousin and I have been trying to place an order for a while now"

"Yes, there is one down here. I will find her for you." He stares at me for a lingering moment. "You are so fucking pretty, damn."

I blush, "thank you kindly."

A few moments go by and he sends a waitress over, he looks and gives me that sweet country boy smile.

He mingles his way through the crowd, talking to guests...flirting with women. Every so often, he catches my gaze and smiles "so fucking pretty" he mouths while shaking his head, seemingly in disbelief.

His smile sticks with me. It makes me feel a little giddy, in a silly schoolgirl like way. I like it though.

I immediately shame myself for being giddy about a stranger (and obvious flirt) flirting with me as he flirts with all the other women in the room.

Time passes, my cousin and I enjoy poetry and burlesque performances while finally getting some drinks.

The host, comes back on stage, a gorgeous honey-colored girl with curly black hair and a body to die for. Her black lace dress hugs every curve of her carefully sculpted body. She announces the next act. "Ladies, are you ready to get a little moist?" She asks as she introduces a singer/songwriter from Memphis.

Next, I see Mr. Flirty with a guitar strapped around his shoulder, strolling onto stage.

He sits down, takes his shoes off and begins strumming away on the guitar. His voice sails out of his mouth. Smooth, higher than I expected, soulful, and stirring.

Now I see why he's so cocky and flirty. Women must practically through their panties at him.

He starts singing Usher's "Nice and Slow" sending the predominantly female crowd into a lustful frenzy.

Don't get me wrong, I like it too, but its a bit of a turn-off. I hate community penis or the guy that all the women are throwing themselves at. I listen to Flirty finish his set and clap as I try to forget the smooth voice, country boy grin, and the shiver down my spine when he placed his hands on my waist. He's a whole hoe...I'm sure of it. He finishes out is set with some original songs. Crooning about love and longing. He is beautiful and so are his words and his voice.

A few minutes later as I'm leaning over to tell my cousin how much fun i'm having...I'm startled by someone invading my personal space. As I turn, Flirty comes and sits in my lap.

Shocked, all I can manage is "really sir? you're just going to sit on my lap?"

"Well, we can switch and you can sit on mine if you'd like."

I sit, stuck...I have no response. so he grabs my hands, place them around his waist, and sits... on my lap...as the next poet comes up and starts talking about all the ways she'd like to lick her lover.

He turns to me "wanna switch now?"

"Yes, before my legs fall asleep, please"

He stands, takes my hands to help me up and we trade places. I'm on his lap, his hands are again on my waist and he pulls me close to him.

I place my arm around his neck.

"I have such a horrible headache." he sighs. As if we're just picking up in the middle of a conversation.

"Its likely a combination of tension and loud music." I say confidently as if I know anything about what could be ailing him.

"You're right, its probably stress...tension," He says.

"yeah, you need to find a way to relax, release some of that stress. Then you'll feel better"

"He casually turns to me, will you help with that release?"

Its so bold and unexpected and assuming and who does he think he is? At the same time its casual and sweet and a seemingly genuine question.

The words bypass the part of my brain that contains all reason and logic. Before I can catch them I hear myself say "yeah, I can."

He says ok and we listen to the poet finish her performance before he tells me he'll be right back.

My cousin didn't hear any of this. She just laughs and says "I see you got a whole boo now." I'm trying to decide if I want to tell her that I'm pretty sure I just agreed to a one night stand with a tall, chocolate, smooth-voiced, flirty, stranger.

I don't even remember what he said his name was. This is so stupid and reckless.

Its alright though, I can easily just play coy and act like I didn't mean "relax RELAX or release RELEASE." He may roll his eyes, but he'll be fine. Pick another girl to leave with and I'll laugh at the whole thing.

Although, the idea rolls around in my head a bit. I'd love to have him cradle my body like he did his guitar. His nimble fingers slowly stroking my strings. His voice in my ear, not loud and smooth like his performance, but winded and soft in my ear.

I'm in my head imagining what having him inside me might feel like when he startles me out of my sexy dreamscape. "Come here"

He says as he grabs my hand, places it on his side and leads me away. As if he knew I wouldn't offer any resistance. Of course, I don't. I simply hop up, look over my shoulder at my cousin and whisper "be right back” with a wide-eyed, confused shoulder shrug.

