#like... that coupled with my neck deciding to be fucked up and my ankle being Weird

[dredshirtroberts]

fucking... ow.

[norrisjpg]

novacane - ʟɴ⁴

in which, lando is completely and utterly obsessed with his girlfriend, and can't seem to keep his hands off of her - especially when she's in that dress.

contains: NSFW; smut, oral (f recieving), fingering, body worship, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, cockwarming; tiny bit of fluff at the end.

lando norris x unnamed female character

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lando thought he was actually going to die. there in rome, he was sure of it. they had been together for two years at this point, and don't get him wrong, she always looked good - but something about the air in rome was making him fall in love with her all over again, and he was going feral.

the couple had decided to spend a few days in italy together, first venice, second maranello, and last rome.

venice had been brilliant, spending a few days with max and pietra, exploring the city together, and many other late night activities. maranello had been nothing if not wholesome, that being where his beloved girlfriend's family lived - lando having rekindled his bromance with her dad and older brother, and not to mention seeing his favourite dog again.

"can you help me with my heels, baby?" her voice snapped him out of his trance.

fucking hell.

she had walked out of the bathroom, looking like a divine treat for him to devour. it was a sundress - her sundresses always did unholy things to him - of course, and her tanned skin looked particularly endearing against the flimsy white material.

his mouth hung agape, eyes flitting over her body rapidly. his mouth could have (and almost did) water at the sight of his girlfriend, looking oh-so-innocent with her pretty eyes and glossy lips.

again, lando thought he was actually going to die.

"yeah, come here." lando gestured with his fingers, getting up so she could perch on the edge of the bed.

he got to his knees before her, grabbing her ankle gently and delicately tightened the clasp until it clung to her skin snugly, repeating the same action on her other ankle.

"thankyou, sweetheart." she responded, running her fingers through his hair briefly.

yep, he was definitely going to die.

...

if he thought he was going to die earlier, he was dead now.

she was sat there, fiddling with the necklace he'd bought her a few months ago, blinking at him through her lashes as she spoke about their plans for the rest of the summer break.

he could have actually fall to his knees in the restaurant right there and then - she looked utterly and completely irresistible.

"can we go now, please?" lando pleaded for around the third time.

he had asked her after they had finished his main course, and then after they'd finished their desserts, and now when they were having another drink.

"god, what's gotten into you?" she laughed as she swallowed the remainder of her wine.

"nothing, i just want to go home." he shrugged, trying not to let her onto the fact he was planning every single thing he was going to do to her once that hotel room door was closed.

"okay, weirdo." she shook her head with another laugh, before politely asking for the bill.

technically, it was her turn to pay for dinner - but lando never let her pay anyway. his credit card was being swiped across the card machine before she could even get hers out of her purse.

"let's go, come on."

...

as soon as that hotel door had latched shut behind her, lando turned into some sort of rabid animal with no self control.

she found herself pinned up against the door very quickly, dress bunched up at her hips as he began his assault on her neck.

“god… needed you since i seen you earlier.” lando murmured, hoisting her legs up around his waist.

“yeah?” she nodded, arching her eyebrows as her eyes fluttered shut.

“mhm.” he hummed, his hand shifting to her lower back as she was then moved to her feet. “look so pretty — turn around for me?”

she spun her heel slowly, allowing lando to effortlessly pull on the delicate white bow, the thin straps loosening and falling below her shoulders. his hand trailed back down her arms, pulling the dress down and allowing it to fall to a puddle at their feet.

“so gorgeous.” he whispered, hot breath fanning the back of her shoulder — before his hands whipped her around to face him again.

"you think?" she responded quietly.

"of course, pretty girl." he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, before spinning her round and walking her backwards to the bed - eye contact very, very intense.

a gentle shove rendered her flat on the bed, propped up on her elbows shortly after her back hit the soft mattress. just as he'd done earlier, lando dropped to his knees and now started to remove her heels.

god, she looked divine.

she was now only wearing the prettiest white lace underwear, but lando was trying not to focus on it - due to the fact that he was painfully hard, and that if he looked at her, all of his self-control would fly out of the hotel door (not that she would have minded that.)

a quick toss of the heels behind him made soft thuds in the room, but lando was already softly kissing up from her ankle to her inner thighs, rendering her unable to think about anything else.

"god..." she breathed out, tossing her head back as he skimmed his nose over the delicate fabric of her panties.

a soft chuckle reverberated through her from lando, he was literally laughing into her pussy - how hot could this man get?

"someone's needy." he whispered, lips brushing against the lace once again, resulting in her clenching around nothing.

"shut up." she whined. "just do something, please?"

"as you wish, baby." he mumbled, tugging her underwear down effortlessly and discarding them across the room.

he was like a man starved, denied of watching his girlfriend squirm underneath him for a mere few hours - that seemed to feel like years.

not that she needed any sort of lube, she was soaking wet by the time lando's thumb circled over her clit agonising slowly, but lando felt it necessary still to let a string of his saliva drip down on her aching cunt, spreading it adequately around with his tongue.

she was just about to beg, but he latched his lips onto her before the pleads could leave her lips. the noises made between his lips and hers were disgustingly hot, his fingers slowly beginning to prod at her entrance, teasing her tightness. his tongue drew shapes on her clit, he was spelling his fucking name, and she was seeing stars when a thick middle finger slid into her.

over and over again the same shapes danced over her heat, and lando slowly began to curl his finger to push against her g-spot. an almost pornographic moan left her lips as she felt the pressure of his index finger alongside his middle finger inside of her - whines and whimpers now a constant sound in the room.

they weren't just from her either, when her hips pushed into his face, lando wasn't ashamed to let a low groan out, the vibrations making her back arch up off of the bed - only for her to quickly be pushed back down by a veiny hand.

"fuck.. lando..." she moaned airly, a hand clutching onto his hair for dear life.

the soft bite to her clit was what sent her over the edge and into space. her legs shook around his head, the most lewd moans tumbling loudly from her lips. he pumped his fingers in and out of her and kitten-licked her through her orgasm, allowing her to float on her cloud of ecstasy for a little longer as she spasmed around him.

"you with me, pretty?" he softly spoke, now having moved his hands from her heat to her ribs, gently rubbing his thumbs up and down.

"yeah." she panted, nodding her head. "so fucking good."

he laughed airily, pressing soft kisses from her lower stomach up to her pillowy lips - swollen from how much she'd bitten down on them over the past few minutes.

their kiss was soft and gentle, she could taste herself on his lips, making her grow all-the-more wet again.

"take this off." she murmured into his lips, making a small noise resembling both a laugh and a whimper leave his lips as she tugged at his shirt.

he began to unbutton his shirt, while her hands frantically made their way down to his dress pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. both items of clothing were quickly a puddle on the floor, his boxers swiftly following.

lando's necklace dangled down and rested just below her chin, then sitting comfortably on the centre of her neck as he kissed her again - teeth clashing and tongues pushing against each other for dominance (lando won, obviously.)

the hand that wasn't holding his body up above her, made its way down to his erection, running it up and down her slit to lube it.

breaking the kiss, the look in his eyes asked her the inevitable, and a quick nod followed.

the tip of his cock pressed into her, still stretching her out. you would have thought that after almost three years of very frequent sex, both would get used to the other - but no, every time they felt each other, it was like the first time all over again.

she quite literally fluttered around him, eyes squeezing shut as he bottomed out a few moments later. a low groan escaped his lips, cut short when he realised her eyes were closed.

"hey, eyes open, baby." he whispered, tapping her cheek gently. "want to see the look in your eyes when you fall apart, yeah?"

pretty eyes met his once again as she blinked up at him, some form of a moan leaving her lips as he spoke to her - how could such dirty words come from a man who looked like a fucking angel?

"good girl." he nodded, pressing a small kiss to her nose as he began to slowly thrust in and out.

now, usually, rough sex was lando's thing - but there was something about the way she looked up at him, it made him want to fuck her nice and gentle, slow and deep - so he did.

his strokes were fucking delicious, taming the fire in her lower belly in just the right way - a way that was building the indescribably incredible knot thick and slow. something was different, it was overwhelmingly good - the softest yet neediest moans tumbling from her lips at an almost alarming rate.

maybe every other deep thrust, she'd clench around him, even more blood rushing to his throbbing cock - he wasn't really sure if it was her that was pulsing around him or it was himself, but either way, it felt fucking good.

his lips made their way to her boobs subconsciously, feeling as if he'd neglected them. swirling his tongue around one hard nipple, he slid two fingers inside of her mouth to wet his fingers - before returning them to the nub his mouth wasn't paying delicate attention to, pinching and pressing the pads of his fingers to them.

sensitive from her previous high, the next one was encroaching quickly, warmth spreading to her inner thighs and lower tummy. he could immediately tell she was close. there were tell-tale signs - loud moans would turn to quiet, short, sharp whimpers, she'd become grabby with her hands - needing something to clutch onto as she fell into the abyss of ecstasy - simultaneously clenching around him so tightly that sometimes she'd accidentally restrict his movement - and all were currently taking place.

"go on, pretty girl, cum for me."

she was so gone.

lando's back suffered as her nails scratched into it, leaving red lines painted across the muscles - his trainers wouldn't ask any questions, it's not as if they hadn't seen worse marks before anyway.

she tried so so hard to keep her eyes open, but it was just too hard. her eyes fluttered closed as her mouth hung agape, eyebrows arched as her nose scrunched up a little - lando wanted the image etched onto his retinas.

she gushed all over him, pretty liquid squirting from her cunt, painting his abdomen shiny as the juices splattered on him.

she thought she was going to die, and she would happily like this.

that was actually all it took for him. hot ropes of cum spilled deep into her, stuffed up against her cervix as he tried his hardest to keep thrusting into her - his hips stuttering as he started to get a little overstimulated.

slowly but surely, the two came down from their mind-blowing highs, lando rolling them over so she was laid on top of him, her walls still unconsciously clenching and fluttering around him.

"you good, baby?" he whispered, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

"think so, tired now." she smiled wearily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before letting her head roll down into the crook of his neck.

"want to sleep or clean up?" lando asked softly, running his fingers through her hair.

"sleep, definitely."

[pali-writes-atiny-bit]

Who You Belong To

Pairing: Chan x afab!reader

Summary: when you're at an after party and Chan doesn't show you enough attention you start acting up. OR wherein you learn actions have consequences Chan fuck the brattiness out of you

WC: ~1.95k

Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Established relationship, Dom/sub dynamics, degradation, spanking, spreader bar, name calling (Babygirl, princess, slut, sweet girl , pretty girl, baby, daddy), unprotected piv sex (please practice safe sex irl), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare (let me know if I missed any, please and thank you)

A/N: this just kinda popped into my head last night and I really needed to get it out there. Kinda sorta proofed but not really.

You're at an awards show party with Chan and the rest of Stray Kids. You've been there for a couple of hours now and you're growing bored. You're all dolled up but Chan has been too busy mingling to pay you much attention.

In your boredom you decide to flirt with some of the other male idols. Surely that will catch his attention. Although you've been nothing but appropriate, you're pushing the boundaries. When you catch him watching you with his jaw clenched, you smirk. You meet his eyes and see the dark warning flashing in them before turning away.

You're standing talking to Hongjoong, your hand resting on his arm when Chan comes striding over. He greets Hongjoong with a nod before excusing the both of you. He drags you by your arm to the side of the event hall with a grip just shy of bruising.

"Chan! I wasn't done talking to Hongjoong!" you turn to face him and try to pull your arm free. A muscle ticks in his jaw and instead of letting go, he tugs you closer causing you to stumble over your tall heels.

He hisses into your ear, "I think you've done plenty of talking for the night. Don't think I don't know what you you've been doing. I'll deal with you when you get home. You have 10 minutes before we leave."

A frisson of equal parts fear and anticipation surges through you. When he releases you and strides off, most likely to bid goodbye to the other members, you release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Just what you gotten yourself into.

The car ride home was silent but you could feel the simmering energy crackling between the two of you. When you get back to your shared apartment, he ushers you in. When the door closes, he cages you against, hands on either side of your head, and kisses you deeply until you moan.

When he withdraws, he fixes you with a stare. "I think I need to remind you who you belong to, babygirl. 5 minutes. I want you naked and on the bed on all fours." He swats your ass as you scurry off.

You're undressed and in position within the first minute, but he makes you wait. You can't help the wetness that's already gathering between your thighs in anticipation.

After 5 minutes are up, you hear him enter the room. The bed dips down behind you and he sets something down. You feel the familiar sensation of a leather cuff being wrapped around first one ankle and then the other. He slides a few fingers under the cuffs to check the tightness. Satisfied you won't lose circulation, he clicks open the spreader bar and you gasp.

This is something you've only talked about, and not actually tried yet. The bar has wrist cuffs too, and he draws your wrists between your legs and attaches first one wrist then the other. Without your hands, you're forced to rest on your chest and shoulders. It's not exactly comfortable on your neck, so he props you up on a couple of pillows, then steps back.

