#i need both those girls on my nonexistent dick TONIGHT

[sneeplerbeepler]

me personally if i was minecraft steve i'd be piping down villager/witch/illager baddies all day

[jjaejeno]

red

pairing: jeno x reader

summary: vampire jeno... girl just read it 

word count: 1.9k

warnings: biting, mentions of blood, calling jeno sir, jeno calling you princess, snowballing, breeding kink, choking

Jeno is taking you to a gala tonight, nervous as you take another look at yourself in the dress he got for you. It’s a red maxi v-neck with a slit, hugging your figure perfectly. You look pretty damn good in this dress if you do say so yourself. Jeno looks absolutely amazing in his suit, mouth watering at the sight of him. The slit is a bit higher than you’re used to, but you look and feel sexy, especially with the black heels for tonight.

As you’re fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror, Jeno’s hands slink around your waist, telling you you look beautiful. He gets a whiff of your perfume, filling him with the scent of you, his favorite. You decide to go for an updo hair style tonight, showing off your neck, teasing him in just the right way. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, distracting you from what you’re doing. He holds you a little tighter, hand sliding down your exposed thigh.

“I knew you’d look good in this dress. Red is my favorite color on you,” his warm breath fanning your skin.

“Thank you baby, I love it.” Turning around to face him, you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss. He quickly deepens the kiss as he gets lost in your taste. His hand continues to smooth over your thigh, lifting it to hold around his waist. You love the feeling of his hands on your body, always needy for his touch.

Jeno pulls away slightly, tugging on your bottom lip. “I can tell you’re getting excited.”

You almost scoff, sliding your hand down his front to palm him, feeling his hard member. “So are you,” you shoot back.

“And what are we gonna do about that?” His question is laced with lust, already loosening his tie.

“Mmm, I have an idea…” your voice trails, batting your lashes at him not so innocently, checking your nonexistent watch on your wrist. He cocks an eyebrow at you, interested in what you have in mind. You drop to your knees, looking at him with those pretty eyes that he can’t say no to. He takes his suit off, unbuttoning his white shirt as you wait patiently on your knees for him. You run your hands up and down his thighs, watching intently as he finishes the last button, perfect abs now on display. His hands move to his belt, sliding his pants down and pulling his member out. You lick your lips at the sight, sticking your tongue out for him. He slaps the tip against your tongue a few times, sliding into your warm mouth so you can suck. Wrapping your lips around him, you move your head back and forth along his length. You know he loves eye contact while you suck his dick, groaning softly at how good your mouth feels. You move faster, using more tongue and hollowing your cheeks. One hand rests on his thigh as the other strokes what you can’t fit in your mouth.

Your knees start to hurt after a while, but you don’t mind. After a few minutes, Jeno warns you he’s close. “Don’t swallow,” he commands. You feel his warm cum spilling into your mouth, still moving your head back and forth as he closes his eyes. After pulling away from him, he cups your chin, holding your face up. “Let me see.”

You open your mouth, showing him you didn’t swallow just like he said. “That’s my girl,” he hums. Jeno pulls you up by your chin, kissing you, not caring at all if it got messy. His cum slides down your chin and neck, making you feel filthy but you love it. You swallow what you can as Jeno takes advantage of your lips, tasting himself on your tongue. He pulls away from your lips to lick your neck, God this is so hot.

He turns swiftly, grabbing your hips and slamming your back against the wall closest to you. He dives into your neck again, licking and grazing your skin with his teeth. The feeling of his sharp fangs sends chills down your spine, the thought of him biting you turning you on immensely. Jeno pulls the straps of your dress down, attaching his lips to your breasts. His hands are cold to the touch, nipples quickly getting hard as he kneads your mounds.

He sucks on one, swirling his tongue around the bud and lightly grazing it with his fangs. It makes you squirm underneath his touch, doing the same to the other one. You hold him by his shoulders, getting wetter with each second.

“You gonna let me fuck you before we go princess?” He kisses your skin softly, currently straining against his pants. “Of course sir,” he smirks at your affirmation, knowing you want him just as badly as he wants you.

He slips his hand in between your legs, coating his fingers in your arousal. “Damn, always so wet for me huh?” Your cheeks flush at his comment as he slides down to his knees to take your heels off for you. He knows how to tease you so well, dragging his fangs along your inner thigh as he lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. He stops short of your core, locking eyes with you as he bares his fangs again. Your heart is racing, begging him with your eyes to do something.

“Tell me what you want,” he licks your skin, driving you crazy. He knows what you want but wants to hear you say it.

“Bite me please,” you sound so sweet, he just can’t resist. You let out a sharp gasp, closing your eyes as he sinks his fangs into your inner thigh, the pain instantly making your knees buckle. If it wasn’t for his hand on your waist to hold you up, you’d fall over. It hurts but it’s such a different kind of pain mixed with pleasure, the feeling of him feeding from you makes your mind hazy. A wave of arousal coursing through you, you’re like putty in his hands, submitting to his touch. Jeno just can’t get enough of you, blood trickling down his chin. The taste of your blood makes him feel alive like no other.

Your legs feel like jello, body going limp as he continues to feed from you. Jeno stops, knowing his limits. He licks the bite marks to stop the bleeding, watching as your chest heaves. He has to hold you close to support you as he stands up again, wiping your blood from his chin. “I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He turns you around, pushing you up against the wall again. You brace your hands on the wall as he moves your dress and panties to the side, teasing his member along your slit. Jeno always manages to make your knees weak, grazing his teeth along your back. “Still want it?”

“Yes sir, always,” bending over and poking your ass out more for him. Jeno lands a harsh slap on your ass cheek, the sting making you moan softly. You spread your legs a little further as he slides himself along your folds, gathering your wetness on his tip. “Gonna fuck you so hard baby,” he slides right in, letting out a loud moan at the stretch. “I know that’s what you want.” He fills you all the way up, stuffing you full of his length. He doesn’t even give you time to answer before he’s ramming into you, hips moving like fury.

“Oh fuck, shit Jeno, I –” you can barely get your words out as he fucks you dumb. The grip he has on your hips is sure to leave marks, the sound of skin slapping and your whines filling the room. He loves the sight of you bent over for him, ass jiggling with each thrust. “Such a dirty little slut, you like it when I fuck you hmm?”

“Yes sir I love it, love it so much,” he’s so deep in you, reaching places that make your toes curl. Jeno is motivated by your moans, holding on to you tighter, fucking you even deeper than you thought possible. All you can do is say yes yes yes, about to lose your mind as he uses your body the way he likes. In the next second, Jeno is bending you over the arm of the couch, holding your arms behind your back with one hand, hips never missing a beat. You feel helpless, unable to move as he works your body so deliciously.

He props one of your knees up on the arm of the couch, pounding into you without a single sign of getting tired. You can’t keep up with his movements, screaming as he finds your clit with his free hand. “We still have somewhere to be princess. Why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me?” You feel like you could explode any second, Jeno knowing your body so well. He slows his hips down when your legs start to shake, whining pathetically as your vision goes white. He lets go of your arms, sliding in and out of you slowly as you catch your breath. You turn your head to look at him, moving your hips back and forth. Jeno watches you ride him, biting his lip at your tight walls.

“Cum in me please sir,” you beg, luring him in with those seductive eyes.

Jeno grabs you by the neck, pulling your back towards his chest. He glides his fangs across the sweet spot on your neck, making you shudder. His other hand rests on your belly, sliding all the way in to feel his member in your lower abdomen. “Gonna give you all of it. You’d like that, wouldn’t you princess? You want me to give you a baby?” He presses down on your abdomen, the act so simple but so hot. You love it when he talks like that, nodding your head a little too eagerly.

Jeno still has a grip on your neck, choking you as he picks up the pace of his hips again. “I’ll fuck you full of cum since you want it so bad.” You rest your head on his shoulder, mouth left open in a silent moan. “Your pussy is so good, gonna take everything I give you right?” Is that even a question, of course you are.

“Can’t wait to put a baby in here,” he shoots you a devilish smirk, the thought making your insides tingle. You grab his arm, needing something to hold on to as he abuses your core. “Bite me again please,” so desperate for him and he relishes in that. He tilts your head to the side, biting you on your shoulder in perfect view for everyone to see when you get to the gala. You squeeze his arm for dear life, his fangs feel like fire on your neck, lighting your entire body up. He closes his eyes, basking in the taste of your blood. His hips begin to stutter as his release coats your walls, turning you both into a mess.

Jeno stops drinking, licking the two new wounds and lapping up the blood that slid down your back. He pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you, squeezing your legs together to keep the mess to a minimum. You turn around to face him, thinking how incredibly sexy he looks with blood on his chin and lips. “I think red is my favorite color on you too,” you say with a wink.

[heyyyharry]

Deep End - Chapter 5: Master of the House

…in which Ezi is home alone with Harry’s assistant.

Word count: 4.8k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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Harry pulled Ezi down the hallway to find the nearest bathroom. His head started to hurt as he thought about how his mother would react if she found out what Ezi had done. What he had done. He didn’t expect his cousin to run and tell anyone that he’d been attacked by a helpless girl and that Harry had beat the shit out of him afterwards. But someone might have seen that, and words could spread like a virus at these kinds of events. It’d be wiser to just walk away quietly.

When he had found a bathroom, an old lady stepped out, saw them and made a face, probably assuming the worst when she caught sight of the blood on Ezi’s face.

“I didn’t hit her,” Harry told the lady, only to receive a disgusted look in return.

She ignored him and turned to Ezi. “Honey, are you alright?”

Ezi offered a grin, showing her blood-stained teeth. “Yeah. It’s not my blood.”

The lady’s eyes widened in shock. Slowly, she took a step back, then ran off without another word.

Harry immediately shut the door behind them. “Wash your mouth,” he told Ezi, turned on the water, and as she washed her mouth in the sink, he took off his jacket, put it on the marble counter, and rolled up his sleeves.

Ezi hopped onto the counter and watched Harry soak the handkerchief he’d been carrying in his pocket.

“Face,” he ordered, and she lifted her chin so he could gently wipe off the blood around her mouth.

“I was defending myself,” she said once he’d finished and tossed the handkerchief into the bin at his feet.

“I know.” He shifted his eyes back to her. He didn’t mean to sound like a dick, but it seemed like he’d come off as one. He leaned to the side with his hand on the cool surface of the sink. “It’s not your fault. I know my cousin. His family is in debt because of his gambling addiction. I keep telling my mother to ban him from the manor, but she has too much respect for the fucker’s parents to do it.”

“So why did he call you trash?”

At that, Harry couldn’t help but cackle. “He did? Well, I think most people would think so. I haven’t done much to make my mother proud. She wanted her only son to take over our family’s business, but I wanted to become a singer, and yeah…”

Ezi blinked at him. She probably didn’t understand most of what he’d said, so he let it go and worked up a smile. “Sorry for oversharing. You okay?”

She nodded. “I’m not hurt. I was the one that bit him.”

“Are you feeling sorry for him now?”

“No. I would’ve eaten him if you hadn’t shown up.” The way she;d said with a straight face amused and scared Harry at the same time. “Although he didn’t taste as good now that I’m human and need my food cooked.”

“I’ll just assume that you weren’t serious.”

Harry picked up his jacket from the sink. Ezi hopped to her feet and reached for the doorknob, but he pulled her back to him by her wrist and swept his eyes over her body once again. “Where did he touch you?”

She pointed to her waist and showed him the red fingerprints around her forearm.

“Nowhere else?”

“Nowhere else.” She shook her head. “I don’t like being touched.”

A sense of discomfort filled Harry as he recalled how she’d said those same words after he’d yelled at her earlier. She must have been so scared. Tonight he deserved a trophy for being the biggest asshole alive.

“Nobody should touch you. Not even me.”

“You are touching me.”

Harry looked down at his fingers around her wrist and immediately let go. “From now on, nobody,” he said. “Only when you give them permission to touch you, okay?”

“What about handshakes?”

“Handshakes are fine. Wouldn’t recommend shaking hands with everyone, though. Germs and all that.” He stepped in closer and pretended to put his arms around her without touching her, just to demonstrate. “So hugs like this are for friends. You don’t usually do this to people you’ve just met. Unless they’re the ones on the street with the sign that says FREE HUGS. You’re allowed to hug those.”

“Got it.”

“And,” breathed Harry as he grabbed his nonexistent boobs. “This area is forbidden. Nobody is allowed to touch you here...unless you want them too, of course.”

“Why would I want them to?”

Harry ignored the question and went on, grabbing his bum. “Also this and the front area.” He gestured to his crotch. “Forbidden.”

“But I don’t have a tail.”

“You have something else that’s just as important as my tail.” He felt silly to say it, but it would have felt weird to say dick or penis to her face.

She put a finger to her lips; a line appeared between her brows as she pondered. “Speaking of something else, the hole--”

“Okay, not here! Save your questions for when we’re home.”

Harry grabbed her shoulders to spin her around, and she immediately smacked his hands and shot him a glare. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

“Good. Love that attitude. But really, we need to leave before my mother finds out I almost killed someone in her home.”

He reached around Ezi and opened the door, bobbed his chin for her to go first, but she stood still, her face serious. “That wasn’t like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Back there. You became someone else. You were...violent.”

“Well, yeah. Only because he deserved that.”

Ezi cocked her head to the side, her clear blue eyes squinted. “But he was one of your kind. And I’m not. So why were you protecting me?”

“Because he assaulted you. I don’t care if he was the Queen of England. I would’ve beat his ass still.” Seeing her perplexed expression, Harry let out a soft laugh. “Why’s it surprising? Didn’t you save me twice?”

Ezi averted her eyes and gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

“And you lost your tail for it, so it wasn’t a fair trade anyway.”

He waited for her to say something, but she didn’t, so he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and told her to go.

They didn’t speak on the ride home. Harry wanted to lighten up the mood with his stupid jokes, but he was too agitated to say anything. They had left without saying goodbye to his mother or anyone, so he would probably be in so much trouble tomorrow. He had put his phone on airplane mode; his mother’s harsh words would have to wait. He also couldn’t help but think that if he hadn’t shown up, something worse could have happened to Ezi. Or his cousin. Or both. And it would’ve been his fault as well.

“Next time we go out, don’t do the opposite of what I tell you to do,” he told Ezi when they’d arrived home and gone upstairs to her room. “You’re even more stubborn than my cat. At least she’d stay put when I tell her to.”

“I was looking for you! I thought you’d left me.”

Harry tossed his keys onto a table and turned to look at Ezi. He put both hands on his hips. She was giving him those puppy dog’s eyes while fidgeting with her own fingers as if she hadn’t nearly torn open his cousin’s throat with her human teeth. He could not imagine what she could do with her siren fangs.

He let go a sigh and scratched his forehead. “You thought I’d left you?” His voice was lower now that he’d calmed down a bit. “So you don’t trust me?”

She said nothing, just staring back at him.

Calmly, he went on, “I brought you all the way here to London and risked it all to keep you in my house, Ezi. I had to speak to some of my relatives at the event, but I was going to come back for you. I told you to stay--”

“You lied to me.”

Frozen to the spot, Harry blinked. “About?”

“Dawson,” Ezi said. “I talked to Dawson.”

“You talked to Dawson?!”

“And he was a nice person.” Then, she had to reassure him, “Don’t worry. It was a short conversation, and I didn’t tell him much about myself.”

“Then how do you know he was a nice person?” Harry scoffed. “I mean, you barely know the lad.”

“He told me about manga, and he called me beautiful, and he doesn’t act friendly to his enemy.”

“Enemy?” Harry asked, but Ezi didn’t bother to explain.

“Why do you hate him?” she asked.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “He’s a try-hard. I hate try-hards. My mother loves him, so of course you’d love him, too.”

“I wouldn’t call it love--”

“Good. Because he’s lame.”

Ezi tilted her head, looking puzzled. “What’s lame?”

“Boring. Not interesting.”

“Oh.” She gave an understanding nod. “Then you’re the lamest.”

“Okay, you know what?” Harry exhaled and pointed to her bedroom door. He had never felt more like a dad than he was now. “You’re grounded for a day. That means you’re not allowed to leave your room tomorrow.”

“How will I eat?”

“The food will be brought to your room.”

Ezi’s face turned red as she crossed her arms and stomped her foot. “You cannot imprison me!”

“It’s not imprisoning if you still get to play games and watch videos on your iPad.”

Harry knew Ezi loved the iPad. Her furrowed brows relaxed as soon as she heard that she got to keep it. “Fine.” She breathed. “I don’t want to see your face anyway. I’ll just be in my room with Chilli.”

“Good.”

“Good!”

Ezi shoved Harry aside as she stormed into her room and kicked the door shut. Harry stared at it for a moment. Then, he smiled, shook his head and went back to his room.

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Ezili had a nightmare again.

This time, she’d returned to the ocean after failing her mission, and as punishment, her mother had turned her into a shrimp, while her sister had watched with a satisfied sneer.

A few moments after she’d woken up screaming, she heard Harry’s footsteps pounding down the hallway before he burst into her room, panting as he asked if she was alright. She almost said that she was now that he was here, but she didn’t and only answered with a nod.

“Okay,” Harry gave a crooked smile. “Just...wake me up if you need anything.”

“Wait.” The word slipped out before Ezili could stop herself.

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Yeah?”

She rubbed her hands onto her thighs, feeling the smoothness of the fabric of her nightgown, which brought her a sense of comfort. In the semi-darkness of her room, Harry looked strangely handsome with his messy hair and sleepiness in his heavy hooded eyes. She wondered why he had to be all groomed most of the time when he already looked good without trying.

For a second, she forgot what she was about to say then flinched when he called her name.

“Can you sleep here with me tonight?” she asked.

Harry looked stiff, his lips slightly parted.

“If you want to,” she quickly added. When she was living under the sea, she had hated sharing her space with the other sirens, so she could imagine how uncomfortable Harry must feel about her request. Still, she knew if he was around, she wouldn’t have nightmares. If she focused on his presence, then she wouldn’t think about her mother and sister and the task that seemed impossible to complete. Besides, she wanted to be as close to him as possible, learn his behaviours, and slowly slip into his mind and then his heart.

“I mean…” He scratched the back of his head and awkwardly looked around the room. “I guess I could sleep on the sofa over there.”

“There’s plenty of space on this bed,” she said, patting the spot beside her.

His mouth curled. “I know. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. After what happened tonight, I thought you wouldn’t want to be near a man anymore.”

Ezili shrugged. “Well, I’ll try not to hate you tonight.”

Harry rested a shoulder against the doorframe and rubbed his chin. “Well, well, well, are you saying that I chase your bad dreams away?”

“Yes, because you’re already a living nightmare.”

Her response made him laugh. At this point, she could conclude that he enjoyed being degraded.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “How’s your English so good? I thought you must speak a language for sirens, no?”

“We speak Séren back home.”

“Oh, cool. Say something in your language.”

“T’ko thikc mei vie mei zua zi.”

“Damn. What does it mean?”

“I don’t like you because you’re ugly.”

Harry’s smile vanished, making Ezili explode in laughter. When she saw the way he was gawking at her, probably because she had never laughed like that before, she forced herself to stop and cleared her throat. “Yeah, so that’s Séren.”

