#on my iPhone and my fingers but what I’m saying is that it COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER

[pegging-satan]

Fuck it submissive babygirl Toji time

[dark-fics-4-you]

okay first off, i love you and your works so so much, seriously i wait for you to post new stuff😭 second off id loveee to see some dark rafe as a boyfriend headcanons; i know you'd do an incredible job<3

thank you so much for the kind words!! <33 love youuu 🥰

dark!bf!Rafe Cameron Headcanons

warnings: smut, coercion, dubcon, manipulation, location tracking, jealousy, violence, drinking and drug use, overstimulation

dark!bf!Rafe would spoil the everloving hell out of you at the start of your relationship. When you were with him, he refused to let you pay for anything "i just want to treat you like the princess you are, baby." This included food, clothes, lingerie, jewelry, and even a brand new iphone when you accidentally shattered the screen of your old one.

little did you know, your boyfriend had set up your phone before he gifted it to you, making sure that your location would be visible to him at all times, and that he would be able to see anything that you texted to anyone.

Rafe always wanted you to spend all of your free time with him. he would constantly show up at your house to pick you up for surprise dates, taking you out shopping or to an expensive restaurant of your choosing.

Anytime you questioned how he always knew that you were free when he came by, he always had an answer, accompanied by a sheepish grin, “i guess i just know you that well, y/n/n.”

Rafe hated the fact that you had guy friends, mood instantly souring anytime you mentioned wanting to hang out with them. It was hard enough for him to tolerate you hanging out with your girl friends, but Rafe felt especially protective of you around your male friends.

After seeing you talking with one of them at a party, much too enthusiastically for Rafe's taste, your boyfriend waited till he could talk to your friend alone before he threatened to break his nose if he ever saw him talking to you again.

The next day, when you sat on the couch gazing at the hurtful text from your friend that said he wanted nothing to do with you anymore, your boyfriend rubbed circles in your back as you cried into his chest, hiding the triumphant grin that tugged at the corner of his lips. "it'll be okay baby, I'm here to support you, and I'm not going anywhere."

You and Rafe didn’t get into arguments a lot, but when you did they were ugly screaming matches, baseless allegations of cheating berated at you as you sobbed, trying to calm your boyfriend down.

The arguments always ended the same way though. With you laying face down, ass in the air, head pushed into the pillow as your boyfriend took out his frustrations on you, not stopping until you had came around him five times

Afterwards, he held you in bed, kissing you tenderly and whispering into your skin, “i’m sorry y/n, you know how jealous i get, it’s only because i love you so much” and like the trusting, naive girl you were, you believed him wholeheartedly

Rafe was always super handsy in public, even if you voiced discomfort, never one to shy away from public sex as a way to tell every guy in the Outer Banks that you were his girl

Fingers wandering under your short skirts at house parties, a smack on your ass when you bent over at the golf course in front of his friends, fucking in his truck with the windows open before picking up weed and blow from Barry

You didn’t particularly like Rafe’s coke use, and had tried to bring it up to him many times, but he always knew what to say to turn the sympathy back towards him, “you know i’ve been having a hard time with my dad, princess. i feel like you and coke are the only thing that can calm me down. i just need it a little longer and then i’ll quit, i promise.”

Every party the two of you went to was an opportunity for him to show you off, and he had a habit of never letting you leave his side, arm firm around your waist, always stealing kisses and nipping at your neck to remind everyone who you belonged to, glaring at any guy who looked at you funny.

Rafe would pour you drink after drink, offering you hits off his blunts and pressuring you to do lines of blow in between. He loved how you always got more touchy with him when you were drunk. Not only that, but you allowed him to get more handsy in public than if you had been sober, “relax, it’s a crowded party, y/n/n, everyone’s hooking up.”

Rafe always loved to push your boundaries, testing the waters of what he could get away with

He would wrap an arm around you, supporting you as you drunkenly stumbled into the nearest unoccupied bedroom, before gently helping peel off your clothes as he kissed you, silencing your worries about leaving your friends behind, “i can’t think about anything else but you right now y/n. you don’t get what you do to me.”

Desire clouded your mind with his every caress, and before you could think it over, your ‘no’ had turned into ‘just the tip’ at his suggestion

And yet, every time, you found yourself in the same position, thighs shaking as you came around his cock, moans muffled by the ringed hand at your throat, “mm there’s my girl. felt like you needed that.”

His favorite punishment for you whenever you pissed him off by getting too close with his friends or acting like a brat was overstimulation.

Rafe caught you off guard every time, delving between your thighs with a playful smirk. He kissed and nipped at the tender flesh of your inner thighs before he would eat you out, slowly pushing his fingers into your dripping pussy.

After the first orgasm, you were already a panting mess. But you were surprised when he didn’t stop, quickly pushing you over the edge again, large hands firmly clamped around your quaking legs.

By the third, you realized what he was doing, already so overstimulated that you were begging him to stop, tears streaming down your face as he lapped at your sensitive clit. The pleasure building inside you at every thrust of his fingers had you coming again and again

No amount of tears or apologies could ever stop him, “you wanted to act like a slut, so don’t be surprised when i treat you like one, sweetheart.”

Rafe was only satisfied after you sagged against the bed after your seventh orgasm, finally allowing you to catch your breath as he peppered gentle kisses all over your body and face, whispering praises and telling you how much he adored you. “my perfect y/n. i never want to let you go.”

[beelmons]

i’m begging on my knees for reader w/ a hand kink🙏🏻 i’m down bad for spencer reid’s hands

"The buttons are just so small!" Spencer complained.

"And yet, you refuse to get an iPhone." JJ mocked him.

"And end up with no buttons? No thanks." he said as he continued to struggle writing a text message that Hotch needed.

You, few meters away, were delighted to see him still grapple with the device. The reason? the way his fingers moved was just a sight to behold.

Having a hand kink was hard when the person you wanted to bone the most had such gorgeous assets, it was even worse that he sat in front of you during work and you were forced to look at them almost every day.

Granted, you had learned to behave yourself, you were no animal, but when your hormones took control over you during an specific time of the month, it was impossible to control the way your body reacted.

Hence, why you had to push your legs together, trying to hide from the world the fact that you were pooling in between your legs. It was hard not to imagine his slender fingers trailing up your thighs as you sat in the conference room, teasingly slowl, painfully high. You always pictured him as a tease, the kind of man to drive you mad with want before even properly touching you.

You had dreamed of the day you finally were able to seduce him, to persuade him to do his will with your body, to have him so drunk on you he had no choice but to take at least one part you wherever you were.

You indulged in the unlikely scenario of being in a hidden corridor, one no other soul would visit, having your pussy defiled by the extremities of his hand, so velvety and uncomplicated, as if it had waited a lifetime for their presence.

You fantasized about his touch on your cheek, sweetly feeling the warmth you emitted, tender and loving, all before they slipped past your lips, ordering you to suck as he pounded into you with relentless hips. All while his other limb curled around your your throat, allowing you to have his ethereal digits as a collar.

"...okay?" you heard the faint echo of his voice, as you had many times when your vivid imagination took control.

"...are you okay?" okay, perhaps it was all too clear, all too real.

Your head darted out. Without realizing, you had hidden them behind folded arms on your desk.

"I've been calling your name." he clarified, with worry, as you looked at him "Are you alright? You look flushed."

Sort of pathetic to not be able to handle a single fantasy without turning into a mess. But, alas, reality was not a fanfic someone else could control to mash you together, was it?

"I'm alright." you managed to say.

"I think I should take you to the infirmary." as his hands darted out to touch your forehead you couldn't help but flinch.

"I'm okay, Spencer." you gently moved his arm away, if he touched you any longer you would have had to take care of it yourself, and the FBI bathroom was not exactly the cleanest, contrary to popular belief.

"If I can do anything to help..." he tried to reassure you.

'You could let me jump on your fingers' you thought, but that was certainly not an approved treatment for the cold he obviously thought you had. You did your best to put on a smile and grab at his forearm with gratitude.

"You know what? One of these days, I'll take you up on that and leave myself in your capabe hands." you teased, and he, of course, completely missed your inuendo.

"Can't wait!"

[starrdevereauxx]

The Session ( Part 2)

He walks over to her, reaching for her. She reaches out her hand, he moves it and grabs her by the neck. She instantly climaxes in his hands. He’s holding Dev his hands as she drops all over the tall grass.. he moves in close to kiss her cum covered lips.

And then…

His phone rings. Both bolted out of the trance they were just in by the sound of his iPhone going off. He still had her suspended in mid air, leaking her sweet nectar all over earth’s floor. He grabs a few drops from her drenched pussy, and moisturizes his lips and quenches his thirst, before calmly answering the phone.

Giving Dev full eye contact, he answers the phone,

“Hello honey, is everything alright?” Zeke says dauntingly.

Dev immediately tenses up.

“Honey? Wtf!?” She thinks to herself while her pussy is pulsating and dripping in his hands.

A sweet voice answers on the other end, “I’m sorry to interrupt babe, but could you pick up some food on the way home. I’m so hungry and I forget to get groceries”

“Sure baby, what would you like? I’ll get whatever you want.” Zeke smiles to adhere to her requests.

Dev begins to shrink. Zeke realizes this and pauses his call.

“My apologies, I can hang up with my wife right now. I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel a way.” He says OPENLY on the phone.

“You’re married!!? Omg put me the fuck down Zeke! I’m leaving right the fuck now and NEVER call me again. This is done. I can’t believe the things we were about to keep doing” Dev says, eye welling up.

It goes silent between Dev and Zeke. He gets ready to reply before he’s cut off by a small voice.

“Please, don’t stop. I’d like to see” says the sweet phone on the phone. “FaceTime me”

Zeke FaceTimes his wife without a second thought. Dev looks confused, intrigued but confused.

“Put me on a tripod, I want a full view” says his spirited partner

Zeke hands Dev the phone. Dev looks into the phone nervously.

“You’re gorgeous. Look at your freckles. If you don’t mind, I’d love to watch you finish whatever it is you were doing. I haven’t came today, and this just might do it for me.” His wife says as she removes her silk panties and pulls out a purple rose fully charged.

Dev still looking confused hands the phone to Zeke to place on the tripod. She falls to her knees in front of the phone, places her hands behind her back and bends over revealing her anal canal to Zeke.

Looking dead into the phone, Dev looks into his wife’s eyes and says “Talk me through it, please?”

At this moment you can see every single vein in Zeke’s erection. Zeke’s eyes become overcome with a joy you can tell he hasn’t felt in a long time. If I wasn’t to sure, I would say that he teared up.

Dev waits with anticipation of the sweet pain of having his dick fully engorged in her tight asshole. He kneels to meet her huge, thick, creamy, freckled ass. She fully arch’s her back, while keeping her eyes fully on his wife.

“Call me ma’am” Zeke’s wife says, as she shows Dev her wet lips as she uses her fingers to prepare for the inevitable encounter that’s unfolding.

“Yes ma’am” Dev moans loudly. Zeke pushes his continuous inches pass the threshold of her anus. He pushes so hard that Dev almost loses control of her left leg, he most definitely hit a nerve. He makes sure to fit his entire dick inside her hole before he pulls out to re-enter again.

“Don’t pull out yet Zeke, let her grip around your dick. Don’t take your eyes off me sweetheart. Both of you look at me, don’t take your eyes off me” his wife says as she’s literally leaking water from just this moment alone.

Zeke moans, tilting his head back in rapture. Dev’s asshole won’t let him go. Gripping him and literally milking him as he sits perfectly still in her cavity.

“Fuck her hard Zeke, take her ass from her. You like how he feels in you mamas?”

“Yes ma’am” Dev replies to his wife. Screaming hard as he’s ripping her in half.

Zeke starts to gain strength and motion as he strikes the captain Morgan pose on top of Dev. One foot in the middle of her back, the other on the ground as he pounds the fuck out of her.

In and out, in and out.. harder and harder, Zeke relentlessly takes her hole from her. Dev begins to smile and cry simultaneously. The pleasure and the pain have over taken her, the whole while Dev’s maintaining a full facetime conversation with Zeke’s lifetime companion.

“Clap…Clap…Clap…Clap” the sound of Dev’s pillowy asscheeks reverberating the loudest backshots you could ever hear in the middle of nowhere. Zeke’s large hands handling the tasks with all his might.

Zeke’s wife has placed a chocolate covered dildo inside her vagina, matching the rhythm of the shots he’s giving Dev. She placed the rose on her clitoris, moving in synced gyrations.

“Harder, please. Please. Oh my God please. Punish my ass, please” Dev screams out in excitement from the inside of her heart. She feels his dick throughout her body. Each pump of his dick, growing closer to ejaculation is filling her up spiritually.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum” Zeke exclaims.

“Me too” his wife moans.

“So am I! Where do you want him to cum ma’am?” Dev grunts.

“Turn her into a Twinkie baby, pour into that hole baby. Make it come out her throat” his wife says with a devilish look in her eyes, “Look at me as my husband fills your slutty ass up. Cum with us”

Everyone is moving hard and fast. Zeke is stepping into her back so hard that he’s turning Dev into a fucking landmark.

“Oooooohhhhh my gooooooddddddd” Dev cums hard as fuck into the grass. Zeke begins to yell as well as he overloads her ass with so much semen that she literally begins to cough. Zeke’s wife has wet up the camera and her bedsheets most definitely needs to be changed.

A lengthy sigh enters the atmosphere. All three of them are dripping from their brows and private areas that are now public domain.

Dev’s ass and asshole are creamed to perfection. She can’t even fathom what just took place.

“Take some cum out of your ass and put it in your mouth. Digest him” his wife says.

Dev does as she commands. Zeke almost instantly cums again just watching them interact.

“Kiss her Zeke, put your tongue down her throat, then kiss her on her pussy”

Zeke does well as he’s told and proceeds to give Dev the wettest kiss below.

“Now you don’t have to stop for dinner. It’s already sitting in your mouth. See you soon” his wife says right before she ends the FaceTime.

Zeke and Dev look at each other with almost an urge to keep going, but the end things there.

“May I tip you extra?” Zeke says with a smile.

“I’m not going to say no” Dev laughs uncomfortably.

DING! Her cashapp goes off, reading $2,000.

“Zeke, you don’t have to do this. You really don’t”

Zeke pulls her by her face saying “We locked in now, this is just the beginning”

He kisses her slowly, gripping her all over her cum drenched body, then walks away.

Being a photographer in Los Angeles, everyone is a “somebody”.

Today, it was Dev’s turn to be a star.

