#shoves a chainsaw up my pussy

[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 1

Part 2 : Here

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: I wanna turn this into a longer story as I really like the idea of a cruel pussy-whipped Johnny actually getting the reader pregnant and his family is shocked at his actions. For now I apologies if there is any mistakes since this is still a new hobby of mine.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, assault, objectification and breeding/impregnation. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Scrambling in the dark for a toolbox. I cringe harshly at the distant sounds of an angry, revving chainsaw combined with the gurgling screams of my friends. I hasten up my search for a lock-pick. Wincing as I make a lot of noise. “Yes!” I exclaimed, finding two lock-picks. “I still have a chance. Now, to get out of this rotten slaughterhouse.” I say determined with hope.

With this new feeling of hope, I quickly run to the end of the building, accidentally smacking into the hanging bones near the exit. “Fuck!” Desperate to escape I decided to keep going, reaching to a locked door. I unlocked it swiftly pushing the door to swing open, bolting down to the gated exit to make my escape.

“Shit!” The gate is being blocked by live electricity. “Damn, I gotta shut it off before someone arrives.” frustrated, I searching around for the power source. I find a yellow power cord leading to a car battery.

Walking towards the vehicle, I don’t take notice of a large figure coming up behind me.

All of a sudden, I’m slammed down hard into the car. I see a flash of white as I head-butt the vehicle. Falling to the ground in pain, a strong leg kicks harshly into my stomach. With the wind knocked out of me, I’m picked up and shoved flat on top of the hood of an another car. My wrists get clamped together behind me. A zip-tie going around them tight, leaving me immobile. “No one escapes me.” A gruff, deep voice whispered into my ear.

Back when I was searching for an exit. I was unaware of Johnny already in the building, watching me, relishing in my oblivious state. Getting ready to crush my hope.

Now as he ties up my wrists, he takes a closer look at my pretty face, smooth skin and thick thighs. He likes how I smell, the way my hair shines in the low light. He wolf-whistles pulling at my ripped mini dress showing off my smooth legs.“You’re just asking to be fucked aren’t ya? He says slyly. He’s feeling something more deeper then his bloodlust. More carnal, something he rarely gets to indulge on.

Disorientated and aching from the assaulted, I groan out and wiggle weakly against the man holding me down. He pulls me up again to turn me over, facing him. I realise my assailant is Johnny, the man that brought me and my friends into this hell. Staring at his handsome face, I still feel my attraction to him, even after his monstrosities.

“Pretty girls like you are very rare around here.” My anxiety spiked at his tone of voice. Watching the way his eyes look me over, focusing more on my face and chest. “Too pretty to be food” He says up close to my face smirking arms boxing me in. “To keep you alive darling, I need to put a baby in you.“

My eyes widen at his words. I sputter out words of disagreement but they fall on deaf ears. He pulls out his large knife from the back of his belt. Scared, I try to run, but he shoves my chest back flat against the hood of the car. Feet just touching the ground. My hands digging awkwardly into my back, the angle makes my chest push out.

Johnny uses it to his advantage and slices the middle of dress down so my breasts spill out. My hard nipples exposed to the cold air. His stare is intense. He slices my delicate skin going across the top of my breasts. Deep enough to let warm blood dribble over my nipples.

He looks into my worried gaze and smirks. He snaps his arms around my waist. Holding me still as he harshly sucks on my nipples giving each one the same treatment. He keeps eye contact with me. Trails his hot tongue from my left nipple upwards, grazing it across my bleeding cut to lick down to my right nipple, sucking it hard.

I feel his hard, heavy cock grinding against my clothed core. He groans as he cleans up my blood. “So sweet.” He whispers under his breath. I shut my eyes and roll my head back. I try to stay silent but soft pants escape me. My pussy throbs for some relief. He kisses his way up to my neck, leaving bite marks and bruises.

His right hand leaves my waist moves down to feel my wetness. “You cheeky whore”. He says in my ear with a deep chuckle. “You’re soaked.” He grabs his knife again and slices my panties off, nicking me in the process. Then dives down for a heated kiss using his fingers to rub my clit side to side. I close my eyes moaning into his mouth. He breaks his held away from my body. Places his left hand next my head to hold himself up while his right continues to play with my clit.

He sits up to look at my disheveled from with admiration; Arms restrained, chest heaving, eyes glossy and legs spread wide, grinding into his hand. He bites his bottom lip at the sight.

My moans grow louder from the stimulation. He replaces his fingers with a thumb that’s now rubbing my clit in tight circles. His two middle fingers instead slip inside me, fucking me, getting me closer. I almost cum right there on his hand. But he pulls away.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock sweetheart.” Johnny goes to tug on my right nipple with his teeth as he plays with my pussy again. “Johnny!” I cry out his name. Spreading my legs wider, hungry for an orgasm.

“Begging for my cock now huh? Don’t worry baby girl i’ma give it to ya’.” He pulls away to flip me over. Johnny pushes the rest of my dress up so my lower half is exposed. He pulls my hips back putting me in doggy style.

While Johnny manoeuvres my body. I hear bloody screams. Guilt strikes me, remembering my friends. Johnny shoves his feet in between mine to stop me from closing my legs. He grips my tied wrists with one hand while the other goes to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants drop. “Don’t stop now baby, we are just getting started.” My clit throbs as he pinches it. Heavily aroused and aching, I grind my pussy on his hard cock. Giving in, wanting Johnny to fuck me.

“Good girl”. He slaps my ass and slowly inch by inch he guides his fat cock inside me, stretching me out. “Yeah, take my cock” Johnny doesn’t move once he’s fully inside. Giving me time to adjust. “Fuck, sweetheart is my cock too big for you?” He teases, watching me struggle. He gives a small thrust i shove back wanting more. “Johnny!” I moan, clenching around his cock. Making him groan.

“I’m gonna be the last man to ever cum in your tight pussy.” He states right before pounding into me. Gripping my arms he pulls them back using them as leverage to fuck me harder. I watch him through the reflection of the car, he notices the reflection too. He pulls me back higher so he can watch my tits bounce. He grips my ass hard as he thrusts in and out of my drenched hole. “Im gonna make you ride my cock everyday!” He’s hitting deeper while he talks dirty. “Such a good fucking pussy.” I ignore the brutal sounds of my friends dying. More focused on the man behind me, driving his thick cock in my pussy.

Hitting so deep I let out high pitch whines with each thrust, I bite my lip and thrust my hips back into him. I’m getting closer to my release. Moaning out to not stop.

He grunts at my demand. “Awe baby, are you about to cum?” I struggle to coherent a response as he fucks harder. “I feel your pussy getting tighter sweetheart! Come on give it to me.” I gush over his cock, quivering. My orgasm brings Johnny closer to finishing. The tightness sends Johnny over the edge.

“Fuck!” His movements go sloppy. I let out a cry from the overstimulation as he fills me up to the brim with hot cum, not leaving until he’s empty. Slowly he removes his cock, it bounces back against his lower stomach glistening from mix juices. He watches his cum dribble out of me and slaps my ass one last time.

He places me back on the hood, my wrist starting to go slightly numb. He pulls up his jeans and buckles his belt. He takes one last look at my chest before he tries to give me some modesty by rearranging the cut in my dress.

“Ya know I’ve always wanted to be a dad, raise em’ just like how my momma raised me.” He looks me over placing his hand on my stomach. “If you do end up pregnant then you may live longer.” He smiles at me. I just look into his dark eyes. Unsure of what to say, how to think after such rough fucking. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket to light a smoke. “Come on, let’s go check out your dead friends.” He grabs my arm leading me back into that damn slaughterhouse.

[koishiro]

# - 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : afab!reader, denji being a simp, also obsessed with ur tits, cumming inside, unprotected sex

masterlist | chainsaw man masterlist

Denji wouldn’t exactly call himself a cat person per-se but after coming home from a stressful day to see you on the couch in nothing but his shirt that showcased the plump of your breasts yet hid the plush of your body — asking to be unwrapped and ravaged, well, he practically pounced on you.

He couldn’t stop himself from shoving his head underneath that damn shirt, using it as a veil of sorts — hiding the sins that would later follow. He could only imagine from an outsider’s point of view what he’d look like — a mass floating side to side as he rubbed his face back and forth on your stomach as if spreading his scent, claiming you as his.

Soon followed by him pawing at your tits, grabbing at anything he can while he dry humps you, chasing his high as he leaves mark after mark on your once clear skin.

Eventually he’d lift his head from your (his) shirt to gain more control, grabbing your hips in such a hold you know it’ll leave bruises. He’d lift the shirt just above your tits, watching them bounce with every thrust he made after slipping ever so teasingly into your warm and inviting hole.

He’d even let a few mewl’s slip as he watches his slick cock diving in and out of your pussy, only dying out after making his last claim on you - filling you up until you’re practically overflowing.

After using a finger to push his warm cum back where it belonged he’d slowly collapse on top of you, digging and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he peppered sweet kisses wherever he could reach.

He’d still never admit that he’s a cat person though.

—

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋: I just got off work so I have no idea if this makes as much sense as it did in my head…

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

[l4ndry-4-44]

Ethan Landry x fem reader

Warning: Smut, n!pple play, dark Ethan, sub!reader, reader of age

"Can you two stop arguing for fucks sake!?" Tara yelled, you and Ethan where arguing about which scary movie to watch, you wanted to watch 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' but he wanted to watch 'Stab 5'.

God did you hate Ethan. He was always fucking with you, or arguing with you over something small and stupid.

"It doesn't matter, we're watching 'My bloody Valentine' anyway" Tara scoffs and walks away. You and Ethan look at each other "I still think Texas chainsaw is better than the stab franchise" you tease. He rolls his eyes and goes to sit on the couch, leaving one spot left.

Next to him.

He definitely did this on purpose. God did you turn him on, especially when you were mad. That's why he likes pissing you off.

He wanted to make you change your mind about him and he knew the exact way to do it too. You sit at the only spot left, trying to space away from Ethan the most you can.

He didn't like that. He pulled you next to him by your waist. You looked up at him but he was looking at the movie acting like nothing happened.

He moves his hand from your waist to your thigh. Your pussy beings to ache for his touch, his veiny cold hands made you gush in your panties.

He feels his dick running out of room in his underwear. You grabbed a blanket and put it over you guys. He looked down at you and smirked. You move your hand to massage his aching cock over his pants. "I need you so bad" you whisper in his ear. You slowly pull your pants and panties down to your knee.

Ethan starts to rub your puffy clit. He brings his face to your ear, "that wet for me for me, i see?" he whispered, kissing behind your ear and down your neck. You jolt when he shoved two fingers inside you.

"You good?" chad asks

"Y-yea just got s-scared" you stuttered as ethan was going faster and fast, curling his fingers, hitting a bundle of nerves. You bit your lips hard not trying to scream, gripping onto ethan's forearm. Chad gave Ethan a thumbs up, he wasn't stupid. "Ima use the bathroom" Ethan says, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bathroom fast.

"Can you a good girl and be quiet baby?" he asks, dropping his pants. You nodded and took off all you clothes. He pulls you onto the counter and kisses you, roughly. He kisses your neck leaving dark red marks behind him. He gets your boobs, he grabs ones and licks around your puffy sensitive nipple. You gasp and grip onto his hair.

He swirls his tongue around your nipple, then he lightly sucks on it. He moves to the next one but this one he sucked on it so hard he made your pink puffy nipple turn purple. "Mm" you moan quietly.

He bites on it lightly, you whimper. He pushes you against the wall. Your wet nipples getting harder, touching the cold wall. He shoves your soaked panties in you mouth, stretching you with his big thick cock.

"Mhm" you moaned but what sounded muffled. he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled onto to. "You like this don't you? Being fucked like i hate your guts?" he grunts while thrusting into you harder and harder, not giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Tears spilling down your face from pain and pleasure.

He grips your hips, thrusting deeper. He been waiting to fuck you hard for ages, but you guys were to busy arguing to realize the sexual tension between you. But there have been some times where you guys new you had lust for each other. Holding in your moans and listening to him grunt made you come to your climax. The knot in your stomach had become tighter and you were close.

Ethan felt your walls tighten around his 12inch cock that was somehow all inside you. "Mm fuck" he moaned quietly while throwing his head back. You were so so close to cumming. "Hey can you hurry up Lee? i need to pee." tara says thinking it just you in there. "Uh-uhm yea give me a minute."

You and Ethan sighed and got dressed. "Don't worry next time, you can cum all over my cock." he says kissing your forehead and walking out quietly. you walked out and sat next to tara this time, smiling at Ethan before sitting.

[cypressnmarigolds]

it’s achi!! here for my meryl meow bet but i’m too much of a coward to send this connected to my main.

nsfw meryl x reader hcs…. maybe reader getting her to squirt for the first time…. SORRY SORRY DEMONS GETTING OUT OF HAND

Oh, gosh I'm sorry this took so long. I could NOT gather my thoughts with ANY efficiency ,horny brain you understand , BUT I think I got some good ones for ya! And don't you worry, those demons are right where they're supposed to be. 😉 Enjoy~!

PS, I took some inspo from your headcanons Achi!

Contains: The obvious. Use of toys. gn! reader.

First Time Getting Her To... (Meryl Squirting HCs)

Her clit is very sensitive, so it's a bit of a gamble getting any toys for it specifically.

Meryl's an independent woman from the city, of course she has toys and of course she has them with her while traveling. Hidden away well of course.

You both have lots of fun using them with each other, and you had recently added to it on a whim. You'd gotten a clit sucker, which was a pretty penny for something that might be too intense, but c'mon. How could you not want to see her squirm and shiver?

How could you resist the possibility of getting her to squeal and cry loud enough to almost wake Roberto through a wall and his chainsaw snoring?

She's a little apprehensive at first. You assure her that if it's too much on her clit, you could always find other ways to put it to use.

You won her over when you showed her the design of the little suction cup that would hold her clit. It was fairly deep and wide, enough to avoid direct contact. The suction was created by the back wall of the suction cup being moved back and forth, so when the ring sealed around her, it would suck as it vibrated. The salesperson said it offered powerful sensation for relying on indirect contact.

It'd been while since you'd had some alone time together, so you got straight to it.

There she was, spread out on the bed, hands clutching the pillow beside her head. You'd been working her up for a bit how. Plunging her thick g spot vibe into her tight cunt while you gently brushed fingers around her clit, never touching it and occasionally blowing on it. When the sounds of the toy in her grew sloppy and slick, you asked her if she was ready.

At this point she was so worked up she was ready to beg for you to make her come. You grabbed the toy and switched it on to it's lowest setting. Before you began, you switched out the vibrator for three of your fingers, you just had to feel her twitch around you.

When you placed the suction head around her clit, she tensed up for a second with a gasp, before it was like a switch was flipped and she relaxed back into the bed, eyes going unfocused with a soft "Oh..."

"How you feeling sweetie?" The walls of her pussy were clenching, sucking gently at your fingers as you began to stretch her wider, she loved a good stretch.

"Good" She sighed, "so-oh! So good." Her hips wiggled a bit and her breathing was increasing steadily, interrupted by the occasional gasp or moan.

You decided to up the speed, and crooked your fingers into her favorite spot as you began thrusting them. The killer blow was when you slowly began to swirl the toy around her clit, never letting it make more than the slightest kiss to the sides of it.

Her hips jack-knifed off the bed, and her head shot back with a cry, hand quickly coming to slap over her mouth. "Good?" She could only nod frantically as she began to move her hips to meet the strokes and shifts of the toy and your fingers.

In less than a minute, her gasping breaths through her nose became sucking inhales. Her moans turned into high pitched whines and her cunt was clenching on your fingers like it wanted to swallow them. She grabbed the pillow beside her and shoved it over her face, and you knew this was going to be a big one.

With a high pitched squeal into the pillow, Meryl squirted.

Her pussy was clamped over your fingers and sucking while spurts of slippery release shot out with each contraction.

Your eyes were drawn to the weak little thrusts of her hips through it. It was a long one, it looked and sounded so intense.

Drool was about to start dripping from your gaping mouth when she reached the end of her orgasm. Hips jerking away from the onslaught of pressure as her hand blindly reached to grab your wrist and shove it away.

When she finally pulled the pillow away, she looked wrecked. Face flushed red, panting, and trying to meet your eyes through the haze in her head.

You immediately cupped her cheek in one hand as you kissed her forehead and let out a soft laugh. "Good Job!"

[rosyronkey]

down. BAD.

WESTLEY.

THAT IS A FUCKING CHAINSAW.