“How do you speak English so well then?”

“Not just English. I also speak French, Danish, and German.”

“Wow. Your fish schools teach human languages?”

Ezili made a disgusted face. “No. I learn them from hearing the conversations of the sailors on the boats.”

“Makes sense.” Harry nodded slowly. “You seem like a fast learner. Way too fast; it’s scary. Maybe your brain is even more developed than mine.”

“Thank you.”

“Now that I’ve entertained you--”

“You’ve done nothing. I did all the talking.”

“I gave you a topic to talk about. Don’t be mean.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Anyway, now that you’re entertained, do you still want me to stay?”

Ezili thought for a second and nodded.

“Alright,” Harry breathed and shut the door behind him. “I’ll stay. Scoot over.”

“You’re permitted to touch me tonight,” Ezili said.

Harry froze when he’d sat down on the edge of the bed. “What?”

Was there something wrong with his hearing? He’d asked her to repeat a lot of things tonight.

“You’re permitted to touch me tonight,” she told him again in annoyance. “You might touch my hand or arm when you sleep. I can’t hold you accountable for that.”

“That’s not--” He exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. “You know what? Good for you. Keep that attitude when you’re with any man. I’m a man myself, but most of us are pigs.”

“You mean all of you.”

“I literally just lay down and you’re already insulting me.”

“Fine. I’ll stop,” Ezili said, smiling as she watched Harry adjust the covers to make himself comfortable.

“I can’t sleep with you staring at me like that,” he said with one eye shut and the other half-opened.

Pouting, Ezili turned over with her back to him. Harry’s throaty laugh made her stomach clench, but in a good way. “Ezi,” he whispered. “I was only joking.”

She completely ignored him, pretending she was asleep. He was quiet for the next few moments, and when she looked back to check, he was already sleeping. She thought he was playing, so she called his name and lightly pulled a strand of his hair, but he didn’t react. He was lying on his back, his mouth slightly open as he breathed, chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm. She pushed up on one elbow and peered down at his face. She hadn’t observed him this close before. Well, not since their first encounter on the beach. The last time, however, had been in a different situation, and she hadn’t got time to properly study him. Humans were exquisite-looking creatures. She would never admit aloud, but she had always envied them for it.

She started counting his eyelashes and connecting the freckles on his face. The more she looked, the more fascinating he became. It had amazed her how he’d rescued her instead of another human. And not just any human, but his family. She would never betray her kind for a human. Her rescuing him twice had been an act to gain his trust, when the whole purpose of this mission was to have him dead at the end.

Slowly and carefully, she moved closer and gently pressed her ear to his chest. She could hear it. The thumping of his heart, pumping blood through his veins, keeping him alive. He would be dead without that heart. Sadly, so would she.

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“Good morning?” Harry said in a tone of a question when he woke up and found Ezi standing in front of the window with her back straight and arms to her sides, like one of those guards in front of Buckingham Palace. “Helloooo?”

“Shhhh. I’m meditating.”

“Who meditates standing up?” He snorted. “Man, you’ve been watching too much YouTube.”

“TikTok. And I’m not a man.”

“Wait, you’re on TikTok now?”

Ezi released a long breath and turned around to face him, hands on her hips. Sunlight filtered through the thin material of her blue nightgown, and Harry looked away as fast as he could before he got hard over a nipple or something. He wasn’t a bad guy. It was only--

“Seven in the morning,” he groaned into the pillow and fell back to the bed. “Fucking hell.”

“It’s morning, so you’re not welcome in my bed anymore.”

He removed the pillow to glare at her. “Ungrateful little minx. Said that after I’d chased away all the nightmares.”

“Go before I send Chilli to take you out.”

As if she heard her name, Chilli appeared in the doorway and licked her little paw while sending Harry a death look.

“You’re siding with the enemy now, huh?” he asked the cat.

“Why not?” Ezi said. “She’s a smart girl.”

Harry groaned loudly as he pushed himself out of bed and started doing some stretches. “Remember,” he told Ezi, who was watching him with her arms crossed and a judgy look on her face. How did she manage to look this good at seven in the morning? Totally unfair. “Remember,” he repeated as he almost forgot what he was trying to say. “You’re grounded. So you can’t leave your room today, but the food will be brought to you. You’re allowed to use the bathroom down the hall.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” He ruffled his hair and gestured at her. “Now continue doing...that...thing that you were doing.”

“Meditating.”

“Whatever,” he chuckled. “Weirdo.”

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“Good morning, Mr Boss!” said Amy, Harry’s assistant, as he went downstairs. She’d just arrived with the flowers for his living room.

“Morning, Ames. Any updates?”

“All in the email I sent you, Boss. Also, your mother called...52 times.”

“Yeah, I’ll deal with her,” Harry gave the girl a tight smile as he fixed his hair in the giant mirror by the stairs. “Thank you so much.”

“Did you watch the season finale of Master of the House?” Amy asked, smiling at his reflection in the mirror.

He turned around, grinning back at her. He liked how Amy was always so enthusiastic, but at the same time, found it difficult to match her energy. “No, been too busy. What happened?”

“I won’t spoil.” She giggled and started replacing the flowers in the vase in the centre of the living room with the new ones. “You should watch it this week and we’ll discuss.”

“I will.” When he got to the door, Harry did a spin as he remembered what he almost forgot. “Amy, can you stay here and wait for Niall to come? Also, there’s a girl sleeping upstairs. Don’t wake her.”

Amy’s usual grin had never disappeared so fast. Her hand that was holding a rose froze midair when she asked, “Was it the girl I saw the other day?”

“Yeah.”

“Your new girlfriend?”

“Just a friend.” Harry knew Amy had a little crush on him. It was harmless, so he didn’t really care. “I gotta go,” he told her, pretending he couldn’t see through her frown. “Wait for Niall.”

“Okay.” She forced a toothy grin and waved. “Have a great day, Boss!”

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This shirt was too big for Ezili. She shook her head, tongue stuck out at the corner of her lips as she reached further into the closet to get the dark blue t-shirt at the back.

As she pulled the pink shirt she was wearing over her head and put on the blue one. She heard the door to the closet creak open. Her chest nearly exploded. It was just Chilli.

She gave the cat a look. “What?”

The cat meowed at her.

“Yeah, I know he said I couldn’t leave my room and was only allowed to use the bathroom, but I’m bored.” She slipped on a white tennis skirt and sat down on the floor to put on a pair of white shoes. She struggled with the strings, but somehow still managed to tie them into two nice bows like she’d seen on those tutorials.

Twirling in front of the mirror, she asked Chilli, “Do you think I look good?”

Chilli responded by rubbing her tiny head against Ezili’s ankle. Ezili took it as a yes.

Their moment was interrupted by a loud thump from downstairs. Speaking of which, Ezili hadn’t heard from Harry all morning. He’d left breakfast for her at the door and disappeared to who knew where. She probably should go check on him.

Chilli followed her to the living room, both forgetting that Ezili wasn’t supposed to go downstairs. But it didn’t matter anymore, because instead of Harry, she found the green-haired girl lying on her stomach on the white cushioned sofa with her feet in the air and a half-finished bag of chips on the coffee table.. The sound Ezili had heard was the result of the chair this girl had knocked over yet didn’t bother to pick up.

Ezili hesitated for a moment behind the bookcase behind the girl. Before she decided to speak up, the girl did. She was on the phone with someone.

“So the master of the house was taken care of.”

Master of the house?

Harry?

“Nah, I think that girl is dead, too,” the green-haired girl giggled. What was so funny about death? “No, I don’t mean like dead now. But if she attacks, then the team will take her out.”

Ezili shivered. Could she be talking about Ezili? The master of the house was Harry. This green-haired monster had murdered Harry, and Ezili was the next target.

“What do you mean I don’t know that? I’m the expert. I’ve watched stuff like this all the time. Believe me. There’s no way she’s not getting caught. I can’t wait for the world to find out who she really is.”

Ezili went numb until she felt Chilli around her ankle. She put a finger to her lips to order the cat to stay quiet otherwise they’d both die. Picking up the cat, she walked quietly to the front door and slipped out before the green-haired girl found out she’d left her room. She must run away. She’d rather die by her mother’s hands than become a prisoner to humans.

The problem was: she didn’t know where she was.

How far was the ocean from here? She remembered having flown across the sky inside the iron bird, so this land must be very far from home.

“Watch where you’re going, crazy bitch!”

Ezili screamed when a car made a loud noise that almost blew up her ears. She stumbled backwards to the side of the road as the man inside the car gave her a look of contempt and drove off.

She hugged Chilli tighter to her chest. Relax, the voice inside her head said. I know you’ll figure out what to do.

She inhaled deeply and--

“Ezili?”

The sound of her name felt like a splash of water on a hot day. She shot her focus to the white car with the window rolled down and saw a familiar handsome face with glasses.

“Dawson!”

Dawson poked his head out of the window. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans -- the opposite image of the person she’d met last night. “Hey, where are you going?” he asked, looking concerned. “With the cat. Where’s Harry?”

“He’s dead,” Ezili told him quietly. She couldn’t let them find out that she’d escaped.

To her surprise, Dawson laughed. Could it be that he was one of them?

“Sooo dead. His mum sent me to check on him because she’s raging and he doesn’t answer his phone. But don’t worry. This happens all the time. He’s like a cat. Got nine lives.”

Ezili rapidly shook her head. “There was a girl in there. Green hair—”

“Harry’s assistant?”

“Yeah, that girl!” She continued nodding. “She was talking on the phone with someone. She said that the m-master of the house i-is dead.”

“Shit.” Dawson’s face grew dim. Maybe he’d finally understood. “She spoiled you the season finale?”

What?

“That sucks. But don’t worry, there’s still more.”

“What?”

“Master of the House. The Netflix show.”

It took Ezili’s brain a few moments to process, then she realised she had made a fool out of herself for nothing. Of course the green-haired girl wasn’t talking about killing Harry. It was a Netflix show!

Sighing in relief, she threw on a smile. “Oh, right. Yeah, that really shocked me. Harry’s not home, by the way.”

Dawson grimaced. “You okay? Where were you running off to?”

“Uhhh.” Ezili straightened her back. “W-Where were you running off to? I mean, driving.”

Dawson chuckled. He also had dimples like Harry’s, just not as prominent. “I came to see Harry but since he’s not home.” He peered around her to the front gate of Harry’s house. “I guess I’ll go to the bookstore today.” Another smile at Ezili. Unlike Harry, this one smiled a lot. And Ezili was keen on it. “Wanna come?”

Go with him?

Yes, yes she absolutely wanted that.

Harry wasn’t going to let her explore this new land anyway. And after the incident this morning, it was for the best if she knew her way around here, to escape when she must. Still, she remembered how angry he’d been last night about her not doing what he’d told her to do and putting herself in danger. She was about to turn down the offer when Chilli jumped out of her arms and into the car with Dawson. She sat casually on Dawson’s lap, gazing up at Ezili.

Dawson beamed. “Looks like the cat’s made up its mind.”

Ezili rolled her eyes, threw her head back and groaned. “Her name’s Chilli,” she said. “But, fine. I’ll go with you.”

.

.

.

Niall felt like the main character today as he skipped up the steps to Harry’s door. Harry had asked him for a favour again. Because where else would his best friend turn to when things got rough? Niall knew that he was helpful and the best friend Harry could ask for. Still, he tried to stay humble about it.

“Sup, Ames.” He waved at Harry’s assistant, who opened the door for him. “Did you like my new TikTok?”

“With all five of my accounts. I got you, Nialler,” Amy said as she leaned against the staircase while chewing gum in her mouth.

Niall shrugged off his coat and hung it up. “Thanks, love. Sorry I’m late. Mikasa was wild this morning. I’m literally exhausted.”

“Uh, TMI?”

“What do you mean? It’s just yoga. She and her ‘I’m a therapist. Yoga will be good for your mental health’. She thinks I’m in love with her and would do anything for her. And you know what? She’s absolutely correct. Now where’s the girl?”

Amy looked confused for a second before she realised who he was referring to. “Oh, the pale girl? I saw her leave with Dawson Styles.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, she got into his car with Chilli. Is she really Harry’s girlfriend? I don’t like her. She didn’t say hello to me the first time and not this morning, either.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” Niall grabbed his head. “Sick girl on the loose. Sick girl on the loose. Thanks Ames.” Ignoring Amy looking baffled, he pulled out his phone and called Harry. The endless ringing only got him more frustrated. “Pick up, you motherfucker. It’s always the Nialler who has to save the day.”

Harry picked up after what seemed like a million beeps. “Don’t tell me someone’s injured. It’s only been an hour.”

“Worse!” Niall almost yelled. “Dawson kidnapped the girl!”

[justcourttee]

Could I request a story where something bad happens to Marinette and while she's fine, Dick is worried and wants family time cuddles as reassurance (someone attempted to rob Marinette but she kicked their ass or something like that is what I meant by "bad")

I promise that if you sent in a request, I am writing them! I just have been doing them in the order I got them but I promise that I will get to them all!

Also, thought this was so cute @elements1999 , I really love your idea!

Just What the Doctor Ordered

“Dick I told you I was fine!”

The shining light in her eyes abruptly went out, leaving her to blink away the floating black dots.

“Timothy, I thought I told you to get Jason and Damian here stat.”

“I’m trying Dick! You know neither one will answer the phone if I’m calling.”

Dick nodded thoughtfully, his hand stroking his chin.

“You’re right, we need someone cute. Barbara!”

Barbara sat up in her chair as straight as she could, saluting Dick in a mocking manner.

“Call Damian and Jason, get them here stat.”

“Aye aye captain.”

Marinette let out a small groan as she watched her friends bustle around her. It was embarrassing really.

“Are you okay? Is something hurting?” Marinette shifted her gaze to where Stephanie’s watery blue eyes steeled into hers.

“Only my pride.”

The sound of a revving motorcycle caught everyone’s attention as Jason blasted into the cave, skidding to a stop a mere ten feet from where Marinette sat. He barely pulled the keys out before he was on top of Marinette, checking her over for injuries.

“What happened? Barbara told me you were hurt!”

“And you couldn’t answer when I called?” Jason waved off Tim’s remark as he continued his look over.

“Really I’m fine-”

“Who is dying tonight Grayson?”

Both Jason and Marinette jumped as Damian seemingly materialized beside the medtable, his katana drawn as if he was ready to slice down anyone in his way.

“No one baby bird, I already told Cass the same thing.”

Dick motioned to where Cassandra sat in Bruce’s chair, a pout monopolizing her face.

“But someone laid a finger on Marinette! They at least deserve to lose a hand!”

Jason nodded slowly as if his logic made perfect sense. Cassandra perked up a little from her seat.

“No, no, no. Marinette was hurt in the way that no amount of vengeance can fix. You see, the man tonight was no more than a mere thief, but our little girl was too distracted with the sidewalk sale, that she never even noticed him stealing her wallet.”

Several jaws dropped as the room went silent. Marinette rolled her eyes as she hopped off the medtable.

“Look, it was a long day and the sales were really good. I’ll admit, my pride was stepped on, but it’s not like he beat me up. I even got my wallet back! You guys are making a big deal out of nothing.”

“On the contrary,” Jason was the first to speak, his eyes wide as he forced a tear to roll down his cheek. “A wound to one’s pride is the hardest one to fix of them all.”

“He’s right, as much as those words pain me to say.” Marinette glanced to where Barbara sat, another great actor as she wiped away nonexistent tears.

“There is only one solution to a problem like this.”

Dick wrapped an arm around her shoulders, the glint of determination demanding everyone’s attention.

“We must have a movie night. Everyone. Together. Cuddled on the couch.”

“Wait a minute-” Damian was silenced by a finger to his lips, one he looked tempted to bite off.

“Marinette cannot be healed if we don’t all participate. As of right night, the doctor is prescribing Marinette with one all-nighter of cuddles and movies.”

Several approving nods scattered throughout the room. Marinette’s begging eyes landed on Damian. He was her only hope to get away from this madness, but alas, he too had been defeated.

“To the living room!”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Marinette’s eyes fluttered open as the sunlight began to trickle through the room. She tried to shift, but several heavy bodies weighed her down.

As sleepiness began to wear off, she was able to make out the faces of her friend’s practically dogpiled on top of each other, all still asleep.

Maybe Dick was right, maybe yesterday wounded her pride more than she cared to admit. (not that she would ever say it to his face)

So instead she settled back in, shutting her eyes, attempting to soak up the warmth that surrounded her. One last drifting thought swam through her mind as she let the sleep take her away.

Maybe, just maybe, cuddles really were just what the doctor ordered.

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[jd-loves-everyone]

UNO

➤ Recording your newest youtube video and talking back to your boyfriend, Chan, ends up getting you into a lot more trouble than you expected.

➤ genre: smut

➤ wc: 2.3K (well this got long)

➤ warnings: dom!chan, sub!reader, minor preparation (be very careful or you could get hurt), use of the color system, dirty talk, power imbalance, finger sucking, explicit language, strength/size kink(?), mentioned aftercare.

➤ a/n: Yes I have a youtube channel. No, I am not self-projecting (maybe just a little bit :)) Also, please tell me what you thought about this because I haven’t written smut in nearly a year so I’m not sure if I like this, plus english isn’t my first language so let me know if anything doesn’t make sense :) 

Perhaps pushing your boyfriend, Chan, wasn't the best idea. No matter the situation. But, in your defense Felix had taken you telling him to "suck my nonexistent dick" quite well, so what you told Chan wasn't THAT bad. At least in comparison. But perhaps it had been the seemingly endless build up to it that made him blow a fuse.

You had recently found out that videos of playing Uno with friends were not only fun, but also extremely popular. So it seemed like a great way to spend your Friday afternoon with Chan, Felix and Jisung, while also recording a video that would no doubt be entertaining.

It was no secret to anyone that all the boys were quite competitive (in various degrees, but all very competitive nonetheless), and to anyone that watched you play any sort of game it was also no secret that you were very competitive as well.

So, everyone you had invited to participate were people who could: speak English, were competitive and got frustrated quickly, which would all hopefully make for a pretty funny video. What you didn't account for was your own (unexpectedly) short temper and unfiltered vocabulary, all probably due to the presence of a microphone.

And so, with Chan in the next room in your house, you in your office and Felix and Jisung in their own houses, the game began. It started pretty slow, with everyone getting used to the setting and the game, but all eventually loosened up after the first "f bomb" was dropped. From there followed many minutes of frustrated yelling that rapidly grew in volume every time someone screwed someone else over. It seemed most prevalent between you and Chan though. And with every card he played to make you lose, your playfulness dissipated. Chan had tolerated your bratty behavior for most of the game, but that statement was the last straw.

“That’s it. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” You deadpanned amidst Felix and Jisung’s booming laughter, after your boyfriend made you pick up 4 more cards just as you were about to win. The silence that followed from his side should have made it clear to you that a line had been crossed. But you barely noticed as Chan seemed to go back to his normal self not long after.

The game continued normally and you ended it after getting enough footage for a video, ending the recording and saying goodbye to your friends and moving to Chan’s office.