[obxsummer]

I Fall Apart // Ghost of You

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summary: jj gets to mack on his girl, sarah's got topper whipped, john b and his dad are MIA, and y/n's reminded just how reckless her boyfriend can be

warnings: s3 spoilers, accidents, panic attacks, shitty parenting as per usual

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The first thing you did was shove JJ into the shower. The next was handling getting the electricity back on since clearly your father wasn’t concerned with doing that. You were fine with not tagging along with their treasure hunting, but you were worried about your brother. He loved your dad, adored him for so much of his life, and it concerned you that he wouldn’t see what a pawn he was in your dad’s plans. 

You had told JJ as much as you sat in the bathroom on the floor while he showered. You told him about Singh’s place, about Rafe, and how your dad sent you guys on a goose chase for a rock. JJ couldn’t say he was surprised, about any of it, but he was just glad to be back with you. 

Soon enough, Sarah and Kie were on your doorstep, the four of you crowding out by the dock to get the last of the warm sun on you before turning in for the night. 

“I went back to grab clothes and a phone, and you’re not gonna believe this,” Sarah started as she sat down next to you. “Rafe is back. I saw him at the house. I don’t think he saw me, but I think the cross is coming back to Wilmington tomorrow night.”

You sat up from where you were leaning against JJ’s chest to face her. “What?”

“Does Pope know?” Kie asked.

Sarah shook her head. “No, I was gonna tell him when I found you guys.”

“He can’t, he’s on lockdown.” You expected everyone to take some time away, and connect with their families before coming back to figure out the next steps. 

Sarah sighed, “Okay, well. Kie and I can hit up Pope and you guys tell John B when you see him?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” You gave them both a small smile as they said their goodbyes and walked back up the dock. 

You and JJ sat silently, taking in the warmth on your skin before the sun disappeared for the night. You really wished your brother would come home or at least check in to make sure he was okay. Sarah had found a spare iPhone charger to give you for the phone you guys had taken from Barbados. You made sure any tracking services were off so Singh couldn’t try and chase you down. 

“Well if the cross is coming back, it’s still on the field. We’re still in this, we can come in and swoop. We gotta get everybody together and come up with a plan,” JJ rattled off as his fingers tapped excitedly against your thighs. 

You took a deep breath and grabbed JJ’s hands to hold in your own. You were thankful for the last chance opportunity to get the cross back, but you didn’t want to risk running into Rafe or getting your friends into the line of trouble again. 

“Talk to me,” JJ held out the word, swinging your hands back and forth before wrapping around your waist tightly to hold you. “C’mon.”

A small smile formed on your face, so grateful for a boy who could read you so easily, who could love you so easily. You laughed as he left wet kisses against your shoulders into the curve of your neck to get you to talk. “Okay, okay.” He pressed one more to your temple for good measure. “I’m just worried about John B. That’s all.”

“He’s with your dad, Y/N. I’m sure he’s perfectly fine.”

You kept your grip on JJ’s hand and brought it up to your lips to kiss the back of it. “That’s exactly why I’m worried about him. My dad is way too deep in this treasure hunt to realize he’s putting his own kids at risk, and John B will just let him because he doesn’t want to disappoint him.”

“He didn’t seem too upset when you said you didn’t wanna go,” JJ tried to reason.

You shook your head. “That’s because he doesn’t have any disappointment left when it comes to me. I know he doesn’t care if I’m there or not. That’s how it’s always been. Him and John B against the world. I was just the backup piece.” You took a deep, shaky breath. “Your dad takes the prize for Shittiest Dad but I think mine might be a close second.”

JJ laughed at the idea. “Well, Ward Cameron might take second but I get what you mean. And it may be hard, but I don’t want you to think what your dad says represents the truth about you. You’re my number one, no matter what.”

You mumbled a small thank you, adjusting further into his grip as if there was any room to. God knows what you’d do without JJ.

"We have the whole house to ourselves?"

"Jesus Christ, JJ!"

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Your group met back up the next afternoon to figure out what the plan was to get the cross back. You still hadn’t heard anything from John B, Sarah claiming the same. The six of you crowded around a small table with the sun beating down on you. The ferry ride to Wilmington wouldn’t take too long so you could bear the heat for the time being.

“Honestly, the hardest part is gonna be security, alright?” JJ was running everyone through the steps of what would need to go down. “So most of the guys are gonna be at the rail yard.”

“Right, so we’re going to need to find someplace and guard it, maybe a little further down the line, like a whistle-stop or something,” Pope theorized.

“You guys are getting ahead of yourselves per usual,” Cleo interrupted, “We don’t have a way to transport the cross. What did you think? On JJ’s motorcycle?”

Your boyfriend grunted behind you and pulled his hat off. “That’s not my fault.”

“Okay, so other options-”

“Oh, my God.” You all stopped conversing at Sarah’s sudden outburst, watching as she sat up stiffly next to you. You moved instantly, Kie and Pope doing the same to see where her gaze had been to come up with Topper Thornton.

“Why…is he everywhere?” Kiara asked as she turned back around. 

Pope, however, was on a different thought process. “Perfect. Hey, Jayj. I bet you Topper has a way to transport the cross.”

Your boyfriend shrugged at the suspicion. “Actually, Pope’s right. He does have a rig.”

“No.” Sarah instantly declined. 

“Yes,” JJ clapped right back.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on,” JJ pestered, “Sarah, you already got him whipped anyway, alright? So, why don’t you just take one for the team?”

The blonde was not happy with the suggestion. “What would John B say?”

You tilted your head in consideration. “Eh, I think John B would completely understand. It is about the treasure.” You caught her defeated look and leaned over to place your hand on hers. “If you really don’t want to, it’s okay. You don’t have to. But, I think if you just talk to him, he may be willing.”

Sarah let out a deep breath before mumbling an agreement and getting to her feet. The five of you watched carefully, moving out of view so Topper couldn’t see you directly. You hated the idea of Sarah feeling uncomfortable with this but you knew she could handle it. After a few moments of back and forth, she suddenly gave Topper a big hug which signaled an agreement in your eyes. Your friends silently cheered around you, giving her a thumbs up when she made eye contact. 

Maybe y’all had a chance at this after all.

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It was dark out by the time you guys hit the train yard, managing to situate yourself on top of one of the cars so you could survey everything around you.

“Well, there’s like a thousand trains here.”

“We know it’s car 750X on the track to Raleigh, so now we just gotta find it.”

You scanned the area in front of you. “Well, news flash, guys. We’re not getting out of here unnoticed with a giant cross.”

“We don’t have to,” Pope said, “We can nab it somewhere further in the country. Just gotta figure out how to stop the train.”

“Leave that to me,” JJ interrupted everyone’s thought process. You stared at him, waiting for further explanation. “I got an uncle up in New Bern, right? When he got tipsy, he’d just throw an old chain across the tracks for shits and giggles. And that old little chain would stop all the train traffic in Coastal Carolina.”

Kie looked at him incredulously. “A chain?”

“He’s actually right,” Pope confirmed, “There’s a low voltage current that runs across all rail tracks. You throw a chain on it, you close that circuit. It would read as another train. Crossing lights come down. Science is actually pretty sound.”

JJ clapped his hands together and gave you a small nudge. “Science, babe. I knew my science.”

“Well, babe, we don’t have a chain,” You reminded him. 

“No, but I bet Topper’s dad has jumper cables in the truck,” Sarah pointed out, “Would that work?”

Pope nodded as Topper started yelling from behind your group, remaining on the ground. “What’s going on? Are we doing this or not?”

“Alright, you all wait here. Me and Pope will go look for it and send a signal once we find it,” Cleo said.

Sarah glanced between the six of you with a smile on her face. “Do we actually have a plan right now?”

“Think we do.”

“For once in our lives.”

“Let’s not jinx it, come on.”

Pope and Cleo began to climb down off the train car to search further for the specific area you’d need. You, Kie, JJ, and Sarah remained in place and decided to sit until something came up. After a moment, you laid back against the cool material of the container you were on, grateful for the temperature. 

“Has anyone heard from John B?” Kiara asked after a moment of waiting. 

You groaned and rubbed your hands over your face before letting them flop by your sides. “Nope. Hasta la vista, JB.”

“He left a note at the Chateau that he was going with Big John, but hasn’t come back since,” JJ explained further as he leaned back against his hands. “I’m sure they’re fine wherever they’re at.”

Silence took over, all of you waiting eagerly for a sign from Cleo and Pope. Eventually, a flashlight hit your vision, all of you popping up to see Pope on the ladder, calling you over. 

“That’s it!” JJ reached out a hand to pull you up just as a train horn blared.

“What’s happening?” Kiara asked as if you guys weren’t surrounded by trains that could take off at any moment.

You watched as Pope got shifted around before you realized it was the train you needed taking off. “Shit, it’s moving. We gotta go.”

The four of you clambered down the ladder as fast as possible and over to Topper’s truck. He looked extremely unamused by being dragged into this. 

“Oh, hey Sarah.”

“Do you have jumper cables in there?” Sarah ignored his sarcasm and got straight to the point. 

“Here I am involved in illegal activities-”

“Not that illegal.

“I’m not even close to being okay with this.”

Sarah cut him off by slamming the door shut. She had a set of cables in her hand and quickly handed them off to you. “Topper, if you don’t wanna go, it’s fine. We’ll take the truck.”

“Hey, I just wanna make sure everyone here is okay with ending up in federal prison,” Topper directed towards all of you. 

JJ bit back a laugh and swung his leg over the seat of his bike, reaching his hand out to help you do the same. “Uh, if it gets to that, yeah. I’ll do it for Pope.” You gave him a soft smile and wrapped your arms around his torso, making sure the jumper cables weren’t at risk of falling.

You guys didn’t waste a second after that, JJ taking the lead while Kie, Sarah, and Topper followed in the truck. Usually, you weren’t a huge fan of JJ and the bike, but you’d grown used to it in the time you’d been together. Granted, he drove way safer with you on the back than when he was by himself, but still.

You winced as he took a corner a little too sharp, your grip tightening out of fear of falling. You didn’t go much further before JJ pulled off into a grassy patch next to the road that intersected with the tracks.

“This should be far enough.” You made it a whopping three steps before JJ tripped over nothing into the dirt below. He groaned and got back to his feet, sparing the glance to see you laughing at him. “I meant for that.”

You hummed, “Sure you did, babe. Let’s go.”

The plan was simple - use the jumper cables to reverse the charge so the train would have to stop, hopefully leaving enough time for you guys to unload the cross and get out of here. JJ connected one of the cables to the crossing lights before placing the other two on the tracks. 

“Okay, now all you have to do is change the current,” He scrambled around to get everything in the right order. He was moving quickly, his brain processing faster than he thought it ever could

You looked behind you, the horn of the train getting louder by the second which didn’t help your nerves. “Please don’t get electrocuted.”

“Yeah, no promises with that.” He placed the red cable on first before clamping the black one next. The two of you looked up at the signal, anticipating the lights to change to red, but they continued to flicker green. 

“Why isn’t it changing?”

“That’s literally what he would do. He would do it, and-and then it would change to red. Oh my god.” JJ started pacing in frustration as the train continued to near. “Think think think. Okay, what if I blockaded the track?”

“Jayj, no.” You crouched down by the cables, giving him a look. “How about moving the cable because the train touches both sides of the track, hmm?” You switched the red cable over to the other side before standing up. JJ’s fingers curled around your wrist in anticipation as you stared up at the crossing lights. They blinked green for another few seconds before switching to a solid red. 

The two of you cheered at the color change, JJ reaching for a high five before pulling you into him for a hug. “You’re a genius.”

“Nope, it’s all you.” You kissed his cheek quickly before grabbing his hand and tugging for the two of you to duck by some nearby trees. “We gotta hide.”

It didn’t take long for the train’s brakes to kick in and start slowing down. JJ let out a small ‘yay’ once it finally stopped in front of you, hopefully giving Cleo and Pope a chance to climb off. The excitement was short-lived, however, when a service truck pulled up next to you on the main road.

“Shit, back up, back up.” JJ tugged the back of your shirt, moving the two of you further into the tree line so you weren’t in view. “This was not part of the plan!”

Two workers climbed out of the truck and started surveying the area for the possible cause. “What is this bullshit?” It didn’t take long for them to find the jumper cables attached to the tracks, both you and JJ mumbling curses when they did. They were quick to remove the cables so the crossing lights turned green.

“You’re all set over here. Some asshole put jumper cables on the tracks.”

You turned to JJ as the workers climbed back in the truck, fearful that they wouldn’t have made it. “You think that gave them enough time?” The answer to your question came in the form of the train honking that it would start moving again. “We gotta go get them.”

“There goes the plan, come on!” JJ offered his hand to get you off the ground, the two of you sprinting back to his bike. The engine kicked to life beneath you just as a familiar pickup truck came flying around the corner with a large crate in the back. “That’s Top. And that’s the cross. Get on!”

You didn’t hesitate to climb behind him, arms looped around his waist tightly before he took off behind your friends. The sound of police sirens followed not too long after, the blue lights eventually finding you before you would’ve liked.

“J!” You placed your forehead between his shoulder blades, suddenly terrified about what would come next. He was moving a little too fast for your liking, but you could tell he was trying to keep up with Topper.

“I know, I know!”

The bike moved faster beneath you, JJ guiding it to ride alongside Topper’s truck. You glanced over to see Cleo and Pope in the bed of the truck, staring right back at you. “What the hell are you doing?” Pope yelled at your boyfriend.

“Get ready to jump,” JJ yelled back at you, his eyes not leaving the road. “Top, keep going straight!”

“What?” You gaped at him, not that he could see you. Pope let out an expression of equal shock, the two of you in disbelief that JJ would actually suggest this. “Are you insane?”

“Probably,” Your boyfriend replied back, fully serious about what he was telling you to do. “Get ready to jump!”

Pope reached out towards you, Cleo right behind him as they leaned by the side of the truck bed. “Come on, come on. I’ve got you!”

You took a deep breath, slowly letting go of JJ’s waist to grab Pope’s outstretched hand. You did your best to keep JJ balanced while stepping off, your hand lingering on his shoulder until you rolled on top of the wooden crate the cross was in. 

“JJ!” You screamed the second you got adjusted and watched him slow down to place himself between the truck and the oncoming cop car.

Cleo’s hand guided you into the gap between the crate and the back of Topper’s truck, all of them asking if you were okay. You barely answered, eyes trained on JJ’s form as he slammed on the brakes, using his momentum to pop a wheelie and change directions. 

“What’s he gonna do?” Cleo looked at you as if you had the answer.

“I don’t know,” You choked out, “I don’t think he knows either.”

JJ moved forward slightly to pick something off the ground before gunning it full speed towards the cruiser. 

“Topper!” You yelled as you watched JJ slam the rock into the cop’s windshield. The police didn’t hesitate to yank the car around to follow him instead. “We have to go back!”

