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kikyan · 4 years

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~Pop goes [Y/n]~

Yandere! Laughing Jack x Female!Reader

“ Hey [Y/N]?”

“ Yes, dear old brother of mine?”

“ I finally made a friend. . .”

“ Oh? What does this friend look like? What’s his name?”

“ Well his name is Laughing Jack and he is a clown!”

“ Oh, a clown? I love clowns!! When can I meet him!”

“ He’s my friend [Y/N]. . .”

[Y/N] little brother whined as he looked at his sister hanging upside down from the tree in their backyard. [Y/N] wasn’t like most girls, while most girls would ignore their brother, younger or older [Y/N] didn’t. She absolutely adored her younger brother Zach.

“ I’m not trying to take away your friend silly!! I just want to meet him!! How does he look?”

“ Well. . . he is super tall and is black and white all over. Plus he-”

“ Wait. He is black and white?”

“ Yes, dummy if you listened-”

“ Why isn’t he colorful like the rest of the clowns we’ve seen?”

“ I don’t know but I can ask him!”

“ Please do because I am curious! Can’t keep me in suspense now can you?”

Jumping down from the tree [Y/N] fixed her clothing which consisted of jeans and a hoodie, complementing the cold temperatures plaguing her small town. Fixing her hair so it wasn’t in the way, [Y/N] ran to engulf Zach in a hug as she twirled him around laughing, causing Zach to smile and laugh as well.

“ You know I love you right Zach!”

“ Of course! You tell me that everyday sister!”

“ Well, I don’t want you to forget okay! Now let’s go back inside because I am freezing out here and I know that we are both craving some food right about now.”

“ Okay [Y/N]! Also, Jack told me that he doesn’t have color because he isn’t like most clowns!”

“ Well, that’s interesting, we don’t attack creativity or originality so that’s good!”

“ YOU’RE LEAVING US!”

“ I CAN’T STAND IT HERE WITH YOU ANYMORE!”

“ OH SO FUCK YOUR WIFE AND KIDS HUH? YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO GET A JOB RIGHT? NOW YOU’RE LEAVING ME AND THE KIDS FOR THAT WHORE!”

“ DON’T INSULT HER LIKE THAT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT I FOUND THE RIGHT ONE A LITTLE LATER THAN USUAL! BESIDES, IT SEEMS YOU HAVE ENOUGH PEOPLE TO SUSTAIN YOU!”

“ WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?”

“ MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED WHORING AROUND MAYBE WE WOULDN’T BE HERE!”

“ AND THE KIDS?”

“ YOU BIRTHED THEM NOT ME! YOUR PROBLEM NOT MINE!”

As the screaming raged on [Y/N] Zach close by as he was sobbing in the hug. Asking his big sister why their parents were arguing and why they were screaming, most importantly why they were hiding but [Y/N] only smiled as she laughed and placed a kiss on Zach’s forehead.

“ It’s okay Zach! Remember the song I taught you, “ Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle, That's the way the money goes, Pop goes the weasel!”

Zach nodded before singing as soft gasps came out as he tried to calm his breathing and stop his crying as he sang with [Y/N]. Soon after the screams ended [Y/N] smiled as Zach fell asleep with his cheeks all puffy and slightly red. Kissing his forehead slightly, [Y/N] whispered as she promised Zach a promise that she has yet to break.

“ I’ll protect you Zach, I swear it. Nothing and no one will harm you for as long as I live.”

The next day [Y/N] woke up with Zach’s hand holding her own as she guided him down the stairs after brushing their teeth in the morning. [Y/N] smiled as she and Zach both jumped down from the second step to the floor, giggling a bit as they skipped over to the kitchen. To their surprise, their mother was already up and running cursing small curses as she tried to make breakfast for her kids.

“ You kids are awake! Great I have an interview at 9 and it’s 8:45! [Y/N], you can finish the rest of the breakfast right? Remember chores first and games later okay! See you soon!”

Their mother ran as she hurriedly put on her heels and grabbed her purse, exiting the house soon enough. [Y/N] stood holding the spoon that was used to mix the contents of a pot wondering what the hell she was supposed to do.

“ Um. . . Zach, sit at the table and I’ll make us breakfast okay!”

“ Okay [Y/N].”

[Y/N] grabbed a chair and climbed it to peek at the contents, it was just oatmeal but it couldn’t be that hard to make, could it? She simply got the container and read the directions making sure to follow it correctly. After making the food [Y/N] served it and handed a plate to Zach and placed hers next to him.

“ [Y/N] I’m thirsty.”

“ I think we have some spare orange juice, I’ll see if I can find it.”

Going to the fridge [Y/N] opened it and found a small bottle of orange juice that was filled enough for both of them to drink from. As she made it back she served her brother a cup of juice which he drank rapidly. [Y/N] only smiled as she picked up her own spoon only for Zach to say, “ [Y/N] my food is hot. Can you blow on it?”

Sighing a bit she laughed and picked up the spoon blowing on it slightly to cool down the oatmeal and decided to play around with it.

“ Zach! Here comes the airplane!”

Making childish sound, ‘vrooom’, ‘ Zooom’ she spoonfed Zach the oatmeal she prepared, it seemed like the disaster that occurred yesterday was being drowned out of the laughter of Zach as he enjoyed playing with his older sister.

“ [Y/N] I’m hungry.”

“ Hold on Zach if we could rush cooking trust me I would, I am starving.”

“ Jack gave me some candy that I could have.”

“ And he didn’t give me some? I am offended.”

“ Because you are a girl [Y/N]”

“ That does not make sense but okay I guess, treasure your candy and I’ll treasure our dinner.”

“ Wait, I want to eat dinner too!”

“ You already have candy Zach, you can’t have dinner if you have candy!”

“ O-okay! I’ll put it away!”

“ I’m just playing Zach but if you have candy before dinner it will give you a tummy ache, and you won’t enjoy candy if you do that.”

“ Hmm... Okay [Y/N]”

Mixing around the chicken noodle soup [Y/N] pondered and thought where her brother got the candy from. He said Jack gave it to him, but Jack wasn’t real was he? Unless. . .

“ Hey Zach, question what kind of Candy did Jack give you?”

“ Hm. . . not sure all I know is that they are colorful though. I would share but Jack doesn’t want you to have any.”

“ Hmph! Fine! That’s fine, I guess I won’t share my soup with him either! His loss. . .”

At the sound of this sarcastic remark, Zach jumped up to say, “ H-he says that he can’t give you candy because you aren’t special but your soup looks tasty!”

“ Oh? Well, thanks for the compliment Jack but it’s a shame that I’m not special enough for candy. If there is extra feel free to take some soup I guess.”

[Y/N] began to serve dinner with a pondering thought. ‘That candy came from nowhere so it’s only safe to assume that Zach is lying or Jack is real, what did he mean by special? There isn’t much difference between me and Zach aside from age, I would say the both of us have vivid imaginations and similar personality. Wait! Could it be age? I’m gonna have to keep Zach close by... .until I get to the bottom of what’s happening.’

[ Y/N only stared at Zach eat the soup with a smile on his face, Zach was the only reason [Y/N] could even smile in this world.

“ Brush your teeth?”

“ Yes.”

“ Wash your face?”

“ Yes.”

“ Ready for bed?”

“ Yes- WAIT! NO! THAT’S NOT FAIR!”

“ Keep it down Zach! Before the neighbors come after my as- I mean come complain!”

“ Were you about to say a naughty word?”

“ Yes, but I didn’t. Anyway’s we are having a sibling sleepover because mom isn’t coming home till late so.”

“ Yay! Does that mean I get to cuddle next to that bear dad got you?”

“ Yes, yes it does. Now onward child to my room!”

“ Yay! Wait, Jack is asking why I can’t sleep by myself.”

“ Well, Yah see Jack, Zach and I have sibling sleepovers that not even mom can stop so, it’s a tradition and I will be shook if it ends now!”

“ What does that mean?”

“ It’s best if thy don’t know!”

“ Hmph! Rude.”

“ I-, okay well someone ain’t getting cuddles!”

“ Aww C’mon!”

“ Well hurry to bed.”

“ Okay, wait, Jack where are you going?”

“ Is Jack leaving or something?”

“ He said he is going to walk around the house.”

“ Huh, okay just make sure to watch out for some steps.” el

Suddenly, sleep overcame everyone as Zach cuddled into [Y/N] as [Y/N] only stared in horror as she saw the silhouette of another being, assuming they are only staring at them. It was a tall-skinned being with shaggy hair. [Y/N] could not see who or what it was but she tried to steady her breathing and make it seem like she was already sleeping.

Suddenly the being began to move and [Y/N] closed her eyes and clutched onto Zach tighter afraid that this being would harm Zach. The being shifted and officially left the room and began going down the stairs only to briefly pause, before stepping over a step and continuing his way down.

‘ He knew about the step, he knew the stairs had strange steps! Either he was here for some time inside the house already or he is Jack!’

[Y/N] stayed awake for some time before succumbing into a deep sleep, not before staring into the eyes of a tall-skinned monochrome man resembling that of a clown.

“ Hey Mom, I’m sorry to bug you but will you be gone all week, at night that is?”

“ Yes, but why do you wanna know that sweetie?”

“ Well, let’s just say that Zach really misses you and stuff.”

“ Zach has you right?”

“ Well yeah but having a mother seems better, I’m not saying I don’t like taking care of Zach but it’s just that maybe it would be safer if you got here earlier. What in case someone breaks in or something?”

“ This is a good neighborhood so I doubt that, besides you have the next door neighbors in case of anything so don’t worry. On top of that, why do you ask now? What happened all of the sudden?”

“ Nevermind mom, I get it, you have to work and I’ll just try my hardest okay! Have a safe day today mom!”

“ Okay sweetie, remember get Zach to school and you too okay! Bye! Call me or the neighbors if you need something!”

As [Y/N]’s mom left for work once again in the morning, [Y/N] pondered on the thought that again, like always nothing changed.

“ You have your lunch right?”

“ Yes!!”

“ Okay good boy Zach! Now off we go to school, I’ll pick you up after my school okay?”

“ Okay! Does that mean we can play later after school?”

“ Of course silly!”

“ Hey don’t call me that [Y/N]!”

“ Okay, if you say so, but also if you get good grades! Don’t forget to be nice to ‘ Everyone. . .’.”

“ But I am!”

“ Okay but why did you fight with that kid named Tommy?”

“ He said that the boys had to take care of the girls and that I was a baby because you still took care of me!”

“ Zach. Let me say something.”

[Y/N] crouched down to meet her brothers height as she began to speak.

“ Zach, mom is a girl and she takes care of the both of us! Does that make us babies?”

“ W-well n-no”

“ I am your older sister so I have to take care of the younger people! Does that make you a baby?”

“ No. . .”

“ You’re not a baby Zach. . . in fact I think you’re a strong boy! Who saved me from the pirates? Who saved me defeat the giant in the backyard?”

“ I did!”

“ Exactly, now would a baby be able to do that?”

“ You’re right [Y/N]! Thanks. . . you really are the best sister in the whole world!!”

“ I know I am! Now get to school before we both get in trouble-”

Zach began to run across the field to get to his class as [Y/N] ran to get to her class before her teacher called roll. Upon entering her classroom she was met with her teacher calling roll, luckily, [Y/N] name hadn't been called and she quickly sat down.

“ I feel so bad for her. . .she was telling me how much she liked that kitty she got. On top of that all those spooky things going around her house.”

Feeling intrigued, [Y/N] asked about the so called ‘spooky’ things occuring.

“ Well, Sarah. You know Sarah right? Well, anyways her cat was found last night hanging from the tree, cut open and was spilling some form of candy. It was so gross and Sarah was crying and crying. Her little sister was horrified but Sarah said that all these weird things happened ever since her little sister got a new friend.”

“ A new friend?”

“ Yeah, Sarah thinks it was an imaginary friend at first but then her little sister started appearing with treats and whatnot, just something that an imaginary friend wouldn’t do, but she just assumed that her friend was some neighbors kid or a homeless. Anyway, that’s all I know.”

“ O-o-oh, well if you have Sarah’s number let her know that she has my condolences.”

“ Of course! Oh wait! [Y/N] don’t you have a little brother?”

“ Yes I do.”

“ Has anything strange has been happening so far?”

“ Well not really we both have a vivid imagination so it shouldn’t be much.”

“ I see. . . take care of him okay? If it is someone, make sure to keep him safe. There are a lot of strange closeted freaks around here.”

“ O-oh. . . yea of course! Nothing is going to happen, over my dead body!”

After class was done, [Y/N] took out her phone and began to search for anything occurring matching those descriptions.

‘ What would make a good search that might get me something other than clown giving candy’

[ Y/N] laughed at her search idea but dismissed it as she remembered that this was important and began to continue searching.

‘ Hmmm. . . animals dead cut open spilling candy?’

“ that might work”

Once hitting the go button she was met with grotesque images but nothing of the sort. Sighing she tried maybe searching for a more personal thing.

‘ Black and White imaginary clown’

Some lazy articles were present but one that caught her eye was, “ WOMAN CLAIMS HER SON WAS MUR. . . .”

Without thinking, [Y/N] clicked on the link and was sent to an article talking about a woman who claimed her son was murdered by a monochrome clown. It talked about how the mother had a son named James who told her he had an imaginary friend. However later that day she had a nightmare, of other children in a fair playground. Her son was given candy by his friend but she thought he was lying. Later that day the dog was murdered, cut with candy spilling out. She ran and alerted the neighbors, the cops telling her that it was a robbery, but she swore that everything was locked. The next day she kept her son in, setting a baby monitor to listen for anything strange, but suddenly she claimed her son was killed and nailed onto the wall. She tried to kill the clown except she stabbed her son on accident. She is now in a criminally insane institute and someone keeps playing, “ Pop Goes The Weasel,” outside her room.

“ Well damn, this clown is one fucked up clown.”

[Y/N] put her phone away and began to think. The mother found out and after 3 days her son died. This is strange, if this follows a pattern, this is the second day and something should be dead spilling candy late at night. We don’t have an animal so I don’t think that’s gonna happen, but if he improvises, well damn. She checked her phone and link again to find out the clowns name, “ Laughing Jack.”

‘ Shit. . . it’s the same name as Zach’s friend. . .no doubt about it. This is the same clown we both are dealing with. I swear. . . Zach will not die by his hand!’

“ I’m sorry [Y/N], but he called you a naughty word and I got mad.”

[ Y/N] tried to hold back her laughter when she went to pick up her brother that day. According to the teacher, Zach and Tommy got into a fight because Tommy called out a bitch and you just had to laugh. Yet, it was a cute sight to see your brother defend you. Zach kicked Tommy in a certain place, normally Zach would be in trouble but other kids heard what Tommy said so it outweighed the crime.

“ It’s okay Zach, you tried to help me and that’s all that matters. By the way, did you really kick him there?”

“ Yes, I know you told me never to hit there but I had too!”

“ just between us, good job!”

“ Thank you [Y/N].”

Walking down until they reached their house, [Y/N] told Zach to put away his things before coming downstairs for lunch. As [Y/N] was preparing a meal she began to think of Jack. If Sarah’s sister happened to have the same friend that would explain where Jack was always leaving to. It all started to make sense, but if her cat died yesterday that would mean that Jack would. . . no he wouldn’t. He would need also need to kill an animal and give it to us, but what if he works differently and there is no pattern? I mean she was the only witness I remember even being on the web.

“ [Y/N]! What are we eating?”

‘ I mustn’t think like that, Sarah will be safe, her sister will be safe. Everything will be fine. . .’

“ Anything you want Zach. . .”

Setting in a nice room and sleeping, what could go wrong. A loud clunk was heard, waking the siblings with a jolt. This scared Zach, but for [Y/N] she was both scared and glad. If It was jack then luckily Sarah’s sister was safe, but if it wasn’t Jack that would mean that it was a robber and that Jack was going after Sarah’s sister.

“ [Y/N]. . . what was that? I-is m-m-mom back?”

“ Stay here Zach!”

[Y/N] was walking in silence, avoided the step that made noise, and walked down only to hear Zach come down the steps and whisper, “ [Y/N] the bear dad got you is gone!”

‘ An animal. . .”

[Y/N] sprinted down and ran the steps to see her teddy bear, the giant one her dad got her for her birthday before he left hanging from the ceiling fan, with candy spilling out. Relief washed over her as she realized that Sarah’s sister would be okay if it weren’t for Zach screaming, alerting his sister to his side. [Y/N]’s eyes widened at the sight, a red liquid. . . ‘ Blood?’ except followed by the blood were a pair of eyes, blue eyes like those of Sarah, small baby teeth, and a tongue. [Y/N] wasted no time and grabbed her brother and ran to the neighbors calling their mother and the police.

No doubt about it, the police said the same thing. It was probably a robber, but they warned their mother that she shouldn’t leave her children like that alone ever again or CPS would be involved. Their mother thanked them and apologized to the officers along with the neighbors for staying awake and taking care of the children. The police went inside the home to recover the bear and the organs, explaining how they might be connected to a murder that happened recently, right across the street from them, two blocks down. At the sound of this, [Y/N] panicked and asked if the victim was a little girl, blue eyes, light brown hair, an older sister, etc. The officers were surprised and suspicious of [Y/N] for knowing a lot of info and began to question the girl.

“ How do you know that?”

“ I heard about some strange things occurring at her house, you see she is one of my classmates and I'm worried! Was it her?”

“ Y-yes it was, but the conclusion we came to would be that the person who did it probably tried to scare you too and they snuck in to display what you saw in your house. You will be questioned later but be safe. Parts of the crime scene were found in your home, either you’re the next or its someone who gets a kick out of these displays.”

“ Thank you officer and of course, you will be informed if anything changes!” [Y/N]’s mother apologized and thanked them once more. The house was secure and they could return, the only shocking thing was that Zach was speaking to Jack again. Zach was a little uncomfortable that jack arrived a little later after all this happened and that he was laughing. Zach just kept asking Jack where he was and if he was okay.

[Y/N]’s mother was a little confused but rushed her children inside the house. [Y/N] walked over to her mom and they began to talk, mostly about the incident.

“ Mom, hey. . . I think it’s best if me and Zach stay home. . .”

“ I want you to go to school, it’s safer.”

“ If someone did some inside the house to scare us, let’s say we are next. That means that they might stalk us and if we go to school, which means that will find out where we are will only lead to more danger.”

“ If you stay home where he might come back you’ll be in more danger, [Y/N] listen to me, it’s not that hard to listen to your mother is it?”

“ Why can’t you take the day off and take care of us? You always come home late, ever think that maybe we are more in danger because of that?”