Upon seeing him sitting in his chair, facing his computer, you decided to move towards him quietly to surprise him, given your current good mood. As you reached him you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the side of his neck and filing it with loud kisses.

The last thing you expected was for him to grasp your wrist tight enough to make a point: that he wasn’t pleased. With something you had done, most likely. Most definitely, otherwise he’d be telling you about his frustrations and not keeping vice-like grip on your hand.

“Chan?” You asked, oh-so innocently. It almost made him snicker. Instead he turned his chair around, tugging you forward to stand in between his spread legs, staring at you with fire in his eyes. Meanwhile you wracked your brain for the reason as to what you had done to make him mad.

“I’m a little disappointed with my baby girl today. You know why?” His voice was dangerously low, and suspiciously devious. You were almost sure he was doing this just to toy with you because he knew you loved it.

You furrowed your brows in concentration. What could it have been? None of what you had said or done seemed unusual or out of line. Maybe his patience was running low today? Perhaps there were simply so many little things that could be considered “mistakes” on your part, for you to figure out what the catalyst was.

"You don't know, do you?" He chuckles mockingly, his hold on your wrist loosening, lulling you into a false sense of security.

“I’m disappointed with my baby girl, because she was being a brat all game. Talking back to me with that attitude, trying to convince everyone you were in control. But we both know you’re not. I even let most of it slip since it was for the video, but I feel like perhaps you forgot who’s in control here. I also think that you were enjoying being on top for once, too much.” Chan spoke huskily, rising from the chair and looking down at your form.

“Maybe I need to show you who’s in charge.” He said absentmindedly, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, smiling softly when your lips parted to let his finger through. You licked it softly, hoping to please him. He saw right through you immediately, smirking as he pressed his thumb down on your tongue, making your mouth open wider. Saliva pooled at the bottom due to the dominant presence he exuded and the darkness in his gaze which promised an eventful night.

"Go to the bedroom, take your clothes off and maybe I'll think about going easy on you." He whispered, stepping back to give you space. Strangely enough, without his scent surrounding you, you felt dazed and somewhat cold.

But you hurried to carry out his order. Part of you wanted to push him just a little more, just to test him. But another, bigger part, just wanted to be his good girl.

You felt exposed and vulnerable as you stood in front of the bed, naked and waiting for Chan to step through the bedroom door. As he did, you felt goosebumps appear all over your skin as he looked you up and down appreciatively. You tried covering yourself as he made his way to you. He had seen you naked before (and in much more compromising positions) but the way his predatory gaze traced every one of curves, taking you in as if it was the first time, every time, just set fire to the blood in your veins and cheeks.

“Why are you hiding, baby? You seemed so confident just a few minutes ago. Where has all that attitude gone?” Chan taunted, taking his clothes off painfully slowly before sitting against the headboard, watching you with those keen eyes. Even if you were both naked, you felt nowhere near out of his grasp. All the muscles now exposed to you made your mouth water, just at the sight of his statuesque body that he worked so hard for, covered by marble-like skin.

“Come closer baby. Don’t get all shy now.”

You moved forward meekly, crawling until you were knelt in front of him, trying so hard to not let your eyes drop down to follow his v-line down to his cock. It was so enticing every time that it took all your willpower to keep his lustful gaze. He smirked, as if noticing your struggle.

"You're in the wrong spot, baby. I want to sit right here." He said as he patted both his thighs. "Since you like being on top so much, I want you to ride me. You do all the work this time. Because you're only coming tonight if you work for it."

The cockiness in his voice made you shiver in anticipation.

You crawled forward once more, straddling his lap and squirming at the feeling of him rubbing against your already dripping folds. Even though this persona of his never failed to get you wet enough for him to slide himself in smoothly, you knew the stretch would still be a bit painful, which perhaps was his intention. 

He cupped your cheek in his hand gently, looking at you with unveiled concern despite his lust-blown pupils. 

“Color?” He asked carefully, stroking your flesh soothingly as you leaned into the touch, making him smile fondly. 

“Green. But, please go slow.” You replied once the fog in your mind cleared, looking your loving boyfriend in the eyes, deeply appreciative of his carefulness. He patted you cheek softly, nodding, before the switch flipped and he was back to his darker self, no more gentleness left in his gaze, hands grabbing you hips tightly and jerking you against him slightly. You jumped in surprise, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his hard member against you.  He sent you a look as if to say: 'get to it'.

You slowly trailed your hand down your body as Chan stared unabashedly, before he grabbed your hand.

"No no. You seemed so eager to finish during the game. So why don't you just get to it?" He said lowly, scratching his nails on your thighs before groping the flesh harshly.

Not wanting to contradict him anymore, you grabbed his cock in your hand, spreading your essence on him, before positioning him at your entrance.

As you slowly sat on him, his breathing became harsh and labored, and you winced and whimpered at the stretch. It burned slightly but it wasn’t nearly as painful as the first time had been since you were going slow enough to adjust to his size. But it seemed as if Chan was struggling quite a bit,

He leaned his head back, neck on full display as his jaw clenched, trying his best to hold himself back from thrusting up into you. You realized that this was not only a punishment for you but also for him. Perhaps his plan backfired? Or perhaps he had planned this but realized he actually wouldn’t be able to hold himself back in a few minutes. Only time could tell.

Your eyes locked onto the prominent veins just under his fair skin, looking so inviting that you just couldn’t resist the urge to suck a blot of red onto his neck making him groan as he moved inside you as you leaned towards him. His grip on your hips tightened.

“Fuck! You’re so tight!” He said breathlessly, easing the grip he had on you to let you move. 

And as you felt as if the pain had passed, you held onto his shoulders tightly and started moving up and down. The feel of him rubbing against your walls was almost too much as you could feel every bump and vein of his cock as you clenched experimentally. It made Chan let out a startled moan, probably louder than he intended as his cheeks reddened for more than exertion, eyes rolling back at the feeling. 

Upon seeing the effect you had on him you got a sudden boost in confidence, riding him with fervor, determined to do your best and get more of those delicious reactions out of him. 

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping as you bounced on his lap making more euphoric noises spill from Chan’s throat. You were in a similar state, the position allowing him to hit every sweet spot inside you, making you emit countless moans and whimpers. 

You felt your orgasm build, tears gathering in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling of being so close but so far from the finish line, but being unable to reach it as your thighs became sore from smacking against Chan and fatigue started to weaken your limbs. You let out frustrated whimpers as you held onto his shoulders tight enough for your fingers to go white from pressure, which made Chan groan. 

“Chan please! I can’t… anymore…” You begged breathlessly as your movements slowed down. 

“Ah, fuck it.” He said, taking hold of your hips before flipping you onto your back without separating your bodies. He settled between your widely spread legs, pushing his hips forward with all the strength he had been holding back, grunting with effort. 

“Poor baby. Can’t even make yourself cum without my help, huh? Not strong enough to handle it, are you?” He spoke smugly as your moans became louder and louder at his words. 

Your breasts moved in tandem with his movements, attracting his attention which made him lean forward to take one of your enticing nipples into his warm and wet mouth. With the way your voice kept rising in volume, you knew your neighbors couldn’t be too happy. 

“Are you close baby? Are you gonna cum for me?” He said as he took his mouth off of your chest, revealing the erotic sight of his saliva covering your nipple sloppily. 

“Y-Yes! So close, Chan please.” You didn’t know what you were pleading for but Chan seemed pleased with your response as he pressed his lips against yours, trying but not fully succeeding in muffling your noises, as his hand trailed towards your center to rub your clit harshly which gave you that extra push. 

As you tipped over the edge, barreling towards an overwhelming orgasm that made a few tears spill from your eyes, you clenched impossibly tight around Chan’s cock making him break the kiss, moaning and groaning openly into your mouth as you did the same.

Your breathing slowly returned to normal as you felt Chan’s sticky essence drip out of your hole as he pulled out, an image wished seemed to have captured his attention as he openly gazed at you red and spent pussy. Despite all that you had already done, and with the haze of lust no longer present, you blushed at his laser focused eyes set on your dripping core. 

“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispered almost to himself, smirking at your flushed and pouty face. 

“Let’s get cleaned up, alright baby?” He said as he kissed your forehead gently.

“Just one thing Chan.” He tilted his head cutely, to show that he was listening. “Next time, try to not be such an asshole and maybe I’ll be nice in return.”

[hobbitsnapes]

The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 12

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @tyuuniverse)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

Each day that goes by, his wounds start to heal. Bones start to go back into place, each cut scabbing over, some like the one on his cheekbone turning into another scar. Each time he lifts his body, Excruciating pain doesn’t flood him. Each step growing easier as the date go by. But the one thing that grows more painful, is his heart. Each time he thinks of her, a pain shoots through his heart as he remembers. Each time his face rubs across his silk pillowcase, it brings him back to the softness of her dress that she wore countless times. The feel of the warm bedding surrounding him reminding him of the warmth she had whenever she would hug or lean into him. Each night he dreams of her soothing laughter. But as if his brain wants him to suffer, he simultaneously hears her scream out when the blade cut into her back. The two images of her warm smile gracing her face, and the look of shear pain and hurt when he found her in the bathroom. Any touch to his lips reminding him of the feel of her lips on his. The warmth that once flooded him whenever he thought about her, now a deep pain, that almost feels hollow. Each day he sinks further and further into pain due to thinking of her. Pain and anger fueling him each time. ‘Why, why does she do it? She knows it’s not right. She knows the difference.’ He thinks. Thoughts flossing his head of the what if’s, all the times he should have known, and all the confusion flooding him. He had been raised from birth to kill, not knowing anything different until he was 10. She knows that she shouldn’t do this, that taking a life is not the answer. But she does it anyway. Why, why was the one person he fell for, had to be fighting the same battle, but on the other side?

He’s very thankful, each person in the house coming to aid in his recovery. Tim even coming in to give him a bowl of pumpkin soup. And each one being either kind enough, or too afraid to bring up the situation at hand. That is until today.

Damian sat in his bed as he red Thus Spoke Zarathustra. The soft tick of his clock, along with his breathing creating a soft background in the room. That is until footsteps come to his door. A soft knock of 3 and a pause, along with 2 more knocks telling him who is at the door. Since Damian was young and first living at the manor, he’s had a fear of someone coming into his room that he doesn’t know. Reminding him of the days when he’d be fast asleep, and a member coming in with sword in hand to train him as instructed by his mother. So each member of the family created their own specific knocks to alert him of their presence. Even though he’s learned over the years who it is by their footsteps, he finds it kind they keep the tradition up after all these years. The door opening as Damian turns his head to be greeted by dick. He had been staying for a few days to help with Damian, and to help on a case for their father. “Hey Damian, how you feeling today?” Dick asks, eying the sharp scab that runs down his cheekbone. “I’m feeling much better today, thank you.” Damian looks back down to his book as he says this. A sigh coming from his eldest brother. “No Damian, I mean, how are you feeling?” Dicks tone telling him exactly what he means. “I told you, I’m fine.” Damian says with a soft bite to his tone. Growing irritated at the fact that he’s asking. “Damian, you can’t keep bottling it up. We all see what’s going on, I get it. You don’t want to go to Bruce because, well the guy doesn’t know how to handle anything having to do with feelings. But I’m here, everyday. I see how this is bothering you. I hear you at night when you think nobody’s up. I see how much you’re hurting. I want to help you Damian.” Dick puts his hand on damians shoulder. His eyes pleading with him. “If it makes you feel better, no I’m not fine. I don’t want to talk about it because it’s just going to do absolutely nothing in the end. It’s not going to erase all the blood she’s laid on the ground. It’s not going to make me feel any better. I don’t need to lay out a sob story about this. I’ll get over it eventually. And until then, don’t ask Grayson.” Damians voice is void of any emotion, but with a venomous bite when he spoke of her. His eyes glued to his book the entire time. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t try.” Dick says as he leaves the room.

Damians feet briskly walk down the many steps to the cave, his suit already on apart from his mask. He enters the room and is met with dick and Tim at the computers, a large map on the screen as red dots appear on the screen.

Bruce walks out in his full suit, his mask in his hands as he walks over to the computers. “Damian, I don’t think it’s a smart idea for you to go out tonight.” Bruce says as he eyes his son. His brow furrowed slightly. “It’s been a month father, I’m healed up and besides I know tonight is a hard one.” “I’m not talking about that, I know you’re fine physically.” Bruce says with his eyes glued to Damian. A sigh leaving Damian at this. ��I’m perfectly fine. I’m not gonna let this one thing stop me from this. Besides, you do it all the time whilst seeing Selina and my mother.” “Fine.”

Each day she wakes up, her mind grows darker and her heart shrinks into pain further. Her once bright sapphire eyes, a dull pale grey. Red rims her iris, and darkness’s covers around them. Her once glowing skin, a translucent sickly color. Her smile no longer reaching her eyes. Her once loud laughter, now nonexistent. The apartment falling into a silence, as if her lack of brightness has dimmed each end of it in a blanket of grey. She’s unable to cry after the first few days. As if her body can no longer produce tears to cascade down her face. But the pain in her heart growing to the point it covers her entire chest in a sharp stab. Is this what all those movies talked about? The feeling that all you want is to bring back all the memories that are neatly tucked in your mind, memories that once filled her with warmth and glee, now a shooting stab as it cracks through her from the inside. All she wants is to forget. Forget the way his emerald green eyes looked into hers with the purest form of admiration and joy. How whenever she made a joke, he’d fight the ever persistent smile that grew on his face, until he finally caved and let out a chuckle. In the beginning, he was on edge a lot, almost looking to hide the brightness inside of him. When they kissed, it’s as if she strung fairy lights along his spine, and they lit from the inside out. Each time she thinks about him, a pain shoots through her each time. His last words echoing in her mind. Causing the pain to return. But she didn’t want to stop thinking of all the times they had. She wished that she could go into her mind, and live in there like a bubble. Be back to the days his hands held onto hers as they walked to the park, to the days when he’d sit beside her and drape his coat across her. She was never cold when he was beside her, but she loved the heavy weight and sent that enclosed around her from it. All she wants, is to forget the pain. But live in the past when he looked at her like she hanged the sun each morning.

A soft knock comes through the door. Alerting Jason of the one person he could think of to help. He opens the door and is met with firey red hair, and enticing green eyes. “Thank you so much for coming, I know it was such a short notice with how busy you are-“ “Jason.” Artemis puts her hand on his shoulder, her eyes locked with his. “It’s not a problem. After you told me what happened, I would come regardless of what I was doing. Now, where is she?” A soft smile plays on her face, a slight blush dusting his face. “She’s in her room, again, thank you.” “Again, it’s not a problem jason.”

Sandys eyes are drawn away from her notepad to the door, a soft knock is then Accompanied by the door opening. There stands Artemis, her hair tied up in a tight bun but with one small bit hanging off the side. A crisp white top and black pants is worn rather than her usual batling attire. “Hey sweetheart, what are you up to?” A sigh leaves sandy as she looks up at her. Her eyes are puffy and dark, exhaustion clear in her face. “Dad asked you to come by didn’t he?” Artemis sighs and looks away from her. “He’s worried about you, you are his little girl after all.” Sandy sets her notepad down on her bedside table, slowly sitting up against the wall next to her and tucks her knees up to her chin. Artemis comes and sits beside her, her eyes brimming with tears that refuse to shed down her tired face. “I don’t know what to do. All I want is to go back, go back to when he looked at me like I poked holes in the sky to make the stars. I miss how warm he was whenever I’d sit beside him. I miss the way I’d make a stupid joke, he’d fight the smile that was so clear on his face and then he’d break. I miss everything.” A sob leaves her, her voice hiccuping as she tries breathing. “B-but at the same time, I wish I never met him. I-I let him make me so happy. I-I hurt so much whenever I think about him. It’s like this deep, sharp stab that trickles out of my chest and onto the rest of my body. It’s the pain that knowing it’s only a memory and that it’ll never happen again. I want to forget everything. But at the same time, I miss how happy he made me. God the look on his face when he saw me. And-and that, he called me a monster.” Sobs now falling like rivers down her face, her voice horse and her eyes tired but filled with endless tears. Artemis puts her arms around her, letting her cry in her chest. “You’re not what he said sweetheart. You gotta remember that he’s hurt too. You both are on different sides fighting the same battle. I don’t know him well, but from what I do know, he lashes out when he’s hurt. Give it some time. It hurts right now and that’s okay. It’s okay to hurt. It’s what shows the level of love and care you still have. You’re both loving, but stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. You didn’t let what happen to you make you cold. You didn’t let it kill your good heart and soul. Just your heart alone, could defeat any Amazon I know. Trust in me, it will be better one day.” Sandy lays back down onto her bed, looking away from her, her eyes still filled with tears. “I can’t tell if it’ll get better, or that I’ll grow used to it.” Artemis sighs, bending down and placing a kiss to her forehead. “Time will tell sweetheart.” And with that, she leaves the room.

As sandy approaches her door, she hears the muffled sounds of voices from the other room. Her heart beats faster as she tries to listen in, but the voices are drowned out by the sound of the tv playing. It sounds as if Jason and Roy are there, but there’s more than them. She slowly opens her door, her head peering out of the door and into the kitchen. She walks out slowly, holding her breath as she approached the living room. Her heart beating loudly in her chest. Thst is until she enters the doorway to the living room, confusion taking place as she eyes what could only be described as the biggest blanket fort in the living room. All furniture is covered with multiple blankets and pillows. Before she can do anything, a loud cours of yells startle her, causing her to let out a large scream. She grabs a hold of a small picture frame beside her and throws it, causing it to hit against, Roy? The large redhead clutching his groin and falling to the ground, letting out a pained groan. “Goood fuck me, you couldn’t have aimed s little higher or lower? I might want kids one day.” Jason lets out a large laugh at this, a larger, more deep laugh is heard beside her, and when she turns, she’s met with a large chest and a bone crushing hug. “Bizarro have not missed young angel! Bizarro hate young angel!” “Alright big guy I love you too, now you gotta let me go okay? I can’t breathe.” Bizarro lets go of her abruptly, his hands on her shoulders looking at her in fear. “Me not sorry! Bizarro want to hurt!” A soft smile covers her face as she looks at the large Kryptonian. “I know big guy, don’t worry.” She looks around the room, Artemis standing with a large smile on her face with a box in her hand. Roy is still on the ground in a fetal position, and Jason looking at her with a soft pleading smile.

“I’m legit only doing this because I love you.” “Arty, hand over the gold glitter please.” Jason wonders is sandy and Artemis were some witches at this moment. What was supposed to be a fun night of movies, food and family time, has turned into both girls putting makeup on him. No wait, he does remember how it started.

Over the last close to 2 years being the daughter of Jason, sandy had mastered the art of the puppy eyes. And with just one look from her, and a look that matched hers from Artemis, he knew his manly persona was out the door.

As sandy applies the sparkling gold to his lids, she can’t help but have a giant smile on her face. Her father, who is one of the manliest men she’s ever met, is letting her do this just to make her happy. She feels close to tearing up, she’s known he loves her dearly. But the fact that she lets him do these things, and throws an entire sleepover with what is now her family, moves her heart so greatly, it causes tears to threaten.