“Stop the truck!” Pope and Cleo copied your idea, yelling into the small window that accessed the main cabin. You watched until you lost sight of JJ to the darkness of the night. Topper slowed down a second later. The pit in your stomach grew as he turned the truck around, racing back in the direction JJ was going in. 

“Turn left!” Pope called out as a service road came up.

You could vaguely hear Sarah and Topper arguing before he listened to the change of direction. Your eyes caught sight of JJ on the road running parallel, the cops directly behind him. Your chest was aching as you watched, unable to look away no matter how much you wanted to. 

Pope called out more directions for Topper, the noises turning blurry around you. Cleo’s hands latched on your shoulders, pulling you into her so you had someone to lean onto. You struggled to get air in your lungs with every inch of your body in panic mode. 

You watched carefully as JJ pulled onto the overpass you were about to go under. There was a bright flash of light and the sound of a car horn before a loud screeching noise took over your senses. You could feel the truck slide beneath you, suddenly horizontal on the road.

You moved before your brain even had a chance to process what happened. “Pope, go!” Legs aching as you jumped from the tailgate, the first thing you noticed was JJ’s bike in a tangled mess just inches away from where Topper’s truck had stopped. 

“JJ!” Your throat burned from the force of your scream as you tried to find any sign of him. There was busted concrete under your feet, but nothing that indicated he was even down here. “JJ, answer me! Where is he?”

Your friends descended into panic behind you, yelling out for your boyfriend. Sarah’s arms caught you the second you wavered, both of you hitting the ground harshly. You fought to get air into your lungs as you continued to look for JJ. 

“Maybe he’s up on the bridge?”

“No, no, no,” You gasped for air, Sarah’s hands forcing you to put your head between your legs in an attempt to avoid you passing out. Tears burned in your eyes as you realized that was very much a crash he wouldn’t survive. “Fuck.”

The world blurred for a moment, your body numb as you tried to breathe through the panic attack. It was always so much worse when it involved JJ and any harm coming to him. You shifted, legs digging into the concrete below you as Sarah rubbed your back and tried to talk you through it.

“I wish I could say I did that on purpose, but that was the gnarliest powerslide I’ve ever done.”

The second you registered the voice behind you, air flooded your lungs as you coughed aggressively. Your head snapped up, Sarah moving to get on her feet as you turned, not trusting yourself to stand yet. God damn this boy for being so reckless.

Pope reacted first and slammed into JJ forcefully, “You’re alive!”

“Shit, that was gnarly!” Topper himself was even surprised at the sight he witnessed.

“That was trucking, dude,” JJ attempted to compliment the Kook back before he was getting attacked by Sarah Cameron’s hands against his chest. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.” She didn’t hesitate to bring him into a bone-crushing hug, chastising him for being so dangerous. 

You stared up at your boyfriend, unable to move as you watched your friends rejoice at his presence. Moments like this were Earth-shattering to you and took a while to get through. You couldn’t brush off near-death experiences like you used to. 

“As nice as these pleasantries are, we really need to move.”

Sarah reached over to you, hands pulling you off the ground to a shaky stance. JJ was there in a second, his hands replacing your best friend’s as he grasped your elbows to keep you steady. You stared right into his eyes, knowing your own were teary. You could’ve slapped him. “Don’t… don’t you ever do that again. You hear me?”

JJ pulled his lips in tightly and gave you a nod, knowing he had no room to argue. You collided with his chest a second later, a heavy sob finally making its way out as you clung to him. JJ let out a sigh, the adrenaline slowly seeping from his body as he held you against him. 

“Hey! Hey, you kids, don’t move!”

JJ was grabbing your hand the split second a flashlight ran across the two of you, practically sprinting to the truck. He lifted you into the back seat next to Kiara before climbing into the bed of the truck with Pope, telling Topper to go. 

You tucked your legs up onto the seat to curl into a ball, knowing the pressure was the only way to get your racing heart to calm down. Usually, this is where JJ would happily hug you senselessly, but you didn’t have time to resort to that. 

“Hey, hey. You okay?” Kiara’s hand was cold on your leg, grounding. 

You let a deep breath out between your lips, head leaning against the headrest as you forced a nod. “Yeah. Just gotta…gotta breathe through it.”

Sometimes it felt so silly to deal with your anxiety like this, like you were looking for constant attention and reassurance. Not that you could help it, but you wish it didn’t have to be this way. You wish losing your friends wasn’t such a big fear of yours, wasn’t a possible reality. 

You filtered out the yelling that started between your friends and Topper. There was no doubt the cops were set to catch up to you. You didn’t really care how fast Topper was driving the truck, but evidently, everyone surrounding you did. 

Suddenly, the vehicle hit a large bump in the road causing the wooden crate to fly from the back of the truck. Topper screeched to a stop just before everyone flew out of their various positions to check on it. 

You opened your own door to meet them on the road as Pope tossed the top off to check on the cross. To your luck, it was filled with multiple tires full of concrete. 

“What the hell?”

“It’s fake.”

Pope leaned down to inspect it. “It’s all freaking fake.”

“Pope, I’m so sorry,” Sarah apologized solemnly. 

You sighed, knowing all of your efforts were in vain for the Heyward’s heirloom. The sound of police sirens started getting louder, which mean you needed to get back on the move. 

“Y’all hear that? Okay, I can’t be here. My grandfather’s a judge.”

“Dog, would you relax?” JJ tried to get Topper to chill out. “They’re not gonna think some dude in flip-flops is part of a robbery.”

You took one last look, reassuring Pope that it would be okay before climbing back into Topper’s truck to get the hell out of there and go home.

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You were exhausted by the time you guys got off the ferry. The group had practically pulled an all-nighter with the nonstop running and you were fully prepared to sleep the day away. Topper was kind enough to drop you all off at the Chateau, an awkward conversation forming between him and Sarah before you caught sight of the Twinkie in the yard. 

“John B!” You took off running as your brother walked out of the screen door with a beer in hand. He very clearly didn’t expect you to come at him full speed and the drink almost slipped from his hands when you ran into him. “You’re okay.”

He stayed silent but returned the hug, making you look up at him. It was obvious to anyone that he looked exhausted. He shook his head and let you go. “You were right.”

You didn’t dare ask him to explain at the moment, not that it would’ve been possible since your father stepped out of the Chateau a second later. Your friends lost their shit, Pope and Kiara letting out bursts of excitement to see him. JJ even embraced him a second time, jumping on his back just like he would do when you guys were kids. 

Everyone gave a quick recap of your time in Wilmington before John B explained the treasure hunt he went on with your dad to Charleston. “Yeah, yeah. So, we um, we went to the archives in Charleston, and, uh, it was a dead end. A dry hole. So.”

The tone of his voice was enough to tell you he was lying. You were sure your friends could pick up on it too, all of you knowing each other well enough to tell easily. Pope counted on his fingers. “So that’s the gold, the cross, and now El Dorado. We’re three for three, guys.”

You watched your dad give a subtle nod to your brother, Sarah catching it too as she glanced at him before her eyes moved to you. Why John B was lying to all of you, you had no idea. There was no doubt in your mind that it was your dad’s bidding, though.

Pope threw his beer can wildly, letting out a sarcastic cheer. “The streak continues. That’s great.”

Kie and Cleo were quick to follow him away from the house, calling out goodbyes as they passed. JJ was the next to get on his feet. “I’m going fishing. Thanks for the beer.”

You moved with him to stop him short of leaving. It would be a lie if you said you were comfortable with him walking away from you, especially with how the last few hours had been in terms of safety. “J, you sure you’re okay?”

You could tell he was forcing the smile on his face as he nodded. “I’m good, babe. Promise. Just wanna go clear my head for a few.”

“I’ll be here, okay? Come get me,” You didn’t specify for what, leaving the reason in the air. If he needed you, you’d be there, no matter what. JJ nodded and gave you a soft kiss before turning on his heels and walking away from you. “I love you!”

He paused in his exit to look back at you. “I love you more.” 

JJ was one of those people who just needed space to process. You totally understood, giving it to him when he asked, but it always made you iffy that he was lying to himself. He shouldered a lot of your burden because you were comfortable sharing that with him. He wasn’t like that and dealt with it on his own. You always reminded him you would be happy to listen to anything he said, so the offer was always there.

Turning around, you could tell Sarah had the same hints about something being off based on the way she was speaking to John B. You let out a sigh and made your way inside to hopefully escape all the tension lingering. The screen door slammed a moment after you were inside. You turned to see your brother following you, his jaw clenched, whole body tense.

“Hey,” You whispered in case he didn’t want to talk about it. John B met you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter opposite you. “I’d ask if you’re okay, but I think I know the answer.”

“Um, we’re leaving, again.” You weren’t surprised by his words and merely nodded in return. What you didn’t expect was for your brother to step closer with shiny eyes full of tears. “What you heard out there, it was all a lie. We found the other piece to the idol. And-and Dad gave Limbrey some fake shroud so she could walk again, and I cannot keep lying to them, Y/N!” His voice cracked on your name. There was no point in saying that you saw this coming from a million miles away.

“It’s okay, JB.” You moved forward to pull him into a hug as he let out a few deep breaths. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll figure everything out. Just, be careful, okay?”

John B was quick to agree, recomposing himself before giving you a goodbye and leaving to get in the Twinkie. You were left with the mess on your hands, stuck in the middle of your brother and your friends, just hoping things could hold on a little longer until you could find a way to fix everything.

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You kept to yourself the rest of the day, taking the time to catch up on some much-needed rest and attempting to clean up the house to the best of your ability. You knew at some point shit would hit the fan again so you didn’t mind the downtime on your hands. This felt normal to you - to be home by yourself with everyone out on their own adventures. This was how everything was before your dad went missing, before you were thrown headfirst into taking care of yourself and your brother. 

Eventually, the silence got to be too much and you found yourself on the path to JJ’s house in hopes to find him there. Evidently, your brother had the same idea. The Twinkie was already in sight as you walked through the grass to where you caught a view of your brother and JJ. Your boyfriend was sitting on the rotting wooden steps that led up to the patio, John B standing near the driver’s door of the van.

They both looked at you once you were close enough that they could hear your footsteps. JJ let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked back at John B. “Does she know?”

You seemed to take everything in at that moment. Your dad was nowhere to be found and if you had a say, John B looked a little worse for wear. JJ patted the spot next to him so your brother would sit and hesitantly, John B did as he asked. You stood a few feet away from them as your boyfriend rubbed his face stressfully. 

“I don’t know what to do, JJ.” John B’s voice was almost inaudible. “How the hell do we get to South America?”

“No clue…but, we’re gonna figure it out. We always do.” You watched the two of them lean on each other, JJ’s arm wrapping around your brother’s shoulder. This was the John B and JJ you’d grown up with; two dumbasses where nothing mattered at the end of the day so long as they had each other. Their friendship had been poked, prodded, and pulled at over these past few months but here they were, proving all your doubts wrong. 

“So. Is someone gonna tell me what the hell is going on or am I just gonna have to figure it out for myself?”

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[faithisasuperstar]

hi! i literally love your treech fics so much! do you think you could write a treech x mentor!reader where she goes to see him at the zoo the night before the games (a bit like coryo and lucy gray)?

kiss of life → treech

treech!tbosas x reader

notes → in which love and life are fleeting as you say your final goodbye to treech. (i stole dialogue directly from the book for this LOL)

warnings → not edited & uploaded via iphone.

     “treech?” you whispered out into the dark. faint hints of moonlight peeked in through the clouds, becoming the only source of illumination in the pitch black of the night. falteringly, you crept closer to the bars of the monkey house, eyes scanning for a sight of your tribute you had grown rather fond of.

     “y/n,” he answered, and you followed the sound of his voice, which had turned far more gravelly since the last time he had spoken to you. once you had located him, you scampered over to the boy, eyes lighting up.

     “thank goodness you’re okay,” you cried, placing a hand to his face. you hadn’t gotten to see him after the explosion in the arena, and you wanted to make sure that he was alright. “gosh, i can’t believe they’re still making you go in there tomorrow!” tense, heavy air settled between the two of you.

     “i’ll be alright. me and the pack got a plan,” he reassured you as your fingers snuck into his hair, which had become rather matted since his arrival in the capitol.

     “just… don’t trust them too much. keep a good distance, please. i have a feeling they’re just going to use you.” you cautioned him, voice unsteadied by worry. the pair from four scared you the most. they had fierce determination in levels you had never witnessed before. while it was admirable, it was rightfully daunting.

     “thank you. for what you’ve done for me. i really have a chance now, ‘cause of you.” although his expression was blank, you could see in his eyes that he meant what he had said. pangs of guilt struck you, as you felt there was so much more you could have done for him. nonetheless, a tender smile made its way across your face.

     “it’s my job. i can’t let you die in there, you mean too much to me.. not just as my tribute, but you. you matter to me. you’re the most incredible boy i’ve ever met.” you confessed, eyes beginning to brim with salty tears, devastated that you would have to part with him when the night came to an end.

     “don’t cry over me, y/n. especially because i’m going to win. for you.” treech promised with certainty. the immense wholeheartedness of his tone brought you an ounce of optimism, and you couldn’t help but add on.

     “i’ll be there in the arena with you. we’ll win together. and once you’re announced victor and i get the plinth prize, i can buy you and your family a way into the capitol,” you suggested. a rather farfetched idea, but desperation and maybe even love had clouded your vision and infiltrated your thoughts. you shouldn’t allow your fantasies to get the best of you, but they all seemed too real as treech became an honest contender to win the tenth annual hunger games. he humored your idea, even though it may not have been possible, as he reached for your hand, squeezing it firmly. his calloused palm, having seen years of labor and hardships, juxtaposed against your softer one. the feeling truly highlighted the difference in your upbringing compared to his own. never had your living conditions led you to have to get a job, or even consider it. you couldn’t imagine having to do so for years in order to make ends meet. it hurt you that treech was not able to make the most of his childhood.

     you and treech had come a long way since the first time you had met him at the zoo. two weeks may not have been that long of a time, but it seemed like an eternity to the two of you, as each day you grew closer to the boy. he seemed to warm up to you more and more with each gift and lingering touch you had left him. originally, treech was quite cautious of you. he didn’t think he could trust you, knowing you were capitol, supposedly endorsing the very systems that wanted to kill him, while still claiming to want to help him. but over the course of the twelve days treech had spent in the capitol, more vulnerable than ever, he realized that not every citizen there had as much ill intent as he once believed, or at least, you didn’t. you too discovered that the district people were not at all like the animals your family made them out to be. they were humans, like yourself. of course, you had been wary when your parents made claims of the district people drinking blood and turning to means of savagery, but it had always lingered in the back of your mind. that was, until you met your tribute. the boy like quality of his aura diminished any doubt you had left of the children being bestial, replaced by guilt that you had ever felt that way in the first place.

     as his hands entwined with yours, you managed to slip your silver bracelet onto his wrist, something you had been waiting for the perfect time to do. treech looked at you with confusion. “it’s my good luck charm,” you explained, as he inspected the jewelry. “it may just be like a placebo effect or something, but it helps me feel better. i want you to have it. as a loan. you can return it to me once you win the games.” you claimed, ever so confident of your statement.