He pulls me backstage and into a small corner. Standing right in front of me he looks into my eyes, places one hand on my waist and the other on my neck as he pulls me in for a kiss.

His lips are soft, his tongue tastes sweet like candy. He kisses me passionately like we're lovers. Not strangers that only met about an hour ago or like two people who may or may not actually know each other's names.

"mmmm My Ann" he elongates that last syllable and breathes me in. His eyes closed like he's trying to hold on to the memory of our first kiss. I realize at that point that he does, in fact, know my name. I'm the only one that's unsure...about his name... and everything else.

Someone calls "Aye, Bram! I need you man." He doesn't turn away at the voice. He is still looking into my eyes.

"I'm in town for the show, my hotel isn't far from here. Wait for me and we'll leave together."

With that, he kisses me again and walks away. I stand there frozen and terribly out of place. Am I going to do this? Would I really have sex with a stranger? I'm 34 and have never done anything like this. Granted I'm no prude, but one night stands are something I've never even been interested in.

I walk back to the crowd. My cousin is sitting there shaking her head. I'm wondering if she actually saw anything that happened. Before I can even sit down she's curled over laughing. "Girl, what was that. Where did he take you? What the hell did you just do? Lawd I can't go nowhere with you?” I'm surprised she can get any of these words out over all the laughter.

I respond, "So, that's Bram and apparently we're going out after the show?

"Hoe, this show is over at like 12:30...Where y'all goin?"

"We're in the city" I say. "Probably a diner or something. I don't know." She looks at me like I'm either lying or naive.

"Of course I'll text you. He's a musician so I'm sure we can find his page on insta or something. That way if I go missing, you at least know who the suspect is."

She starts on her detective shit. Looks at show flyer for his name, finds his insta and just like that we have his full name. Ibram Fuller, but he goes by "Bram" he plays 13 different instruments and has worked with some pretty prominent players. He has one album out and is currently preparing to release a second. He's of course from Memphis and is seemingly unattached. She takes note, then we push that to the side and finish the show.

At the end of the night my cousin sits with me until Bram returns. "Hey friend, homie, cousin!" he says to her. I realize that I never introduced her or even mentioned who she was. He gives her a hug as if he'd known her forever too. "I'm Bram, and I'm taking your..." he looks at me. "My cousin" she interjects. "Yes, your cousin away for the night. I promise to be a gentleman and keep a smile on her face. "

"You better Ibram Fuller."

His eyes open wide and he smirks. Well I see I've been discovered. He laughs that country boy laugh. Now that the music has died down you can hear his southern drawl. Damn its sexy. It rolls off his lips, the lips that kissed me, the lips I can't wait to feel again. Not just on my mouth though. What is wrong with me?

He's talking to my cousin, I'm not even listening until. "You ready babe?" I look stuck, babe?

He turns to me "My Ann," he entwines his fingers in mine. "Can I take you away now, please babe?"

My cousin smiles "Call me in the morning cuz. Bye Bram" and she's out.

Turns out, while I was in a daze, Bram told her who he was and where he was staying. That explains what she was typing in her phone. Thank goodness one of us has some sense. He planned on putting his guitar down and taking me for something to eat so he could get to know me. He also told her that he would make sure I text her so she'd know I was safe.

With our fingers interlocked we walk towards the door. He prepares to call an Uber, but I let him know I drove, I can just valet at the hotel. He doesn't answer, he just stops, grabs my neck and kisses me again. Right there in front of everyone, at the door of the theater.

"OK, which way?" he says.

I'm struck by how at ease he is. He doesn't know me. I could be crazy, a stalker. He seems to have no apprehension at all. I, on the other hand, am playing it cool on the surface, but everything inside me is racing. However, I still want to go with him. I want to explore this night. I don't care if its just one night.

We get to my car, I plug the hotel into my GPS. Its only 13 minutes away. John Coltrane starts blowing through the speakers.

"Well well My Ann likes jazz. You just keep impressing me."

"I like a little of everything, but yes I'm a fan of jazz."

"You are so fucking pretty, tell me more."