SHOVE IT UP MY FUCKING PUSSY

[standing-restart]

The gifset of Val you just reblogged makes me want to shove him between my legs and control him with my hands in his curly hair and make him *gunshots ringing* while i *dolphin noises* and then after i *bird scream* i wanna pull him up to make out with me while i *chainsaw noises* so hard he whites out and *jackhammer sounds*

-☕️

You know what bestie, this might be the most relatable message I've ever received on this blog.

When I say I want him to spit in my mouth, I mean it. I want him to eat me out until I see stars. I want to suck on his cock until I can still feel it when I swallow the day after. Having his handprint on my ass cheek is no longer a want, it's a physical need at this point.

Especially now that he's growing his hair out a bit? Excuse me good sir, but you know what they say about men with a full head of hair and a strong hairline - they eat pussy.

I need him to rearrange my guts. I crave him to bend me over and backwards so often that I can do nothing but lay in the starfish position because I'm mentally rebooting.

In short. I crave that man. I'm mewling like a cat in heat for that man.

[vendettamuses]

@maximuses SAID: “ do you ever hear yourself? ”  -> From Smasher to Johnny... because I thrive for the chaos between them :]

⚔️ Question Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️

"’Course I can’t. How could anybody hear themselves over the sound of your fatass lagging his white-knight corpo-cocksucking shit around. Like pushin’ a chainsaw through my fuckin’ ears. You’d think after that violet joytoy shoved ya around you woulda kept a few of those pounds she took off ya off, but no. You put them right back on, didn’t ya?” Johnny’s grinning way too wide at that. He’s goading Adam into doing something. It’s plain as day. But that’s what Johnny does.

He thrives off of negativity and conflict. Especially if he’s the one instigating it.

“Took a bit of sloppy pussy to get you to slim down finally. Was it worth it?” He sneered from behind his cigarette. “You threw away your chrome, your cushy lapdog position, and everything you claimed to stand for just to go chasing after that broad. Now look at where you’re at. Just another mangy streetdog scraping by on the pavement like the rest of us. Wake up and smell the roadkill, ‘street samurai.’ You’re no different than the rest of us meatbags now.”

The rockerboy let out a bark of laughter, tossing his head back and slapping his chrome palm against his knee. As it died down, he leaned forward, that cheeky grin practically cutting his face in half. “Just one last thing: what was that about ending me, your ‘borged son of a bitch?”

[scarofthewind]

Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt: 

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life. 

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking. 

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed. 

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently. 

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair: 

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk. 

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him. 

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt. 

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear. 

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers: 

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss. 

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover. 

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs. 

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were. 

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock. 

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed. 

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you. 

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees: 

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover. 

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls. 

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his. 

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front. 

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did. 

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted. 

[sapphicwhxre]

from the fluff prompts 1, 30, 38 and 42 with draco please? Xx thank u

movie night

♡ 1: “you look better in my clothes than i do.”

♡ 30: “you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

♡ 38: “hey, only i can call them that!”

♡ 42: “i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

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draco rolled his eyes at his two best friends, blaise zabini and pansy parkinson. they were bickering yet again. “if we’re going to watch some stupid muggle movies, then i get to choose which one!”

“if y/n wants to watch scary movies, then you’re all going to suck it up and deal with it,” draco snapped. “anything she likes is far from stupid.”

“i wouldn’t say that so certainly,” draco turned to see you standing in your bedroom doorway, wearing a thin pair of black pajama shorts and his quidditch jersey. “i like you and you’re pretty fucking stupid.”

“you weren't supposed to hear that,” he huffed over blaise and pansy’s snickers, “but that’s besides the point,” you cocked an eyebrow at your boyfriend and crossed your arms. “and what’s the ‘point’ here, malfoy?”

“that you look better in my clothes than i do,” draco’s eyes raked your figure, wondering how someone could look so good in something so simple. blaise smirked while pansy gagged playfully before tugging your arm to your bed. “eye snog each other on your own time, now back me up!” you followed giggling, so busy eyeing you with adoration, draco didn’t even hear blaise’s accurate words. “hell, mate, you’re whipped.”

“we picked one!” pansy called out, waving the boys over. the two of them looked at the dvd as if the object was wary ─ which it was to them. your manicured hands were eagerly holding up a dvd with a rather large knife on the front, an oddly menacing drawn pumpkin, and the large orange words: HALLOWEEN. “it’s a classic,” you explained and draco almost objected. . . but then he spotted the one you hadn’t chosen, TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE. your boyfriend didn’t want to find out what a chainsaw was or what it looked like in a massacre so he nodded and plopped next to you, innocently resting a hand on your thigh.

his milk white fingers stroked at you, painting loving doodles on your skin while you intently watched the tiny box the movie was playing on ─ a telly, you’d called it. begrudgingly, draco too started to pay attention to the movie and he regretted it instantly.

why would anyone want to watch this? not only was the protagonist an oblivious moron who was sure to be murdered soon but the killer in the mask gave him an uneasy feeling. the man popped onto the screen again and draco jumped and squeezed your thigh without thinking. his eyes flickered up to your smirk and stifled giggles. “scared, love?” you whispered. scoffing with an exaggerated expression, he denied your accusation.

“i squeezed you for comfort, but next time i’ll just let you drown in your own fear,” tears of laughter almost pricked your eyes at how unbelievably prideful your boyfriend was. “you do that.”

the second time draco jumped, he spilled popped corn all over the bedsheets and even gotten some in pansy’s bun. “pussy,” you coughed playfully, earning a scowl from draco. “what’s going on?” blaise yawned, apparently having fallen asleep during the movie ─ to draco’s horrific puzzlement.

“oh nothing, draco’s just being a pussy,” pansy snickered through a mouthful of movie snacks. “hey, only i can call him that!” you shoved and sent a shrieking pansy off the bed. the sugar high girl cursed you as she got up from the attack. “uncalled for. now can i press plant?” pansy huffed.

“play, pans,” you corrected with a sharp laugh. “and yes.” a nudge from draco turned your attention to his nervous state. “i’m not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand.” he offered, absolutely failing at the subtlety he’d hoped to maintain.

you pushed hair out of his face and beamed, shaking your head. “i’ll take you up on that, i’m terrified,” you bubbled quietly and draco shrugged carelessly. “just being a good boyfriend. now let me watch the film.” not a second later, he jumped and turned his knuckles red with his grasp.

“you’re such a little bitch,” you sighed and then added for good measure, “but i love you.” his eyes rolled and you were sure you’d pay for saying that later, but he whispered back with a kiss to the cheek. “i love you too.”

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[irrelevantwriter]

Acts of Service

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, Daddy kink, mentions of bodily fluids, oral sex (female and male receiving), titty fucking (is there a nicer term?), vaginal fingering, Negan and his big dick energy

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Part 2. We continue on our quest through all that foreplay has to offer with some enthusiastic acts of service.

A/N: Soooooooo, I felt like adding another part to The Art of Foreplay. If you haven’t read it, you definitely don’t have to but also you should could. I’m really into the idea of exploring foreplay with Negan and a wife who’s insistent on not sleeping with him. It’s kinda refreshing to not write the actual act of sex and I’m having a lot of fun thinking of all the ways I can expand on this. I hope you guys are down with it and like it. If so, maybe I’ll add more parts in the future. And I definitely have to give a shout out and thank you to @negans-lucille-tblr​ bc without her foreplay challenge, this idea would not exist so thanks girl! Feedback is that good shit. Enjoy and share with your friends!

A/N dos: Also, latex/patent lingerie is a thing. I got some interesting results when I googled it. Lots of latex suits lol. 

*Check out part one: The Art of Foreplay 

*Check out part three: Pillow Talk

*Foreplay series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“You rang?”

You announced yourself as you entered Negan’s quarters without knocking. He was expecting you, though his summons had come nearly an hour earlier. You knew he’d be displeased with your tardiness, but you had good reason…at least you thought you did.

“Fucking finally…”

Your eyes found him seated on his couch, his body the picture of relaxation. He was holding a glass tumbler filled with an amber liquid, his long arms stretched along the back of the couch. His leather jacket was discarded near him, the stretch of his white t-shirt showcasing the broadness of his chest and shoulders. His hair was slicked back, his tongue licking his lips as he eyed you. There was a mix of disapproval and lust reflecting in the orbs, the intensity of it making you shiver.

He looked dangerous. He looked like all the things your parents had warned you about. He was a fire burning out of control. A tornado destroying everything in its wake. A tsunami flattening the earth. He was a natural disaster. A whirlwind of disorder and menace.

And you were jumping headfirst into the chaos.

“What the fuck took you so long?” He asked with an obvious annoyed tone. His eyes traced your form as you stepped closer, the appreciation of your feminine form still present despite his irritation. The black dress your wore accentuated your curves, inviting him to visually consume you. He didn’t disappoint.

“I was getting ready for you, my dear husband.” You responded with a coquettish smile, coming to a halt between his widely spread thighs. You fluttered your made-up eyes down at him, licked at your painted lips as his expression started to soften. A grin began to split his lips, the whites of his teeth a stark contrast to the golden shade of his skin.

Negan chuckled, bringing the glass still clasped in his hand to his lips. You watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. His gaze never wavered from you, watching you watching him. It made you feel exposed.

“Finally gonna let me fuck that pussy out of commission?” He taunted, the roughness of his voice settling like hot lava between your thighs.

“Not yet.” You replied with a shake of your head, your feet unconsciously shifting you closer to his body.

He caught the movement, a smirk breaking out onto his face. He leant forward slightly as his free hand glided up your exposed leg and thigh, stopping at the hem of your dress. His fingers gripped the flesh, edging upwards under the fabric. His touch felt like an electric shock, his hand instantly searing your skin. You didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to deny him. The temptation of giving yourself completely to such a man no longer felt reckless. Instead, it felt instinctual; as if your need for him was now embedded into your DNA.

“But,” You started, voice regaining its composure as he continued to trail his fingers under your dress. “I do have a surprise for you.”

His eyes danced with amusement, his devilish tongue sliding along his lips. “I do love surprises.”

You turned your back to him, forcing his hand to separate from your thigh. You glanced at him from over your shoulder, gesturing to the long silver zipper that held the fabric of your dress together.

“Help me out?”

“Fucking gladly, doll.” He said with all the boyish glee of a kid on Christmas morning. He shifted forward and began to release the metal teeth, revealing your back and the undergarments you wore.

Once he was done, you turned back around to face him, the dress now dangling precariously off your body. You pulled your arms out of the sleeves, maintaining eye contact with Negan as you did. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as the material caught on your hips before you shimmied and let the fabric fall in a heap at your feet. You kicked it away, your arms slightly outstretched to keep your balance on the heels you wore.

“Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw…” Negan rasped, his body once again sunken into the cushions of the couch. The position allowed him to take you in all at once, to admire his gift in all its glory.

You forced yourself to stay still as his eyes burned over every inch of your body, the rapid breaths of his chest giving him away. You were half-naked, your breasts encased by a black latex bralette while your lower half was barely concealed by a matching pair of latex panties. The set was one you’d found hidden among the scraps of lace and silk Negan had brought back for the wives. The glint of the shiny fabric had immediately caught your eye and you’d snatched it before anyone could notice. The outfit obviously belonged amongst a selection of whips and chains, the insinuation clear. You weren’t necessarily looking to dominate your husband, but you were interested in being different…special. You wanted to stand out from the others. You wanted to capture Negan’s attention and hold it. And so far you’d been successful.

“What do you think?” You purred, aware that the question wasn’t needed. The shift in Negan’s hips was the answer.

He licked his lips again, rubbing at the shadowing of hair that covered his jaw. The strands were peppered with hints of grey, matching the hair at his temples. It was one of your favorite features. He wore the proof of age well, the fines lines and grey hairs a testament to the life he’d lived. And with that came experience. Experience that he loved to showcase for you.

“My dick is hard enough to crack skulls.”

His words made your body tingle, your heartbeat now centered within your throbbing pussy. Negan had that ability. He could get you to the very edge with just his words. Any filthy thing that crossed his mind, he said it. It was refreshing and overwhelmingly effective.

“I thought you might like it.” You said as you let your hands cradle your heaving breasts. They were pushed high up on your chest by the restricting latex, creating the best cleavage you’d ever had. Predictably, Negan’s hungry gaze followed.

“The shit looks painted on your fucking body. How the fuck you get that shit on?” He asked in awe, his hand reaching out to run along the smooth fabric that shielded your pussy.

You jerked at the feeling of his fingers barely grazing your lips. Even though the sensation was muted by the material between you, it still carried the weight of desire.

“Took forever. Hence my late arrival.” You whispered as he continued to dance his fingers along your body, the calloused digits forcing goosebumps to rise on your flesh. You gripped his shoulders as he straightened, his glass now abandoned on the couch cushion next to him. His mouth hovered over your stomach, his hot breaths panting in an erratic pattern. You could feel the ghosting of his lips as they painted your skin with kisses, his hands freely roaming your ass.

“You are one good fucking girl, aren’t you baby?” He questioned against your stomach, eyes centered up and on you.

Your thighs twitched and clasped together, effectively cutting off his wandering touch. Your nipples pebbled against the bralette, your back arching imperceptibly towards the air. Your walls flooded at his praise, overcome with his approval of you. It was enough to make you pull away and shove gently at his chest.

“There’s more…” You said with a mischievous smile, your hand forcing him to lean back against the sofa. He went willingly, too intrigued by your words to fight you for control. You sank to your knees and you swore his smile grew ten times wider. His thighs parted to make room for you as you took every opportunity to rub your body against him.

“Fucking hell...You are a fucking vision on your knees for me.” He admired, a wayward hand rubbing at his now very hard cock through his pants.

You said nothing in response, but you felt it. Watching him palm himself made a whimper leave your lips, your chest inching closer to his crotch to seek out any form of friction you could get. He noticed your actions and laughed, his hand continuing to ease the ache of his cock.

“Those titties need me, doll?”

You nodded, unable to form words.

“Pull me out.” He instructed, his hand finally leaving his body to allow you to take over. You shifted forward, hands instantly going to his belt. You undid the button on his dark trousers, pulling the material down his hips with his underwear. You moved the clothing just enough so that his swollen cock was free. His flesh was warm and solid in your hands, the sight inducing a Pavlovian response within you. Your mouth salivated, your pussy thrummed as you bent forward and licked him from base to tip. A low groan filled the room as you did, the sound only fueling your lust.

You allowed your mouth to fill with saliva and suctioned the head of his cock lightly, coating him for your consumption. You let your mouth do most of the work for now, your hand holding him steady. You attacked his flesh like a rapid melting popsicle on a hot summer day. You were determined to savor every drop of him.

“Spit.” He commanded suddenly. You met his eyes as you conjured up enough liquid and did as he said, covering him. “Fuck.” He cursed, fingers dancing along your scalp. You could feel his restraint as he struggled not to choke you down onto him, letting you set your pace.

With the added lubrication, you were able to move easier and you used it to your advantage. Your mouth moved along his length, allowing him to hit the back of your throat and sit there. Mumbled curses and growls spurred you on as your hand began working in tandem with your mouth. You threw all caution to the wind, uncaring of how disheveled you might look with saliva coating your chin and mascara running down your cheeks. Your only concern was getting your husband off.

You remained unmoving as Negan’s hips began to thrust. He was gentle at first, barely moving, but now he assaulted your throat with a vengeance, his hand no longer practicing self-control. He kept you locked to him, your nose brushing against the hair that trailed from just below his navel. Tears erupted from your eyes as you struggled to breathe, but you didn’t pull away. You let him fuck your throat, let him desecrate your mouth in the way you knew he wanted to do to your pussy. The thought sent a new wave of arousal that settled in your panties.

“Goddamn, doll…” He groaned as he finally released your head and allowed you to take in air.

You swallowed away the spittle and sting of pain he’d left in his wake, though a line of saliva still kept you momentarily connected to him. You took in his spit soaked cock, the head an angry shade of red. The tip was dotted with a clear liquid, the saltiness lingering on your tongue. His hand was back to stroking himself, the flesh sliding easily against each other.

“You almost made me fucking cum.” He exclaimed with heavy breaths as he squeezed the base of his cock, his pupils blown out and masking his colorful irises.

You wiped at your chin and moved your hips against nothing, your desperation magnifying. You wanted so badly to cum, the persistent throbbing of your pussy a constant reminder. But you were far from done with Negan.

You wordlessly grasped his cock, shooing his own hand away. He watched in rapt fascination as you pulled the lower edge of the latex covering your breasts away from your body. With your free hand you slipped Negan’s cock easily beneath the hem and sheathed him right between your breasts. He was trapped between your flesh and the constricting fabric, but he obviously was in no hurry to remove himself.

“You gonna let me fuck those titties, baby?”

His voice was low and wanting, his excitement palpable. You met his gaze and nodded as you began to move your upper body. The extra lubrication aided your movements as you pushed your breasts together, squeezing his cock in a way that had him throwing his head back.