“ No need to raise your voice nor get sassy! As your mother I am doing the best I can for you guys but if you want to complain then complain to someone else because I am sure we are all shaken up after these events-”

“ If you were around the house more you would know! Ask your boss, I am sure she will be okay with you staying home or coming home back earlier-”

“ I bring food to this table, to this home by working more hours! If you had a job then maybe you would understand how difficult it is-”

“ I do have a job and that’s being the mom you FAILED TO BE!”

‘ slap’

“ I DON’T EVER WANT YOU TO TALK BACK TO ME YOU HEAR!”

Zach came down the stairs and ran to [Y/N]’s side in fear for her. Their mother sighed and told Zach to go back upstairs to sleep, but Zach refused. [Y/N] laughed a little before grabbing Zach and saying, “ No wonder Dad wanted full custody of us. . .”

“ W-WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?”

“ I said what I had to say! Dad saw that you could never be a good mom and look, I am that proof! Who is playing house now?”

[Y/N] tucked in Zach before giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying good night. She walked back to her room, before Zach said something to [Y/N] that made her smile. “ Y/N, b-be safe, I love you and Jack wants me to tell you, good job for standing up to her.”

“ Thank you Zach and Jack, thanks for that.”

Another day, and Sarah didn’t come to school so nobody heard the details about last night. [Y/N] has only tonight, because if everything so far has been based on the pattern, Jack was going to kill Zach tonight and [Y/N] wasn’t going to let that happen. She thought of some ways that she could outsmart Jack.

‘ Jack can teleport because all the doors were locked and he killed Sarah’s sister yesterday and did his whole charade thingy. Anyways, if that’s the case then he can’t know where Zach is but he hangs with him all the time and if I tell Zach to run Jack will only get to him faster, Jack could also kill me too. . .My only choice is to confront him. .’

Once having her resolve, [Y/N] left school a little earlier than usual, her mother would be getting a call so no doubt about it she will find out, but in the end she would thank [Y/N] for saving Zach. Except that never happened. It was late at night and [Y/N]’s mother wasn’t going to come home and just stay late working. [Y/N] had a plan to confront him, simply put they were going to have another sibling sleepover, if Jack only killed children he would have to take Zach away from her giving her enough time to bolt with Zach or to tell him to go over the neighbors and leave her with Jack.

“ Zach, mom is going to be late again so come and sleepover in my room. I don’t have the bear anymore but still, I can be the next teddy bear.”

“ Okay [Y/N]!”

Zach was safely tucked in the bed and was snoring peacefully, [Y/N] pretended to be asleep and heard a soft shuffle, only for a voice to speak.

“ You’re not asleep.”

[Y/N] opened her eyes, bridal style carried Zach and ran. She had to make it downstairs and at the very least make him go with the neighbors. Zach awoke within the ruckus and was confused when [Y/N] told him to run to the neighbors when she opened the door. Jack apeared right in front of them halfway down the stairs, only for [Y/N] to jump over the railing and continue to the door.

“ ZACH NOW!”

Zach ran and kept ringing the bell until the neighbors opened, Zach was safe! [Y/N] turned around to meet with Jack, she sighed before she told him that he would never get Zach.

“ Thank’s for the compliment but I’m not going to let you hurt Zach.”

“ Out of all the children I’ve killed, every home I visited, you are the only one who paid attention, cared even, if only the others were like you.”

“ Thanks, but like I said I don’t intend to let Zach die here!”

“ You aren’t stupid, you know that I could easily kill him, but I admire that side of you. If only Issac was like that, shame really. I came for life and a life I shall have, so tell me, wanna strike a deal?”

“ Please help my sister!! She is trapped with someone scary!!”

“ Of course! Let’s call the police!”

By the time the police were called onto the scene, [Y/N] was long gone. [Y/N]’s mother was arrested for child negligence and for not administering parental supervision such as a babysitter or a relative coming over. Zach was forced to live in an orphanage but his neighbors gladly took him in, unknown to the rest they were trying to have a child for so long but haven’t been able to, Zach didn’t mind. Except, he wanted his sister [Y/N].

Christmas rolled around and Zach was opening the gifts his new parents got him, except one was wrapped nicely in decorative paper. Zach’s parents weren’t sure who got it, but it was for Zach. It was a big bear, one like [Y/N] had. Zach cried a little at the memory before smiling, his sister was alive, he knew this, but where was she. She was right outside watching him smile, [Y/N] smiled at the sight before an all too familiar clown arrived to pick her up. He grabbed her hand, feeling nothing from him, [Y/N] thought back to that night, the night he claimed her as his, mentally. Whether it is for comfort or for something else, Jack was glad to have someone like [Y/N] with him, someone to care for him. He looked down at the girl as he ruffled her hair before leaning forward.

His hand got closer and closer to her cheek before he touched it.

“ Pop Goes [Y/N~”

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loudsuitlover · 4 years

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Doctor Harry IX. Rojitas las Orejas

A/N: Again sinful smut because this is what this series is all about...

for now

INDIE’S POV

The light hits my eyes. It surprises me that I’ve been sleeping with how illuminated Harry’s bedroom is. No wonder he has trouble sleeping. I open my eyes without moving another part of my body. I am faced with Harry’s bedside table and the bottle of sleeping pills and the picture of him with his mum and sister. They’re both gorgeous and so is he, obviously. They look very happy too. Harry is a lot younger in that picture than he is now and his hair is longer too. It’s her sister’s graduation judging by her graduation cap and her hair is long, like Ollie’s, and blond and wavy.

When I tilt my head Harry’s looking at me standing from his side of the bed. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and his bare chest is almost dry except from the drops that fall from his hair. He’s grinning widely.

“You sleep quite a lot.” He notes.

I rub one of my eyes with my fist and yawn before I stretch my body like a lioness. I readjust the sheets over my naked body just when Harry hovers over me and some droplets from his wet hair fall on my face. He smells deliciously good from his recent shower. I love the smell of his shower gel. I inhale his scent and he grins above me. He leans down to kiss me but I cup his face with my hands and face him to the side.

“What are you doing?” His voice sounds squashed between his cheeks that I’m pressing together.

“Wait until I brush my teeth.”

I didn’t even brush them last night. I always carry one of those tiny toothbrushes to take with you on my purse because I like brushing my teeth after every meal but I forgot last night.

“Why?” He complains.

“Because of morning breath.”

“That’s silly, let me.”

“It’s not.”

He tries to get away from my grip and tilts his head to try to kiss me again but I wrestle his movements until he calls me out.

“Indie.”

The way he says my name with that deep voice of his and that accent turns me on and of course I want to kiss him too, I just don’t want him to taste my dry stinky mouth. He grips my wrists and pins them on the pillow on both sides of my head and I hold my breath. Breathe through your nose, Indie, that way he won’t smell it.

“Please let me kiss you.”

His green eyes pierce mine and I purse my lips to contain a smile but he gets it.

“If you don’t let me kiss these lips” his green eyes set on my mouth “I’ll kiss the others.”

I blush.

“It tastes like a dirty butthole.”

He rolls his eyes and bursts into laughter.

“Which ones?” He jokes.

“My mouth, silly, because I didn’t brush my teeth last night. I bet I smell terrible.”

He hums as if he was considering it and I feel his nose on the side of my neck before he inhales deeply. I try to push him away but he hums this time as if I was some sort of baked cake. I roll my eyes. He can be such a clown sometimes.

“No, stop, Harry! I’m disgusting.”

It’s true, I sweated last night and didn’t shower after sex and didn’t even brush my teeth so I bet I smell like a dead rat. He pulls the sheets under my breasts and gets one of my nipples on his mouth and without my awareness, I moan and my back arches like a cat. The way my body reacts to him, paying zero attention to what I have to say is embarassing but so very pleasurable. I feel him smiling against my breasts.

“Yeah, you’re disgusting.” He jokes before he gives the same attention to my other breast.

He then kisses over my collarbone and his lips kiss and suck the skin on the side of my neck. I sigh when I feel his white teeth playfully nibbling on my skin before he sucks it inside his mouth and I feel the blood running to the surface. I hadn’t even realized he had let my wrists go until I feel his fingertips skimming against my entrance when he squeezes my ass cheeks.

“I’m happy that you’re here.” He pecks my lips as if tasting the waters and I smile, bringing my hands to his hair so I can tangle my fingers on his locks. “Do you think I care about your morning breath, silly?” He smiles. “You looked adorable when you stretched yourself like a kitten but I also got to see your tit.” He squeezes one of my breasts as he says that. “And now I want you.” I feel his hard on against my thigh. “Does it really make you so uncomfortable if I kiss you now?”

“I just don’t want you to taste my horrible morning mouth.” I pout.

He chuckles against my lips and his fingers move farther down my ass until he grazes my lower lips again. I’m embarrassingly wet already.

“Come here and let me taste your dirty butthole.”

I grimace at how piggy he can be and he chuckles before his tongue dives inside my mouth, exploring the wet cave without leaving a single inch virgin of his touch. He tastes fresh and minty and I bet he’s about to puke. He’s grinning when he pulls away.

“You don’t taste like a dirty butthole.” He pecks my lips once. “Just a butthole, I’d say.”

“You’re a jerk.” I laugh and try to push him away but he clearly has to help me for that and he’s not budging.

He’s chuckling as he hides his face on the crook of my neck before he starts pecking my skin again. His hands leave my body to rest on either side of me but he continues pressing kisses across my skin from my neck to my sternum and then across my collarbones and my shoulders. I’m amazed at his attention but my skin pumps begging for something more ardent and fiercer. He’s keeping his hands to himself on purpose. He knows he’s driving me crazy.

“You know I love how you smell, right?” I can hear the lust on his voice as he kisses his way down my belly and kisses my navel.

He’s getting closer to where I need him... I’m desperate for him.

“And I mean your skin, your scent, not your perfume.” I feel his nose against the skin below my navel as he inhales. “That’s why it’s silly for you to hide from me when you’re wearing nothing but you.”

He licks my skin where the hem of my underwear should be and I see his grin when I let my eyes look down. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, green hungry eyes boring into mine with his mouth hovering my pussy. I can feel his hot breath against my clit and I don’t know how long I’m going to take his teasing.

“You smell so good down here too.”

His hands finally rest on my skin and he sets on fire every part he touches. I’m going to give myself a delirium if he doesn’t fuck me already. His smile is adding to that delirium state too because it’s hard to know I’m not dreaming. I return his smile and his eyes darken as he tilts his neck and presses a kiss against my inner thigh. Please, don’t. His ritual begins with my leg and he covers my thigh with kisses until he sucks on the inner side of my knee. I try to pull him towards me sinking my ankle on his back but he chuckles and grabs it, pressing kisses on my calf muscle until he reaches my ankle and carefully kisses it too.

“You have such beautiful legs.” He compliments, grabbing my other ankle and bringing my feet to his mouth. “You have very beautiful everything.”

His green eyes stare into mine as he licks a stripe from my knee to my groin and then he stops and grins. I can see his hard on through his towel and it comforts me that he seems to be as turned on as I am but he’s enjoying the effect he has on me so much he can wait.

“Harry I’m going to cum.”

He laughs and then bites on my ankle and I hiss. He stares at my sex and then at me and I begin to blush. He’s memorizing every bit of me and it’s making me nervous.

“I just” He chuckles “You’re fucking gorgeous, Indie.”

“I’m so wet too.” I joke.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He chuckles.

Just the first long lick is worth the torture of the anticipation. His name slips from my lips as I sigh and stretch my back against the bed and his tongue leaves lengthy and slow licks against my lips and my clit. I look down at his head between my legs as it moves like a feline animal drinking from a pond. His eyes aren’t close but they look that way to me because he’s looking down at what he’s licking so his eyelashes hit his cheeks but I appreciate that he lets me watch him unobserved. That’s until his green eyes meet my curious ones and I swear my heart skips a beat. I can feel him smile against my wetness as his blown away eyes turn cheerful. He’s always saying I’m beautiful but he is so perfect it’s mesmerizing.

His right hand is curled on my thigh keeping my legs opened for him but the left one leaves my hip to search for my hand on the mattress and when he finds it, he brings it to his head and hums against my dripping sex when I pull from his hair.

He alternates eating me out hungrily like a watermelon slice on a hot summer morning and leaving slow careful licks that go from my very entrance to my clit. He gives me a second before one lick and the other and I know he’s doing it to extend this because he can surely feel my clit throbbing and he knows my orgasm is just around the corner.

“Don’t cum yet, Indie.” He purrs.

I’m trying to but at the same time my stomach turns upside down as if he was sucking that out too. I fight for air and wiggle because despite how much I love what he’s doing, it’s like my body can’t take it and it tries to set me free from his merciless licks. His grip on my thighs make it impossible anyway.

Every stab of his tongue not only takes juices away, he’s also draining me out of all strength and all self-control and right now I feel completely given to him. I am not even aware of how loud my whimpers have grown. I sink my head against the pillow as my back arches from the bed and the tingles turn into electric currents that leave goose bumps everywhere on my skin.

“Harry” I whimper-moan, afraid I might go crazy for good.

He seems to understand where my pain is because he moves one hand from my thigh to the lower part of my belly and massages it as if that was going to release the tension he’s been building even though it seems to make exactly the opposite. I sigh.

“That’s it, baby” He soothes me “you’re doing so good.” His tongue licks my throbbing clit. “Do you want to cum?”

“Please” I’m out of my mind “Harry, please.”

“That’s okay, baby. I’m gonna make you cum.”

Harry accelerates his tongue against my clit and when I think it couldn’t possibly get better, I feel a finger sliding inside my wet cave. I pull from his hair and he moans. I feel so stimulated, I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused. I feel like he’s tiding a knot on my lower belly and pulling and pulling and pulling until… it undid. I can’t control my hips as they ride Harry’s mouth and when I think my need for him couldn’t get any more embarrassing, I feel a gush releases from within that sends Harry into a moaning frenzy as he licks it all.

I hadn’t realized my eyes were shut until I open them. Harry is staring at me wiping his chin clean with his hand and his hair is a mess from all my pulling. I feel my walls clenching as I take him in. It’s unfair how my body reacts to him and how I want him again despite the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me.

“You taste incredible.” He smiles.

He climbs up my body like a tiger and I hungrily kiss his mouth, letting my curious tongue taste myself on his, and he hums at my curiosity.

“See? Did you taste yourself on me?” I’m fucking throbbing. “Did you like it?” He grins.

He knows I loved it. I fucking gushed on him for fuck’s sake but I’m learning he has a thing for praising. I smile.

“I thought I was going to die.”

He laughs.

“I hope that’s a good thing.” He kisses the side of my neck before he sucks at it again.

“I loved it.” I reassure him.

He hums as he keeps kissing me and then he presses his hard on against my groin once. If he thinks I’ve forgotten about him he’s wrong but I don’t have any energy to move yet. I want to have him in my mouth too, return the favour, but instead he whispers on my ear.

“Well now hold on to something.”

With his signature speed, he rolls the condom on and places my hands on the headboard, so he was serious. I understand when he thrusts inside me with a strength that has me screaming. I’m afraid he’s going to embed me into the wall but my triceps do as they can as I hold my body against the headboard and welcome his hard thrusts.

He seems to be out of his mind as he lowers one of his hands down my back and grab my ass as he drills me hard against the bed. He’s a groaning mess on top of me and I think I’m going to gush on him again. I can’t control the volume of my moans.

“Fuck, Indie.” He gasps.

“I’m gonna cum, Harry.” I scream, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Already?” He groans. “Wait, baby, hold it in.”

I’ve never felt this way before, completely fucked and completely loving every second of it. I want him to hurt me, I want him to break me in half, to get so deep inside me I can feel him on my chest.

“I…” He cuts my whining short when he pushes me against the headboard agan. “I can’t.”

The sounds are melting me; the clapping sound of his skin against mine, his worked up breathing, his sighs, my own moans, the headboard against the wall. I think he’s going to break it. I try to hold it in as he asked me but I can’t, I feel all my muscles tensing and still I try to hold it clenching my walls as I can.

“Fuck, fuck” He gasps, his breath hits my cheek “feel so good, love; and sound so sexy… I could fuck you all day.”

“Harry, please.” I’m afraid I might start crying.

“Let go, baby.” He soothes me. “It’s okay.”

“Cum with me.” I beg him. “Please, Harry, cum with me.” My mouth search for his ear. “I want to feel you.” I whisper.

“Fuck.”

His thrusts turn even faster and I feel his hard on rub against my clit from the inside in a frenetic rhythm that has me worried he’ll set me on fire. I feel the pression building on my belly and my legs start to shake. He stops my left leg with his hand and I scream when the orgasm drains every last bit of me. His breath catches on his throat as he lets go inside me. It’s the first time in my life the condom bothers me. I want to feel him release his white stream inside me.

His chest is erratically going up and down when he lets himself fall on top of me. I feel him slowly rolling out of me in contrast with how fast our hearts are beating before his head drops on my shoulder. I want to hug him and I do, combing my fingers through his hair and concentrating on his breathing.

I frown when I wake up. I’m not even aware of when I fell back asleep. I look to my side and don’t find Harry and when I touch the mattress is cold against my warm hand. I get up from his comfy bed wrapping his sheets around my body and I take my purse before I make my way into his bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth and I think what to do with my messy hair. I want to let it down because I know Harry likes it but I do pick up half of it on a bun on top of my head. When I’m happy with the result I go out and notice he’s sitting on a stool on the kitchen typing away on his laptop.

He was right when he said he worked a lot. It’s 10 am on a Saturday. His laptop should be closed and kept on its case. He smiles when he turns to face me.

“Hi, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I had some things to do.” He shrugs. “And you looked so peaceful.”

He pulls the stool away from the table and opens his arms so I walk towards him and he sits me on his lap and kisses me.

“You screamed a lot.” He smiles smugly as he tacks a strand of hair behind my ear.

I chuckle and blush, I know I did. My eyes drop to his shirtless chest and trace his skin. He’s wearing sweatpants again. I love this version of him.

“Are you hungry?” I nod my head vigorously and he chuckles.

“Okay. Why didn’t you grab some clothes? You can take anything you want.”

“Thank you.” I peck his cheek and disappear back on his room.

I search for my underwear on the floor but make a grimace when I find my panties. They’re disgustingly wet and sticky. I rub my forehead. When he said I could take anything I wanted, did that include underwear? I spot his red sweater from last night on the floor and grab it. Putting it on, I realize it almost reaches my midthigh so I go without undies.

“What’s taking you so long?”

Harry enters his room like a whirlwind and picks me up bridal style like he did last time I was here and I laugh at his antics. He seems to love manoeuvring my body like a puppet. He’s so extra.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“A cherimoya.”

“I don’t have any.” He frowns.

“Well I want one.”

“I’ll have to run to the shop.”

I look at him totally amazed. He seems serious.

“I was kidding.”

He narrows his green eyes and stops at the kitchen counter before he puts me down on a stool.