     “you’re all i’m going to think about in there.” treech admitted. in that moment, your temptations overcame you, and you gave into the desire to kiss the boy. sure, it was rather uncomfortable for the both of you, necks strained as you both tried to reach the other through the bars, but none of that mattered the moment his lips met yours. the feeling alone sent sparks through your body. you felt reenergized, now more than ever as his kiss breathed new purpose into you. when he pulled away, you were left hungry for more.

     “we can pick this back up after the games,” treech promised you, giving you one last knowing glance before the two of you parted ways. the games would commence, but underneath all of your anxiousness, a flicker of hope had sparked.

[ncredwolf910-8]

Disclaimer on synonyms Syntex, error and punctuation.  I’m dictating this onto my iPhone Monday morning,

 Friday afternoon:

I decided to surprise her by taking half of Friday afternoon off so that we could have a long weekend. I’d also been thinking about eating her pussy all morning and I was so horny. I couldn’t stand it anymore so I just signed off my computer and came home. I wanted to surprise her but I was the one that got the surprise. I came in through the front door which was not my normal habit, but I expected to see her in the living room just watching TV. She wasn’t there but I could hear the distinct sounds of sex, and the sounds she makes as she’s getting close to coming. we have a semi open relationship and neither of us are the jealous kind

I wouldn’t want to frighten the gentleman that was fucking my wife, but I wanted to see so I slipped off my shoes, took off my jacket and tie as I quietly walked towards the kitchen

I could hear her very plainly now, “that’s it, oh God, so fucking good. it fuck me, fuck me good, good boy keep going”!

“Good boy“? As I approach the kitchen I was a little bit confused until I saw her in the middle of the floor, facing away from me. She was on all fours, and I was covering her back, his hips moving at rapidfire pace. He was shoving his cock into her so hard, now she was just grunting, moaning and kind of crying out all thought or all conscious thought gone from her head.

I had watched this kind of thing on the Internet, and she had mentioned it once in passing, but never pursued in conversation or fantasy like our other things we discussed. There she was on her hands and knees her knees spread as wide as they could be, and still have the dog reach her pussy. I could tell at the moment she was climaxing. And then the dog gave one last push this time deeper and I heard her gas out and he stopped moving. I know it was happening. He had just pushed his knot all the way into her pussy and he was tied with her.

I watched her move, one of her hands between her legs while I couldn’t see it. I just assumed that she was playing with her clitoris or feeling around the dogs cock as it filled her. She was using words again, or rather one word I should say.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, “, over and over again like a chant or a mantra I’m assuming that she was playing with her clitoris. Now I could see her hand moving faster, and then I heard her cry out as she came again her pussy full of cock And one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen when she was done she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them off. I had already noticed wetness running down both of our thighs, and she had done this when we fucked like this before where she would dig into her for my cum and eat it.

Now her hands were spread slightly and her elbows locked. The dog wasn’t moving and all I could assume was that he was filling her, I could see his com leaking offer. I stepped back into the living room, so she wouldn’t hear the sound of my belt, buckle or anything elseand stripped. My cock was as hard as it ever gets. I was afraid to even touch it. At this point I knew exactly what I wanted.

I snuck back into the kitchen oddly enough my dog was looking at me, panting still tied. For some silly reason, I put my finger to my lips in a shush motion. He was now off to the side slightly, and I could see his leg coming up I walked up right behind him and the instant happened I grabbed her hips and pushed my cock into her. She was still in a state of sort of sexual euphoria. But her head snapped around in surprise and the next thing she said, was “oh God”. Before she could go any further, I told her to shush grab both her hips and started fucking her freshly fucked pussy full of hot dog come. She didn’t come again from me fucking her because frankly, at this point, I didn’t last that long if it was 30 seconds that might be an exaggeration I was so turned on but when I started to come, I came so hard that it was almost painful.

[weinnersongcollection]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 (Dark Rafe x Sarah fanfic)

Summary: This was a draft I had in my notes app on my iPhone for my first ever attempt at a fanfic from last year. I don't have any recollection of it because I wrote it when I was drunk, and it was supposed to be a dark thriller-like read because I am inspired by the author, Karin Slaughter. A trigger warning: this will not sit well with some readers because it has incestuous elements. Basically, the story takes place over a year after the events of Ward dying, and Rafe's deep obsessive hatred for Sarah gets the best of him, and it gets really disturbing. I think I attempted a chapter in a half or two of this story. I probably don't want it to be a one-shot. If someone is actually content enough to stomach reading this and wants a continuation of it, I will write more chapters. Please know that this is a concept and just a work of fiction. If you're not into this trope, feel free to disengage from this read. Side note: this is pretty much a continuation from chapter one but not really finished because, like I said, this is from last year. I wrote it when I was drunk, and when I sobered up, I felt like this was so sick. I don’t think I want to finish it and publish it and get it cancelled, but I saw other writers stories that spoke about controversial stuff, so this is going up. If anyone who can withstand this read can handle it, I’d attempt to finish this chapter and make a third. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘: 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.

Rafe removed Sarah off the ground and propped her motionless body into his arms she wasn’t dead, but she was out cold until further notice right now it was just him and her and the pain that kept them company all these years. The pain that his father’s favoritism for her was a wedge between their relationship. Even with his father, being dead, he still affected him traumatically, even if it was from beyond the grave Sarah’s body felt light as a feather in her torpid state cradled in his arms his hold on her secured so he could keep his balance as he was approaching the master bedroom of the mansion, the room now his since his stepmother and father, we’re gone Luckily, the bedroom door was already open, so he didn’t have to worry about stumbling his way in there with her. Rafe lowered Sarah onto  the King sized bed. He didn’t know how long he had before she regain consciousness, and he didn’t know what he could do. To keep her there, seeing her felt triggering because she reminded him of everything he lacked she had John B who loved her unconditionally. While Rafe was only looked at for what he could provide, whether that being his father’s good old, reliable lapdog or nothing but a fien that brought in Barry money and gold because his cocaine addiction everything for him always came under a condition Rafe gently stroked Sarah‘s cheek and removed her messy hair away from her face you’re going to pay for the life that you stole from me Sarah if it wasn’t for you being born, Mom wouldn’t have died giving birth to you if it wasn’t for you being brought into existence, dad may actually of made me feel loved instead of putting all his focus on you he said in a very wrathful tone of voice whispering in her ear he put his index finger on the side of her neck and checked her pulse well, it looks like I didn’t really quite take your breath away because you’re still breathing, he says under his breath sarcastically then instantly Sarah’s eyes shot up and she was out of her comatose state where the hell am I she says, frightened and dumbfounded, when she took a moment to process her surroundings, and realized that she was face-to-face with Rafe she started to scream Rafe put his hand over her mouth, shushing her nice to see you respawned island, princess but I’m not trying to get hearing loss he says growing frustrated 

Now then I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to smother you I’ll take my hand away from your mouth If you promise you won’t scream nod your head. If you understand, Sarah just looks at him blankly. Do you understand he screams which startled her Sarah nodded her head in cooperation. She was scared shitless, and even surprised that she woke up from his strangulation towards her. 

I know dad would of wanted us to stick together as a family and keep his legacy alive I feel that would of been his dying wish he says looking at her intently, grabbing her arm hoping to get a sense of consolation Sarah swatted his hand away from her and sat up meeting his gaze Listen, Rafe, dad is gone now you don’t have to keep trying to base your identity around him anymore you can start a new life one that doesn’t to have to be this obsession with chasing his approval she replied anxiously plopping off the bed on her feet keeping her distance her eyes set on the doorway of the master bedroom typical fried Sarah do you even hear yourself you didn’t even keep your promise when I ask you pacifically to keep dad safe you’re the last person to see him alive and he’s dead because of you he shouts rising up instantly and shifted toward her feeling overwhelmed with anger him she flinches in fear and backs away from him from being eye to eye with her Sarah was at a lost for words she couldn’t even open up her mouth to say anything in this moment his words cutting in deep there was no denying that there was some truth to his statement she wanted to feel sympathetic toward him apart of her understanding of his resentment towards her because he always had to prove himself to be deemed worthy of his father’s love and she was put on a pedestal and was the person that always got in the way of him getting attention from their dad she turn towards him and shifted her eyes grazing into his attempting to read his facial expression it’s like he has this switch where he can go from indifferent to unstable you’re gonna do everything I tell you to do do you fucking hear me. He snaps immediately Sarah starts to bolt out the master bedroom door and rushes to the mansion staircase I’m not done with you. He screams chasing after her. Rafe you don’t have to do this, you can let me go she pleads 

he started to gain in on her if she didn’t get away from him there’s no telling what he would do her mind was racing a mile a minute she remembered when they where kids they would play hide and seek and when he found her he’d tickle her to death but this is modern day they aren’t kids anymore if she’s sought out he was gonna hurt her Sarah manage to outrun him and snuck her way into a downstairs closet She tried so hard not to hyperventilate Sarah’s phone starts to vibrate in her back denim shorts pocket shit he’s gonna hear it. She says under her breath, trying to remain quiet as possible the closet had shutter panels that were partly cracked open she wanted to be able to monitor Rafes movements Sarah grabbed her phone out her pocket it started to light up with a text notification from John B saying closed up the store. When will you be back home? There’s leftover pizza in fridge. Sarah tries to share her location with John B but her phone dies on her shit I’m fucked. I’m so fucked she thinks she whispered to herself shaken up in fear tears welling up in her eyes you can’t hide from me Sarah she felt her brothers voice getting closer and closer and saw his figure threw the closet door shutters she puts her hands over her mouth to muffle her panicked whimpers before she knows it the door knob on the closet starts to turn she jumps up terrified holding onto it with all her might her grip tightened not wanting to let go because she had no idea what was coming next if she let herself be caught by him I don’t wanna die she thinks to herself shaking crying so hard she felt her tear ducts would get swollen I know you’re in there Sarah Why don’t you come out and play? he snarled simultaneously he breaks through the closet door smashing the antique wooden panels with his bare hands Sarah started to scream so loud that she felt their would be no more air in her lungs left she couldn’t even make sense of anything anymore she just froze in fear Rafe snatched her up by her arms and picks her up throwing Sarah over his shoulder why are you doing this she said kicking and screaming attempting to be loosen from his hold dragging her away her hands beating into his shoulders and striking him in the side of his neck which caused him to groan in pain making him react angrily gnashing his teeth and halting in his 

steps pulling her hair so hard that the muscles in her neck felt strained that she was coming onto a whiplash You’re gonna calm down and be a good girl, right? he asked the pitch in his voice heightening in a domineering way watching her struggling to get out his grasp with lifeless eyes as she started to whine in defeat her refusal to give a answer right away caused him to be frustrated and pull at her hair even tighter as if he would scalp a piece of her hair out y-yes I’ll be good she says whimpering in pain hoping her words will ease his hands off her head that’s a good girl he says, letting out this smug that he had her complacent finally and flings her head back over his shoulders pulling her away from the downstairs storage closet he broke down taking his steps towards the staircase reaching upstairs in this moment Sarah wish Rafe would just die and this would all be over and she be somewhere safe she felt him climbing upstairs with her being brought back to the same place she tried so desperately escaping from 

There’s no better life waiting out there for you Sarah everything you touched dies here is a place for rebirth and we can start anew and be a family again he says talking into her neck him making out the sentence sounding strange Rafe drops Sarah onto the ground of the master bedroom causing her to fall flat on her face he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him she starts sobbing let me out of here please Rafe just let me go she cries out beating her fist into the bedroom floor sorry no can do sunshine this is only the beginning he replies squatting down looking at her pathetic state of despair he started to laugh manically I’m gonna have so much fun with you he says while his set motives could be insidious or unusual. Come here he commands grabbing her wrist pulling her forcefully toward him she tried resisting his touch but felt herself to weak from being overpowered by his strength whats the matter cat got your tongue he questioned not amused by her silence you always been daddy’s little princess got everything handed to you while I was left high and dry trying to find that love from my father that was only honored to you he lashed out at her enraged it’s not my fault  Rafe a lot of things where unforeseen occurrences yes we faced two different experiences but we are in the same predicament we both lost dad and we both are wounded from trauma she spat out shakily trying to find his humanity within him Sarah was crying to the point she had a runny nose all she wanted was to be out of this chaotic situation please just let me go she pleads 

Rafe ignores her attempts of convincing him of letting her go and rises her up and squeezes her hand pulling her to follow him into the bathroom and near the shower get yourself cleaned up he demands Sarah just stands there lost and in a daze um can I have some privacy please she requested hopefully thinking if she could just borrow some time and come up with a plan to sneak out the window and break free from all this the sooner you strip naked and just hurry this up the sooner we can get past this he says deviously you’re 

not just gonna stand there and watch me she asks him thinking he’s unserious her eyes widening in fear his patience was running thin take your clothes off he ordered grabbing the back of her neck tightly causing her to yelp does it look like I’m fucking around do it he yells Sarah felt disgusted by his sick demands it was a shrouded mystery what he had up his sleeve she knew that he didn’t want her out of his sight it was to risky but couldn’t he atleast have a form of human decency and respect her space and let shower in peace you’re not moving fast enough he hollered Sarah started to tremble slowly unbuttoning her white denim shorts just like that nice and slow he uttered out his tone sounding more sinister Sarah felt chills all over her body as she felt compelled  to continue undressing herself she pulled her shorts down over her ankles and gently pushed them off to the side with her feet  followed by her pulling her crop top over her head easing it off her tossing it to the ground leaving her exposed to her floral pattern laced bra and panties let me get a good look at you he said taking this moment in. (To be continued)

[ladylooch]

You're Mine- Timo Meier

Part of the Loving & Leaving Series.

A/N: Okay you know I love this. Thank you for letting me use Timo and Emma for this! I immediately went to Timo being jealous. I tried to think of other angsty things but it always came back to jealousy. Like that is what is going to get these two to hate fuck each other. Inspo from this lovely request. P.S. Would you believe me if I told you I wrote this in public 😏

Word Count: 3.6k

Timo and I lock eyes across the bar. We both lean back in surprise, then grin at each other. 

“Stay there.” He calls, beginning to work his way around to me.

We both arrived separately at a sponsorship event for the Devils. Me as his date and a business owner and him as my date and a player in attendance. He came from home, waiting for Lio’s babysitter, while I was already in the area doing some admin work and catching up with Rhea back in Switzerland. Arriving separately has proven to be fruitful. I have several business cards in my purse and follow up meetings next week for potential events to host in the coming months. Business in North America is doing better than I could have predicted.