"Princess, you look so pretty all trussed up for me."

You runs a hand over your perfectly presented ass and your shiver. "You were flirting with all those other guys, with Joongie, but they don't get to see you like this, do they, slut?"

When you don't answer, he lands two harsh smacks in quick successions, first one cheek then the other.

"No, they don't," you bite out.

Another smack, "no what?"

"No, daddy!" you squeal.

He caresses your flesh with his palm, lovingly. Reverently. "That's right. I think 15 more ought to remind you who you belong to. Count!"

He brings his hand down and you bite out "one!"

He strikes again in the other cheek. "Two!"

He alternates sides, sometimes hitting the top of your ass, or the bottom where it meets your flesh. By 10, you're sobbing and your make up is ruined with tear streaks. "Please! I'm sorry, daddy!"

"Oh, you will be," he growls.

By the time you reach 14, your ass is a beautiful red and warm to the touch but your cunt is absolutely dripping. He soothes your skin with his palms and you moan.

"One more, babygirl," he says. Your thighs quiver with anticipation. You steel yourself for the strike, but this time he slaps your pussy, finger tips just grazing your clit. You jerk in shock and scream "Fifteen!"

He runs a few fingers through your folds and moans. "Fuck, princess, you're absolutely soaked. Did you enjoy that?"

You shake your head vehemently, and he chuckles. "Your head says no, but your body says yes."

"Who does this pussy belong to?" he asks as he sinks two fingers into your wet heat. Your mouth falls open and you let out a filthy moan.

"You, daddy! My pussy is yours. Please fill your pussy," you beg.

He withdraws his fingers and you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. He quickly sheds his clothing and your feel the bed dip behind you again as he lines himself up.

His hands grip your hips so tightly you're sure to bruise. You both let out a hiss as he pushes inside you, taking his sweer time entering you. You're soaking wet, but he knows he's big. You moan when he is fully seated. His girth stretches you deliciously while the tip of his cock presses against your cervix.

"You take me so well, baby girl," he says as he draws his hips back. Your walls grip his length, trying to suck him back in.

He draws back until just the tip is inside, before slamming back into you. He repeats these motions again and again, slowly increasing the pace until he he's pounding into you.

You cry out and he says, "Is this it? Is this what you wanted baby girl? You wanted me to remind you who this cunt belongs to?"

"Y-y-ye-yes!" you wail.

"I'm going to make sure this pussy is molded to my cock, pretty girl."

His words make you clench around his cock. "I want to cum... I need to cum," you beg, pulling against your bonds.

"You'd better hold it until I say, baby girl," he says slowing his thrusts. "If you cum without permission, you'll be cumming until you beg me to stop."

You want to be good for him, for your daddy. You're trying your hardest to hold on but his fat cock is hitting your gummy spot just right with each thrust.

"I can't! Please, daddy!" You beg. "Please can I- fuuuuuuck!" You scream.

Before he can grant you permission, he delivers a particularly sharp thrust that has you falling apart on his cock.

"Oh babygirl... you were so close. But you still came without permission."

He continues driving into you as your walls flutter and pulse around him. The sensitivity from your first orgasm has you quickly climbing to a second peak.

You mind goes hazy with pleasure. Each snap of his hips punches a moan from your lips which are parted and drooling. It isn't long before you fall apart a second time.

He stops thrusting, and places a hand on the base of your skull gathering a handful of your hair. Taking care not to pull your roots too much, he hauls you up against him.

Your eyes are closed and you're panting. Your walls still quivering around his cock with aftershocks.

"Color, babygirl?"

"Green," you moan breathlessly.

That's all he needs to hear before he begins thrusting into you from below. With the change in angle he's hitting a new spot inside you.

He threads his other hand in front of you and gently presses against your lower belly. He groans at the feeling of his cock pressing against his hand each time he bottoms out. The added pressure makes you feel so full. You're hurtling towards your third orgasm.

He can feel how your cunt is tightening, bearing down around him. He slides his hand down and circles your clit.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock again!"

You jerk at the contact and scream as your vision whites out and your hearing fades. You cum around him again, squirting and flooding the sheets below you.

You're shattered. Your soul scattered. You don't think you've ever cum so hard in your life.

When you come back to your senses, you're lying on your back. Your wrists and ankles are unbound and Chan is kneeling between your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

When he sees you coming back to earth, he wraps your legs around your waist and presses a thumb to your clit. You hiss at the overstimulation, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He pauses and looks at your with his brow furrowed in concen.

"Color?"

You're so tired and truthfully you don't know how much more you can take. You take a deep breath and whisper, "yellow, daddy."

"Okay princess. You've been so good. Do you think you can give me one more? Daddy wants to cum with you."

You let your gaze roam over him. You know that if you say no, he'll stop immediately. But you look at his cock which is red and angry, covered in your cream and twitching with need. He's so good to you. You want, no, you need him to cum with you.

"Please fill me with your cum, daddy."

"My sweet girl," he moans as he sheathes himself inside your core once more. He closes his eyes and tips his head back. "Shit, you feel so good princess."

His thrusts are slow, almost gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He begins rambling as his thrusts grow erratic.

"You took your punishment so well. Fuck. My perfect girl. You're made for me."

You moan and clench around him at his praise causing him to groan in response. "I love you, babygirl. I'm going to fill you up!"

He thrusts two more times before he stills deep inside you. You feel his hot cum painting your walls and the feeling triggers your own release. You cum around him a final time with a wail, "I love you too, daddy!"

You cling to him as your contracting walls milk his cock. When your orgasm fades, you all but slump to the mattress, exhausted.

Chan extracts himself from your limbs and pulls out. He walks to the bathroom and you hear the sounds of water beginning to fill the tub. He returns with a glass of water and a warm, wet washcloth.

He helps you drink the glass of water and then begins cleaning you up, taking care with your sensitive, swollen folds.

You're mostly asleep by the time he finishes and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the bathroom. With your eyes still closed you murmur, "I'm sorry for being a brat, daddy."

He kisses your head whispers "I love it when you're a brat."

He places you on the toilet so you can pee and then settles you into the bathtub. He changes the sheets while you relax before sliding into the tub behind you.

He holds you and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. And when you fall asleep, he dries you off, dresses you in one of his t shirts and tucks you into bed.

He kisses your forehead and whispers how much he loves you. He loves when you're a brat. And he loves when he gets to fuck it out of you.

@daydreams-after-dark

[drdemonprince]

I met a Bondage Side on Grindr and had a couple lovely times with him so far. Bondage Side as in he does not have penetrative sex of any kind, and doesn't really like oral -- he just wants to find cute boys to tie up, handcuff, and maybe prod with hitachis and tickle. we have a great time every time we have met up so far -- five hour stints of being hogtied and fumbling around on the floor trying to escape while he tortures me and feeds me edibles he baked.

When he contacted me, I had just decided to make it explicit on my Grindr account that I am not interested in vanilla -- after many years of doubting myself and pushing myself to try having sex with all kinds of people and being sorely disappointed and squicked out nearly all the time if there wasn't some power dynamic or intense kink at play. Meeting him was exactly the assurance that I needed. "No Vanilla" is allowed to be a limit. and by limiting myself to only what I am actually interested in, I get to find great, compatible partners like him and enjoy myself.

Sexual acts don't exist on some single spectrum from "standard" to "extreme," and I am not obligated to assent to any supposedly milder-seeming sex act simply because I am interested in more crazy kinds of sex. It was so foolish of me to believe that was the case.

I guess I still felt bad that what I wanted might be too strange for people or too disturbing, and kinda thought that if I ever wanted the neck corsets and rope and handcuffs that I would have to make some sacrifice and accept mid eye-contact-heavy sex and cunnilingus first.

But there are people who just like the neck corsets and ropes and handcuffs. I don't even have to pair that stuff with sex if I don't want to. I really thought that I would have to. Even so many of the ostensibly kinky people that I have met really only treat bondage, say, as a prelude to the main event of penetration. All of what I consider to be the actual fun stuff is just set dressing for them that they barely care about once the fucking starts.

You can feel a bit cheated and lied to after a certain point with people who only nominally pretend they are interested in kink as a way to access sex, or who say theyre sooo freaky but then reveal their crazy "fetish" is like, threesomes or cum. It can make you feel like you're too rare to live if you're a real deep freak, that you've gotta settle for what you can get.

But it turns out the moment I was more unflinching about exactly what I wanted and didnt pressure myself to "keep an open mind" to things I didn't want as some kind of transactional offering, I immediately met like three different super hot kinky people I could have great bondage and D/s play with in like, a week.

I can just be a D/s and bondage and hypno play side. I can be choking from a chain in a leather hood and a gag in a basement and beg to be beaten and scarred and turned into someones live-in dog and I don't have to want sex. "No vanilla" can be a limit. I'm not crazy for finding vanilla disturbing. There are guys out there who complement me, who want to do nothing but put chains around my neck and ankles and zap me with electricity and rub their dick a little bit while I endure it but never expect or pressure me for more.

[jeon-ify]

on live - nakamoto yuta

pairing: yuta (nct) x female reader *

a/n: hello!! this is my first nct smut!! ofc its gonna be of my bias????? yuta is rlly hot in this one and hes super super dom and mean but recently ive been into cnc (its a trauma response or a coping mechanism mannn idk) and i had a dream about yuta last night so i think this would be THE ONE! this might be my most toe curling and nastiest and most graphic smut i’ve ever written and tbh i love it 😁

in which yuta fucks you and makes you touch yourself on camera for him to watch while he’s on tour.

warnings: swearing, dom!yuta x sub!reader, unprotected sex (yeee a big no no) mentions of tossing out birth control (ib @justaaveragereader ), yuta calls reader a bitch, slut, whore, cnc!play, sextape in the making, pussy slapping, titty slapping and sucking, face slapping, spit play, breeding kink, female anatomy, she/her reader, some?jaehyun? sex on live, if i missed anything lmkk

genre: smut, dark romance

mdni. 18+

enjoy nasties

“wait, why are you buying lingerie? isn’t yuta leaving in like 3 days?” your friend asks you as you both decided to shop around for a set of lingerie to prepare for a film that your boyfriend was oh so excited to make.

as you both walked through the last couple of aisles, you find a gorgeous black and pink set. you already knew yuta would go insane over it, already imagining the different positions and scenarios he’d play out for you.

lately, yuta’s been into cnc play. something that he was so unsure and insecure about; but when the topic came up, he brought it up to you. you were always open to trying new things with yuta, as long as you both knew where you stood, and that there was a line.

“girl come look, oh my god…” you hold up the piece for you friend to see, watching the way her eyes shift to the corset area.

“good luck walking normally for the next week. he’s gonna fuck your brains out!” she says, almost too loud for the crowd.

you pick out your size and check out to head home. you throw your bags in the car, finally getting a chance to text your man.

my yuta 🤍: hey baby, i’m on my way home. i’m gonna stop at target really fast

my yuta 🤍: are you home?

y/n: hi baby!!!!!!!!! i’m not home yet

y/n: i’m almost there tho

my yuta 🤍: okay gimme like 20 minutes bb

y/n: okay :3

you pull into your driveway, grabbing your things and rushing inside to hurry into your new set. you quickly showered and did your hair, spraying it to hold the wet hair look. you rubbed on body oil followed by a body shimmer, yuta’s favorite thing you do. you sprayed perfume on your ankles, wrists and neck, wherever yuta would be closest to you.

you also put on a touch of makeup, as yuta loved when you wore makeup, just so he can watch it run down your face when he fucks your throat.

after 20 minutes of getting yourself ready for your man, you unlock the front door, running up the stairs for yuta to see you waiting on your knees in the middle of the bed. you calmed your breathing, nervousness clouding your entire body when you hear the front door slowly open.

the front door was never unlocked unless something was going on— and this had yuta’s blood rushing, knowing you were home with the door open already for him.

“baby? i’m home, why’s the door unlocked?” he yells for you, getting no answer— expecting him to walk upstairs looking for you. you hear him putting some bags down, listening to the jingling of keys and shoes being thrown around.

“my love, i’m not playing this game.” he sighs. you hear him finally walking up the stairs, blood rushing to your ovaries and making your head spin in excitement. he opens your bedroom door, taking in the view before him. you’re on your knees in the middle of the silk covered king bed, with a pink maid lingerie set on, your wet hair almost coming down to your breasts, shifting with every deep breath you take.

you hurriedly finish setting up the camera on the chair across from bed, making sure your hair and outfit looks perfect— if you’re posting this on twitter, it has to be astounding.

you rush to get back into position, hearing yuta’s footsteps approaching. he nears the room, leaving the door completely open. his gaze darkens, curiosity at the scene before him is making his cock hard. he can only wonder what’ll happen next.