“Okay I just need one more thing, where’s that red gloss? Ah! Right here!” Sandy takes the goopy gloss and applies it to jasons matte red painted mouth. The blue in his eyes are highlighted due to the rose gold Smokey eyes along with fluttery lashes. His cheeks flushed with a hint of rosy rouge. He had even let her pluck his eyebrows for the final affect to be perfect. Refusing to admit to how badly his eyes watered due to it. His lips a deep glossy red to finish the look. Both girls had wide smiles covering their faces. “You look reeeaall pretty dude.” Jason turns to his right, sitting beside him is Roy with a shit eating grin covering his face. That is until sandy lets out a small chuckle. “Oh if you think so, then lets give you a makeover next!”

Jason and Roy had Donned many outfits in their lives. They thought when they were the sidekicks to both green arrow and Batman were the most embarrassing things they’ve worn, were nothing compared to this.

Jason would a skin tight, deep plunging v neck dress that he prays to god wasn’t his daughters and stiletto black heels and a very crappy long black wig that looks like it’s from 1985. He doesn’t ever want to remember all the maneuvers he had to do to as the girls put it, ‘tuck.’

Roy was just as embarrassed as his best friend. Wearing a very tight black crop top that he swears would give a nip slip if he badly raised his arms. To cover his lower half, he wore what he could only describe as the tiniest skirt he’s ever seen in his life. He swore that he might as well just be naked due to how small the fabric was. Thigh high white heeled boots covered his legs to his knees. And a bright little mermaid wig to top it all off.

Both men looked at one another in pitty, knowing neither one will ever live this down. But knowing that this will make sandy happy, they gave a silent nod and walked out into the living room.

Both men walk out into the living room together, swaying their hips to the beat of toxic. Both girls let out a yell and a hard laugh, as they watch both men walk in strutting their stuff like it’s nobody’s business.

Both Artemis and sandy couldn’t contain their laughter as they watched both men dance impressively well. With both men doing a horrible job at lip syncing to the song as well. They couldn’t keep the tears flowing out from laughter once the dance was finished, Jason having done a full split and saying “I’ll kill you all except sandy if you speak of this to anyone.”

Jason and Artemis sat together on the floor, watching fondly at the sight in front of them. Bizarro had fallen asleep on the couch laying flat on his back. And sandy lay flat on his chest, her small size compared to his massive body making her look miniature in size. The faint smile on her face as she curled up into him causing both of them to chuckle. “You’ve done a great job Jason.” He turns to look at her, brow slightly raised and head tilted to the side. “What makes you think that?” He asks. “All that you do for her, you would walk to the ends of the earth and beyond for her. The love you have for her, and give her, shows how much she means to you.” Jason looks down at his lap at this, a faint smile on his face. “I just can’t help but feel like I’m fucking up all the time.” “I’ll be honest, you fuck up a lot.” This causes Jason to chuckle. “But, one thing you haven’t is being a parent. Sure, you messed up when you lied to her about your true past, I’ll still never understand why you did that.” Jason lets out a large sigh at this. “It’s because, everyone who gets involved with that family personally, they all get hurt or killed. I was just so scared that it would happen to her, and it did.” A tear falls down his cheek at the confession. She wipes it away from his face, bringing his face from looking down to her eyes. “It’s not the family that has that Jason. It’s our line of work, they don’t have a curse your on them that makes everyone there get hurt. It’s a fact of life. You need to stop worrying so much. I get it, you don’t want her hurt. But the more you pull her away so she won’t, the more she’ll run. She was lied to keep safe enough from her parents. And about them, they still are your family. I know, you’re hurt for what they did to you. But they still care about you. You just never let them try. Family is everything. When you and someone you love are hurt or in danger, family is what protects you. And don’t worry about not being good enough to take care of her. She’s done such a transformation since I met her, and that’s all because of you. You’re an amazing father Jason.” Tears stream down his face now, the last line causing the majority of them. “Thank you, so much.”

Both of them knew they would see each other again. It would take a naive fool to think that they would never see one another again. But that didn’t prepare them for tonight.

“Robin, I need you to get past the first 3 guards at the door.” “Got it.” Damian silently creeped up behind them, taking them out within seconds. Bruce came down shortly after, having been watching from afar. Both men enter the bank silently. Surveillance Footage confirmed two faced and his men were behind the current robbery. They both grapple up to two separate gargoyles on the walls. Watching over the men as they frantically run around similar to chickens due to the alarm going off. “Two faces thugs won’t hear us over the alarms. Be quick and hard.” Damian noded over to his father.

Damian dropped down onto 4 guards, taking them out all at once. “ITS THE BAT AND ROBIN!” All hell broke loose when one of the men spotted him. Men cane running to both of them as they took each one out.

Damian ran up to one of them who was grabbing for his fallen gun, but before he could reach him, a shot was heard and the man fell to the ground. Blood spewing out of his head and onto the floor. Damian whipped his head around, spotting the one person he hoped he wouldn’t see tonight.

Guns firing and alarms going off fill the outside of the bank. Both sandy and jason jumping off their bikes and running in as fast as they can. They spot 5 guards in the entrance of the bank, knowing they were there to stop from anyone getting in or out. Jason looked over to her, nodding his head to her to signal her to take them out.

She ran over to the men, taking out her hunters knife and slitting the first man's stomach. She then jumped up onto the seconds mans thigh, swinging her leg around his head whilst simultaneously swinging her left leg around his left arm. Slitting his throat as she swung her body around his arm and onto the third mans body, stabbing into his jugular as she took him down to the ground. She eyes the next two men and ran over, sliding down to the ground and swinging her foot into their legs, knocking both men to the ground. She took her knife and slashed both of their throats in the process. She looked behind her to Jason, nodding her head and running in.

She knew he’d be there, but that didn’t stop the pain in her heart when she watched him from afar.

She watches as he takes out men left and right, she can’t help but just freeze up when she watches him glide through the crowd of men so fluently, as if the wind itself was guiding him.

She watches as he runs up to a man, but she sees the gun in his hand about to aim for his head. Her heart pounds out of her as she raises her gun and shoots the man in the head. Damian turns to her direction. And even with his mask, she knows he sees her. A pain shoots through her heart as she watches him make what could only be the slightest hint of pain grace his face, before he turns away from her.

A sharp pain floods through his heart as he sees her, gun in hand, just looking at him. He turns and runs the other direction towards the vaults.

She runs after him, seeing that he’s running into a large group of armed men. Knowing he’s not thinking straight she runs in, taking out men as she goes that he didn’t get to.

She sees him in the middle of 15 men, 7 of them with guns, 8 without. She grabs her knife and takes out 4 of the armed men. Then going after 3 unarmed men in her way.

He watches her as she glides through each men, knife skillfully taking out each men without her getting hit once. “I’VE GOT THIS!” He yells out to her, growing angrier by the second of seeing her trying to help him. “YEAH TOTALLY LOOKS LIKE IT!” She yells back, growing even more irritable due to the fact that he’s angry at her trying to help him.

Both of them are back to back as they take out each men coming towards them. They both look at one another as all the men drop to the ground. Though they can’t see their eyes, pain paints both of their faces.

They both run out of the room, sprinting towards their partners. They keep looking at one another when they hear them yell, eyeing them as they both work their hardest to take out the ever flossing of men.

It’s as if time, sound, and sight of the room stops when she sees a man raise his gun, and aim at him. “ROBIN!” She screams out when she sees the bullet fly out of the gun, and into his side. He lets out a large cry of pain as he drops to the ground. Time slows down and anything around her is black as she sprints over to him. It’s like her legs are in slow motion as tears gather in her eyes and spill onto her mask. Her chest bursting out of her chest as she runs.

When she reaches him, she sees the blood soaking his suit. The red panel of his suit a darker red from it. It thankfully didn’t hit any artery’s as it’s not spewing out. She crouches down to his, his face contorting in pain. She reaches for his shoulders and hip, trying her hardest to get him up without putting any pressure to the wound. “Come on! I need to get you out of here!” She yells out. She slowly brings him up, putting his arm around her shoulders, and varying the brunt of his weight as she moves to the outside.

They reach the entrance to the bank, him groaning in pain the further they get. His steps growing slower as his body tries falling to the ground. “Come on robin, were almost there! Just a little bit more okay?” She pleads our, he lets out a large groan as he takes a few more steps.

They reach the outside, the chill in the air sending him to the ground. He lets out a pained yell as he tries falling down, she reaches and brings his weight into her arms and she tries dragging him as safely as possible to the grass. Her muscles screaming due to his much larger weight.

She sets him down onto the ground, a weak groan leaving him when he lays down. His hand had been clutching his wound the entire time. Blood slowly trickling past his palms. Her heart beating rapidly as she watches him. His once red flushed face taking on an almost pale colorless tone. She reaches and takes the mask from his face to know if he’s passed out or not. His usually alert forest green eyes are slowly closing. She reaches around and takes off her leather jacket. The inside having cloth to fight off the cold, and for times like this.

She slowly takes his hand away from his wound, and instantly applies the jacket to it. A groan breaking through him due to the pain. His face scrunches up and he bares his teeth. “I know I know it hurts, but I need to stop the blood.” She pleads out. She takes her knife and cuts away the middle of his suit, having trouble due to the material. She opens it and puts the cloth inside his suit. Another groan leaving him.

His eyes blink slowly, alarming her as he’s having trouble staying awake. She uses her other hand up to his cheek, cupping it. “Hey hey hey, stay awake for me okay? Look at me.” He opens his eyes and watches her, the once angry scowl on his face gone, now looking tired and almost pleading. “Everything is gonna be okay.” She reaches for his other arm, pressing the button on his arm and brings it to her mouth. “Batman, robin has been shot. We’re outside near the large oak tree. Try and hurry he’s blacking out!” “Men are surrounding us. I’ll come as fast as I can angel.” She lets go of his arm, again bringing her hand to his face to keep him awake. His cheek is warm to the touch. Bringing her back to-she can’t think about it due to the pain it shoots through her.

She stays there with him for what feels like eternity. Her heart pounding in her chest each time his eyes close. “Hey hey hey stay with me, please. I’m gonna make sure you get out of this. Just please stay with me okay.” At this point she has removed her mask due to the tears flossing down her face. He’s having trouble keeping his eyes open, scaring her each time.

Tears stream down her face the more his eyes shut, a pain that she only felt when she watched both her parents die flooding her. “Please, robin promise me you won’t go! Please promise me!” She yells out. A tear falls down from his eye, she wipes it away as more tears fall. “I-I promise.” He weakly groans out. A smile graces her face, tears still falling. But the small response from him slightly soothing her pained heart. The moment dying when he lets out a large pained yell. She looks down and sees blood soaking faster through her jacket. She reaches for his arm again and presses down onto the speaker. “HOW MANY MORE DO YOU HAVE!” “We have a handful of guys left!” “GET THE FUCK OUT HERE AND LET MY DAD HANDLE THE REST! PLEASE THIS ONE TIME! ROBIN IS DYING!” She screams out into the speaker.

She watches as Batman runs out of the building. Bruce running faster as he sees his son laying on the ground. He crouched down to him, grabbing for the jacket. Sobs wreck her as she watches as Bruce tries stopping the blood. “Here’s the key,go to the tumbler and in the backseat there’s a bag. Go get it and bring it back.” Bruce says urgently. She nods and sprites towards it. Unlocking it and flying into the back, sporting the bag, grabbing it and running as fast as she can back to them.

“Okay go in and grab the gauze.” She grabs it and hands it to Bruce, she watches it in amazement as it fuses to his skin. “Something I had made when your father was robin. It’s reinforced with a technology that combines with the skin to stop blood from leaking out. From the looks of it, it didn’t hit any organs. It did pass through most of his side. That’s where most of the blood is coming from.” “Then why is he nearly passing out!” She says to Bruce. Not understanding how a superficial gash could cause him to nearly die. “Maybe it was because his heart rate was and is escalated. The adrenaline levels decreasing, the pounding of his heart along with the blood loss could cause him to pass out.” Both of them look down as they hear him let out a groan. He looks around and spots his father first. He then turns and sees her face. Relief flossing her knowing that he’s alright. “I need to get him back to the tumbler and to the cave to make sure everything is alright.” Bruce says. “Here let me help you get him back in.” She goes to reach for him but he moves out of the way. “Get away from me.” He groans out. Pain shoots through her chest at his words. “Damian I’m trying to hel-“ “DON'T call me that! I don’t need help from somebody like you!” After all the pain she felt that night, his words shoot through her heart harder than anything else had. Tears fall down her face as it feels like pain is swarming through her, trickling from her chest outwards. “Fine. I was just trying to help you is all.” She says, getting up and running. Running as far as she can from him.

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The Token: A Guns N’ Roses Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Cousin Kendal

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Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. In a desperate attempt to make it big doing what she does, she cuts her hair and mascardes as Duff. What’s the wors that could happen?

Chapter Summary: Cousin Kendal comes to town causing several problems and hiccups in Michelle’s plan

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“So what did you do last night? Have any fun?” Derek quizzed as I was wiping down the display cases in between rushes.

“Went out with Walter and Macy, and it was...interesting. Went to a couple bars that had okay music. Nothing I won’t forget in a couple weeks though. How about you?,” I shrugged back. The bar hopping part of the night might have been my idea to get away from a certain group of people.

I continued to listen to Derek as he talked about the girl he met last month and was still going out with. He kept going on and on about how cute and sweet she was, making my heart warm. Yeah I was quickly growing tired of his constant praise or borderline obsession over his girlfriend, but I was glad at least one of us had a healthy relationship, hell a relationship in general. The best word to describe my relationship status was nonexistent. I froze for a second as an unfamiliar figure stared back at me. I remained frozen staring at my own reflection. I hadn't noticed it at first, but Michelle the brunette bassist who worked at a coffee shop seemed to be slowly turning into a stranger. A mask I would put only only when needed.

“ I hope my father hasn't been working you too hard,” my heart stopped at the familiar voice that came from behind me.

“No Kendal, but just enough to keep me out of trouble,” I quickly turned around and sent the familiar face a smile, except she wasn’t as familiar as I had expected her to look. It wasn’t her hair, her clothing, or her makeup that was different, but something was. She quickly pulled me into a hug before letting go of me and placing her hand under my chin.

“Did you grow? You have to at least be part giraffe by how tall you’re getting!” She quizzed as I felt her look me up and down

“Giraffe? I’m not even 5’ 10”!” I teased back.

“Ohh there is my college girl,” I turned to see my uncle running out of the back office to give his daughter a large bear hug. It was nice to see them back together after the six months that had passed. I sent them both a warm smile before returning back to work.

“What major is she this week?” I had to hold in a snort at Derek’s comment. He had many options about Kendal, and a majority, arguable all, of them weren’t good.

“Hey now, do you know what you want to do for the rest of your life? It is both a scary and hard choice!” I whispered back. Kendal had tried marketing, accounting, journalism, typography, design, and now she was sitting in general business management.

He shrugged and joined me in washing the dishes.

“What would you do?” As he shot up from organizing the pastries, it was clear that my question had caught him off guard.

“What?”

“I said, what would you do if you had the money to go to school?” I repeated.

He shrugged before returning back to the pastries, after a couple of seconds I heard him reply, “I would go to culinary school. Once I got the degree I would head to New York and never look back,” I felt a sense of comfort flow through me as he talked.

“I have always heard that New York has the best dining. Unless it is deep dish pizza, that belongs to Chicago,” I smiled back earning a nod from him.

“Yeah I would become an apprentice or some shit like that and save up enough money until I could own my own local restaurant. It may take 10 or 15 years, but when I have it….ohh god when I get it I will name it after my dad and have his sausage stew as a permanent item I will do anything to get there. Hell, I got one more year before I can start affording to go to college part time. I have and will do whatever it takes,” he added.

“Let me know when you open because I will be the first in line. I will camp out a week before your open if that's what it takes!” I smiled back, his face quickly mimicking my own.

“Are you really going to have time to? You are going to be a world famous rockstar! That's still the dream right?” he asked back, his attention no longer on organizing the pastries.

“Yeah, and I think I might have actually found the right band too! We sound unique and the songs we play aren't the ones you would forget a week later.”

“I am glad that you are finally back on your feet after your last band...what was is Pyxie or some shit like that?”

“Yeah..forget those bitches! They didn't have what it takes!”

“And you do?”

“Yeah..I gotta” I smiled back at him. These were the moments that made me love my job. These were the moments I wish he didn’t have a girlfriend.

“You gotta what?” I immediately snapped up at Kendal’s question.

“She has gotta have what it takes to make it as a rockstar!” Derek bragged as if I was his kid who just won the spelling bee. Which would never happen because I couldn’t and still can’t spell for shit.

“She has to have what it takes,” Derek rolled his eyes when Kendal corrected his grammar. Kendal had many quirks and Derek could not tolerate any of them.

I watched Derek like a hawk as he tried to calm himself down. Luckily for all parties involved he was successful.

“Your band is called Pyxie right?” She quickly asked and immediately apologized when she saw my reaction.

“They were my old band, and they were more interested in sex than the music...so I left and found a new one,” I received a confused look from Derek as I spoke. Using the term left was putting my departure from PYXIE lightly, but that is the beauty of telling the story. I get to tell it my way.

“Ohh sorry to hear, but sounds like you made the smart educated decision by leaving the band. What is your new band called? Can I come see you perform soon?” She was radiating excitement as she spoke.

“We don’t have a name yet, but whenever we have our next gig I will invite you and send you pictures!” The lies easily rolled off of my tongue as I spoke

“Good to hear that you found another band!” I wish I could punch Izzy in the gut when he invited himself into the conversation. How had I not seen him walk in?

“Kendal, I’m Michelle’s cousin. Are you her bandmates?” Izzy tried to hide the smile that was growing on his face, but he failed.

“No, Axl by the way” I rolled my eyes as Kendal swooned over Axl, just like every other girl he encountered.

“If you are looking to see some music tonight, or band has a gig,” I immediately stared Izzy down as he spoke.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IZZY STRADLIN.

“Oh Shelley and I would love to go,” I never broke eye contact with Izzy as Kendal spoke. I watched as a smirk grew on his face when Kendal slipped and called me my nickname from when I was 10.

“Sorry I can’t go,” I didn’t even fake a saddened tone as I spoke.

“Are you working late?” Axl’s tone was smooth as he spoke

“No, band practice,” I shrugged before Kendal could make a comment offering to get me the night off which would only cause my lie to fall apart and everything spiral out of control.

“What band? You singing or playing guitar?” Axl seemed genuinely curious which threw me for a loop.

“Bass, and name coming soon,” I quickly replied.

“Would I know anyone in this band?” I shot Izzy another death glare as he quizzed me. I wanted to slap his smirk off of his stupid face.

“No….but like I said I won’t be able to make it,” I never broke eye contact with the black haired dick as I spoke. Why? Why was he digging? He knew I was Duff. By the look on his face I could tell he was enjoying this.

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I started to apply my eyeliner when I heard him walk in.