“You’ll pay for that.”

I roll my eyes. I’m not afraid of him. He rests his hands on the counter and watches me as I eye his kitchen. I want to see his living room in the daylight but I’m giving it my back. With the sun coming in through the big window on his side, I can see how cleaned his kitchen is. It almost looks new. I wonder if he cooks even though he told me he’s a good cook, but he could have been buffing.

“Do you want me to make you pancakes?”

“You make pancakes?”

He laughs.

“It’s fucking easy to make pancakes.”

“It’s not so easy to make a good pancake though.” I shrug.

“I’ll make pancakes and you let me know if they’re good.” He smiles and I nod. “My dad used to make pancakes every sunday when we were growing up.” He tells me as he searches for the ingredients on the cupboards. “Even though I’m not sure I have everything I need…”

“You don’t know what you have on your kitchen?”

“I mean flour is something I don’t use a lot.” He shrugs.

“You don’t make pancakes for the other girls?”

He’s giving me his back but he tilts his neck so he can look at me, he grins and shakes his head.

“No, I don’t.” He chuckles.

“Why not?”

“Because they don’t spend the night.” He rests his fists on his hips. “Do you like avocado?”

I laugh before I nod, there won’t be any pancakes for me either.

“Then I’m making avocado toast.” He smiles.

“Let me help you.”

I jump from my stool and circle the counter before I stand next to him. He lets me know where the fruit is and he gets the bread on the toaster before he starts smashing an avocado with a fork and then adding tiny bits of tomato, a bit of lemon juice, pepper and salt.

“Coffee?” He asks.

I nod and he turns the coffee machine on before he spreads his avocado mix on both our toasts. He sets everything on the kitchen counter, the fruit, the toasts and two cups of coffee. He looks at me waiting for me to sit down before he takes a seat himself. I sit back on the stool he had dropped me in before and he sits right in front of me. He grabs his phone and I hear some soft music coming out from speakers on his living room. It’s a pop song I’ve heard thousands of times on the radio.

“Never thought you’d be into pop music.”

“Why not?”

I shrug. I don’t actually know.

“It’s not like this is a playlist of my favourite songs.” He explains. “But I do like pop. I like pretty much everything. I played it because I thought you’d like it.”

“I don’t even know this song.”

He smiles.

“Me neither but it’s one of those spotify playlist… 2020 super pop hits or some shit like that.”

I chuckle as he smiles at me and then I wrinkle my nose dismissing the 2020 super pop hits playlist as I take a bite from the toast.

“This is good, Harry.” I tell him.

He nods and smiles.

“So you don’t like pop music?”

“I mean it’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just not something I would listen to if I was choosing the music.” I shrug.

“And what would you choose?”

“Extremoduro.”

“Extremoduro?” He tries it on his English tongue and it’s adorable. “What’s that?”

“That’s Spanish rock.”

“You like rock?” His green eyes widen.

“I love rock.”

His eyes narrow again.

“Are you just saying this on my sweater to feed the myth of Indigo Blue Anderson?”

I throw my head back and laugh.

“What’s the myth of Indigo Blue Anderson?”

“Like this sexy goddess who drinks gin and tonic, paints her lips red and listens to rock.”

I roll my eyes.

“Don’t turn me into a myth. I’ll disappoint you easily.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry. I’m very aware of your flaws.”

That kills my mood. Sometimes I wish he wasn’t so straightforward. I’m very aware of my flaws too, I don’t need him to remind me. I shut my thighs together, suddenly uncomfortable wearing so little cloths. My thighs are too chubby, on the summer I get this rash on my inner thighs if I walk along the beach on my bikini and I have a muffin top- it’s not big but it’s definitely there and also love handles if I were low waist jeans which I never do. I just know what to wear. I always choose clothes that flatter me and where I feel comfortable but obviously when I’m naked you can see all those things and he’s seen me naked quite a lot.

“Hey, I was kidding.” He has a sip from his coffee. “I mean you have flaws but so do I.” He shrugs.

Does he though?

“And anyway I’m sure we weren’t thinking about the same things.” He chuckles. “When I say flaws, maybe I should say things I don’t particularly like about you.”

“I don’t care what you don’t like about me.” I shrug.

“See? That’s one of them.” He eats.

“You know nothing about me.” I shake my head. “Can I have some sugar for my coffee?”

He smiles and hands me the sugar.

“Do you sleep on silk sheets?”

I don’t answer and he grins. I blame myself for having him starting this guessing game. So what if I sleep on silk sheets? We have money. What does that say about me?

“Do you have a walk-in wardrobe with a dressing table on it?”

“Cold.” I chuckle.

He thinks I’m an average posh girl.

“Do you have a chihuahua?”

“Frozen!”

“Would you name it Gucci?”

“You’re an idiot.”

We both laugh and keep having breakfast.

“You ride horses.”

Our eyes meet and he raises an eyebrow.

“Maybe.”

“You showed me last night.” He shrugs and I swat his arm. He laughs.

“You grew up among women.” I guess.

His green eyes look up from his clementine to me.

“You saw the photo on my bedside table. That’s cheating.”

I shrug. I didn’t say it because of that. I said it because of the way he treats me and how observant he is but I’ll let him think I’m that basic.

“You go to a country club with your family on summer holidays.”

“What do you think my life is? Dirty Dancing?”

He throws his head back and laughs.

“Have you ever taken the tube?”

“You’re the one who drives a Range Rover!” I accuse him. “And don’t think I didn’t notice this sweater is Gucci.”

“Like your chihuaha.” He jokes and I roll my eyes but smile anyway. “And a cat? A white cat with a pink ribbon called Marie?”

I laugh. I have to make sure he never sees my keychain because my father got me a Marie cat from The Aristocats in Paris about five years ago and I still have it.

“Why do you have so many preconceptions?”

“You’re gonna pretend you don’t have any about me?”

“You’re hard to read.” I confess. “Even your house is a little impersonal.”

“I don’t spend much time here.” He justifies.

“Where are you from? I barely know anything about you.”

“I’m from Bellamond.”

My eyebrows raise on my forehead. Bellamond is close from Grad but it’s a small humble town. I would have never guessed he was born and raised in Bellamond, wearing Gucci and sleeping on silk sheets. I had taken him to be a posh city guy like me.

“Surprised?” He smirks.

“A little.”

“Do you mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, having slept with some villager.” He shrugs.

“Seriously, Harry, what kind of bitch do you think I am?” I frown. “Just because I wear expensive clothes doesn’t mean I’m such an idiot. I couldn’t care less where you’re from.”

“You asked.” He shrugs.

“To get to know you, not to judge you.” I frown.

I don’t know when he made this image out of me. I don’t think I’ve said things like that to him. Is this what most people think of me?

“I lived in Bellamond until I graduated and then I moved to Grad to be closer to the hospital when I got the job. I got the job because of my thesis.” His green eyes look on mine as if checking whether I knew that or not. “I got a lot of offers.” He explains.

“What was your thesis about?”

“It’s not about what it was about. I just noticed this correlation between epilepsy and post surgery hypothermia and then some other people kept investigating that and apparently there is a correlation so…” He shrugs.

My lips part. He’s a geek too.

“I did this presentation at Grad Uni two years ago. I thought you knew.” He shrugs, belittling it.

I’m suddenly very intimidated and to think I’ve been doing an essay for him to check makes me embarrassed.

“Do you really think I’m smart?”

He tilts his head and frowns.

“Of course. Don’t you?”

“I know I’m smart. Just… Not the kind of smart that finds a correlation between two things like that out of nowhere.”

“That’s not about being smart.” He looks at me as if I had gone crazy. “That’s about being perceptive. And I’m very perceptive.” He smiles. “That’s why I knew you sleep on silk sheets. You lied on them in my bed and didn’t mention anything, that’s because you’re used to silk.” He shrugs as if it was a simple deduction. “Do you sleep naked?”

I throw my head back and laugh.

“You have a very beautiful laughter.” He notices.

“We have already had sex.” I chuckle. “You can stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Complimenting me all the time.”

“Why would I stop?”

“Well, you don’t need to.” I shrug.

“So? Should I not tell you you’re beautiful if I think you are?” He frowns like he’s completely confused.

I start to think maybe he wasn’t saying those things just to take me to bed.

“You’re very insecure, Indie.” Is he letting me know? “And honestly I don’t get why. You are breath-taking. Do you not think you’re beautiful?”

I smile but I don’t want to talk about my insecurities with him out of all people.

“You are gorgeous.” He decides.

“So are you.”

He grins and lets it be.

“Are you done?” His fingers hold my empty plate and I nod.

“Thanks for breakfast.”

“Thank you.” He gives me his back as he puts the plates on the dishwasher. “I liked my breakfast on bed more than the toast.”

He loves making me blush.

“Can I have a shower?”

“Of course. Don’t ask me that.”

I walk towards his bathroom.

“And for the love of God put on some of my underwear when you go out if you don’t want to kill me, woman.”

I laugh as I make my way to the bathroom. His bathroom is as clean as the rest of his house. I wonder whether he has someone hired to clean. He probably does because he said he doesn’t spend much time home. I leave his sweater on the white counter on his bathroom and step inside the shower.

It scares me how right he would have been about most of the things he said had I never met Dylan. I would have never named my dog Gucci, I’m not that tacky; but he would have been right about pretty much everything else.

I imagine him talking to my family. Would Mum like him? She probably would, even though he’s older and he doesn’t come from our circle. They liked Dylan and Dylan wasn’t from our circle either.

I only realize I’m crying when I feel the salty taste of my tears. That conversation reminded me of Dylan more than I would like to admit and the fact that I’m now showering at some other guy’s house and wearing his clothes and having breakfast with him… What does that say about me?

And what are the things he doesn’t like about me? He doesn’t even know about Dylan. If he has things he doesn’t like about me now, if he ever knows about Dylan then he’d run away for good. But I don’t care about that. This is just sex. Harry can leave whenever he wants. I’ll find another one even though I’m sure there’s nobody else who can give me that kind of orgasms… Or maybe there is? Yeah, there probably is.

When I get out of the shower, I comb my hair with a brush I find on the cupboard under the sink and brush my teeth again and after wrapping the towel around my body, I walk inside his room and open his wardrobe. The bed is perfectly made, he must have done it while I was in the shower. He said I could take anything, underwear too, and this time he didn’t leave anything ready for me. He probably just wants to see what I choose. I shake my head at the realization.

He mostly has suits and dressing shirts on the left side and on the right side he has expensive sweaters and jeans. I’ve seen him wearing sweatpants though and I know he works out so he must have sport clothes somewhere. I find cotton t-shirts on one of the drawers and grab the first one I see. I smile when I see is an Elvis Presley t-shirt. I wonder if he likes rock and roll. I also grab a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers- because he doesn’t have any brandless- and I choose not to look at myself in the mirror before I go ask him whether he has a hair dryer.

He's still typing away on his laptop but now he’s sitting down on the couch. The kitchen is cleaned too. Either I took longer than I thought in the shower or he’s the fastest cleaner on earth and he even got time to work. I don’t have to say anything for his green eyes to leave the screen of his laptop and set on me. His hands stop the typing and his eyes roam my body up and down. His jaw clenches and I can almost hear him think.

“Damn.” He smiles.

“Do you have a hair drier?”

He shakes his head. I should have known better. He doesn’t need one. I shrug and grab my phone from the kitchen counter before I take a seat on the armchair right in front of the spot on the couch where he’s sitting and I check my texts. The Golden Girls’ group isn’t active since 4 am and I assume the girls might still be sleeping as hangover as they get and J must be with David. They were going to the beach today. I then text my mum to let her know I’m still alive.

Harry’s very quiet and he’s not typing anymore and when I look up at him, I catch his green eyes roaming my bare legs up and down. He seems to be obsessed with me.

“Do you like Elvis Presley?” I start a conversation.

“He’s my favourite singer.”

“Really?” I grin.

“You find it funny?”

“It’s peculiar.” I shrug.

“He’s The King. What’s peculiar about that?” He states and I try not to laugh.

I agree with him. I also think Elvis Presley’s the king; but it’s just funny to me that he defends him so seriously.

“Even though it’s hard to think about him when I can see your nipples peeking through my t-shirt.”

I roll my eyes. He really is insatiable. He places his laptop on the coffee table between us and circles it before he fully lies on top of me. His phone is vibrating against the table but he doesn’t pay any attention to it as he corners me. I try to look away but I just can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s mesmerising with those beautiful green eyes and those pinks lips and the way he licks them staring at me... He holds my hand and brings it to his chest. His heartbeat is completely tachycardic.

“Can you feel it?”

I nod, totally hypnotized by him. I feel like Mowgli talking to the snake. He grins.

“Either I work out or I eat you.”

My heartbeat mimics his in seconds. I can’t control my body when he’s close to me. My body’s reaction is so separated from my mind, which seems to just shut down, that it scares me. I’ve never had this with anyone else. It’s like my body already knew him, like I had forgotten about him but my body hadn’t. It’s incredible how just the touch of his skin can turn me on but I love the way he touches me. For the moment I’m with him, I feel beautiful and free, and I want to feel like that all the time.

“So what should I do?”

I cup his face and he leans into my touch.

“You could have a cold shower too.” I tease.

He looks away from me and snorts and before I can hold him back, he stands up and I see him disappear inside his bathroom. Is he really going to take a cold shower? No! I don’t want him to! I want him to fuck me.

As soon as I walk inside the bathroom he pushes his front against my back and corners me against the white marble top. I see his grin on the mirror and smile back at him.

“You’re so funny, Indie.” He jokes.

I feel his hard on against the lowest part of my back and all I want is for him to bend me over the counter and take me from behind.

“Fuck me.” I beg.

My fingers cling on the marble top for dear life when his large hands descend from my waist to remove my boxers. His hands look so pale in contrast with my skin. We’re at the end of October but I still keep my summer tan. Always caressing my skin, his fingers snake around the hem of his t-shirt that I’m wearing and he takes it off, letting it fall on the floor next to us.

“Fuck.”

I gasp when his hand moves down between my legs and he presses his wrist against my clit, tilting his wrist in circular motions and sending me into a moaning frenzy. His other hand holds my bare waist firmly and his green eyes are set on the mirror staring at me. I entertain my eyes with the way his hand moves against me but I feel the air being sucked out of my lungs and I’m afraid if I keep watching the way he posses me I’ll cum in a minute like I always do. I think it’s safe to look up but when my eyes scan my naked body I spot every flaw I try to ignore on a daily basis.

I look down to the marble top and focus on his arm trying to erase that image from my head. He said he’s very aware of my flaws too... Then how does he want to fuck me all the time? How does he want to fuck me at all? He could have any girl from a catwalk. His finger sliding inside my hole cut my thoughts short and I scream when another finger joins in and thrust inside me.

“Indie.”

His lust mixes with concern as he calls my name. The hand that’s not between my legs grabs my chin and lifts my head. My eyes are closed. I try to distract him. I don’t want him to try to fix my insecurities with stupid compliments he doesn’t even mean. I caress his hard on with my hand and hear him gasp on my ear.

“Indie.”

I finally open my eyes. Harry doesn’t stop his intrusion but he stares at me thoughtfully. His fingers keep moving in and out of me, very slowly and I can feel his jawline against my temple as he speaks.

“What’s wrong?”

I press my hips against his until I feel his length between my ass cheeks and I start riding my hips, helping his hand and tribbing against his hard cock. He stops my hips with his hand and presses a kiss to my temple.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He pleads.

I shake my head. I can’t even look at him. It’s like everything Javier ever said about me keeps hunting me. I thought dumping him would be enough to get his toxic voice out of my head but it isn’t. I keep hearing him telling me my thighs are too thick to wear such short skirts, that they don’t really flatter me. At the time I was stupid enough to think he was saying that for my own good, so that I didn’t walk around being ridiculous like a piglet on woman’s clothes. He also used to say I should exercise more. I already exercise, I run and I do abs and gluts and legs exercises but my body’s built is just like this. I’ve tried so many diets and I honestly eat very healthy. My diet’s just like Coco’s and she’s still almost two sizes thinner than me. It gets to a point where there’s little I can do.

“You don’t want to?” His voice sounds panicky as his finger abandon me. “Because that’s totally fine. I apologize if I’ve pushed you in anyway, you’ve got to know you can always-“

I turn around, cup his cheeks and stop his rambling with a kiss. He’s never pushed me and I won’t have him think otherwise. I’ve enjoyed every minute I’ve had with him and I’m as horny as he is all the time because there’s just something I can’t control around him.

“It’s not you. Everything you do is perfect.”

He sighs. He doesn’t seem too convinced.

“You just don’t want to do it in front of the mirror.”

Damn, reading people’s mind might be possible. I nod. This time it’s him who cups my cheeks and kisses my mouth.

“Undress me.” He whispers against my lips.

He keeps kissing me, his tongue intruding my mouth. I wonder how such a wet, short muscle can give such pleasure. I could kiss him for hours and he gave me a demonstration of how good his tongue can feel on my other lips too… I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

I take my time undressing him like he does with me and caress down his chest and abs until I slide my hands under the hem of his boxers and pull both his boxers and his sweatpants down together. I wonder if he takes as much pleasure when I undress him than I do when he does the same with me. When he’s fully naked, his hands snake around my waist and he turns me around so I’m facing the mirror again. He holds my chin and my waist forcing me to stare at our reflection.

“Look at yourself, baby.” He called me baby again. “Please.”

I focus on him and he lets me at first. I can barely see him for he’s standing right behind me but the little I can see, that is his shoulders and the upper part of his chest and his arms around me are something to behold. It’s like he was made to be stared at.

“You know you’re very hot, don’t you?”

“You don’t need to say that.” I hold his stare through the mirror. “You already got me naked in your bathroom. You don’t have to keep working for it.”

“Working for it…” He repeats. “Indie, you’re fucking hot. You’re very cold but you’re gorgeous and your body” his green eyes leave mine so he can roam my reflection up and down “your body is a wonderland, baby.”

I chuckle.

“You’re turning mushy on me.”

He chuckles too and shrugs before he presses a kiss to my shoulder. This is the side of him Marie doesn’t know. Well, nobody knows, but I bet if Marie knew him like this she wouldn’t be so crossed about him.

He’s told me before he never lies and it makes me mad that it was so easy for me to believe Javier’s nasty words and instead I can’t seem to believe Harry. I mean he does get turned on all the time but I figured that was more about him than it is about me. He likes sex, that’s a fact, and I know I’m not the only girl he sleeps with. I wonder if he says all these things to them too.

“Do you really think that?” The vulnerability on my voice betrays me.

“If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

This time I do look at my face in the mirror, because I certainly don’t want to see his after that, and even to me it looks like the personification of excuse me?