“Shit, that feels fucking amazing.” He groaned, his abdomen tensing with each stroke.

You moved slowly at first, finding a steady rhythm. His hips moved with you, sliding his cock between your breasts like he was sliding between your legs. You watched him, mesmerized by the way his pleasure held him prisoner. A man as powerful as Negan was rarely seen as vulnerable, yet you had the benefit of seeing him so undone, and it did more for you than you’d ever thought possible.

“Cum for me, Daddy…” You softly demanded. His wild eyes met yours and you took advantage, spitting on his cock again. You felt him twitch against your chest, the action having the desired effect.

“Fucking fuck. Can I cum on your titties?” He asked, the exertion clear in his voice.

“You can cum anywhere you want.” You said, a tender lilt coating your words. Your body never broke stride, continuing to take his cock while your hands held your breasts together. Precum was leaking from his tip, lubricating your movements as you increased your pace.

“Show me those gorgeous tits, baby…lemme see ‘em.” Negan grunted, the veins in his neck bulging with effort.  

You obeyed, pulling your arms from the straps and pushing the materiel down your torso so that it no longer wrapped around your breasts. You removed him from beneath the band of the bra, his flesh now freely bouncing over yours. You took a minute to tease him, letting the head of his cock rub sensuously at your nipples. Your body hummed with satisfaction at the way his jaw clenched and his knuckles gripped at the sofa beneath him. He was breathing through his nose, the rhythm almost sounding angry if not for the simple fact that his cock was wedged between your tits.

He was getting close. You could feel him tense, practically hear his teeth cracking with how hard he was biting down. You sped up your movements, your breasts bouncing against his cock in tight strokes. You played with your nipples as he stared down at you, danger of a different kind completely clouding his gaze.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

You doubled your efforts and was immediately rewarded for it. Warm ropes of cum coated your chest and neck, the liquid landing with a heaviness that made your pussy clamp around itself. Negan grunted and groaned above you, head thrown back and hips stuttering as he released. You continued to move, milking him for all he was worth. His cock spasmed as his body tensed with orgasmic relief. His skin turned flush as a fine sheen of sweat broke out onto the surface. You slowed your touch when he hissed against the oversensitivity, his cock now going soft.

“Jesus fucking Christ, doll. Were you trying to fuck the life outta me?” He joked, his words interrupted by heavy panting.

You flashed a self-satisfied smirk while gently stroking his now flaccid cock. You felt his cum trailing down your chest in thick rivulets. You were still unsatisfied and brimming with need. Urged on by Negan’s heavy-lidded gaze, you grasped your breasts in your hands, rubbing his cum into your skin. He grunted in approval, the edge of his tongue peeking from the confines of his mouth.

“You need Daddy, don’t you baby?”

His voice washed over you like molasses, the sensual roughness of it only adding to the blaze burning inside of you. A strand of hair broke free from the rest as it rested against his forehead. That predatory stare was back in his eyes as he regarded your yearning for him. You moaned in response, a call to your lover.

He answered.

“Stand up.”

You climbed onto shaky feet, using his legs as support. You waited and watched as he slipped himself back into his pants, leaving the buttons undone. He scooted to the edge of the couch, his face now even with the place that ached the most. His hands wasted no time as they gripped the edge of your panties and pulled. The material made it difficult to do so, but Negan’s strength was no match for yours and he was able to relieve you of the latex far quicker than you’d been able to dress in them. You went to step out of your heels, but he gave a firm shake of his head, silently expressing not to.

“On the bed. Face down and pussy skyward.” He ordered gruffly, gesturing to the majestic piece of furniture he referred to as his bed. The mattress was settled high onto a wooden frame, grey and black sheets covering the soft pillow beneath.

You did as he said, crawling onto the bed and arching your back so that your face was pressed against the Egyptian cotton sheets. The mess on your chest transferred to the fabric beneath you and you delighted in the small fact that you were staining his pristine bed. You listened closely, knowing better than to look over your shoulder. His footsteps were muted against the rug, but you could feel his presence at your back. You were perched near the edge of the bed, easily accessible for what you knew was about to come next.

“This pussy really needs a Daddy’s touch, baby…” He breathed against your soaked sex, his fingers tracing the outer edges of your lips. “You sure you don’t want my cock instead?”

You angled your hips closer to him, begging for a reprieve after being so good to him. You were just about to plead for mercy when his tongue assaulted your pussy with one long swipe. You tried not to flinch away from the onslaught of pleasure, clutching the bedding beneath you with a grip that mirrored Negan’s only moments before.

“Shit,” You moaned as his hands gripped your ass, positioning you perfectly on his waiting mouth. He spread you so that you were on display and accessible, his hot breath tickling your thighs.

“You didn’t answer my question, doll.”

You struggled to remember what he’d asked, his tongue slowly torturing you by tracing your swollen lips but never penetrating beyond that point. You whimpered, trying to shift yourself closer to his warmth.

“Please, Negan…” You unabashedly begged, ready to be put out of your misery.

“Wrong.”

A fierce slap reverberated from your pussy, forcing a yelp from your parted lips. You jerked away but heavy hands kept you in place.

“Daddy!” You amended, hoping he was in a forgiving mood.

A gentle touch rubbed at your opening, easing the sting that had settled between your thighs. The strike had hurt more so than usual because of the moisture that coated your flesh. Your tensed muscles eased some as he lazily teased your clit, a long finger barely entering you.

“That’s better. Relax for Daddy and lemme take care of you.” He soothed.

You submitted and eased the hold your fists had on the blankets. You felt him drag you closer, opening you up for his attack. You waited with baited breath until his tongue pierced you. You gasped as he devoured you from behind, his finger still rubbing at your clit. His entire mouth encased you, his tongue dragging along your soaked walls. You struggled to stay put as he tasted every inch of you, his tongue useful for more than just witty quips and inappropriate humor.

“I’m close.” You moaned as he moved faster and harder, the tendrils of ecstasy beginning to pull you under. You didn’t need much. Pleasuring Negan like you did had set you on a face track for climax before he’d ever even touched you.

Your muscles burned with unreleased tension, your pussy struggling to clench down on Negan’s tongue. The sound of his lips sloppily drinking from your body filled the room as it threatened to send you over the edge.

“Cum for me. Cum for Daddy.”

Two fingers filled you unexpectedly, forcing your pussy to accommodate. You arched your back against the sensations, feeling the sweet burn begin to make its way up from the tips of your toes. Stars danced behind your tightly shut eyes as your entire body tremored against Negan’s rapidly moving fingers. Your walls squeezed around the appendages, flooding them with your release. You could vaguely hear the appreciative curses from your husband as your body succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure it’d been victim to.

“Oh, god…” You moaned as your high began to settle. The lustful fog was still thick, but you began to come back into your body, your exhaustion now taking over. Your face was still pressed against the bed, your lower half still sitting high. Negan’s hands were caressing your ass, his fingers trailing in the slickness that now coated your thighs.

“I cannot wait to have this tight cunt wrapped around me.” He emphasized his statement with a palm to your thoroughly ravaged pussy, his hand rubbing through your folds with lazy strokes.

You pulled away, too sensitive to have him touching you with such force. “Don’t.” You whimpered.

He released you, but your reprieve was short-lived. He turned you onto your back, your lethargic body unable to fight against his. Your legs were kept spread by his body between them, the grin on his lips almost wide enough to split his face. He appraised your supple form, taking note of the drying tracks of him still marring your chest. His hands grasped your breasts, touching with careful precision. You could feel him watching your face, waiting for you to push him away. But you didn’t.

“You’re gorgeous.” He admitted, new flames of desire roaring to life in his eyes.

“And you’re full of shit.” You teased, your legs trapping his fully clothed body against your nude one.

“I never lie about post-coitus glows, doll.” Negan said with a wink, a finger tracing your nipple.

You outwardly laughed at his words, choosing to ignore the spark his touch induced. “Good to know.”

He eyed you for a long moment, long enough to make you feel self-conscious. You would’ve thought he was trying to read your thoughts, but the smirk he wore said something else. There was a reverence to his gaze, as if he was in astonishment of your existence. That’s what you needed from him. You were more than one amongst five in a harem. Negan was starting to see that too.

“Give Daddy some sugar.” He ordered with a finger tapping his bearded lips.

You let out a girlish giggle, but took the hand he offered so that you could sit upright. You met him in a kiss, the action far from gentle and fueled by passion. Tongues tasted the other, teeth clashed as your lips moved in sync with the other. Your hands ran through his hair while his settled at your hips, running the length of your back.

You both pulled away when air became an issue, the look of satiation surely reflecting in both of your faces. Negan ran a thumb under your eye, no doubt attempting to clean the smeared mascara that had settled there.

“You know, for not getting pounded by my dick, you sure fucking look like you did.” Negan teased with a chuckle as he cradled your face in his hands.

“Gee, thanks.” You retorted flatly, aware that his words were very true. You were sure you looked a complete mess…a gorgeous mess in Negan’s eyes.  

“Let’s get you cleaned up, doll.”

He helped you off the bed, leading you to his bathroom. You ditched your heels as you walked with him, aware that the longer you did this with him, the harder it was going to be to deny him each time. More time spent with Negan meant more time for temptation that you were positive you wanted. You’d been ready to sleep with him, but having him consume you in every other way but fucking you made it all the more sweeter. And soon enough you knew you’d break.

It was only a matter of time.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Meant To Be: Part 5

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use.

Word Count: 4,072

A/N: Y’all can thank @wings-of-a-raven for this one….

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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“So… you’re just going back, then.”

“Damn it.” You groaned as you shoved the last of your clothes back in a box to ship them back to Los Angeles. “She called in the cavalry.” You glanced over at Colson, who was standing in the nursery that could strangely only be accessed through your room, before looking back to the door where your father was leaning against the door frame.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, (Y/N)?” He asked. “Going back to him?”

“Excuse me?” You asked as you turned completely toward him. “Do I think it’s a good idea to go to LA to live with the father of my child? Is that what you’re asking me right now?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m asking you.” He said with a slow nod. “He wasn’t there for you, (Y/N). What makes you think he’s going to be there now?”

“Think the better question here would be where were you?” Colson asked softly as he carried a box full of toys out of the nursery to add to the stack that was temporarily destined for the small moving pod that was sitting in the driveway to be taken to his house the next day. “Because I left to save her and had I known about my son, that gap of time would’a been a lot shorter.” Your dad shut up relatively quickly since he hadn’t realized that your significant other was in the room as well, and Kels simply walked back into the nursery to finish packing.

“He’s got a point, you know.” You sighed as you grabbed another one of the rented plastic totes from the stack and set it on your bed to pack up the stack of laundry and photos off of your mom’s dresser (since yours was in a storage unit out in California.) “I love you, Dad but you turned your back on me when I got fucked up at your wedding. Mom when I dropped out, and Junior and Tabby did when I moved. The only person I’ve had by my side in the last ten years is Colson.”

“And who’s choice was that, (Y/N)? Huh?” Ross asked, harshly. “I don’t think you get it yet. Your actions are the reason we aren’t there…”

“No, you are the reason!” Colson shouted as he came out of the room, which startled Gage in his baby swing, and made him start to cry. “You’re her fucking father! The man that should have been by her fucking side no matter what!”

“Babe.” You tried as you picked up Gage to soothe him.

“What kinda man just abandons his fucking kid when she fucks up?”

“Baby…”

“She needed you, old man!” He roared as he stepped toward your father and you quickly stepped between the two men and put your hand on his chest.

“Colson, look at me. Hey…” You gave him a firm push, which didn’t move him far, but it was enough to get his attention. He huffed and put one of his hands on yours on his chest as the other went to your hip to pull you back a step away from your dad.

“And this is the kinda man you want to be around? This violent thug?”

“Fuck you, dick!”

“Colson! Walk it off!” You growled as you moved your hand and grabbed his chin. You yanked hard, and guided his eyes to his own crying son. “Take him, please. We have a flight to catch and we have to get this shit out to the storage box before we go. And I can’t do that shit by myself if you’re making our son cry when he should be napping.”

“You’re right.” He said as he physically relaxed in the safety of the nursery. “You and your fucking Jedi mind shit.”

“Just take your son, please.” You sighed with a smirk. “I have to cover your slack now, too.”

“Jesus, bitch! Ain’t that fucking hard to be a mom.” He teased as he quickly stepped out of your reach.

“Fucker!” You barked as you kicked him hard in the butt cheek. “Get him back to sleep. I’m gunna carry this stack up.” You paused in the doorway and looked at your father with your eyebrow raised. “What? It surprises you that the tattooed, piece of shit thug is that passionate about me when my own family only cares when my son got involved?” You gave him a tight lipped smile and nodded your head as you picked up two boxes and stood in front of your dad until he moved. 

“He’s my family.” You said to him as you stoped by his side for a moment longer. “And I love him. So yes, I’m going with him to California, then I think somewhere overseas for his tour. Not sure. But I’ll be… we will be with him as a family. One that doesn’t turn their backs on loved ones no matter what.” With a slight bob of your head goodbye, you turned and headed toward the stairs to finally finish packing the POD so you could catch your flight.

——

You weren’t exactly sure how you forgot the insanity, but when Gage’s bedtime came and went, and the party was still raging down stairs, you quickly realized that raising a child in Colson’s house was going to be a very difficult challenge. You didn’t want to be ‘that bitch’ that came in and tried to change his lifestyle but the later it got and the more Gage cried, the more pissed off you were. You were at least glad that Kels had a small balcony off his master bedroom, which helped damper the sound, but even so, Gage would not fall asleep. Which is exactly why you found yourself, sitting on a slightly broken lounge chair, with your six month old laying on your chest, watching the Wiggles on the baby channel on your phone at three in the morning.

“Stupid fucking Wiggles.” You grumbled softly under your breath as your son laid peacefully, mesmerized by the bright colors on the screen. “Shit’s like a bad fuckin’ acid trip. Who the fuck though this was a good idea anyways? Should be fucking banned…” Your words were cut off by the deafening rumble of a chainsaw, which made you lurch to your feet.

“Oh no!” You shouted as you ran through the house with Gage once again screaming in your ear since either the sound, or your quick movement startled him. Your heart raced in your chest because you knew, at this late hour, there were enough drugs and alcohol involved in this situation to kill an elephant and that someone was gunna get seriously hurt with that chainsaw. 

“Colson!” You roared as you ripped open the front door and moved Gage to your hip. Your boyfriend whipped around to look at you with wide, panicked eyes as he let the chainsaw in his hand putter to a stop. You shook your head and hiked your son up a little bit more as words escaped you. ‘No’ was all you managed to say before you turned around and slammed the front door behind you. You started all over again with calming your son down as you headed back upstairs, and the front door opened a few moments before you slammed the bedroom door closed behind you.

“OK.” You soothed as you laid Gage down in your arms and started to bounce him gently to calm him down again. “I know, baby boy. Mommy’s not happy either.”

“Babe.” Colson said softly as he came into the room, which made you instantly round on him with rage in your eyes.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” You screamed as you continued to bounce. “A fucking chainsaw?! Colson, you are so fucking high, I don’t even think you could tell me what Gage’s middle name is…”

“Michael.” He interrupted, daringly as he closed the bedroom door.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” You screamed as you set Gage down in his rocker. “It’s three in the Goddamn morning and your son has been up here screaming for HOURS! So don’t you dare think you can get smart with me right now!”

“Yo, I’m…”

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it!” You countered over him as you stuck your finger in his face, angrily. “You are the one that wanted us here. You are the one that wanted to be a fucking father. So fucking act like a fucking father and let your Goddamn son go to fucking bed already! He’s exhausted from the time change, I’m exhausted from listening to him scream, and you’re downstairs snorting coke like it’s the fucking 80’s again. Get your fucking shit together, Kels.” You slammed your finger into his chest so hard, you heard your knuckle crack and he reached out and quickly grabbed your wrist before you could turn away.

“OK.” He said simply with a nod of his head, knowing that this was not the time to piss you off because you would swing on him. “My bad. I’ll wrap it up and come help get him to sleep. I’m sorry, baby girl.”

“You fucking better be.” You barked as you ripped your arm out of his grip and went back to pick up your son. “Goddamn chainsaw. It’s three in the fucking morning and you dumb mother fuckers are running a fucking chainsaw. Fucking idiots.” Kels watched you step back onto the patio with a shake of your head, and after a moment, he turned and quickly headed down stairs.

“Yo, parties over.” He called out as he turned down the music.

“The fuck?!”

“Dude, you just got back…”

“Yea, and I got a screamin’ son and a pissed off baby mama upstairs that need to get some sleep. So keep your shit down because I don’t feel like getting fucking stabbed tonight.”