“Thought you had band practice,” I heard him tease as he leaned against the wall right against the mirror I was using. I could barely focus on applying my eyeliner as he leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. His purple blouse was unbuttoned all the way and tied at the bottom reminding me of the night that was a little over a month ago. Fuck he looked hot.

“Do you need help teasing your hair?” I raised a brow, but before I could say anything he grabbed a brush and began teasing it to the heavens. He was gently which was actually quite surprising.

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” I remained frozen while Izzy spoke as I stared in his reflection in the mirror. My mind raced around in a circle trying to figure out his game, but I couldn’t think of any reason.Was this some sort of apology?

I decided to close my eyes, and relax. We were going to perform soon, so overthinking would only make the nerves that I always get from performing worsen.

I froze as I felt a moan escape my lips. My eyes shot open and I watched Izzy continue as if nothing happened. I tried to calm my breath as he continued teasing my hair, but another moan soon escaped my lips and that is when I saw it. A smirk had grown on his lips as he repeated to tease the same spot earning another moan. This bastard was doing it on purpose.

“Ohh baby you’re so hot when you moan like that,” I then felt him kiss the crook of my neck.

“Her cousin called her Shelley,” the moment I heard Axl’s voice, Izzy went back to finishing my hair.

“You fuckers ready to kill it tonight?” Slash shouted earning a fuck yeah from the two of us.

“Duff, did you know that Michelle used to go by Shelley? Isn’t that cute? It reminds me of a stripper or dancer” Axl asked before grabbing a beer.

I shrugged looking back at him before replying, “Doesn’t really fit her. Doesn’t look like a Shelley.”

“Did you see how she reacted when her cousin said it? I’m definitely going to be calling her that from now on,” Axl’s laughter echoed backstage which was quickly joined by the rest of my band excluding me.

“Is she seeing anyone? If not, I am definitely going to find her after this gig,” Slash smiled before taking another sip of whatever the fuck he was drinking.

“Well she will be here after the show right?” Izzy turned to me as he spoke.

“No, Derek, the guy who works with her at the coffee shop asked her out on a date tonight, so neither of them will be at the show,” I shrugged back and excused myself to go get another beer.

It had taken 20 minutes of me begging and pleading with Derek for him to ask her out. I used the excuse that I hated the Indiana boys’ guts which took him a lot of convincing. Eventually he caved when I offered to cover a shift for him next weekend. He asked Kendall on a fake date, and that was the end of that problem. At least that is what I thought until I saw Derek and Kendal in the crowd.

I waited at the bar and in an instant I knew that I was fucked. Standing only a few feet away from me was Derek and Kendal. I watched as he came over and his eyes caught mine while a flash of recognition crossed his face. I motioned for him to follow me, and he quickly made some excuse to Kendal.

We stood alone in the ally as I watched him try to find his words. For the first couple of seconds we stood in silence.

“Okay, what the actual fuck is going on? Why are you dressed as a guy? Is this your new band? Last and certainly not least who the fuck is Duff,” I sighed as Derek growled at me.

“Long story short, I got sick and tired of dealing with the bull shit of trying to make it on the strip as a chick, so one day I dressed as a guy for an audition and...boom Duff was born. I am running out of options Derek. Whatever it takes. That’s what you said only a couple of hours ago. You said that you would do whatever is takes to Make your dream come true. Well that’s what I’m doing here,” Derek remained silent as I spoke.

The seconds that it took for him to respond felt like hours. “I guess that explains the wig situation, why you really wanted me to ask out your cousin, along with why you were being nice to Axl and Izzy. Two people who you despised a couple months ago,” He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke. I could tell he was trying not to freak out.

I watched as he shook his head in shock. “How long do you plan on keeping up on this charade? Does anyone else know? Do you have a plan?”

“Once I get my record deal,yes, and my plan is to not fuck this up. But before you continue to judge me, put yourself in my shoes. I’m on borrowed time Derek. Please get my cousin out of here because she can’t find out. She just can’t,” I said before leaving him to go join my band backstage.

“Whoa Duff you okay?” I tuned to Steven as his voice caught my attention.

“Yeah, just a bit nervous,” I shrugged back.

He poured a pair of shots and we took them together.

“Alright boys, let’s show them what the fuck rock and roll is,” Axl shouted before we went on stage.

It was the last song in our encore.

The last note where Axl was screaming to the heavens.

That’s when Kendal and I made eye contact.

That’s when I saw recognition cross her face.

I watched as the smile fell from her face and she immediately shoved her way through the crowd.

Fuck.

She knew.

[liquormixintellect-blog]

Dusk til Dawn

Pairing: Harry x Reader

FRAT! HARRY HERE TO GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU EVER NEEDED AND MORE. I’ve been really excited about starting this and I’m going to try to have chapter 2 up by Sunday if this is well received!!! Also I added a teensy weensy bit of smut! Enjooooy <3 I would love feedback

Chapter 1

You knew you were that bitch. There wasn’t a more simple way to put it. You were confident in your inner as well as physical beauty, and you knew that’s what people found most intriguing about you. The way you could command attention whenever you pleased but you managed to obtain humility in the process. There was a lot of guys and girls willing to challenge that.

As your junior year of college was in full swing, parties became a daily occurrence. With the fraternities and sororities at the forefront of those events.

So when you walked into your 9am that morning, you weren’t surprised to hear that’s what the entire class was discussing. You tiptoed through the crowded rows of seats, normally you would arrive a tad bit early to avoid maneuvering through people but that extra ten minutes of sleep did something to amazing to your soul. Your best friend was gnawing on the base of her mechanical pencil the moment you sat down. You weren’t the type to necessarily have a friend that was closer to you than every one else but Denver was different. She was really easy to speak to and always always had your best interest. You two had been put in the same dorm freshman year and when you found out she had the exact same major as you, it only further sealed the deal.

“So, are you going to the party tonight?” Denver wasn’t making eye contact. Instead she was facing straight forward as if she was listening to the instructor to avoid being called out for talking. You took the moment to actually evaluate your best friend.

Denver was adopted. For a long time she struggled with her physical self due to attempting to conform to european beauty standards, but you took pride in helping her truly love herself and her culture. How could she hate something so unique and original?

She had extremely thick and long black hair that she kept tied into a high ponytail. Only a few stray pieces were kept out to adorn her face. Her skin reminded you of cocoa with just a few tablespoons of milk mixed in to create a dewy brown. She was beautiful. And you may or may not have had a intimate experience sophomore year when a thunderstorm cut off all of electricity on campus, but that was a different story for a different day.

“I don’t think so D! I feel like I’ve grown out of them. Aren’t they all the same at this point?” You were speaking while simultaneously jotting down notes. Unbeknownst to you, a certain curly haired frat boy was behind you eaves dropping.

“Oh no lovie. This one is going to be different.” You and Denver turn around to meet a pair of emerald eyes under arched brows.

“Lovie? Harry you’ve been throwing the same lame ass parties year after year.” Denver muffles her chuckle at your comeback.

“Then why do you make an appearance year after year?” You rolled your eyes and adjusted yourself to where you were facing forward again.

He was right. You did make an appearance frequently but what else were you supposed to do when everyone who was worth spending time with was at these said events? And where else would you find people to hook up with? And what if you were looking for a certain somebody to hook up with?

The rest of the class period was spent in silence, and you were kind of grateful for it. You actually enjoyed your major and everything about it only further intrigued her.

“All right. We’ve got an exam coming up at the end of next week so please stay on top of your notes and online assignments. You all are dismissed.” It didn’t even take a second for the sound of backpacks zipping to overwhelm the room.

Denver is right behind you as you make a beeline for the door.

“Ms. Y/L/N? May I speak to you for a moment?” Your professor hasn’t looked up from his desk as he speaks to you. Denver gives you a sympathetic look.

“I’ll wait for you in the hallway girl.” You nod.

Harry brushes past you intentionally nudging your shoulder.

“Oooh! Someone’s in trouble!” He throws his head back to laugh.

You didn’t know if you wanted to suck his dick or kick his ass in that moment.

Your standing in front of your professor awaiting his response.

“I’m so pleased with your work this semester young lady! You’re on track to make the highest overall grade I’ve ever given. If you’re able to keep that up, I’d love to get you into a summer internship program that could possibly guarantee you a job after graduation. How does that sound?”

You can feel each beat your heart makes.

thump thump. thump thump.

Fuck! Was this actually happening? Was all of your hard work paying off?

“Oh my god! YES! You have no idea how much this means to me professor peterson.” You’re so eager to relay the news to Denver that you take off before saying goodbye, only to make a quick ball change and jog back in to bid farewell.

As you catch back up to Denver, your brain is moving far quicker and your mouth can’t quite keep up.

“ohmygoddenverhesaidimbasicallyageniusandhesgonnagetmeajobandohmygoodnessthisiseverythingiveeverwantedandmore!” Your chest is rising and falling at a quick pace. Denver is uncontrollably giggling.

“That’s great babe! I’m so excited for you.” She pulls you into a tight hug. Denver then wraps her left arm around your shoulder while utilizing her right hand to create a nonexistent rainbow.

“Everything is up from here Y/N. I feel it in my hooha.”

You both break out in an uncontrollable laughter and you take her arm in yours hooking at the elbow.

“How I’d love to see the two of you like that. With no clothes. In my room.”

The speed at which the both of your heads whip around must’ve surpassed a world record.

Your met with harry and his best friend Benji.

“Ew. Did your cis gendered ass just sexualize a relationship that, by the way, is completely platonic between two women to fit whatever sick fucking fantasy is in your head!?” Denver growls in disgust.

Freshman year of college introduced you and Denver to a new way of woman’s empowerment and you haven’t been the same since.

“Don’t mind Benji, he thinks with his dick too much. Will we be seeing you two tonight?” You both exchange looks before simultaneously giving a stern no.

You both whip back around and continue walking.

Harry puts on a quick jog to catch up.

“Seriously!? I would love to see you both there, we all know you’re the life of the party.” Harry’s grin makes a slight curve revealing both of his dimples along with his adorable bunny teeth. His eyes are gleaming today and his eyelashes delicately flutter everytime he blinks.

Oh god. Were you daydreaming about Harry?

“Okay fine, we’ll go.” You huff a bit before shifting your attention to Denver who looks nothing short of annoyed.

“Great! I’ll see you both there, and cheer up Denver. You never know what can happen on a night of fun!” He gives you both a quick wink before he confidently strolls away.

“Y/N! Did you seriously just fall victim to the patriarchy? We’re better than this. Did you see the way Benji undressed us with his eyes?” Denver’s shaking her head.

“It’ll be fun girl. We can get dressed really sexy and do eachother’s makeup!”

Well. Denver would be doing majority of the work, you weren’t particularly skilled in the beauty department besides a basic everyday look.

*****

“Quit blinking Y/N!” Denver’s got her hands wrapped around your head at this point.

“You want me to stop blinking yet you’re about to poke my eye out?” Denver finished applying a touch of white eyeliner to your bottom lash line to give you a more awake and vibrant look. Your anxiety is causing your knees to bounce up and down. Were you really this nervous for a guy?

“Girl what are you so jittery for?” Denver cackles. You hadn’t been completely honest with your best friend but how could you be when you weren’t completely honest to yourself? Maybe. Just maybe you were excited to see harry tonight.

“Oh, nothing. It’s a habit. Should we get dressed now?” Your weak attempt at changing the subject doesn’t go unnoticed to Denver.

You quickly shoot up from her vanity and head to her closet. You two always shared clothes especially when it was time to make an appearance. Denver was usually the type to spend the extra dime on her apparel as well so you knew she was stocked with goodies. You settle on a navy and floral slip dress that leaves little to the imagination.

Accentuating your chest with a single pearl pendant.

You decide to dress it down with a pair of white trainers.

Your gazing at yourself in the floor length mirror before shifting your attention Denver. Who decided to take a different route with a utility style skirt that just brushed past her bum as well as a sheer white button up blouse with a bralette peaking through.

You did say you knew you were that bitch, it’s only right your best friend is as well.

Fluffing your hair one last time until it settles in it’s natural state, you grab your wristlet and head out with Denver.

****

The bass of the music is vibrating the floors, so much that you almost mistook it for an earthquake. There’s so many things happening at once that you’re not quite sure where to focus your energy.

A group of guys on one half of the large frat house are playing a serious game of beer pong with profanities strung left and right. A group of what you presume are freshman girls are huddled watching those same boys secretly hoping to be chosen.

You take a mental sigh. Your thoughts are interrupted by Denver rapidly back handing your upper arm.

You look at her face and follow her eyesight. Your eyes meet Harry who’s sat next to a gentleman you’ve never seen before. His hair is perfect styled with one single strand dropped to dangle just in front of his eye.

“Y/N, who the fuck is that!” Your giggling at Denver’s forwardness. Before you know it, she’s grabbed your arm and drags you over to Harry and his new friend.

“Hey Harry. Who’s your friend?” She was straight the point, wasn’t she?

“I admire your confidence.”

Okay. So new guy was a bit more confident than we anticipated.

“I have a few other things you could admire.” She takes a slow wet lick across her bottom lip before tucking her it into her mouth.

“Okaaay.. Let’s not do this right here.” You could cut their sexual tension with a knife.

New guy stands up before properly adjusting his clothing. He extends his hand towards Denver.

“Zayn.”

“Denver.”

Denver was bold.

They’re staring intently.

“Did you want to grab a drink?” Zayn then tops Denver’s boldness by tucking a loose strand behind her ear to get a better view of her beauty.

“I’d like that.” You just know she’s losing her shit inside.

Denver gives you a wink which makes Zayn take a breathy laugh before escorting her to the kitchen.

You shift your weight to the opposite leg and adjusts your posture.

“I knew she’d like him.” Harry takes a sip out of his red solo cup.

“So you planned this?” Your left eyebrow is raised, slightly amused by his effort.

“How else was I going to get you alone tonight?” He takes a step closer to you, his cologne of choice invades your senses. Making you feel a million things at once.

“Harry....” before you can continue, the entire house erupts in cheers. Harry puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the ruckus.

“Harry, mate! You’ve gotta join us.” Benji takes Harry into a headlock and guides him further in leaving you to stand amongst the crowd. You cross your arms across your chest, annoyed that your private moment was interrupted.

“Give me a second lovie.” There goes that stupid pet name, the pet name that makes your heart skip a beat every single time he calls you it.

The beer pong game that you once observed beforehand had escalated. With everyone in the house focusing their attention on the table. Benji and Harry were on one side with another two of their frat brothers on the other.

“You can’t randomly add Harry in! That’s cheating!” The two boys are making a fuss.

“I almost single handedly kicked both of your asses. I do what I please!” Benji counters.

There’s one last cup on the opposite side of the table, Harry must come in clutch during situations like these.

He raises his wrist and adjusts it just right with one eye closed to evenly line himself up. With one slight flick of the wrist, a small drop is heard signaling his success. The crowd erupts into an even louder cheer causing Harry to smile as wide as possible. He was in his element.

“I never knew you had so much finesse.” You say as Harry sways towards you.

Your both settled into the corner you initially started in, with a round of shots accompanying you.

You throw one back and make a face of sheer disgust. Harry can’t help but lose himself over your reaction.

“Not funny. That was disgusting!”

“Well lovie, we’ve got a couple more to go so you betta get used to it.”

He splits the shots between you two equally and you decide the best decision would be to quickly throw yours back and get it over with. Or so you thought.

“So how do you know Zayn?” You break the silence between you two and you’re pretty sure you can feel your shots catching up to you.

“We were best mates before college, but we drifted a bit after attending separate institutions. I found out he was transferring and I was excited as hell. We could start hanging out again like we used to. It was just hunch that told me Denver would go crazy over him.” He’s sipping his wine cooler while laughing and shaking his head at his own success.

You knew what he was saying but you weren’t exactly processing it. You’re lost in his emerald irises. The tequila was getting the absolute best of you that not even Harry was expecting what you were planning to do next.

He looks at you awaiting some sort of rebuttal.

You take both of your hands and cup his cheeks pulling him in for a sweet yet tender kiss.

Harry doesn’t budge, instead he begins to work his lips against yours giving your ass a gentle squeeze.

You pull back and take a deep breath.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

Harry takes his lips between his fingers as if he was savoring the moment. He takes your hand in his and guides you up the long staircase into an even longer hallway with multiple bedrooms. The first one on the left is his.

He pulls you in and shuts the door with your body against it. His lips are moving at a different pace, almost like a sense of urgency. Like he’s been dying for this moment to come. He hikes your dress up and wraps one of your legs around his waist.

Somewhere in the timeline of you knowing him, he must’ve picked up that you were on the aggressive side in bed, enjoying every dominant move he made.

“Fuuck Y/N.” His voice is hoarse as he works his way from your lobe down to your collarbone with sloppy and wet kisses. His member is growing rapidly.

His actions are only leaving you craving more. Harry moves your panties to the side to garner access. He pulls down his jeans and boxers. He then uses his tip to tease at your entrance. A hiss leaving his lips.

“H-Harry.. I want you.”

That was all he needed.

He slips into you with ease, picking a pace that’s quick and has your back slamming against the door. All you can do is scream at the pure euphoria not caring who in this house heard you.

“HARRY!” You’re screaming his name repeatedly, he adjusts his hips to hit your sweet spot. He grabs your face and forces you to look into his eyes. His brows furrowed, beads of sweat dripping down his temple. A side of him you’ve never seen, but a side that you want more of.

It doesn’t take much for you to both reach your highs, riding them out simultaneously.

He properly sets you down adjusting your dress for you.

“Please don’t tell Denver.” That’s all Harry hears from you before you scurry out of the door.

[jd-btsobsessed]

A Shoulder to Cry On

A/N: Ooh, boy, this one took a while to nail down.  This fic has gone through so many drafts and iterations of the core idea that I think I’ve lost track.  This is one of the very first ideas I knew I wanted to do when I started writing fanfic, and I think I finally got it to where I’m happy with it.

Also, how the hell is this the first fic I’m posting that’s about Jungkook?  Wow, for being a crazy obsessed fan...I’m really falling down on the job.

best-friends!AU, friends-to-lovers!AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Synopsis: It’s a typical boring Friday night/Saturday morning when your phone rings.  Jungkook is on the other end...and he sounds...well, broken.  Assuming this is due to yet another failed relationship, you let him into your apartment.  But as the night progresses, it turns out all may not be as it appears...

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4K

Oh, my god, so bored.

That’s the only thought running through my head as I scroll through the most recent updates on Netflix. Why is there never anything good to watch?  I glance at my phone for about the sixteenth time in two hours.  Still no notifications.  I don’t know what I was expecting.  It’s not like I actually have friends.  Well, except for Jungkook.

The two of us…yeah, we go way back.  Like, all the way back to middle school.  We’ve been best friends – and I mean best friends – for several years.  We tell each other everything, and we’ve been through a lot of shit together.  It’s so strange…Jungkook was actually my first crush, back before I even knew what a crush really was.  I was thirteen, and as far as I was concerned, boys were icky…except for Jungkook.  He…well, he wasn’t.  I didn’t have any other explanation beyond that, but at the time I didn’t need one – I was a fickle teenager.