“You said it yourself. This is just sex. You don’t need to know the ins and outs of a person to like them physically and even though I know you now- even though you keep telling me I don’t- and I know your ins are very interesting, I didn’t need to know any of that to want to fuck you. I thought you were hot straight away when we met. I mean I gave you a hug before I introduced myself.” He frowns as if he was judging himself and I chuckle. “Who does that?”

I throw my head back as I laugh and it hits his chest. I think about him asking me out and then calling me to ask again and I think about that first dinner; it surprises me the whole thing was because of how I look.

“See? You look gorgeous when you laugh too.” His hands go back to my hips and his fingertips tease my skin dangerously close to the place he left wet and unattended. “You also look gorgeous when you cum, you know?” He presses a kiss to the spot below my ear.

His fingers move down to my centre again and my eyes set on the reflection of his large hands on the mirror. It’s mesmerising. He sucks on the skin of my neck until the blood goes to the surface and then he licks to soothe the sting. He sighs against my wet skin raising goosebumps all over my shoulders and chest and grins at the effect he has on me.

“I want you to watch yourself.” He whispers on my ear before he nibbles on my earlobe.

His large hand travels down my neck to my chest where he squeezes my breast on his hand. My pelvis instinctively shifts back to relieve some of the tension.

“These stunning full breasts of yours…” He squeezes them on his hands and my nipples and the rest of my body reacts to him. “I love them.”

His fingers trace the skin on my waist before he squeezes my flanks. I can see my flesh spilling from his hands but I don’t think it would feel better for him if it were different.

“Your waist…” holding my waist he pushes me further against the sink until my lower lips press against the cold, soft end and I moan. His hands move to my hips “and your hips that you sway when you walk and drive me crazy” and he moves my body up and down, rubbing my wet lips and clit against the marble top.

I gape like a fish. His hands continue exploring my body moving from my hips down to my ass cheeks. He slaps me and I gasp and giggle, amused at how much I liked that. He’s grinning as he pecks my temple.

“Your ass…” He hums as he grabs it making my walls clench and my wetness spread on my inner thigh “so round and soft… I want to bite it.”

I am a moaning mess by the time he reaches my thighs.

“And these thighs… Oh, man, these thighs… When I saw my t-shirt hugging these thighs the other day… I wanted to crash you against the wall and squeeze your thighs on my hands as I buried myself inside you, baby… And this morning when you had them wrapped around my face…” He hums.

My hand crawls to the back of his head and I tangle my fingers on his hair and only then I realize I’ve been moving my hips on my own against the sink. I’m humping a marble top in front of Harry but somehow it doesn’t embarrass me or even seems strange to me. That’s what he does to me.

“You’re a goddess, Indie.”

His hard length presses against my butt and he pushes me further against the top. He’s enjoying the show. My eyes get used to my body. I don’t know if it’s because there’s not enough blood in my brain for me to have complex thoughts or whether his words actually has such effect on me but I’m not upset with my body anymore. If he likes it so much, it must be better than I think, because his body is perfect and his face is beyond perfect so if even from his perfection he sees me pretty, that must mean something.

“But” What? Don’t ruin it “there isn’t enough Indie here.” His index finger taps where my heart is.

My lips part as my eyes set on his finger on my chest. I sigh. I couldn’t fight him on that but before I can think too much about it, his fingers press on the side of my neck and he guides my mouth to his.

The hand that was pointing at my heart cups my breast and he squeezes the flesh until I moan on his mouth. My right hand snake around his neck until I pull from his soft hair. He groans on my mouth, he likes it when I do that. But in a second he disappears and I gasp when he playfully bites my ass cheek like he said he wanted to. He chuckles as he cuts the condom package open.

His mouth covers mine in a kiss and his tongue dives inside as his hands hold my hips and move them up and against him and my back arches like a puppy bending down to seep in under a fence.

I’ve been taken from behind before, but never like this and I’ve never wanted it more. His hand grabs one of my breasts as he trusts inside me in one long, slow motion. We both sigh at the delicious intrusion. His warm hand finds my clit and he presses slow but firm circles against my skin. My head falls to his shoulder and I gasp and moan his name.

“Open your eyes.” He whispers on my neck.

When I do the imagine before me makes me gasp. The lack of blood in my brain makes it hard to process what I see so it’s hard for me to recognize the girl in front of me. Her cheeks are pink and her lips are red from kissing. I’ve seen her before, on this same bathroom, and I like her. She’s beautiful and her eyes are sparkly and have… Life in them. Sometimes I think that’s what I’m missing. There’s not enough Indie here.

I see Harry too. His green eyes are set on the mirror too and he smiles when our eyes meet. His left hand is holding my hair on a messy bun so he can pull my back to his chest and the other hand massages my sex.

The slow rhythm of his hips is a torture I don’t mind for it lets me feel the entirety of him, from the base to the tip, every time he moves in and out of me.

“You’re so thick.” I sigh. “I love it.”

“You like it slow?” He licks a stripe on the side of my neck and I hum a response. “Kiss me.”

My belly flips at his plead. I tilt my head and press my lips against his and only then I realize how tense he is. This slow pace seems to be killing him too.

“Do you wanna go faster?” I whisper against his lips.

“I want you to kiss me.”

I chuckle against his mouth. His lips are parted for me yet I run my tongue across his bottom lip. I know I’m driving him crazy but he drives me crazy all the time, he deserves it. I hear him breathe in through his nose when my tongue finally gets inside his mouth and he pulls from my hair. I moan out load, I love the sting.

Our kiss is intense but intimate and if he wasn’t so slowly drilling my love channel it would be almost uncalled for giving what we are. But I love kissing him and I love how he kisses me back and I don’t care about anything else.

“Shit, Indie” He whines against my mouth “I can’t get enough of you.”

My stomach tenses up and he growls.

“Baby, I’m gonna go faster.” He grunts. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Fuck me hard, Harry... Like you did this morning.”

“Fuck, Indie.” He growls.

I feel his hand releasing my hair before it moves between my shoulder blades and he pushes me away from him so my belly hits the marble top. I moan when he pushes inside me.

“Do you feel me deeper?” He grunts behind me.

“Yes.” I moan. “Fuck, yes, fuck me harder, Harry.”

I feel his grip on my hips tightening and then he starts drilling me against the marble top like he did this morning on his bed. I hear him grunt and gasp in a frenzy and I’d calm him down if I wasn’t at the edge of madness myself. I’ve never been this desperate and this hungry for anyone.

“You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” He thrusts inside with the strength of a hurricane. “Fast and hard.”

I nod my head. My knuckles are white as I hold on to the top.

“Such a dirty girl, Indie.”

I feel the knot on my belly again. I don’t know how many more seconds I can hold it in but I don’t think he’s gonna last much longer anyway. I lift my hips up and I moan as he curses at the new angle. I feel my climax taking over me. My muscles tense and I remain blind for a second as I feel a current of electricity run across my body. For a moment there’s nothing around me and I’m nothing either but the spot where he’s connected with me.

His hand tangles on my hair and he pulls me to him so he can kiss my neck while his thrusts turn sloppier and slower until they stop. He hugs my waist as he catches his breath over my shoulder and presses a kiss there as he rolls out of me.

“Fuck.” He smiles.

With his fingers on my chin, he tilts my neck and kisses me again. It’s an innocent kiss that brings back the calm. He smacks my ass with a grin before he walks out of the bathroom, leaving me there flabbergasted. He is a sex God.

I freshen up in the bathroom and put his clothes back on. I’m combing my hair when he knocks on the door.

“Indie, Jason’s calling you and you have three missed calls from him.” He announces. “Might be important.”

I open the door and take my phone from him.

“J”

“Hi, Indie” He’s crying hard.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay, Jason?”

“It’s David. He… I didn’t know who to call.”

“What happened, J? What did he do?”

If he landed a finger on him, I’m killing him with my bare hands.

“He… We were in the car and we were fighting because… Well I told him some of the things you usually tell me and… He got so mad, Indie… And he stopped the car and told me to get out…” He sobs. “In the middle of nowhere, Indie, and I don’t… There’s no Uber service here. I didn’t know who to call.” He repeats.

“I’ll get you, J.” I take a deep breath. I’m furious. “Send me your location. It’s okay, I’ll be there.”

I hang up the phone and walk past Harry and towards his bed.

“Where are my clothes?” I ask him.

He points at his chest of drawers in front of me and I see my clothes folded on top of it. I put my clothes on in no time and he just stares at me. I’m beyond mad. I want to find David and fucking kill him but what I need to do is pick up my friend who he’s abandoned like a dog. I take deep breaths.

“What happened, Indie?”

“Jason’s boyfriend dumped him in the middle of the highway.” I tell him. “Can you believe that? They were fighting and he just stopped the car and fucking told him to get out!”

“For fuck’s sake.” He says.

“Yeah and I need to pick him up because there’s no way he makes it out of there.”

“Baby, do you think you’re okay to drive?”

Driving. My throat fails on me. I don’t drive. I haven’t even thought about that when I told Jason I’ll go get him. I can’t do it. But he knows this. He knows I don’t drive and he still called me. My mind goes wild.

“Do you want me to drive you?”

I shake my head. Jason would kill me if I were to go on his rescue with Harry.

“I gotta go.”

I make sure I have my phone and my keys and run out of his house.

“Be careful!” I hear him call after me.

I run down the stairs like a mad woman and take the stair landings as the time to look for her number on my phone. She’ll help me with this. She’d help me with anything.

“Hi!”

“Coco, I need your help.”

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LuXY/Lukadrien/Lukadrienette: Welcome to La-La Land: Chapter Five

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Welcome to La-La Land: Chapter Five: Style Swap Part One

Adrien was still used to getting up at an ungodly hour from his modeling days, so he woke before Luka and hopped in the shower.

He’d brought his own clothes for the weekend in his overnight bag, but he raided Luka’s closet for a hoodie just for fun. He missed Marinette—currently in Milan on business—and the comforting scent of Luka’s clothes did wonders to calm his separation anxiety.

Adrien stopped to poke his head into the guestroom on his way to the kitchen. Technically, it was Luka’s music room, but they’d put a bed for Hugo in between the harp and the drum set so that their son could easily sleep over without advanced planning.

Hugo was sound asleep, his deep breaths audible from Adrien’s position in the doorway.

Satisfied that all was well, Adrien continued to the kitchen where he cut up some of the fruit that they’d bought together at the market they’d taken Hugo to the day before. Next, he set about preparing four slices of egg in the basket like he’d learned years ago from Anarka.

He divided the slices between two plates and partitioned the fruit salad into two bowls. He loaded it all up onto a tray along with cups of water and juice as well as a generous chunk of Edam for Plagg before carrying it all back to Luka’s bedroom to serve his lover breakfast in bed.

“You’re amazing,” Luka chuckled, running a hand through his already thoroughly tussled hair.

“I know,” Adrien snickered, leaning in for a kiss. “When I’m not busy being a heartthrob actor, I’m a good little househusband.”

“I wish you were my househusband,” Luka sighed.

“I could be,” Adrien hummed as he snuggled up next to Luka. “…if you would just move in with us already.”

Luka shook his head. “Marinette’s too worried about her public image. She thinks openly being in a polyamorous relationship would damage her career, and, honestly, I can’t say that she’s wrong.”

Adrien clicked his tongue. “She’s not right either. There are plenty of queer people in fashion. Maybe a little scandal would even help get her name out there more. I just…I want my family under the same roof. Whatever the media makes of it, we’ll deal with it together. It’ll be fine.”

“Maybe,” Luka agreed halfheartedly, imagining the simultaneous paradise and hell of being with Marinette and Adrien all the time.

Yes, he’d be with the two people he loved most, but he’d also be reminded of how much more they loved each other than they loved him all the more too, and he’d have nowhere to go to escape.

That wasn’t even taking into account the XY situation. Luka had been making out with the pop star with increasing frequency for three months, and he was afraid that he’d somehow caught serious feelings for XY.

Adrien deflated, seeing that he wasn’t going to win the war that day. “Think about it,” he pleaded softly. “I really want this, and if you think that it’s something you want too, I’ll talk Marinette into it.”

Luka didn’t respond right away, and Adrien took that as a rejection of the idea.

He sighed.

Luka leaned in, depositing a feather-light kiss on Adrien’s lips and nuzzling his hair. “I’ll think about it,” he promised, already knowing what the answer would be.

After breakfast, they got Hugo up and fed, and then Luka headed for the shower while Hugo and Adrien watched Les Aventures de Ladybug et Chat Noir in the front room.

Hugo was curled up on the seat of the couch next to Adrien, asleep again before they’d gotten five minutes into the episode, but Adrien let the show keep playing for background noise in the otherwise quiet flat.

They’d just gotten to the part where legally-distinct-Nino got akumatized over legally-distinct-Gabriel not allowing legally-distinct-Adrienne to have a quinceañera (…because apparently Adrienne’s mother was from Mexico, so that was a thing…because artistic license? Adrien didn’t really mind. He looked gorgeous as a girl, and a quinceañera was just the kind of quirky thing Émilie would have done. She adored learning about other cultures and celebrating holidays Adrien had never heard of until she’d taught him) when there was a knock at the door.

Adrien frowned, pausing the TV and carefully getting up so as not to disturb Hugo. He peeked through the peephole and had to stifle a groan.

The other man was out in the hallway.

Adrien took a deep breath, pasted on his most agreeable smile, and opened the door.

“Good Morning. It’s Xavier-Yves, isn’t it? I’ve heard so much about you from Luka. I’m Adrien Agreste-Dupain-Cheng. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

XY stared at the other blonde dumbly, not taking the proffered hand to shake.

“It’s XY. What the hell are you doing here?” he finally growled.

Adrien contemplated slamming the door in XY’s stupid face, but ultimately decided to play nice for Luka and the children’s sake. “Marinette—my wife—is working out of town for the weekend, so Hugo and I—Hugo is my son—are staying with Luka.”

XY’s fingers curled into trembling fists, and his lips drew back to expose snarling teeth. “I know who Hugo is, and he’s not your son,” he snapped savagely, catching Adrien by surprise and momentarily knocking the pleasant smile off of his face.

Adrien quickly recovered, slapping his friendly expression back on. “I think I’ve changed enough diapers and cleaned up enough vomit and kissed enough boo-boos to consider myself a father, but thank you very much for your opinion,” he replied with false joviality through gritted teeth. “Would you like to come in?”

“This isn’t your house,” XY retorted indignantly.

Adrien almost said, “Is it not? Oh, gosh. How silly of me. I guess I can’t invite you in, then. Have fun waiting in the hall” before gleefully shutting the door with a vengeance.

But he controlled his temper and held his tongue, feeling very much like he had all those years dealing with his father’s moratorium on showing negative emotions.

“No, but Luka’s in the shower right now, so he won’t be coming to the door anytime soon,” he informed saccharinely, repeating, “Would you like to come in?”

XY pushed past Adrien, storming into the living room without a reply.

Adrien took a moment locking up behind him to regain his composure and wonder what on earth Luka saw in this brutish buffoon.

He turned around to find XY staring at Hugo, still asleep on the seat of the couch. There was a soft, gentle expression on XY’s face, a tender warmth and affection in his eyes as he looked at Adrien’s son…Luka’s son.

Adrien took a deep inhale and slowly let it out.

Okay.

If Xavier-Yves looked at Luka with even half that much love, maybe there was something there after all.

“May I get you something to drink?” Adrien offered quietly so as not to disturb Hugo.

“I can get it myself,” XY shot back in a hiss of a whisper.

Adrien put his hands up in surrender, going back to sit next to Hugo. “Go right ahead.”

XY did so, just to spite Adrien. He came back from the kitchen a minute later with a glass of water and slumped into the armchair cattycorner from the couch.

“Great. Now what?” Adrien wondered, mentally willing Luka to shower and dress quickly.

“Your son doesn’t look much like you,” XY remarked icily.

Adrien forced himself to keep his amiable façade in place. “He has my smile, my charisma. Other than that, no, but I view that as a good thing. I’d much rather my child resemble the two people I love most.”

XY snorted rudely, setting down his glass of water on a coaster on the side table and crossing his arms with a grunt.

Adrien sighed, letting the act drop. “You know, I’m trying really hard to like you, but you’re not making this easy.”

XY gave an amused bark of laughter. “I don’t give a rat’s—” He looked to Hugo and then back to Adrien. “—behind if you like me or not. You’re just some pretty rich boy. I don’t care what the—” He glanced at Hugo again. “—hell you think.”

Adrien’s mouth pulled into a tight, serpentine smile. “Awesome. Well, since we have some time while Luka’s in the shower, why don’t we chat and get to know one another? Let’s start with how we met Luka,” Adrien suggested, tone chipper and buoyant. “I was classmates with his sisters Rose and Juleka, and I came over to the Liberty for the annual music festival. I tripped on some wires and totally faceplanted. Luka helped me up, and our hands touched, our eyes met, and it was just like something out of a fairytale. Luka told me a few years later that it was love at first sight for him,” Adrien added cheerfully.

XY’s face was red with fury, and Adrien couldn’t help but think that if this had been five years prior, he would have been dealing with an akuma by this point.

Still, he pressed, fed up with XY’s attitude. “How did you and Luka meet?—Oh wait! I remember,” he laughed in a “silly me” sort of way. “You and your father ripped off his music, threatened my wife, and got Luka akumatized. Wow. What an interesting story to tell the kids, right?”

XY gave a soft growl. “You think you’re so great, Agreste, but you’re really not.”

Adrien was taken aback at the vehemence of the anger and bitterness in XY’s voice.

“You have no idea,” XY continued, “how often you and Marinette make Luka feel alone and unloved. You two don’t truly appreciate him, and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of watching you break his heart. News flash, Agreste: he doesn’t need you anymore. He’s with me now, and I’m going to treat him how he deserves to be treated. He’s not even going to miss you.”

Adrien’s expression went glacial, and, suddenly, XY could tell without a doubt that Adrien was Gabriel Agreste’s son.

A cruel frost settled into Adrien’s eyes as he replied coolly, “Listen here, you homewrecking clown. I am not going anywhere. Luka and I have been together for eight years. Years. You’ve been making out with him for, what? A couple months? And you think you have this great bond with him, that you’re the one who understands him?”

XY had gone into the confrontation feeling confident, but now he felt very small and very squishable.

Adrien laughed, the noise raking XY’s self-esteem like a jaguar’s claws. “Luka and I have a child together,” Adrien rubbed it in. “Which of us do you think really knows him? Because Luka and I spent our adolescence together. We supported each other and helped each other to grow into adults. I’ve been there for him during some of his darkest times just like he’s been there for me. You think you know Luka? You don’t know anything. You can’t take Luka away from me; I’m a part of who Luka is.”