“fuckin’ hell. this what you were doing? look at you, pretty girl. is this new?” he walks up to you, reaching for the straps on your fabric, admiring the way your clean skin is perfectly suited by the set you’ve had on.

“all for you, baby. wanted it to be a surprise when you got home. i remember you mentioned you wanted to try cnc, so i got excited.” you breathily laugh. yuta’s fingers run up your neck and down to the valley of your breasts.

“yeah? good memory, baby. what do you say i rip this off you and pound your pretty cunt, hm?” his long hair bounces off his shoulders when he stands up and undresses himself. slides off his white top, his black trousers following suite.

he doesn’t notice the camera at first, but when he catches you looking at the phone on the chair every 20 seconds to make sure it hasn’t fell, his cock (impossibly) gets harder and harder.

“yuta, aren’t you tired from work?” you pretend to push him away from you, but yuta doesn’t budge. he leans over your smaller figure, planting a kiss on your forehead.

the smell of his car is what’s following his body, the new car scent making your head spin. the cologne he wears makes compliment to his aesthetic, edgy and mysterious— with notes of tobacco and ocean breeze. you catch a tiny bit of vanilla as he moves away from you. the mix of fragrances makes your mind fuzzy.

“never too tired to fuck you,” he continues demandingly, cupping your jaw to get a better view of your nervous look. his shoulders are tense and you notice the sweat beginning to form around his chest. “no, yuta. i don’t want to,”

“don’t fight me baby. you’re only making this worse for yourself,” his large hands press your back down onto the mattress, spreading your thighs to kiss around your heat. his teeth magically unbutton the body suit you struggled to clasp together. amazed, you moan out when you feel his teeth graze your cunt through your thin lace panties. he pushes your thighs apart as he kisses and licks you through the thin material.

letting go of your legs, he rips your panties off and licks a long stripe from the top to the bottom of your clit. he sucks at the sensitive area, whimpering and gasping at the taste of you.

your pussy clenches and convulses around his tongue while your thighs attempt to shut around his long haired head. his brown hair is damp with sweat, using his free hand to brush his hair back. he bites at your clit, making your legs twitch. “yuta, stop— please,” you whimper with watery eyes while your orgasm threatens to approach.

he only groans in response, sucking harder and flicking his tongue faster up and down your entire cunt. your orgasm approaches; you release all over the area where a beard would sit.

his stronger hands make impact with your pussy, your body jolting in response. “stop fucking moving. i’m gonna use you how i see fit, am i clear, y/n?”

“but i-“

“but i don’t care. don’t make me tie you down.”

his dark eyes lock into yours, making your heart jump in fear and excitement for what’s about to come. your legs force themselves open while yuta strokes himself slightly and lines his cock up with your soaked, sore cunt. in one thrust, he’s all the way in, giving yourself no time to adjust. he places his hand on your mouth to block out all sound from you. “yeah, keep that fuckin’ mouth shut. only thing you’re good for is this pussy.”

he lands another sharp slap on your cunt, making you cry out. your back arches upward and you could’ve swore you just saw your brain from how hard your eyes rolled back. “gonna toss out your birth control and fill you up every. fucking. day.” with every word, he pulls out completely, then thrusts harder back into you. your body shivers and your toes curl at the contact. with your back arched up, he takes the opportunity to remove his hand from your mouth and undo your entire set, stripping you completely naked.

after he’s satisfied with the scene before him, he slaps your right tit, then your left, then the right. the muscle turns red and you wince out in pain. he leans down to suck and lick at the area, earning a gasp from you.

“don’t cum in me, please!” you beg. you absolutely need him to breed you— it’s a staple in your’s and yuta’s sex life. it wasn’t sex if he didn’t full you up by the end of it.

“shut the fuck up. the last time i checked, sluts like you don’t care about getting pregnant, hm? they just sleep around and wait for someone to empty their cum into their loose pussies, yeah? that what you are?”

“n-no.” your eyebrows furrow in anger at the words he throws at you. the expression on your face doesn’t match the expression your pussy displays. you’re throbbing and swallowing him in, unknowingly cumming around him for the -nteenth time.

“yeah, you are. say it with me.” his tone softens as he talks you through the most vulgar words, waiting for you to say the words.

“i’ll call someone if you don’t let me go.”

“who are you gonna call, darling? the cops? i’ll make them watch.” he slaps the left side of your face, leaving a red handprint on your glossy skin.

“open your legs. don’t make me repeat myself,” you force your shaky legs open while yuta continues his assault on your sore pussy. the lewd moans he lets out makes your head fuzzy. “so fucking tight. even after i fucked you for hours,”

his thrusts slow, then they continue at a rough and fast pace. his fingers are hooked into the right side of your mouth like a dental clamp. your teeth are covered in your own arousal.

he repositions the both of you to where you’re both facing the camera. he cups your jaw, making you watch him fuck you through the camera. you connected your phone to the tv, so you’re both seen on the screen.

“say hi to your fans, bitch. we’re on live.”

somehow, yuta managed to switch to a livestream, the comments being flooded with a sweaty face emoji and thirsty comments. he pounds into you while you’re both whining and whimpering, holding your hair back to push you deeper onto his length.

“n-no, yuta, let me go!”

you’re cut off by a sharp slap on your ass. “one more chance. say hi.”

“h- fuck, i can’t!”

you watch the views go up dramatically, while yuta smiles manically.

12.7M VIEWS

3.7M COMMENTS

1.27M GIFTS

cznniehoe: man im tryna get my coochie stretched too

johnnysuh: no sharing?

jaehyun: hot

marklee: dude this is so hot

taeil: bro what let me get some

taeyong: BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW THATS THAT BOOTY MEAT

the views only increase, making your heart clench at nervousness.

“say hi to jaehyun for me.”

“i can’t—“ another slap to your right ass cheek, already forming a bruise. he pulls you off of him, watching yours and his cum drip down his cock and your thighs. “h-hi jaehyun,”

jaehyun: hello pretty girl

“there you go. wasn’t so hard was it?” yuta leans over to grab the camera and angle it at your face. it’s at selfie level as you stare at your own arousal on your face and the mascara on your cheeks. your lips are puffy and red with strands of hair on your face.

you look like yuta’s bitch.

[lululandd]

antics;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

wordcount: 1.4k+

warnings: fluff, reader owns a cat, the cat has a name

note: happy holidays :3 (also on AO3)

summary: reader unknowingly pranks simon.

part i. | part ii. | part iii.

Your pet cat had been restless the whole day; pacing around the front door with his tail swishing about, meowing your way and then stared at the door to let you know he wanted to go outside, batting things away from your hands, before camping in front of the door to nap in front of it.

He’s back.

And by ‘he’ you mean the really tall burly man that lives at the other end of the hall that your cat loves. He is an indoor cat that gets to sniff the hallway and the lift on extremely rare occasions, so how he figures out the man is back home when he’s inside your flat you will never know.

He met him one time. One time. If it wasn’t for his obsession with the man you’d have forgotten about the whole thing. Your naughty pet had escaped and ran towards the open lift that day, and unluckily the doors were open, but luckily there was a man with quick reflexes right by the door that caught him in between his legs. He pinched the little bastard by the neck with his ankles and just stood there while you two looked at each other in surprise.

He recovered far quicker than you did. “You gonna get ‘em or what?” His tone is clipped, hands holding onto the elevator door so it doesn’t close on him.

It snapped you out of your stupor. “Sorry!” You walked towards him and kneeled as you tried to grab your chubby pet.

This incident stayed on his little kitty brain over and over or something because he never got over the man til this day. There would be weeks, even months of ‘normal’ behaviour until he behaves, well… like this.

Only this time you decided to indulge him to see what he would do. You cautiously watched his excited little pitter patter and raised tail a couple of steps behind, ready to haul him back home if it gets too overwhelming or if the man reacts negatively. He stood up on both his hind legs at his door and started meowing, ears perked up intently towards it. His eyes practically shining black orbs when he turned his head to look at you. He puts his paws back down on the ground and meows one last time towards the oncoming footsteps from the other side of the door.

He bolted around the man’s legs as soon as it opened, running straight into his flat. He had learnt from his previous mistake of going in between them.

“What the fuck.” He muttered under his breath as he turned his head back inside, before closing the door. You had worried he would do something drastic but he came back out a few seconds later, with your cat held by the chest as the rest of his body sits on his forearm. He seems to be content being slung around by a stranger. “Li’l cheeky bastard tried to get my salmon.”

“Oh no…” You placed both hands on your mouth, “I hope he didn't get any?”

“He allergic?” He asks, eyebrows knitting close together in what you hope to be concern. It was a little hard to discern his expression when he had his lower half of his face covered with a mask.

You shook your head as you stepped forwards, offering to take your cat back. “No, he’s not. Just didn’t want him to ruin your meal, that’s all.”

“He didn’t get any.” He bounced your fat cat on his arm like he weighs nothing. “What’s his name?”

“Meese.” You answered as seriously as you could, “Like the plural form of moose.” adding the explanation when he looks confused.

He nodded solemnly before swishing the arm with your cat on it around, “So where does Meese live?”

It took all your will power and strength to not giggle at his question, trying your best to look neutral as you pointed at the other end of the hallway.

He raised his arm so he could stare into Meese’s face, “How in bloody hell didja smell my salmon from way over there, boy?”

“I’m so sorry for the trouble.”

“Not at all.” He waved it off as if nothing that just happened was out of the ordinary, like a stranger’s cat purring up a storm on his forearm is a common occurrence, and his Salmon dinner wasn’t almost ruined by said cat.

“I should probably get back.” You took another step forwards, again offering to take him off his hands. “I can come back later after you finish dinner if you want to play with him?”

—

Harsh winds whipped at his fur collar, making it flap annoyingly against his helmet as he kept his sights on the building through his binoculars. The mission brought him and Laswell to Norway, with him lying prone out here on the twenty centimeter snow while Laswell is sitting on a chair in a heated fucking tent, probably has hot chocolate with her. With marshmallows.

His radio garbled to life, the sound half drowned by the blizzard. “Sitrep, Brav—.”

He cuts her off immediately. “Nothin’ yet. Cold as fuck, over.”

“Snippy are we?” He can hear the smile and playfulness in her tone.“Are you out of heat packs, Ghost?”

“Savin’ a couple.” He regrets not creating a snow wall and now the weather’s getting to him. Soap would’ve laughed at his stupidity if he was here with them.

The thought punched him in the gut, a shiver washed over him as the thought of his best friend loomed heavy over his psyche.

“See anything interesting, Ghost?”

What the actual fuck is Laswell on about.

He’s never been close with Laswell, as she’s usually paired up with Price and Gaz. On the past few missions she’s in his ear, he’s never been on the direct receiving end of her casual jabber and Ghost felt a little awkward joking around with someone as high rank as Laswell. He wishes he has Gaz’s easy personality and openness right now, that man even cut through his defences like a lightsaber on butter.

He adjusted his binoculars and zoomed out a little bit to get a better look around the compound to find something to humour his superior. There’s a wooded area on the right, and a frozen over body of water on the left, a derelict civilian jeep sitting all by its lonesome in the middle of said lake. It made him smile the first time he saw it, because it’s the kind of thing he would’ve started or participated in if he worked in this god-forsaken place.

A harmless betting pool. Guess what date—and maybe time—would the jeep sink into the water, and win a couple rations, or chocolate bars maybe. Perhaps cash if they trust each other enough. Whatever prick tied up inside the jeep would just be an added bonus. The perfect pastime that could initiate an investigation.

Just as he thought about people he would love to stuff in a sinking car, a movement at the far edge of the clearing caught his eye. There were two of them, a slow-moving large animal with a smaller version of it by its side.

“Didn’t know meese exist out here.” He spoke up.

“Can you repeat that, bravo?”

“Meese. Thought they were native to Canada or North America.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

The cold plummeted his patience for Laswell. He’s trying his damnedest to sound neutral. “Moose, the animal. Like elks but ugly. Saw two of ‘em.”

Laswell had seemingly ignored his observation, the two animals he spotted had long walked away when Laswell’s voice came through his ear piece again, “Ghost?”

“Copy.”

“The plural of moose is still moose. It’s not like one goose and a couple of geese. For them it’s one moose and two or more of them would still be moose.”

“What?”

“Don’t know how else to tell you, Bravo.” He heard the start of a garbled laughter before Laswell cuts herself off out of respect. She started a moment later, “Who told you it was meese?”

The cat. The girl with the cat messed with him.

“Nobody. Thought they work the same way.”

This time Laswell laughed in his ear, purposefully turning on the radio so he could hear it.

Oh, you’re definitely getting pranked back for making him look stupid in front of his handler.