"Tell you more like what, there is a lot I could say"

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from here, DC. Actually, I grew up not too far from here"

"Well I'm from"

"Memphis, right?"

He gives me the wide-eyed grin

"The host said it when she introduced you...and the country drawl is a bit of a give away as well"

He laughs. "You think I have an accent"

I don't think love, I know you do

We both laugh. he grabs my free hand and kisses it. Then starts to play in my hair.

"How long have you been natural"

"About 6 years now"

"I love that shit. Its so sexy."

Before I know it we pull up to the hotel valet. Bram gets out, gives the worker his room number and comes around to open my door.

We lock fingers again and walk inside. In the elevator he puts his guitar down and in a second he's on me. My back pressed against the railing of the elevator. He moves his hands slowly from my hips, up my sides, across my breasts, up my neck, and into my hair. His eyes locked on me the entire time.

"My Ann, what's your last name"

"huh" I say, lost in the pure electricity that's surging through me. "umm LeSalle. Ann LaSalle"

He smiles and kisses me on the forehead

"Ann LeSalle, my Ann. I want all of you tonight. OK?

"uh huh" I nod.

The elevator dings, 13th floor. He again interlocks his fingers with mine, grabs his guitar and we're off to the room.

The room is big and modern. The bed looks like a bed of clouds, the view of the city mesmerizing. He shuffles in after me, walking to the desk where he puts down his guitar and little duffle bag.

"I'm going to shower real quick, sit down, take your shoes off, get comfortable," he says, then disappears into the bathroom.

I'm relieved I get a moment to gather myself. I shoot my cousin a  quick text with the room number. Stand at the window and take in the view. The city lights sparkle, you can't hear the bustle on the street from up here.

He shouts from the bathroom, "there's some drank in the little fridge, make yourself something, relax."

I look in the little fridge, there is Hennessy, Crown Apple, Coke, and Ginger Ale. I pour myself a little Crown, check out the room. This place is awesome I think to myself. I take a seat in a little chaise by the window, look up at the couple of stars you can see through the city smog and exhale. The room smells like sandalwood, it must be the oil he wears. The faint smell of it is on my dress as well. D'Angelo is playing in the background. Brown Sugar. It's coming from a little laptop on the desk by where he placed his things.

He comes back out in a towel and a smile. "you good babe"

"yep, just enjoying the view"

"Indeed, so am I. My Ann, come here babe"

I put my drink down and walk over to him. He turns me around so that my ass is pressed against him. Nuzzles his face into my neck and breathes me in. His lips graze my neck. His hands wander. He bends down and lifts my dress, pulling it up over my head. Just like that, I'm naked.

I don't see him, but I can hear his smile. "So you just don't wear drawls or anything huh"

"Sometimes, but not often"

"ummmm. My Ann"

He caresses my skin and places soft kisses on my neck and shoulders. Then slowly pushes me down on the bed so I'm laying on my stomach.

He slowly touches and kisses me from my neck to my ankles. he works his way back up placing gentle kisses on my ass cheeks. His tongue lingers with each kiss. His fingertips move slowly up and down the inside of my thigh, with each stroke getting closer and closer to the center. He then reaches down and lets one finger slide inside me.

"ooooh My Ann. Did I do that" talking about the entire river that's flowing between my legs.

"Indeed you did My Bram"

I turn to the side to see his face. He smiles, then licks me off of his finger.

"I knew you would taste as good as you look."

He hovers over me, places his hand on my lower stomach and lifts me so my ass is in the air and I'm on all fours. Again he licks up the inside of my thigh then plunges his face into my pussy. Licking everything, from front to back.

Its passionate, wet, sloppy head. Like he's been starving for me and just can't stop eating. I can barely catch my breath. Every time his tongue touches me I melt. This shit is amazing. He pushes me down on my side, lays his head on my thigh and holds my other leg in the air...and keeps eating. I'm thankful for the new position. I can't even feel my legs anymore, my whole body is melting into the bed. My moans are uncontrollable. I feel a rumble starting throughout my body. The feeling intensified as he slides two fingers inside me and gently tickles my g spot while giving my clit the wettest sloppiest kiss ever.