Adrien waited a beat, letting that sink in. “…Now…if Luka really were seeking you out to fill some kind of void in his relationship with Marinette and me…wouldn’t that mean you were just a stand-in for someone else?”

XY paled, looking down at the arm of the chair, unable to respond.

“Hm,” Adrien patronized. “I wonder…. I’m willing to share, XY, if that truly makes Luka happy, but you are never going to steal Luka from me. It’s better if you get that through your head now. Marinette, Luka, Hugo, and I are a family, and decent people don’t just go around breaking families up. If Luka wants you to join us, fine, but drop the attitude, you uncouth swine.”

XY didn’t respond. He couldn’t respond.

It was like Adrien had taken a scalpel and cut out his larynx, taking away his power to defend himself. It was just like when XY’s father yelled at him, harsh words cutting through him as if he were made of paper, leaving him helpless.

Adrien’s words flooded XY with doubt.

“Daddy, you paused Ladybug,” Hugo noted sleepily, waking to find the show was no longer playing.

“Because you fell asleep, My Sweet One,” Adrien cooed, voice warm and kind once more as he ruffled his son’s hair.

“Daddy, who’s dat?”

XY looked up to see familiar blue eyes gazing at him with curiosity. Hugo wasn’t an exact copy of Luka by any stretch, but the shade of the eyes, some of the gently angular facial features, and the feathery hair were there.

Adrien got up and shepherded Hugo over to XY, saying, “Come meet Papa’s friend.”

XY stood, whispering, “I’m not your friend.”

Adrien rolled his eyes and hissed back, “I’m not ‘Papa’. What do you want him to call you?”

“Uh…XY is fine,” XY replied, a little thrown.

Adrien crouched down to Hugo’s level. “Gogo, this is Papa’s best friend, XY. What do you say?”

Hugo stared the long way up at XY and looked slightly intimidated.

XY copied Adrien, crouching down to be at eye-level with the two-year-old.

Hugo took a deep breath and recited, “Hello. My name is Hugo Agreste-Dupain-Cheng. Enchanted to meet you, Monsieur XY.”

“Awesome job, Gogo,” Adrien whispered, giving his son an encouraging pat on the back. “That was perfect.”

XY took Hugo’s outstretched hand and shook it carefully. “Hello, Hugo. It’s nice to meet you. You can just call me XY. My real name is Xavier-Yves. I’m…uh…I’m a friend of your papa.”

Hugo’s face lit up. “Xavier-Yves? Papa talked about you,” he announced proudly, happy to feel like he was in the loop.

XY’s mouth dropped open. “O-Oh? He did? Really?”

Hugo nodded. “You like cars! Wanna pway cars with me?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” XY agreed with a shrug, not yet certain what to make of the fact that Luka had told his son about XY. Surely that was a good thing, right?

Hugo ran over to the corner where a child-sized backpack sat on top of the large plastic tub that usually occupied that spot. Hugo wrapped both arms around the backpack and toddled back over to XY.

XY wondered if he should offer to help the little guy, but Adrien didn’t seem concerned as he got up and took a seat back on the couch, watching the scene play out.

Hugo set the backpack down and carefully emptied the contents onto the floor.

Out spilled nearly thirty little toy cars in all different makes and models.

XY’s eyes went wide.

Hugo grinned. “Papa and Daddy don’t know about cars, but Papa said you did. He said you could pwobably tell me about my cars. Like this one.” Hugo held up a red racecar, a Ford GT40 with the number fifty-five stamped on its sides and hood. “This one’s my favourite because it’s got my name on it.” He pointed to the fifty-five. “In Japanese, ‘five’ is ‘go’, so you can write my name as ‘five-five’. Gogo.”

XY nodded slowly. “You’re gonna be scary smart like your papa, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Mmhm!” Hugo beamed, glowing with pride. “I’m pwecocious.”

XY shifted from his crouch to take a seat on the floor by the pile of cars. “And you want me to tell you about the cars while we play?”

Hugo nodded enthusiastically, eyes going wide and hopeful. “Pwease!”

“Okay,” XY acquiesced. “Sounds like fun.”

Adrien watched as his son and his partner’s boyfriend wheeled the cars around the floor, making appropriate sound effects. Periodically, XY would mention some fact about one of the cars they were playing with, its name, its year, something about the way it was built or the parts, what made it special.

Every other minute, Hugo would stop playing to ask XY a question, holding up a car and asking his new friend to, “Tell me about dis one!”

Adrien was legitimately impressed. It was obvious that XY knew a lot about cars on a very technical level, but the vocabulary he used was very age-appropriate, his explanations simple, and Adrien could tell that Hugo was actually absorbing much of what XY said.

Maybe the “other man” wasn’t all bad after all.

Adrien could forgive many personal slights if a guy was patient and kind to Hugo. Adrien could tell it wasn’t just for show either. XY genuinely seemed to be having fun pushing cars around and making them do somersaults in the air while sharing facts about the cars and producing silly car noises.

They just needed to do something about XY’s jealousy and poor attitude. Adrien didn’t have the mental energy to deal with a repeat of their conversation prior to Hugo waking up and redeeming XY.

…Maybe Adrien needed to do something about his own jealousy and poor attitude as well…but XY had definitely started it.

…They obviously had some work to do if this was going to be a long-term thing.

“Hey, Adrien,” Luka called as he walked into the living room with a towel slung around his hips. “Have you seen my—Xavier-Yves! Uhhh…”

Luka stared in horror at his lover, son, and the guy he was making out with all in the same room.

XY raised a hand unenthusiastically in greeting. “Surprised? I was too.”

Luka sucked in a breath and let out a whispered curse in what XY assumed was Russian.

“I’m not supposed to repeat dat,” Hugo reported conspiratorially to XY.

Despite himself, XY laughed, though, it came out sounding a little miserable.

“Orpheus, you should probably go put some clothes on,” Adrien advised, and XY bristled at the nickname.

He’d forgotten for almost fifteen minutes that Adrien was even there, but, then, of course, Adrien had to find some way to rub in how close he was with Luka, how much history there was between the two of them.

“Right,” Luka sighed, spinning on his heel. “Sorry. Back in five.”

Luka had never dressed so fast in his life. He came back two minutes later and was greeted by Adrien saying something in Russian that XY couldn’t understand.

Where did pretty boy learn Russian? Did all smart people know Russian? XY obviously needed to learn if Luka and Adrien were going to be having secret conversations that should be held behind XY’s back in front of his face like this.

Luka replied to whatever Adrien had said tiredly, sounding like he was lightly scolding.

XY felt like a pane of glass had been lowered between them, firmly placing Luka and Adrien on one side and XY on the other.

He looked at Hugo and whispered, “You don’t know what they’re saying, do you?”

Hugo shook his head. “Daddy said something mean, and Papa told him to be nice.”

XY quirked an eyebrow at the incredibly sharp young boy. “How do you know that?”

In the background, Adrien was shooting off a long, indignant string of Russian at Luka, pointing accusatorily at XY, and then crossing his arms.

Luka paled, muttering a disjointed apology.

Hugo shrugged. “Papa and Daddy talk Russian when they don’t want people to understand. I hear them talk Russian, and I ask what they said. Uncle Victor teaches me too.”

XY nodded slowly. “Cool. So…what did your daddy say? More mean things?”

Hugo shook his head. “He said you were mean to him. Why were you mean to Daddy?”

XY winced, searching for some kind of answer that a two-year-old could understand. “We both want the same thing, but only one of us can have it.”

Hugo frowned at this. “You can’t share?”

“Gogo,” Adrien called gently, distracting the boy. “Let’s get your toys cleaned up. You and I are going for a walk.”

Hugo stuck out his bottom lip. “But Xavier-Yves and I are pwaying.”

“You can play some more when we get back from our walk. We’ll only be gone thirty minutes,” Adrien cajoled, kneeling down on the floor and starting to return the cars to the backpack.

Hugo pursed his lips and looked like he might protest or cry but then seemed to decide against it. Reluctantly, he started to help his father put away the cars. “Are we going to the Bois de Bouwogne?”

“That’s right,” Adrien confirmed.

“Can Papa and Xavier-Yves and Pwagg come with us?” Hugo inquired, looking up at Adrien hopefully.

“Plagg can come, but Papa and XY are staying here. They have to take care of some adult business,” Adrien explained.

Hugo did not look satisfied with this answer. “Do you have any cheese for Pwagg? Pwagg will get hungry if we’re gone a long time.”

“I’ll go get some out of the fridge,” Adrien assured, zipping up the bookbag and taking it back over to the corner. “You go get your shoes on, okay?”

Hugo nodded, pushing himself to his feet and toddler-running over to the door to get his shoes.

XY stood as well, looking to Luka and whispering, “Who’s Plagg?”

Luka smiled sheepishly. “Uh…Plagg is a flying, talking, magical entity who looks like a black cat. He was Adrien’s friend growing up, and now Plagg and Hugo are friends. Plagg likes cheese. A lot.”

XY nodded, taking this in stride. “I had imaginary friends growing up too, but all of mine were people.”

Luka nodded agreeably, thanking his lucky stars that he didn’t actually have to explain Plagg.

“Okay. I got some Cheddar for Plagg to snack on,” Adrien reported as he came back into the living room. “Ready to go, Gogo?”

Hugo frowned. “Cheddar isn’t his favourite. He thinks it’s boring.”

Adrien grimaced. “I know, Sweetie, but sometimes he just has to make do. He can’t have Camembert all the time.” He held out his hands to Hugo, and Hugo obediently came over to be picked up.

Adrien turned back to Luka, eyes bypassing XY. “We’ll be back in thirty.”

Luka nodded and gave a little wave.

The door closed behind Adrien and Hugo, leaving the flat in a state of intense silence.

#LuXY #luxyweek2k20 #Lukadrien #Lukadrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Luka Couffaine/XY Roth #Luka Couffaine #XY #Xavier-Yves Roth #Mikau's Writings #Welcome to La-La Land

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kinktae · 5 years

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How dare you bitchin!jungkook ?! HOW DARE YOU ?!

very NOT spoiler free bitchin’ 8 asks under the cut

Y/N SUPPORT GROUP

deliciouslydisturbed365 said: I just read chapter 8 and holy fuck I’m nauseous. Poor Y/N 😭

queen-emon said: What the literal FUCK man, I just read Bitchin 08 and like im so broken. I never ever consider Y/n and I to be the same person but this time I felt like we were the same person both getting our hearts crushed by the man we loved so dearly. I AM NOT OKAY WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME! THIS IS SO NOT GROOVY :(

Anonymous said: Me🤝y/n Repressing our emotions

madjammil said: I am legit crying. Poor y/n! I cannot believe Jungkook slept with Kiri! My heart is broken. I thought these two were finally getting together and he goes and does this dumb shit! Smh. Aside from that, your writing was amazing as always! I love this series so much!

YARA BULLY JK PETITIONERS

Anonymous said: omg i can’t believe jungkook is rly going to get his dickie chopped off 😍😍😍 deserve! can’t wait until yara finds out

Anonymous said: Ignore jk, y/n!!! Gosh she deserve so much better than a fboi who only cares about how he feels physically!! Ahole to the max and I need her to slap him! Yara can join along the slapping game!! But srsly he needs to learn his words alone can’t mend this and I hope y/n doesn’t give in so easily cuz he deserves cold shoulders from her for a very long time and don’t just rely on charms to get his way. Ik he was trouble from the start 😔 y/n dear don’t worry you deserve better

casualxexistence said: So 👉👈 um like is there like ANy chance that we get to see our baby yara’s reaction to this 🥺🥺🥺👼 bc um well I would kinda love to see her hand both jk and kiri there asses bc they aren’t gonna hAVE ANY AFTER SHE FINISHES WITH THEM RIP

Anonymous said: dude, what if y/n hooks up with tae and starts beef between jk and him while yara bitch slaps kiri….. dude bitchin’ has such good drama theories wtf literally anything is possible at this point

Anonymous said: if yara doesn’t punch kook can I punch him? Not as the oc I meant like me BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK

forvever-ddaeng said: I keep rereading this last part like it’s somehow gonna change or it won’t make me sad the more I read it but it’s having the opposite effect and now I want Yara to beat Jungkook’s ass smh

Anonymous said: WTFFFFFFF YARA GONNA HUNT DOWN AND KICK JUNGKOOK ASS FOR HURTING HER BABY

JUNGKOOK ANTIS:

Anonymous said: what the fuck is wrong with bitchin’!jungkook does he think with his dick i wanna kick his ass

Anonymous said: why jungkook would do something like that if he likes y/n? i would be so mad at him too like… isn’t that kind of cheating? he didn’t say if he was back together with his ex but he slept with her so that must mean something, she probably thinks it means something. he was really stupid

omgtaehyungsmullett said: i know jungkook fucking with me, dammit 😡

Anonymous said: I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD JUNGKOOK DO THAT WHY

ausjeons said: Jungkook what the fuck!!! I could slap you silly after reading part 8 😪😩

Anonymous said: Team make jk suffer for awhile and then be able to patch things up with the oc 🤝

Anonymous said: I read ch8 last night and this weighed heavily on my mind all day like why is jk such a hoe? Like how could he just sleep with Kiri just like that. I think these children are very confuzzled with their feelings. After he slept with Kiri, did he rush to y/n bc he knew this was the end of their “relationship”? One last passionate banger goodbye 😟 my 💔 broken heart

Anonymous said: I ain’t even sad. I’m full on rage mode. WHO TF GAVE JK THE AUDACITY , THE ABSOLUTE BRAWN TO STICK HIS DICK IN KIRI AND THEN , NOT EVEN A FULL DAY LATER ( cuz yk that would be farrr too gracious ) WITHOUT A WARNING , WITHOUT A FRICKING GOOD MORNING EVEN , GOES TO FUCK OC AND THINKS THAT’S OKAY???? Good to know OC and whatever his relationship was with her was worth less than a nut😒

Anonymous said: i’m actually sad… like wow. i really expected him to go back, i really did. but even though i knew it’d happen, it still hurt, y’know? i think that made it worse; knowing that he’d go back to her in the end… shit’s fucked up, really. great job writing it. i could literally feel the emotion from this one.

Anonymous said: Bitchin ch 8…..oh wow the smut was so nice and fluffy but wtf JJK messed up big time. Honestly I don’t think he deserves oc after this. She deserves someone who isn’t so unsure of his feelings that it takes getting back together with and sleeping with someone else to realise it. If he really liked her, he wouldn’t have slept with Kiri.

Anonymous said: “ArE YOu MAd?” Srsly what brand of clown juice is Bitchin JJK drinking?

Anonymous said: TAE AND Y/N HOES BRO ENTER THE NEW SHIP FUCK JK

cchristinnaa said: Jk really did yn like a pocket pussy huh

Anonymous said: HOW COULD JUNGKOOK OH MY GOOODDDDDDDDDDD literally men aint SHIT….. the part where y/n said you got what you wanted from me🥺🥺🥺🥺 I FELT THAT ugh i love the angst

Anonymous said: Hope jk dieS from jealousy next ch. And regrets it skdhdhd :( jk. Hope they get their sht 2gether soon or im gon 😷😖😭

diortae said: me: *explaining to bitchin 8 jk why he’s a dick for calling Y/N his “pretty girl” immediately after fucking her raw the morning after he slept with his ex*

jk: well, you know what they say. hindsight is 20/20

me: KINDA SEEMS LIKE REGULAR SIGHT SHOULD HAVE CAUGHT THAT ONE

Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK IS ABOUT TO MEET THESE FISTS UP CLOSE THATS ON GOD THAT DUMBASS LIMP DICK BITCH REALLY FUCKED UP

Anonymous said: I HATE JJK HES AN ASS FOR GG DOWN ON 2WOMEN HE CAN JUS F HIMSELF RN

Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK IS GONNA GET HIS ASS BEATEN UGHSHHSKDHXJSJ MOTHERFUCKER WHAT? WHAT??? THIS BITCH IS A RIDE OR DIE AND UR GOING AFTER FAKEASS KIRI REALLY? FOR REAL I THOUGHT UOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS BUT NO ALL MEN DO IS LIE LIE LIE

Anonymous said: the way i closed the tumblr app when i saw jungkook saying “kiri came over last night”

Anonymous said: alright we beating jk’s ass @ noon 😤

Anonymous said: WHY WOULD JUNGKOOK DO THAT TO OC LIKE WHAT I AGREE WITH OC HE USED HER AND THAT MAKES ME 😡😡😡😡😡

Anonymous said: BITCHIN PART 8 WTFGGGG MY HEART Do be Hurting . i’m going to beat jungkook up !!!!

betysotelo18 said: It’s been a few minutes since I read part 8 and I can’t stop thinking about what could happen next… the meanwhile F U jeon Jungkook, you did wrong

Anonymous said: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I CANT 😭 WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THIS CHAPTER HUUUU JUNGKOOK WTFF BRO…….. my heart is breaking for them. Why can’t they just date already wkxbdbbdjdjdjdjdjdj this is onky misunderstanding right? and thankyou for the new chapter sis hihuhihih💕💕

Anonymous said: im shocked i dunno who i hate more rn you or jungkook. my heart is literally SHATTERED he better fix this or else im traveling to the 80s just to kick his ass 😭🤬

Anonymous said: never want to punch jungkook in the face like i wanna do right now

Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK 🤬 for the love of god rose why do u did that to me i wanna die

Anonymous said: ROSE WTF WAS THAT MAN !!! my heart it hurts and like wtf jungpuke!! Why would he do that to reader !! why would he sleep with kiri and then sleep with reader ?!? Like go siekkeksjdjejjejdbehhe i wish i can put in reaction pictures in here

CUTIE PIES

Anonymous said: Omggg thank you so so much for this chapter, for the whole fic. Thank you for sharing it with us. You are a great writter. Seriously! I just love how every chapter is so intense. Not only the smut is amazing but every detail, every action, the whole plot, all of the dialogues. I actually cried at the end I love how I can really feel everything. All the emotions. Ah and they’re so cute!!! But why was JK so weak? Even if that’s what you wanted since the beginning… I thought- BOY WTF??? :’( But seriously this is the type of thing I love, I am WEAK for this. The slow burn, the oblivious idiots that love each other but keep suffering thing. And you write it so well. Your mind!!! Your talent!!! I love it. Thank you, for real ♥♥♥ I’m antecipating the next chapter, but already sad that it’s almost ending :((( I’m gonna miss this a lot. Anyways, take your time, baby. And have a nice day! ♥♥♥ (Sorry for bad english btw)

tinievmin said: ROSE. IM IN PAIN. I FELT THE BREAKUP BETWEEN YN AND JUNGKOOK. IM SO SADDD. But not related to the plot, your writing is ART. You always make it flow so well aND WOW!!! I don’t have enough words to express how much I love your works

AND FINALLY, AN INTELLECTUAL

Anonymous said: kiri is a bitch i said what i said

#ask

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skelebois-world · 4 years

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Hi! Could I get a matchup please? I usually go by Lee.

