#the first time i played i kept betting big and went broke cuz i got natural blackjack. went to special stage and THEN

[aria0fgold]

Playing the blackjack minigame with Cain and I am fighting for my life and also starting to hate the number 10.

[freakynct]

my biggest fantasy is daddy jaehyun and johnny caught me playing w myself and they punish me then fuck me w a lot of degrading ps:im shy so i want the reader to be someone whos like shy but freaky lmaoo PLS MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS 🥺🥺 love all of ur writings btw

i'm so incredibly sorry for taking ages to reply to this request but finally here it is! thank you so much bby ♡

you found yourself walking around the house, alone, in silence and bored. both of your boyfriends had gone to work and you were stuck home with nothing to do. you ended up laying in bed, your body looking considerably small on top of the king size mattress and you rolled around, touching the unmade sheets that still had the smell of johnny and jaehyun and suddenly images of the night before started flashing in your mind and you felt your panties soaking up from the thoughts. you let out a whiny sigh and rolled over again so you were now laying on your back, your fingers running up your thighs until they reached the hem of jaehyun's white button up which was all you were wearing today.

you felt needy and your boyfriends weren't there to satisfy you the way they did last night, so your only option was to do it yourself, even tho you were breaking a very serious rule. but for some reason that only made you more excited, your fingers feeling you up over your thin panties, a small sigh escaping between your lips. you pushed the fabric aside, letting your fingers explore between your folds, spreading around your arousal and you started circling over your clit, whimpering at the feeling of your tension being released. you imagined that it was johnny's fingers touching you instead of your own, just like he had done the night before and without realizing, you already had your two digits buried inside you, thrusting slowly against your warm walls but it wasn't enough. it didn't feel like johnny's fingers and it didn't reach nearly as deep as johnny's fingers. you whined in frustration because it didn't matter how close to orgasm you got, you weren't able to actually cum just with your fingers and that's when you realized how much your body craved the two men.

"look at this. we leave you alone for a few hours and this is what you do." you immediately stopped what you were doing as you heard jaehyun's voice and you sat up, pulling his shirt down to cover yourself, your cheeks quickly turning a bright shade of red.

"you're not gonna say anything, baby? hm? you're embarrassed you were caught playing with your little pussy?" johnny came forward, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing your chin to make you look at them, your head nodding, slightly.

"you should be. you're such a naughty little girl. couldn't even wait until we got home." jaehyun joined johnny on the bed and his thumb caressed over your burning cheek. "you know you have to be punished, don't you?"

"yes, daddy." your voice sounded weak and you still refused to make eye contact with them. johnny grabbed you by your arm and threw you over his lap, your ass perked up in the air and you felt jaehyun's fingers pulling your panties down.

"she's soaking. you were probably so close to cumming, weren't you slut?" jaehyun chuckled as he stared into your wet folds, glistening in the dim light of the room.

"what do you say, jae? how many spankings does this little whore deserve?" you felt johnny's hand caressing over your bum, kneading at the flesh.

"give her twenty." you whining at the sound of the number, your body squirming and your eyes desperately looking at jaehyun's, that was now squatted down in front of you. "what baby? you don't like the sound of that?" he smirked looking at your facial expressions and you shook your head. "too bad."

and suddenly you were feeling johnny's palm smacking your ass, so hard that the sound echoed through the walls. he gave you no breaks, the spankings followed one after the other and the pain was starting to sting more and more. by the 15th spanking, you had tears falling down your face and your body was starting to shake, jaehyun holding your hair in his fist, pulling your head up so he could admire you while you cried out in both pain and pleasure.

you took a deep breath when johnny applied the last smack to your ass, the skin completely red and bruised and you could feel it burning. you let your body melt onto his lap but they didn't give you much time to recover, jaehyun lifting you up and throwing you on the bed.

your eyes were kept closed but you could still feel jaehyun's fingers traveling up your slit. "i think she got even wetter with the spanking. you love getting punished, don't you slut?" and after having no response from you, jaehyun slapped your thigh, your body jolting up. "when someone asks you a question you answer. have you lost your manners too?" he tilted his head to the side and you opened your eyes to look up at him.

"no daddy. i'm sorry." you apologize and you heard johnny chuckle behind jaehyun.

"oh you will be. cuz now we get to use that little pussy of yours and you're gonna take it like a good girl, right?" johnny kneeled on the bed next to you, pulling your body up.

"yes daddy. please use me." you begged and johnny wrapped his big arm around you, pulling you close to him.

"that's my good girl. now we're getting there." he closed the space between you and drew you in for a rough kiss. at the same time that you got lost in johnny's lips you could hear the sounds of jaehyun undressing, his clothes hitting the floor aggressively. suddenly johnny ripped the shirt you were wearing open and you were pretty sure you heard some of the buttons popping off. he slid the button up down your arms and threw it somewhere on the floor, leaving you completely bare, except for your panties, but you were sure they would be gone in a few minutes as well. 

jaehyun broke the kiss between you and johnny by grabbing you and flipping you over to get you in an all fours position. jaehyun brushed the hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. "who do you want to fuck your pussy first?" you suddenly felt your cheeks burning up again, your eyes drifting away from jaehyun's gaze and you heard him chuckle. "she's getting shy." he cooed at you. "it's ok baby, i can just fuck your mouth first while johnny fucks your tight little cunt." you felt johnny's hands grabbing your hips and the tip of his cock brushing against your folds, causing you to whimper.

"i bet you're so desperate to feel daddy's cock inside you. how bad do you want it?" johnny teased his tip against your entrance and you whined.

"so bad daddy, please." you cried out and quickly felt him stretching you out, your hands holding onto the sheets. he wasted no time in starting thrusting inside you, the sound of skin slapping filling up the room. you whimpered and you were remembered of the presence of the other man in front of you, his hand grabbing your hair and pulling your head up, tapping the tip of his cock on your lower lip and you obediently opened your mouth for him to enter. you instantly wrapped your lips around his shaft and before you could start bobbing your head, jaehyun already had a grip of your head, fucking into your mouth as you gagged around him, a few strings of spit falling down the corners of your mouth. the pleasure of being filled at the same time was almost unbearable and as soon as johnny started to speed up his thrusts you knew you were about to cum. you moaned around jaehyun's cock and he removed himself from your mouth, giving you time to catch your breath.

"i-i'm gonna cum… daddy." you cried out as you felt your body shaking.

"dirty little whore. you're so desperate that you're already gonna cum." johnny groaned from behind you, thrusting even faster and it was when jaehyun shoved his cock back into your mouth that you felt the knot inside you snapping, your orgasm washing over you as you whimpered against jaehyun. you felt johnny's thrusts getting sloppy and the fact that your walls had clenched so tightly around him made him come undone as well, his seed filling you up. 

jaehyun removed his cock from your mouth at the same time as johnny and you gasped for air, your arms becoming too weak to support you, making you fall down with your face against the pillows. jaehyun went around you and his hands kept your hips in place, high in the air, as he eased himself in, subsequently pushing johnny's cum even deeper inside you. you whined at the sensitivity you were feeling, jaehyun's hips working fast and hard against you as you looked to your side to see johnny sitting in a chair, holding his now softening cock in his hand as he watched jaehyun fuck you.

"i know you can cum again for me baby, c'mon." he reached a hand around you, his fingers circling your clit quickly and you felt the burning sensation building up inside you again, your fingers holding onto the sheets so tight that your knuckles were starting to turn white. you cried out loud when you felt his tip rub against your sweet spot and soon after you were rushing through your second orgasm, your body shaking uncontrollably and if it wasn't for jaehyun holding your hips up you would have collapsed already. you felt him thrust inside you a few more times before shooting his warm liquid inside you, pulling out of you slowly and finally letting your body fall down onto the mattress, watching a mixture of his and johnny's cum drip out of. 

johnny walked over to you, kneeling beside you on the floor, his hand caressing the small of your back.

"have you learned your lesson, baby?" his voice was a lot sweeter than before and your eyes fluttered open to look at him, nodding your head and whispering a little "yes daddy". you felt jaehyun roll you over and picking you up, causing you to let out a little whine.

"it's ok princess. let's clean you up, ok?" and this is what you loved the most about your daddies. it didn't matter how hard they fucked you or how much they degraded you, at the end of the day you would always be their baby and they would always take care of you.

[futurewriter2000]

Hearless - pt. 11

A/N: I know I’m late to post this but I’ve been so exhausted from my morning shifts. I genuenly hate morning shifts because I am not a morning person and days pass so quickly. One minute I’m asleep, the next I’m awake at work. Anyways, this is a bit “normal” part- it’s like an intro to a good ass part. Hope you like it. 

*Legilimency is the act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings. A person who practises this art is known as a Legilimens. *

XX

You couldn’t decide which shirt to put on for breakfast. If you came down in a T-shirt, then they will ask questions but wearing a sweater in summer isn’t the brightest cover up to come up with. 