I don’t really remember how we actually started talking, but once we actually met and started hanging out, those feelings faded pretty quickly.  I still thought he was cute – hell, I still do – but after I started to get to know him, I started to see him differently, and before I knew it we were best friends.  Before the school year had ended we had already told each other every so-called “dirty” secret we had – most of which involved who we were crushing on at the time. Typical teenager-y shit, you know.

But it wasn’t until we got to high school that we really became super close.  Our relationship really turned a corner after the very first time Jungkook had asked a girl out.  She rejected him – I don’t really know who in their right mind would turn a boy like him down, but whatever – and he came over to my house, crying his eyes out and saying he would never ask another girl out ever again.  I stayed up with him pretty much the entire night trying to do whatever I could to comfort him, which is perhaps why I remember falling asleep in history class the following day.

I didn’t have my first foray into the dating world until sophomore year, but when I did…oh, boy. Basically, I was an idiot.  I had tried to be bold and ask a guy that I liked out for coffee one day, but as it happens that guy was a complete asshole. He not only rejected me, but told me that it was weird for a girl to ask a guy out in the first place.  He said it “just wasn’t normal”.  Whatever…dick.

So what did I do? I ran crying to Jungkook.  I explained the whole thing to him – through sobs and hiccups, of course…I don’t know how he managed to understand a word I said that day.  I do seem to remember the asshole coming to school the next day with a few cuts on his face and a bandaged hand though.  Somehow I always knew it was Jungkook’s doing, but when I confronted him about it, he just told me not to worry and that should any other guys try to screw me over in any way, he would…take care of it.  Hmm.

That cycle continued into our college years.  Even though we ended up going to different schools, we weren’t more than a couple of hours apart, so it wasn’t that big of a deal for Jungkook to just jump in his car – I didn’t have a car at the time – and come crash in my dorm room.  In fact, he made a habit of doing just that at least every other weekend.  He claimed he had friends on campus besides me, but I never actually met those “friends”, and I’m not convinced they even existed, since Jungkook would never spend more than hour away from me when he visited.

But while my dating life had slowed way down – okay, I won’t lie, it was practically nonexistent – Jungkook’s had seemingly stayed quite steady over the years.  It didn’t seem like he was too terribly interested in long-term relationships though, since the last time either of us had had to call the other for support was freshman year.  Still, we stayed closer than ever, and we even planned it out so that we could both come to each other’s graduation parties.  It was awesome.

I stifle a yawn as I toss my phone back onto the couch next to me.  It is 2:00 in the morning.  I should probably go to sleep soon.  Aw, but it’s Saturday.  Nobody cares if I sleep until 1:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday.  Maybe I’ll just—

So show me, I’ll show you…Show me, I’ll show you…So show me, I’ll show—

“Hello?” I answer my phone, interrupting the beautiful melody I chose as a ringtone.  Who on earth could be calling me at this hour of the—

“Y/N.”

The voice is quiet, broken…empty.  I’m slightly taken aback at how inhuman it sounds – like an imitation of a human voice rather than the real thing.

“I know I woke you,” it continues, “but, please…this is really important…”

There’s only one person I know that I’ve ever heard sounding this broken…but why is he calling me at this ungodly hour of the night?

“Kookie?” I whisper. “Kookie, what’s wrong?  Where are you?”

There’s a long pause, then Jungkook finally replies, “Can you let me in?”

I can hear muffled footsteps that suddenly stop in the background.  I slowly get up and make my way to my apartment’s front door, wondering what on earth could’ve brought him to my doorstep at 2:00 in the morning. As the door swings open I nearly drop my phone at the sight that greets me.

It is Jungkook, but he’s a shell of his former self.  His eyes are red, puffy, and hollow like a man whose soul has left him.  His cheeks are still wet, presumably with tears he hasn’t bothered to wipe away.  His dark brown hair is a tousled mess – it looks like he’s been running his hands through it all night.  He stands in my doorway, his shoulders drooped and head hanging low.  His whole demeanor is just…awful.

“Oh, my god, Kookie,” I whisper, moving forward to wrap my arms around his waist.  “Oh, my god, what happened to you?”

“I can’t—” Jungkook’s sobs cut off his words as he drops his head to my shoulder.

He wastes no time curling his arms around me, holding me tightly to him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.  His breathing is ragged and uneven as he cries into my sweatshirt, the sounds muffled by the weight of the material.  I’ve never seen him this bad.  All the times I’ve seen him fall apart over a girl…it’s never been this bad.

What the hell happened to him?

  Ah, man, I think as I open my eyes.  How long has it been?

I try to move under the blanket on the couch, but the weight of an extra body keeps me from going too far.  Jungkook grumbles in his sleep, clutching my waist tighter to him as I try to reach for my phone.  I unlock the screen and nearly drop the thing, momentarily blinded by its brightness.

4:00am.  So it’s only been a couple of hours…yet somehow we both managed to fall asleep during that movie.  I had insisted that we put on something lighthearted and fun, more for background noise than anything else.  I know from experience that when Jungkook is sad or heartbroken or depressed – or all of the above – he needs something to distract him from the intensity of his feelings.  He had insisted on cuddling up with me on the couch, which I was more than happy to do – I always am, especially when he’s in such a state – and that’s what brings us to our current situation.

Setting my phone down, I gently stroke the top of Jungkook’s head as it rests on my chest. Jungkook’s said before that my boobs make pretty nice pillows – typical college guy, but it’s never offended me.  I’d rather be told that than the laundry list of downright awful pickup lines that have been thrown at me in various party settings.

Poor guy.  I wonder what exactly happened to reduce him to such a pitiful state.

Just as I’m thinking this, I feel Jungkook stir on top of me.  His legs move just enough to support him so that he can heft his head off of my chest and look at me with sleepy eyes.

“Hmm,” he groans, his voice rough and gravelly.  “What time is it?”

“4:00,” I whisper, using the opportunity to readjust my legs under him.

Jungkook’s head drops softly back to my chest and he makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a chuckle.  I swallow the giggle that bubbles up at the sight, but just as I’m about to say something, a familiar sound fills the air – the rumbles of my empty stomach.

“Hungry?” Jungkook quips lazily as he peels himself off of me.  “I am too.”

I move to stand, thanking the powers that be for the freedom of movement.  Sometimes I forget how heavy that boy is.  I mean, he is a good eight or so inches taller than I am, so it makes sense.  It’s just been quite a while since anything like this has happened – long enough that I forgot what it feels like to have a full-grown man sprawled on top of me.

A good twenty or so minutes later I’m setting a big bowl of ramen in front of Jungkook at my tiny breakfast bar.  The boy closes his eyes and slowly inhales, almost drinking in the steam coming off of the broth, and for the first time tonight, he smiles.  It’s small and very much more subdued than usual, but I’ll take it.

“Thanks,” he says softly, looking at me with genuine gratitude on his face.

“Ah, it’s no big thing. You know you can always—”

“No,” Jungkook cuts me off, reaching for my hand and looking directly into my eyes, “I’m serious.”

Uh, okay.  It’s just ramen.  The question from before flashes back to my mind, and now I’m more curious than ever.  My concern for Jungkook’s wellbeing is also still present, but has definitely lessened given what’s gone down in the last couple of hours.  I watch as the boy starts eating, and I think perhaps he might be ready to talk.  It’s just a matter of how to ask him.

“Um,” I begin tentatively, “so, do you wanna, you know…talk about…anything?”

“Like?” Jungkook replies without looking up from his noodles.

“Like, why you’re sitting in my kitchen at 4:00am slurping down a huge bowl of ramen…”

“What?  I like the ramen you make.  Is that a crime all of a sudden?”

“Jungkook…”

My voice is firm yet gentle as I grab his hand and look him dead in the eyes.

“Why are you here?”

The boy doesn’t say anything right away.  Instead he just stares wide-eyed at me, seemingly searching my face for something. It’s not uncomfortable yet, but if the air in here gets any heavier, it’s gonna give the smog outside a run for its money.

“I can’t tell you,” Jungkook finally says in a hollow voice as he drops his gaze to his bowl.

“What?  Why not?” I ask, the frustration building up in my voice. “Do you think I’ll be mad at you or something?  Because if that’s the case, I don’t know where you’ve been for the last decade. You should know by now that it would take—”

“That’s not it.  At least, I hope not.”

Jungkook sighs quietly, searching the air above him for the words he needs.

“Then what is it?” I ask slowly, confused more by his tone than his words.

Silence takes over the room for a moment as Jungkook gazes back at me, his eyes filled with something I’ve never seen in them before – guilt.  Okay, this is getting too real.

“Kookie, you’re starting to scare me.  You’ve gotta tell me what’s wrong.  Normally I wouldn’t push this hard, but I want to help you, and I can’t if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“I want to tell you,” the boy whispers, “really, I do.  But…it’s just…”

A forceful sigh leaves his lips, and his eyes fall back to the countertop.  This is really weird – and it’s actually starting to freak me out a little.  I’ve never, never seen Jungkook like this – usually, even when he’s just been dumped, he closes in on himself for a few days. During those times he hardly ever says anything until he’s ready to talk about what happened.  But he never, never flat out refuses to tell me what’s bothering him.

As my concern for my best friend grows, I decide to take a different approach.

“Are you just not ready to talk yet?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper.  “If that’s it, then that’s cool.  We can just hang out for a while – watch something else if you want. I don’t care.  You’re just…  You’re really freaking me out here, Kookie.”

I get my answer when Jungkook stands, comes around the breakfast bar, and swallows me in a tight hug.  I waste no time hugging him back, and my eyes close as I hear his breath hitch in his chest.  The tears are coming back.  I’m just about to say something else when Jungkook beats me to the punch.

“Thank you,” he muffles into my sweatshirt, sniffing a little.

He pulls back, wiping his face with the sleeve of his black hoodie.

“You can, um, go to bed…if you want,” he mumbles.  “I can just crash on the couch.”

“Are you sure?” I ask gently, taking a tentative step forward.  “You sure you don’t want a cuddle buddy or anything?  You know I’m okay with that…”

Jungkook shakes his head and forces a weak smile onto his face, but his eyes stay murky and dark. I nod, turning to head for my bedroom. I feel bad for just leaving him alone like this…but if it’s what he wants, then I guess that’s his choice. Man, I can’t wait for this to blow over so I can find out what actually happened to mess him up so badly.  Call me calloused if you want, but at this point, I’m beyond curious to know…well, everything.

I take my time getting ready for bed – and I won’t lie, my conscience is needling me to go back to the living room and force Jungkook to either let me stay on the couch with him or drag him back to my room and make him sleep in there.  I’m not necessarily scared to leave him alone – I just feel like an awful friend for not pushing harder when I know he’s probably not in a terribly stable state of mind.  In fact, I feel so bad about it that, after only twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, I sit up.

Fuck this, I think as I toss my blankets aside.

The living room is dark and still when I open my door – and I mean, really, what was I expecting? Jungkook said he was going to go to sleep on the couch.  Still, though, I slowly inch forward.  There’s just enough light from the streetlights outside for me to navigate around my furniture, and I notice a human-shaped lump on my couch as I approach.

Hmm.  I guess he really meant what he said.  Well…now I feel stupid for even coming out here.  I was worried for nothing.  Oh, well.  Better to satisfy my curiosity and wandering mind than lay in bed for the remaining hours until sunrise and wonder.  All right, well, back to bed—

“Oh…god.”

The utterance is soft, but in the absence of all other ambient sound in the room, it sounds startlingly loud. I jump in place and turn to see Jungkook half propped up on the couch, his eyes wide and fixated on me.  It’s now I remember what I’m wearing – or rather, not wearing.  Pants.  I chose to sleep in just an oversized t-shirt and panties tonight, more out of laziness than anything else.  It’s laundry day tomorrow – cut me a break.

My cheeks immediately start to heat up as I realize the predicament I’m in – which is weird, because throughout all the years of our friendship, Jungkook has never cared about this kind of shit.  It’s always been, “eh, sure, run around half-naked – I don’t give a fuck”.  That kind of mutual attitude is the reason why I know beyond a shadow of a doubt how amazingly ripped my best friend is.  He’s walked around in my dorm room in just boxers before due to an accident involving a large soda and an unsteady table. Yeah, that was a fun day.

“Oh, uh, s-sorry,” I stammer, turning frantically to run for my bedroom – and almost immediately banging my shin into the edge of my coffee table.  “Oh, god!  Ow!”

I fall to my knees, clutching my sore leg and squeezing my eyes shut against the pain – which is why I don’t notice when Jungkook joins me on the floor.

“That sounded pretty bad,” he says from right beside me, making me jump again.  “I heard that thunk – you’ll definitely have a bruise tomorrow.”

There’s a pause as he turns on the flashlight on his phone and sets it aside so it doesn’t blind us, and then, “Why are you still awake?”

“Why are you still awake?” I repeat back.  “I would’ve thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I was getting there. I was actually just starting to doze off when I heard your door open.  After a few minutes of not hearing anything, I decided to roll over and see what was up, but when I did…well…”

Jungkook gestures to my entirely exposed legs before sheepishly locking his eyes on the floor.  Well, shit.  I’m the one that stopped him from going to sleep.  Now I feel like an even worse friend than before.

“Oh, sorry…about that,” I mumble, surreptitiously trying to pull my t-shirt down to cover my legs.

“What’s your excuse?” Jungkook asks.

“I, uh, couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t help feeling awful for just leaving you alone like this, so I finally gave up and came out to see if you were really okay.”

A tiny smile crosses Jungkook’s face as he looks back up at me, and this time his eyes look…different from before.  Before they were heavy and black, swirling with pent up emotion that needed to be released.  But now they’re…I don’t know, lighter?  Brighter? Happier?

The silence stretches on, our gazes locked on one another.  It’s now that I notice a definite shift in atmosphere surrounding the two of us. Jungkook starts to scoot closer to me, and I begin to internally panic as he reaches for my hand – the one that’s still holding the sore spot from a few minutes ago.  Softly, tenderly, he begins to pull my fingers away from my leg, and before I can say anything, he leans in and places a featherlight kiss on my shin.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers so softly I almost miss it.

Okay.  This has taken a turn I was not expecting.  Not that I’m complaining – far from it, in fact.  But there’s no denying that this is a little weird, especially coming from Jungkook of all people.  I mean, this is the guy that used to ruffle my hair and chase me around the park with dead bugs that he’d found and wanted to make me touch.  This is the guy that used to brag about being able to drink any of his buddies under the table, even challenging his roommates to prove him wrong. That guy…that guy is the one holding my hand and kissing my leg because I hurt myself on accident.  That guy is the one cradling my face in his hands, tenderly brushing his thumb over my cheekbone.  That guy is the one leaning in to kiss me…

It’s not a very long or involved kiss – more like just a firm peck on my lips – but somehow it feels like so much more.  We sit in silence after Jungkook pulls away, and he leans his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.  I think he must expect me to push him away or something, because he doesn’t move for several minutes.  Meanwhile, all I can do is blink and try to convince myself that I’m not dreaming – that really just happened.  What the actual fuck—

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mutters, still not opening his eyes, “but I couldn’t hold back anymore.  I’ve wanted to do that for…oh, god, so long. You have no idea.”

“W-why?” I finally squeeze out.

Jungkook’s eyes open and our gazes lock once more.

“Because…” he sighs, “I… Well, I might as well say it.  I love you, Y/N, so much.  I don’t know exactly when it started, but what I do know is…I’m crazy about you.  That’s what I couldn’t tell you earlier.  I was too—”

“No,” I cut him off.

Jungkook’s brow furrows and his expression falters.

“No?  No what?”

“Why…are you sorry?”

That question seems to stump Jungkook, and we sit in silence yet again, but now my head is beginning to clear.  I’m starting to wrap my brain around what’s been happening these last few hours…and why Jungkook was so startled to see me in only a t-shirt and underwear.  He cares now because he doesn’t see me as just a friend anymore.  The days of him chasing me around and laughing at my cheesy teenage attempts to be sexy are gone – and now it’s time for a change.

I feel my mouth stretch into a smile as I close the distance between us, stopping millimeters above Jungkook’s lips.

“If you’re gonna kiss me,” I whisper, “at least do it right.”

There’s a half-second pause where I see Jungkook’s eyes light up, and I realize I just gave him the permission he was secretly asking for – and I’m totally okay with that.  He practically pounces on me then, his fingers threading into my hair, his lips hot and heavy on mine.  It doesn’t take long for him to slip his tongue into my mouth, and I can’t contain the moan that slips from the back of my throat.

Jungkook pulls away long enough for us to breathe and whispers against my kiss-bitten lips, “Well, I guess my secret’s out.  It’s your choice though whether or not this goes anywhere.”

I’m panting heavily at this point, and my head is foggy with overwhelming arousal.  I never realized before how amazingly sexy Jungkook is…but damn, if I’d known he was this good of a kisser, I would’ve been on top of that shit a long time ago.  As to Jungkook’s assertion regarding my choice in the matter – hell, I’d be the biggest idiot in the known universe if I passed up an opportunity like this.  I know already what I want as I pull Jungkook to his feet alongside me.

Stretching up on tiptoe, I whisper, “What if you don’t like my choice?”

There’s a dark glint in Jungkook’s eyes as he gazes hungrily back at me and smirks.

“Somehow,” he says, eyes fixed on my lips, “I don’t think there’s much of a chance of that happening.”

I smile and slide my hands down his firm chest, looping my arms around his waist.  With a quirk of an eyebrow, I slip both hands into the back pockets of Jungkook’s jeans, and I relish the feeling and sound of his breath catching in his throat.

Letting out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl, Jungkook leans down and whispers, “You keep that up, and I’ll make sure you don’t cum first.”

“Oh, really?  Well, we’ll see about that,” I punctuate my statement with a slight squeeze to Jungkook’s ass, “now won’t we?”

[erikismybitch]

Part 1

Welcome home .

This city was called Nightland . A small place edging near the southern boot of the country. Humidity and fog conquered the air most seasons. The perfect place for the pale. Except for summer, the heat was unbearable in that time . She remembered everything so well, her name was Shanae. Born in Nightland to a creole mother and absent father.

Shanae, her name was French meaning “god is gracious “. Thia, her mother , named her this because the female ancestors before her all died during child birth . She survived, seeming to have broken one of the many curses placed upon her family . Thia was left with just an older sister, Toni, who stayed back in Nightland when Thia fled to another state . Just she and her precious Shanae. Both sisters tall, fair and beautiful. Shanae inherited all the beauty, and her brown skin from her father .

There was no turning back now . Shanaes lease was up and the plane ticket was a one way. The storage shipment was already paid in full. The company made sure to highlight the huge “no refunds “ policy on the receipt.

Now an adult, Shanae could hardly make ends meet in Washington DC. She didn’t finish college , and luckily landed an administrative position at a school . She figured she’d move back to Nightland and finish school there. Her aunt Toni died three months ago, leaving Shanae a small inheritance and her house. The money was enough for her to cover her bills for a while until she got things in order.