I grab his head. He whispers "that's right baby, let it go...give it to me." He fills his mouth with my pussy again. The feeling comes over me like a wave. My entire body lights up with pleasure. Electricity throbs through my veins, down my pussy, and against his waiting mouth. He moans as I let go. I make some sound that I can't even recognize. I don't care though. I don't think I've ever cum like that. The feeling lingers, tiny aftershocks causing convulsions. He doesn't move, he keeps his lips pressed on my pussy, slowly licking with every throb.

"My Ann, good girl. You taste so good babe"

His voice causes another tremble.

As I start to catch my breath and prepare to say something witty in response, he sits up on his knees and I catch a glimpse of his dick before he slowly slides it inside me. It takes a few pushes to get it all in. He's a good length, but so damn thick. His dick fills me up and I love every inch of it.

"Fuck baby" I moan

"oooohhhhh My Ann...lets talk about this wet ass pussy of yours. DAMN"

His strokes are deep and purposeful. I squeeze his dick like I'm begging it to never leave me.

I realize he's dominated me this entire time. I wonder how he feels about women taking control. He's certainly been in the driver seat all night. I shift my leg and push him on his back.

He looks up and grins. I climb on top of him and slide myself back down on that thick ass dick.

"Good girl. he smiles"

I grind and ride as he grips my ass with one hand and my left breast with the other. Our rhythm is in sync. As I move he rocks his hips meeting me. Going deeper and deeper. I feel the rumble again. I lean down and kiss his lips, bouncing on his dick as I do. He slaps my ass "I like it baby" he says.

"you feel so good" I whisper. I sit up and pull him too me. Wrapping my legs around him and rocking on his dick as I cum again. He moans with me as my pussy once again starts to throb. This time on his dick. I'm lost in the sensation. Nothing exists but he and I. His lips kiss mine hard and deep like we both want to stay in this feeling... in this place.

Turn around

Just like that my chest is back on the bed and my ass is back in the air. He plows inside, gripping my thighs. His thrusts are merciless. Each one sends shockwaves through my body. He smacks my ass hard, then squeezes.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” he says through his teeth.

“My Annnnnnnnn.” He says, dragging it out. I moan

"My Ann" he says again as if he wants a response.

"Yeah baby" I say. Panting for air, grabbing for sheets, pillows everything. His dick is ravaging me and he wants to hold a conversation. Fuck

"I'm going to cum soon, but I want you to cum with me. Can you give me one more baby."

"Yes baby. yes, yes yes yeeeeeesssssss"

He grabs my hair, arches my back high and pounds every bit of his dick into me. This time it isn't a slow rumble. This feeling is deep and intense. Whatever it is, it's ready to overflow. It's euphoric. I'm clawing at the bed, my eyes rolled into my head.

I breathe in and exhale "i'm...cumming. baby. I. I. I'm cuming"

"ooooohhhhhhhh shit, me too babe". He tenses. I feel him grow inside of me. His dick throbbing against the walls of my pussy. He groans, still stroking. harder. deeper. relentless. The sound of his skin slapping against mine. His labored breath in between moans. passion exploding between the two of us. This orgasm is volcanic, every part of me seizes with pleasure. My mind frenzied, my heart pounding against my chest. He hunches over me, panting heavily in my ear. His dick inside me. The throbs lessening in intensity as our bodies try to find normalcy again.

He again entwines his fingers with mine. I kiss his hand and sink into the bed. I turn to look at him and find his gaze squarely on me.

"So. fucking. pretty," he says

"So. fucking. Amazing," I respond.

The next morning I wake up and he's in the corner of the room. A beat is coming from his ipad and he's playing softly and mumbling lyrics along to it.

"I didn't want to wake you up, but I wanted to get this melody down before I forgot it."

It's fine. Keep playing.

He strums a song and sings a mixture of words and mumbles. I just look at him. He's naked, holding his guitar, looking as if he is in his own world. I'm just there on the outskirts observing. Every once in awhile he'll look up and smile at me.

I lay back in the bed and as my head hits the pillow I get flashbacks of the night before. My heart starts to race at the thought. A night of sex that left me completely exasperated, yet longing for more of him. For a brief moment, I wonder if this is his usual play. The same routine he does with different women in different cities. All left feeling intoxicated with his pleasure but ultimately forgotten.