“I can just say I’m cold... or something...” you mumbled to yourself as you tugged the sleeves down your hands and bit your lower lip. 

‘I just won’t tell them.’ you told yourself. ‘Just remember what he said to you. Mum and dad already know, so they won’t be a problem but James? He can be such a prick when it comes to my private things.’

---

You walked down the stairs and found Sirius chewing his sandwich toast as he kept reading on the newspapers. “Morning.” he said as he chewed, keeping his eyes on the paper. 

“Morning, Sirius.” you smiled, walking into the kitchen and grabbing yourself a cup to make some coffee. 

It was a simple process every morning; boil water, add sugar, add coffee, pour into the cup, add milk. - And when you have done all of those things, you smiled to yourself at the scent of the wonderful home-made coffee and sat behind the table.

You looked up and saw him staring with one of his eyebrows quirked up. “What?”

“Are you in a sweater?” 

“And here comes yet another marvelous observation, Sherlock Holmes.” you leaned forward, teasing as he rolled back his eyes far back to his head. “Oh yummy.” you reached for his other half of sandwich as he slapped your hand away.

“AH-OI!” he looked at you, all considering serious. “Excuse me, get your own sandwich, lady.”

“Lady?” you scoffed with a laugh. “You owe me, prick. You ate my donuts last time!” you reached again but he took a hold of your wrist and narrowed his eyes at you. “You. Owe. Me.” you narrowed your eyes as well, challenging him into a silent battle of the glares. 

He looked away and let go off your wrist. “Fine.” he threw your wrist away and you gave him a triumphant smirk as your hand reached for the sandwich. “I would have given it to you if you asked nicely, though.” he shrugged, taking another bite.

“Since when do we do nice, Sirius?” you smiled, taking in the bit as he laughed.

“That is awfully sad but true.” he said, letting his smile fade as he swallowed the last peace of food in his mouth. He brushed off his palms and leaned back- then back forward to lean on his elbows as he fumbled with his thumbs. He looked at you.... concern this time. “You should have used my sweater to hide the scars, (y/n). The one I gave you that night with the frog sock. It’s nicely thin, breathable for your skin.” he stood up and grabbed his plate to the sink, grabbing a sponge and opening the water. 

You sat there, stopped to chew and continue to eat. That last bite was hard to swallow when somebody like Sirius told you something like this. You turned your head over your shoulder and looked at him with wide eyes, almost wanting to scream what had happened to you. 

Odd.. this feeling of wanting to confide into somebody about all the things you told yourself you would never in life confide to anybody. 

You stood up and grabbed your coffee mug to the sink, leaning on the counter next to him. 

He stopped washing the dishes, his heartbeat raising as he slowly looked up at you. You crossed your arms over your chest and let your hand travel to his cheek. Your thumb brushed across his cheek as his eyes sent you a flash of desire. 

He blinked a few times, to bring himself back from your touch, shaking his head and scrubbing the plate. “Uh... your boyfriend came over a few nights ago. He gave James a letter to give it to you.” 

You let your hand fall back to your chest, hugging your arms. “Yeah.” you smiled, walking back to the table. “I got it.” you pulled your heels on the edge of your chair and hugged them both. “He was going back to France. Said he would be back after graduation- the last summer before he packs up his things and moves there.” you trailed off, staring at the morning sun. 

“Moves there?” Sirius came back to the table, wiping off his hands with his cloth. 

“Yeah. He decided to live in France, since he was in school most of his life.”

“And you?” he asked, leaning on the chair and staring  at you with intense blazing eyes. 

“What about me?” you gave him a soft smile.

“Will you move in with him?” 

“No.” you laughed. “He wanted me to but I told him we already broke up, so it was useless going back together and moving across the world to France. I don’t even know the language, though I do know some words.” you let out a soft giggle that made Sirius stiffen up. 

He shook himself off jealousy. “You two broke up?” he sat back down. 

“Yeah. That “first date”- was me telling him we kissed and he was so pissed at me from cheating on him that he broke up with me before storming away.” 

“Why would you tell him?” 

You shot your head to him in wonder. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

“I mean, the two of you would still be together. I wouldn’t tell.”

“I didn’t want to be together with somebody when I kissed you, Sirius.” you furrowed your eyebrows at him as he continued to stare with no expression. “Relationship is about trust and loyalty... and truth. I told him because he deserved to know.”

“But it was just a kiss.” 

You let out a soft laugh, standing up and walking to the sink. You grabbed a glass from the cabinet and turned on the pipe. “It wasn’t just a kiss to me.” you mumbled, knowing fair well he had heard you clearer than ever. 

Your whole chest was burning from the fire your heart caused. It was painfully quiet and it was that same pain that made your eyes focus on the cold water flowing from the pipe.

“I’M COMING IN SO IF YOU TWO ARE SNOGGING PLEASE STOP!” James shouted as he covered his eyes with his hands and walked blindly into the kitchen and peeping through his fingers to see if it was safely innocent for his eyes. “Oh, thank God. Morning.”

“Really, James.” you smiled, walking past him to sit back to the table. 

“Might as well make the two of you suffer for that.” he grabbed himself a cup and a teapot, bringing it to the table. “Why are you wearing a sweater? It’s boiling here.”

“Cuz I enjoy sweaters. It’s Britain, James. It’ll get cold sooner or later.” you hugged yourself and continued to watch him sit down and take a sip of his tea. “Plus, mum and dad went on some errands. Said they’d be back soon.” 

“Yeah, I know. Dad left me a note on the desk- oh that reminds me.” he turned to Sirius. “He also said we’d have to go get something into town tonight before five. Said it’s urgent and well, who else to trust with urgent things then his eldest son.” James puffed out his chest and winked. 

“Pompous brother?” you rolled your eyes as he continued to play his child-like smile on his lips.

“That I am not afraid to admit.”

“Good thing-”

“Blimey!” your father apparated into the room with a few bags in his hands and looked up at his three children.”Morning, you three.” he said as he trotted to the kitchen and placed down some of the bags. “Your dear old mother will never let me come home in less than two bags.” he started to unpack the groceries.

“Hey dad, you’re early.” you said as your father looked over his shoulder and smiled at you.

“I know. Got things done earlier. Your mother, however, ran into that- what’s her name again- Mina?” 

“Nina?”

“Yes, her. Her mother and obviously they hopped their way into the tea land.”

“I bet they’re talking about sexy men from Cuba.” James started to tease, making both of you and Sirius laugh. “Nina’s mum is probably telling mum about the man who would be perfect for her.”

“Oh, James, my dear boy.” he walked back to him, tapping his shoulder. “If you ever want that new broom of yours, you’ll be smart enough to shut your mouth.” 

“Gee dad. It’s only jokes.” James lifted his hands in defeat and sent Sirius a wink. 

“This is for you, deary. Just like you said.” your father trotted to you and placed down two large books. “These two were the most recommended.”

“Thanks dad, you took the books and opened the first one.”

Sirius and James exchanged glances, both furrowing their eyebrows like two identical set of twins. “What is this?”

“Books.”

“Bravo, Sherlock.”  Sirius looked at you, giving you an amusing smile before you sent him a smile of your own. He reached for one book in your hands and tore it away as James grabbed the second one and started flipping through it. 

“Legilimency”” Sirius felt more confused then ever.

“Dreams interpretation?”  James was right behind him.

“Haven’t you told them yet?” your father said from the kitchen.

“Told us what?” James asked.

“I had the weirdest dreams last night.” you rubbed your eyes and looked at both of them. “Like there was Remus in them-”

“Oh, Pads, watch out-” James started to tease meanwhile both you and Sirius rolled your eyes in sync.

“Shut up, James.” you cut in. “It was so odd though- like I was a deer and I had a mouse on my head- like a massive fat mouse.” you started to show with your hands the size of your hands as Sirius and James started to process your words, growing more nervous than ever. “And then there was a big black dog in front of me- really ugly looking.”

“Excuse me?!” Sirius exclaimed, widening his eyes before feeling a slap of James’ hand on top of his mouth. He sent James a glare and James gave him back an apologetic look. 

You drew your eyebrows together and gave them a suspicious look. They were acting odder than usual. “Anyhow...” you trailed off, trying to go back to your dreams. “That dog turned into you-” you gestured to Sirius, giving him a teasing smile. “Which explains the ugliness.”

“And then I’m the rude one- really James? You call me the rudest out of here?” Sirius gave James another glare as James laughed nervously. 

“And you looked at me and said if we throw Worm into the lake and let him change in mid air so he can do a canon ball... or something???” you laughed, burying your head into your palms and looking back up at their crooked smiles. 

“Hahahaha!” James forced a laugh. “Worm... Why would- why would- uh, we- uh call a rat worm? Hahahha!” 