[g4yforethan]

safety net

pairing: namor x male!reader

summary: reader goes for a swim and wakes up in namors throne

warnings: cursing, kissing

a/n: sorry for being inactive recently school sucks also might make this into multiple parts but idk yet !

it was a clear day. temperatures had risen up to 100 degrees and there was no a/c in your house. luckily for you, the beach was a 5 minute walk so you decided to go in for an afternoon swim. you told your family goodbye and headed down to the beach. you took your shirt and shoes off and ran straight into the ocean. after a few minutes of swimming, you started to swim further away from shore. by this point, you couldn't feel the sand anymore and started to feel the water at your neck. "fuck-fuck- HELP!" you screamed for help but there was no one around. you screamed and started to lose consciousness when you felt something grab your foot and drag you underneath.

you woke up in a room. it wasn't a hospital room. a lady enters and offers you food. she was blue. her entire body was blue. you thought you were dead when all of a sudden you hear a voice. "he's up already? thought he would be knocked out for a couple more hours at least." a man enters the room. he had wings on his ankles and had a toned and muscular build. he sits across from you and and starts to admire you. "who are you? am i dead?" he laughs at your response while you were confused. "no not at all. see i heard a scream coming from above and went to rescue whoever it was. my name is kukulkan but others call me namor." you still were confused on where you were or what powers he possessed.

"and so you're like a superhero? like an avenger?" he was confused by what you said and got up and sat next to you. "i'm not whatever you just called me. i'm a mutant. a being from millions of years ago. my people stay here because water is what they breathe but for me i can breathe both air and water." you had put the pieces together. growing up, you heard about a legend of a man who lives in the water waiting to attack one who crosses his path. now he was sitting next to you. "so what do you want? are you gonna kill me? kidnap me?" he put his hand on your shoulder. "my love i'm not gonna do anything to harm you."

you looked in his eyes and felt what he felt. he was in love. love at first sight if you will. he gets closer to you and pulls in for a kiss. your lips meet as he puts his hands on your hair as yours touch his broad shoulders. “wow. you’re a really good kisser for being an ancient being.” he laughed and kissed you again. “my love there’s more where that came from.” you blushed and kissed his lips. soon as things started to get racy, a guard enters the room. you look up and see her as namor was on top of you. she notes this and immediately exits the room.

his hands touch your waist and his lips leave marks on your neck. you moan in pleasure. he pauses to catch his breath. “amor i never asked you your name.” “oh um it’s y/n.” “y/n? that’s a beautiful name my love.” he kisses you again and again. the sun began to set as it started to turn dark. “um i think i should head home now. my parents are probably really worried.” he looked at you in disappointment. “will you come back my love?” “yes of course. i just- i need time to think about what the fuck is going on okay?” he laughed and agreed. he took you home and gave you a kiss goodbye. you watched as he entered the water and disappeared.

[duckduckington]

Differences of the WoY visual style between the pilot and the final show (Along some other stuff) (Part 1)

So a crap-ton of cartoon show bibles and pilots surfaced recently, which is kind of fucking cool, and it included stuff from Wander over Yonder, which is way fucking cooler.

First thing I did was over-analyze the show's visual style and I figure I should put my findings somewhere, so here you go! In a chronological order, it's easier that way (and builds suspense for the real good stuff, ooohooooh (in a spooky ghost voice)).

The first shot alone already brings forth some differences. As far as I know, the show never illustrates space like this, entirely black with just a couple of stars to break the void. There's usually some blue star dust or something, kinda like this:

The skullship was planned to be 3D-animated apparently, instead of being drawn in the same style as the backgrounds. This allows for WAY more complex movements, since it's easier to pull off.

We then get to take a looksie inside of the ship... this isn't like ANYTHING in the show.

We do see control rooms on occasion, but not one like this. It's a circular room with rows of watchdogs on the wall, watching monitors, circulating the middle where Hater sits on his throne. The railings on its support carry Peepers and his cockpit. Two watchdogs control the ship (I think) at the front. That blue goop at the top might be the ship's brain (you can also already see some animation errors in the front, peep their grabbers). There ain't ever been a color palette inside the ship like this, they usually opt for red and black rather than red and white. This might have been their solution to making the characters native to Hater pop out against the background before deciding to just substitute black for purple.

There's still bright locations within the skullship, but they're non-threatening ones, like the food court.

Commander Peepers and the watchdogs have designs that, while closer to their final versions than the pitch bible (or whatever that cover of that graphic novel was supposed to be), carry some traits still worth pointing out (well, so does everything here, but pshhhshshhhshh).

SHINY

COLLARS

Puffy collars around necks, wrists and ankles.

Detailed irises.

Detailed soles on shoes.

Those lines on their gloves that you see in your grandpa's toons.

(bugs bunny pictured flipping the bird)

This is specific to Peepers; the jagged thunder-spike on his helmet has dimension to it, as opposed to the implied dimension in his final design. Spikes on the side are also way longer here.

His eye/face emotes differently by just utilizing a black eyelid, rather than turning the hat into a pseudo-eyebrow, kinda like Double D from Ed, Edd n' Eddy.

We then get a glimpse at Hater's design...

Despite his face missing, you can already see some differences, like his arms resembling more those of an actual skeleton and packing a lot less mass. His hood is also a bit more tout and the folds surrounding it have more empathis.

Another space shot with some shapes to break up the infinite black; it's not always you see a warm color palette for space in the actual show.

Maybe here, when Wander and Sylvia stop the sun from blowing up in "The Good Deed".

When entering the city that's about to get its shit stirred by Hater, we notice that there aren't ANY other locations illustrated like this. We usually have smooth, airbrushy looking stuff, when this is more reminiscent of a comic strip, with clear lines and some hatching to indicate weight here and there. Same goes for the townsfolk, they remind me of... Krazy Kat or something. Craig McCracken has gone on record saying he drew a lot of inspiration from old comic strips, but I don't know if Krazy Kat is one of them. I just thought of it :)

The inside of the skullship looked different so this place might have had an unique artstyle to other locations we would've seen in this version of the show, but that would also be a big difference since the actual show keeps the background style consistent throughout the whole run (as far as I know).

Goes in hand with the skullship; the watchdogs are 3D-animated here, although subtly.

Different gun designs... they look more like water guns here. Big ol' TUBES. Their guns in the show are more sci-fi-esque.

Hater's logo is different, in-line with his design. Way flatter design too. Might as well take a look at his actual face now.

Well, more like next time. Just found out you can only use up to 30 images in one post. Oopsies. I'll continue this when I have the energy! I'll continue my chronological analysis/rambling and perhaps talk about the general art-style and animation at the end. Might take me a couple of more posts.

[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔈𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔞𝔪𝔢 - 𝔍𝔐𝔎

jmk x f!reader

first of many, enjoy ;)

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings: mentions of alcohol, fake dating trope (it's a fave and I not be sorry), bit of angst, josh is a cutie

taylor's version masterpost

reputation masterpost

☮

Young Starlet Caught in Compromising Position!

Your publicist was less than pleased about the headline. Even though you had insisted nothing had happened, and that picture was simply a case of a bad angle. It wasn’t looking great, though. To be fair, the picture was pretty bad. A bruise painted your neck, lipstick smudged around your mouth as some guy grabbed your hips from behind.

It would be hard to explain yourself out of that one, to be honest. Regardless of whether the picture was accurately depicting your actions of the night, the fans had seen it. Your image had already been tainted in their eyes, and it would be nearly impossible to recover. 

Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah

Rather than attempting to, it was decided that you required a rebrand. It started with the incorporation of darker clothes into your “wardrobe” - quoted only because it was what was chosen for you. Interviews began to shift to questioning the possibility of heavier music, to which you would coyly suggest it was possible. 

Then you released a new single. It caught the attention of rock fans everywhere. There was a sudden call for a genre change, which you hoped so desperately for. The last few years of your life had made you feel like a sell out. You traded the humanity and meaning in your music for tracks that would generate streams and ranks on charts. 

Within a couple years, no one remembered the popstar you had been. It was all about the rockstar you had become. And you were a big one. 

It wasn’t overwhelming anymore. The work you put in was hard and abundant, but it was genuine. It showed in the love that poured from the fans over social media and in the crowds of your sold out shows. 

A world tour was in the talks and an opening act was in question. Someone suggested a band you had heard a handful of times before: Greta Van Fleet, not that you ever really had time to immerse yourself in a new band. From the videos you’d seen and the songs you’d heard, you would be lucky to have them on tour with you. They were getting relatively popular and you knew you had to strike fast to get them on the setlist. 

“I have a surprise for you!” Gene, your publicist, exclaimed in a sing-song tune. 

“Ugh, last time you said that, I had a snake draped over my body. Still mad at you for that, actually.” You only looked up from your phone for the last sentence, otherwise preoccupied with a daunting game of 8 Ball with your best friend. 

“Well, this one I’m not sure is much better, if we’re being honest,” he trailed off, “the label loves you, you know that.” 

“Uh oh.” You weren’t worried. 

“But in a recent poll, they found that fans think you’re …how do I put this …boring?” He strung his words together carefully, as to not offend you. It wasn’t his tone of voice that concerned you. 

“Boring?! I’m practically fucking a mic stand every night!” 

“Not enough anymore, babe.” He was being rather nonchalant, and you realized that being called “boring” wasn’t even the main issue that was being presented. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “So what are they going to do about it, Gene.” His name came out like the sparking embers of a fire on the forest floor. 

And I heard about you, ooh (yeah) You like the bad ones too

That was how you ended up at an intimate restaurant in Nashville, across from Josh Kiszka. He was nervous and it was actually kind of cute. It reminded you of a real date, something you hadn’t had in ages. 

“I like your dress. Green. That’s my favorite color,” his eyes raked over the silk of your dress. It extended to your ankles, a slit daring to expose your leg. The straps were a little tight, and prevented you from wearing a normal bra, and the tape holding up your breasts was peeling from sweat. 

“I know,” you chuckled, “everything about this is set up to be as persuasive as possible.”

“Oh. Either way. It looks great on you.” He was genuine, and as the night went on, you found that it wasn’t even his most endearing trait. 

Just as the clock was about to hit 11, he was standing on your front porch, wishing he didn’t have to leave. This was an arrangement, a plan to draw attention to the both of you, driving up streams and ticket sales. 

As you stood on your porch, hand lingering on the door as if it was a riddle, so close to him that you could practically taste the wine on his lips, you realized something. You realized that you were going to inevitably fall in love with Josh Kiszka, undeniable force meets immovable object. It was almost expected that dread would fill your stomach as you recognized this fate, but it never came. Instead, butterflies flew in its place. 

I've passed days without fun, this endgame is the one With four words on the tip of my tongue I'll never say

A month and half later, and several dates to show, you had proven yourself correct. But, who could blame you? What about Josh wasn’t lovable? 

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you announced to the meeting. There were a few label executives, Gene, and Josh with his team. 

“What?” Josh was the first to say anything, and his face portrayed betrayal. 

“Yeah, what he said,” Gene added. 

You sighed, “I don’t want to pretend to be in a relationship anymore. That’s not what my job is, and I don’t see how it adds any value to my music.” 

“B-But, this is what’s going to sell the tickets. A love story, performing together in the throes of romance.” You glared at the executive. 

“No, our raw talent and meaningful music will sell tickets. I will not be told who I can date, when I can see them, and especially when I can break up with them. If that’s a problem, I’m sure another record label would have no problem meeting my demands.” 

This is what drew Josh to you: your fiery passion. In spite of that, he was upset, especially since you hadn’t even discussed it with him. He was under the impression that you liked him, maybe even liked him. God, he felt like a middle schooler again, paired with the pretty girl for a project only for her to ask for a different partner halfway through. 

I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be) Just another ex-love (you don't wanna see)

As it turns out, the label no longer had a problem meeting your demands. You waited outside the board room for Josh, pulling him aside when he came out, head hung low. 

“It’s not you, trust me.” 

“Oh, then it’s you?” 

“No. Listen, I don’t want to be told to date you, or what happens over the course of our ‘relationship.’ I don’t want the pressure of having to pretend to love you.” 

“I get it, believe me. You don’t have to explain.” 

“I want to do it by myself, on my terms. Love you, I mean. And believe me, I do.” 

He looked up for the first time, his eyes were beautiful. But you already knew that. 

“I don’t want to have to forget you, and never see you again because the tour is over. I want our love to be ours, and no one else’s.” 

Josh smiled, he agreed.

I wanna be your endgame, endgame

〚taglist〛

gvf: @doodle417, @brokenbellz, @gretavanfleas, @pyrojoshy, @greta-van-chaos, @xserenax-13, @hayley1623, @kdarling1, @autumns30, @keighoe, @chalametpwk, @sammysvanfeet, @shawnsthighs, @gretavanbitches, @sammiejane22, @gretavanbestie, @jordierama, @alexxavicry, @spark-my-nature, @rainy-darling

joshy: @prophetofthedune, @loofypoofy, @gretavangracee

[jahayla-parker]

Note/confession: this was an unplanned fic that I’ve written to shamelessly offer myself some semblance of comfort (or as I told @ell0ra-br3kk3r , remedying me needing my Freddy fix after the events of my trip; which you’ll more or less read about below- except unlike y/n I don’t actually have Freddy to comfort me 😭)

Bite Me : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 2.3k wc, y/n is fortunate enough to be looked after by her wonderfully caring husband Freddy after her recent vacation took an unexpected turn. Fluff, hurt/sick comfort.