“Hey.” Timo murmurs, kissing my cheek. 

“Hi.” I smooch his cheek too, lacing our fingers together.

“When did you get here? I didn’t see you walk in.”

“I think I got here before you. I’ve been chatting with a bunch of people. I already have like four potential events to book. We might need to delay going home for a bit.” He shrugs like that isn’t a big deal to him.

“Of course you do. You’re the best.” I blush, chomping on my lip at his praise. “Can I get you a drink?” 

“Um, just water for now. I’m so thirsty.”

“Be right back.” He says, leaning down to kiss me again. This time he lingers, hand drifting dangerously low on my back to skim across the top of my butt. “Can’t wait to get you alone later.” I open my eyes, drowning in admiration as I watch him leave.

I can’t wait for that either.

“Excuse me, are you Emma?” A voice to the right asks. I turn, taking in a tall, blonde with mirrored aviators. He extends his hand, showcasing a perfectly straight smile while enclosing his fingers around mine.

“I am. You are?”

“Colin. I’m the owner.” He motions to the expensive restaurant and event center.

“Oh! Yes, I was asking the staff members if you were here. My company is hosting an event here next month. I was told I needed special permission from you to bring in rescue animals as it requires a specific permit. I believe you as the group owner need to pull the permit with the city?”

“Excuse me.” Someone says behind me, trying to sneak through. I step closer to Colin. My heel falls into a crack and I get a bit wobbly. Colin steadies me by my forearm. I latch onto his in surprise. 

“So sorry.”

“No problem. It’s a little tight up here.” 

“Yeah, but the space is incredible. The Edison string lights really make the space.

“Thanks. You have amazing taste.” He chuckles. He takes off his aviators, tucking them in the breast pocket of his suit.  “Tell me more about this event.”

I fill Colin in on our idea to have rescue animals at the event from a local non-profit to raise more donations for a vet program that helps homeless individuals receive care for their pets while living on the streets. Its a massive need in the NY & NJ areas.

“We are thinking a puppy kissing booth and a fashion show. I understand it is a lot to ask, but we know this would really help reach the fundraising goal for the night.”

“You’ve completely sold me. I’ll have to be in attendance to spend some money. I’ll have my assistant gather the permit paperwork in the morning. Would you be available to stop by for lunch tomorrow and we can iron out the logistics for the permit? My treat.”

“Yeah, that would be great. The sooner we can get it submitted the better.”

“Perfect. Do you have a card?”

“Unfortunately I ran out! Do you have your phone? I can put my number in directly.”

“Even better.”

He hands me his iPhone so I can click the numbers in. I hand it back to him and we shake hands. I ignored the way his hand lingers a moment longer, but bring my left hand up to brush my hair behind my ear. My large wedding rings are blinding in the sunlight and I know he sees them because his cheeks tighten a bit in disappointment. 

As Colin is walking away, Timo is returning, frowning, with his hands full. He wordlessly hands me the glass of water.

“Thank you.” I say, immediately gulping down two sips. I stick my tongue out, faking a pant. “It’s kinda hot today. I didn’t think it got so hot in the Spring.”

“Who was that?” Timo asks. I can hear the tightness in his voice even as he tries to sound breezy. I pause, scanning his facial features, taking note of the muscle pulsing in his jaw.

“Colin. The owner here.”

“You know him?”

“No, just met tonight. We were talking about the fundraising event I’m hosting here next month.” I shrug, bringing my glass to my lips again.

“Really? And he had to stand that close to you?” I slowly lower my glass down, taking a calming pause before responding.

“It wasn’t intentional. The crowd was pushing us into each other because people kept trying to get by to the bar.” I place my hand on his forearm, giving him a squeeze. He pulls away.

“Your tits were practically bouncing off his chest.” I pause with my tongue partly licking my bottom lip. “Maybe you should go home with him tonight.”

“Oh my god.” I scoff, rolling my eyes at him. “I’m going to give you a one-time pass on that comment.” I flip my hair over my shoulder in annoyance.

“You’ve been ignoring me all night.”

“I’ve been networking! Which you told me was okay to do tonight because of who is in this room.” I clap back at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you when you walked in.”

“Didn’t realize it was going to be only men you talk to. Guess that’s why you picked that dress. Thought it was for me.”

“Wow. Yeah, I came here tonight with you, my millionaire husband, to hit on other men in a low cut dress to make a few extra dollars. I think I can afford to not sell my body for potential clients.”

Timo looks down into his drink as he takes a sip. 

“Hey, Timo. I hope you don’t mind if I steal your wife. I’ve got an event next Fall I think she would be the perfect planner for.” Tom Fitzgerald says from my left.

“No problem. She’s all yours.” The insinuation in his tone makes tears pinch the back of my eyes as he walks away.

After talking to Tom, I end up going to the bathroom to let my tears fall. I come out of the stall, dabbing discreetly at my eyes with toilet paper. I no longer feel up to more networking. All I want now is to leave. So, I go find Timo.

“I’m not feeling well. I want to go.” I avoid looking into his eyes so he can’t see my red rimmed orbs.

“Okay, give me a few minutes. I have more people to catch before I can go.” Anger flares inside of my chest, a burning ball of injustice at him being such a jerk tonight.

“Forget it. I’ll have Nico take me.” I start walking away before he can respond.

“Emma, come back here.”

“No.” I snap over my shoulder as I walk to find my brother.

- - -

Nico ends up bringing me home. He doesn’t ask questions, just gives me a hug and assures me it’s going to be okay when he sees my tears. He comes in briefly to give Lio a smooch, then leaves to return to the party with the rest of his teammates. 

Timo doesn’t come home until later, after I’m pretending to be asleep in our bed. He walks into the room, checking the comforter is covering my whole body. He carefully rakes my hair back into my pillow case, dropping a kiss to my temple. 

“Love you.” He mumbles. I hear him go into our closet and change, then grab his pillow from the other side of the bed and leave for the couch- the sleeping arrangement I texted him about earlier. He doesn’t get to insult me then sleep in our bed like he didn’t cross a line.

The next morning, I awaken well into the morning. I glance at my phone, surprised to see its after 9:00am. Lio is usually up by 7:00am. I grab the monitor, not seeing him in his crib. Both boys must be up then. I take the peace and quiet, grabbing my breast pump to take care of the first session for the day. As Lio has gotten older, I’ve started to rotate between breastfeeding and pumping, mostly because I’m gone more frequently than when he was a newborn. 

When the cycle is complete, I gather the bottles then head down to the kitchen. Timo is putting Lio’s bib around his neck. Lio has starting to enjoy more food in the last month, much to my delight. Timo hears me step onto the hardwood from the stairs. He glances over his shoulder briefly then looks back at Lio.

“Good morning.” He tries to sound cheery, but the frustration from last night is evident in his tone. I tilt my lips up into a half-assed smile. “He was up at 5. I gave him two bottles already, but he still seemed hungry so we are trying pumpkin.”

“Oooo a new flavor.” I smile at our son who’s gummy grin fills his face. “Pumpkin for our lil pumpkin.” I smooch Lio’s cheek and his giggle fills the kitchen. I press my nose into his hair, smelling the sweetness of his soft skin. Timo watches me, leaning against the counter. Our gazes connect but I look away. I place the fresh bottles in the fridge after marking the date on them.

“Are we going to talk?”

“Probably at some point.” I say, walking to the coffee bar to begin working on an espresso.

“Well I have to go to practice soon.”

“Good for you. You’ll need to take Lio with you to the sitter. I have a client meeting with Colin.”

“That douche from last night?”

“He’s not a douche. You were the one acting like a douche.” Timo’s eyebrows shoot up and he’s instantly seething. He walks back over to the highchair, giving Lio another spoonful.

“I don’t want you to go.” Timo suddenly whirls around, practically spraying pumpkin all over the white kitchen. “Can’t Rhea call and talk to him?”

“No. It’s paperwork for a permit. And I really don’t care what you want. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” I can feel my blood pressure beginning to skyrocket. He is being completely unreasonable. 

“So my feelings don’t matter?”

“Not when it comes to my work.” I turn back to the espresso machine. “ End of discussion.”

“Uh, no it’s not.”

“It is.” I suck air between my gritted teeth, trying to stay calm. 

“This is bullshit.”

“Timo.” I spin around, gesturing to Lio.

“He doesn’t know what I’m saying.”

“Until that’s his first word.”

“I want to talk more about this.”

“I don’’t.”

“We are no longer fuck buddies who get to play around like this. We are married. You’re my wife. And as your husband-”

“You better stop talking right now before you step into something you won’t be getting out of for days.” I turn back to the machine, watching the last few drops fall into the small cup.

“Emma, if you turn your back on me again when I’m talking, you better be bending over for me to fuck you.” His voice is low but razor sharp. I pause, sucking my cheeks in, glancing over my shoulder at his face. He is pissed. Absolutely seething with his arms crossed over his thick chest, Lio’s spoon in one hand and the jar of baby food in the other.

Our gazes stay locked in heated defiance. If Lio wasn’t here, I know how we would settle this. But he’s right there, wiggling for Timo to give him his next spoonful of pumpkin. I turn back around, showing him my back just like he told me not to. The spoon and jar clatter to the counter. Timo’s large hands swoop me up, throwing a shoulder into my thighs so I hang down his back.

“Timo, our baby.” 

“He is fine.”

“Not in the high chair.” Timo slaps my ass, hard. I squeak, feeling the intense burning coat my backside.

“Shut your mouth. Or I’ll shut it for you.” It’s at that moment that I realized I may be a little in over my head with this.

“Put me down.”

“No, you’re being such a fucking brat.” He huffs as he hauls me back over his shoulder so I fall on the bed. “Stay here.” He points a finger at me. I oblige, listening to Timo bring Lio into his nursery. I’m shocked when our son willingly goes down. He must sense his dad’s exasperation.

My heart flutters and breathing intensifies with every thud of Timo’s feet coming back to our bedroom. When he walks in, my heart aches for him. I hate fighting with him. What used to drive me crazy with sexual tension, now fills me with terror. Losing him is no longer a livable option. Not since we made Lio.

“I’m sorry.” I begin to bubble as he pulls me down the bed to him.

“Sh. Don’t ruin this by being sweet now.”

I can tell he’s already over whatever was happening in the kitchen. All he wants now is to be buried to the hilt, feeling me squeeze him while dropping moans into his ear. He climbs on top of me, hands coming to dash through the sides of my hair. His mouth is on mine, greedy and possessive. As he kisses me, he shoves his hard erection between my legs, rutting into me until I give the whimpers he’s desperate to hear.

He grips the waistband of my shorts, ripping them down my body. I nibble my swollen lip, panting as I watch him hover his mouth above my clit. He locks eyes with me, then licks up my slit, maintaining eye contact. I look back as long as I can, but the ecstasy calls my head to the pillow. I whine when he roughly slurps at my clit.

“T. Fuck me. Please.” I beg.

“You gonna be good?”

“No.”

“Em, you know what I want from you.” He pulls completely away, smirking at the way I desperately cry to him.

“There is a vibrator in that drawer just as good as you.” I challenge. He sucks his cheeks in. 

“Doubtful.”

“Prove it.” I hiss, gripping him harshly over his shorts. The control shifts back to me instantly. He pulls his shorts off, then settles back on his knees between my legs. I wrap my hands around his shoulders, making his lips meet mine in the middle.

His engorged head is perched at my opening. He presses in fast, bucking his hips into mine as I grip his neck for leverage to watch us connect. I'm so tight; he’s so rigid, I’m instantly moaning when his mouth connects our lips. His tongue drags along mine, practically choking me with how deep he’s going. Fuck, this is fantastic. But I want to be the one in control. I shove at his shoulders. He won’t relinquish. He pulls back up, fucking me harder until my hips are writhing off the bed to meet his.

“You belong to me.” He reminds me as he pounds deeper into my folds. I can’t breathe. It’s so good and intense and necessary. His grip on my hips is as possessive as his words. Nothing could pull him away from me. 

“Then you better treat me like I do.” I pant out, reaching up his back to claw my fingernails down his back with his rapid fucking. “Fuck.” I sob, digging deeper. Raw, angry marks form under my nails on his back. Timo turns his face into me, sucking the sensitive skin of my throat before biting down. 

“I treat you like a goddamn queen. You were a fucking brat last night, not letting me sleep in our bed.” 

“You deserved it.” I am quick to quip back. He responds by bringing his hand up to my throat, holding it there and watching my eyes close with desire. He doesn’t tighten his grip, just holds me down as he pumps faster.

“Keep it up.” He whispers with an edge. His other hand comes down to my clit, two fingers feeling their way between my folds. His touch is light and has me writhing beneath him for more. “You want to come? You know what you need to do.” I think about fighting more, but the need is too great. I tangle my legs around his waist, keeping him close to me. He pauses, buried inside of me. “Baby.” His voice is coated with love now. 

“I love you, T. I’m yours. Forever.” I bury my face into his neck as he begins to rapidly pound into me again. It’s so incredible. Fast and deep and ragged. His cock drags along my inner walls, fingers playing with my clit while he sucks at the nook of my neck and shoulder. Explosions sparkle along my black eyelids. “Ooo-oh.” I choke out into his ear, then suck in a short, staccato breath before exhaling a loud moan. My pussy tugs ribbons of cum from his tip as he tells me how fucking incredible I feel when I’m coming.

Our heavy breathing shakes the bed. I run my hand up his back to his hair, holding his face to where he kisses my shoulder. His breath is hot against the wet skin there. After a bit, he falls off to the side, rolling me with him. I curl into his chest as his hand travels down, cupping my butt. He rests his lips on my head.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. I forgave you the second you slid into me.”

“It’s kinda our way, no?”

“Yeah. I’m okay with that.”

“Me too.” He chuckles. Some silence passes, our breathing starts to regulate. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” Timo says. I think about that for a second.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because you’re mine.” That one answer holds so much weight. As possessive as it sounds, it’s really about the fear he still has that I might not be here one day. The same fear I felt grip me when he walked into the bedroom.

“T, I’m never gonna leave you. Ever again.” He sighs after I say those words, crushing me to his chest so he can kiss my lips. “You proved to me that you’re better than the vibrator. So…” He snorts against my face, then throws his head back into the pillow to laugh.

“I’m gonna use it on you tonight so we can settle that once and for all.”

“If we close the blinds, it could be night time right now.” I wiggle my eyebrows excitedly. “Lio definitely went back to sleep.”

“Yeah, did you see his teeth coming in? Little dude is going through it. I hate it.”