“I think... she said mouse, James.” Sirius corrected him.

“MOUSE! Yeah... mouse... that. Not rat... mouse on a stag...”

“I said deer.”

“Well they’re both the same thing..” James started to get a bit offended. 

“Then if I would be a deer, I’d be a doe, not a stag.”

James pursed his lips together and breathed hard through the nose. “Alright... doe then. It still doesn’t explain the books.”

“Doesn’t it though?” you stood up to get the books from both of their grasp, which was lot easier despite they were...well, James and Sirius.  “I’m looking for a meaning.”

“The dog might be an omen?” your father sat beside you, wiping his hands with a cloth. “Like a ghost, perhaps. I mean, don’t you call Sirius Padfoot, James?” he looked at James as James and Sirius looked at each other with wide eyes. “ In Lancashire they call the black dog many things. From Grim to Padfoot and since Sirius was the one who turned into-”

“WOW DAD!” James boomed throughout the room, clapping his hands and standing up. “That’s a great history lecture but me and Paddy here will go to get ourselves ready for that...uh.... urgent thing you gave us.” he sent both of you finger guns and pulled Sirius to his feet. “Let’s go... Sirius.” he pushed him forward, out of the room, up the stairs and into their room. He locked the door behind him.

James turned to Sirius, who was running his hands through his hair nervously. James waved his hands at him, as if he was screaming at Sirius but in reality only came out in loud whispers. “HOW DOES SHE-”

“DID YOU TELL HER?”

“OF COURSE I DID NOT TELL HER! DID YOU TELL HER?!”

“NO I DID NOT TELL HER!”

“You sure?!”

“Why would I tell her!?!”

“I don’t know, maybe because you fancy her!”

“Prongs, will you stop mentioning that! I didn’t tell her!”

“Then who did-”

“It’s your memory, Prongs! You told her!”

“...” James stood there quiet, like a linden statue, staring at his best friend as his brain tried to process it. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. “OH MY GOD-” he started to punch Sirius from the realiasation. “WHAT IF IT’S A TWIN THING! OH MY- DO YOU THINK WE’RE TELEPATHIC!”

“James...”

“MATE! Mate.. mate..” James smiled broadly at his best friend. “How cool would it be if we are actually those twins that can telepathically communicate-”

“James...”

James slapped his hand on his mouth. “Oh- what if she’s listening to me right now.”

“JAMES!” Sirius took James’ shoulders and shook him. “Calm down, for crying out loud. You’re not telepathic. I think she is- sort of.” he shrugged as James kept watching him. “I think she’s a Legilimen.”

[ninjakasuga]

Sonally Celebration Week, Year 3, Day 2: Mystery

Day two has come for the celebration of one of the best furry OTP’s ever~. @gojira007 ‘s celebration blog @boundforfreedomsonsal of Sonic and Sally continues and here’s my second entry. Enjoy all~

Sonsally Week, Year Three!!

Day 02: Mystery

Foreword: This episode is still set in the Archie-Verse depicted in my fics of last year and day one’s story. This one is set some years after the fall of Eggman, when peaceful times finally settled on Mobius for the first time in ages. Of course, peace doesn’t always equate to ‘easy’, especially when babysitting two spirited scamps.

“Sonia, Manic- WHERE THE FREAKING BLEEP ARE YOU?!!” Shouted an irate, and clearly frustrated blue hedgehog as his right eye twitched something horribly. Standing in the town-square of the rebuilt Knothole Village, his gaze shifting back and forth from the trees, and the various huts of the quiet village. While mostly destroyed during one of Dr. Eggman’s devastating attacks; the entire village was rebuilt as it was during the war era of fighting the original Robotnik. With a few Eggman era buildings kept, and one or two new additions. Knothole was mainly a tribute to the village that sheltered the survivors of the fall of the original Mobotropolis, and became home of the resistance that would become the Freedom Fighters. Mostly a standing all-may-come museum to pay homage to the place that started as a Royal Retreat/shelter, but became so much more. A few of the huts were still livable, home away from home for certain members of the Freedom Fighters who occasionally would return to Knothole with their families to celebrate and remember those days.

Today, it was host to a game of hide and seek, giving the two instigators of the game a plethora of hiding places. One that was driving the elder brother of Sonia and Manic Hedgehog, one Sonic the Hedgehog, former hero of Mobius, crazy!

After tapping his foot rapidly for a scant few seconds, Sonic cupped his hands together again and shouted as loudly as he could manage. “MANIC! SONIA! FOR BLEEPING FRACK’S SAKE YOU BETTER GET YOUR BUTTS OUT WHERE I CAN SEE EM’! AIN’T FUNNY NO MORE!” It really wasn’t, Sonic nor his lovely wife, had agreed to hide and seek, but his two younger siblings opted to begin a game without anyone’s consent.

A voice soon called to him, followed by familiar footsteps. “Is there a reason you’re using frack and bleep? Is that a new sibling code of some sort Sonic?”

Speaking of lovely wife’s, there she was. Turning to face his wife, Sonic shrugged with a sheepish expression. “It was censor myself or risk using words I don’t think Mom nor Dad would care for two nine-year-olds to repeat.”

“That is probably for the best.” Agreed Sally, with a tired sigh as a hand went to her rounded stomach. She wasn’t far enough along in her own pregnancy; her movements were not hampered; but the extra weight of the two passengers in her belly was sapping her energy. “Whew, I’ve just been walking but I feel ready to kick back.”

Concerned, Sonic walked over and touched her shoulder. “All the more reason I’m not too happy they started this ‘game’ when I made it clear you can’t be as play-happy as usual because you’re pregnant.”

Shaking her head, Sally reached over to place her hand over his, giving an assuring squeeze as she managed a smile. “They’re just kids, it’s alright Sonic. They probably just want to get some last playtime with us before I’m truly an invalid.”

Sonic had to admit she had a point but his ire was not fully dissolved. “Maybe, but this is still too much. Even Mom n’ Dad told em’ to not get carried away.”

Smirking, Sally lifted an eyebrow as she glanced at her husband. “Sonic, they’re ‘your’ siblings. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. There seems to be an innate sass-o-meter in your family. Pushing buttons seems to be something of a religious doctrine.”

Opening his mouth to counter, Sonic slowly shut it, frowning deeply. “... Fair nuff, but I still say you’ve rubbed off on them if we’re going for sass influence.”

“ME?!” Sputtered Sally, an incredulous frown, forming over her face. Beautiful blue, eyes narrowing almost dangerously. “How pray tell, do I count as a bad influence toward Manic or Sonia?”

Smirking widely as he got her goat, Sonic yanked the chain more, counting off with his fingers. “Well again, you’re the Queen of Sass and not just the Kingdom. When you gotta be right, you will argue til’ the cows come home. Plus you’re good at being playful when you want something, Manny’s baby-of-the-family routine is killer thanks to watching you. N’ Sonia’s all about emulating her Sis-in-law’s fancy mannerisms, and silver tongue. Just the other day she was in trouble and convinced Mom to let her off the hook light with a buncha big words she got from you.”

Almost mirroring Sonic, Sally opened her mouth, then closed it as she thought better of it. “...Touche’, but that doesn’t excuse the bad habits you’ve given them love-of-my-life.”

Laughing, Sonic gave her a big, if careful hug. Letting her have that one as, one it was true, and two, he knew jerking her around too much with hormones a-flame was a bad idea. “Of course, of course, but they also picked up on my coolness factor.”

“Truly…” Replied Sally in a dull, drawl that spoke volumes of how little she believed that. “I just hope our own bundles give us something of a break compared to these two. I can see why your parents are all-too-eager for us to babysit when we can.”

“Knowing us, they’ll drive us insane cuz they’ll be just like us in ways, but we’ll love em’ anyway.” Sonic mused, placing a hand to her belly and leaning in to kiss her gently. Sighing in a content manner, Sally melted into the kiss and hug, feeling a bit of the weight of impending motherhood ease off her shoulders to a degree.

Almost as if on cue, a duo of childish voices are heard uttering, “Eeeew gross!”

Instantly, both Sally and Sonic broke the kiss, angled their heads upward, and pointed as they both cried out in triumphant unison. “AH-HA! THERE YOU TWO SCAMPS ARE!”

“Aw crude!” Muttered Manic, as he and his sister clung to one of the large tree branches, quite a ways up that was connected to one of the tree house type huts.

“Well we gave them the ghost for a good twenty-minutes I’d say we won.” Stated Sonia in a rather faux-haughty manner. The more purple-blue of the two, whipped back her-pink hair? Wait, Sonia was blonde! Plus some of her fur looked more magenta-purple now?