Warnings: not proofread yet, one curse right at the start, mentions of bug bites and bugs, mentions of bug bite symptoms and treatment (including prescriptions and other medical settings & topics), minor mentions of a small amount of blood (from scratching too hard).

“Fuck me,” y/n whimpered, her body feeling truly miserable. She had been on a trip with friends to several beaches over the last week and now she was covered in bites. Prior to being bitten by them, she’d never even heard of no see ums. But, that didn’t stop them from aggressively attacking all areas of y/n’s body.

Freddy frowned as he watched y/n twitch as she tried to restrain herself from scratching at the inflamed, red, aggravated bites. He’d been bitten by the particular bug only once before and only a handful of marks formed that time, but he still knew how terribly itchy the welts could be. He even recalled having wished to have been bitten by mosquitoes instead as no see ums are far worse. As such, Freddy felt horrible for his wife.

“We’re almost there, darling,” Freddy encouraged softly. He reached across the console to grab Y/N’s hand, his thumb cautiously rubbing the back of it while avoiding the multiple bites present there. When y/n hummed begrudgingly in response, Freddy gazed over at her and his eyes once again tried to scan just how many bites she was covered in. He’d tried to count them upon her return home, but she just wanted to sleep as she’d gotten in at the early hours of the morning today. Unfortunately, as Freddy suspected, y/n had only been able to get a couple hours of sleep before waking up due to the pain and discomfort. Therefore, he was now driving her to the urgent care clinic nearby to be seen.

Y/n had initially been against Freddy’s idea, feeling like she was utilizing resources that would be better used by others. But, after Freddy had made it a point to authentically count out each of the bumps on her right lower leg, she quickly changed her mind. Freddy had only counted the bites on the area between the base of her right knee and the top of her right ankle. Yet, his counting was cut off by y/n when he’d reached 146 bites in that area alone.

It wasn’t uncommon for no see ums to bite in bunches with multiple bites on an area. But, Freddy hadn’t seen anything like this before. He could only imagine the amount of bugs that had ventured onto her legs as they decided to make a meal of her. Especially when he realized it wasn’t just her lower right leg that was bitten countless times. Instead, Freddy quickly realized the bites also more than covered y/n’s upper right leg, all the way to her bum. His despair over her predicament increased when he’d seen that the red itchy bites had mapped all over both legs in the same manner, the fronts and backs of her arms from her hands to her shoulders, her neck, chest, and entire upper and middle back areas as well. As ridiculous and impossible as it was, Freddy wished he could’ve protected his lovely wife from such an awful occurrence.

Freddy knew he couldn’t reasonably expect to count every single bite, much less when driving. But, the simple fact that when he’d looked over to do so he’d seen her agony broke his heart. Freddy sighed as she clutched her hands tightly together to keep from scratching futilely at the marks. After stopping at the next light, he leaned over and pressed a sympathetic kiss to her forehead. “I know you’re miserable, but you’re doing so well, love,” Freddy encouraged.

Freddy prepared himself to try and convince y/n to take the vile-tasting liquid medication the doctor had passed her way. Only, before he could even open his mouth, she’d confirmed with the doctor the appropriate process and then promptly downed the cup in one go. In fact, Freddy’s suspicions of the severity of her condition were confirmed when she went for a second toss of the contents in the cup to be sure to not miss a single drop of the remedy. He brushed some hair from her face and handed her a glass of water to wash down the aftertaste, hating that was all he could do for her.

Freddy listened to the doctor’s advice very carefully, asking plenty of follow-up questions to ensure he knew how to best help his wife. He’d easily memorized that in addition to the liquid steroid medication she’d just taken, the doctor was prescribing y/n some very strong prescription antihistamines to take twice a day at home. Freddy had discussed bathing and showering restrictions with the provider, making mental note to not let her take anything other than a cold water bath or shower until the welts were resolved. He had to come to terms with the notion that y/n’s severe discomfort might not be fully remedied for over two weeks even with the treatment offered. Freddy hated that idea and wanted to cry when he saw y/n holding back tears over the thought of this lasting that long.

“Oohhh,” y/n whined, a sarcastic laugh exiting her lips after. “Gaaahhh, Freddyyyyyy,” she cried out. She shifted around in her husband’s passenger seat unable to get comfortable. “It, it iiiitttcchhesss”.

Freddy’s eyes flickered from the road briefly to look at y/n. He sighed deeply with a frown. “I know,” he replied solemnly. “But-, no darling, no scratching,” Freddy directed, pulling her arm away from her thigh.

“But,” y/n croaked, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe how insanely itchy her entire body was. Not to mention, there was also this simultaneous burning sensation from the bites and she was exhausted from not sleeping. Y/n genuinely didn’t think she’d been that uncomfortable before without being in excruciating pain. “It itches so badly,” y/n pointed out weakly.

With his eyes turned back onto the road, Freddy took the hand of Y/N’s he’d grabbed moments before and brought it to his lips. He placed a loving kiss on the backside of her hand. “I’m truly sorry, darling,” he acknowledged, “but scratching, well, it’ll only make it worse”.

“Oh bite me,” y/n exclaimed, using her other hand to scratch her ankle aggressively.

Freddy sighed and shook his head. He understood her desire (to the extent he was capable of that is since her situation was far worse than anything similar that he’d ever had). But, he still despised the idea that she could be harming herself by doing so. As such, he tapped one of the few clear spots on her leg and lightly shook his head at her. “Besides,” Freddy murmured, opting for another approach to his response. “I’m afraid things biting you is what got you into this situation, no?” He teased playfully, earning an unamused glare from y/n despite her small whimperish laugh.

Y/n grimaced as the itchy sensation once again fluttered through her body from head to toe and back. She began rubbing her legs against each other in hopes of having the friction ease the desire to actually scratch the bites. Y/n knew it still wasn’t likely an ideal solution, but something had to give, and at least this way she wasn’t risking opening the welts.

“Darling, it’s time,” Freddy said as he entered their living room. He quickly passed y/n her favorite water bottle and one of her newly prescribed antihistamines. They both sighed in minimal relief as she visibly swallowed the pill. It was obvious they were both hoping the pill would start to help her discomfort soon.

“Thank you,” y/n said quietly. She set the water bottle down, a small smile forming as she realized her husband had explicitly cleaned her emotional support water bottle for her to use. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, noticing the confusion the sentiment made form on Freddy’s face. “I’m being difficult and whiny,” y/n admitted, “I know I am, but-“.

“Y/n, love,” Freddy coed warmly. He cupped her face; partially choosing that contact option because it was the only part of her body he could touch without further igniting the itching feeling constantly inside of her. “You can whine and complain all you want,” he said tenderly. “You’re in an absurdly unpleasant and downright desolate state,” Freddy frowned in sympathy. “You’re not being difficult by wanting to, or actually scratching, you are fighting the urge the best you can. I know that.” “Why don’t we watch something on the telly to distract you a bit?” Freddy suggested considerately.

“I am freaking miserable,” y/n said in a singsong voice. She laughed humorously as she slid her shorts back on over her irritated skin, restraining from scratching the bites. She heard Freddy’s sympathetic sigh over the faint sound of his footsteps as he made his way to their bathroom. Y/n turned on the sink faucet, groaning as she prepared to wash her hands with warm water for sanitary purposes despite knowing how much worse her symptoms would be as a result.

Just as the water trickled onto Y/N’s hand, she noticed a small bug on her left at the edge of the vanity corner. It was some small black bug, but that’s all she could tell from that angle. As such, she reached over and moved the decorative item that was blocking her eyes from determining what kind of bug it was that had broken into her home. Y/n quickly realized it was a tiny spider as it began dangling from a thin web against the wall.

Without hesitating or even thinking, Y/N smacked her bare palm against the bug. The realization of what she’d just done hit her instantaneously as she pulled her hand back and saw the squished black mark on the white bathroom wall. “I don’t fuck around with bugs anymore,” she declared thoughtlessly. Y/n didn’t realize how unhinged her behavior or remark were until she heard the way Freddy’s chuckles reverberated around their restroom.

Y/n swallowed thickly as she hurriedly washed her hands. She tried to hide her bashful expression as she spun to where Freddy was in order to dry her hands. Only, it seemed he’d noticed and it only fueled his laughter further. Y/n shot him a fake glare that quickly shifted as she burst into genuine laughter of her own over her actions.

“Bloody hell,” Freddy laughed. He snaked his arms around y/n’s lower back to avoid most of her bites. “I am absolutely enamored by you, y/n/n,” he confessed with an amused grin. “And, quite impressed, you not only didn’t ask me to kill the spider for you, but you used your bare palm to do so on your own and then trash talked it,” Freddy said as he shook his head.

Y/n giggled and cautiously rested her head against Freddy’s shoulder. She made sure she was positioned so that none of the areas of her skin that were covered in bites touched her husband. Not because they were contagious, as they weren’t, but rather to keep her symptoms from increasing. “Let’s not talk about that again,” y/n hummed bashfully.

“Oh, but, darling, we have to talk about that all again still,” Freddy argued playfully. He laughed lightheartedly at y/n’s exaggerated groan, knowing the giggles that followed it showed her true feelings over the situation.

Freddy gasped whisperingly as he entered the bedroom. He figured it was taking y/n too long to change into her pajamas, so he’d wandered that way to check on her and possibly offer some help. Only, it seemed her discomfort had intensified to the point she’d caved into the burning desire to scratch at the inflamed bites. For, Freddy had entered the bedroom to find y/n rapidly scratching any and all areas of her body she could get her hands on; her hands flying around as they moved between areas with aggressively intense speed and force. Yet, it was the already visible result of such actions that made Freddy uncontrollably gasp.

“Oh love,” Freddy whined quietly. He could only imagine how bad her body was feeling if she had resorted to painfully dragging her nails all over her skin in hopes of even temporary relief. Especially as she’d done so to the extent that several of the once red-from-inflammation welts were now red from the trace amount of blood that had begun to leave the now open bites.

Instead of scolding y/n for something he knew was a last resort effort for her, Freddy exited the bedroom and quickly returned with a wet towel. “Let’s clean these off with a cold cloth, yeah?” He suggested as he knelt down before her seated position at the edge of their bed. “Place your hands on my shoulders please, darling,” Freddy requested, planning on using that as a way to keep her from continuing to violently scratch at her body. “Perfect, thank you,” he hummed as he slowly brought the cold cloth to her bare skin.

Freddy took his time cleaning the blood from y/n’s skin. He had intentionally taken longer than was necessary because he recalled how the doctor mentioned a cold compress could help ease the inflammation and therefore hopefully the itching. It was only once Freddy had felt the cloth reach room temperature that he fully removed it from her skin.

When he heard y/n sigh quietly in slight disappointment, Freddy realized instead of ending the round of treatment, he should step up his game. As such, he held onto Y/N’s hands as they remained on his shoulders and lowered them to his chest as he stood. “Darling,” Freddy spoke softly before he kissed her forehead. “I’m going to draw you a cold bath, we’ll give that a try”.

Unfortunately, this went on for quite some time. But, Freddy never gave up on his efforts to ease y/n’s misery. And, no matter how bad it got, y/n was never able to feel truly desolate because she knew her husband would do whatever he could to help her. Eventually, things resolved and Freddy attested that he was going to be sure to remind her to pack & use bug spray for all of her travels even if he wasn’t there to apply it to her skin himself.

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Morning Glory - (NSFW)

Summary: Chrissy has recently moved into the Munson trailer. Eddie unfortunately wakes up with morning wood, so he heads to the bathroom to take care of it. Chrissy has a couple of ideas to help him with his dilemma.

Early morning wood wasn’t an unusual phenomenon for Eddie. A quick masturbation session took care of it and then he was good for the rest of the day. However that matter was going to change once Chrissy came into his life. Ever since she moved into the trailer, he felt that it was inappropriate to wake up beside her like this. His two choices were a cold shower or finish in the bathroom.

In the very early hours on a cool spring morning, Chrissy had turned over and felt the absence of his warm body. She could hear moaning from the bathroom, she was curious so she decided to investigate. The darkness of the trailer shielded her from Eddie’s eyes. Well then again his eyes were tightly shut as he jerked his cock within his tattooed hand. The door was left open just a crack, giving her a chance to witness the glorious sight of him masturbating. This felt so illegal to just stare, her own private show with Eddie as the star. Her pussy throbbed, moistening her panties as she kept her mouth covered. Her body heat rising at the sight and sounds of the most beautiful man fucking his closed fist.