“Dude.” Baze laughed as he poured himself another drink. “When’d you get fucking whipped?”

“When I had a fucking kid, dog.” Colson snapped as he grabbed two beers from the fridge in hopes that they would be a good start of a peace offering. “When I became a fucking parent. That’s when I got fucking whipped.” With a shake of his head, he grabbed some weed from the bag the counter and headed out of the kitchen to calm you down. “And keep the fucking music down!” He called out over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. He slipped into the room as silently as he could and cringed when he heard Gage still whimpering on the patio.

“Here, baby girl.” He tried as he set the beers and the bud down on the bed on his way outside. “Give him here. Go smoke…”

“Why do you do this to me, Colson?” You asked as you turned around toward him with tears in your eyes. “Huh? Why do you constantly make me the bad guy?”

“Babe, it’s not like that.” He sighed as he gently took Gage from your arms.

“But it is.” You sighed as you walked past him. “Because I know the crew enough to know they called you pussy whipped for wanting to get my son to bed at a reasonable hour. I know that being up here to do something other than getting laid right now is the last thing you want to be doing when there’s at least a half dozen half naked skanks downstairs. And I also know that every minute for the last seven hours, I wanted to be down there partying it up with friends I haven’t really seen in a year…”

“So why didn’t you?”

“What and let him just scream up here all by himself?” You snapped as you flopped down on the bed and cracked open one of the beers. “What kind of mother would that have made me? And don’t you dare say you could have stayed up here with him because we both know you would have lost your shit.” With a heavy sigh, Colson sat down on the bed beside you and moved Gage to lay on his chest comfortably.

“I’m trying, (Y/N).” He said as he looked over at you with a small shake of his head. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“And you think I do? Colson, I’m literally in the same boat as you here. But I can tell you this much for damn sure, we need to find a fucking medium because if night one of us being here was any fucking indication of what it’s gunna be like to live with you again, then I’m taking Gage and finding my own place again and we can figure out some kind of co-parenting shit.”

“No, please.” He said quickly as he sat up a little bit in fear. “Please, I just got you back…”

“Then fucking meet me in the middle here, Kels.” You interrupted as you gestured to the two of you with your finger. “Us as parents, and us as partiers. Because we can’t live on two different pages in the same house. I can’t be a mom and your booty call when you want it while you party it up with our friends. We’re gunna fucking resent each other for that shit real quick and it is gunna tear us apart.”

“And I swear baby girl, I will figure out how to do that ASAP. Just fucking bear with me, OK? I’ll get us there.”

“You better.” You sighed as you got up to grab his bowl from the entertainment center. “And no more Goddamn chainsaws, you hear me?”

“Don’t you wanna hear the idea…”

“No!” You interrupted as you grabbed the weed off the bed and stepped out onto the balcony. “Shit was probably stupid as fuck.”

“It really was.” He chuckled as he laid back down with Gage on his chest so he could sooth him to sleep. “But it was funny as fuck all the same.”

——

“Hey (Y/N).” Colson said as softly as he could as he kneeled on the bed beside you and ran his fingertips through your hair. You growled at him for waking you up just a few hours after you went to bed and pulled the blanket up over your head.

“Unless you or Gage is dying, you better get the fuck away from me, Colson or I will fucking stab you again.”

“No one is dying.” He chuckled as he very carefully pulled the blanket back. “But you, me, and Gage are gunna go to a hotel for a couple days. I have a surprise but it’s gunna keep you and him up for a couple days…”

“I fucking hate you.” You groaned as you opened your eyes to look up at him. “What’s the surprise?” 

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Come on. I already packed us up a bag, and fed and changed Gage. Just gotta get you dressed.”

“I’m dressed enough.” You sighed as you sat up and rubbed your hand down your face. You glanced down at the ‘Bloom’ shirt that showed most of your tattooed side thanks to the sleeves and most of the under arm holes being cut out, and nodded. “Fuck it, I’m in LA.”

“OK, you at least need pants.” He laughed as he handed you the pair of jeans he had grabbed from your suitcase. “And shoes.”

“Wait, you’re telling me you heated up a bottle all by yourself?” You asked incredulously as you pulled on your jeans and looked at your tired little boy in his crib from your storage unit in the corner.

“Without the microwave, too.” He said proudly as he held out your sunglasses. “Come on, it’s gunna get really loud in here real soon.” With a heavy sigh, you went over to pick up Gage as Colson grabbed your bag and the car seat. You headed out of the room and nearly tripped over Rook, who was coming out of his bedroom with a large pile of his clothes in his arms.

“Where are you going?”

“Keep walkin’, Uber’s waitin’.” Colson said behind you as JP continued down the hall in front of you. You sighed and did what you were told, too tired to care anymore. You were beyond grateful that he picked a hotel close by and had pulled some strings to get a quiet room, because by the time you got into said room, you had just enough time to pull off your jeans, and put Gage down on the bed beside you before you were back asleep. He let you sleep for the better part of the day before he gently woke you up by running his finger down the bridge of your nose.

“Hey sunshine.” He cooed with a smile. “If you sleep any more, you’re not gunna be able to sleep tonight.” You whined and rolled over on to your back, startling the slightest bit when Gage was laid down on your chest. His giggle made a smile pull at the corner of your lips and you opened your eyes to see his blue eyes staring back at you.

“Well hi there handsome.” You cooed as you put your hands on his back to keep him from rolling off you. “Did you have a fun day with Daddy?”

“We went down to the pool.” Colson said with a smile as he laid down against your side. “And we went swimming for a little bit. Then we went to the atrium and looked at all the plants… and we took some pictures for Mommy and let Mommy catch up on sleep because Daddy’s a fuck head.”

“Daddy is a fuck head.” You giggled as you tilted your head to the side a bit to look at Gage’s new hair style. “And giving out free mohawks?”

“Well I knew you would be pissed if I cut it and he was starting to look a little androgynous…”

“Ooo, big word.”

“Fuck you.” He grumbled as he reached up and fixed the ‘hawk. “So I made my son look bad ass.”

“I would have killed you if you cut his hair.” You said with a small nod as you looked over at him. “But I’m digging the mohawk.”

“It’s fucking bad ass.” He chuckled with a smile. “We’re gunna have to get special EST shit for him since 19 doesn’t work.”

“We both need new tattoos.” You said with a nod as you poked the 19XX tattoo on his collarbone that matched the one across your hip bone. “Fuck, now I want a new tattoo.”

“We should get matching tats for Gage.”

“What the fucking six we already have ain’t enough for you?”

“Bitch.” He groaned as he flicked you in the temple. “Keep that shit up and I’ll call the sitter back and you can order fucking pizza for dinner of some shit.”

“What sitter?” You snapped as you looked over at him with your eyebrow raised. “I’m not leaving him…”

“Relax.” He said as he propped his head up on his fist. “I called Ashleigh. She’s got a niece and she used to baby sit when she was younger all the fucking time. I trust her not to fuck up our kid.”

“Colson, that in no fucking way, shape, or form reassures me.”

“Oh fucking suck it up.” He laughed as he pushed himself up. “We’re going up the fucking block to dinner to get on the same fucking page about shit, OK? Now get your ass up, get into that smokin hot black dress that makes that ass look so fucking good, and let’s go fucking eat some fucking steak like a couple’a sexy carnivores.”

“I’m not going.” You said with a shake of your head as you held Gage to your chest a little tighter.

“Yes… you are.” Colson said, simply as he came over and picked up his son. “Hey, little man. You gunna stay with Ash tonight so Daddy can smooth talk Mommy into his pants again?”

“Richard Colson Baker!” You snapped as you got out of bed and whipped around to look at him. “No sexcapades talk to the baby!”

“Oh, Daddy’s getting lucky tonight.”

——

“Kels! Kels, over here!”

“(Y/N)! Are you finally going back to Penthouse?”

“Where’s your son?”

“Here, baby. Over here.” Colson said softly as he let go of your hand and put it on the small of your back. “Guys! Can you fuckin’ move and let her walk, please?!” You stuttered a bit and stopped walking when someone with a giant camera stopped at the curb in front of you.

“Guys, please?” You asked as you put your hand up in front of your face to shield your eyes from the camera flashes to look for the town car that was supposed to be picking you up.

“Yo, fucking move!” Kels roared as the camera people kept taking their photos and not giving a damn about either of your privacy as they fought to get one of the first photos of you and Colson out in public together. Your hand flew out to catch his fist before he swung on the man with the camera in your face.

“I won’t ask you again.” You growled evenly as you stepped around the photographer.

“Babe!” Colson shouted as he grabbed your arm and yanked you back on the sidewalk as the car came screeching to a stop where you had just been standing and only a few inches away from the man with the camera. You stumbled into his chest and the paparazzi actually stopped taking pictures for a moments. “Go, go.” Colson said quickly as he ran in front of you and ripped open the back door of the car. You sprinted on your toes in your heels and ducked around him into the car at the same moment the photographers started to take their photos again.

“Drive!” You said as Kels slammed the door behind himself. “Just drive!” You ducked your head below the seat and realized that you were actually panting to catch your breath as Colson whipped around and cupped your face in his hands.

“Holy fuck… are you OK? Jesus, come here.” You shook your head as he pulled you into his arms with a heavy sigh. “Fuck, that fucking car was right there.”

“I’m fine.” You sighed as you sat up and flipped your hair back. “Jesus, Colson. I said yes to dinner, not to being fucking mauled.”

“OK, are you at least fucking OK? Scared the fucking shit outta me.”

“How the fuck did they even know we were staying at a fucking hotel?”

“Because I was down in the fucking lobby with Gage.” Colson sighed as he leaned back against his seat. He gave the driver the address of the restaurant and huffed as he looked over at you with a smile. “At least you look hot.”

“You’re an asshole.” You laughed as you pulled your phone from your bag to check your hair and makeup. “Knew I should have stayed in bed with my son.”

“Wrong. You get to party it up with me instead starting right now. Yay!” You looked over at him and did a double take as he shook a small vial of coke between his fingers.

“Wait, you’re serious?” You hissed as you glanced up at your man.

“You quit breastfeeding just this week.” He said as he unscrewed the vial. “And I want my party girl back. Even if it is for one night.” You bit your cheeks to hide your smirk as he poured out a bump on his hand and held it out between the two of you. “Come on, baby. Fly with me.”

“You are a very, very bad influence.” You whispered as you carefully pulled his hand up a bit to snort the coke down. You shivered at the distantly familiar burn and sniffled as you sat up straight. “Bad influence, Colson. So, so bad.”

“How the fuck else did we get Gage?” He teased as he did a bump himself before pouring one more out for you. “Quick, we’re here.”

“Horrible.” You muttered as you did the last bump. “Fuck, that’s good shit.”

“Welcome home, baby girl.” Colson said as he slid the vial into the nice leather jacket he had on. “Welcome home.”

Part 6

[overcompensate]

home is just a room full of my safest sounds

It’s the third time this week that he’s found himself gripping the ceramic of the sink countertop in the bathroom/kitchen/laundry of Monmouth Manufacturing. It’s not morning yet and not really night anymore, and every breath he takes sends pain down his spine. Ronan Lynch is misshapen words and broken bones and anger meshed into a skin that doesn’t fit quite right.

Most days he fills the emptiness gaping in his chest with alcohol and pills and the squeal of rubber tires against asphalt. It’s the third time this week that he’s found himself retching into the toilet; the world outside him still, silent. Chainsaw pecks at the one of the metal bars of her cage and he can feel the sound ringing in his mind.

Third time this week, Gansey stands just outside the bathroom/ kitchen/ laundry, forever awake, forever standing one door away from Ronan, his hand the shape of a knock, his lips the shape of pity. Outside, Gansey leaves. Today, he will let Ronan fight his own demons. He will let Ronan drink himself to death if that’s what he wants to do. Inside, Ronan passes out on the floor.

***

Sixteen was the age that he went to too many parties. His mother was alive and worried. At sixteen he made out with girls he didn’t like and watched boys he liked from far away. At sixteen his mind was too loud and the lights in the room were too damn bright, and he had to get out, damn it.  

He ended up on the roof. It was cold and the wet air whipped at his face. Ronan thought he might kill himself that very day, jump off the roof and let himself be carried far off. At sixteen he felt that kind of itch often, it was always easier to leave before things got too hard.

The priest had dedicated last week’s sermon to afterlife, and Ronan thought about the devil in his backyard and felt himself slipping further from heaven. And then, because he was scared and his ears were ringing, Ronan pulled out his phone and called Gansey.

It was Adam who picked up.

Ronan felt cold slide down his spine.

“Ronan? There better be good reason to this.”

“I- fuck.” Ronan checked the caller’s ID. He had accidentally called trailer-boy. Ronan thought sand eyelashes and freckles. He thought wrists and bruises and greased overalls. The devil smiled, Ronan slipped more. “I’m at Kavinsky’s place.” Silence. Ronan felt himself jumping off the roof. “Please.”

Adam arrived soon after. He was out of breath. Blue-green spread out from below his right eye to his nose. Downstairs the party raged. Now that Adam stood this close, Ronan felt stupid for calling him.

“Why’d you call me?”

Ronan grinned, wild. “Why’d you come?” The air whipped, wilder. Neither of them spoke. Adam shifted his weight from one foot to another, uncomfortable. That had shut him up.

It was Ronan who spoke next. “How long are you gonna let him do that?”

Adam’s fingers went to the bruise staining his face, Ronan watching closely. “However long it takes for me to graduate.”

“However long it takes for me to graduate.” He snickered. “However long it takes for him to kill you, more like.”

“If you called me here just to be a condescending brat, I’ll be on my way. I have work early.” Adam crossed his arms, a timid impersonation of anger.

Ronan leaned back at the railing. “Get your head out of your ass, trailer trash. If you must know, I called you here because I was contemplating jumping off. As in killing myself. As in not caring about your dickhead of a father and how you refuse to let yourself leave,” Ronan spits out. He said it more for the dramatics, because everything he says has to be one big ha-ha joke, a punch or a smirk. He says it before anyone can catch him caring, makes it a snide remark before it becomes serious.

Adam tensed and Ronan knew he had hit a nerve. Downstairs, the song changed to a slower one.

“Fuck you, Lynch,” Adam spat. He stormed past Ronan.

Ronan smiled wider.

***

“Lynch. Lynch. Ronan. Calm yourself, princess.”

The lights keep flashing. Blue. Red. Blue again. Fourth July can go fuck itself, Kavinsky was celebrating himself tonight.

Kavinsky with all the bravado of a drunk seventeen year old hit Ronan across the face. “You done being a fuckin’ pussy now?”

For about twenty seconds Ronan stared at his hands, which he noticed were shaking. Ronan shook his head. His cheek throbbed. “Not yet.” He brought his fist down on Kavinsky’s nose, smirked like he had done him a favor. “You can continue now,” he said, the picture of nonchalance, as if he hadn’t come stumbling and stuttering Joseph Kavinsky’s name like a prayer. His father’s brains painted the driveway to the Barns red. Ronan didn’t know what to do with himself at nights. He tried to remember why he came here.

“Goddamn. Goddamn.” Kavinsky put his fingers to his nose, licking the blood that had flown onto his lips. “Goddamnit Lynch, did daddy not give you your pills today? Damn, that hurts, goddamn it.” And then, like he only now realized that words other than various combinations of god and damn exist, he shoved Ronan by the shoulders. “I’m gonna put a fuckin’ ban on you man, why’re you coming to my parties and punching me in the goddamn face?”

Ronan merely shrugged.

“Yeah, Lynch, act like you didn’t come in here sobbing like a fuckin’ baby. Gansey, oh Gansey, wherefore art thou Dick? I wish to hop on it. Or is it trailer-boy you’re fucking these days?” He snorted unattractively. Yeah. That’s why he came here: Because Kavinsky simplified everything to a few incorrectly quoted lines and an innuendo, because Kavinksy was superficial and idiotic and. And.

And he had drugs.

“Ha- fucking- ha. Take a medal for you’re a-grade Shakespeare skills, Joseph.” Kavinsky flashed him a smile. “You know what I’m here for. Give me the stuff so I can leave.”

Ronan passed out that night with his clothes off on Kavinsky’s floor, his nose burning.

***

They lay in Ronan’s parents’ bed in the barns; skin sticky and hearts thudding, coming down from the high but not enough for the world to make sense yet. In these moments of unguarded love Ronan would admit he wants to kiss every freckle on Adam’s shoulder. Ronan would let himself look at Adam’s eyes, his lips, his hands, at Adam without red-hot shame running down his spine.