In fact, why was Manic’s fur and quills more of a green-ish tinge than the light-blue they should be? Not to mention that punk-esque quill style... Eyes narrowing, Sonic let go of Sally, zipped into the hollowed out large tree with a hut built around the base. With the same speed, he charged up the ladder within the hollowed out tree, allowing him to come out at the point where the tree-house hut was, and lean out where the landing gave way to a natural, thick tree branch. 

“Oh no, you two did not!”

Putting on the best coy, innocent face he could, Manic twiddled his fingers together in a playful manner. “What’re you talking about Big-Bro?”

“Seriously Sonic, you need to use clear, concise words.” Snickered Sonia.

“You both dyed your hair and fur!” Sonic pointed between each sibling. “Mom’s gonna have kittens!” Growled their elder brother as his mind swam with images of a none-too-pleased Bernadette Hedgehog glaring at her son and daughter-in-law.

Arms crossed, Sally tapped her foot, in a manner not unlike her husband. “You two sneaks lost us to go and do the dye-jobs yourself didn’t you?”

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.” Both twins chorused.

Sighing Sally frowned more. “Manic, Sonia, you do realize your Mother and Father are going to tan the crap out of your hides. They both told you, neither of you could have such radical dye jobs until you were fifteen, thirteen at the earliest if you both proved responsible enough! Plus, Manic, sweetie, why are you intent on making yourself look like Scourge?!”

“Hey!” Manic cried indignantly, a pout forming on his lips. “I just like the color, it’s not my fault Sonic’s scrub of a doppelganger had the same color-job! It screams ‘me’! Plus I don’t have sharp teeth or those evil eyes like he does, plus my quills are cooler lookin!”

“I’ll give you that li’ bro, on the being cooler looking thing, but dam-er dang it!” Sonic grabbed his own head-quills, mussing them up some in frustration. “Urgh Mom n’ Dad ain’t gonna let us watch you two ever again if you pull crap like this again!”

“He’s right.” Sighed Sally, rather dramatically. “We’ll be seen as so irresponsible they will forbid us from ever seeing you again!” She put a hand to her heart, and the other against her head. Truly, piling on the dramatic flair. “They may even question if we’re fit to be parents ourselves and have our babies taken from us.”

While Sonia rolled her eyes, Manic’s went wide as panic took over his earlier nonchalant attitude. “R-really?! We don’t want that!”

“Manny, bro she’s trying to guilt us!”

“Well it’s working! I didn’t wanna get them in that deep of trouble!”

“Manic she’s the QUEEN!! Mom and Dad can’t do jack to her!” His (slighty) older twin argued, seeing her partner-in-crime was about to fold.

“Wanna bet?” Sonic crossed his arms, smirking fully as he saw the sliver of doubt in the two’s eyes. “Mom can be scary when she wants and Dad, Dad is aaaaaaaaaall about the ‘subtle, quiet big stick’ kind of approach.”

Now even Sonia was doubting if they’d gone too far, especially as it pertained to how much trouble this might land her and Manic. Maybe she underestimated her ability to talk her way out of trouble. “M-Maaaybe we got a little carried away?”

“You sure did you two scamps, now if you come with me down the tree, we might ‘might’ convince Mom and Dad to let you both stay the night, and we can wash out the dyes and treat your fur so they never notice.”

Nodding as they both climbed fast, but still safely across the branch to Sonic. The two younger hedgehogs cling onto his legs. “We give, we give!!”

“Smart choice!” Laughed Sally from the ground, smiling at the won tag-team victory of talking the kids into doing their bidding. “If you two behave onward, there might be my special ice cream sundaes after supper.”

“Really?!”

Maybe handling kids wouldn’t be so hard after all? Sally thought before speaking aloud to them. “Cross my heart!”

“N’ you know Sal’s promises are good as gold.” Quipped Sonic as he guided the two once they stood up towards the ladder down to ground level. “Also, expect to help do some chores as further punishment for this stunt.”

“What?! Oh come on big brother-!”

“Nope, nada, don’t even try to talk me down Sonia!” Sonic cut her off as he coaxed first Manic, then Sonia to climb down the ladder. “Sal’s gotta take it easy and I need help doing this and that.”

“But you guys got a staff at the castle to do stuff!” Pipped Manic, his voice echoing through the hollow tree.

“It keeps us honest to do our own chores.” Quipped Sonic, watching them both get halfway before he started down the ladder himself. “Plus if you want us to keep quiet about the dye-thing-.”

“Oh fine!” Both younger hedgehogs huffed, giving up arguing.

“Being a big brother has its perks.” Chuckled Sonic to himself as he made his way down. Maybe in a few years, Sally and he could return the favor and foist their own kids on Manic and Sonia to babysit. Oh the payback will be sweet!

[blackmissfrizzle]

Playing Games

Summary: The reader uses her best seduction techniques on her man.

Pairing: black!reader x Florian Munteanu

Warnings: Smut and creepy dudes 

A/N: Based on this video of Florian admiring some food. 

It was all fun and games until you had to pay up. For his next big fight, Flo had sworn off sex and sweets. At first you thought you could manage and be the supportive girlfriend, but your libido and taste buds were saying, “Hell no!”

Florian said you didn’t have to give up sweets with him, but he wouldn’t budge on the no sex. He wanted to pent up all his energy for his opponent who kept talking shit.

Unfortunately, you only lasted a couple of weeks before the sex ban was getting to you and making you petty. First, Flo thought it was cute how you would flaunt and brag about the delicious goodies you were eating. It wasn’t the first time he gave them up and it wouldn’t be the last time either, but now you were starting to get disrespectful.

It all started when you saw his instastory of him at his favorite bakery, admiring all of the baked goods he couldn’t have, when an evil idea popped into your head.

Florian was frustrated. He hasn’t had any sweets, alcohol, hookah, and most importantly sex in weeks. Also, his opponent up’d his trash talking by talking about how Florian couldn’t handle all the ass you had, and he probably wasn’t dicking you down properly. Never had he ever wanted to beat the living shit out of someone before.

Right now, he needed a reprieve. All he wanted to do was shower, eat dinner, cuddle up with his girl and watch a movie. But once he stepped into the kitchen, he knew he wasn’t laying one finger on you.

When he entered the kitchen, he was greeted to the lovely but torturing sight of you eating a cake from his favorite bakery, dancing in your lacy black and red lingerie set.

Tucking his hands inside the pockets of his gym shorts to keep from reaching out to you, he tried his best to keep his face expressionless as you started to moan at the decadence of the dessert, knowing he was watching you intently.

“Like what you see Mr. Munteanu?” You teased before licking excess icing from your lip.

“Not particularly.” Flo smirked, pushing off the doorway, leaving you in the kitchen pouting.

You followed him up the stairs, admiring his broad back and reminiscing the good times when you used to claw at it.

He turned back at you, raised an eyebrow at you following him and then proceeded to your room. Flo dropped his gym bag with a loud thump and immediately began stripping.

Sitting in the middle of the bed, cris crossed applesauce, you enjoyed the show.

“I know what you’re doing Y/N and it’s not gonna work.”

“Whatever do you mean?” You played coy, your voice going a tinge higher, eyelashes fluttering.

Florian leaned on the bed towards you, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, no longer able to resist you. “I’m frustrated too, baby. But you can’t try to seduce me into sex. Now put on some clothes.”

Jumping from the bed, you stood in front of the giant, trying your best to intimidate him. Florian was the first man to make you feel small, which was hard to do. “What’s gonna happen if I don’t?”

Clenching his fists, Florian did his best not to wrap his hand around your throat because he knew that’s what you wanted. So instead, he glared at you like one of his opponents in the ring and brought his face dangerously close to your face. “Keep on, princess and you won’t walk for a week once this match is over.”

Your dumbass should’ve listened, but you didn’t. Knowing you had to no immediate consequences made you act a fool. Your loungewear got skimper and skimper with each day closer to the fight.

Flo almost got your ass after a night out with your girls, that time wasn’t your fault, but you knew he wanted to out that sexual frustration to use.

Arielle wanted to go out because she just broke up with her trifling ass ex, everyone else was stressed from work, and you were just sexually frustrated. So, naturally alcohol and some ass shaking were in need.

You and the girls were twerking and shouting a bunch of ‘ayyy’, ‘yasss’ and ‘get it, bitch’ when you heard, “Damn I bet Florian don’t know what to with that fatty.”

Whipping your head around you saw that it was Bryan ‘Steelo’ Henderson, the other boxer Flo was fighting, creepily leering at your ass. “Boy, go on somewhere and don’t worry about me and my man. Worry about your upcoming loss,” you eyed him up and down before flipping your hair and dismissing him.

“Nah, your man thinks he’s hot shit cuz he was in one movie, but he ain’t laying a hand on me. I’m knocking him out and then I’ll give you some of this daddy dick and show you how a real man fucks.” Steelo gripped your arm to turn you to him and on instinct you threw your drink in his face.