He called her name multiple times, describing exactly what he needed, “Spread those legs. Oh fuck, play with your pussy you dirty slut. Suck my fucking cock… oh good girl, my good girl.”

Chrissy’s jaw dropped, a silent exhale escaping as she rubbed herself against the wall. Those words of his, no matter how crude, never failed to make her wet.

She couldn’t simply wait, she had to speak, “Eddie.”

His heart dropped, blood running cold despite the hotness emitting from his skin. Shit, he was so fucked! How was he going to explain himself? Well the moment Chrissy gently opened the door and turned on the light, no explanation was needed. Her cheeks were bright pink, dark pupils dilated, and her shiny essence coated upon her fingers.

Their bodies faced each other, her icy blue eyes shined under the dull bathroom light. She wore one of his band shirts, one that was clearly too big for her. She stepped forward and reached out to him, her slick covered hand making good use of his hardened cock. Eddie was at a loss for words, what felt like a nightmare turned into an amazing dream. This was clearly no dream, the way she groped and fondled him clearly indicated that this was really happening; and he loved it.

“Why are you hiding in the bathroom, Eddie?” she sweetly whispered.

“Oh fuck… ooh babe…”. Her grip began to loosen, that’s when Eddie found his words, “I- I- I got hard and I didn’t want to freak you out- oh shit!”

She offered him a tiny smirk as she gave him a good tug, her voice lovable, “You’re so considerate. Always thinking about me and my safety. Such a good boyfriend.”

His heart slammed against his ribcage, “Thank you babe, oh just like that.”

She leaned forward and pecked his neck, “You have a beautiful cock, Eddie.” Her free hand spider crawled down his back, giving his rear a playful squeeze, her voice a gentle whisper in his ear, “Baby.”

This felt too good to be true, as if he was experiencing something from one of his dirty movies. Jeans around his ankles, being handled by his lover, and getting praised. This was definitely going to awaken a thing or two in him, right now he was focused on trying not to cum too fast.

“Chrissy, Chrissy, oh fu-”

Her sweet little giggle seemed so cruel, “What’s wrong Eddie? Come on, you can tell me.”

He bit down on his lower lip, “Cum… gotta cum Chri-”

Despite the soft volume, her tone was firm, “No. You don’t get to cum yet.”

Eddie felt his legs start to shake, “Please Chrissy-”

She kissed his ear, her hand began to slow down, “I said ‘No.’ You have to wait. Good boys wait, Eddie.” Sapphire stared deeply into smokey topaz, "You will be a good boy for me, won’t you?”

His eyebrows scrunched up, a tiny smile emerging through, “Y-Yes…”

Her hand started to loosen up, “Hmm? What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

Eddie loudly declared, “Yes!” She quickly covered his mouth, he then responded breathlessly, “Yes, I will be a good boy for you, Chrissy.”

Her princess pink lips pecked his trembling mouth, “Thatta boy.”

She held him once more, leading her beloved by his cock back into their room. Eddie had no choice but to follow, trying to remember how to breathe. His body was on fire, the flames growing with each passing moment. He adored the way Chrissy could be so kind and so demanding. Even when she barely had to speak up, he was more than ready to listen to her. To serve her, kneel before her, and do exactly as she commanded. Wow, he was really enjoying himself, perhaps much more than she realized.

“Now, take off your clothes and lay down.”

The cold air felt so pleasant upon his burning flesh, goosebumps forming from top to bottom. He was lovely, tall and slim, his chest and arms beautifully inked. The newest addition of his collection that adorned his left bicep depicted a snake slithering through a human skull. Eddie had wondered if perhaps he needed another tattoo. One that not only matched his dark and brooding aesthetic, but one that precisely indicated his undying love for her. Another time of course, right now all he had to do was present himself.

The accompanying bedside lamp made Chrissy shine, a Goddess walking towards a mortal man. She stood there, hungry eyes drinking in the gorgeous sight of him. He was rock hard, veiny shaft pulsating and twitching slightly. Nipples deliciously jutting out from his soft breasts. Red watercolor flush painted upon his pale flesh. A single finger very gently circled the very top of his bulging head. She was careful with him, tracing the shape and circumference of the tip. Soon allowing all of her fingers to gingerly caress him.

Eddie grabbed the sheets like his life depended on it, “O-Oh… oh my god.”

Chrissy gazed at him with love in her sparkling eyes, her other hand offering his length a playful squeeze. She couldn’t prevent her little giggles from coming out. He looked so sweet, hips attempting to follow her, watching her jerk him so very, very slowly.

“You’re so cute when you’re whiny,” she mentioned. “You’re just a big baby, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” he cooed.

She bent down and gave the top a tiny kiss. This soon led to longer smooches and kitten licking. He shut his eyes, trying his best to focus on his breathing instead of the bubblegum pink lips and wet tongue teasing him with seemingly no end in sight.

“Eyes on me, Edward.”

Eddie watched as Chrissy let a glob of saliva land upon him, waiting for it to slide down before licking it off. Her slithering tongue was like a paintbrush, creating all manner of precise strokes with dexterity and delicacy. Very carefully swallowing him as far as her mouth could allow. This was heaven for Eddie, delicious and moist heaven. His lover taking the most vulnerable part of his physical being and offering him the kind of pleasure he had only ever fantasized about. Yet despite the tantalizing nature of Chrissy’s talent, hell was not getting the chance to blow his load down her throat. Still, being ordered by her to not cum was quite thrilling.

Beads of sweat cascaded down his face, hot air continually pumping out of his lungs. Air suddenly escaped him the moment she went down just a little more. Sucking in her cheeks and humming a little tune as she moved her head. He felt so snug in her throat, the squeezing sensation felt oddly satisfying to her. Eyes locked together once more, he looked divine, skin gleaming a hotter shade of red that continued to spread along his torso and shoulders. Eddie’s mind would forever imprint this very special and very sleazy moment.

He was desperate, he wasn't going to last, “Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”

Chrissy rested her hands upon his warm thighs, easing herself off of him. Wiping the drool and pre-cum from her newly freed mouth. She sat beside him, crossing her legs and tossing her hair to the side. She appeared so casual as if she didn’t just blow him from here to almost kingdom come.

She cradled his face, presenting a playfully mean smirk, “Poor, sweet Eddie. You’re a total mess. That must have been so hard for you.”

“Chrissy-”

“Shh, shh. You’re doing so good, Eddie. I know you wanna cum, just hold on a little longer.” Her lower lip quivered, her expression and voice oozed sweetness and sympathy, “You can do that can’t you, baby? Hmm?”

He blinked his teary eyes, “Uh-huh.”

She wiped the little trails and kissed his forehead, “I know, I know. You can do it, Eddie. You’re almost there.”

She was telling the truth, he knew that she was right. He believed her with all of his heart and he would wait, even if it took all morning. Things became all the more enticing when she removed her underwear and brought it close to his face. The soft, frilly material looked oh so good and wonderfully slick.

“Do you want a taste?” Chrissy gently prompted. “Go ahead, you deserve it.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out and savored the intoxicating delicacy that is Chrissy Cunningham. He may not have the most expensive palate, but he would gladly trade all the food in the world just to have a taste of her. Underwear or straight from the source, he didn’t care, he was glad to oblige. Chrissy nibbled her bottom lip as she watched that tongue of his clean the garment.

She cutely cooed, “Aww, look at you. You love the taste of my pussy don’t you, Eddie?” Her other hand scratched his scalp, “You’re such a slut.”

He whimpered when she threw her panties to some unknown corner, “I want more.” Her brow arched up harshly, she didn’t need to say a single word. Eddie gulped, “I- I’m sorry. Can I have more please?”

Her smile returned, “Good boy, Eddie.”

She positioned herself above his hips, pushing up the giant shirt to reveal her lovely body. Her curly covered apex sat mere inches above his dick. Pudgy labia so warm upon her fingers as she explored herself. Carefully sliding a couple of fingers into her wet apex, so close to the weeping tip.

“Oh my god,” Eddie groaned, having to restrain himself from grabbing her by the hips.

Her other hand carefully circled her clitoris, her voice so soft and breathy, “You like that? Watching me touch myself?”

“Y-Yes,” he huffed.

Chrissy chuckled, her fingers cycling her inner walls, “I heard you say those naughty things about me. ‘Spread those legs. Play with your pussy you dirty slut. Suck my fucking cock.’ You’re a dirty slut. Go on. Say it.”

His mind was losing focus, all he could hear was her voice, answering her like the mindless sex servant that he was, “I’m a dirty slut.”

“Louder,” she ordered, stroking his cock with her juices.

“I’m a dirty slut!” Eddie wailed.

His jaw slammed shut when he heard an angry fist pounding at his bedroom door. He knew the gruffness of his uncle’s voice anywhere.

“Boy! It’s three in the morning!

Chrissy pushed herself down on his cock. Smiling devilishly as she quickly covered his mouth. Wagging her finger and quietly tutting her tongue. Smugly looking over at the locked door and enjoying the madness of this moment.

Wayne continued, “What are you yelling about?”

Chrissy moved her hand aside and whispered, “Tell him you’re sorry.”

“Nothing. I’m sorry uncle Wayne. I- I- I had a bad dream,” he attempted to answer back as regularly as he could.

She tightened up around him, gyrating her hips in slow circles. Hypnotizing him with her cunt and with her breasts as she squeezed them.

“Jesus Christ, you scream like someone died in front of you. Just get back to sleep, Eddie. Goodnight.” Wayne grumbled.

Eddie nodded, shaking his head when he remembered that he couldn’t be seen, “O-Okay. G-Goodnight.”

His uncle returned to his room, and so they waited for a few minutes. Chrissy continued her erotic method of torture, relishing the pleasurable and painful expressions on his face.

She relaxed her body and shimmied her lower half, “That was a close one. Now…” She roughly grabbed his wrists and held them down, “…hold on tight big boy.”

Chrissy was merciless as she humped and bounced on top of him. He felt amazing, better than amazing! He fit perfectly within her pulsating center, filling and emptying herself to such delight. Squeezing and suffocating his member with such intensity and ecstasy. Despite his lack of working brain cells, Eddie couldn’t help but wonder if he already died and this was going to be his final resting place; if that was the case he had no complaints. His fingers dug into his palms, eyes focusing on the ravishing woman taking him. She could see the love in those chocolate button eyes. He wanted to singhis praises and adoration of her, butthe most he could do was groan and say her name.. As wild as Eddie Munson could be, he was tameable. All it took was the right person to do it.

Chrissy was beginning to find it challenging to say what she wanted to as well, centering her thoughts on herself and him. Their hips did not falter, the rhythmic motion of her seeping flower kept his engorged vine under wraps. The sky looking down at the earth, pastel pink crashing down to intertwine with rose pink. The heat from their skin rising, the bed springs danced and sang a song of squeaks and creaks. Her nails pinched his skin, driving his form deeper into the old mattress, breaking the kiss for a moment to try and breathe.

She squealed, “Fuck, fuck, Eddie. Eddie… oh god!”

He mewled, “Fuck, Chrissy. Oh baby, oh my god!”

She nuzzled into his neck, sampling the salty sweat before whispering, “Cum.”

Something almost Pavlovian switched on in his head. That was it, that one single command was all it took for him to let go and finally give in. Time had stopped, he could see sparks forming before his eyes. The build up was over, Eddie came and came. His orgasm hit him hard and fast, blowing all previous attempts out the window. The rush overpowered him completely, thick ropes streaming out like lava from an exploding volcano. Chrissy wrapped her arms around him, he did the same to her. She bit down on his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming and he scratched at her back. The more he marked, the harder she clamped down. Pure, unabashed bliss between the two lovers. Bodies that willingly fell into the depths had started to gain some buoyancy once again, floating above and beyond into a cloudy space of eternal elation.

Despite the heaviness of sleep starting to take hold, he eased her back onto the bed. His grip loosened, snuggling into her chest, and offering her small kisses. She cradled him, smacking her lips to his forehead. Eddie faced him and gave her a bashful grin. She scrunched up her nose when she smiled back. They were exhausted and ecstatic. After tonight, there was no chance of feigning ignorance about those stains now.

“Hi Eddie,” Chrissy casually stated.

Eddie responded, his intoxicated grin growing, “Hi Chrissy.”

Chrissy moved the loose curls away from his face, “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? I feel fucking fantastic,” Eddie happily answered back. “Holy shit, that was amazing! Where did you learn all that?”

Her lips puckered up, letting them pop before giving him a response, “Uh… well you know, I have my little fantasies.” She began to rub the back of her neck, “And I may have found your um… video collection.”

His eyes widened, “Chrissy Cunningham, you watched one of my porno tapes? Without me?”

“What? I was curious! I mean, you’re not mad at me are you?”

He guffawed, “Babe, I don’t care if you read a ‘How To Give Your Boyfriend the Best Blow Job Ever’ guide from one of your magazines! That was fucking phenomenal!”