“Ah, I felt them when I was feeding him yesterday. It was awful.”

“You should be done breastfeeding. Teeth on your nipples seems like more than you signed up for.” He jokes.

“You just want to touch my boobs again.”

“Yes. Duh. And put them in my mouth.”

I pause to consider, fueled mostly be selfish desire. It is probably getting to be time though. Lio seems to like bottles better these days, but the thought of being done with our journey makes me sad. 

Suddenly, the doorbell sounds through the house.

“Oh fuck, Nico!” I sputter, rolling over and almost off the bed. Timo grabs my arm at the last second, allowing me to catch myself with my other one on the ground. “I forgot he said he was coming back this morning.”

I toss Timo’s shirt over my head, jumping around on my feet to pull my underwear up my legs, then rushing from the room.

“Babe, you really gonna answer the door like that? It’s your brother!” Timo’s voice calls after me. I ignore him.

“Hey!” I say breathlessly to Nico after swinging the front door open. Nico stands there, sunglasses cover his eyes and a twisted scowl. I can feel his judgmental gaze rake down my body.

“I see you’ve made up.” 

“No I just slept like this.”

“I know what just fucked hair looks like, Em.”

“Ew.” 

“Ditto.”

Timo comes strolling into the entry way behind me, Lio in his arms with sideways, matted hair after his brief nap.

“Oh, we got some grumpy gills back there.” Nico’s tone immediately changes seeing his nephew.

“Yeah, he’s not too happy with me.” Timo bounces our son a bit, trying to get a smile. Lio refuses.

“Lot of people not happy with you.” Nico snips, grabbing Lio from Timo and walking further into the house.

“Your sister and I worked it out.” Timo murmurs as I step into his arms, wrapping mine around his waist to give him a squeeze. His hands slide down to my ass, giving it a hearty squeeze. He spreads my cheeks a bit and I feel his cum sliding out of me. I wrinkle my nose, grunting quietly at the feeling. Timo laughs because he knows what is happening.

“Awww, you hear that Lio. You’re gonna be a big brother!”

“Nico Hischier, if you speak that into existence right now, I will end you.”

Nico hides his snicker with Lio.

[earthtoharlow]

Sunday Kinda Of Love

chapter 4

AN: Shorter chapter, probably will be the last update until after Christmas. Work is getting really busy but enjoy!! Feedback is always welcome:)

Previous chapters

I hate the sound of the iPhone alarm.

It’s truly one of the world’s worst sounds, which is why I never set an alarm on my phone. I slowly open my eyes and blink the sleep away and slowly realize that I’m not back at my apartment. I was still under the pillow fort at Y/N’s place. We must have fallen asleep last night after watching the movie. I looked over and noticed Y/N, who was sleeping curled up next to me slightly. Her hair, which was normally straight, was starting to turn into light waves from being slept on all night. She looked beautiful. I was interrupted from my thoughts when that stupid alarm went off again.

Without disturbing Y/N while she slept I felt around for the phone. I was slightly confused when I found the phone in the bowl where we had the popcorn, nevertheless I grabbed it and turned off the alarm that was obviously set to wake Y/N up to get Brooklyn ready for school. Looking at her, I hated to wake her up. She looked so peaceful.

“Y/N” I whispered softly, and gently placed a hand on her. She let out a soft moan and continued to sleep. I said her name again slightly above a whisper, hoping she would hear me this time. Luckily, she did. My breath almost got stuck in my throat when she opened her beautiful brown eyes. She blinked slightly and looked at me.

“Urban?” She says my name softly, and sits up looking around. I give her a tired smile before saying “Morning? I guess we both fell asleep last night while watching the movie”

She let out the smallest of giggles “yeah, I guess we did huh?”

We laid in the fort enjoying the quiet early morning, the sun hadn’t even risen yet. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I noticed y/n playing with her finger suddenly nervous, before I could mention it she started to speak.

“Urban, I had a really great time with you last night, I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun during movie night. I’d love to hang out with you again, maybe without Brooklyn?” I smiled a little hearing her say she had a great time and wanted to go on an actual date. I guess I was staring at her for too long without saying anything because she started rambling.

“Sorry if that was weird to say, that was totally too straightforward, I mean I practically still a stranger—“

I tried cutting her off by calling her name but she was too busy rambling

“Y/N.” I said trying again.

“I’m a single mother, I know that’s a lot of pressure to put on you, especially since you travel, seriously Urban I’m so sorry ignore the fact that I even asked—“

I did the only thing I could think of to shut her up,

I kissed her

I could hear the small gasp come from Y/N as my lips connected with hers, before she let out a moan almost just as fast and kissed me back. Her arms wrapped around me, playing with the curls at the back of my neck. The kiss ended seconds later, Y/N pulling away first, her fingers touching her lips like she couldn’t believe what just happened.

That might’ve been the best kiss in all my years on earth, I know I’m only 24 but damn, I could kiss her for the rest of my life and never get bored.

“I’m sorry, you just wouldn’t stop talking. I guess I know where Brooklyn gets her rambling from.” I cheekily say with a grin

Y/N let’s out the cutest giggle before shoving me lightly.

“Shut up, I hope you know that that won’t be happening until at least the third date.” Y/N says matter of factly before laying back down, silently deciding Brooklyn could miss one day of preschool.

“1 down, 2 more to go then.”

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

I found this disgusting article (10 Women Tell Us How They Really Feel About Tiny Penises) and wanted to share. It's from 2015 if it matters.

1. “I make fun of them. Who doesn’t? Small penises are hilarious! They’re a punchline all their own: Just say ‘small penis’ in front of a group of women, and they’ll all burst out laughing, because they’ve all known that one guy with a dick the size of a finger.”

2. “I had a boyfriend who was less than blessed in the genitalia department. He was very uptight about it, and I tried to reassure him not to be uptight about it, but in all honesty, he should have been uptight about it. If I had a vagina the size of a parking garage, I’d be uptight, too. People can talk all they want about body acceptance or whatever, but unless you have bad eyesight or are some kind of Goddess or Adonis, everyone has issues with their appearance. I did make fun of it, but only behind his back. So I guess that only makes me half a bitch.”

3. “Did you ever hear this joke about this woman and a man with a tiny penis were having sex for the first time and when he whipped it out the woman said, ‘Who are you going to satisfy with that thing?’ And the guy replies, ‘Me!’ I would fuck that guy, no joke. He has a good attitude. I can forgive a small dick, but to please me, a man has to have balls!”

4. “I’ve been with I think three guys who were severely undersized. I mean, we’re talking Tom Thumb if you know what I’m saying. Not only was it pitiful, but it was really gross. I tried explaining this to a guy with a rather large penis—about how small dicks are absolutely disgusting—and he thought that was funny. He said he could see how someone could laugh at it and think it’s funny, but he didn’t understand they’re revolting to even think about. Small weenies—ew!”

5. “What’s that saying about tits—‘Anything more than a mouthful is wasted’? Well, the opposite applies to cocks. Anything smaller than a mouthful is not going into any of my holes. Making fun of a man’s small penis is the easiest way in the world to destroy a man forever, and what girl doesn’t love doing that?”

6. “I feel like throwing up, that’s how I feel. I don’t care—it’s their turn for body shaming! I guess it’s mean, but mean girls rule! Hit him where it hurts! I mean, you have to aim very carefully to hit him where it hurts because it’s so tiny, but hit him there anyway…lol!”

7. “A long time ago I was with a man and let’s just say that in the chess game of life, this guy was a mere pawn—not a knight or a rook, and definitely not a king. Not only wasn’t he packing a suitcase, he hardly had an overnight bag, if you catch my drift. And I think he accidentally caught the look of disappointment/surprise on my face when I first saw him naked, and I could tell it cut him to the bone. I’m sure this was a lifelong pain for him. We wound up just kissing. I mean, I can’t imagine being with a man if he has a child-sized penis. But neither can I imagine being cruel to a guy just because Mother Nature already played a cruel trick on him.”

8. “I absolutely mock the living fuck out of guys with small dicks, no apologies, no questions asked, period. You know how immature kids think fart jokes are funny? Well, small-dick jokes are like fart jokes for immature adult women. They may be gross, they may be insensitive, but for a certain group of people, they will always be funny.”

9. “I fuck a guy with a tiny cock who turns out doing me wrong in some way or another, I will fucking mega-blast my iPhone cache of pictures of his pathetic baby unicorn dick all across the Internet until he moves to a new country under a new identity.”

10. “I guess I don’t really care. They can call me ugly, but that’s just a matter of opinion, you know? But tape measures don’t lie. You can prove someone has a small dick.”

I really thought this article had to be satire. I wanted to believe that but it doesn't look like it is

[harleyglenn]

It’s as if I’ve entered a bubble at the sight of a

welcome sign . Departing with cars I’ve seen

before . Greeted with picket fences and

plain , more plain and equal amounts of cold

and heat at night That’s really confusing for me ,

that I’m somewhere else . Im a subject going

to the top of hills with dead brush and

monuments that I’ve made up in memory for

fondness of memory . The Hills are only lit

by everything below and iPhone camera(s) .

Snakes talk to boys , they say I’m in a higher

place than a girl who’s been broken so

many times . Boys and girls run in corn fields ,

holding and chanting , making new ceremonies .

All of us do not get to celebrate often anymore

and time

doesn’t stand this still this often . I’m aware of

blood

rushing to my brain and perfume and

pheromone . I’m aware in this moment I’m

everything I want to be but , nothing to a girl

and opportunity to a snake . A serpentine

will always question worth and ask why ? He

will advise you to assert dominance and

manipulate disguised as an offer of control

even if these are things you do not desire .

In the middle of a desert , with no sight

of life in any direction , the good man walks in

the direction meant only for him . He cannot

be accompanied by those he loves or wishes

to be accompanied by . You’ll notice crows

perched on light posts and unfamiliar fog , fog

in desire , lust , moral , friendship , respect, brain.

There are many signs that boys choose to

ignore in hope things go back to ways they were .

A serpent near a church on a hill sees ceremony ,

and he promises change . He promises money

good sex and someone to do drugs with …

a good dancer and potential for backing

where there wasn’t any . Hurt

eyes you can do nothing about even when they

are screaming at you . Prison bars with gold in

reach

that you can only touch with the tips of your

fingers with your ear to the pavement . What’s

true is you’ll get nothing but what you give ,

this overpass , the raven , the bartender , the

passing irrigation systems have their own

agendas . I’ve been told by a snake in the mirror

I deserve better . The boy should own more

things , he suffered in this town , he shouldn’t

have to pay taxes , or for gas and food . Why

should he suffer and not a figurative snake ,

or ghosts of a past that no one will ever know ?

On arrival a table is set and my new favorite

books are scattered , to remind myself to read

them . I’m not a nervous person I should say,

and sit down at this table is what I should do .

Or maybe you take chances in life . Im content

with this story so far , a girl , nor a snake , nor

a raven, nor a caffeine overdose could interrupt

how I feel at this moment . The snake

acknowledges a boy’s existence , the girl

spins in fields far away with the boy only hanging

on by the strength of their fingers . A intrusive

thought always comes knocking for us .

From the outside looking in he’s seeing a

foundation meant to be built on , a

haunted shrine to pray and be observed .

A validation of existence it is to be abused and

tossed out . Confusion for boys only stop when

they are wrong , when aggression neither

proactivity solve problems . It’s a humble

resting place only to be thwarted by language

that doesn’t matter and lack of self worth .

Saying nothing at all is a powerful thing people

in this town know nothing about . They always

want to fill in the gaps how they see fit .

Checking for everything made you anticipate

something , laying in a bed made you inclined

to look up for once . Why is this happening

to you ? Isn’t there anything I could do ? And for

how long til I can be whole again , for things to

feel right again ? It all serves as memorabilia

on a shelf in a dungeon that only paralyzes me

with abundance of decisions .

I would soon be a bird again , without

a cigarette or occasional bump that usually

kills the average bird .

[nickfoo]

Hey, Fo!

I have a question about drawing, since I am a newbie as a digital artist. Could I know what application you use for your drawings? I started using Gimp because a friend recommended it to me, but it doesn't let me download the drawings and when I capture they lose a lot of quality.

Thank you very much and greetings

I’ll answer this the best I can, as I’m not a professional or on professional skill level so I’m not someone to really take art advice from I don’t think. So take what I say with a grain of salt.

These days, I use procreate on my ipad for almost everything I do. I love procreate, its an extremely slimmed down program, and with my ipad its convenient to use it wherever whenever. If the stars align and I have some extra time and energy before class, whip that bad boy out and see if I can doodle something. It does have it's downsides along with being slimmed down, but overall, I have very little to complain about with procreate. (And that they want to add a real animation function to the program is music to my ears.) However it’s important to note procreate is only available through an ipad or iphone.

I also have clip studio paint, its a powerful program that’s more like photoshop and I need to take the time out someday to learn how to use it properly. Clip studio is compatible on much more software than procreate. The best part of these two programs -if you want to spend the money, as I understand Gimp is free, they are a one time flat payment. No monthly fee bullshit.

I wish you luck on your new digital art journey! These days learning something is much more accessible with the internet at your fingers. Keep at it and I suggest to use all resources available to you. 💛

[poems-from-around-the-world]

December Morning - Kim Simonsen - Faroe

Translator: Randi Ward (Faroese)

The shore is soaked; the stones are slippery with green algae. I gather a handful of red whelks from a fresh tidal pool. I kick a limpet loose. At first light, between seaweed and the tides of time, morning is set in motion: a tipping bucket, an opening gate, a bygone vision of black ships sailing upon the sea’s canopies of plankton.

The gloomy sunrise has ended up a bright morning. The house is quiet; everything waits and wonders. The flowers are all gone; the bulbs and rhubarb are at rest. Now that I’ve circled the sun for the forty-fourth time, I’m learning to live here. The lawn is dying. A red berry on a branch dangles in the wind.

The steady roar of the waves— the shore transformed each morning. Kelp that swayed on the seafloor last night is wracked up in heaps of tangled blades and dead stalks on the sand. Birds sit on a branch. Small brown slugs slip under drifting leaves. Green moss colonizes a tree trunk; yellow fungus works its way into the wounded bark. The dead grass reaches all the way up to my knees.

To know that everything is an other world, always an other world. The grit of frosty leaves sandpapers the street. I come back in with my eyes watering from the cold. Ice crystals sparkle from a thousand directions at once. The sun is setting on the children walking home; the very tracks of their treaded soles are loved. Heavy sleeves of wet snow hang from branches.

I haven’t seen a brown slug since last summer. I’m trying to find my voice here. Wishing not to grow older is really about not wanting to lose my childhood again— not wanting to lose anything else at all. To stand amid the rising tide and undulating landscape clinging to the sand, and the red and brown seaweed, trying to take it all in and with me, trying not to forget anything inside this crumbling house. The wake of caving memories hits like heavy surf— to know that everything is an other world, always an other world. Fingers, red and tingling. The slug eggs scattered throughout the yard lie in wait.