“Nigga, who the fuck you think you talking to like that?” You were heated and was ready to fuck this Godzilla looking motherfucker, but you weren’t trying to catch a case, so you stuck to cussing his ass out.

The constant buzzing of his phone pulled Florian out of his conversation with Masias. He thought it was Y/N’s friends alerting him that she was drunk, acting a fool and that he needed to come get her.

Instead people were ating him in a live Instagram video of you pointing your fingers in Steelo’s face, arguing with him.

Him his crew hurriedly paid for their unfinished dinner and rushed off to the nearby club. During the whole ride couldn’t stop watching the live and its comments.

Damn, it looks like she about to swing on this nigga.

Florian now you really got to beat his ass now.

Shittttt, I don’t blame my man Steelo shooting his shot. Do you see that wagon????

Oh, I’m buying the fight now. Shit’s about to be WWIII!

“You good, bro” Masias asked from the front, noticing Florian’s leg bounce up and down.

“Yeah. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back once I see him. I’m kinda hoping Y/N gets to him first.” Flo admitted, without looking up from his phone.

A small smile formed on his lips as he watched you argue with Steelo. He knew you weren’t too far away from hitting him. You were a recreational boxer with a short temper and quick hands. If Steelo wasn’t careful he would be catching a quick fade.

When the car pulled up to the curb, Flo jumped out of the car before it could completely stop. Entering the club, he saw everyone circle around Y/N and Steelo filming the entire encounter.

The club got quiet after a girl yelled, “Hey, Big Nasty is here! Shit is about to pop off!”

After hearing the girl, you smiled at your man pushing his way through the crowd. Him in his SAMCRO hoodie and gold chain made you forget about Steelo and ready to jump his bones.

Once you were within arm’s reach, he gently shoved you behind and stood toe to toe with Steelo. “That’s the last time you put hands on my girlfriend, do you understand?”

Steelo rolled his shoulders as if he was preparing for a fight and pointed a finger at you. “You need to teach your bitch some manners and if you can’t I’ll volunteer to do so.”

Simultaneously, both of you crooked your heads to the side, trying to figure out if this fucker really said what you thought he said. Florian was quicker on the uptake, but you were right behind him and were able to grab his wrist before his fist went flying towards Steelo’s face.

With the strength of an Amazonian goddess, you pulled Flo away and out of the club. Meanwhile, Steelo kept running his mouth, “Yeah run off like a little bitch! I’ll have your ass knocked out in the first round.”

On the ride back home, Florian said nothing, but he held your hand in his, silently letting you know he wasn’t mad at you.

As soon as you were through the threshold of your home, Flo was on you. He ripped your dress down the middle and didn’t look the least bit sorry.

All he kept murmuring was he needed a little taste as he stripped you down, but his trainer had called to check on him fucking ruining your chance at some type of sex with Flo.

From that night on Flo slept in the guest room to resist temptation and your seduction. He wouldn’t even budge when he heard you loudly moan while touching yourself. All Florian knew was that as soon as the fight was over, he was gonna have his way with you.

Florian’s ban worked it’s magic because Steelo was ko’d within the first minute. That’s what that motherfucker gets for talking all that shit.

Karma was a bitch and just like Steelo, you knew you had to pay up. With the adrenaline from the fight pumping and all his pent-up sexual frustration, Flo was keeping his answer short in the post fight interview. Usually, he was friendly during those, but you could tell he was itching to get to you.

Looking down at your pussy, you patted her and gave her a pep talk. “Okay, girl we’re in it for the long haul. This is what we trained for. Get ready because Daddy isn’t gonna take it easy on us for the next couple of days. Thank God I took a vacation from work!”

“Bitch, I know you not talking to your coochie,” Arielle interrupted you.

“Hell yeah, I am! I’m debating should I be praying that I’ll still have my walls after tonight. Florian is about to wreck my shit! Oh, imma die,” you panicked. Teasing Florian was fun until you remembered it would catch up to you eventually.

Arielle laughed at you and gently pushed your shoulder. “I told you stop playing with that man like that. Now I gotta speak at your funeral and say, ‘Here lies my best friend because the dick was too bomb.’”

You glared at Arielle about to cuss her out when you saw him. Everyone was moving out of his way and exiting the room, because they could sense some shit was about to go down.

Noticing your eyes change from annoyance to fear and anticipation, Arielle turned around to see Florian making his way to you. She turned back at you and smiled before she followed everyone else out. “Good fight, Flo. See ya’ll later or never,” she mumbled the last part.

“Thanks,” he grunted, watching Arielle walk out.

Running to meet your man halfway you jumped into his arms. Even though you knew he was about to ruin you, you still had to congratulate your man. “Baby, I’m so proud of you! All your hard work paid off.” You nuzzled yourself into the crook of his neck and kissed alongside it.

Flo said nothing, he just backed you into the wall and bunched up your dress around your waist. Steadying one hand around your waist, the other went to your dripping core. “No panties, tonight?” Flo ticked his head to the side. “Huh, I guess you knew Daddy needed easy access tonight.”

Pulling his shorts down, his dick sprang free, bobbing up and down against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight, its been so long since you saw it and you wanted it in your mouth. Clutching to your boyfriend, you begged him, “Please let me suck it, Daddy.”

Florian moaned at the sound of you begging and he wanted nothing more than to fulfill your needs, but he was under a time constraint. “Not now, baby. When we have more time you can, but right now I’m about to pound my pussy and it has to be quick. That okay with you?”

Shaking your head yes, Florian kissed you and you moaned into his mouth as he savagely thrusted into you. Both of you broke the kiss once he started getting into his rhythm. “Fuck, I miss this pussy. Daddy’s so sorry for neglecting you.”

“Daddy, please,” you pleaded, already wanting to cum, not even ten strokes in.

“Not yet,” Flo gripped your chin to get you to look at him. “I hope you got all your rest earlier, because I’m fucking this pussy all night long and getting you pregnant tonight.”

Florian was digging in your pussy so well; you didn’t care about the wall scratching up your back. And to get back at him for making you feel so good, you tighten your walls around his dick.

“You naughty little girl,” Flo grunted, wrapping his hand around your throat. He started thrusting into wildly until he stilled, shooting his load into you. Before you could cum, he pulled himself out, fixed your dress, and tucked himself into his shorts.

Standing there shell-shocked, you were surprised Flo didn’t take care of you. He chuckled at your expression and pressed his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “What? You thought I let you get off easy? Baby, you should’ve known not to play such dangerous games. Now make sure, you don’t let go a drop of my cum while I take my shower. Then, I’ll fulfill my obligation for my appearance at the club and then I’ll fill my baby for the rest of the night.”

Your boyfriend kissed your forehead before heading to the shower, leaving you there contemplating if all your little games worth it. You smiled to yourself and thought, Hell yeah, I’m about to get the best dick of my life. Game on, Mr. Munteanu.

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[nthngbxtfanfics]

Lockdown - Jooheon Scenario

It’s Corona time~

Haha, no be careful, wash your hands eat healthy !!!

Imagine being stuck with Jooheon and 6 other guys in their dorm for a few weeks🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Jooheon!” you shouted your boyfriends name from the top of your lunges. The news on your phone, started to make you panic a little. “For Fucks sake! Lee Jooheon!” you repeatedly shouted his name, forgetting about the 6 other people in the dorm.

“Yah! Y/N! Stop shouting so much, we can hear you.” you jumped from your seat on the couch as Changkyuns voice startled you.

“Changkyun, where’s Jooheon?”

“I don’t know, he’s your boyfriend not mine.” Changkyun shrugged his shoulders as he got annoyed by your excessive shouting. The Maknae took your seat on the couch, you followed and sat next to him.

“Y/N, what happened?” Jooheon rushed to your side, as he finished in the restroom. He was gone for a few minutes and did not expect something to happen while he was gone.

“Hyung, next time make sure you’re girlfriend has something stuck in her throat so she won’t destroy my eardrums.” Changkyun playfully teased his older friend and smirked as Jooheon shot him a warning glare. The Maknae turned his attention back to the TV.

“Jooheon!” your voice pierced through Changkyuns brain as he let out an exaggerated hiss. On reflex, you hit his arm. You were serious and you weren’t down for the Maknaes teasing demeanor.

Recently the epidemic virus called CONVID-19 surfaced through the world and hit South Korea. Many Countrys started the mandated Lockdown and it so happened to you. You were reading the news on your phone and grew anxious. You didn’t expected it to go so far and now you’re supposed to stay at home.

“Babe what’s wrong?” Jooheon sounded concerned as your voice sounded extremely worried. He sat down next to you, so you were sitting between both rappers.

“The virus - we are stuck in our apartments for the next few weeks. They announced it just now.” Jooheons eyes widened at your words, but not out of fear but out of slight shock. He didn’t saw it as a big deal and didn’t give much concern to it.

“So what?” his eyes narrowed after his body relaxed from the sudden tension he built a few seconds ago.