Chrissy touched her blushing cheek, “Oh god, Eddie.”

He held her face, his eyes sparkling with such enthusiasm, “Oh come on, don’t get shy with me. You knew what you were doing and you knew that you were amazing at it.”

She pecked his nose, “Thanks Eddie. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He quickly shook his head, smile still wide and pleasant, “Nope. Not at all. Oh shit, your back.” He turned her around and checked, leaning down to kiss the markings, mumbling such gentle apologies.

Chrissy hugged him, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine. What about your neck?”

He shrugged, “Not the first time I’ve been bitten. Well, that is, this is the first time I got myself a love bite…” The pull of sleep gripped him, causing a large yawn to come out, “…instead of a fight bite.”

The yawn passed on to her, “I think it’s time for bed.”

They settled down and allowed themselves to relax in each other’s arms. Basking in the wonderful series of lazy kisses before falling into the lovely slumber of the very early morning.

He had one more thing to ask, “Chrissy?”

“Mmhm?”

“When it’s time to get up, what do you want for breakfast?”

She giggled, “Sausage á la Munson.”

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im here to be a menace to society (= a menace to myself actually) n request some (very basic but very needed) rivals to ? not rlly lovers more like fwb + juyeon for the 1k event thing . ofc smut 👹👹👹 -🦦

Whores for Juyeon rise up😩😩😩😩

Rivals to FWB’s with Juyeon:

cw - smut, a whole bit abt big cawk Juyeon just because, Reader has a coochie, infuriating Juyeon, squirting

You and Juyeon’s are each other’s rivals

And you’re petty

So petty that you don’t even know why you’re fighting over a stupid chair in the common room

Just that you are

“I sit here every day!”

“I came here first!

“I need it more!”

“It’s my spot!”

The student body there has given up all hopes of telling you to be quiet

And all of the staff refuses to step in the mess and tell you both to leave

However, all of them have their fingers crossed for you to get over it quickly

Yk. As toddlers do.

You grab Juyeon’s collar and yank him up as hard as you can

“You can’t pretend that your empty brain is retaining any information whatsoever. Move!”

“You should do more comprehension activities because I said I wasn’t moving,”

“Stop wasting my time,”

“Stop fucking my vibe,”

“Some of us need to study!”

“Then find some place else!”

“Selfish prick!”

“Desperate bitch,”

“Silence!”

That shuts both of you up

The head person looks at you both sternly before threatening you of suspension if you both don’t stop using such preposterous language and showing this childish behaviour

You two retract to your respective dorms after that

Unfortunately, the staircase is the same for both of your dorm rooms

And you always need to have the final say

“Do you get paid for being a pain in my ass? Genuine question,”

“If you got laid more often you wouldn’t let your sexual frustrations out like this,” he rolls his eyes

“How dare you assume stuff about me!”

He presses you against the railing in an instant

“It’s hardly assuming stuff considering your voice is constantly behind me giving a headache. So unless you’re fucking someone invisible next to me, it’s pretty obvious that your cunt hasn’t gotten any action since the start of our degree, if ever,”

“You’re so shameless!”

“I’m shameless enough to strip you down and fuck you in this stairwell if you don’t shut the fuck up,”

Someone actually passes by but neither of you see it bc you’re too busy sending daggers to each other with your eyes

“Bite me, you irresponsible manwhore,”

“I’m the whore? Really? As if you don’t wet your panties thinking about getting a train ran on you by the entire football team,”

At that he grinds his crotch into yours

“But I’m in the football team too? Guess that’s why I can never seem to hide from you,”

“Are you insinuating I want to fuck you?”

“Im insinuating that my cock is your only cure to actually shutting the fuck up for once,”

“You couldn’t even if you begged all the gods in the universe,”

“So full of yourself,”

He’d grab your face and squeeze your cheeks together

“If i fail, you can have the stupid spot in the common room forever,”

“And if I fail?”

“I get to fuck you whenever I want,”

Overconfident, you don’t even give it a moment to decide

“Deal.”

You two barely make it up the stairs without sustaining any injuries

Juyeon did stumble a couple of times but at this point the adrenaline would keep him alive for an orgasm or so even if he broke his neck

Clothes? Off

Pussy? Drenched

Juyeon? Stiff and erect

“Are you a fucking horse?”

This is the first time you hear him laugh so genuinely at something you said

“Why would you say that?”

You look at him incredulously

“Because that thing looks like a fucking dragon!?”

“It’s not that big,”

He’d brush you off

“Of all the things in your life, THIS is the one you decide to be humble about??”

Juyeon would just roll his eyes and catwalk towards you

Hips swaying and all

“Nah you’re not getting that deep water whale inside of me, buddy,”

And you’d scoot back on the bed

(It’s really not that big okay)

Juyeon would grab your ankles and drag you back

“What? Thought you said no challenge is too scary,” he raises a brow, “you scared, dove?”

“It’s called being practical,” you’d retort, “That’s actually not going to fit inside me Juyeon,”

“I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,”

And make it fit he did

Your ass is hanging in the air off the edge of the bed, legs hooked on his shoulders

Juyeon’s huge palms fixed on either side of your waist

He’s bringing you down on his cock brutally

Not caring that you’re trying to close your legs

Because it’s too much stimulation too soon

But he doesn’t care

At all

His head hangs back as he pounds into you fervently

Pretty mouth open

“Fucckkk… guess your heavenly pussy compensates for your annoying mouth,”

You don’t even have it in you to retort

You can see your belly inhumanly shaking every time his cock jams into your cervix

Your lower half has completely gone numb

Because not only is Juyeon fucking huge

But because he hasn’t stopped fucking you for over three hours

Your thighs cramped and uncramped somewhere in between the fucking

All you could recognise now was his cock ramming inside you to the hilt

And his pelvis slamming against your clit

You lost count of your orgasms long ago

He tells you he can feel his cock shape your slick insides

And honestly

You feel it too

So you let him say all the filth he wants to say to ride out his own climax

You’ve been bent and curved in a million different positions before getting put in the one you started with

And one last vicious hit of his cock straight at your g-spot makes you blow up

You squirt so hard that it pushes his cock out from you

All the creampies he gave you drip down in an unruly stream with your own squirt

Some of it even got to his face and his hair

But it doesn’t matter

He only swipes a sweaty hand over his face once to clearly see the aftermath below him

You twitch uncontrollably with your lower half still suspended in the air, now supported by his toned arms

He unceremoniously pulls you up and drops you off on the other side of the bed

“You with me?”

He would tap your face to make sure you’re still alive

When you groan and curl into yourself, bones aching like you ran a marathon, he tells you the information you already knew but were dreading nonetheless

“You lost, sweatheart. Good luck being my pocket pussy from now on,”

He’d smile sweetly before leaving your disappointed figure to clean himself up.

[redraspberryleaf]

I saw that you had a post saying fic writers could ask you for advice writing medical stuff for fic. I was wondering if someone who has had multiple leg breaks that healed improperly would need crutches/leg braces (if so, which would be better and for how long). By healed improperly, I mean the bone wasn't set and he would've kept doing extreme physical activity while the bone was broken. (He had no choice to ignore the pain, if you even wondering why he would do that.) Thank you in advance, and it's okay if you can't get an answer

Answer from a doctor:

The bone would likely would heal in an abnormal shape and length with the muscles and tendons at the incorrect length to accomodate. There would probably be bone spurs that would inflame the muscles and tendons passing over them, especially when doing a lot of moving.

Your character would have limited range of motion, chronic pain, and likely need mobility aids for life. These aids would probably differ day-to-day and depend on the setting, as well as how stubborn and proud they are.

The specifics would all depend on the type of break, which bone, the type of activity that's being done on the break, etc.

Answer from me (based on experience):

Ad a teen I rolled my ankle at the start of a 3000m, completely ignored the injury, and won the race still. Only after that did I realize what happened (apperently the muscles had gotten fucked up and actually shifted my fibula out of place). I didn't break a bone but it was a fibula injury that I ignored and continued training on for months, even going to a week long track camp where I was doing about 20km of high impact on asphalt and hills per day. I ended up with a wicked limp, chronic pain, shin splints, plantar faciatis, and a lateral muscle imbalance across every part of my body but my arms from trying to compensate. Youd look at me from behind and see my hips, my shoulders, my neck, everything was at an angle. Eventually I did enough physio that I was mostly okay again but if I was ever lady and didn't do my stretches, warm up properly, and build up training properly I would get issues coming back. I stopped running in uni and decided to pick it back up again one day and instant plantar faciatis.

The second part to this is experience with an actual broken bone. A couple years ago I broke my fibula. It was a spiral fracture to my left fibula about a third or so of the way up the bone. I crashed on a downhill while skateskiing and because I was in race skis those bindings don't typically have a safety release, so when my ski spun around in a full circle so did my foot. This broke my fibula in a spiral shape.

~side note: if your character is fighting and moving on a broken leg it's probably a fibula since that's not the weight baring bone. This is the one you hear about athletes finishing a game on a broken leg. It's possible with adrenaline but it's still hell and will cause you issues in the long run. A tibia is weight baring so you shouldn't really be able to stand on that, and a femur break usually will get you air lifted to the hospital because you're about to die.~

Anyway, with all the issues of the last injury I'd had, I really stayed off of my broken leg and actually atrophied.

Now with this one, I can say it healed wrong. According to an mri and xrays they don't see any issues but I was treated in a tiny town er during a massive covid spike before the vaccine was available so I never got a second cast after the swelling went down.

After healing, I have always had an aching pain deep in the bone that doesn't go away. It throbs worse with impact activity or if I spend a lot of time on my feet on hard floors. I am a huge sucker for standing on grass these days. That ankle is actually a lot thicker now and is a lot more unstable. I have pain in the bone from the break but on bad days when I'm really hurting the worst of it in in the muscles and tendons of my ankle, the top outside of my calf, and my hip and glute. I never expected this but my ass is SO TIGHT ALL THE TIME and it hurts like a bitch. Massage helps, but it's not the sexy kind. It's the full body weight on an elbow jabbed into my ass cheek or hip flexor kind. This is all because with my ankle being really unstable from the tendons and muscles getting inflamed from popping over small bone spurs all the time, the hip has to work overtime to try to compensate and stabilize more than it normally would. I also experience not quite muscle weakness on that side, so much as muscle fatigue. Basically, everything on that side is working over time and is always tired. For the first three years after I had a wicked limp, was in a lot more pain than I am now, and could only run if I absolutely had to. After doing a lot of physio I can run again but certainly am limping after a 10k. I also have a lot of scars from my bad side making me trip over roots and become impaled on sticks.

I had the opportunity to heal fairly well overall and access physio but I'd I didn't I know I'd be using a cane and taping my ankle constantly. Before I did physio when I lifeguarded I also needed a chair because walking around on tile barefoot for hours would have me in tears even with my hugh pain tolerance. Repeated breaks over time with bad healing and limited access to care would def require mobility aids and would lead to life-long chronic pain.

I'll be back with responses from the rest of the team soon.

Bonus! Where my bone broke starts aching really bad the second I start to get dehydrated. Everything also hurts most at night and the second I stop moving.

[runa-falls]

do you have songs for miguel?

songs + scenarios (idk why i did it this way 😭)

when i see him walk into the room + i instantly start to drool over him lol:

mckay & cassie - labrinth -> time stops when i see him for the first time. who is this guy who i have to crane my neck to look at? and why is he so fine? at first, i thought it was just my tunnel vision, but the room actually does freeze when he enters the room. clearly he's a man of intimidation in this place. he looks perpetually bored as if life is a nuisance unless he has something to do. his hair is pushed back and he's dressed in a tight fitting suit, leaving nothing to the imagination -- and i can imagine...

when we're fucking nice and slow (cuz we in love 🥺):

sunsetz - cigarettes after sex -> miguel takes his time with me, kissing every inch of skin from my neck to my ankles. he whispers i love yous against my stomach, looking up at me as he makes his way down my body. no one gets to see this side of miguel, the softness he holds for me, and me alone.

he's my ex and i want him back -- so i act like a brat:

wet - dazey and the scouts -> me being obsessed with my toxic ex, miguel. i find myself thinking about him way too much and it pisses me off, he broke my fucking heart. i still have to work with him so i'm constantly being forced to see his stupidly broad shoulders and cocky smirk. i look back and he was such a shitty boyfriend! he was super possessive and controlling, he was always annoyed around me, and he never had time to hang. but...clearly i still like him. he broke up with me, claiming i was too needy, and he has 'a job to do'. i'm not going to give him the satisfaction of me begging for him back...but what if we just fuck one more time...

our love theme

noche no te vayas - los tres caballeros -> we're eating at a restaurant like a normal couple would, savoring the moment because we both know we have to get back to crime fighting tomorrow. we both decide right then and there that we'd still be together in another life -- in every life. we've never felt so lucky, even when we have to fit these sweet moments into a hectic life. we reach for each other over the table, holding hands as we watch the city fall asleep around us, not ready to let go just yet.