I'm a very quiet person! I don't talk about my own interests or opinions very often because I'm scared of getting made fun of or ignored. I'm more of a listener because of that, and I like to hype people up! I'm a mom friend and I'm usually the voice of reason/ the person to give very very blunt advice that people need to hear. People often come to me for comfort or advice and im happy to give it! I like to give people gifts a lot, sometimes they're homemade and sometimes store bought! I'm good at reading and analyzing people and im usually pretty spot on. I'm either very serious or silly and carefree, there's really no in between for me and it changes at random. One moment I can be silent and stoic and the next I could be like. Gushing about frogs. I don't indodump very often because I get embarrassed and loud and I talk super fast and I stutter and I mess up words.

I like drawing, playing video games, stuffed animals, reading, writing, cooking, history, coffee, kids, furbies, anything related to biology or the medical field! I really love animals and I send people so many frog and shark photos/videos because I think they're just so NEAT! I have three geckos and they are my babies! I listen to a lot of music as well, its very calming for me.

I dislike getting yelled at, loud noises (people who are loud are fine as long as they aren't angry!), crunching sounds, clowns, mascots, cigarettes, alcohol and vapes (i have and will lecture people- including my own mother, nobody is safe)

For quirks! I dunno if these count butttt I have to be staring at my food as I eat it, I have to buzz my apartment before I go in even if I have my keys, I will talk to any and every animal I see even if its a fish like full on "Hello!! How are you? Oh you're so CUTE!"

I collect glassware, necklaces, stuffed animals, little figurines, old medicine bottles and casings (like 1800s old)

I'll say UwU out loud at random times if I don't know what else to say, I drink pure lemon juice.

What I want in a relationship is just a best friend I guess! I want someone I can grow as a person and be better with! Someone I can tease a little and joke around with a lot, and just someone I feel safe enough around to just be able to nap on or close to

I don't like people who are genuinely cruel and nasty. I'm like to think that I'm usually a very sympathetic and understanding person! I like to think about why people are doing what they're doing but I won't just sit there and watch someone hurt others. I also don't like people who get angry and yell a lot! I'm pretty patient and I like to think that everyone can be better if they have people who are willing to be there for them so there isn't a lot that would make me not want to talk to someone!

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You seem like a really cool person! We have some things in common, i think it'd be nice to hang with you uwu

Well after knowing you a bit better, i think you perfect match is...

Stretch (US! Papyrus)

He is a pretty chill skele, he will never be bothered by you, he loves hearing you excited about something, and will be there for you if you are feeling blue. He loves reading, too, he will probably talk to you excited about a book, and will listen to your rambles about whatever book you're reading at the moment. He's also pretty chill, you just know he's never gonna get pissed, unless it's about someone being mean to you. Then you can expect hin to be angry, but don't worry, he's mor of a talker than a fighter, so he is totally not beating the shit out of anybody. Has he said already that he loves reptiles? If it weren't for peachy (his hamster) he would love to have a gecko. So he's just fascinated by yours, he will love them and watch them as the kids he always wanted but never had. He also is that kinda bf that senda you wholesome memes at 3 am just because it made him think about you. So expect that too.

Summary! He's just a wholesome bf that loves you and you geckos! You sure are a loving family! Of geckos!

#matchup #submission #notdirkiestdirk #us papyrus #stretch #au papyrus #papyrus

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Did the last person you kissed celebrate your last birthday with you? no

Who is the person you would least like to be stuck in a lift with? Why? smelly drunk puking rapist murderer - do I really have to explain? If your parents looked in your inbox and read your messages, would they find out anything you didn’t want them to know? my sexts Have you cried at all during the past week? ... When was the last time you felt disappointed? What was the reason? now, no comment Who was the last person you had an argument with? how would you feel if that person never spoke to you again? both good and bad

Do you like forks with three metal pokers, or four? I don’t care Would you ever wear a hat with cat ears on it? I already do

Have you ever eating raw sugar by itself? when I was a kid I was stealing it from my grandma’s sugar-bowl Do you paint your left or right hand fingernails first? I don’t recall but probably left as I’m righty What about for your feet? not that I paint them but whatever What’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done? hmm... Do you think fish are cute? some can be If you found an ant on your food, would you still eat it? doubt it How much do you weigh? 42 kg now

What was the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before you’ve dated them? but dates or relationship?

Do you have any theatrical experience? If so, what have you done? just school

Don’t you hate it when people talk about their relationships constantly? every subject you talk about constantly is getting on my nerves tbh

Is there anything you need to say to anyone? I don’t know how/what/if I should/want to

If you could have anyone to do your eulogy, who would it be and why? my dad

If given the choice, would you rather go to Subway or a Chinese restaurant? Subway

Do your neighbors annoy you in any way? many ways

Whose car were you in last? I was in a taxi

How late did you stay up last night? I barely slept at all because of cannula/venflon and feeling like I’m choking, also noise and anxiety

What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon? coming home

Who did you last see in person? mom

When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you? today (my father)

What is on your wrists right now? finally nothing and that feels weird, I constantly want to fix my ID wristband but it’s not there anymore

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing? second hand - it has an elephant and Perfectly imperfect written on it

Do you like clowns? very

Are you listening to anything at the moment? I am

Do you twitch when your falling asleep? it happens at times but only rarely

Are your dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? we don’t own a dishwasher

Are you at home or with friends more often? home and I like it that way

Would you date someone 15 years older than you? noooo

Do you own a strapless bra? nah

How are you feeling at this exact moment? it’s complicated

Are you someone who worries too often? absolutely

Do you ever wonder how other people see you? obvi

What is one good thing you’re known for? How about one bad thing? don’t ask me

Are you taller than most? lmfao

Are you the type of person who likes to be out or home? take a guess...

Has anyone ever said i love you to you and not meant it? it seems

Do you regret going out with the last person you did? going out as dating or just spending time with somebody outside?

When was the last time you showered? few days ago because I couldn’t move my arm :(

Who did you last talk to in person? my mother

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? yeah

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? hahaha

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? not sure

What area of math are you best at? Worst? dunno

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? only Dorota had similar taste in music to mine not counting my current gf’s love towards 80s songs that we share

How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? often?

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? yes

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? sure

What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? everything?...

If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? mixed feelings

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? -

Have you ever considered going to art school? I have considered and am slightly regretting that I didn’t

How quickly can you write an essay? depends

Favorite episode of Spongebob? it’s not my fav but I remember the one where Spongebob painted the room most (why tho?)

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? would say so

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations? I might

Do u own a rolling pin?: u don’t? :o

What’s your ideal indoor temperature?: never checked

Does your kitchen have a theme?: ... apparently poop is the theme

Are u a pack rat?: mhm

What’s the grossest thing u have found in your food?: bug, hair, piece of plastic...

Do u like ice cream sandwiches?: why not

Ever worn a flower in your hair?: for a moment

What surgeries have u had?: none

What health problems do u have?: what health problems I don’t have?...

Do u like to sleep in?: yasss

Don’t ya just hate foot cramps? who likes those?

Would you say you have an infectious laugh? not really Shouldn’t you be doing something else right now? omg thx for a reminder :o What is something you worry about often? every single thing Do you walk fast or slow? compared to?... Would you consider yourself healthy? Both mind and body. not at all Does sitting in waiting rooms drive you insane? not as much as majority of people, I can wait for a long time when I see the point and don’t feel the worst, I don’t need much entertainment to not get bored What form of public transport do you use most often? bus Would you consider yourself an adrenaline junkie? the opposite Have you ever been arrested? If so, why? I’m an angel Do you ever put sticky notes around the place to remind yourself of things? I have shitload of notes but they’re not sticky Would you eat a spider for $50? hell no Would you rather be a kangaroo or a koala? koala Are you easy to talk to? am I? Can you juggle with more than two items? I can’t juggle with one item pfft At airports do you ever worry your luggage won’t arrive? scary but luckily I don’t travel by plane What other windows have you currently got opened? fb, youtube, tumblr drafts, google translator and google searching Who else is in the same building as you? my parents Would you like a penny farthing bicycle? maybe Would you ever consider visiting Ireland? what for? Would you like to visit Venice? no thx Did you ever eat leaves when you were a kid? my sister did Do you have any flags in your house? we occasionally put polish flag on balcony Are there any ‘keep off the grass’ signs where you live? just don’t throw trash on the ground on cemetery Have you ever walked on the grass with such a sign? that’s rude unless you really didn’t notice or had no choice Are you double-jointed? could say so At school which area of science did you prefer: biology/chemistry/physics? definitely not physics Which did you prefer between geography/history? neither Have you ever driven a tractor? didn’t have an opportunity Does the smell of the countryside bother you? animal shit does Do you drink more water or juice? water

Sweater weather or tank top weather? Which do you prefer. I like it hot, I hate winter but I enjoy sweaters Is there a cat in the room you’re in right now? stuffed only Do you enjoy going to the movies? prefer to watch movies at home

Are you an animal lover? I admire from afar How tall are you? according to my doctor I lost 2 cm Is there anything you want to ask anyone right now? God Are you gay, straight, bi, lesbian, asexual, or not sure? asexual/lesbian Are you more negative or more positive? negative Have you made any life altering decisions lately? I’m deciding

Do you have any songs currently stuck in your head? not atm Have you made a CV? several Where is the last place you applied for a job? (If you have) which was the last one... Are you photogenic? I’m ugly

What are you listening to right now? stopped because family member is asleep What are you going to do tomorrow? shopping if anything

Have you ever been judged on something you wore? been bullied

Think QUICK what word begins with c? clown :D

Are you a funny person? I believe Be honest, do you go for looks more or personality? personality is more important but I’m picky

Are you a flirty person? a bit

Are you homophobic? I’m homo myself so...

How would you react if someone said you ruined their life? I know I ruin everybody’s lives

If you’re home alone, do you still close/lock the door when you use the bathroom? I don’t lock ‘em even when I’m not alone

What’s the stupidest song you’ve listened to today? nothing stupid

How is your hair currently styled? it’s dirty and after this survey I will wash my head finally

Do you ever stay up late just to be awake oh well...

Would you ever write a letter to someone you haven’t met yet, like your future spouse? I don’t think so

Would you rather spend the day watching movies or on an intense hike? entire day just one thing?!

Are you stressed about anything? always Have you ever stood on a frozen solid body of water? too dangerous for me Are you one of those people who take like, 50 Facebook quizzes at a time? whoops :x What’s on your bed? it’s so clean/empty that it freaks me out Are you texting anyone? no longer

Did your last beverage contain caffeine? it was just water

Did you get any friend requests on Facebook today? did not

What’s your least favourite song by your favourite artist? for example - one of my fav bands - Queen - I dislike Radio Gaga and We will rock you

What’s your best friend’s middle name? no middle name!

Who was the last person to comment on your Facebook status? my partner

If the person you miss turned up at your door now, how would you react? woah wtf

Where were you THREE hours ago? in here

What are you wearing right now? my leggings with colorful heart pattern

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? parent

Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? I got two shirts and socks

What day is tomorrow? Friday

Do you remember the first person you ever kissed? we’re together now again

Ever use someone else’s toothbrush? that’s disgusting, don’t!

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natsuxlucyfanfiction · 6 years

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Operation Get the Girl Chapter 11

Oh my goodness, I haven’t posted a chapter to OGTG in so long, I’m pretty sure y’all have forgotten about it already lol. Here it is, hope you enjoy!

About three weeks passed. The change in Natsu's life was phenomenal. Gray was more hostile towards him, unlike ever before. Yes, they would always get into fights and bicker, but never with serious intent. As they've gotten older, the motive had gotten less petty and more hateful. Natsu, being competitive in nature, fought back with all his might. Everyone in the guild noticed how intense their sporadic brawls have gotten, but no one said a word, blaming it on hormones and teenage masculinity. Master Makarov decided to cancel the S Class Tournament for reasons unknown. Erza seemed to never be at the guild anymore.

His relationship with Leela deepened. He got to know her better, and his whole view on her completely changed. Denying that he had feelings for her would be pointless. But were those feelings love? Questionable. He only felt like he liked her when he was with her. Nothing was set in stone. Everything confused Natsu, which pissed him off. He just wanted to know what was going on for a minute. Instead, he was always the dull idiot. So there he was in the same spot at the bar, drinking with Cana.

“I like this Natsu. The one that can stomach alcohol. You’re a good boy,” Cana hooted while pinching his cheeks. Natsu chose to down his drink instead of acknowledging her comment. He motioned for Mira to get another.

“What’s troubling you?” Mira asked before pouring his drink.

“Just thinking.”

“It’s hard to think when you’re inebriated,” Mira teased. “Besides, you never actually answered my question.”

Natsu sighed before beginning his rant. He cracked his knuckles, which was becoming a nervous habit. “So I love Lucy and Leela likes me and I like Leela too and Lucy wants to strengthen our friendship and I claimed that I didn’t love Lucy anymore and Gray is being a pissy little bi-”

“Slow down,” Mira interrupted. “All your words are slurring together. So you’re caught in a love triangle, and one side of it is unrequited. Lucy wants to be friends again. Gray not liking you is no news to me, or anyone for that matter.”

“Everything shifts so fast and I can’t keep up. I’m not smart like all of them, I need things to be black and white. This whole gray area pisses me off,” Natsu droned between swigs. “Mira, I think someone’s poisoned my drink. My head is spinning and my stomach is screaming. Do you wanna hear it?” Natsu hurdled over the bar effortlessly, but failed the landing. He stumbled until he eventually fell. Mirajane’s sniggers were overpowered by Cana’s guffaws.

“That’s enough alcohol for you, kid,” Mirajane spoke, grabbing Natsu’s hand to help him up. He didn’t budge, so she gave up.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Mira,” Natsu whined. “I’m a big boy.”

Cana drank the rest of Natsu’s alcohol. “You see why I like alcohol, Mira? It’s a miracle worker. One second Natsu is an angsty teen, the other he’s a childish clown. Get me another shot, on him.”

“On it,” Mira affirmed. Just when she thought it was all over, she saw a certain someone walk through the guild doors. “Uh oh. Look who just walked in,” she said with a sing-song tone. Cana spun around to find Leela, searching for her darling, heavily intoxicated boyfriend.

“Oh this just keeps getting better and better,” Cana reveled. “I’ll celebrate with two more shots, both on Natsu.”

“We both know he’s broke, Cana.”

“Exactly, a little bit more debt wouldn’t even be noticeable.” Like always, Cana shrugged it off. Sometimes it annoyed Mira, but at other times it was nice to have someone who took things lightly.

Leela’s heels thumped against the floor. She walked with purpose straight to the bar. “Hey, have you seen Natsu? It’s urgent.”

“Afraid I haven’t, sorry dear. Good luck on finding him,” Mira replied.

“What do mean, Lisanna? I’m right here,” Natsu countered. He managed to pull himself up on his own, greeting Leela with a smile reeking of alcohol.

“That’s Mirajane, you’ve known her for forever. What were you doing on the floor? And why do you smell like alcohol?” Her tone got more and more aggressive by the second. With her hands on her hips and brows furrowed, she was an intimidating figure, for a non-mage.

“It’s a really funny story actually,” Natsu began, “I got drunk.” He smiled, thinking that everything was fine and resolved.

“You told me you didn’t drink!” She shrieked, regardless of all the people surrounding them. But it was Fairy Tail, where everyone was too busy getting drunk or in fights themselves.

“You were never specific about what. I drink alcohol on the occasion. I don’t drink pomegranate-craisin juice, that stuff’s nasty. Who had the idea of putting it together like honestly? Not a fan.”

Leela threw her hands in the air and scoffed, eyes wide in disbelief. “Wow, not only am I dating a deceitful liar, he’s also a pitiful alcoholic.” She cried out. “You know, I promised myself I would never date an alcoholic or a druggie. You freaking tricked me into it. Our relationship was going well,” she admitted through tears, “and it’s such a shame, because I really liked you.”

“It’s over!” She bellowed on her way out. Everyone watched her storm away, then quickly returned to their own business.

Natsu sobered up a little. “Well, that makes it easier,” he said nonchalantly while pouring himself a drink.

“That’s it?” Mira queried.

“Yep,” he responded, popping the p.

“But she just broke up with you, and you said you liked her.” Mirajane was incredulous. Was Natsu just too drunk to care or was he legitimately not phased by being dumped by Leela.

“Yeah I liked her but she never had my heart, so how could she break it? Lucy does a better job at making me cry. Pass the salt.” She did as he asked, and watched in horror as he poured it into his drink.

“I should be a barista.”

“No, you really shouldn’t,” Cana and Mira replied in sync. Mira continued to laugh at Natsu’s silly drunken antics, but her heart wasn’t in it.

For the rest of the day, Natsu’s words stuck with her. “…she never had my heart, so how could she break it? Lucy does a better job at making me cry.” They rung in her head, really making her think. Was it her fault that Natsu has dealt with and gotten used to heartbreak?

If I didn’t encourage him all those years ago to chase after Lucy, then he would’ve been way over her by now. Maybe if I just gave him some helpful words of moving on, he wouldn’t have a drinking problem. Though stupid, he’s sensitive when it comes to romance. Scratch that, when it comes to romance with Lucy. It’s all my fault.

I have to fix this.

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Two days later, Natsu was greeted at his front door by Gray with an extremely friendly punch to the face, note the sarcasm. "You broke Leela's heart!" Gray roared, face red with anger. Ice assembled on his fist, and he came at Natsu again. This time, the fire mage was able to dodge.

"Dude, what the heck? And not on purpose!"

"That makes it sooo much better. You're digging your own grave, Dragneel," Gray sneered, conjuring more ice. Natsu reciprocated the love by setting his fists and arms ablaze. Before either could move, they were stopped by Lucy.

"This is why I came along, to prevent any situations like this. Stop acting like children." She rolled her eyes, making herself at home in Natsu's cozy house. She spent many hours there in the past, and the place used to be her second home. Now she felt like a stranger. The thought saddened her.

"Sit down, and don't make a mess or start a fight. I already don't clean this place, I don't need it getting worse." His guests obeyed, one rather reluctantly.

"You lied to Leela. You broke her heart! She loves you, Natsu. She was willing to put up with all of your stupid problems, and you threw that all away."

Natsu shifted. “I’m sorry, okay? The entire relationship was a mistake, it’s over now. If I can get over it, you can too.”

“Get it through your thick skull!” Gray exploded. He stood up and pointed at Natsu, restraining himself from attacking him. “She loves you!”

“And whose fault is that?” Natsu stood up barked with equal anger. “I’m not the one who used her for my own schemes!”