“So what? Jooheon, do you know how serious this is?”

“We’re just staying at home for some time, it’s not a big deal though. That only means - we can spend some more time together.” Jooheon grew excited at the thought of you being stuck at the dorms with him for a long time. He grabbed your waist and wiggled you a little with small force.

“Hyung, please keep your bedroom talk in private and not around me. I seriously don’t wanna know about you sex life.” spatted Changkyun, he wasn’t impressed on the news. He was actually quite relaxed just like Jooheon. You were the only one who grew anxious about the whole situation. You felt like a maniac between those too.

“Jooheon! This is serious, we can’t leave the dorms.” You stood up from your seat on the couch and walked towards the kitchen. “Do you guys even have enough food? As much as you’re normally out, I bet you don’t have. Kihyun! How much Ramyun do you have left?” You shouted after your best friend and Kihyun was quick by your side.

“Why are you asking?” Kihyun narrowed his eyes as he looked at you questioningly.

“Y/N-ssi thinks we’re going to die cuz of starvation and the Corona virus.” Changkyun followed you into the kitchen to grab a drink. Kihyuns questioning face grew deeper as he couldn’t understand what the matter was.

“Changkyun, stop teasing me! I’m just worried.” you grew frustrated, you felt like you were the only one.

“Y/N we have enough food don’t worry and even if, Takeout still exists.” Stated Kihyun as a matter of facts. You groaned loudly as wasn’t getting your point. What is the meaning of a best friend when he’s not fulfilling this category. You suddenly felt a pair of arms, wrapping themselves around your waist, a head nustling into your hair and a chest firm against you back. Jooheon swayed the both of you, so you could relax a little.

“Babe, everything will be fine. Don’t worry!” You stayed in your little circle for a while and as you left a little sigh, a person rushed into the kitchen in an even more panicked state then you were.

“Guys! Do we have enough Ramyun somewhere?” Wonho rushed hurriedly to the cupboard and searched for the said content.

“Are you both sharing the same braincell? Or why are you both asking for Ramyun?” Kihyun grew even more confused as both, you and Wonho seemed to talk in a cryptic way. You freed yourself and pushed your boyfriend away from you to help his band mate to find the Ramyun. Jooheon scoffed in disbelieve, as he saw his girlfriend searching for some kind of treasure. “Can someone explain to me, why these two idiots go rampage? And close the damn doors, when you looked through them.”

“Looks like both read the news.” Shownu included himself in the kitchen as he saw you and Wonho searching like hungry loners. Kihyuns eyes switched from person to person, searching for some kind of answer.

“Bro! Explain!”

“The government announced a mandated Lockdown in Seoul and Citys nearby.” Jooheon explained as he continued watching you, going through the fridge. Kihyuns eyes grew three times their size as he now realized why the both of you grew so crazy about food.

“Y/N, Hoseok-Hyung!” You both snapped out of your trance and looked Kihyun. “Let’s get ready, we gotta do some shopping.” Kihyun grew serious for the first time and went to grab his purse.

“Hyung! Please don’t tell me you’re going to buy a whole bunch of toilette paper.” Changkyun joked at his older member, earning a glare from Kihyun before he left the room. You were about to follow Wonho and Kihyun as you got stopped from your tracks as Jooheon pulled you back to him. You looked at Jooheon, a big ‘What the F*ck?’ look on your face. The both of you were left alone and Jooheon looked you dead in the eyes.

“They can go without you. You stay here with me.” his voice was stern and his grip on your arm strong, not thinking of letting go.

“But Joo, If I stay here, I need some clothes.”

“You can wear mine or from the others.”

“I need underwear and I’m definitely not going to wear one of yours. That’s nasty Joo.” you deadpanned his statement in a few seconds. Jooheons gaze softened like his grip on your arm.

“Okey, then let’s head to your apartment and grab some of your clothes.” Your boyfriend dragged you out of the Kitchen and went to grab his stuff and your keys.

“Why do we have to pick up my clothes? Isn’t it more convenient if you grab your stuff and stay at my place?”

“I’d loved to stay at your place, so we can have some time alone. But I guess Kihyun wouldn’t like the idea of both of us being completely alone... And he knows how much you love food. I bet he’ll be scared to know that you won’t be able too eat cuz you’re trying to save up a lot.” You pout at Jooheons words. “And it’s more fun being with six more dudes don’t you think?” You gave in and went to your place with Jooheon, to grab your stuff before the official lockdown started.

~

“Joo?” Jooheon hummed  to you as you called his name. “I’m bored, play with me!” It has been a week now since you, your boyfriend and six other dudes got stuck in the dorms. You had your fun times and stressful ones, sometimes you would argue with some of the member (mainly Changkyun, because he kept on using your skincare products, since his were empty). You laid across from Jooheons lap, as he worked on some editing for a soundtrack. His laptop laid on your ass and kept it warm. Your request plastered a smirk on Jooheon lips, he licked them afterwards as specific thoughts went through his mind.

“And what should we play babygirl?” Jooheons voice hinted some sexual vibe.

“Don’t think nasty Joo, I didn’t mean this kind of play.” you laughed at his still teenager like mind. Suddenly, the ticklish feeling of Jooheons fingertips made you squirm in your position and a loud yelp left your lips. Jooheon positioned himself on top of you, sitting on your pelvis as his fingertips run over your sensitive spots. Giggling and laughter filled the room until you were out of breath and begged for mercy. You laid on your back, facing your boyfriend from your position. A big smile spreading your cheeks. Jooheon leaned down and kissed your lips firmly, one hand cupped your cheeks as the other steadied his body above from you. His lips moved passionately against yours, you followed his rhythm. His tongue licked the bottom of your lip, asking for permission to enter. His hand started to explore your body, and your body gave in as a moan left your lips. An innocent act turned into a heated make out session until...

“Yah! Lee Jooheon! No Sex in the dorm! Especially since we’re stuck together!” Kihyun ran into the room, without knocking. He didn’t expected you two in a situation like that. Jooheon reacted quick and jumped off of your body, his embarrassment was visible through his now deep red cheeks and shy smile. You couldn’t hold back the light laugh coming from you. “Food is ready.” Kihyun glared at you two and left the room. Jooheon and you exchanged looks and broke into a fit of laughter, your boyfriend collapsed next to you. As your laughter died slowly down, Jooheon gave your cheek a quick kiss.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Joo.” you gave your boyfriend a warm smile.

“Now I wish we were stuck in your apartment though.”

[awesomefairytailfan]

Okay so this is the fanfics in after I have somebody who helps out me cuz of my disability proof read that and made a lot of editing and punctuation Corrections. we did have to go over a few things for it but it should be a lot easier to read now.

Modern Musou warrior in ancient China

Chapter one am I just in a dream?The last few weeks I just keep asking myself the same question over and over is this all a dream, is this just one big dream now? Being in ancient China don't let me know when on the calendar I supposed to use don't even know if this world has an equivalent of it. no it's not my world I'm not some sort of super badass in my own world but in this world I am strong I take damaged easily when I woke up in this world or made me fell asleep in my own. I found myself walking for I don't know I have no watch on me but I found a number of people being attacked by wolves was completely convinced at that point I was in a dream so I figured let's go wake myself up by grabbing a big stick in it packing them but then something funny happened I found myself running faster than I ever had outside of video games. I attacked the walls and I actually sent them major damage one of them jumped me from behind I barely even noticed it, then I'm headed to the ground and killed it the people said to me you must be a musou Warrior, what Lord do you serve, have you gone to fight someone named Don Zhuo? do you know who that was? I'll talk about what I know about him in a bit; I noticed a small irritation in my back I asked them to look at it and they said I got a small Scar from where the wolf attempted to bite me to death. I said Tiny bite me to death I need a doctor but they say no it's only a minor scrape especially to a Musou Warrior. I asked him to speak English but they responded what's English? I said it was the language we was speak. they said no we speak Mandarin I decided yep I'm definitely in the dream at that point sorry running myself into a tree it hurt a bit but I actually broke the tree in half some people showed up who I did not say from the walls and they'll ask me what was going on and they was saying the Musou Warrior saved us. stick just flying off the ground and then done to me I have noticed a big annoyance I was hungry, luckily they wanted to have a feast for me. shall we walk back to the village and order for us to get some food and number of them said some things I'd rather not talk about. with the Wolves sad don't let stuff like this go to waste I asked him where we are I think they were pretty Pacific and I'm like okay no idea what that means. I asked them what country we are in they said China I started finger to myself find it this really wasn't the dream. if I'm somehow stuck in China and I don't know what time they asked me a bunch of questions where I'm from Canada over a great ocean and I also said my ancestors are technically from the same land mass as here but I think that continent is actually farther than where my home line is from China. don't let me know for sure I'm not an expert in distance of countries and all that have I got that today prepared a small feast. they did tell me it was a small village and I had to agree smaller than my hometown and no technology anywhere I was thinking if this is my life now. I am going to be I'm going to be so bored but I got offered a lot of free food, took some adjustment for me to actually eat things was never no I'm already ten but never was normal to begin with I've always had Asperger's. I'm supposed to take medication not going to be able to in ancient China. so I guess nobody knew about the calendar I kept calling the Christian calendar I think that's what they mean by the years we use never did find out if it was after or before Jesus Christ and then I found the weirdest ability of all I'm super strong now a bunch of heavy wooden blocks was about to smash a kid I pushed the young child out the way thinking suicide maybe I'll wake up but those heavy things did not even hurt me. they say see you must be a Musou Warrior can you protect our small village from the evil Don Zhuo I told them it's probably the best kind of job I can do for now. I'm and told them I never really add something you could call an actual job told them I was on disability a lot of what I say they constantly laughing, did not believe they saw me at 2 Mighty and