[busterheadspace]

andre and perhaps either childhood trauma or twisted ankle?? whichever strikes out most to you (ty for letting me know btw!! <3)

sorry this took so long but bam. Done.

Note: open to request. Bingo is open. Just send an ask.

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The world was blurring into rainbow and other colors as Andre made his way to the exit. A few laughs came out of him although he was far from happy. 

Two nights ago, Right-Swap gave him a notification about a woman being interested on a date. He was ecstatic as he jumped during the meeting they were having. Reagan glared at him and said something but he couldn't care. He finally found someone who might like him.

It was at a club. The first floor was a club while the second half was a bar. He  dressed up nicely and looked at himself on the mirror

"We're going to get the girl. Don't fuck this up like you did last time." 

He took a bus there and walked in with a smile. People were dancing, vaping, the music was loud and there were brightly colored lights flickering. He headed upstairs and found the women sitting in front of the bartender.

"Hey! I'm Andre Lee. The guy you meet at Right Swipe" He introduced with a laugh sitting next to her. The woman looked at him, with a strange look but nonetheless let him pay for her drink.

Andre tried to start a conversation however the women seemed uninterested. Her job, her hobbies, all seemed to be responding to boredom. He was starting to think he was doing something wrong.

"Uh.. do you like gardening? I grow stuff for my job" 

"No. You ask that question early." She responded annoyed, playing with her fake nail. "I thought you would be much more charming. Aren’t Asian men supposed to be charming ."

"Uhh.." A little taken back, especially with the last comment but he nervously smiled. "I'm a funny, charming  guy. I know I might not seem like it but I think you'll like me"

The woman rolled her eye standing up. "I'm going to get some fresh air." She said and walked downstairs. Andre watched and sighed. Maybe he could her another and drink. 

He waited. He waited a hour for her to come back and she didn't. Andre decided to find her. He goes downstairs and searches through the crowd until he sees her, although not alone. She danced with an Asian man who wore glasses and had neat hair. He wore a tie around a blazer and cross necklace around his neck. It doesn't give Andre the most pleasant memories but he was mostly confused.

Until the woman placed her hands on the man's chest. They smirk before they come closer and kiss. Andre froze, everything fading to him. His mind spun as he thinks.

'Am I really that shit? What did I do wrong? What, was it because I wasn't a charming asian but how am I supposed to be charming? Is it because he's Christian.. well.. I was.. but no.."

He found himself in a bathroom on the upper bar. His hands went through his pocket as he took a drug. Something to calm him down and not have a panic attack in public. He rocked back and forth until the drug finally activated and he sighed. Fake calmness enter when his mind and he decided to go home 

Through blurred vision, he found the exit from the bar. A set of stairs on the side. Andre walked a few wobbly steps until his feet crashed into each other and he fell down the stairs. His head hurt as he landed but he stand. Pain shoots through his ankle to leg and he falls back 

"Hahaha." He chuckled. That was stupid of him,

Someone apparently finds him. They crouch down asking what had happened but all Andre did was hand them his phone and ask for them to call someone. The phone rang and the person began talking but he barely heard them.

God, He must have looked pathetic. He was some thirty year old guy who got himself high all because of a shitty date. God he really was a stupid disappointment. He closed his eyes, trying not to think. It hurts.

Time passed until he felt a couple slaps on his shoulder. Andre opened his eyes. To his surprise, it was Gigi. She didn’t look too happy, arms crossed.

“Come on. It’s late as hell. Let’s get you home.” She grumbled. Andre tries to stand up, and stumbles back onto the ground. A hand grabbing his foot “You fell down the stairs, didn't you?”

“Yuuupp.” Andre slurred, His friend groaned, turning to the person who found him. 

“Get some ice. I’ll deal with him.” Gigi crouched down, grabbing his shoe and ripping it off. He held back a scream at the sudden movement. “Holy crap, your foot is purple. What the hell happ- You know what never mind. Just stay quiet.”

He was fine with that. Although part of him wanted to ask something. Gigi worked with him. She would know.

“What.. do you think about me?” Andre mumbled. She looked, eyes squinted.

“Annoying? Lazy? A scientist?” 

Typically response. Andre curled up as he continue 

“I knew it. Fuck, I’m.. -never …getting into a relationship because ..I'm an annoying.. piece of shit.” Andre laughed. To his surprise Gigi looked concern as he talked

“What happened? Did your date ditch you?”

“Oh yea. Apparently.. I wasn’t charming enough so she found another handsome Asian guy to make out with. You know, leave me in the bar for an hour, and..then me getting high.. and trying to leave.. falling down the fucking stairs..”

A wave of emotion hit Andre as he tried to hold back tears, although some slipped. Gigi was right beside him, her hand patting his shoulder.

“Screw that bitch. You deserve better than someone who thinks you're not charming. You’re annoying as hell but.. you're a good guy. Don’t take what she said personally. You’ll find someone better than her.”

It was the first genuine smile he felt since he came to the bar. A small one but it felt better than hanging with that woman. Gigi smirked.

The person came back with ice, wishing them good luck before leaving. The ice hurted like hell when it was out on his ankle. Andre held back screams as Gigi wrapped it around before lifting him to lean on her.

“There. Now let’s go home.” 

[imaginesforjohnnydepp]

Young Sidney #1

WARNINGS: SLIGHT AGE GAP (sorta) RELATIONSHIP (Sidney is fourteen, the guy is sixteen) MISOGYNY, MENTIONS OF PUBLIC SEX, ALLUSION TO GROOMING (i think?)

Fall 2006

Simone watched from the living room window as her newly turned fourteen year old daughter laughed at something sixteen year old Justin Ambrose had said. What the hell are they even talking about? And does he have to stand that close to her? Even though Sidney had told her last night at dinner that there was nothing going on, Simone couldn’t help wondering if there was more to the truth. After a while, Sidney walked down the steps, heading home; Simone raced back to the couch to act like she hadn’t been spying on her daughter for the last couple of minutes, turning the television on to a rerun of Family Feud. 

“Hey baby, did you have fun with Justin and his grandma?” Although Simone had a soft spot for Justin’s grandma, she wished the woman did a better job at supervising her grandson in Sidney’s presence. She heard Sidney go into the kitchen; she came back into the living room a few seconds and sat next to her. “It was pretty fun, but after a while it was just me and Justin. Ms. Annette had to stop off somewhere,” Sidney said, shrugging her shoulders. Where the fuck did Annette have to go that badly? And when did she leave? 

Did she leave while Simone was on the phone with her sister? Sidney clocked the way her mom reacted when she said that bit of information; she knew her mom didn’t like the idea of her hanging around Justin, but she didn’t get what the big deal was. She’s known Justin for most of her life; his grandma used to babysit her when Sidney was little.”Ma, relax. Ms. Annette was only gone for a few minutes, and nothing between me and Justin happened. Why don’t you trust me?”

Simone’s head whipped to the side, shock written over her face. “Where do you get the idea that I don’t trust you?” Sidney snorted as she took a few sips from her water bottle. “The way you were spying on us earlier. Or the way you’re always looking at my neck when I come back from hanging out with him.” Simone felt bad; she never wanted her daughter to think that she didn’t trust her, because she does, of course she does. 

“Sidney, baby, I trust you, of course I trust you. I just…want you to be careful. He’s sixteen, you’re fourteen. Justin’s gone through some developments that you probably haven’t even thought about yet.” Her daughter’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Like what?” Lord, help her. Having The Talk the first time Sidney got her period was hard enough.

“Well… like sex—” Sidney cut her off, “Mom, I’m not havin’ sex with Justin, oh my God!” “Sidney, calm down, listen to me! I’m not accusing you of anything! I’m just sayin’ that Justin’s probably thought about or done some things. With other girls in his grade.” Sidney gathered her curly hair and pulled it into a rough ponytail. “He isn’t. Justin said he’s a virgin.” Simone had a memory from the summer; it was before Sidney was due back from LA and Simone had decided to treat herself out to lunch at one of her favorite restaurants. 

She had to park a block away and walk down, and as she walked down, Simone turned a corner past an alley. Now, she hadn’t meant to spy, so she walked slowly as she heard moans coming from the alley, thinking someone was hurt. What she didn’t expect was to see her sixteen year old neighbor with his pants around his ankles and some girl whose skirt was bunched up, legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into her against the brick wall. Simone automatically ran back to her car, her appetite nonexistent.

If only Sidney knew. “H-he told you that? What were you talking about?” “We were talking while I was in LA and Paris. He was telling me what I might experience in high school. You know, peer pressure and stuff like that. Justin said that when he started and joined the football team, some guys would tease him for still being a virgin or not doing drugs.” Simone had a bad taste in her mouth as she thought back to this summer when she found Justin in that alley with that girl and wondered what other lies he’s been telling her daughter.

“Well.. I’m glad that you have someone on the inside to help you adjust.” God, she wanted to be sick all over the living room floor. Sidney really studied her mother and saw that she didn’t look very well. “Mom, are you okay?” “Hm? Yeah. You know what? I think I’m gonna skip dinner and turn in early tonight. You can have the last of the pasta in there.” 

Simone didn’t wait for an answer, just got up from the couch and up the stairs to her room. Her only thought as she got out of the shower that night was how glad she was that it wasn’t Sidney in that alley.

The next day

Sidney’s mom was at work at the news station all day and wouldn’t be back till late, so she hung out with Justin and his friends, just riding around in his car with his friends until noon; Justin was friends with some of the seniors and they all had part time jobs to get to, so it was just them. They ate at McDonald’s where Justin paid for their meals. Sidney offered to pay for her own food but Justin just rolled his eyes at her. “Girl, you know I ain’t gon let you spend your money when you're with me.” They sat down at a table near the back of the restaurant where they ate their burgers and Justin eyed Sidney appreciatively.

Justin hadn’t seen Sidney in a year due to the evacuation for Katrina; she and her mama had fled to California while he was in Texas with his grandma, but he kept up with her. He saw Sharkboy and Lavagirl last summer, saw her on magazines and late night talk shows. Sidney looked completely different from the girl of his memory; where she used to be timid and blushed like crazy whenever he complimented her, she was confident and had a certain glow to her, though she still blushed like crazy in his presence. She wore lipgloss now instead of regular lip balm. 

Sidney was a looker now, a complete stunner with her parents’ high cheekbones and brown eyes. “Why’re you lookin’ at me like that? I got ketchup on my face?” She tried wiping her face with a napkin but frowned when nothing showed up. “Nah, nah, you good. Just missed you is all.” Sidney smiled as she plucked a fry from the red carton. “I really missed you too. LA was boring. The only thing I liked about it was getting to see my dad, Vanessa and my brother and sister.”

Sidney and Justin had kept up communication through a Myspace account Sidney had set up behind her parents’ back; she deleted it once they exchanged cell phone numbers and before someone else found out about it. The more she talked, he realized the more mature she sounded. He found out that Sidney had ditched the Disney Channel for MTV, drank coffee and spoke perfect French. She was different from the other girls in his class. It was like she turned into a woman right before his eyes.

They finished their meal before heading to the gas station down the street to fill up the gas tank; he had to get back home so his grandma could go to work. “You wanna hang tomorrow? I don’t have practice tomorrow. We can just hang at my place and watch movies or we can go downtown.” “We can just hang at your place. I have homework and I told my mom that we would go shopping downtown this weekend.” Justin nodded as he turned the corner onto their street and dropped Sidney off at her house. As her back was to him as she unlocked her door, his eyes focused on her backside; he could make out the hint of her developing body with earlier in the day, the way her hips moved as she walked up the front steps.

Justin’s phone rang as he put his grandma’s car in park; one of the boys on the football team. “Yeah man, what is it?” “Bro, have you hit yet?” “Nah man, not yet. It’s gonna take a bit of time. I’m tellin’ you, she different. Sophisticated and shit.” “Justin, she’s a freshman, they’re not that sophisticated.” 

“Aye man, all I’m sayin’ is, if you don’t hit that, and soon, someone else will. You don’t see the way the seniors be lookin’ at her in the halls? Like they ain’t ever seen a girl before.” “Alright, I get it, damn. But I’m also not just tryna have sex with her. I like her man. And you know how my grandma feel about her.” His grandma went on and on about how the Depp girl is the type of girl he should be bringing home: respectful, Christian, (Catholic but still, any church is better than no church) and good grades. “Look man, I gotta go. I got homework to catch up on.” He hung up before his friend could say another word.

Tyree was right, Justin saw the way older boys looked at Sidney, like she was a piece of meat, not that she ever noticed, but it still made him jealous. She told him that none of the boys at school caught her attention but that didn’t make him feel any better. Justin genuinely had feelings for Sidney and wanted her for a lot more than fooling around; he just has to convince her (and her mom) of the same thing.