“Watch your mouth,” Gray threatened. Panic surged through him; Lucy couldn’t know of his past plans.

“What’s he talking about, Gray?” She asked with an hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“Oh, that’s right, you were keeping it a secret from her,” Natsu smirked. “Well I think it’s time Lucy learned the truth, don’t you agree?”

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xaneyyy · 8 months

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winchesters-love · 7 years

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Get To Know Me!!! A Little Too Well

1. Name: Nicole 2. Nickname(s): Nik, Nikki 3. Birthday: June 21 4. That makes you: 18 5. Where were you born: Nebraska 6. Location right now: Same place 7. Shoe size: 7 8. How many piercings?: None 9. Tattoos?: None, but I'd love a few <3 10. When you wake up you're: Confused and even more tired 11. When your about to sleep you're: Wide awake 12. Zodiac sign: Cancerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr/Gemini 13. Chinese sign: Rabbit 14. Righty or Lefty: Righty 15. Innie or Outie: Innie 16. School: Out of school :P Section Two: Looks 17. Nationality: White 20. Weight: 110 lbs 21. Height: 5'6 22. Braces? No 23. Glasses? Yes Section Three: Private Life 24. Do you have a boy/girlfriend? I do! 25. If so, who? The love of my life, Nate 26. If not, do you have a crush on someone? My boyfriend 27. Who has a crush on you? No one haha 28. Ever cheated on your bf/gf? Nope 29. Who was your first kiss: Nate, he kisses pretty good 30. Who was your last kiss: Nate <3 31. Are you a virgin? Yes 32. Ever had a threesome before? No 33. NQ- Ever been swarmed by ladybugs?: Nope 34. Have you ever been in love? Yes 35. Broken any hearts? Not that I know of 36. Got your heart broken? Quite a few times 37. Ever liked a friend? Yea 38. What happened? We started dating

Section Four: Past Relationships 39. How many relationships have you been in? 1 40. How many were serious enough to count: I'm in it 41. Who were those serious ones: I've only been in 1 42. NQ- Who USED to be your best friend: Well, he's still my best friend so 43. What made them different: Nothing 44. What happened: We started dating 45. Best boy/girlfriend: The one I'm dating 46. Worst boy/girlfriend: N/A 47. Ever been kissed: Yes 48. Who do you want back: No one 49. What do you regret: Focusing too much on guys 50. Why? Because I would've done so much better in school Section Five: Favourites 51. Song: Sound of Silence 52. Movie: Zootopia 53. Food: Anything really 54. Drink: Apple Juice 55. Store: Gamestop and Hot Topic 56. Television show: Stranger Things and Mom 57. Holiday: Christmas 58. Book: Grace Lost Series 59. Ice cream: Mint Chip 60. Sweets: Chocolate 61. Crisps: Doritos Jacked 62. Type of music: Pretty much every genre 63. Artist: Singer is Luke Bryan, Painter is Bob Ross 64. Word: Loquacious, vernacular 65. Time of day: Evening/night 66. Dressing: Ranch 67. Alcoholic drink: Don't drink 68. Colour(s): Blue, Red, Black, and White 69. Piece of clothing: Beanie 70. Character: My fursona 71. Smell: Fresh rainfall 72. Shampoo: Fructis 73. Soap: Fructis 74. Smiley: >3 75. Board game: Too many tbh 76. Sport: Soccer 77. Number: 5 78. Quote: "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Franklin D. Roosvelt 79. Animal: Wolf 80. Actor: Ryan Reynolds/Chris Pratt 82. Vegetable: Sugar snap peas 83. Fruit: Grapes 84. Place to be: In my room 85. Thing in your room: Pictures 86. Gum: 5-gum 87. Shape: Circle 88. Country: Europe 89. Mall: Any mall 90. Car: 67 Chevy Impala 91. Boy's name: Christopher 92. Girl's name: Chrissy 93. Family member: My brothers and my dad 94. Restaurant: Johnny Carinos 95. Movie place: The theater 96. Person to go to the movies with: Myself 97. Noise: Falling rain 98. Brand of Shoe: Airwalks 99. Brand of clothing: Aeropostle 100. Body part of a chicken: Thigh 101. Swear word: Asshat 102. Month: December 103. Possession: My ring 104. Team: Don't have a favorite 105. Season: Winter 106. Radio station: Pop station 107. Magazine: Don't read them 108. Favourite grade: Senior year 109. Least favourite grade: 5th grade 110. Teacher: Kindergarten 111. Least favourite teacher: Math teacher in 5th grade, he was a douche 112. Subject: Art/Choir 113. Subject to talk about: Anything and everything Section Six: Family 114. Who's your mum?: Not here 115. Who's your dad?: My role model 116. Any step-parents?: Yea, had a few 117. Any brothers?: 2 118. Any Sisters?: Nope 120. Coolest: Older brother 121. Loudest: Me 122. Best relative: My cousin 123. Worse relative: No one 124. Do you get along with your parents? My dad, yea 125. With your siblings? Mostly, we game with each other 126. Does anyone understand you? Yea 127. Do you have any pets? Nah 128. If so, what kind and name? 129. If not, what do you want as a pet? I want another dog, we had to get rid of ours Section Seven: School 131. Are you still in school? Nope 132. Did you drop out?: 2.75, I didn't pay attention freshman and sophomore year 133. Your current GPA: No thanks 134. Do you buy or bring lunch?: School bill paid for it 135. ABC's?: Know them 136. Favorite class: Choir and art 137. Play any sports at school?: Played soccer 138. Are you popular? With the outcasts 139. Favourite memory: Being the only girl good at soccer 140. Most humiliating moment: Falling in front of my close guy friends 141. Most funniest moment: Hitting someone in the face with a soccer ball 142. Most scared moment: Graduating Section Eight: What do you think of when you hear 145. Chicken: Bawk bawk 146. Dog: Soft puppy 147. Christina Aguilera: Music 148. Ricky Martin: Who? 149. 50 cent: Rapper 150. Poop: Emoji 151. Beach: Sand 152. Dessert: Cactus 153. Water: Blue 154. Osama: Bin Laden 155. Love: Life 156. Your little brother: Xbox One 157. Butt: Nice 158. Clowns: Pennywise 159. Wonder: Over Yander 16o. Brown: Pants 161. Banana: Yum 162. Sex: Rope 163. Parents: One 164. Homosexuals: Jensen and Jared 165. God: Father Section Nine: Do you believe in 166. God: Yes 167. Heaven: Yes 168. Devil: Yes 169. Hell: In a sense 170: Boogey man: No 171. Closet Monsters: Nah 172. Fortune telling: Nope 173. Magic: Nuh uh 174. Love at first sight: Depends 175. Ghosts: Nope 176. Voo-doo dolls: Nah 177. Reincarnation: Nope 178. Yourself: Ehh, not really Section Ten: Do you 179. Smoke: And kill my lungs? No thanks 180. Do drugs: Pfft, why would I? 181. Drink alcohol: Again, I'm not trying to die at a young age 182. Cuss: Yea 183. Sing in the shower: Sometimes... 184. Like school: Yea, it was the best place to be! 185. Want to get married: Mhmm, and I'm glad I found someone 186. Type with all of your fingers: Not really 187. Think you're attractive: Most days 188. Drink and drive: Fuck this 189. Snore: Sometimes 190. Sleep walk: Nope 191. Like watching sunrises and sunsets: Best place to be honestly Section Eleven: Have you ever 192. Flashed someone: On accident 193. Gotten so drunk til you threw up everywhere: I don't drink 194. Told that person how you felt: Yep 195. Been arrested: Nope 196. Gone to jail or juve: No 197. Skateboarded: Yes 198. Skinny dipped: In a bath 199. Rock climbed: Do it every summer 200. Killed someone: Nope 201. Watched porn: Nah 202. Gone on a road trip: Kinda 203. Went out of the country: Nah 204. Talked back to an adult: Yes 205. Broken a law: Nope 206. Got pulled over: Don't drive 208: Cried to get out of trouble: I don't usually do anything bad 209. Let a friend cry on your shoulder: I'm supposed to, I'm there to listen 210. Kissed a brother's or sister's friend: No 211. Kissed a friend's brother or sister: No 212. Dropped something on the floor and let someone eat it anyways: Nah, I usually eat it 213. Mooned someone: Yes, once 214. Shop-lifted: No 215. Worked at McDonald's: No thank you 216. Eaten a dog: A hot dog! 217. Give money to a homeless person: Yea, I've fed them too 218. Glued your hand to yourself: Yes 219. Kissed someone of the same sex: Playing Pocky 220. Had a one night stand: I have two right beside my bed 221. Smoked: Nope 222. Done drugs: No 223. Lose a friend because of your ex: I don't have any exes 224. Slap someone for being stupid: Yes 225. Had cyber sex: Sexted?? Kinda 226. Wish you were the opposite sex: A lot more often than I should sometimes. But for completely different reasons 227. Caught someone doing something: Yea 228. Played a game that removes clothing: Strip truth or dare ;) 229. Cried during a movie: All the damn time 230. Cried over someone: It's hard not to when you can't have an actor love you 231. Wanted to hook up with a friend: Yea, and I did 232. Hooked up with someone you barely met: Nah 233. Ran away from home: Nope 234. Cheated on a test: Once Section Twelve: Would you 235. Bungee jump: Nope 236. Sky dive: Hate heights 237. Swim with dolphins: Yes 238. Steal a friend's bf or gf: That goes against girl code 239. Try to be the opposite sex: No 240. Lie to the police: Hi officer my real name is Nicholas... Cage 241. Run from the police: No 242. Lie to your parents: Done it before 243. Backstab a friend for your own well being: That's just plain rude 244. Be an exotic dancer: Only for my boyfriend <3 245. NQ- Kill the president: Nah Section Thirteen: Are you 246. Shy: Yes, especially around new people 247. Loud: Extremely 248. Nice: I try to be 249: Outgoing: I fake being outgoing haha 250: Quiet: Yea 251. Mean: Depends, I'm mean to those I like 252. Emotional: Sad to say, but yea 253. Sensitive: Mhmm 254. Gay: I'm very happy 255. Strong: I wish, need to start working out 256. Weak: Yea 257. Caring: Yes, especially towards animals 258. Dangerous: Well, does this include caving? 259. Crazy: Uh huh 260. Spontaneous: I am the most random and spontaneous thing out there 261. Funny: I try to be, I fail at it 262. Sweet: To eat ;) 263. Sharing: With most things, but not my food 264. Responsible: Most of the time 265. Trustworthy: Definitely, if you want a secret kept come talk to me 266. Open-minded: Depends on what you mean 267. Creative: For the most part 268. Cute: Um, not even close, no matter how many of y'all say I am 269. Slick: They don't call me Nik the Slick for nothing 270. Smart: Yea 271. Dumb: I act like it 272. Evil: No 273. Ghetto: If only 274. Classy: As in sassy 275. Photogenic: Nope 276. Dependable: Only on a few select things 277. Greedy: Only with food 278. Ugly: Yes, 100 times over 279. Messy: With my life 280. Neat: With everything else 281. Perverted: You can say cookie and it'll go bad 282. Silly: Yea 283. A B****: I can be if you want me to be 284. A Good Listener: Mhmm 285. A Fighter: If you make me mad enough 286. A Party Animal: I'd rather read, thanks 287. A Game Freak: YES 288. A Computer Freak: I literally want to work on computers Section Fourteen: Future 289. Dream job: Animation 290. Dream house: Somewhere out in the country 291. Husband/Wife: My sweet redheaded boyfriend 292. Kids: 2 293. Names: Something with Ns 294. Pets: Literally so many 295. Car: Anything that gets me places 296. Age you would want to get married: I wouldn't mind getting married in the next few years 297. Best Man/Bride's Maid: My best friend Elena 298. Honeymoon: Anyplace that has a bedroom Section Fifteen: Your friends 299. Best friend: Elena, Nate, Jasmine, Kelsey 300. Known the longest: Nate 301. Craziest: Elena 302. Loudest: Elena and I 303. Shyest: Jasmine and Kelsey 304. Best hair: Kelsey 305. Best eyes: Kelsey 306. Best body: Nate 307. Most Athletic: Me 308. Hot-Tempered: Elena 309. Most impatient: Me 310. Shortest: Nate 311. Tallest: Kelsey 312. Skinniest: Me 313. Best singer: Me 314. Funniest: Literally all of us 315. Can always make you laugh: All of them 316. Wish you talked to more: Elena 317. Wish you saw more: All of them 318. Who drives you insane after a while: Elena, but in a good way 319. Who you can stay around forever and never get sick of: All of them 320. Ever lose a friend because you took it to the 'next level': Nah, I'm dating Nate 321. Whose always been there when you need them: All of them 322. Who is like your family: All of them 323. How many friends do you have?: Quite a few, and I love each and every one of them 324. How many are really close? About 10? Section Sixteen: The last 325. Thing you ate: Poptarts 326. Thing you drank: Apple juice 327. Thing you wore: My hoodie 328. Thing you did: This meme 329. Place you went: The store 330. Thing you got pierced or tattooed: Nothing 331. Person you saw: My dad 332. Person you hugged: My dad 333. Person you kissed: Nate 334. NQ- Person you beat to a juicy pulp: I wish I had done that to a couple jerks 335. Person you talked to online: Nate 336. Person you talked to on the phone: Nate 337. Song you heard: Vulnerable by Secondhand Serenade 338. Show you saw: Mom 339. Time you fought with your parents: Um... about a month or two? 340. Time you fought with a friend: Haven't for a while 341. Words you said: Fuck you is what I said Section Seventeen: Now 343. What are you eating: Poptart 344. What are you drinking: Apple juice 345. What are you thinking: About my boyfriend 346. What are you wearing: My hoodie 347. What are you doing: Writing this up 349. Hair: Down 350. Mood: Tired 351. Listening to: Spotify 352. Talking to anyone: Yea 353. Watching anything: Nah Section Eighteen: Yes or No 354. Are you a vegetarian: Mostly 355. Are you a carnivore: Nah 356. Are you heterosexual: Yes 357. Do you like penguins: Yes 358. Do you write poetry: Yes 359. Do you see stupid people: Yes 360. You + Me: No 361. Do you like the Osbournes: Yes 362. Can you see flying pigs: No 363. Do you sleep with stuffed animals on your bed: Yes 364. Are you from Afghanistan: No 365. Is Christina Aguilera ugly: No 366. Are you a zombie: No 367. Am i annoying you: Yes 368. Do you bite your nails: Yes 369. Can you cross your eyes: Yes 370. Do you make your bed in the morning: No 371. Have you touched someone's private part: Yes Section Nineteen: This or That 372. Winter or Summer: Winte 373. Spring or Autumn: Autumn 374. Shakira or Britney: Britney 375. MTV or VH1: MTV 376. Black or White: White 377. Yellow or Pink: Pink 378. Football or Basketball: Football 379. Mobile Phone or Pager: Mobile 380. Pen or Pencil: Pencil 381. Cold or Hot: Hot 382. Tattoos or Piercings: Tattoos 383. Inside or Outside: Inside 384. Weed or Alcohol: No 385. Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi 386. Tape or Glue: Tape 387. McDonald's or In-n-Out: In-Out Section Twenty: Opinions 388. What do you think about classical music: I like it 389. About boy bands: Nah 390: About suicide: Talk to someone if you're thinking about suicide. It is a very real thing and should not be joked about. I don't want to find out that any of you are no longer here because of suicide. I've lost 2 very close friends that way. 391. About people who try to force their opinions on you: They can kindly fuck off 392. About teen pregnancy: Only if they know they'll be able to take care of the baby 393. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years: With my husband in some country town 394. Who do you think you'll still be friends with in 5 years: Nate, Elena, Kelsey, Jasmine, hopefully all my friends 395. About gay men: They're human too Section Twenty-One: 396. Do you have a website: I'm working on building one 397. Current weather right now: Cold as balls 398. Current time: 7:00 399. Last thoughts: Byyyye

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artinrhetoric-blog · 7 years

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Rap Voice

These are lyrics to a rap I’ve written recently. I think a lot about how silly modern rap is, so I put this together. I also really wanted to write something to show how much I respect the hype men in rap culture. Hype men are the guys in the background of a song that make funny noises or repeat what the main rapper says. It’s such an interesting role, I figured I had to write something. I’ll try to get something recorded soon. Until then, it’s still a fun read!

Rap Voice

(Lyrics in parenthesis sung by the Hype Man)

Now, Imma be straight with you, I don’t know

How to make a record that makes you go

“Wow, doesn’t he sound so

Cool?” With my voice, I sound like a

Clown, I ramble a bit and my

Lyrics are less than impressive. A smidge of a-

Ggression could lead to progression, I’m guessing that

Maybe I shouldn’t be stressing.

A lesson I’ve learn from rappers today is that

Nobody listens to what you say. It’s

A-okay to mumble everything

Everyone does it and everyone’s loving it

So, maybe I’ll switch up my style and

Rap voice, so I can roll with the

Trap boys. Making it’s easy and

I’ll be appeasing the frat boys.

(Ya!) Throw in a syllable cuz I can’t

Think of a word. (Ya Ya

Ya!) Dancing around, I look like a

Bird. (Ya, you do

Brah!) Maybe it’s better to sing with the

Hype man. (Ya, that’s

Me!) Rapping in triplets, do you even

Know what that means? (Not me!)

You could be saying whatever you wanted, a

Crime you committed? Man, you could just flaunt it, I’m

Haunted by all of the people writing lyrics

That others can’t understand, well, I’m

Following suit and drinking the juice. I’m

Rapping about whatever I choose, like

Marmalade hats, or maybe a cat that

Happens to know how to stand! (Ya!)

Everybody only know the chorus,

Repeat yourself if you lack a thesaurus.

(x2)

Wait, what am I doing? I don’t want to

Make music, where I’m just taking a

Page, using formulas everyone’s

Heard of. I want to do something unheard of. And

Yes, I’m very aware it might not be the

Right plan. I’m probably not the

Right man to be here rapping and

Yakking, so bring in the hype man!

(Ya!) His occupation is making sure

That he can summarize (All your

Lines!) Maybe repeat what I started to

Say. (Boy, I’m so

Fly!) Throw in a couple of syllables

That are just gibberish, little by little. (I’m

Fiddling, riddly-diddiling, killing the

Game and keeping it lit. Ya!)

Anybody that can mumble can be making

Music and rolling in dough, man.

Or you can make a fanatically, melodra-

Matically dope flow, man.

Rhyming is optional, just do the logical

Thing and repeat what you said, man.

Lyrics can be about anything, diamond rings

Or that you really like bread, man.

Words don’t even need to connect, you can

Say them in any arrangement. I

Stir vowels and consonants constantly,

Commonly ends in a strange engagement.