Here was Adam; skin glowing golden in the setting sun, head back, neck arched. Here was Adam; fingers running lazy spirals across his tattoo, eyelashes brushing cheekbones, mouth parted. Here was Adam unwary, Adam perfect and peaceful and—

“I don’t deserve you.” The words are out before Ronan can stop them. His neck goes red.

Adam laughs, slow and easy. “Yeah? Why d’you think that?”

“Just do.” The red travels to his shoulders. “You want a fucking essay?”

“I’m good. Just strange for you to say that, that’s all.” Strange of you to say that. Ronan toys with the words in his mind: strange as in Adam disagrees? Strange as in Adam might even say the same for him?

He shifts to press his mouth against Adam’s skin. “You’re just too damn perfect, that’s all.”

Adam lifts his head up just enough to look at Ronan through half-lidded eyes, his eyebrows raised. He laughs, quietly, and falls back with a thud. Ronan flushes three shades darker. “So are you, you know,” Adam says. “Like I can’t ever tell you properly, but you really are.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty dang great.”

Adam laughs again. Ronan crawls up till his head is on Adam’s shoulder and falls asleep like that; fingers buried in his hair, his cheek warm where it touches Adam’s skin.

***

They fall into patterns after the Second Death. There’s mornings in the barn where Adam would be gone to work or school before Ronan even had the time to blink the sleep out of his eyes. Some mornings Adam would stay back and they’d sit on the porch steps while Opal would run in the knee high grass of the fields. In the evenings those who went to school would do their homework on the floor of Monmouth. Ronan would sit in his bedroom and let it all wash over him.

He told himself it was comfort, this everyday normalcy. That it’s okay they weren’t talking, even if they were fucking traumatized, and that it’s okay Adam pulls away from him and wears seventy layers of clothing every day and that they all have the same ghost look in their eyes. They are fine. He chants it to himself like a mantra. Fine. Fine. Fine.

One night they’re lying there on the couch: Ronan on one end, Adam on the other. Adam’s doing that thing where he watches his hands for hours on end, flexing and unflexing them, turning them one way and the other, reminding himself that these are his hands, and Ronan’s doing that thing where he watches Adam for hours on end trying to remember when he got replaced by this skeleton.

The clock ticks from the hallway. Ronan snaps. “Can you fucking stop?” His voice comes out harsh. Adams backs away from his own hands, blinking.

“I’m—I’m sorry. Sorry.” He puts his hands on his lap, and then on second thoughts, he sits on them instead. “Sorry.” He looks small, pitiful. His eyes sunken into hollows, and from where Ronan sits he can count about three sweaters on him even though it's just the middle of September.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Goddammit, why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” He reaches forward and touches Adam on the shoulder, a ghost of a touch, but Adam snaps backwards like he’s been punched. “See what I mean? Why can’t I touch you anymore, Adam? Why don’t you just leave if you hate me so much?” Ronan’s voice is pleading and his eyes are wet.

“Because I almost killed you, that’s why. Don’t you remember? Or did you make yourself forget that part?” Adam’s words come out in heaving sobs and he’s rocking himself back and forth. “I almost killed you Ronan, I’m a monster, I almost killed you, I almost. Fucking. Killed. You.”

They’re both crying, and it’s all a mess and really, Ronan at any other point in time and history would have just gotten up and left, but he needs to fix this. He reminds himself he’s fine, and he breathes even though he’s still crying.

Ronan Lynch is a creature of great wonder and bad chosen words. He walks towards Adam and kneels to where he’s sitting, takes both his hands in his and places them on his neck. Adam’s fingers tremble against Ronan’s throat, and Ronan can barely get words out between all the tears but he keeps saying it again and again to Adam. “I’m not afraid, it wasn’t your fault. I love you. I love you. Iloveyou.”

[grimmursai]

Eve gets taken down a peg. When Eve came back to the base she didn’t expect to see a group of troops at the throne room.

“Step away from my throne. We have work to do.”

A brave faunas steppes forward.

“We? We know what you did at Haven. You abandoned your brothers and sisters!”

“Step away from my-“

Then the throne was cut in half. Eve narrowed her eyes as she looked at the white fang Lieutenant, he held his chainsaw sword in his handsz

“..... You really messed up this time Taurus.”

“Banesaw, dont make me kill you.”

The big faunas laughed.

“Id like to see you try. If I win, I’m the new leader. You win. Well, my life is yours to take.”

They stood across from each other as the other faunas in the room stepped back not wanting to get involved. Even readied her sword while Banesaw revered up his sword.

...

....

.....

“RAAAAGH!”

Banesaw ran at her as she took out her sword.

CHINNNNN-

SNAP!

“NNNGH?!”

Eve stepped back as she saw her sword was shattered by his weapon. It must have been worn out from haven. Banesaw then grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the ground hard enough to crack it.

“AGH-Mmm!”

He grabbed her by the mouth and aimed his sword for his neck.

“You’re done Eve.”

He was about to cut her throat until, he had an idea. He looked to the other faunas, who watched the quick fight in awe. He chuckled.

“Consider yourself lucky. You get to live. But.”

He then ripped her suit off revealing her breasts to everyone.

“What?!”

“You’re going to pay.”

He grabbed her left tit roughly and moved his other hand to her crotch.

“Let go of me!”

She tried kicking but he grabbed her throat and squeezed making the bull faunas yelp out. She was still sore from Haven, and her aura hasn’t even fully came yet.

“Your out of line Eve. Men! Why don’t we show this traitor, who she shouldn’t mess with!”

The other faunas stepped forward and got to Eve, she struggled more as she kicked on in the face.

“Agh!”

He was knocked out as two more faunas grabbed her leg. Then the female faunas went to help and grabbed her other leg as they were spread apart. Her arms were held by Banesaw as he ripped her pants off next.

“Is the little cow getting wet?”

He felt her pussy as she let out a gasp and started to struggle more. He then shoved a thick digit into her.

“AGH! S-Stop!”

The other men stared lustfully as the women felt themselves getting exited. Banesaw moves his finger in and out, then the faunas who stood up to Eve spoke up.

“M-May I do her?”

Banesaw looked at him and let out a chuckle.

“Sure brother. Go right in.”

He spread her pussy lips as the faunas took his cock out. It was about 7 inches long and Eve gave him an snarl before he pushed in.

“AGH! ILL KILL YOU! ALL OF YOU!”

“Damn! She’s so tight!”

The White fang grunt didn’t stay still as he moved his hips into hers faster.

‘G-Gh! Getting raped by my own people?! I’ll kill them.’

One of the faunas who had her legs took off her boots and started licking her feet. The women holding the other leg did the same as Eve was being violated.

“y-You’ll pay.”

“I don’t think so. Cow.”

Eve froze for a moment, cow. That wasn’t something she was called in a long time. Only when she was bullied for being a bull faunas. Then with enough strength she headbutted the guy.

“GAH!”

He fell onto his back with his mask cracked. Eve breathed heavily, her face was red with anger as she tried getting free.

“Now you’ve don’t It this time Taurus.”

She then felt the shuffling of pants and then something big slapped against her pussy. The color from her face was gone as she looked down.

“No....”

It was Banesaws cock. Much like his height it was longer than average, with a whopping 15 inches to support it. And it was also thick, thicker than her own arm.

“B-Banesaw?”

“What is it? Getting scare Cow?”

He teased her as he pressed his cock against her pussy. Then an idea came to him. He moved her up and pressed her cock against her asshole.

“Y-You wouldn't! Stop this Banesaw!”

“You were planning on killing those opposing you. This is your punishment ACCEPT IT!”

He then plunged his cock into Eves asshole.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Her cry was loud as she painfully felt Banesaws cock spear into her ass. Her limbs were twitching, now weak to do anything. The other faunas let go of her and watched as their previous leader got fucked.

“Woah.”

“Oh my.”

“Hehehe... how’s it feel Cow?”

Eve had Do response as some saliva dropped from her mouth. She then felt him move and she let out a scream of defiance.

“It’s so tight! I bet you’re a virgin here huh?”

He moved his hips into hers as her limbs fell, she was too weak to do anything as Banesaw kept thrusting his big cock into her.

“Hey, Eve, I’m gonna cum.”

He grabbed her head and pushed into her Hardee’s

“Ah! Ah!”

Eve mind was being broken as she felt her face heat up.

“TAKE IT ALL YOU COW!”

He then pushed her body down all the way. There was an obvious bulge on her abdomen, showing how far Banesaw’s cock has went.

“AHHHHHH~!”

He took her mask off revealing her beautiful red eyes, now blank as she let out a moan. She felt her ass being filled up by Banesaws cum while the other faunas got exited. The men had taken their cocks out stroking them and the women were pleasuring themselves to the sight.

“Now. What are you?”

“A-a... a Cow...”

“What was that?”

He leaned in to hear her.

“I’m a Cow... I’m a Cow for you to breed.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

He then removed himself from her and threw her onto the ground.

“Guh!”

Eve crawled a bit and saw Banesaw sit on the damaged throne.

“I win. Have you way with her brothers and sisters.”

They didn’t need to be told twice.

-later-

“Mmmnnn~ mmmph~!”

Banesaw watched in glee as he saw Eve being fucked by her own soldiers. They had already came inside her pussy and asshole multiple times. Her stomach was slightly bloated as she was forced to eat out another faunas.

“MNNGH!”

Another guy came inside her pussy, she let out a broken moan as he and the women stood up. They then left with the rest as Banesaw walked towards her.

“Look at you. Your nothing but a breeding cow for the white fang now.”

He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up. She let out a moan at he treatment.

“What are you?”

Her mind was broken as she forgot her past grief and was now addicted to being treated and used as a faunas cumdump for the white fang.

“I-I’m a breeding cow.. for all the faunas who want me~”

[angstbotfic]

Now Complete - Kinktober/Kinky New Year

#31 - Hate-Sex 2.0 

 Read at AO3

From the moment Graham started locking the cuffs around her wrists, Emma had been unable to think of anything but Regina. She’s setting me up. She made the shrink lie. I want to slap her across her stupid, smug, gorgeous face. That broad has everyone under her thumb. Graham even said she’s got her hands in everything.

When Mary Margaret had unexpectedly bailed her out, her flash of gratitude had lasted only a moment before the anger came back, and she made a beeline for Regina’s office to confront her. Spotting the groundskeeper’s abandoned chainsaw near a fallen tree he’d been cutting up to chip, she grinned. She was gonna go after her fucking tree.

**

As she waited for Regina to come appreciate her handiwork, she felt a little flicker of admiration seeing how she managed to never break her stride crossing the lawn in high heels. She was also briefly distracted by how good she looked doing it.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Emma snapped out of her daze and dropped the chainsaw, smirking. “Picking apples.”

Regina got right in her face, chest heaving, and it was almost close enough to feel her body heat. “You're out of your mind!”

“No, you are if you think a shoddy frame job's enough to scare me off. You're gonna have to do better than that. If you come after me one more time, I'm coming back for the rest of this tree. Because, sister, you have no idea what I’m capable of.” She stared at her for a moment, and for a split second, she thought Regina might be about to kiss her. Then she started walking away. “Your move.”

**

By the time she’d crossed the lawn and entered City Hall to cut through to her car, she was feeling pretty pleased with herself. She’d managed to show Regina she wasn’t going to take any of her shit without shoving her up against anything or putting her hand around her throat or hauling her over her lap and spanking her- Wait.

Just then, a hand caught her bicep and yanked her sideways. It threw her off balance, and with that on top of the surprise she didn’t really manage to resist being pushed into a nearby bathroom.

She wasn’t entirely surprised to see that her assailant was Regina, though she wasn’t sure how she hadn’t heard her coming.

“Hey lady, I didn’t get physical, but if you’re going to insist-” She broke off into a startled half-squeak as Regina shoved her up against a cold tile wall.

“Shut your mouth, Ms. Swan,” Regina growled, and god, that was hot. “Shut your stupid, cocky, sexy-”

She stopped, and Emma felt as startled as she looked. Regina was into her? That was more interesting than it really should be. Their eyes held for a long, electric moment.

In the next moment, they were kissing, and Emma didn’t think she had started it but absolutely could not be sure when Regina’s body was pressed against her and they were devouring each other’s mouths, rough and angry and yet hungry. What she could do was get her hands on the mayor’s glorious ass, though, because even if she was a total nightmare, she was hot as hell.

Regina broke the kiss to demand again, “What the hell are you doing?” but it didn’t have as much force as before.

Emma took advantage of her distraction to leverage her hips and flip them around so that she had the mayor up against the wall. “Something you really shouldn’t pretend you don’t like.”

“You don’t know anything about what I like.”

“So my fingers would find your panties dry right now?”

“Like yours are?”

“Way to dodge the question.”

“Fuck you.”

“As long as I get to fuck you, too,” Emma shot back.

They glared at each other for another long moment, and Emma felt like the tension of it was almost as good as sex would be. Almost.

“Quickly,” Regina enunciated. “I have a meeting in half an hour.”

“Plenty of time,” Emma said, and immediately started shucking Regina’s skirt up her legs.

“And shut up,” Regina growled, grabbing her hair and kissing her hard again.

That was okay. Regina, for all her many, many faults, was a great kisser. It was tempting to get distracted by it, in fact, but she managed to slide the skirt up high enough to cup and squeeze where Regina was indeed hot and damp through her whisper of a thong. She wasn’t gentle, and Regina pulled her hair harder, but she also bucked her hips into it.

When she slipped her fingers under the thong and found hot slickness, she couldn’t help groaning in pleasure. At Regina’s self-satisfied chuckle, she growled and shoved her fingers inside, not really caring whether she was wet enough, though she sure felt like it and her moan suggested she enjoyed it just fine.

She started fucking her hard and fast, going knuckle-deep on every stroke and curling her fingers as she pulled out. Fuck, she hated this woman, but being inside her felt so goddamn good. Regina moaned and threw her head back, and she took the opportunity to start biting along her neck and jaw.

“Don’t you fucking mark me,” Regina hissed, but she didn’t pull her away with the hand in her hair.

“Then you’d better come before I do it.”

“You’re insufferable,” she growled back. But then her head tipped forward and her teeth found Emma’s neck too, biting hard as she started moving to meet her motion.

When Emma angled her thumb to rub across her clit, she felt fingernails rake down her back, and god, she loved taking this smug, horrible, sexy woman completely apart. Regina was starting to clench around her fingers now, and she ignored the burn in her forearm to give her even more, rubbing, curling, fucking her, stretching her, giving her everything, taking everything from her, demanding that she come all over Emma’s hand.

And she did, grabbing her hard.

Emma had just a moment to feel satisfied with herself before Regina was shoving her hand away and she was being slammed up against the wall again, harder than before, with nails scraping up her sides as Regina grabbed at her shirt to pull it up. It made her hiss, but it was also so good. Then hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra, and she knew she was absolutely soaked.

That was a good thing, because in the next moment Regina was pulling roughly at her pants.  “I hate these skin-tight jeans,” she growled, and as Regina yanked them down just far enough, leaving scraped skin in their wake, Emma knew she was going to have scratches everywhere and couldn’t bring herself to care.

Regina’s fingers were inside her immediately, too many, too fast, too hard.

Emma was going to come so fast, and the look on Regina’s face said she knew it. “I hate you,” she growled.

“The feeling is mutual,” Regina sneered back as her thumb pressed Emma’s clit.

“Fuck!”

“That’s right, I’m fucking you. And you’re loving it.”

God, why was that so hot? She couldn’t let her know she thought it was hot. She managed a “Fuck you”—though it sounded a little pathetic even to her.

“You did that. Now it’s my turn to stuff you full of my fingers.”

That was hot too, and she growled, “Shut up!” Then she grabbed Regina’s hair and kissed her hard. Regina chuckled into the kiss, but she also kept rubbing Emma’s clit just shy of too hard and her body was quickly becoming one big live wire.

She gave up fighting it and let the pleasure roll through her in heavy waves, each one bigger than the next, Regina’s tongue fucking her mouth like her fingers were fucking her pussy and it was so good- so good- so-

She saw white as she came hard.

She was vaguely aware that her forehead was resting against Regina’s as they both panted. There was something almost nice about it. Just two women who just had pretty great sex, pressed against each other, breathing each other’s breath.

Then she shook herself and Regina seemed to do the same, stepping back from her almost startled. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Emma actually saw the mask go back on as Regina settled her dress to fall properly and said, “Pull your pants up and get out before I have you arrested for public indecency.”

Emma was still sputtering with shock and rage when she turned on one shiny heel and left her there.

[ours-is-feral-love]

Red Sand

A/N: And . . . another one. Really couldn’t get this idea out of my head. [SPOILERS if you’ve not finished the show!]

Enjoy.