I push the thought out of my mind. I don't want to be his girlfriend, I just wanted a great night. I got all that and more.

"come over here" he wakes me out of my daze.

I stand up and pause by the bed, letting the light from the window wash over me. Also, letting him get a better look at the fine well of melanin he got to dip into last night.

He licks his lips "bring your pretty ass over here."

I sashay over to him. He reaches for my hand and guides me to his lap. Placing his face in my neck and nibbling at it. I blush and squirm against him

"Do you play?"

"No, never did learn to play anything. I've always wanted to play the guitar though."

"You sing though, right?"

I look at him puzzled, "yeah, I do actually."

I can tell by the way you moan. Its almost like you're singing a song. It's sexy as fuck, I'm trying to hear it again before I leave. Annnd there is the country boy grin.

"let me hear you sing something."

"Dude, I literally just woke up. Who rolls out of bed and starts singing?"

"You do, today. What do you want me to play?"

I can't believe how nervous I get. All of a sudden the woman that just confidently strutted across the room in all her glory feels like a scared little kid. "Um....maybeeee...My Funny Valentine."

"oh...My Ann. Are you trying to make me fall in love."

He starts playing chords, then looks up at me. "Go ahead babe."

His look is endearing. Not cocky or flirty like the other night. More comfortable and genuine. This is his zone, his happy place. I felt like he was inviting me in.

I begin with a deep scratchy "myyyyyy" before clearing my throat and grabbing some of his water. I start again. " Myyyy Funny Valentine" The words sail out of my mouth as he closes his eyes and plays along. Mid song he puts the guitar down and starts kissing my neck.

I inhale deeply and grab the back of his head.

"Don't stop singing"

I keep on "don't you change a hair for me, not if you care for me"

My breath is choppy trying to sing the notes as tongue explores my neck and shoulder. His right hand cups my breast and he slides his finger in circles around my nipples. His other hand slowly explores my pussy, which is once again overflowing.

he slides his finger inside me, then brings it up to my lips, stopping my song and placing it on my tongue. I suck his finger and moan.

"See, how good you taste"

He continues to play with my pussy, teasing me, dipping his fingers in and out of the pool of wetness that has materialized between my legs. The way he moans and whispers my name is intoxicating. I'm under his spell.

He stands me up and bends me over the desk, once again he's inside me. Full and hard, he inhabits every inch of my pussy. Like I am his home, he's comfortable there, moving and grinding inside me. With every stroke, I throw my ass back on him.

"oh, you're a feisty girl aren't you?" he says as he smacks my ass. It stings so good.

Come here, baby. He turns me around and I sit on the desk wrapping my legs around his waist. He takes one leg and puts it over his shoulder. We kiss and rock and moan. I feel dizzy with pleasure.

"Don't cum yet baby, I want you to wait for me"

"Sit down," I say. He sits on the chair as I kneel in front of him. I slowly lick from his balls to the tip of his dick. I rub the tip across my lips and moan. I can taste myself all over him. I lick my lips and start to take his huge dick in my mouth licking and sucking it. I savor it like an ice cream cone, running my lips across it. He's big so I spit on it and used my hands to stroke the base of the dick as I suck. One hand tickling his balls. I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth, gagging and quickly catching my breath before going back to work.

"Ohhhhh My Annnnn." He runs his fingers through my hair. I feel his body tensing. So I take my time passionately and sloppily kissing his amazing penis.

He lifts me up and sits me on him. I grind my hips back and forth, as he presses his fingers into my hips. We kiss some more.

"please baby....please Ann cum with me. Shit please baby I want to feel it"

The sound of his voice sends electricity surging through me.

I can barely make out what he's saying. I'm caught up in a euphoric buzz. The room blurs, the sound of the music playing in the background is a muffled mess. I'm moaning so loud if people are next to us, I'm sure they know how our morning is getting started.

I wrap my arms around him, kissing him hard, pressing into him.

"Babe, shit...I'm gonna"

I don't get the words out before I start to cum. I feel him throbbing inside me. He lets out a grunting moaning Fuuuuck sound and collapses into the chair. I collapse on top of him. Completely spent.

In between labored breaths, he whispers "My Ann, tell me this won't be the last time"