Most of her youth was spent here , summers always . Just the three of them in Toni’s big white House. There was a sun room where Shanae would indulge in her mother’s beignets and bacon. Her aunt Toni had the biggest bathroom in her room. The tub was so big that Shanae would put on goggles and pretend it was a pool. Her favorite part of the house was the wrap around porch. She would ride her pink bike in circles while her mom sat on the porch swing and watched her . Her dad was never in the picture , just in physical pictures that he left behind when he went to start his new family.

The summer of Shanae’s twelfth birthday, her mother went missing . By age thirteen she knew her mother was dead. Only death could keep her mother from her and it was the only explanation. All that was left to her mothers memory was a gold charmed bracelet . It never left Shanaes wrist .

This was only day one of this new life . The house was dusty , empty and cold from the fall weather . Shanae lit the bundle of sage and let the ambiance capture each room.

“I renounce all evil spirits, I renounce all evil spirits” she chanted over and over as she did her walk through . Once she reached Toni’s room she stopped . She kept a candled shrine with photos of all the ancestors to the right of her bed. Right in the center of the shrine was a big brown journal. A piece of paper was taped on the front .

“Shanae, prepare yourself “

It was written in Toni’s hand writing . She was no stranger to the journal . Her delicate fingers ran over the rough cover after she grabbed it. The book was somewhat of a family heirloom . The pages were filled generational sick remedies, stories of the past and most of all , theories of the supernatural. Yes, Shanae was a believer of the unknown . It’s how she was raised . Her aunt used to tell her stories about people in the town. And most of all to stay away from certain places .

“Don’t roam to where the cypress trees are too tall. All kinds of things lurk in the darkness , looking for special girls like you”

She thought about the things Toni spoke about . Her mother, not so much.

“Not everything is bad here , I like to give people chances” her mother would say .

“And that kind of talk is going to get Shanae in trouble one day!” Toni would argue with her sister . Shanae would usually fade into the distance and travel where her curiosity led her . She was much like her mother in that way. If Toni caught her near the tall trees or out in the darkness, she would spank her good . But still, it never stopped her .

Shanae glanced at the antique wall clock , it was broken so she found her phone . The evening time was approaching and she needed to find a store. Cleaning products were nonexistent , the fridge was empty and she needed bedding that didn’t belong to a dead woman . Her storage shipment wouldn’t arrive for two more days . She found a Walmart through google , then the keys to her aunts old powder blue thunderbird .

The Walmart was huge , and seemingly the mecca for this small town . It was packed like a party . She went inside and gathered a basketful of things she needed .

“Hey?” A voice spoke from the isle she was in, Shanae spotted a girl she once knew . “Remember me?” She asked.

“Oh my god, Daphne Ray!” Shanae said excitedly. Partly because she loved that southern people had two first names . She wished her mother would have given her a true name like that . The two girls embraced with a hug .

“What are you doing here , it’s been so long” Daphne’s southern accent was just as thick as she was.

“I moved back, my aunt left me her house so... I’m-here” Shanae stuttered, she hoped that Daphne wouldnt ask about her aunt... she didnt, everybody in town already knew. It was that small.

“Glad you’re back , think we can catch up ?” She asked , attempting to jump straight back into the friendship they shared years ago .

“Absolutely, just let me kno-“

“Girl, I’m off in fifteen minutes I can ride along with you “

Before Shanae could deny the eager request, Daphne ran off. Company wasn’t exactly what she wanted tonight , but it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to talk to . Friends had never really been Shanaes thing , she found comfort in her loneliness. Especially after her mother disappeared.

After Daphne rang her items up slowly , just to kill time , the two of them left together . It was a short drive back to “my aunts house” as Shanae kept saying . She still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that the house belonged to her now.

“I always liked to come here. This big ass house , big ass yard” Daphne admired the view from the drive way . The two of them got out of the car as she continued. “ My moms little apartment with six brothers , a sister , and three bedrooms” Daphne’s voice was filled with animosity. Shanae couldn’t figure out if it was towards her own mother or the fact that she didn’t grow up the way Shanae did . At least she still had a family .

“How are you?” Shanae asked , even with the significant shift in her life she still cared .

“Still living there “ she snapped quickly.

Shanaes mom and aunt forbid her from going to Daphne’s house as a kid. She always assumed it was because they were poor and lived in a bad neighborhood. She had no shame in admitting that her family was a bit stuck up . Little did Shanae know, she was forbidden with strong reason.

“Well, how’s John? “ Shanae wanted to shift the mood by asking about Daphne’s brother. She had six, but John was the only one that held significance .

“That’s funny you asked, he moved out a long time ago . I’m sure he’d be happy to hear you’re back “

John was her first teenage love, and the boy who took her virginity . Daphne told her that he hadn’t started a family yet and was probably waiting on her . Shanae laughed, she knew John had to be over her by now.

Her aunt Toni hated John so much.

“I see how he looks at you, stay away from his black ass!” Toni would always poke at his dark skin, fighting her own internal issues . His skin was the first thing that drew her niece to him. John was almost as dark as night, so was everyone in his family . Shanae thought he was so beautiful with his broad shoulders and ivory white smile . Unbeknownst to Toni , Shanae used to sneak out while he waited around the corner in his old pick-up truck . Like most companions in the south, he was much older than her. And to those of ignorance, they saw nothing wrong with it . John waited until she was sixteen to pursue her , he was just shy of twenty three. John took his time with her , molding her exactly the way he wanted . Especially when it came to sex, he taught her everything . How to ride him with confidence. The anatomy of his dick and what felt good to him. And most of all , never to fret when making eye contact .

“I’m sure he has better things to look forward to, rather than his ex-girlfriend from a long time ago “

“You’ll be surprised” Daphne assured her. Then she snuck a “can I stay over tonight?” Question in so swiftly , Shanae didn’t have time to contest . There were five rooms for her to choose from , but somehow she chose to sleep with Shanae like when they were children . She leased Daphne a pair of her aunts old pijamas, without telling her they were hers of course .

“You’re taking over your aunts old room, you don’t get creeped out ?” Daphne asked . They were in complete darkness , Shanae felt comfort in a dark room . Any source of light wouldn’t alow her to sleep at night .

“No, you know nothing scares me . If anything spirits protect us from the bad things” Shanae felt her friend shift from the other side of the king bed .

“Here you go with that spirit shit . You still into that stuff , huh ?”

“Yes, I’m still in to that stuff... it’s real Daphne “

She quieted down for a little while , just when Shanae thought she had found peace Daphne spoke again.

“Remember that book?”

“We used to read it and scare ourselves when we were little “ Shanae laughed and rose from the bed . She found the light then geared towards the shrine . She grabbed the brown journal her aunt left behind . Once Daphne saw what she was doing , her attention was at full .

“Wow, you still have it huh”

“Yes I still have it . And my children’s children will have it just so they can learn about spirits and shit” she mocked Daphnis words from earlier . She sat back on the bed , but this time she rested closely to Daphne. She opened the book to a random page . The eight letter word was written across the top of the withered page .

Vampires

“Absolutely not!” Daphne yelled as she read along with Shanae . She laughed at her reaction , folded the outer corner of the page and closed it .

“Let me read one small part!” She was excited , that part of the journal was yet to be discovered by her. She opened the book slowly , back to the same page .

“Just one sentence , I’m not having nightmares about vampires”

Shanae read a little bit of the passage before she spoke out loud . Something about the words cut her curiosity.

“We are the only few Marters that exist , vampires and others of darkness crave our blood because it is with the purest form”

“A Marter?” Shanae spoke out loud , more to herself than her friend . She had heard the term Marter before , she just couldn’t remember the context at the moment.

“Are you gonna read it ?” Daphne asked , she noticed the way she stalled .

“You’re right , I don’t wanna give you nightmares...” Shanae closed the book and let it rest on her night stand . They both traveled to their sides. Daphne’s mind filled with anger towards her early work shift tomorrow . Shanae on the other hand , went to sleep with unanswered questions.

[zachdtfdempsey-blog]

Jealousy

Pairing: Zach x Reader Warnings: Very minimal swearing, a lil smut hehehe

A/N: This is my very first imagine ever. I’m not a writer so don’t get your hopes up too high.. Hahaha, not gonna lie, this has been in my drafts for weeks but I’ve been insecure about posting it. But here ya go! Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

It’s a typical warm summer night, and you’re getting ready for one of Bryce’s big parties.

You’re wearing a white spaghetti strap top, along with a red flannel and denim booty shorts. Underneath you’re wearing a sexy black bikini top and bottom.

You sit in front of your mirror and tie your hair up in a bun, when your phone buzzes. You look down to see a text.

Zach: You ready? You: Yep. Just meet me out front.

You and Zach Dempsey have been talking since the end of the school year, something you didn’t really know how to go about, mostly because he was one of the hottest jocks at school and you had no idea why out of all the girls in school, you were the one he wanted to talk to. He still had girls coming from every corner to get all over him, he never established anything between you two, and you were pretty sure none of his friends knew about you. You assumed you were probably just a fling. So instead of giving him all of you, you always held yourself back from becoming too attached, in order to prevent being heartbroken. The last thing you wanted was to get played.

That being said, this was only your second time seeing Zach all summer, since you’ve been holding yourself back. Though, the thought of seeing him again made you more excited than ever.

You grabbed your duffle bag (in the rare case you’d end up needing to sleep over), and headed downstairs to meet Zach at his car.

Locking the door behind you, you looked over at the car, where you saw Zach standing outside, leaning against it. He looked you up and down and bit his bottom lip as you walked over. “Damn, mama.” 

“Oh shut up,“ you responded playfully, as he wrapped his arms around you to hug you. You gotta admit, you missed the warmth of being in his arms. He opened the passenger door for you, and put your bag in his trunk.

He drives you both to Bryce’s place, which is about 15 minutes away from your neighborhood. You look out the window, gazing at the stars, when all of a sudden you hear Zach’s phone buzz.

“Y/N, can you check that for me?”

Looking down, you see it’s a text from one of the prettiest cheerleaders at school, Jess. 

This clearly upset you, as if Zach didn’t have enough girls waiting for a taste of him already. Now he pulls one of the hottest chicks you know? It wasn’t fair how he could possibly make you this jealous. This is why you were afraid to get attached.

“Who is it?” Zach asked, interrupting your train of thought.

“Oh, um, it’s that one cheerleader, Jess.” Irritated, you tossed his phone into his lap as he drove into Bryce’s driveway.

“Jess? What could she want from me?”

Oh, I have an idea, you thought.

You both got out of his car, and you walked into Bryce’s backyard, his arm around you. You didn’t wrap yours around his waist, which he was used to, giving him the sense that you were pissed off.

“You okay Y/N?” He asked, with a concerned look on his face.

“I’m great,” you said, faking a smile in his direction.

As you made your way to the hot tub, you stop suddenly when you see Jess, along with the rest of Zach’s friends, inside.

Great, she’s here, you thought.

“Why don’t we go in the house?” You suggested to Zach, before you were rudely interrupted.

“Zach! You’re here!” You turn to see Jess coming out of the hot tub to greet Zach. She has a great bod, it’d be no surprise if Zach left you right then and there.

She hugs him, the wetness of her suit soaking the dry clothes on his body. “I haven’t seen you since school ended. I missed you!” She turned around to look at you, with a smile, “Oh, hey Y/N, sorry didn’t see you there.”

You never ever gave in to anything that irked you, but in this moment you really wanted to smack her across the face.

But you didn’t.

“Hi, Jess,” you said with a small wave. Zach continued talking to her, not realizing you were irritated, and so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You ran inside to grab a couple of beers, and came back out to join the guys in the hot tub.

You unraveled your hair, which was previously in a bun, and began to strip. “Who’s ready to get fucked up?” You handed the beers to each of the boys as you took off your clothes, the boys whistling as your top and shorts came off. You knew the boys were too drunk to control their actions, which made it the perfect opportunity to get back at Zach.

“Damn, look at you Y/N. Didn’t know you could get freaky,” Bryce commented.

He did disgust you, but you played along and winked at him.

In your peripheral, you can see Zach staring you down. Perfect.

You joined the boys in the hot tub, and challenged them to a chugging contest.

As you see Jess enter the house, Zach decides to join in on the hot tub fun. He lifts off his shirt and enters the hot tub, and you realize your plan was backfiring. You scoot next to Justin Foley as he puts his arm around you. You look over at Zach, who immediately gives Justin a death stare. “Didn’t know you were such a party girl, Y/N.”

“Yeah, neither did I,” Zach said in a deep menacing voice. You could tell he was getting pissed. So you kept doing what you were doing.

“Wow Alex, have you been working out?” you said to Alex Standall, sitting across the tub.

“Uh… yeah.. a little. How’d you know?” He responds.

You slipped out of Justin’s arms and sat next to Alex, placing your hand over his abs, whispering loudly in his ear, “You just look really sexy tonight.”

He didn’t react the way you expected him to, which made you realize he was the only sober one in the tub. Feeling uncomfortable and confused, he pulled back and asked, “Dude, what is wrong with you?”

Zach’s voice bellowed across the tub, startling everybody in it. “YEAH Y/N, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

He gets out of the tub, shaking his head, and makes his way into the house. 

Justin wonders, “What’s up with him?” The rest of the boys stare at you with confusion, and you apologize for your immaturity, as you get out of the tub and follow Zach into the upstairs bedroom.

Walking up the stairs, you try to gain his attention. “Zach, I’m sorry.”

He walks into the bedroom, refusing to turn around to talk to you. You close the door behind you so that it’s just you two alone. Only silence and the bright moonlight filled up the room.

“Zach, I was just playing around–”

“Playing around? With what? My feelings?” He paces around the room, his trunks still soaking wet, dripping all around the carpet. “What the hell is going on with you? Canceling our plans, ignoring my calls, I acted like everything was okay between us but I guess it’s not. Do you know how long I’ve looked forward to this day for? This is our second time seeing each other this summer and this is how you treat me?”

You stood in one spot, your back facing the closed bedroom door as you watched Zach unravel his anger on you. You realized how much of a dick you were being, but continued to defend yourself. 

You yell, “You’re not the only one who feels like their feelings are getting played!” Zach stops pacing, and draws all his attention towards you.

“What the hell are you talking about Y/N?”

You sigh, “Do you know what it’s like to just stand aside and watch all these attractive girls drool all over you, trying to make moves, and I can’t do anything about it?” Zach listened attentively. “You just let Jess–”

“Oh, so this is about JESS! Are you for real right now?” Zach laughed, throwing his head back in frustration. “Jess is just a friend. Just another person. Okay? That’s all she is.”

You didn’t believe him. “Oh yeah, so that explains why she was all over you, with the whole ‘oh my god Zach, you’re here!’” you mocked.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re overreacting. But look, that’s the thing. I wasn’t all over her, like you were all over ALEX STANDALL’S NONEXISTENT ABS!”

Shit. He’s right. 

“Why do you even care? I’m nothing like those other girls at school! I’m not sexy, I’m not beautiful like them, I’m not popular like them–”

Zach walked towards you, causing you to back up against the door. Aggressively, he exclaims, “Who the hell cares?! I didn’t choose them.” He reaches his hand out to reach the door to lean over you. You can feel his breath brush your cheeks, as he looks into your eyes and says, “I chose you.”

Letting your insecurities get the best of you, you asked, “And why should I believe you?”

Without warning, Zach forcefully pushes his lips against yours, and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck as you get on your toes to kiss him back. He lifts you off the ground, gripping your thighs, as you wrap your legs around his waist. Running your fingers through his hair, he carries you across the room and places you gently onto your back on the bed, kissing you. You can feel the pressure of his tongue asking for entrance, and so your lips part, giving way for his tongue to dance against yours. You softly moan into his mouth which turns him on. He moves his hands from your waist to your ass, which he grasps tightly.

He whispers in your ear, “I chose you…”

You can feel his hard on through his trunks rub against your inner thigh, which was still wrapped around his waist. Your hands wander from his hair, down to his back. His lips travel to your jaw, down your neck, as he sucks on your collarbone. As he leaves his mark, your nails dig down his back, as you try to gain more satisfaction by rubbing yourself against him. You let out a soft moan as his hands move to your back. He reaches for the back of your bikini, and makes eye contact, asking for your approval. As you nod, he pulls the string and throws your bikini across the room. But before he can take in the sight of you half-naked, you’re both startled by the sound of laughter.

As Zach climbs off of you, you gasp, grabbing the bed comforter to hide your bare torso.  And there you see it. Justin carrying Jess into the bedroom, kissing her passionately. He pushes her against the wall, her hands running through his hair, his hands gripping onto her thighs. 

You and Zach look each other in the eyes, snickering softly, as this awkward moment filled up the silence of the room.

After sitting there for a good minute, wondering how you could both escape this situation, you decided to just make the two lovebirds aware of your presence. 

Zach loudly cleared his throat, “Ahem.”

Jess pulled away from Justin, you hear her whisper in his ear, “Dude, this room’s already taken!” She looks up over his shoulder to see Zach on the bed. “Oh, h-hey Zach…” she stuttered, as Justin gently placed her onto the ground. “…and.. Y/N?” 

Still protecting your body with the blanket, you wave at her, embarrassed, “Heeyyy Jess.”

Justin stares at you in shock, and apologizes to Zach. “Shit Dempsey, sorry, if I knew Y/N was your girlfriend I wouldn’t have moved in on her in the hot tub.”

You scoff, “Justin, I’m not his girlfriend.”

Zach, wraps his bare arm around you and stares into your eyes. “Yeah, you are.”

You blush and lean in for a kiss, when you’re interrupted by Jess, awkwardly standing against the wall with her arms crossed, watching. “Uhh.. you know, one of us pairs has to leave the room. Unless y’all want an orgy to happen up in here.”

You look at Zach to answer, and he responds, “Right. Um, you know what, we were here for a while, you can take the room now.” You frown to yourself in disappointment. You wanted to keep kissing him.

He gets up to leave, and you pull back at his arm to remind him you’re still naked. “Oh, shit. Sorry.” He goes to grab your bikini which was hanging on a lamp, and puts it back on you quickly. 

You get up from the bed, and follow Zach out of the room, as Justin and Jess close the door behind you. 

“That was so awkward,” you chuckle, holding Zach’s hand as he led you down the stairs. He walked you two back outside, through the backyard, past the hot tub. “Where are we going?” you asked in confusion, wondering why you were all of a sudden leaving the party.

He leads you back to his car, as he opens the door to the back seat, and gestures for you to go in. “We’re going to continue our session in the car.”

Zach crawls into the backseat with you, ready to press his lips against yours, when you stop him.

“Hey Zach,” he looks up at you, his eyes gleaming at your beauty. “I believe you.”

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For as long as I can remember my daughter Lindsey has always been my favorite. At thirteen years old she has grown into quite an amazingly beautiful young woman. She stands about five foot nine with incredibly long legs, beautiful curves, wavy, sandy brown hair, and a gorgeous smile to boot. She is super skinny. I could almost wrap both my hands around her small waist. Her sweet little ass and 32C breasts are tantalizingly and mouth wateringly turn heads everywhere she goes. Definitely more than a mouthful! Sometimes I catch myself ogling her, quickly correct myself and look away so that I’m not caught in an awkward situation.