Summary: Alyssa sneaks into the hospital where James is being held following his capture. [T for language ] [Word Count: 2,621] [Alyssa’s POV]

I look the police officer over carefully from where I sit, watching his heavy eyelids droop over his evil eyes. He shouldn’t be too hard to fool. He looks like quite an idiot.

Nurses and doctors pass by on a continual loop, each of them shooting nervous glances at the doorway behind the drowsy PC. I want to tell them all to fuck off. I want to shout it really, really loudly. Scream it until I can’t speak anymore. Until there’s blood coming out of my mouth. But I stop myself. Making a scene won’t do me any good. No one can know I am here. Mum thinks I’m tucked underneath my duvet like some fucking caterpillar waiting to become a butterfly.

They’re scared of him. They’re all terrified he’s going to escape his restraints and slaughter them as if he is a psychotic serial killer.

Pussies. Each and every one of them.

None of them know who he is. They don’t know what really happened that night. They think they do because of the shitty news coverage, but the media is full of liars and money-loving fakes. And a story about an unhinged boy on a crime spree sneaking into a rapist’s house intending to murder said rapist sells better than the truth. That James only killed him to protect me.

He’s a hero. He deserves a medal, not shackles. Not a bullet hole in his left arm.

I heard on the BBC they had to give him blood transfusions because of how much of his own supply he lost on the beach. Because the bullet that hit him snagged an artery on its way out.

It’s been nearly a week, and I’ve unintentionally blocked that day from my memories, but I remember that bit. I hear that final gunshot as I sit staring at the sleeping officer and I see James go down as if it’s happening all over again. He sprawls on the ground, arms and legs at strange angles. I’m still screeching his name, but he isn’t moving. And there’s red. It’s everywhere, spilling over the wet sand . . .

I close my eyes before I lose my shit in the middle of the hospital. I breathe in a shaky breath, clutching the seat of the uncomfortable chair I am occupying near James’ room. The scratchy vinyl feels gross, but the cracks in the material scrape my palms and the pain is somehow soothing.

I think I've always needed a little bit of pain to get me through the day. It's why I put up with Tony for so long. Why I let my mum talk down to me like I was the most massive disappointment. Of course, I'm suffering a lot more than I'm used to at the moment. General teenage angst seems to have not prepared me for a situation like this. A situation that involves the boy you love being shot and then shackled to a hospital bed.

I am so lost right now.

But I know if I could see him, just for a second, that everything would fall back into place. I won't be so lost when I get past that snoozing guard.

I open my eyes and get to my feet. It's time for some fucking action. I pinch my cheeks, slouch my shoulders, and push my bottom lip out. Satisfied that I look like someone in need of some help, I approach the policeman.

I poke him hard on the arm. He jerks awake, and for a moment I just want to slap him. Bring him to the ground and beat the shit out of him. But I manage to hold myself back.

The man's bulging eyes look me up and down. His face softens.

It is this moment I am outrageously glad my parents’ genes mixed in just the right way to make me look like a fucking twelve-year-old.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" he asks in that voice my mum uses when she's talking to the twins.

Ugh. The desire to punch him comes over me again. He's even more fucking disgusting than I thought.

“Some—someone stole my bag." I sniffle, watching the geezer before me take on a hardened look of determination. "It had a present for my mum in it."

"Okay, darling. Which way did he go?" He reaches out for my hand, but I quickly use that one to point behind me.

No way do I want this old creep touching me.

"That way. I think I saw him going down the stairs. He's probably not even here anymore." I put my face in my hands and pretend to cry. I make ugly noises for added effect.

Maybe I should be a fucking actor when I grow up. Do they let criminals on TV?

"Don't cry," he says. "Don't cry. Look. I can't leave this spot, but I can ask a nurse to take you down to the security desk and they can help find your bag. Okay?"

Not okay. So not okay.

I remove my hands, frowning. "I need to find it now! My mum is dying of fucking cancer and you can't be a decent enough policeman to help me get back the present I bought for her with literally all of my fucking money? What if she dies in the time it takes for me to go down and start explaining this shit show to someone else?"

Gotcha.

The officer's face is wide. His mouth hangs open. His saucepan eyes swerve around the room, making sure no one is watching us.

"Okay," he says in an angry, hushed tone. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. What did the man look like?"

He stands up, straightening the weapons belt around his hips.

"Tall. Dark eyes, brown hair. Wearing a dark grey sweater with blue jeans and black snazzy shoes. Tan. Probably forty or so," I say. It’s Tony’s description. Maybe he’ll be walking down the street when the PC comes along. 

Turning as the policeman does, my back is now to the door. 

I can practically feel James.

My heart thumps wildly in anticipation. It hurts. I can't breathe.

"Alright." He motions to the seat at the back of my knees. "Stay here. Make sure no one goes inside."

"Why?" I ask as he starts walking away. "What's behind the door?"

"A monster," he says.

That's it. If I see him again, I'm definitely punching him.

I nod in agreement to his request, staring after him as he disappears round a corner.

This is it. I turn towards the room and shove the chair out of the way, moving close enough to the door that I can smell the wood. I reach for the handle. It’s cold, but unlocked. Twisting slowly, my eyes darting left and right, praying to the countless number of deities I’ve heard of throughout my whole life that I won’t get caught, I hear a click and the door falls inward. I go with it, pressed to the wood, and sneak inside the room.

I actually gasp. Like a fucking cartoon or something. The door closes softly behind me. I look around the room. There are wires and machines everywhere. Beeping noises collapse against my eardrums.

A heartbeat. James’ heartbeat.

And there he is. Right in front of me, asleep, looking sickly and pale and like he hasn’t properly showered in a few days. His arm is in a sling. He is connected to a saline drip through an IV via his uninjured arm. He is cuffed, too. To the side of the bed. There is a metal handcuff around his thin wrist.

God, I am so fucked off. I want to go at the restraint with a chainsaw.

Looking at him makes me want to cry. It always has. Ever since we first met. But right now, I really want to cry. More badly than I have ever wanted to before.

But I shouldn’t. I can’t. I need to be strong for him.

Swallowing the giant cricket ball forming in my oesophagus, I creep on my tiptoes towards the giant hospital bed. He looks even worse close up. There’s a dark shadow over the bottom half of his face. Deep purple bags lie underneath his closed eyes.

I’m too far gone. I can’t stop the tears. They crawl down my cheeks, slip past my chin, and land on the grey-blue blanket covering James’ body. One, as I move my head to get a better look at his face, drips over his eyelids.

He comes awake. The beeping grows quicker. I swear my lungs have stopped working. Reaching out, I place my hand over his mouth as his eyes snap open. His jaw parts. Hidden behind my palm, I feel his heavy breaths bathe my skin.

“Shh,” I warn, breathless. “I’m not supposed to be here. We don’t have much time.”

He shakes his head and I lift my hand. “You need to leave,” he says. It comes out all croaky and dry. He’s broken.

It makes me so angry. If he had just let me come with him, none of this shit would be happening.

If only I hadn’t been silly enough to believe my dad was a decent fucking human being, we would be in Switzerland by now, hiding in a bakery or skiing down some snow-capped mountain.

“I’m staying,” I say defiantly. He can’t tell me what to do.

He starts to sit up, but the effort exhausts him and he quickly lies back down. His brilliant eyes—the most beautiful things I’ve literally ever seen—gaze up at me. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

To be honest, I don’t want to see him like this. But I hold off on telling him that. “I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care that you’re handcuffed. James,” I say, the tears forming again. I reach for his chained hand. His fingers are sweaty, but he holds onto me regardless, entwining our fingers. I could collapse in a heap of despair like those women in the 19th century used to. “What’s gonna happen to you?”

“I’m not sure,” he says.

The words come out thin and brittle. I think there’s a cricket ball in his throat too. With my spare hand, I grab the cup of water by his bed and slowly, like he’s a baby, I tip the cup towards his mouth. He swallows a couple of gulps and coughs away any excess dryness. He mutters a thanks and I return the cup to its original spot.

“They’re keeping me here until my arm heals a bit more,” he says. “And then I’ll be moved to a jail to await trial. Then I’ll be prosecuted.”

He says it with such indifference that I find myself wanting to take him by the shoulders and shake him viciously.

“How can you be okay with this?” I ask, my face hot and wet. My lips tremble. My forehead hurts from frowning. “None of this is okay. None at all. It’s a giant mess—a total miscarriage of justice.”

I’ve been watching a lot of that American TV show Law and Order while under house arrest.

The longer I stare frustratedly at James half-lying down on his hospital bed, the blurrier he gets. But I blink rapidly, clearing my vision, when his face bunches. He's crying too. Not as much as me, but there's a small tear trolling down his scruffy face. Instinct compels me to wipe it away. I scrape at it with my thumb and hold my hand against his warm cheek. He presses into me, nostrils billowing like a curtain caught by the wind.

Okay. So, he isn't okay with this.

"I'm sorry," I say, rubbing the tear back into his skin. "I know you're just trying to be brave."

"I just," he says, "want to be with you."

My heart is going to explode. Is it possible for words to kill you?

"And I know that when they put me away, I'm not going to be able to be with you anymore," he continues, the words vibrating. "I don't want that to happen."

Fuck. Neither do I.

"I'll come see you," I promise. "And when you get out, we can be together again." My knees are starting to buckle under all the pressure. I hold tight to James. "Maybe we can get married . . . and then I'd get those conjugal visit things."

It's a joke. Mum would sooner disown me and throw me in the streets than allow me to marry a convicted felon.

But it does make James laugh. And that makes me smile. And some of that pressure lifts away.

"You would visit me?" he asks, and I sense the genuine worry.

"Yes. Fuck, I'd be in there with you if I could." If you'd let me. “Can I lie down?”

“What?”

“In the bed with you,” I say. “Just for a minute.” The guard’ll be on his way back soon. I’ll need to set off before then. But I need to lie with him. To feel his body against mine one last time before he’s taken away from me.

“I don’t know how easy it will be.” James looks to his shackled wrist and then to his bullet-hole-ridden arm.

I start climbing in, kicking my sandals off and bunching up the yellow sundress Mum got me when I was released from hospital the day James got captured. I wore it so she would let me out of the house. How long does she think it takes to pick up chocolate from the Co-op?

James can’t move a lot, but he slides over to make room for me. Lying on my side, pressing my hand flat against his chest, I rest my head on his shoulder. We sigh together. A sound of true contentment.

As much as he can, James holds me. His shackled fingers bend and move over the skin of my neck. I shiver into his hospital gown. For someone who looks so horrible, he smells just the same as always. Like lavender soap. I breathe him in, forcing myself to memorise the scent.

“You changed your hair,” he notes, fiddling with the short strands that just barely reach my neck.

“Mum took me to the salon immediately,” I say. Guess she wasn’t all that fucking pleased about the blond. “The woman made it too dark. I don’t like it.”

“Well, I do,” James says.

I smile into his neck.

I shouldn’t be happy at all. Things are about to get a whole lot worse for the both of us. But he’s touching me and I’m touching him, and everything just feels . . . right. I know it’ll be gone the instant I leave this room, but I will revel in it for the few minutes I have.

“You shouldn’t have come,” James says.

I lift myself up. Our faces are only a few centimetres apart. His breaths wash over my face. “Why?” I ask, confused and hurt.

James continues stroking every piece of available skin. “Now that you’re here, I don’t want you to leave.”

Oh.

“I don’t want to leave,” I tell him.

“But you have to.”

“But I have to,” I agree. “But not yet. In a minute.”

I have to kiss him. I have to remember the feel of his mouth on mine.

Lowering my face the tiniest bit, I close my eyes and affix my lips to his. He can’t properly embrace me, and I can’t move too much for fear of further injuring him, but he is soft against me and that’s all that matters.

I was wrong before. Now everything is right. The seas have calmed. The earth has stopped turning. And it’s James and me against the world.

[daughtersofevesoa]

Chapter 1 Pt.1

Eden Morrow woke up to the sound of a Harley rumbling in the drive way. She looked at the clock and groaned as she rolled over a shoved the pillow on her head. “Two in the fucking morning? Really dad?” She grumbled as she sat up and checked her blackberry. Not seeing any messages she scrolled through her reminders and saw that she had a client early in the morning. She got out of bed and padded down the hall letting her father in. “Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you girly.” Clay Morrow said to his daughter as he kicked off his boots and removed his kutte. “Oh don’t worry Clay ya woke up tha’ whole feckin’ house.” Mikayla Telford emerged from her room rubbing her eyes as she scowled at Clay. Her already wild hair was covering her eyes so that you could only see half way down her nose. Clay raised his hands as he walked over to the woman and shrugged. “At least you girls can go back to sleep, if I woke Gem I wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night.” Eden nodded and walked back into her room grabbing the extra set of clothes that her dad left with her. “Here.” She said as she handed the clothes to Clay and jerked her thumb towards the bathroom. He bowed his head graciously and walked into the bathroom. A crash was heard in the kitchen. “Ga’ fuckin dammit.” Mikayla said as Eden leaned in the doorway. A glass had shattered and Eden sighed as she walked over to the closet and grabbed the broom. She tossed it to Mikayla and she caught it with ease before rubbing her right hand. The scars on her hands showing in the moonlight coming from the skylight. “Acting up again?” Mikayla nodded as she started sweeping. Eden walked up and took the broom from Mikayla and jerked her head towards her bedroom. “Go to bed I got it. Remember to take your meds.” Mikayla nodded absently as she rubbed her hand walking back into her bedroom and closed the door quietly. Eden started sweeping and heard her father pad into the kitchen avoiding the area she was sweeping. “Tyler is in the guest room.”

“Yes, and?”

“Nothing you could have told me though.” Eden finished sweeping and sighed as she threw it out and then turned to her father. “I didn’t expect you to come over. You usually give me a heads up. I can get him to come and sleep in my room if you want the guest room that bad.” Clay waved his hand. “No, I’ll just take the couch.” Eden nodded and walked out of the kitchen, kissing Clay on the cheek on the way out. “Goodnight Daddy.”

“Goodnight princess.” Clay said as he watched his daughter walk off and into her room. Her bare feet silent on the wood floor.

 Eden woke up to the sound of her alarm and rolled over. She sat up and stretched before walking to her closet and pulling out a grey loose tank top. She takes off her sports bra and throws the tank top over her head pulling it down and slipping off her pants. She rooted through her drawer and pulled out a pair of cargo shorts and pulled them up. She then tightened the cloth belt and walked over to her mirror rubbing off yesterdays makeup and reapplying mascara. She smiled as she clipped on her necklace and put her socks on walks out of her room and into the kitchen. Alyssa nodded and Simone smiles before walking over to the table and setting down a coffee for her and Eden. “Mikayla?”

“Already at the bakery.” Eden rolls her eyes. The girls sit around and talked for a while. None of them in a particular rush that morning until a phone went off and Eden sighed before standing and trudging back to her bedroom. “Yes?” Her voice ringing around the cavernous living room as she walked back into the room. A look of annoyance in her grey eyes. “WHAT?!” She belted out making the two women jump and turn to her. Eden looked back at them with an annoyed look in her eyes. “I’ll be there around lunch. Why? Because I have a fucking job Jax.” The pair looked at each other in understanding before Eden growled a goodbye and slammed her phone shut. “Mommy?” Rayla Unser walked into the room rubbing her eyes her dinosaur Pj’s wrapped around her small frame. “Morning baby. Want breakfast?” Simone asked as she walked to her four year old daughter and picked her up bringing her into the kitchen. She pulls waffles out as Alyssa leans forward and looks at Eden. “What’s wrong?” Alyssa asked as she scooped the last of the eggs into her mouth. Simone talked softly to Rayla and Eden walked back to her seat and sat down. “Cowboy boots blew up the gun warehouse.” Alyssa groaned and Eden nodded. “I have to go to work. I’ll see you guys at the clubhouse.” She shoved her feet into her boots and grabbed her purse walking out the door and to her 2003 Suzuki boulevard. She clipped her helmet on and climbed on. Starting it, she backed out onto the street and drove off. She smiled as she easily weaved through the streets. She reached her tattoo shop and parked in the back before walking in and seeing a package sitting on the stoop outside in the front. Eden huffed and walked through the shop and unlocked her door and grabbed the package. It was a box with a green bow on top. She smirked and walked back in nudging the door closed with her foot. She stepped behind the counter and set it down. Beneath the bow was a little card. She opened it and looked at the neat black print. A una Hermosa flor. Eden rolled her eyes and opened the box. “You piece of shit.” She chuckled as she pulled out a plain blue baby blue sun dress. The fabric was sheer and had a halter neck. She fully took it out of the box and saw that the skirt would reach her knees. She peeked into the box and saw another piece of paper and snorted. Botas de vaquero. She smiled as she placed the dress back in the box and brought it to the employee area. She took out a water bottle from the mini fridge and took a swig walking back into the main room and hearing the bell ring she smiled. “Why hello Andrea. You’re early. Her client smiled and sat down at the tattoo chair.