The soil is black. The withered grass is brown, matted and stiff with wintery glaze. The sun lowers its cold gaze. We wait without knowing what’s going to happen.

The house is empty during the day. Furious squalls blow in off the bay. Breakers rip seaweed up and sling it about the sand. You aren’t here. A solitary cat slinks into the fenced yard. It will be dark again soon. Each day ends more quickly than it begins. Gusts send sand and blades of grass swirling against the window. The cat has vanished.

Time etches itself in ripples and grooves on the grey sand. Few friendships last. Everything is as banal as this sand. It’s raining more and more here, and families aren’t what they used to be. That’s what the experts say. The dead fish that washed ashore is shriveling up in the sun.

The landscape is the same. Once again, I’ve returned with the feeling that I’m living in a time warp – like I’ve arrived twenty years too late or too early – as though I’m slowly falling all the while smiling to the passersby. To daydream about the cold on a December morning and know that I’ve lost everything here— that nothing is as I remember it, that here the world is a blurry photograph superimposed on another bleary image until all faces are shattered and distorted by time.

A starling flock lights above red and black currant bushes. You’re crying on the phone again. A land is a construct that has to be recreated each day; this goes for the state and the nation— but not the landscape. We wished we could disappear in each other’s eyes.

I move through the trollish gorge between all that was, all that might now be, and all that may or may not come to pass. There’s a strength in the people who choose to live here but also great sorrow. I’ve turned off my iPhone. The starlings have flown; the berry bushes are still.

[joe9cool]

COLLIDE -JUSTIN HERBERT-7

Sara decided to sneak away and sleep on the couch when Justin fell asleep. Her body didn't allow her brain to overthink. She fell asleep immediately.

When she woke up she found herself the same way. Justin was next to her, and Nova was at her feet. The sight made Sara smile, then she thought about last night or earlier this morning.

Why the fuck would Taylor be calling? Slowly, she got up and tiptoed to the kitchen counter where she left his phone.

There was one missed call, and then one text message. She looked over at Justin, who was still sleeping. She took her finger and tapped the screen of the iPhone.

Just like she thought though, it was password protected. She tried 4 different combinations for his birthday and nothing. Cursing softly, she didn't try any more attempts for fear that his phone would be disabled.

She reached for her phone and began scrolling through Instagram. Bored, she decided to go through Tumblr. Yes, she was the 2012- 2014 Tumblr girl but since fans her original account she had to make a fake fan one.

In her tags, she typed Justin Herbert. She found the usual photos, videos, and whatever people put in the tags. Sara found the blog section. She clicked on the first one.

The page was full of anonymous questions that the blogger was trying to answer. One remark was that he was following new girls while he was recovering. She got out of the app and went back to Instagram.

Finding his profile, she saw that the anon was right. His following Count went up,

And of course, he wasn't following her.

She got off her phone in general. She wasn't sure what to do. Was she supposed to confront him? What would she say?

Sara squealed when she felt an arm wrap around her. "You are so damn stubborn" He muttered, voice still sleepy. "I'm gonna have to tie you to my bed."

She shivered at the thought. "Maybe we can try that when you get better."

The room got hot. Her anger melted away. The sexual tension could be cut with a nice. Justin moaned, and his hand snuck up her sleep shirt to grab at her breast. "You'd like that huh? Tying you up so you can't move ." He pinched a nipple, then moved his hand slowly downwards.

Justin didn't know where this confidence came from. He wasn't much of a dirty talker. But one of the things he noticed was Sara enjoyed the sounds he made. She liked to make him fall apart and vice versa.

She was wet and he easily slid two fingers inside of her. He tried to steady his breathing as he felt the pain in his ribs. He probably should have asked the doc if sex was okay. Well maybe not, he wouldn't have gotten the answer he wanted.

As he began to pump in and out he was pushing his hard-on into her ass, well more like her back considering the height difference.

He added a third finger and shaped the round. Sara's mouth opened wide, her moans turned into cries as she came apart on his fingers. When she was able to turn around she was greeted by Justin's erection straining through his basketball shorts. She thought about it.

"How much pain are you in?"

"Umm."

"Justin Patrick, don't lie to me."

"It hurts, but this hurts more.” He pointed down. Sara still debated, then began to do the drawstrings on his shorts before reaching in and pulling his dick out. She slowly began jerking and he let off a soft moan. Sara sank to her knees and removed her shirt, after a bit she began licking his entire shaft, she heard Justin moaning but she saw he was tense. So she sped up, trying to make him finish as fast as possible.

“Sara” Justin rasped. “I want to be inside of you. Please” he trailed off in a moan as he finished in her mouth. After she swallowed, she got up from her knees. “Let’s wait til you are a bit more healed to try sex. Besides, you still can’t do certain things.”

“Well, I’m playing on Sunday so.” Sara whipped her head around. "What!"

Justin played it off. "I'm going to be at the facility reevaluating today. Plus it's just pain management if I get my injections. I should be good."

He was insane, he had to be, all those pain meds had to be getting to his head. "You need to sit out a few games."

Justin laughed. Which made her blood boil. "Good one babe, but the team and I have high expectations this year."

"We are talking about your long-term health which is more important. Justin this season doesn't matter if you're injured."

He muttered something which pissed her off. "What was that?"

He stood up straighter. "I said it's easy for you to say since you never played a sport."

"Don't you throw that in my fucking face! What are you my family now? I'm just trying to help you and see that just because the organization wants you to play doesn't mean you have to!"

He rolled his eyes. "Okay yeah let me just explain that I don't feel comfortable. Let down a whole fan base and the organization."

"The fans would understand, I mean on Twitter the fans want the best for you."

He gritted his teeth. "I don't give a fuck about what people on Twitter say. My life isn't on social media like yours."

"Says the guy who is on Instagram liking pictures of other women and can't follow his fucking girlfriend."

"Wow, really Sara? So that's what this is about? You're upset because I followed a couple of people? You know how I am. I'm private, I don't want anyone to know about me."

"I understand that but fuck." She almost brought up Taylor but decided against it.

Justin waited. "Are you done? Have you come to your senses? I have to get ready and head to the facility." He walked out of the room.

They ignored each other the rest of the time and once she heard his car pull out of the garage, she decided to let out some steam. She drove back to her house, got her roller skates, and came back to his house. His neighborhood was quiet, no one bothered them.

Little did she know she was being followed. Jack Lange, a well-known insider for OK magazine caught her as she was leaving her driveway. It was a slow day, so he decided to follow her. He wasn't in his usual hideout van, he learned to ditch it since it made it so obvious.

He was trailing behind Sara at a distance. As he followed her into Irvine, he became confused. She was never around this area, well at least where she was normally photographed. Jack knew she kept a low profile, so he didn't usually take too many photos especially if her family was in town.

However, as she pulled into an unknown driveway he pulled off to the next street. Typing in the address and street. He couldn't find any information on the owner.

He waited, maybe she was visiting a friend's house. It couldn't be someone on her team. Irvine wasn't a spot for celebrities or anyone in entertainment.

Slowly he turned the car back onto the street. He saw her again, she was rollerblading this time. Upon closer look, She was wearing a mask with a baseball cap with 'O' on it, also a shirt that looked way too big on her. Jack would guess that it was a man's.

Hmmm, this was interesting. Maybe this was a guy's house? Someone she could be seeing? If it was, this could be big news. Everyone saw how the whole thing with Harry Styles went down. This could be a big story. Hollywood's darling found new love?

He thought about calling his boss, but he didn't want to put too many leads on this case. If this led to a big story, he could reap the rewards. He would get a fat bonus.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stay like this forever, as he got a call from said boss saying that there was Kylie Jenner out and about. Saving the address in his GPS and his notes. He drove off.

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Justin was still pissed about the fight earlier. He wanted her for help and company not to be his mom. If he wanted to play, he was going to fucking play. No one was gonna tell him no.

As he got ready in the locker room, he spotted Ekeler walking in. "So a little birdie told me your girl stopped by a couple of days ago."

Justin rolled his eyes. Mike had a big mouth. "She's a friend, and yeah I forgot something."

"Man, come on she's more than that and you know it. I have never seen you like this over anyone. You're all in good spirits and you have a life outside of football. You took Staley's advice and relaxed"

"Look, we have just been hanging out together and having fun. That's all."

"Does she know that? Or are you stringing her along?" Justin was quiet. "She met your folks my guy that isn't just a 'friend'."

Austin took a deep breath and then continued. "You got Taylor coming around and asking us why you're not contacting her. No one has said anything, but someone is going to slip. She's not just going to go quietly. You owe her an explanation and you better do it soon before it blows up in your face.

Justin was fed up. "Look, my number one priority is football. This team, this organization, is all I care about. That's all I want to talk about." He got up and walked up signaling the end of the conversation.

Overall rehab was going okay. A couple of days, along with the exercises and meds have been going well. They were optimistic that he would be playing Sunday in Jacksonville. The rest of the day was spent watching videos and coming up with a plan of attack against the Jags and Trevor Lawrence. By the time Justin was back and getting ready to leave it was late.

Out of the corner of his eyes. He saw Austin approach him cautiously. Austin held his hands up as a defense mechanism. "Look. I get it. It's all new and you're not sure how to handle this new relationship and her career. But Justin, you got a good woman, a woman who has millions of guys lined up ready to take your place. Please realize what you have. Don't wait til it's too late."

Justin only nodded, still not wanting to have this conversation.

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Sara still wasn't feeling better after rollerblading. It was now dark out, and she had gone out pretty far. So far, she didn't know where she was.

Fuck. She didn't know who to call, Justin? He didn't even text her back when she asked what he wanted for dinner. She just left it alone then. If he wanted to be a baby that was fine.

She was a stubborn woman, many people including Justin have told her that. She was also independent. Learning at a young age that asking for favors would have it thrown back in her face, especially being in this business.

As she tried to backtrack her steps she thought about the red carpet next month. Seeing Harry would bring back so many emotions. She wouldn't know what to say to him. The falling out between them and Olivia had been so brutal. She had seen how she had tried to do damage control, and her publicist reached out to Heidi to get her to play into her game. Sara was done with the act, not that ever went along with it in the first place.

She had also gotten a call from her agent saying she had to be in New York for a week for a photo shoot for Michael Kors's campaign. It was a big one she couldn't miss. Plus she could spend time with Ann-Sophie, and celebrate her God daughter's 2nd birthday. She just needed to tell Justin. Speaking of, Shouldn't he be home right now?

Eventually, she was able to trace her steps or blades and came back into an empty house. Deciding to order uber eats something, she found a local Mexican restaurant.

During her meal, she texted Justin.

I ordered Mexican, I got tacos in the fridge when you get home

An hour had gone by with no response. She was now pissed. At least fucking answer me she thought.

It was now ten pm and she was very tired, lately, exhaustion had been hitting her hard. This time she slept in the guest room again not wanting to be near Justin.

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Justin found himself at Taylor's place.

He had run into her in the parking lot, they began talking and he just followed her to her place. He felt bad about blowing her off and she was very persistent. Plus they were friends before anything became physical between them.

They had just talked, she told him about her vacation while he caught her up with his off-season.

"I saw you went to Joseph Grant's wedding." She took a sip of her wine. "It looked fun."

Justin smiled. "Yeah I had a good time, I'm glad Mike made me go."

"The whole cast was there right?"

He was wondering why she was asking. "Um yeah, I didn't pay attention."

Taylor sat on the couch next to him. "Well, I saw photos. Sara Wozniak is so beautiful. Did you see her?"

At the mention of her, Justin felt guilt wash over him. "Um yeah sort of, she said hi to me and we talked about the season. She's been to a couple of our games."

Taylor smiled. "Oh, I have seen her from afar. She was at the home opener. I wanted to say hi, maybe next time."

"Yeah maybe."

She scooted closer to him. "I'm glad you're here Justin." Her finger began sliding up and down her hand which made him nervous. "Did the doctor say anything about physical activity?" He knew what she was implying and it made him uncomfortable.

"Um yeah, I'm banned from physical activity."

"Well, I think you did a good job with the stretches today. I'm sure we could go a little further." He felt her breath on her neck. "I missed you."

As soon as her lips touched her neck. He jumped up, almost knocking her off the couch. "Listen, Taylor, I'm not comfortable with this right now. This injury Is pretty serious. I don't wanna mess up anything before the game."

He saw the look of anger and then confusion on her face. "Um well, in that case, uh who has been taking care of you at home?"

"My parents have done a pretty good job, I'm pretty set."

"But you can't have sex?" She got up and got close to him and wrapped her arms around him. Before he could speak she pressed her lips to his.

It lasted three seconds before he pushed her off. "I got to go. I'll see you later."

He grabbed his bag and practically ran out the door.

Once he got to his car he drove off a few blocks so he didn't have Taylor come down from her apartment.

Once he pulled over he let out the breath he had been holding. Holy fuck he just cheated. Well, they didn't establish where they were at. But he was dishonest. Taylor kissed him, not the other way around it.

He couldn't justify it, either way, either way, he felt like shit. He was having an internal battle with himself. What should he say? What should he do?

He looked at his phone to see the text messages from Sara which made him feel worse. After about ten minutes, he drove around his neighborhood for a good half an hour.

It was late when he arrived home. The lights were out, and when he peeked into the guest room Sara was sound asleep. This time he didn't bother her and went to bed.

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The morning came and went, and Justin wasn't there when Sara woke up. Which was odd, she expected a good morning or a kiss. ‘He was probably busy.’

Justin was probably back to his regular training. I mean it had been a week since his injury and he was feeling better, although Sara wondered if he would tell anyone the truth. After she got ready, she decided to head to the gym by her house before stopping by and packing for New York. She had spoken to Bella, who had agreed to let her stay with her since the apartment is close to the studio and she would be in Tokyo for their fashion week. Things were still sort of tense between them, Bella had no qualms about letting Sara know how she felt about Justin. She would be taking Erika for support, and well since she is her assistant it would work out well.

She packed the main things, all of her outfits for that week were waiting for her at the studio, she just needed her lounge clothes. She was halfway through packing when she got a text.

‘There's going to be a ton of press at the game Sunday. I’d feel better if you didn't.

She stared at the message in disbelief. Of course, because it would look too suspicious. She thought bitterly. How dare that be the first thing he said to her after not coming home. He wanted to be a jerk. Fine she could be one too.

'Actually my flight for New York leaves tonight. I'll be gone for a week and a half doing campaigns. Forgot to tell you'

She hit send and then called Erika to arrange a private jet as soon as possible. She was so pissed at him. Serves him right.