magnificent to be considered disabled in my own world.they did not believe that I wasn't actually Chinese. I was clearly not from this world but I'm constantly moved on I managed to do a number of odd jobs around the town with superhuman strength, and with all my time watch and consuming recreational entertainment I managed to entertain them when they had down time which allowed them had more; I could make jobs a lot quicker and easier. the kids found me hilarious and adult sometimes. Tom and i not to talk about certain things on topics the way I did say good yeah don't want to upset them too. much this lasted for about a month I think and tell the town faced its biggest danger of all I was actually the first one to notice that because I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I noticed the fire off in the distance and decided to wake the town mayor, of not knowing how dangerous it was noticeably closer the mayor said evacuate everyone we can he started shouting knowing immediately. Dan got it was super dangerous I'm like danger fire luckily with my always completely loud voice and my ability to one very fast it was less than like 4 minutes before everyone. what's going out of bed quickly the mayor told me top send some trees flying out an amount I think I managed to save the town Catching Fire for like 15 minutes then luckily. Got every one to evacuate and get them money and things they could carry but eventually the whole town went up in Flames. nobody died, everyone had close to travel in but the town was found dead. I might have just went into fire, except at this point there was so much time passing. I believe mostly I wasn't dreaming anymore and that just would have killed me. mosou man in the village was talking with the mayor of the town a bunch of the kids were asking can't you make everything better can't you make all the fire damage go away? I had to say I don't I can't do anything like that and I don't even know what we were going to do next his not my decision. I don't know the knowledge to make that decision and the News came from the mayor. he decided we're going to one of the Cities some of the people protested we were just beep on ourselves in the danger of the Warlords and on Zhuo fighting but the mayor said only a city trying to accommodate so many people at once, our hometown is destroyed. we do not have the resources to build another before the winter. we started going towards the city, I figured if I can get everybody to the city maybe I could earn some extra money and use some future knowledge to benefit Chinese Society in general, not like I can make them ocracy happen but maybe I couldn't please how much stuff they're about to plant or how quickly they can do harvesting. I know a bit about that stuff we travelled as fast as we can and I often had to find myself killing animals with whatever I could it wasn't really that dangerous. I beat the crap out of them they could barely do anything to me. we had to sleep in pants and a like but I usually got a good night sleep despite being on main source of Defense because while they decided the high people on Sentry Duty and to have somebody wife buy me to wake me up they had to wake me up a few times. like that but no one got killed and one day I bet after we started going for that day we were on a big we went up a big hill and then we saw the city. I was thinking nice city, maybe get to look around but Polly should spend at least a few days after we get there with the townspeople who take good care of me. some of them said I'm might be needed to get a job or Join one of the military armies, when I asked about It, I wasn't thinking I'd probably do that I like saving people but never really been much for military outside of playing video games. it was going to be a few hours on our way down that's when the biggest action happened that I wanted to wake up phlegm when I kill somebody.

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Turtles

One of my Loki ideas i got at work. Some tipsy confessions for you.

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Protection. Simply for protection. That was the reasoning the Asgardian King sat nursing the same beer he had been given hours ago with his eyes fixed completely on you. All these super soldiers and ego hungry men just able to lead you in your gullible state off to be tainted by their pitiful selves, something he and Thor could never allow. The blonde Prince keeping the men at arms length to him while he sat beside you with Valkyrie on your other side who was far more interested with her competition with the Hulk on who could drink more. One by one they all dwindled away and finally alone at the table Loki sat while you staggered your way to the trash bin to add Thor’s empty bottle to it in your failing attempt to clean up the trash and crumb coated table.

A turn to him made your lips purse scanning over the room with your blurring eyes stirring up the painfully withheld urge for him to kiss those now pouted lips he had been aching to kiss for months now. But you were clearly intoxicated, for decades you had tried every drink known to man but some concoction of Tony’s had left you and the passed out super soldiers far from lucid. Months he had imagined you just another robotic slave following the tide but here and there he would catch glimmers of your mischievous and awkward side, glimmers he tried to bring out by leaving random items and spark words into conversations around you hoping to unearth something more from you.

In the momentary gloss of your eyes he could see your feisty side struggling to regain control, a control you lost as those magnificent eyes of yours landed on him and you sighed out dreamily, “I bet you’re a magnificent dancer.”

In his rise to go help you to bed at your clear nearing unconsciousness he froze with eyes locked on you, “Excuse me?”

A shake of your head and your hair danced across your face clenching his heart even more in your grip as it reminded him of his dream of you in his bed being slowly revealed from under his silk sheets. Each dip and curve caressed by that smooth cloth he imagined your skin mirrored. “Oh don’t play coy. Prince,” you staggered around the island in the kitchen drawing him closer to you when your hands planted on the counters on either side of you, “Of a golden kingdom. You wear capes. I’ve seen you fight. You can’t tell me you aren’t a marvelous dancer.”

A grin eased onto his lips as he moved to the end of the island a couple feet from you, “And why are you bringing this up.”

Your head cocked to the side and his lips parted at your giggle and nip at your lip, “The guys tease me for not dating-. But-. You know what I wish for more than anything?”

Inching closer when your head straightened up again sending your hair cascading back down to your chest and shoulder again, “What is that?”

Instantly he regretted it at the tears filling your eyes and quiver to your lower lip all but making him lunge at you for a tight embrace to chase all of the pain away, “I wish, I had someone who would teach me how to ballroom dance. Big gowns, grand staircase, candles, the like.” Loki’s lips parted in confusion, “Cuz, you can’t take the lessons alone. I, have never, once, been invited to a dance. Just once I would love to have someone willing to take lessons with me, for no other reason than because I want to. No jokes. No teasing.”

His lips closed and he swallowed dryly at the tear rolling down your cheek as your voice cracked and dropped to a weaker tone he never imagined possible from you, “But no, I’m an imposition. Be nice, be thoughtful. Be considerate. Diligent, dutiful,” each word drawing him closer the more your tears came and your legs seemed to be giving out tightening your grip on the counters, “Always the faithful shadow, always the joke.” Inhaling sharply you looked away after your voice all but broke at the final word and he took a large step closer at your hand rising to lift a finger only for your eyes to roll back and your body to try and collapse.

Rapidly his hand snaked into your hair to cradle your head while his other arm sunk to loop around your hips to lift you against his chest, still shaking in both rage and a knowing empathetic tsunami whirling inside him as for how you had been treated. Steadily he turned and carried you to your room with a warm sigh from you and your silken hair pooling against his neck and fingers still holding your head safely against his shoulder. A few halls later and you were inside your room where he eased you gently down onto your bed, timidly removing your metal ring coated belt with a thick buckle he set aside then moved to remove your boots he set aside as well then covered you up leaving a glass of water by the bed for when you woke when he had ghosted a tissue against your cheeks to dry them before leaving.

With a huff he got into the elevator and crossed his arms glaring at the numbers rising until he was on the roof. In a growling exhale he lowered his arms and exited onto the windy surface towards the center of the clear patch used for helicopter landings. “Heimdall!”

In a flash of light he was brought back to Asguard in the center of the golden orb shaped room. He trotted down the three steps and halted beside the gate keeper who asked, “You called, my King?”

“I need to return in a few moments, however, I need you to pass on a message for me.”

Heimdall nodded, “Of course.”

“I need a celebration planned. Something with a, festive, feel to it.” Heimdall raised a brow, “Oh I know you were listening in. That splendorous woman has never been properly flaunted. Now, we are going to be having a Holiday, I don’t care what you call it. She would never accept a party knowingly in her honor. So, Holiday it is. Weeks end should be enough time.”

Loki turned and trotted back up to the platform turning to hear, “Turtles.” The King raised a brow, “Our turtle eggs are due to hatch next week on our North beaches.”

A nod came from the King who pursed his lips for a moment then said, “She does love turtles.” His eyes moved to Heimdall who sent him back to the rooftop with a smirk that only broke free when the King was gone.