 Edens bike came tearing into the parking lot at TM. She parked beside Tigs bike and got off taking off her helmet and throwing her hair into a bun. “What the fuck did you do Kip?” She asked as she sauntered up to the deer embedded windshield. The chainsaw stopped roaring and his head poked out and he smiled at the brunette. “No other way to get it out?” He practically begged and she opened the passanger door and climbed onto the step looking in. She titled her head to the side and her brows knit. “Keep working with that chain saw.” She hopped back down and turned. Not wanting to witness the gorey display. The chainsaw started again and she chuckled as she heard loud gagging. Eden walked into the shop. Leaning against the car she kicked her best friends leg and Alyssa emerged from under the car. “He inside?” She nodded and Alyssa sat up and sighed before wiping grease off her face with her forearm and going back to work.

 Eden walked into the clubhouse to be greeted by the usual smell of cigarettes, pot and pussy. “Light a candle in here.” She muttered to Chibs who laughed. “He’s in the chapel darlin.” Eden nodded and walked towards the leather padded double doors. She knocked and heard Clay’s gruff come in. She entered and closed the door. Clay took in her appearance and signalled her to sit down. She sat down next to him. “Princess I need you to talk to him.” Eden groaned and laid her head on the table. “I need you to find out where the MK’s and the Glocks are.” Eden turned her head slightly and looked at her father out of her exposed eye. “Fine. I’m not promising anything.” Eden stood and walked out of the Chapel. “Stay a while E?” Eden looked at him and walked over to the bar. He poured her a shot and she took it. “Thanks Tig see you later.” Tig groaned as he watched Eden walk out of the clubhouse and to her bike. She started it and started her ride to Oakland.

 “Will you quit jabbing me?” Esai Alvarez said as he looked at the petite woman. “Where are the guns Esai. If you tell me your life will be much easier.” Tig watched from the edge of the parking lot to the Mayan clubhouse.  Alvarez’s VP walks out of the Clubhouse. Tig stiffens. “Mujer,él quiere verte(woman, he wants to see you).” Eden followed him and Tig got off his bike and walked around the perimeter of the clubhouse, watching Eden through the windows. She stepped into an office and Alvarez stood. He was still taller than Eden and they talked for a second before Eden was shoved against the desk. Tig withdrew his gun but then Alvarez kissed her. He placed his hand on the back of her head and his other arm went around her waist. They pulled apart and he looks up making eye contact with Tig.  He takes Eden’s top off and resumes kissing her cupping her covered breast. Tig wanted to look away but he couldn’t. Eden’s dragon tattoo on her back came into full view when Eden ripped her bra over her head. Her head fell back as Alvarez kissed her neck. Tig then looked away. Knowing it was too intimate to even think of his god daughter participating in. He sneaked back to the bike and chain smoked.

 Eden marched up to Esai Alvarez. “Hola Princesa.” Eden rolled her eyes and started jabbing Esai in the chest. “Two whores are dead and so is the site. Now wanna tell me where the guns are?” Esai stiffened and when Eden went to jab him for what seemed like the millionth time but Esai grabbed her hand. “Will you quit jabbing me?”

“Tell me where the guns are Esai. Make you life a whole lot easier.” Andre walked out of the clubhouse. “Mujer,él quiere verte.” Eden stiffened and looked at him.“Es diana alrededor?” Andre shook his head and Eden followed him. As soon as she walked in a chorus of hello’s and whistles sounded. She smiled and winked at the men. She strode into Marcus Alvarez’s office and closed the door behind her. “Where did you put the guns. C’mon Marcus they weren’t even meant for the club.” Marcus looked over at her and chuckled. “Are you actually going to try interrogating me.” Eden sighed and Marcus stepped out from behind his desk. “And why should that matter to me? You know I really hate when you talk about your father’s club.” Marcus had backed her into the desk and bended down kissing her she moaned feeling his soft lips cover hers. She felt his arms snake around her and moaned slightly when he squeezed her side playfully. They broke off and Marcus looked out the window for a second. “What?” Marcus pulled her top over her head and resumed kissing her. “Nada.” He muttered as he kissed her hungrily. His hand ran lightly up her side and cupped her breast lightly through her sheer lace bralette. She groaned and pulled her bralette over her head. Her head fell back as Marcus kissed her jaw and made her way down her neck. He grabbed Eden’s waist and plopped her on the desk coming between her legs and kissing the top of her breast. She moaned and snaked her hands into his slicked back hair. Holding the soft strands in her fingers. She gave a gasp as he takes a pierced nipple into his mouth. Moving his tongue over the two small balls. He then switched breasts and sucked on the other nipple as he tweaked the other between his fingers. She moaned and gripped his hair harder. He hissed and looked up at her before making his way down. He dropped to his knees and unbuckled her fabric belt. She lifted her hips as Marcus pulled her shorts and underwear down and off her and placed them on the floor. He ran a finger up her soaking slit and looked up at her with a smirk. “Always so wet niña.” Eden moaned. “Marcus stop teasing God.” He moaned as he dove in and started eating her out. She moaned loudly as his large tongue started running up and down her slit she gasped as he suddenly started attacking her clit. Sucking and licking it furiously which had Eden throwing her back onto the table and smacking her head on the edge of the desk. Marcus looked up and started laughing. Eden smiled and looked up at him gripping the back of her head. Her nose scrunched up and she looked at him with one stormy grey eye.  “You ok?” He laughed and she nodded. Marcus held her thighs and pulled her closer as Eden laid her head down gently. He laughed and went back to attacking her clit. Eden groaned and tangled her hands in his hair as he started picking up the pace again. “Marcus. Marcus. Marcus.” She babbled his name as he felt her release on his tongue. He licked her clean and then stood. Dropping his pants he leaned forward and kissed Eden. He felt her separated tongue work against his. He moaned and jerked himself a couple times before placing his head at Eden’s opening and running the head of his thick cock along her slit collecting the wetness. She moans causing Marcus to push into her tight heat. They both gasp and Marcus starts slowly pumping into her. “cuando fue la última vez que tuvimos sexo? (When was the last time we had sex ?).

“A month.” She moaned as she tried to pull Marcus closer to her. He leaned down farther causing him to slide deeper into Eden. He pulled almost all the way out and before plunging back in, he repeated this until he had Eden begging and then began to pick up the pace. She ran her hands down his back and scratched him. He looked at her before he grabbed her hips lifted her and placed her against the wall. He pounded into her relentlessly even after she came. He thrusted into her a few more times before finishing and taking a step back. Eden still wrapped around him. She unhooked her legs from around his waist and he put her down. Eden turned and gathered her clothes putting them on quickly. She fixed her hair and looked back at him. He was dressed also. “The warehouse is in San Leandro. That’s all I’m giving you.” Eden smiled and grabbed her bag. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and opened the door exiting the room and then the clubhouse. Esai sits on a picnic table and waves. She waves back and walks to Tig. “San Leandro. It’s in San Leandro. No specifics though you boys will have to figure that out on your own.” Tig nods and watches as Eden walks to her bike.

 Mikalya lifts the tray above her head before yelling behind. People squished themselves against the counters and continued to cut and stir. Mikayla switched the tray of cinnabuns to one hand and lifted the curtain. She opened the warm display and sticks them in before closing the door. She smiles as she rubs her hands and walks to the front counter. “Just give me a large 2 cream 2 sugars please.” Mikayla looks up and smiles when she sees Mikayla. The six foot woman had her helmet tucked under her arm. Her sunglasses were resting on her fohawk. “Right away.” Mikayla punched the order in and looked at the barista Trey walk out of the bathroom. “Oh crap. Was the register left alone?” Mikayla nodded as she poured Alyssa’s coffee. “Only for a couple seconds though. Pedro went into the back for something. What time did you leave?”

“430 after i couldnt fall asleep, hand was acting up.” She absently rubbs the scar. Alyssa's eyebrows knit in worry but then rolled her eyes as Mikayla gave her the coffee. “I’ll be home for dinner tonight. I’ll bring cinnabuns and cookies.” Alyssa nodded and walked out. Pedro came out of the back holding a carton of milk. “Sorry Mick. Won’t happen again. I was getting it for Alyssa’s coffee.” Mikayla rolls her eyes and walks past him. “Don’t let it happen again.” She back into the kitchen and peeks over Queenie’s shoulder. “Girl I swear to god do that again.” Mikayla laughs and returns to the back of the kitchen and adjusts her skull cap. She looks at her list and sees quiches being the next thing.

 “Well what else was I supposed to do Tyler? Yea she was a bitch though.” Mikayla pulled into the driveway and sees Rayla playing outside. “Alright I’m home I’ll talk to you later.” After hanging up she gets out of the car. “Hey sweetie want to carry in the cookies?” Rayla looks at Mikayla and she lifts a large bag out of back. Rayla squeals and runs forward taking the bag from Mikayla she ran back to the house excitedly. Mikayla grabbed her purse and the two boxes of Cinnabuns before closing her car door and locking it. She walks into the house and closes the door that Rayla left open. “You can’t have those til after you eat your supper.” She heard Simone say. “I’m actually surprised.” Alyssa said as she lights takes a drag from a joint. She takes the boxes from Mikayla and hands her the joint. Mikayla walks to her room while taking a drag she sits on her bed and laid down. Smoking the joint and looking to the ceiling. She sighed and watched the smoke circulate around her room. She stayed like that for a few minutes until a gentle knock came to her door. “Come in.” She exhaled as she heard the door open and close. She moved over slightly and Eden plopped down on the bed, her elbows supporting her. Mikayla passed her the joint and Eden took a drag before turning to look at Mikayla. “Has he stopped by the shop yet?” Mikayla shook her head and Eden took a long drag. “He didn’t want me to visit him.”

“I don’t think it’s that E.” Eden huffed and flicked her head. Her long brown hair falling against her back. “Then what?” Mikayla shrugged. “It has been three years.”

“Couldn’t have changed his opinion of us too much…could it?” Mikayla shrugged. “Maybe I don’t know.” Eden handed back the joint and Mikayla took a drag. “None of the girls have seen him either.”

“Well I don’t know what to tell you Eden. You know where he lives. You know where he works. If you’re so concerned about him and his opinion of us then go see him.” Eden looked at Mikayla and nodded. “I might.” Mikayla scoffed but then heard Simone call dinner. Eden got up and looked back to Mikayla. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Eden nods and leave the room. Leaving Mikayla to her own thoughts until she finally got up and went out. She sat down at her usual place at the table and smiled to everyone else. The scars from her Glasgow grin stretching.

 Alyssa sat on the bed, reading as Simone entered the room. She took off her shirt and unclipped her bra before finding one of Alyssa’s shirts and slipping it on with a pair of sleep shorts.  “I always love you in my shirts.” Alyssa said as Simone walks to the bathroom swaying her hips. Alyssa leans towards the door as she watches Simone wrap her hair in a scarf. Once she is done she walks towards the bed. Alyssa bites her lip and marks her page with her finger and watched as Simone crawled up the king bed. Alyssa spread her legs and Simone came in between them. Pressing her nose against Alyssa’s neck. Alyssa let out a breathy sigh and lifted Simone’s chin. Simone looked at her with her large chocolate brown eyes. “I love you.” Simone smiled. “I love you too.” They kissed. Their mouths moving together in perfect sync. Simone pulled away and laid next to Alyssa. “What you reading?” Simone looked at the cover and rolled her eyes. “Catcher in the rye again?” Alyssa smirked and shrugged. “I love Holden what can I say.” Simone moved and laid on her back. Looking at Alyssa out of the corner of her eye. “What?” Alyssa’s bright green eyes studied her girlfriend. “Nothing.” Simone sat up again and kissed Alyssa on the cheek before turning and falling asleep. Alyssa smiled and continued to read her book. Once she knew Simone was asleep she placed her book on the nightstand before she left the room and walked around the house. Checking on Rayla and making sure that she was asleep and not reading. Made sure all of the dogs were in their beds or near them and that all the doors were locked. She walked to the second floor window that went onto the roof and saw that it was wide open. She walked towards it and looked up and to the side. Eden sat on the attic roof smoking a cigarette and looking out into the woods that surrounded their house. Alyssa sighed and climbed out sitting next to Eden silently. She tipped her head back and looked at the stars that littered the sky. “Why hasn’t he come and seen us yet?” Alyssa looked over at Eden and sighed as she sees that she had been crying. “You know how he is. He may not think you want him to come back.” Eden sighed and rubbed her eye. Smudging mascara but she didn’t really seem to care. “He should know how we feel by now about him. At least Mikayla and I.”

“Simone and I like him too. You two just stole away all of his attention. Besides Simone didn’t really have time to get to know him. Having Rayla and all.” Eden nodded as she laid down. Her sweater blocking the harsh shingles. “Besides you have Marcus, and Esai.” Eden shrugged. “He’s different though. I don’t know.” Alyssa nodded and they sat in silence before Eden started to cry. “I miss him so much.” She chokes out as Alyssa pulls her to her side. Eden tucks right into her and Alyssa sighs as she listens to her friend sob. She quiets after a while and looks up at Alyssa. “I’ll take you to bed.” Eden nods and stands silently. Alyssa follows suit and guides Eden down to the window. Watching her climb back into the house she pads to her room. Alyssa hears Adonis shift on her bed and Alyssa walks forward. Eden has her back turned to her. Her hair is parted down the back giving a view of her YR tattoo on the back of her neck. The sweater that she wore was obviously a mans as it reaches Eden’s knees. She pets Adonis but with the sleeves of the sweater covering her hands. She turns back to look at Alyssa and nods. Alyssa nods back and closes the door. She goes back to her room to see Simone sprawled across the bed. Her mouth was open and her face was squished against the pillow. Alyssa smiled and strode to the bed, leaning forward she kissed Simone’s cheek. Simone smiles and rolls over tucking her arm under her pillow. Alyssa climbs in next to her and falls asleep soon after.

 “Alright sweety time to get up.” Simone kissed Rayla’s face and watched as her daughter turned over. She her eyes opened revealing the only part of her father that anyone could see. Blue eyes stared back into brown ones. Simone smiled and Rayla sat up and stretched her arms into the air. Yawning she turned and smiled lazily at her mother and climbed out of bed. Simone’s Corgi Julian hopped off of Rayla’s bed and followed the four-year-old to the bathroom and sat dutifully outside the door. Simone walked down the stairs and saw that all three girls were already gone. Simone shrugged and whistled. 5 dogs not including Julian came running to the back door. 2 German Shepard’s (Alyssa’s) , a pitbul (Eden’s) , a French bulldog(Mikayla’s) and a great dane (Simone’s) sat waiting patiently to be let out. “One at a time c’mon.” Simone reached over Hermes (the great dane) and opened the door. The dogs went running into the backyard. Fenrir and Starla (the german shepards) immediately jumped into the pool to cool off while the other dogs either peed or went and searched the grounds. Simone closed the door and went upstairs. Knocking on the bathroom door she heard Rayla scramble to open it. Once the door was open Rayla sat down on the stool and Simone set to work on controlling her daughters nappy hair. Braiding it and gelling it so that it stayed intact. Rayla sits still with her head buried in a book. Waiting patiently for her mother to be done. After an hour Rayla’s hair is all organised in braids. Simone looks into the mirror and shrugged realising she will have to fix it later. She walks into the kitchen and prepares Rayla and hers breakfast.