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Justin was feeling relieved, he had to shoot an interview with Taylor on the field prior to the game Sunday and he didn't want Sara and her to have a run in. He didn't want to deal with that. It sucked that she had to be in New York. He wanted to apologize in person for how he acted (among other things) but he wasn't going to mention that.

He replied back. 'Miss you, have a safe flight. Text me when you land'

Within the minute he got the 'okay miss you' text.

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Sara loved New York, she thought about moving way too many times. Although that probably wouldn't happen.

They got to Bella's upscale penthouse as soon as they landed. After a shower and preparing whatever her friend had in the fridge. She read over the itinerary Heidi had sent over.

It was going to be a hectic week. As she was looking over everything she noticed something caught her eye.

Friday: Michael kors fitting

Saturday Michael kors shoot campaign

Sunday: Lexi's 2nd birthday party

Monday: Harry styles concert at MSG

Tuesday: the tonight show

Wednesday: finish Michael kors campaign approve final picture editorials

Thursday: flight 9:00am

She called Heidi.

"Sara my darling it's really late, I thought we'd discuss everything at the fitting tomorrow."

"I'm not going to Harry's concert."

"Oh dear, Harry's team reserved a seat for you in the front. I checked out the spot, no one will be by you, and you won't be near Olivia I promise."

"Not the point Heidi. I just don't want to deal with that."

"Look the executives at Warner Brothers want a united front, they are already upset you bowed out of all of the promotion for don't worry darling."

"They can't say anything. I did go to Venice, didn't I?"

"And you showed up late, gave the impression to Olivia you weren't going to show and threw shade " Heidi grumbled.

Sara couldn't help but smile at the memory. "Yeah that was great "

"If you want to work with Warner Brothers in the future you need to show at least your cordiality. This concert and taking pictures at the premiere are going to fool the fans. You're an academy award Nominee, you can sell it to the public."

Sara pinched her nose. "Look, I'll think about it. That's all I'm gonna say. I got to go, we got to be at the studio at 5am. I'll see you tomorrow."

She hung up. After doing her nightly skin routine. She got into the bed and decided to message Justin.

S: I'm in NYHow was practice?

J:good. Starting to throw. I should be ready for Sunday."

S:I'm glad. Any major issues?

J: No, I have been doing the injections for the pain and have been feeling normal. What are you doing right now?

S: I just into bed

J: without me? 😜

She snorted at the response

S: okay you little fuckboy.

J: you send pictures?

She giggled. Feeling a little frisky, she pulled down her tank top to reveal her breasts. After making sure her nipples were hard. She took the selfie of just her chest. After deciding it was good enough she sent it.

J: Holy Fuck. You fucking tease.

Deciding to push it further she pulled her shorts down to expose everything once getting the perfect shot she sent that

J: babe stop oh my god. You're perfect.

S: your turn Herbert

He didn't send anything for.a few minutes and she was beginning to wonder if he would send anything. Probably not guys like him don't want to risk it. Suddenly she heard the iPhone message notification.

J: I've never done this before so sorry if it's not very sexy

She opened the file to see his hand wrapped around his hard dick. She could tell the background of his bedroom.

S: I wish you were here. I give anything to have that inside me.

J: I love being inside you. It's like heaven. Get back on the plan right now.

She began playing with herself. Trying to replicate Justin's movements. Justin had ended up facetiming her and they engaged in facetime sex. It wasn't awkward as they thought it would be. It was nice, it was hot as they finished together. Sara had fallen asleep quickly as she had to be up in a few hours.

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Over the next couple of days it was pure chaos. Sara had to be up and ready to head to the studios. Her plandid paparazzi photos were hitting social media and everyone was eating them up.

She and Justin had barely kept in touch. They exchanged a couple of messages throughout the day and snuck a phone call at night. Sara missed him a lot, she missed his humor, his laugh, how he would go over plays with her.

She was happy, she was in love with Justin. So it wouldn't hurt to attend Harry's show? It would be his last night of his Residency at MSG. She missed his music, she had gone to shows when they were together and missed the electrifying atmosphere and all of his amazing fans.

This would show that she could put the past in the past. That she was ready to move on. Maybe they will become friends again, maybe they won't. But they would always have the utmost respect.

Sara never told Justin anything about Harry. He had never asked, so she didn't tell. She wondered if he knew, but he wasn't a big social media celeb gossip man so she doubted it. Speaking of, she kept checking Justin's status, as now it was going to be a gametime decision. She knew Justin wanted to play, and hoped it wasn't too serious for him to not play.

The pain shots seemed to be helping him a lot as she caught the video of him practicing. It was like nothing was wrong.

Another thing she was doing was checking Taylor's instagram. As of Friday night, she was in Arizona. Which settled Sara's nerves a bit. At least she wasn't too close to Justin.

She still didn't know how to approach the topic or how she found out about her. She could lie, say she was googling his name and hers popped up. It wouldn't technically be a lie. However she knew Justin would just brush it off, she needed to actually corner him where he couldn't deny or downplay it.

As she was sitting in the chair getting her makeup touched up for the next shoot, she decided to put off the topic for now.

The first half of the shoot went well, she was shown in casual street wear attire. After six hours, the crew decided to break for lunch. While Sara was munching on her lunch, she decided to check the Chargers news. She watched Justin's presser. He seemed annoyed, and tried to downplay his injury. Then she noticed the Twitter sidebar.

@TaylorBisciotti

THIS JUST IN: Justin Herbert listed as questionable for LAC vs. JAGS

Hmm that's odd. Justin didn't mention that this morning when they were texting. Also Taylor is in Arizona how the fuck would she get that info?

At any mention of her name put Sara in a sour mood. She thought back to the Tumblr blogs she found. Going through her book marks, she found the one blog she was looking for.

There were new responses

'Of course Taylor got the inside scoop first. She's banging him. Major perk I guess.

'I don't understand why she would want to damage her career like that.'

'Hey [blog name] there's a photo of Justin and Taylor going around on Twitter. They were spotted together at a restaurant'

That jolted Sara. The blog asked if it was recent to which the anon responded yes. Quickly, she went to Twitter and typed in the names. She did about ten minutes of scrolling to find nothing.

When she went back to the blog, she saw the anon was called out for not providing proof. This made Sara feel a little better, Justin wouldn't take that chance. He would be out and about with Taylor like that would he?

"Sara! We need to get you to the next outfit change."

Damn it, she spent her whole lunch fucking thinking of this shit. She needed to get it together.

The last six hours of the shoot were the worst. She was supposed to be smiling, laughing, playing in the leaves. Her face was showing nothing of those emotions. Her manager Jesi had to pull her aside and tell her to get it together.

Even then the photos were only decent.

They weren't the best, and The editing team had to work wonders for them to approve the final shot that would be in magazines, and the billboard on Times Square.

It was very late by the time Sara got back to the apartment. She did a once over of the gift she had gotten for Little Lexi. Her goddaughter was obsessed with peppa pig, with her father being British and all. It was going to be slightly awkward as Ann-Sophie had texted her earlier that Lexi's dad, George was bringing his new girlfriend, and that there had been a massive fight over it.

Sara never cared for George, she had met him while she was doing backup vocals for the 1975's new album. She had become good friends with Matty and the others. But she just couldn't stand the drummer. Unfortunately, Ann-Sophie was in town for London fashion week, and decided to drop by the studio for lunch. George was immediately smitten, and before Sara knew it, everyone knew they were a couple.

George was a London playboy, and there was no getting that through her best friend. However Sara thought it was going to be just a summer fling considering London and New York were miles apart.

Then a little after their first anniversary Ann-sophie and George sat all of their friends and families down and announced she was pregnant. Stunned, angry, were just some of the emotions that Sara felt.

Quarantine came, and although Sara wasn't happy about the pregnancy, she supported her best friend through phone calls and facetimes. And once little Alexandra 'Lexi' Daniel arrived in September 2020. It was love at first sight and she was proud to be her godmother. Even getting a little 'L' tattooed on her wrist with her parents.

George was a great dad, despite having a bad breakup. They tried to keep things cordial for the sake of Lexi, and if Ann-Sophie could do it, so could she.

Before bed Sara had texted Justin that she missed him. She got no response. He was probably still bitter that he was questionable for tomorrow.

Meanwhile all the way in Arizona, Taylor was excited that Sara Wozniak viewed her story.

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The party was a hit so far, despite George and Ann Sophie's awkward introduction to Charli, it was so far so good.

Sara had taken Lexi to get their butterfly face paintings, and had played some peppa pig board games. She had conversed with Matty and both of Lexi's grandparents. She sorta felt like a host herself, helping with drinks and food setup. George had a carnival food truck style buffet. After fulfilling her godmother duties for now, she was in the kitchen having a glass of wine with ann-sophie and other castmates flew in. But despite having an overall good time, she was nervous.

Justin had messaged her saying he was going to do pregame reps and see how he felt, then make a decision on whether he was going to go for the pain shot and play.

The game didn't start til 4pm New York time, so she was going to have to wait and see. He didn't message her anything after that.

To make matters worse, Sara had seen that Taylor updated her Twitter status, and that she was back in Los Angeles ready to cheer on the bolts. It pissed her off to know end, and the alcohol wasn't helping anything. Again she understood Justin's privacy. But there was a stark difference between secretive and private damn it. She wanted to talk to her best friend about what this all meant, but this wouldn't be the time or place.

Well her best friend knew her too well. When they had the chance to be alone together while setting up the two tier peppa cake the questioning began. "So how's Justin? I saw he's playing today."

Sara got out the candles. "I just saw."

"Are you terrified?"

"Not really, he's been doing very well. " truth be told she was terrified out of her fucking mind. Justin had downplayed a lot about the pain. Sara had read up on the injection shot he would be taking, the risks of what happened to Tyrod. One wrong move from the O-line could get him more injured than he already was.

"Anyway. So how are you guys doing relationship wise? You guys are together right? It's official?"

"Yes it is. Everything is great." Sara lied. She knew she was being a hypocrite. If the shoe was on the other foot she would have given ant of her friends a mouthful and how he wasn't shit, and here she was. But again it wasn't the time or place.

Before any more questions could be asked. They heard a squeal from Lexi in the other room. Ann-sophie grabbed the cake while Sara had her phone ready to record. Seeing little Lexi's face light up with delight made everyone's cares go away. George and Ann-Sophie looked like a happy family as they posed by the other side of their daughter in her birthday high chair. Charli looked pissed at being left out. Sara tried to be cordial with her bit it seemed that the singer didn't want anything to do with anyone but George, not even his own daughter.

Sara was trying to distract herself by handing out gifts and more cleaning. Lexi loved the kitchen set her godmother gave her. She was a spoiled little girl, but her parents would never raise her to be a spoiled brat. Her mother made sure of that. It made her wonder how Justin would be as a dad. He loved kids, and his little diary entry of him wanting three like his family made her all warm inside.

Speaking of, she was trying not to spend all of her time looking on her phone, but she really wished she had an exclusive cable package with the NFL. She will be doing that the first thing when she gets home.

So far the Chargers were down 6-0 in the second quarter. She didn't glance at Twitter. She knew how it was, she had seen that Justin threw an interception. God she knew this was going to be bad. It only gotten worse as the Jags scored. She believed in Justin, she really did. But man was this tough.

As she heard her name being called, she decided to put the phone down until the game was over.

Duty calls.

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The game didn't end well.

Sara was baffled that he played the entire game. There were more injuries to the team's core. A team that should have been easily beatable blew them out. When she had gotten back to Bella's place

She texted him.

S: 'I am proud of you. Even though I think it was reckless for you to play the whole game'

J: I don't wanna talk about it. This is my job, you don't see me telling you how to do yours

S: My job doesn't involve long term injuries.

J: if you're just going to try to be my mom. don't talk to me

'Well fuck you then' Sara thought. Asshole.

She left it alone. Bored, she watched tiktoks for a good hour until she felt her eyes drop. But she was stubborn and continued on to Twitter.

What she saw next made her heart drop.

@taylorbisciotti: My exclusive interview with Justin herbert following the team's loss to the Jags

She clicked the video. It was Justin looking upset. Taylor introduced herself to the camera. However when she turned to look at Justin he smiled at her.

Sara's blood boiled.

He seemed to be sort of moody, however he made sure he was polite as always.

Couldn't be nice to the girl who's throat you came down. Motherfucker.

In that moment she was so mad she clicked off and opened her messenger app

To Heidi

Hey Heidi , I changed my mind, save the seats for my friend and I at MSG

[stoweboyd]

No, I Do Not Want to Connect with You on LinkedIn | Emily Skaja

Of all the washed-up terror prodigies in all the Underworld— I’m gonna need you especially to stay the fuck out of my iPhone.

        So you’re still king of that shot-up little roach house on Cat Piss Ave,

still hung up on that time I didn’t let you stay my dearest threat? Look at you. So mad you’d @ anything.

       Wanting me taken down, taken out. Lolol, rage-cake. You tried.

In the years since I was last light-starved, hell-bent on your half-cocked lure I have kept the moon on all night in my own way,

       by listening, by not forgetting it is there. Small witchery.

And by the way, your shit is not a secret. This here is girl country. Trust me when I say we know all about your kind in our ranks.

       All you motherfuckers make it easy—you wear the same shitty face.

Rude to the end, you missed my victory scene. I wore blue lace & wolf spit, I sang torch songs, I was carried up into the trees by waves.

       The moon knew me. It took my side. Duh, I thought, & I gave you the finger.

One day, I woke up such a force, I watched your name fall right out of the language. Did you feel that?

       How you are now girl dust? Shipwreck? Bone muck? Ghost?

It’s only in another life that I could be damned back to hell for your half-look, that I was

      ever your jilted bride, sweating it out

Aqua-netted in a farm field down by the interstate under a goddamn willow bower, eye-deep

      in a rabble of no-account drunks.

You once thought to make me afraid, to consider what that might do to me. I think now:

      how unimaginative. To kill a tree, any asshole

can hammer a ring of nails into the trunk. Already, you don’t know me, & one day

      I will be even stranger, one day I just may fall

to my knees in church to say Reverend, my God, what were Eve’s other choices & I trust you will not

      be there as my witness. I admit I once believed

I could be anything, & didn’t you say to me then “That’s true for some people”—? When I was seven, a boy slapped me

      & I was punished for “inciting violence.”

So it began: when I bled, I thought I deserved it. I wanted one brightly colored warship; I wanted

      a grief with my name printed right there on it.

To have & to hold—there is, after all, a difference. Before anyone fucked with her, Eurydice was just a woman walking alone

      through a field of snakes. It’s late now, much

too late to hold us back—you know that— pay attention this time when the hiss of our names

      ribbons off, white flame against the dark.