It was just the other weekend that we were up at the lake. Lindsey had this cute fluorescent orange bikini on. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. We were having chicken fights, my oldest son was on my shoulders, and Lindsey was on her younger brother’s shoulders. I was making a video, and to look at it later, my mouth dropped when the video exposed

Lindsey‘s nice firm breasts peeking out of the bottom of her bright orange bikini top. As she fought him, her tits squeezed together forming a perfect valley. My God she is gorgeous I thought. Later I watched the video and sinfully I imagined myself jerking off into those beautiful tits.

My wife Danielle and I have been married for over twenty years, and needless to say our sex life is basically nonexistent. I’ve done the best I can to keep in shape, and I think I look pretty good for a fourty five year-old man. All of Lindsey‘s friends say I’m the cutest of all their dads.

Let me begin by saying that my wife Danielle sleeps like a rock, sometimes at night she’ll begin to obnoxiously snore. Unfortunately I am a light sleeper and when she starts to snore there’s nothing in no way I can get back to sleep I’ve tried kicking I tried bouncing on the bed pretty much everything I can for snoring might stop for about a minute but then she starts up again.

Advertisements Now Lindsey for the past several years will come in during the middle of the night because she’s had a bad dream. Most of the times I’m awake, and I’ll feel a tap on my shoulder and Lindsey will quietly whisper “daddy I’ve had a bad dream is it OK if I sleep with you?�� Of course I’ve never had any problem with Lindsey is lying in the bed in the middle the night and she’s afraid. It’s completely normal that young girl like her to want some comfort after she’s had a nightmare. I will have to say however, that recently I’ve had some thoughts that have made me feel very guilty. After all she’s not a little girl anymore.

As a matter of fact if I weren’t Lindsay‘s dad, I would have to say she’s quite a sexy, little vixen with one hot little body.

As Lindsey slid into bed next to me, She rested her head on my outstretched arm, and wiggled her little ass snuggly against might now semi aroused loins. if I hadn’t been already, now I was completely awake. As Lindsey settled in and begin to drift off to sleep, I became acutely aware but there was not much separating my increasingly stiffening membrane and the soft warmth of her untouched, incredibly alluring young pussy.

Lindsey customarily would wear one of the many oversized shirts that I had given to her when she was much younger. Now that she had grown a few inches, my old T-shirts would barely cover the bottom of the ass.

Tonight as she continued to make herself comfortable, the T-shirt that she had draped over herself, began to rise up exposing her mid drift, and now small fabric of her lacy panties, was the only thing that kept her from being completely naked, lying next to her father in bed.

I laid pretty much motionless for about thirty minutes, all the while my mind began racing, overwhelmed with thought that somehow,as wrong as it all might be, I was very much sexually excited having this lush, physically able body lying next to me in, my very sexually deprived state.

“How could you even think that!” I kept saying to myself, trying to punish myself for even having a thoughts about being sexually attracted to my thirteen year-old daughter. Yet, there I lay with an overwhelming desire to reach over and softly touch that which no father should touch.

Sex stories: My younger sister Tony.part-3 Fighting myself for what seemed like an eternity, I slowly reached over with my other hand, and wrapped my arm around her waist. It seemed like Lindsey was definitely still fast asleep. I lay-there for another five minutes, and then very gently with the palm of my hand cupped her left breast over her night shirt and wrapping my fingers ever so slightly tucked under her armpit. I could feel my bare forearm touching the nakedness of her body just slightly under her breasts. Her chest rose and sank with each breath that she took heaving slightly and I was confident that she must certainly be sleeping.

Ten more minutes past as I lay motionlessly with my hand now virtually groping my own daughter! Was it really wrong, questioned myself, after all I was just comforting my daughter. It wasn’t like I was actually engaged in any kind of sexual activity with her. I justified in my mind that while I certainly wouldn’t want Danielle to know, I didn’t feel too guilty. Obviously, I reasoned that nothing else would happen beyond what was already occurring.

Then something changed…..

Lindsey shifted, and brought her hand up to mine and interlocked her fingers with mine pulled us tightly against her swelling breast, and squeezing lightly our hands against her body. I could feel her small nipples harden slightly in between my fingers, and immediately my now rising cock jumped alertly lightly touching the backside of little ass. I could feel the tip of my dick kissing the small valley between her firm cheeks.

“Lindsey I whispered, are you awake?” no response. I could feel her hand slacken a bit. My heart was pounding and quietly I whispered again “Lindsey, Are you OK?” Still there was no answer. My fully erect cock was now throbbing, and the lust filling my body had now completely overwhelmed any sense of logic and reason. The last thing in the world I was thinking was whether or not this was wrong. I just needed, some kind of sexual release. By now, the tip of my now fully hardened dick was poking inconspicuously out from the fabric of the boxers I had worn to bed. Moving meticulously I quietly and carefully position the lower half of my torso closer closer the desires of my lust. By now her hand had gone someone limp again, and so very slowly I slid my right arm down carefully until my forearm rested just slightly above her hips are naked belly. With great care, I applied pressure, pulling her ever so slowly toward my wanton, manhood. I could feel the very tops of her hip bones jabbing my arm, as I put pressure on her belly, pulling her backside closer to my sex. With each inch, my cock began to slide between the now moist folds of her legs, resting carefully on her panties which by now were mostly soaked with her young virginal juices. I could feel my cock throbbing with excitement as I lay with my thirteen year-old daughter, nestled between her legs. I felt as though I might explode at any second. And straining with all of my ability somehow I managed to keep my composure, and prevent my incestuous seed from spilling out all over us.

This was pure heaven, but it wasn’t good enough to satisfy my sexual desires. I needed more. I wanted her!

Now unfortunately, I realized that something else I change also. Danielle my wife who was sleeping in the bed next to us, I had suddenly stopped snoring. Things become very quiet. I felt confident that even though I was in a compromising position with my daughter that I could just as easily move away and no one would be any the wiser. Then as quickly as she had stopped, Danielle rolled to her side away from us toward the edge of her bed and began happily snoring again.

Being cautious I waited about another fifteen minutes before taking any other action. I now was filled with the fear that maybe I might be discovered and doubt begin to creep in, and guilt it’s familiar friend right behind. That soon also left, when Lindsey pushed back slightly against my fully erect dick, sighing, as the friction between us gave way to a sudden gush from the tight folds of her increasingly wet slit.

Sex stories: My son come home and we Incestuous Homecoming At this point I honestly didn’t know if she was awake, so I lay there nervously wondering and imagining how horribly awful and wrong this could turn out for me. More time pass by, but that old monster inside me deepen my desire to continue on. More than anything in the world I wanted to grab her by the hips and thrust my manhood deep inside of her young pussy. In my minds eye, I could see myself pounding inside of her mercilessly,causing such a scene Danielle would wake, at the very moment I emptied my seed inside of our daughter.

How the desire and lust had built up inside of me like I had never known before. With my needy manhood firmly planted between her sweet young cheeks, I needed to either excuse myself to the bathroom or relieve myself where I am now started.

Just then Lindsey twitched, abruptly. I immediately relaxed my tense arms and almost instinctively held my breath. Now I knew Lindsey was awake. I pretended to be asleep altering my breath carefully, mimicking the sounds of someone who was truly asleep. The only problem was I most certainly was not.

I heard a small, but audible gasp, and she carefully moved her hand down to the now thickened member which lay throbbing between her legs. Then I felt her The cold fingers over small hand touching the head of my dick with you and found buried between her legs. “Oh my God!” she said quietly, “Daddy?” “Daddy?”she whispered careful not to wake her mom. Not saying a word I lay there quietly, still playing like I was asleep. After a few moments, I felt her small fingers, she reached back, spreading her legs slightly, to discover more of what she had already found it. No she begin to caress the length of my cock very very carefully, surely trying not to wake me. I wanted to cry out with pleasure, but decided to see just how far she wanted to take this. She took the better part of five minutes exploring my dick with her fingers. And then very slowly I felt her ass moving backwards, pausing, and then moving forward again, along the length of my bulging cock. Then again back and forward I could feel the heat it was coming from or female opening. I could hear her stifling small mewing noises and now gratifying moans. “My God!” I thought to myself, “My daughter is pleasuring herself with her daddy‘s cock!” “She thinks I’m asleep!” Suddenly it occurred to me she might be just as passionate as I was about her.

Without thinking of much of anything else I carefully move my free hand underneath her nightshirt and began softly caressing, her soft but ample breast. It was when I gently pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger that she realized what was happening. “Oh God dad!” she gasped “Oh no!” “I’m so sorry… I’m so…. Oh my God, what am I doing!” She started whimpering when she pulled her hand away from the length of my cock. “It’s OK”was I whispered. “It feels good.” “Does it feel good for you?” “No! no! no! no!”she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry! This is so wrong! You must think I’m disgusting! Now I know I’m going to hell!” Lindsey protested. “No! It’s not like that at all.” I managed “I know you didn’t plan this. And before you climbed in my bed, It was the last thing that I would’ve ever done.” I said quietly. “But daddy,” she said looking back at me with an ashamed look on her face, “I’m your daughter, and we shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing” “Listen,”I said, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Do you love me don’t you? And Lindsey I love you. How could there be anything wrong if we wanted to share that with each other.” Lindsey lowered her head, making little crying sounds. “Don’t worry baby,” I said, “Let daddy make you feel better.”

With that I placed my free arm around her hips again. I began to rock my hips forward sliding the length of my cock along her now soaking wet slit. Lindsey moaned quietly into the pillow, I could hear her teeth taking small bites, from the pillowcase. She looked back at me with wide eyes and quietly asked “Are you sure daddy?” “I am, if you are,” I said. “Oh daddy,” said Lindsey “I want it so bad!” Lindsey’s eyes widened suddenly as we both felt the tip of my dick slide into her sopping cunt. “Oh God!” she said with lust filled eyes, “Oh god, yes, I want this!” “What about mom?” she questioned “I’m afraid she’ll wake up.” “Honey,” I said “You know your mom, it would take a nuclear bomb to go off for her to wake up. Besides I’ve already kicked her with my heel a few times for snoring tonight and as you can see she still snoring!”Lindsey laughed a bit, “Yeah, you’re right daddy. And honestly I don’t think I would really care if I was on all fours and you were fucking me like an animal. That’s how much I want you deep inside me!” Her mouth found the fingers of my free hand. And she began sucking on them like a ravenous dog. With a little effort I began to push myself inside my daughter. Her pussy was so tight. It felt like she was milking the cum right out of me before I had a chance to even enjoy myself. With a little bit of effort I bottomed out, pulled myself out again continue to push back in. Lindsey let out a little cry, but then her willing cunt accommodated my invading monster. I could feel the bed shift beneath us with every thrust of my member as our incestuous passion played out before us. Lindsey buried her face in the pillow moaning carefully, with each motion of our bodies as I begin to fuck my sweet thirteen year-old daughter. Bringing her face from the pillow she reached back with her mouth finding mine, our tongues danced and with each thrust Lindsey moaned to my mouth.

Sex stories: Son dates his mother for her birthday “Oh my God daddy!” She moaned, “Fuck me harder! Fuck me deeper! Your cock is so big! Oh God! I want you so bad!” Lindsey squealed quietly. “Oh yes baby! I hissed, “You’re so fucking tight! I love your sweet pussy!” Moving my hands up carefully removed the oversized T-shirt and covered her upper torso. I moved my mouth to her right breast, twirling my tongue around the nipple. My right hand mauled her left breast, as I began sucking relentlessly on her perfect tit. Arching her back and throwing her head into my shoulder, she gasped, as I continued to pound my dick into her virgin pussy. Our bodies moved in perfect motion for what seemed like the rest of the night. Her willingly giving herself to me and her father. A daughter wanting her daddy.

I could feel the muscles of her cunt tighten, as she cascaded into the depths of her first orgasm. She started moaning just a little louder, So I reached up between her breasts and grabbed her by the throat to suppress the noise that she was making, as she enjoyed the orgasm on her daddies cock. “My God!” she managed out, “That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my entire life!” “Oh I know,” I retorted, “It feels like you cut my dick and a half! I laughed. She laughed and smiled at me, as I continued my assault now grabbing her hips I began to pick up the pace, as I could feel myself beginning to come closer to my own release. “Lindsey, I have to pull out! I’m going to cum, I don’t want to get you pregnant!” I wheezed. “No!” she almost screamed, “I want you inside me! I want to feel you inside me, when you pump your delicious seed into me! I want your baby!” She pleaded. That drove me over the edge, with my teeth clenched, I dug my nails into her hips and with one last thrust emptied my seed deep inside my beautiful thirteen year-old daughter, then collapsed. Lindsey smiled then looking over her shoulder, Gasped, and exclaimed, “Oh my God! You’re awake mom!”

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Now she was back home, like me, trying to make a plan for the next phase of her life. We were introduced by a mutual friend earlier that summer after she moved in with her elderly aunt. You wouldn't call her fat. Robin was almost '" so a bit on the short side, with these piercing, icy-blue eyes and light brown hair that fell down to about her shoulder blades. As before, I'll mark the beginning of the sexy stuff with a row of hyphens. My type has always been short and curvy, and she was it to a T. We went to the same high school but didn't run in the same circles, so though we never met before, we had a lot in common from our youth and hit it off pretty quickly. Like me, Robin was going through a rough patch; in the span of the previous year she'd gotten married, moved to South Carolina with the guy, found out he was cheating, tried some counseling, found out he was still cheating, and got divorced. 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With her jacket off, I could see her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her dress. After a few more moments of this, she reached under my waistband and gently closed her hand over my bare shaft, absentmindedly rubbing up and down the entire length of it while I continued to work her over. Robin sucked air through her teeth and closed her eyes. She pulled the hair on the back of my head with her other hand, and I bit down hard on her nipple. A few moments later she stopped stroking entirely and instead held onto my dick like a safety bar on a rollercoaster. I pushed my palm up against her clit and began rubbing, and she bucked hard against me, the plastic feet of the couch squeaking on the tile floor. She ran one hand through my hair while I continued biting and sucking her nipples through her dress. Soon I escalated by adding a third finger to the mix. She moaned, and I felt her cunt tighten around my fingers. I leaned down and gently bit on one. 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I didn't know Robin in high school, but if I had I would've known she was on the drill team. With the other hand, she began rubbing my erection over my shorts. She threw her arms around my neck as I leaned forward and pressed my dick into her. I had to have her right there, but we quickly discovered a problem the height difference. We went at it like this for a few minutes. "Ohhhhh, Glib," she sighed. In the hazy patio light I could see her jaw clenching as I got to work. I let her left leg drop down beside me. This was the first time we tried a standing position like this the increased tightness from her recent orgasm and the added pressure of this particular angle. "Get your other leg up," I growled into her ear. It was working well, but I thought I could get a bit deeper if we got her other leg up too. Though she'd gained a sexiest porn video one porn of all time bit of weight since then (as we all do), she was still quite limber. 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"Hell yes I am," she hissed. Apparently it was outside so my nephew could "help" my brother at the grill. " Robin sat down on the stool with her knees up in front of her and her feet flat on the ground. I reached down with my free hand, grabbed young porn video one porn a handful of the other side of her ass, and leaned hard against the wall and into her. I wasn't wearing a condom so I told her I had to put her down so I could pull out. We went on like this a bit longer than I thought we would considering all the buildup (I guess the exertion of holding her up worked to delay things on my end a bit), but after about ten minutes, I began to feel that old familiar feeling. I set her down and reached down to finish myself off, but she grabbed my wrist. She leaned against the wall, her back straight, and held one of her hands straight up above her head. It was actually the first time I'd heard Robin use that particular swear word, so I was kind of alarmed. She was still holding my wrist with the other, so she put my hand on top of the one of hers that was against the wall. It took me two more to realize what she was getting at. She tilted her head back, looked up at me with those icy blue eyes, and opened her mouth. She did all this in the span of about two seconds. This gave me (and anyone who may have been behind us) a nice view of her shaved pussy. I exercised as much restraint as I could; rubbing her big ass raw against the brick wall was one thing, but I didn't want to accidentally crack the poor girl's skull. This was another first for us she'd blown me before a number of times, but she was always in control, and only swallowed maybe twice. I readjusted my grip and held both of her arms high above her head, against the wall, by the wrists. I went easy on her, being careful not to gag her, but I was really enjoying the whole domination aspect of it. I'd also never had a girl suck my dick immediately after I'd fucked her. Then she let go of my wrist and held her second hand up next to the first, wriggling her fingers to try and get them beneath my hand as well. I felt her tongue working my shaft, cleaning her juices off of me while I continued pumping in and out of her sweet face. Once again I leaned forward, slowly pushing my dick into her mouth and down her throat. Robin wanted me to fuck her face. As old fashioned and goody-goody as Robin was in most respects, she apparently had quite a kinky streak. It wasn't long before I felt my balls tightening again. I pushed my cock into her mouth one last time, grunted, and came straight down her throat. I fucked her face with slow, purposeful strokes all the way in, all the way out. A little lightheaded, I stepped away from her and zipped back up. I felt her tongue slowly working up and down the bottom of my dick, massaging out every last drop. Some distance behind me, I heard clapping. I spun around and faced the golf course. Thirty feet from our fence, there was an area of roughage with a few scattered trees. Finally spent, I extracted myself from Robin's mouth and released her hands. Holding her wrists against the wall with one hand, I reached down and gave one of her big tits a hard squeeze. She looked me in the eyes as I kept pumping what felt like the biggest load of my life into her. She gasped lightly each time I pushed into her, still trying to keep things relatively quiet. Robin and I froze, not sure how to react. She even still had her knees up, giving our admirers a full unobstructed view of her shaved goodies. All three started applauding. His buddy let out a loud "Woooooooooo! " one of the dudes shouted. I guess the golf course was still the place to be for bored, drunk kids in my neighborhood. The moonlight was fairly bright out on the golf course, and I could see that the two guys were holding bottles. " Their female companion yelled "I like your boots! I can only assume they had parked the golf cart there before we went outside and were hanging around the area drinking those electric carts are pretty quiet, but I THINK I would've heard one moving that close to us if they showed up after we came out. " That last comment shook Robin back into action and she immediately closed her legs and tried to pull her dress over her knees, but by that time the trio was already walking back towards the trees. I have no idea how long they were watching, but they must have seen quite a bit. No idea how Robin didn't see them creeping up to the fence though. About halfway between one of these trees and our fence, I could make out three people two guys and a girl. NOTE: A few years later, I heard this story from a friend of one of my sister's friends. He was one of the two guys, but didn't know my family at the time, and my mom had moved out of that house since then. She stayed sitting on the stool, rubbing her jaw and tilting her neck a bit. This is how I've been able to determine the rough ages of our audience. I kept as straight a face as I could and did not tell him that it was me he saw that night. TLDR: Girlfriend and I need a place to bone, have a pretty crazy late night session on the back patio, don't realize we have an audience on the golf course. If she has an exhibitionist side, she's kept it hidden from me (she is actually my wife now, so this story has a happier ending than my last one! Then again, I was pretty distracted. We stayed out there silently collecting ourselves for a moment. We watched, our faces burning with embarrassment, as they disappeared behind trees, reappearing on a golf cart and driving off further down the course.