Simone opened the back door to the car and looked back at Rayla who was having some difficulty undoing her seatbelt. “Need some help there little one?” Rayla looks up and smiles wide at Clay as he reaches into the car and unbuckles her belt. Rayla climbs out and hugs Clay. He returns the hug and Rayla runs to Juice who picks her up. “Your braids look really pretty little one.” Rayla shyly tucks her head into Juice’s shoulder and mutters a thank you. Clay turns to Simone. “So how have you been? Haven’t seen you in a while.” They walk over to the clubhouse following Rayla and Bobby. “Fine. Busy with Rayla having school. I keep getting called into work. Mother’s day coming up and all.” Clay nodded and they walked into the clubhouse. “Wha’ hole did you crawl out of?” Tig yells as he strides to Simone and hugs her. Simone rolled her eyes. “If you missed me so much why don’t you come by the house?” The three men turn and shrug. Simone rolls her eyes and sighs as she watches Rayla talking to one of the sweetbutts. “Don’t want to disturb your girls haven.” Rayla nods and walks to the bar. “Just a coke please.” The croweater nods and grabs her a coke. “Here’s a juice box for Rayla if she wants it.” Simone nods and calls her daughter over. Poking a hole into the box she hands it to her daughter and watches as she runs back to the sweetbutt with the straw in her mouth. Alyssa walks into the clubhouse covered in grease and smiles at Simone. Her stark white teeth standing out against the brown grease. “Hey babe.” Alyssa walks to the bar and the croweater prepares her a shot. Alyssa takes it and places the glass back down raising her hand in a ‘no thanks’ gesture when the croweater offered another one . Alyssa goes to kiss her girlfriend but Simone raises her hand. Ending with Alyssa kissing it and getting grease on her hand. She looks at her hand and gestures to Alyssa. “Exact reason why you are not kissing me until you wash up.” Alyssa’s head falls back and she groans as she goes to one of the dorms to shower. “You are heartless.” Clay says jokingly causing Simone to smile. Eden trudged into the room and flopped down on the couch. “Can someone get me a shot? Dealing with your bullshit is annoying.” Jax, Bobby and Tig walk into the clubhouse. Jax was fuming and looked over at Eden. Eden looked up at him and rolled her eye. “You knew?” Clay’s brow knit and he tilted his head. “Knew what?” Eden titled her head so she could look at her father. Clay sucked in a breath, his hands balled into fists as his eyes went wide.  Simone squinted her eyes. Trying to figure out if it was the lighting that made Eden look like she had a black eye.  “That Nords are trying to sell crank in Charming. Didn’t think that was pressing news since they are trying to do it all the time.”

“Wendy got a hold of some E!” Eden turned and shot up. Her nose was obviously slightly broken and a black eye was forming under both eyes.  She looked Jax up and down before saying in a low voice. “What your junkie of an ex wife is doing to Abel has nothing to do with me. Maybe you should have checked on the whore.” Jax was breathing heavy now. His fists clenched as he looked at his little sister. “When did you get here?” Eden was now looking at Simone who was playing with the straw from her coke in her mouth. “Like ten minutes ago.” Eden nodded. “You can vouch that I didn’t know any of this shit.”

“Your best friend is Darby.”

“I haven’t talked to him since he went into Chino Daddy.” Eden yelled as she excepts a drink from Tig. She knocks it all back and looks back at Clay. “Oh.”

“Yea oh. Forget it. I’m gonna go to Oakland. Wanna come Simone?” Simone waved her hand and Eden walked out. “What happened?” Alyssa asked as she walked in. Still drying her fohawk. Rayla runs to her and Alyssa lifts her. Rayla grabbed Alyssa around the neck and buried her face in her neck. “It’s ok baby.”

“They went to the hairy dog and Eden was there. Kicked the shit out of some guy and left.”

"Why?"

“Wendy OD’d, had Abel ten weeks early.” Simone covered her mouth with wide eyes. “Jax Oh my god I’m so sorry.” Jax nods and continues, “He’s got Eden and Mom’s heart problem and a tear in his abdomen. He’s going in for surgery on his stomach.”

" Guess he used to be Eden’s friend cause she stood up for him and tried to pull Jax off. He knocked her in the nose with his elbow. That’s why her nose was broken.” Simone sighed. Knowing Eden’s drinking problem and that the bloodhound was an Aryan bar she had taken to. “Looked like Jax took out one of his balls.”

“Someone is going to have to drive her bike back. I made her ride bitch on mine.” Simone smirked and walked past Jax. “Watch Rayla for me. I might be a bit.” Simone put her hair up as she walks and checks her phone. She messages Eden telling her that she is getting her bike. Just as she walks past Floyd’s she sees Eden and Marcus whiz past. Simone rolls her eyes but continues to walk to the Hairy Dog. She walks in and feels the room stiffen and not move. “I need Eden Morrow’s keys to her bike.”

“She’s fine Aaron. She’s one of Eden’s Nigger friends.” Simone stiffens and looks towards the voice she knows so well. The way that it lowers slightly when he says ‘nigger’ shows he is uncomfortable to call Simone that. Simone looks at Ernest Darby as he walks to the bar. Her eyes following his every move. He grabs the keys off of the bar and walks to Simone. “When was she here.” Simone grabs the keys out of his hand and walks off. Darby standing there dumbfounded. She walked towards the bike quickly and started it. Backing it out she sees Darby walk into the back lot. “Simone.” She turns and whizzes past him and out onto the street. She sped to TM and parked hastily. She ran in and grabbed Alyssa’s hand. Pulling her with her. Alyssa almost falls but soon catches her footing and follows. “What Simone?” Simone pulls her into Opie’s dorm and takes a deep breath. “Darby was at the Hairy Dog.”

“Did you talk to him?” Alyssa asked her dark eyebrows knitting together. “No, I ran. He came out but I was on Eden’s bike already.” Alyssa nods. “We can’t tell Eden. We need to wait to see if he will see her.”

“He’s been out for two weeks, he was asking about her. When she was there and I ran.” Simone whines looking at Alyssa. “No Simone. It will only hurt her more.” Alyssa says as she stares at her woman.

 “Another shot Morrow?” Eden nodded and looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing all the Aryan men behind her she felt slightly out of place. She had always been comfortable in here when Ernest was around. But this was the only bar that gave her alcohol due to her age. Only being twenty years old she would have had to go to the clubhouse to drink or back home and neither were an option at the current moment. The door was shoved open and Jax strut in. He walked up to Quentin and punched him straight in the nose. Eden stiffened as Jax hit him again. He takes the pool que that Quentin was using and shoves it right on his balls. Eden hears a sickening pop and Boddy pulls his gun and points it straight at Bruce. “Selling crank to my pregnant ex wife?”

“Jax stop.” Jax is hitting Quentin again and Eden runs forward. She tries to grab Jax but he elbows her straight in the face. Eden falls to the ground holding her nose and watching the blood pour out of it. She looks up to see Chibs pulling Jax off of him. “Enjoy your lunch.” Bobby then looks down at Quentin. “Sishkiballs are on us.” With his gun still trained on Bruce and some other guy he helped Eden up and watched as she stormed to the bar. She dug in her purse and laid a fifty on the table before drinking the rest of her drink and placing it on the table. Blood stained the ice cubes. “Sorry about the mess Aaron.” She turns and follows Bobby. She walks over to her bike but Jax grabs her. “Hell no. You are not riding back with your nose bleeding.”

“Oh, and I wonder why that is. Piss off Jax.” Jax picks up his sister and put her on the bike in front of him. He starts it and backs out. Eden leaned forward a little pleased that she was this small. She held her nose and felt it slowly stop bleeding. She removes her hands and sighs as she looks down at the blood. She then grabs her brothers arm quickly as he turns into the lot of TM. He parks and moves back slightly as Eden shoves herself off of the bike. She turns to walk away but suddenly turns and punches Jax in the jaw. She turns and storms into the clubhouse. Everyone is focused on someone at the bar. Eden flops on the couch and takes a dep breath. “Can someone get me a shot? Dealing with your bullshit is annoying.” Jax walked in. His mouth had a small speckle of blood and his lip was split. “You knew?” Eden rolled her eyes as she dug into her purse and grabbed herb mini first aid kit. She took the mini listerine bottle filled with alcohol and a cotton pad. She put a small bit of alcohol on and pressed it to the underside of her nose. She wiped the blood off and sighed as she pulled out a band aid and placed it at the bridge of her nose. She grasped her nose between her thumb and forefinger and snapped it back in place. Jax and Chibs watched the whole thing and Eden grunted in pain. “Knew what?” Eden turned and looked at her father. She could tell her nose was bleeding again but she didn’t care. A sweetbutt gave her a half full glass of whiskey on ice and she nodded her thanks. Taking a large swig she looks back up at her Dad who is looking at Jax.

“That the Nords were and are trying to sell crank in Charming. Didn’t think it was pressing news since they always are.”

“Wendy got a hold of some E!” Eden stiffened and stood. Sizing up her brother she growled at him, “what Wendy does to Abel is not my fault, maybe you should have checked on her more.” Jax’s hands turned into fists and she smirked. It was a sort of hobby of hers pissing off her older brother. “You’re best friends with Darby.”

“I haven’t talked to Ernest since he went into Chino. Per his request might I add.” Eden looked to the bar and saw Simone watching the scene, playing with her straw. “When did you get here?” Simone’s head lazily looked towards the clock. “Ten minutes ago.” Eden nods and turns back to Jax and Clay. “Forget it. I’m going to Oakland.” Eden turned and walked out of the shop. She opened her purse and went on her phone. Speed dialing Marcus. “Can you come get me?”

“Yea I’m thirty minutes away. Where?”

“The shop.” She hung up and smiled drunkenly as she walks to her tattoo parlour. She goes to the back and grabs a bottle of tequila in the back and takes a giant swig. The bell chimed after a few minutes and she looked to see Marcus. “You’re blurry.”

“Jesus Christ, what happened?” Eden touched the bandage on her nose and shrugged. “Jax elbowed me in the face. It was an accident.” She giggles and hiccups. Marcus sighed and approached her. She stood and stumbled into him. “My god nina how much have you had to drink?”

“Well I went to the dog… then had a half glass of whiskey…” She raises the bottle and hiccups giggling she lifts the tequila bottle. “…and now I’m drinking this.” Marcus takes the bottle from her gently and sighs as he pulls her to him. “C’mon nina. I’ll take you back home.”  Eden stumbles back. “No, no, no. I don’t wanna go back home. All I do is cry at home.” Marcus sighs as he pulls his woman to him and kisses the top of her head. “You’re ok.” Eden sighed as she felt his warmth. “You still have clothes at my house. Do you have any appointments tomorrow?” Eden stumbled to the counter and flipped one of the pages. She grabbed her glasses and placed her finger on the page following it. “No.” Marcus nodded and came behind Eden kissing her neck and feeling warm as she let out a pretty sigh. She ground her butt against him and Marcus pulled away. “Maybe when we get home.” Eden smiled and skipped to the door. Marcus grabbed her purse and opened her phone. Scrolling to the media that said mom he sent a text saying she was going to be at him house with an M to let her know who it was. Gemma sent back alright and Marcus put her phone back in her purse. He walked out into the shops parking lot and saw Eden leaning against his bike smoking a cigarette. Marcus walked to her and took the cigarette out of her mouth before taking a drag himself. “Hop on.” Eden put on her helmet that Marcus kept for her and swung her leg around. Marcus did the same and started the bike. Eden held onto him with one arm as she rested her head against his kutte. She took another drag from the cigarette and felt the wind blowing against her as they drove down main. She hiccupped when they passed Floyd’s and kept consciousness til they reached Marcus’ house.

 Mikayla leaned against the outside of the ring as she watched Happy and Tig bare knuckle fight. Clay cheered next to her. She looked over to see Simone and Alyssa making out. Bobby started talking about guns. Mikayla turned to walk away when she heard. “What if we don’t rebuild?” The group paused and Mikayla turned. “What do you mean?” Clay asked. Jax went on to explain and Mikayla looked at her father. Chibs shrugged and Mikayla heard Clay say something along the lines of everything being up in the air. Mikayla sighed as she felt a muscular arm wrap around her shoulder. “When you wanna go home?” Alyssa slurred. Her breath wreaking of coolers. For a woman who was very butch she did drink really girly drinks. “Whenever you and Simone want to go.” Alyssa shrugged and kissed Mikayla on the cheek. Mikayla laughed as Alyssa grabbed a beer from the prospect half sack and walked over to Simone. Kissing her again. The men watched. As they always did and Mikayla walked off. Finding something to entertain herself.

 Alyssa woke up to Simone curled into her side. A sweetbutt at her back. She tapped the sweet butts ass. She woke up and looked at Alyssa with tired eyes. “C’mon sweetheart. You gotta go.” The sweetbutt nodded and stood. Dressing quickly and leaving the room. Alyssa adjusted closer to Simone and sighed and Simone gave a little moan. Even through her hangover she could feel herself getting wet. From what she could remember the threesome was hot last night. That little sweetbutt had potential. Alyssa took a deep breath before removing herself from Simone. She turned and opened the drawer seeing her brand. Her and Opie switched between the room. When Donna wasn’t being a homophobic cunt she would come to the clubhouse in the old days. Before Opie went to jail. He didn’t come around much anymore. She understood. She pulled a smoke out with her thin lips and reached for the zippo on the table. She lit the smoke and took a drag. She blew it out and then rested her forearm on her forehead. She laid her other arm across the pillow and played with one of Simone’s dreds. She felt Simone shift. Rolling onto her girlfriend and kissing her neck. Alyssa moaned and Simone smiled against her neck. Her full lips kissed along Alyssa’s thin neck and hard jawline. Her head lifted and a ray of sun flashed through the curtains. Her eye caught the light and for a moment and Simone saw a forest made out of Alyssa’s evergreen eyes. Her jaw pulled taut against the skin and Simone quickly darted forward and nipped the skin under her jaw. Alyssa sighed breathily and Simone’s hands started to wander Alyssa’s body. Running gently along the sides and feeling the curve of her breasts. Alyssa’s head turned. The pitch black of her hair showing truly as light didn’t filter through the top. Alyssa kissed her and Simone moaned. She kissed back. Alyssa’s hands glided over her body and Alyssa moaned. Feeling the rings catching her nipples. Sending sparks of pleasure. She turned and looked at Alyssa. Alyssa smirked as she kissed Simone. Someone knocked on the door and Alyssa groaned as she rolled over. “What?”

“Just making sure that someone was in there before I come in. Sorry.” Half sac said as they heard him walk away. Alyssa smiled and Simone groaned. “When was the last time we had sex?”

“I don’t know a month maybe?” Simone craned her neck up and kissed Alyssa hungrily. Alyssa kissed back but pulled away soon after. “We should go pick up Rayla.” Simone nodded and the pair crawled out of bed and dressed. As they walked out of the clubhouse Alyssa looked around for the sweetbutt they had last night. Not seeing her Alyssa shrugged it off and walked to her bike. Simone walked to the car and the two went to Unser’s.

 Simone sipped on her lemonade and watched her daughter admire herself in the mirror of the jewelry store. “She’s gonna look so pretty when we can take out those plain silver balls.” Della Unser said admiring her great grand daughter. “She looks good with the silver balls too.” Della nods and watches Alyssa who is looking at a case. “What she looking at?” Simone shrugged and resumed talking to the woman who was piercing her daughter’s ears. Della watched Alyssa carefully as she threw glances at Simone every now and again making sure that she wasn’t coming over. Della had her suspicions but kept quiet as she helped shush Rayla who was tearing up a bit from getting the second and last hole done. Rayla took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. Simone smiled and congratulated her daughter. Rayla hopped down and ran to Alyssa who quickly went to meet her daughter by choice. She picked her up and walked over to the pair. Smiling a wide smile. “Ready?” Simone nodded and they left the store.

 “Eden you gotta wake up.” Eden groaned and tried to press the pounding headache away. Marcus kissed her freckled cheek and watched as the morning sun rays peeked through the curtains. Showing her tan skin. “I have to leave soon hermosa.” Eden smiled slightly at him calling her beautiful and peeked at him with one eye. He was always beautiful in the morning. His tired eyes and the way he slurred his English with him heavy voice always made Eden feel warm inside. She reached out a hand and smoothed down some stray hairs Marcus leaned forward and kissed Eden gently. “You got anyone to call?”

“I can call Laroy. Meet him at the bakery.” Marcus nodded got out of bed. Eden pulled the silk sheets closer to her form and Marcus bit his lip. Studying Eden. She had been going on a binge. She had a tremor to her that Marcus knew well. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. Though that didn’t make her any less beautiful. “Nina, you need to lay off the booze.”

“Blame Ernest.” Marcus nodded. Having remembered her drunk ramblings about her best friend not visiting her. “He will come see you Eden. You two always have a way of finding each other.” Marcus said as he dressed. He slipped on his kutte and went back on the bed. Kissing her before leaving. Eden turned and looked around for her purse. She found it right under her hand. She rolled onto her stomach and grabbed her phone. Scrolling to Laroy she pressed call and listened to it ring. “Hello?”

“It’s Eden, can you pick me up at the bakery in like an hour? Bring me back home?” A sigh came from the other end and then a chuckle. “Yea see you in like an hour.” Eden smiled and hung up before crawling out of bed. She slipped on Marcus’ shirt and walked to the kitchen. She made coffee and made herself a cup. Crawling onto the counter she opened the cabinet and reached to the top taking out an ibuprofen bottle and taking out two pills. She put it back and sat on the counter. Placing the pills in her mouth she pulled a face tasting the gross powder. She quickly took a gulp of coffee and smiles as she relaxes. She then goes back to the room and closes the drawer. She goes to the drawer that is filled with her clothes and chooses an outfit. She looked at her butt and smiled before finishing her coffee. She then shoves her feet into her converse and walks out the door. Locking it behind her as she places her Ray Benz over her eyes.