Nerd poetry’s what I’ll be spitting, and

Slurred verbs are what ya’ll are getting, I

Heard people are into repeating a

Verse. Well, here’s a chorus.

Everybody only knows the chorus,

Repeat yourself if you lack a thesaurus.

(x2)

Once again.

Everybody only knows the chorus,

Repeat yourself if you lack a thesaurus.

(x2)

Why is everybody into the rap

Game, when all the rappers do the

Same rhythms and phrases, it just a-

Mazes me, it’s kind of lame.

*Gasp* You know what it Is? I cannot be-

Lieve it didn’t occur to me.

The star of the flow, the master of flow: the

Bro who’s right beside me!

Hype Man’s Verse

Ya! Nobody knows my name, but

Everyone knows the words I say.

Ya! When a track is playing, you

Probably know what the background is saying.

(Hype Man!) Always be slaying.

(Hype Man!) Keeping it raining.

(Hype Man!) Lyrics are blazing and

Into the chorus I’m fading. Ya!

Everybody only knows the chorus,

Repeat yourself if you lack a thesaurus.

(x2)

Once again.

Everybody only knows the chorus,

Repeat yourself if you lack a thesaurus.

(x2)

#rap #spencer grubbe #writing #words #rhetoric #rap voice #mumble #trap #music #original #original song #lyrics #lyricist #rapping #trap music

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zombiegirl3878-blog · 8 years

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Welcome To The Family

CHAPTER 3.

The girls looked at their man like asking, ‘who the fuck is that?’

“Yeah...um….alright.” Shit, I just fucked a chick and here is Angelica. He walked her to the side of the house to have some privacy, “what’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. At first, I was scared shitless because I’ve seen on the news about murders all the time and they seem to say it was mafia related. I am quite scared for my life because my boyfriend is in the mafia which means you must have enemies right?” Dominic wasn’t even listening to her because he was still buzzed and high off his mind and he could of swear he smelt like sex.

“Dom, baby….” “Huh, sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair. She looked at him oddly then repeated the question, “you must have enemies right? Like the girl in the video?”

“Yes, of course I do. I have a lot. They just don’t have to the balls to come at me because all has failed in the past.” His shoulders rise as if it was no big deal to him.

“See, usually…..this is going to sound silly.” Angelica moved a piece of black hair away from eyes as she was looking down, “in the mafia movies, the enemies tend to attack the person by getting at their loved ones.” Dominic couldn’t help but to laugh. Angelica looked at him with a serious face so he stopped laughing and cleared his throat, “well the movies are accurate. Some of them.” Angelica stood straight, looking as if she was wanting to look tough, “I want in.”

Dominic gave her a funny look, lips parted, “come again?” “I want to be part of this lifestyle of yours. I can do things. I sure as hell can talk good business.” Dominic scratched his head this time, unsure what to say about that. “I can take care of myself Dominic, just teach me what you do, what your men do.” She continued on. “Yeah,,,,,,you really need to think about that Angelica. This is not something you want to get involved with because once you are in, you cannot get out. Only way out is a bullet through your head and that is that.” Dominic explained the danger of the mafia.

“Jesus Dom, I had two weeks to think about it. I can do this.” Dominic didn’t want to stay at the party anymore after hearing what Angelica wanted. Instead, he took her home and they talked all the rest of the night till morning and Angelica had convinced him that she can do whatever he asks of. Dominic had told her that he would think about it and left her with that. Dominic felt like shit right now. Not because Angelica wanted in, wanted things to work out between the two after he just randomly fucked some girl, he was tired as fuck and feeling like sick to his stomach because of the intake of booze. Instead of going home, Dominic dropped by this Cafe that he’s always passing. Parking by the curb, he got down and entered the place with the front door bell ringing. “Hello sir, just sit where ever you like.” The waitress behind the counter told him. A plump redhead with a blue waitress dress on and of course the usual white apron. There wasn’t many people in so he just took a seat at the counter. His elbows met the surface as he settled his head into his hands, groaning because of the headache he has.

“Can I suggest coffee?” Another waitress approached him that he rose his head and nodded softly, “yes please.”

She chuckled softly as she grabbed a coffee cup and the coffee. Placing the cup down, she started to pour him some, “you must of had a good time.”

Oh yes, she has no idea how good it was, “actually I had. Been a long ass time since I had that much fun.”

The waitress gave him a small smile. Now this one was a blonde who had her hair all up into a bun. Her make-up was good. Not looking like a clown and her breasts just pops out, like the buttons would literally pop off if they get any bigger, “you seem young…..keep on having that fun.” Next she grabbed a menu from down below and placed it in front of him, “be back, gotta tend to another customer.” A wink was given and she walked off, in which he couldn’t help but to lean into the counter and watch.

Jesus, what the hell is going on with me? Dominic shook his head, hearing the door chime.

Dominic looked over and saw it was Sara that entered, looking like hell too. He couldn’t help but to laugh as he started to pour his sugar and cream into his coffee and gave it a twirl with the spoon.

“You know, I’ve been coming here since I was a kid and never, have I ever seen you in here.” Sara approached him, sitting on the stool next to him.

“This is the first. I just needed to get some coffee and food in my system.” Dominic admitted. Right now, he couldn’t care less if Sara was there or not. His head was hurting, his stomach was growling and he was hungry as fuck.

“Well you came to the right spot for that.” She said with a smile and quickly made it disappear since she was smiling at him. The waitress came back seeing Sara there in which she didn’t need to ask Sara for anything. Sara always has her usual. Coffee, eggs medium done, bacon, ham and hash browns with wheat toast so she started to write it down as she turned her back on them.

With the two sitting close, it was very quiet, till Dominic finally broke the three minute silent. “You look like shit.”

Sara began to laugh, “you look worse? What, big party, got drunk….took a skank to her home, fucked her and came here?”

“Wow, you really think low of me.”

“Can’t help it big boy. You’re a fucking ass. A dick, bastard….” “You can stop there.” Dominic had to laugh some more, “but you’re wrong. Just party, smoked weed….till the dawn.” Liar. He’s not going to mention about Angelica. “Mhm.” Sara squinted his eyes at him.

“So what will be?” The waitress turned to get Dominic’s order. “Steak and eggs, over easy and a glass of orange juice….oh and make the steak medium rare.” He handed the menu back to the waitress with a smile, “so how’s business?”

Sara looked down, swallowing a large lump in her throat, “good as usual…..you?”

“Same ol’ shit. Same cash flowing, same smile on my fathers mug.” All true.

“That is good.” There was something she wanted to tell him but that will only cause them to fight and right now, she just wanted to eat, drink and go home to sleep so their conversation was light. Dominic even paid for her meal and say he’ll see her later. Which caused her heart to jump. What if knows already and he was just keeping his cool because he didn’t want to kill her in front of everyone.

Dominic got home, being greeted by his dog, Chopper. A huge, healthy Rottweiler. It was more his best friend then a dog to Dom, “hey boy.” He knelt down and started to scratch behind the dogs ears, a place where Chopper loves to be scratched. Getting up, Dominic dropped his keys inside a bowl that sat on a small table by the door. His home wasn’t a big one. Just a one bedroom and bath for him. As for his friends, they all had large houses and lot’s of cars, luxury shit. His was simple. Of course he didn’t have taste in decor so his sisters helped him out in that one. Dominic led himself into his bedroom where clothes were being dropped on the floor. He enters his bathroom to take a hot shower. Dom placed his hand on the tile as he leans in and let the hot water hit his shoulders. His mind went wandering off in how in the hell is he going to put Angelica to work for him but at the same time, he didn’t care if she worked for him or not. Like her life doesn’t matter to him anymore.

Then it jumped to having breakfast in the morning. It was nice even though they didn’t speak much. It was unlike them it seems but it was nice to be around her. “Here we go again Dom, you can’t fucking like her.” He smacked his forehead hard and started to wash up the body and hair.

When done, Dom wrapped his towel around his waist, exposing that v-line. All he did was fell on his bed, stomach down and closed his eyes. It was only 10 am so having a nice nap wouldn’t hurt. He had a day off from the shop so today can just be a lazy day for him. In a deep sleep, Dominic didn’t even move for about five hours but he did jump and was wide awake as he heard loud banging at the door. Chopper was pissed and ran to it, barking his scary get the fuck outta here bark. Dominic groaned as he got up, slipping out of his towel. Jumping into some sweats, going commando he walked out of the room and down the hallway, “QUIT KNOCKING SO FUCKING HARD….DAMN!” Dom yelled, pissed like his dog.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR TARD!” Dom can hear his cousin Zack’s voice. Hell the whole neighbor could.

Dom unlocked the door and barely got it open only to have Zack push his way in, walking into the living room, “that bitch is dead Dom. I swear to fucking god I am going to rip her throat out.”

Okay, what the hell is this all about. Dom closed his door and locked it back up. Entering his living room, he looked to his cousin confused. “That fucking whore Sara…..you know what she did?” Zack started to pace back and forth in an angry kind of way.

“What?” Dom asked curiously. “That bitch managed to steal away three of our very important clients. Bob, Gary and Henry, you know….the wallstreet guys?” “You’re kidding? How did she pulled that off?”

“I have no idea. I went there to their place of work as they always wanted to speak of some merch they want to purchase. I got there and they said, ‘sorry buddy but we’re moving to Vegas shit. Hers seem to be much better.’ MOTHER FUCKERS!” Zack shouted out.

Dominic just stood there, thinking in how is her shit better then his. “I am going to her shop and fuck her up.” Zack said, walking towards the door but Dom pushed him back, “you are not going to do shit man. This is my problem, not yours.” “Damn it Dom, if we kill the bitch we get our clients back not to mention, probably all of hers because her father is a pussy mother fucker that is not going to do shit about it.” Zack was practically in Dom’s face, poking his finger into his chest.

“Sebastian is not a pussy man. He’s been crossing boundaries to many fucking times that my grandfather is wanting him dead and until my grandfather gives the okay to do it, then I will but we can’t do anything to Sara, I’ll fucking take care of it.” Dom went into his room and started to get dressed in his usual street attire. Jeans, sleeveless shirt, a cap turned backwards. Zack wanted to come back Dom ordered him to stay the fuck away and handle the other business. Dom had to make a couple of stops for his own business he needed to handle. You know, pay of some people that are helping the Costello’s get away with shit or give them some time to do some trading before sending the heat in.

By the time he was done, he was parked across the street from Sara’s tattoo parlor, watching closely. When he saw Sara locking up the front and turning the sign to close, he got out and walked across the street. Walking into the back, no car was there but Sara’s so Dom had to quickly go in the back door before she comes out. When he got in, he can hear Sara asking her employer if she forgot something and as she came out from her office. Seeing it wasn’t her employee, she gave a dirty look to Dominic, ‘sorry big boy, we’re closed.”

“You know why I am here Sara.” Dominic said as he approached her, towering over her, “what made you think that you can get away from taking away three of our clients huh?”

Sara rolled her eyes and started to walk up to the front with Dominic following close behind, “they’’re mine now, you can’t get them back. That’s business.” She said, bringing that cold hearted bitch out.

Dominic grabbed her arm hard and threw her up against the wall and wrapped his hand around her neck, gripping it, “you know the consequences of fucking with me Sara. I thought we were good with the clients in this fucking city but no, here you are…..being a selfish bitch and taking money out of my fucking pockets. You don’t learn.” Dominic can see she was turning blue that he finally released her and pulled out his gun, aiming it at her. Choking, gasping for air, Sara looked at him with that dirty look again, “you can’t kill me….you do and my father will have your head.”

Dominic started to laugh, “you think so?”

“I know so.” She smirked, “so pull the fucking trigger.” She kind of sang that last part out as she walked up to the barrel of the gun.

Dom tucked his gun away and gave her another shove but Sara shoved back. Still, he could not bring himself to hit her, beat her ass. She acts like a fucking dude so why not treat her like one.

Dominic wanted to so much bust her face but she gave him a good right hook. “Bastard.” She spatted as she shook her hand, feeling her knuckles hurt. Dom’s jaw did hurt a little but it did nothing to him. Before he knew it, she came attacking him, giving him blows to the face, making a cut to his lip. Finally Dominic, grabbed her, not intentionally, on the ass to lift her up and slam her down on a table. Her head bounced from the force that she closed her eyes and held the back of her head, “are you fucking done?” Dominic asked, breathing heavily. Sara opened her eyes and saw how he was looking at her, feeling him in between her legs that it caused aches to her core. Sara started to laugh and wrapped her legs around him to lock him in place and slapped him hard. Damn, that had his dick twitching in his jeans, “do it again.”

She did, and even harder. They both had a still moment, looking into each other's eyes before Dominic dove down and kissed her hard. Sara kissed back but after she bit his bottom lip hard, causing more blood to spill out.

Dominic was pitching a huge tent in his jeans and Sara, was wet. The two went at it hard, kissing each other while Sara sat up. Her legs dropped down as she started to fumble with Dominic’s belt. She knocked his cap off to remove his shirt just to see his chiseled chest. Damn. Back to his jeans. He practically ripped her top off, getting it off her body as well as her laced red bra.

Oh fuck, she was blessed with nice titties. Titties that Dominic likes. Handful, mouthful, with nipples that are the right size.

Sara couldn’t help but to see his expressions, “what, are they deformed?”

Dominic shook his head, “they’re fucking perfect.” So perfect his mouth had to get on them. He sucked in a mouthful hard, releasing it with a popping sound and then began on the nipples. Flicking his tongue on them, sucking them, biting them. All that he was doing to her breast alone caused more wetness that she knew her panties were wet. It’s weird because in previous hot moments, she never got turned on so fast. Sara managed to get into his jeans and felt his rock-hard dick, her eyes kind of widen as she started to run down it, wandering when it was going to stop not to mention the girth of that big boy. Shit, this man is going to tear me apart.

After Dom was toying with her nipples, he stood up straight and rode up her skirt up to the waist and removed her red laced panties off, keeping her in her heels. Sara pushed down his jeans and boxers passed his ass and gazed down at what he was working with. Her mouth drawn into o-shape. The rumors were true about this man.

“What, is it to deformed for you?” He laughed.

“Oh god.” Was all she can say before bringing her eyes to his and again, they kissed. Dom wasted no time in grabbing his dick and rolling the mushroom tip around her entrance before pushing it in. Only that had send all kinds of trembles in his body. Sara’s tight hole was intense for Dominic. Unlike the bitch he fucked last night, it took time for him to get all the way into Sara. Poor girl hung onto him, whimpering right into his ear. As much as he wanted to fuck her hard now, he just couldn’t hurt her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

It took about three minutes to be completely inside of her. His arm was around her, holding her close to him as she still clung to him, breathing heavily. Slowly, he started to ride out, closing his eyes so they can roll back just from the feel of it. Eventually, he got Sara to stretch out and was able to pound into her. She seem to like that. Each thrust had the table rocking back and forth. Little did she know, her ass was sitting on some drawings of her employees and they were about to get wet.

“More…..fuck…..more Dom.” She said against his ear. One arm had to leave his built shoulders to plant a hand back on the table so she can lean back, giving them space in between them.

“Harder Dom!” Sara had no clue what had gotten into her but with her previous sex relationships, she always find the pussies that perfer, slow love making and crying at the end because it was so beautiful. Thus the reason for stopping, cutting it off for two years and now here she is, getting that pussy beaten by one sexy mother fucker.

So at her request, Dominic did not hesitate in giving her what she wanted. He started to assault, brutal savagely taking her. His eyes were plastered on her bouncing tits then up to the expression on her face. Sara’s head went back when she held back a cry. That familiar feeling started to come and as Dominic continued to give it to her hard, it all came out, “oooooohh…..myyyyyy.” She hissed after and looked down at his cock working fast and now seeing it glistening with her juices as she came, and came hard that she was trembling.

Dominic felt it and slowed it down to catch his breath, letting her orgasm ride out. Sara crushed her lips to his, whimpering and whimpering that drove the man insane just hearing that. “I want another….oh god just like that.” She whispered to on his lips.

This was truly not what he came here for but hey, who is he to stop it. Dominic pulled out, getting a pouty face from Sara. Like a true man, he handled her like she was a rag doll. He pulled her off the desk and forcefully turned her around and slammed her upper body down on the table.

Is this man fucking for real? I got to be fucking dreaming but I don’t want to wake up. Sara’s mind was rolling as she felt Dominic entered her from behind and gripped her hips and pounded into her and this time, she can hear his grunts. Sara would say her body was being violated by her enemy but she couldn’t help but to love it. A dark fantasy of being taken so hard in her own place of work where the windows were clear for anyone to look in and see them fucking. It was crazy, adventurous…and she was in heaven as well as Dominic.

Keeping her pinned down on the table by his hand, he sought out his feeling of wanting to cum but he needed her to cum again. So much force in his thrust and so fast. Sweat began to drip down from his face to her ass as it rippled from the smack of him hitting her. Again, Sara moaned out loudly and she climaxed again like never before. She gripped the edge of the table and cried out his name. Instead of her riding it out, he continued to fuck her till he felt his jiz run out of his dick and into her, “fuuuuuck…….shhhhhiiiit. God damn!” He yelled out, dropping his head as he grasped her shoulder, pulling her down onto him as he kept buried in her, letting his semen spill out into her. Then he released her shoulder a bit and gave some more thrusting. That hit her again with a mini orgasm that she couldn’t stand. Her legs were weak but Dominic had his hold on her, again burying himself in her to let the rest out. Both of their genitals were throbbing in sync.

Dominic pressed his chest against her back, taking some time to catch his breath. Now came the moment of awkwardness. After Dominic caught his breath and started to see straight, he rose up and slowly pulled out, seeing all her juices and his semen pouring out of her hole. Damn, just seeing that he could go for round two.

He backed up and picked up his boxers and jeans, not liking the uncomfortable feeling his dick being wet and sticky, but he tuck his dick back in there and started to buckle up as his eyes stood on her ass. Finally, Sara found the strength to get up, legs shaky and all. She pulled her skirt down and turned around, fixing her messed up long curls. She smiled softly as he got her bra from the floor and placed it on. Both were quiet, now not even looking at each other. “Do you mind giving me some paper towels in the bathroom?” She asked.

Completely dressed with his cap back on, he nodded his head and went into the bathroom, taking out about five brown paper towels and came back to give it to her.

Sara cleaned herself up and whens he was done, she threw it in the trash. She even had to get rid of the drawings. Again, standing there in front of him, she had nothing to say. He had nothing to say.

“Alright….I uh….” Dominic started to walk backwards, “I got to go.” Sara held herself, nodding, “okay.”

“Later.” Dominic turned and rushed out the back door. If he didn’t get out there he would of fucked her again. Rushing across the street and getting into his car, Dominic sat there with his head rested back. Why did he come to visit her?

He completely forgot.

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