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All day you had been tasked to menial work to aid the crews trying to fix the system that Tony fried with his latest power flux at the new tower core he was revamping once again. Rolling your head you exited the elevator sighing that your main source of interaction outside of missions was now on a rampage through the city. Loki had clearly been set off and his doubles were running amuck all around town sending the team off into separate locations.

Straight to your room you went to shower then change into your pj’s, after which you went to lounge in the living room to read only to pause seeing Loki in his pj’s in the center of the room with recordings of an orchestra playing overhead. Wordlessly he moved to you and offered you his hand making you glance between it and his face, “I thought you were rampaging.”

He grinned at you saying, “I am rusty and I need practice. Bit of a holiday back home.”

Looking at his hand again you stammered out, “I, I, don’t-,” Stepping closer his hand lowered to claim yours, twisting to lock his in yours while the other eased your free hand into place on his shoulder before his lowered to your upper back.

“I’ll teach you. It will spark my memory.” Wetting his lips he inched closer saying, “Right foot back,” each step slowly was instructed to you before your first just barely smooth run through. No jokes, no teasings, smirks held back with only comforting smiles while a hint of a dopey grin grew on your face at the first successful run through in the room filled with doubles of his for the first run through of an Asguardian dance. Hours he taught you all the main dances and subtly worked in the theme of the holiday only brightening your smile.

That beaming grin up at him tipped him over the edge, “I doubt you have ever seen any creature as wondrous as our turtles. You are welcome to attend of course. On one condition though.”

Your brow rose and you asked, “What would that be?”

“I would have to escort you myself. Our people tend to partner up quite rapidly.”

“I, won’t be putting you off who you want to go with?”

He shook his head, “Not at all. In fact, you would be sparing me an evening of entertaining women aiming for my crown.” You couldn’t help but grin and he raised a brow, “What?”

“Just wondering if I’m going to walk into a hall of horns.” You giggled and he rolled his eyes leading you into another spin before you heard the screeching of tires outside making him wink at you and promptly bow to kiss your knuckles on the hand resting in his still, “My Lady, I will fetch you for the ball. Until then-.” Before your eyes he faded and you simply looked around the room when the music cut off leaving you to walk into the kitchen at your growling stomach.

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A few days passed and Loki was still far from sight while Thor and Valkyrie kept grinning at you making you stick to your room hoping this wasn’t a big joke. The fourth day however began with your brows furrowed at the golden sheet covered plushy bed you were in. Turning your head when you sat up you saw the massive elaborate room you had no clue as to how you got there. The view outside your balcony brought you onto your feet only to have you hop back onto the bed when the doors opened and a set of servants walked in.

Full gown, elegant heels, jewels you could never dream of affording and a team of goddesses tasked to have you dressed to perfection. It all seemed to be just like a dream and finally a knock sounded and clad in blue and gold matching your gown the King was again barely a foot from you offering his hand. 

Just a favor. Simply keeping him from vultures aiming for his crown. This was all for the baby turtles. 

But in the swirling mess of music and wine your eyes locked onto Loki’s and you knew for certain, he was the King, the King of Lies and Mischief. Again and again you lied to yourself lessening what this was. Yet as you stared off at the shimmering flying baby turtles in awe you missed the entranced gaze of the King locked on you in your completely distracted and enthralled state while all the others watched him sink deeper and deeper the more you rambled on about the dazzling sight. Longer and longer the list of ‘Holidays’ grew. 

Tiny fibs here and there, never once for his gain, all for you, always for you.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

X marks the spot !!!!

Part 8- Brooke POV

End of summer

Smut, cussing, drugs, drama, errors, mention of abuse, bullying, etc

I really did have to pee.

I made a beeline for the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Wtf did Lily want to talk about? Mark didn’t want her!

Suddenly I remembered Marks’ seemingly innocent question (at the time) about fighting a girl for him.

Jesus.

Having a hot ass boyfriend had its downsides. I checked myself over in the mirror, and tied my hair back in a bun, just in case it popped off with this Lily girl. Might as well apply some mascara and lipstick too. I only was wearing a bathing suit, but not much I could do about that now.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Bex and Lily having a heated, yet quiet discussion. Lily had a phone out, while Bex was trying to make her put it away. Bex didn’t want me to see it. Lily did. I was a little curious, but before I could say anything Mark stormed in the room.

“What the fuck is this?” Mark yelled at nobody in particular.

All three of us froze and looked at Mark. With it being quiet now, I could hear the audio playing on the phone. It almost sounded like Mark’s voice.... Ok, now I was real fucking curious.

Lily and my eyes met, and I couldn’t help but notice just how utterly desperate and sad she looked. I felt a pang of pity for her. It must have been hard losing Mark. I wonder what happened between them.

Shit, what had Bex said?

Bex grabbed Lily’s hand and pulled her past Mark. If looks could kill, then Lily would have been struck dead by the nastiest glare, I’d ever seen Mark produce. He looked positively livid. This was that Mark I hadn’t recognized from earlier. I hope I never was on the receiving end of one of these looks...

“I’ll take Lily downstairs, and you guys probably wanna talk. Don’t fuck in my bed or break anything.” Bex said with a warning tone and closed the door.

Mark looked pissed. He wasn’t moving, but his gaze followed me as I walked to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what to say.

On the one hand, he’d resisted his ex for me. But on the other hand, what was that video, and why was she trying to show me? Would I be betraying my fellow females if I just let it go? Why did Bex want to keep it from me?

I didn’t know what to do, so I got my make up out and started to touch it up. Any girl will tell you, a lot of decisions are made, touching up their make up.

“Baby? Why were you hanging out with her?” Mark walked in the bathroom and held me around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder, carefully watching my reaction to his question.

“She followed me up, and I just literally came out of the bathroom when you showed up. She wanted to show me something on her phone, but Bex wouldn’t allow it. No big deal.” I shrugged.

His face fell, and he looked like he was about to cry. The desperation in his eyes and utter panic broke my heart. Whatever was in that video was, it had him freaked out.

“Did you guys make a porno or something?” I teased flicking my eyes up to his, to gauge his reaction now.

“Brooke, I am so sorry, I was young, and it seemed cool at the time but ...

My stomach flipped, and I DID NOT want to hear this, so I turned around and kissed him to shut him up. “I love you,” I said without pulling our lips apart.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Mark kept saying over and over as he kissed me all over my face. I giggled, and he looked me straight in the eyes and it took my breath away. He is so beautiful. “You’re mine. I never want to lose you. I only want you ever.” He looked so sincere.

He picked me up and sat me on the bathroom vanity untying my swim bottoms and moving my bathing suit top triangles over, so my breasts were completely exposed. He was so gentle and careful, licking each nipple while looking up at me.

He stood up and gently held my face in both hands and kissed me passionately, letting out a sexy little groan before stepping back and looking at me. “I love you so much. It makes me almost crazy. I never felt this way for anyone. I almost had a fucking meltdown when I saw you with her. Promise me you won’t be friends with her or any of her fucking friends. Promise.”

“Mark.... you're ridiculous.” I giggled trying to pull him back in, but he wouldn’t budge.

He glared at me and in a low almost threatening tone he said through gritted teeth, “promise. Me. Now.”

“Ooooh or what?” I teased with a big shitty smile on my face.

Before I could even react, he grabbed me by my arm and dragged me over to the bed, roughly slinging me down, as he got on top of me. No smily or playful Mark. I wasn’t scared, because I believed in my heart he’d never hurt me, but I was alarmed with this behavior.

“Bex said not to fuck on her bed,” I said in an effort to lighten the mood, and maybe change the subject.

“You think that’s what I wanna do? Fuck you? Why? Cuz you’re a fucking whore? You’re like your new fucking whore besties?” He seethed.

“Mark, why are you acting this way? When did I become a whore?” I’d never been so confused in my life. Where on earth was this coming from all of a sudden?

“I don’t know! That’s a good fucking question!!! I thought you were my sweet, perfect, baby girl, ride or die!!! I thought that you wanted to make me happy, and never would lie to me, or cheat on me, but now I bring you to one fucking party, and you are getting buddy-buddy with my fucking ex! WHY DONT YOU MAKE A FUCKING VIDEO GRINDING ON THOSE BITCHES? WHILE MAKING OUT IN BATHING SUITS? YOU MIGHT GET A FEW HUNDRED LIKES! Hashtag FUCKING SLUTS!” Mark screamed in my face at the end there.

I couldn’t help it, I was trying to hold back tears and catch my breath, but the more he went on, it just got worse, and I burst out crying.

Mark immediately went from menacing glare, to concerned puppy dog eyes. “Oh, my god baby! Baby! Look at me, don’t cry. I love you. I’m sorry. I’m drunk.”

I couldn’t look at him. I don’t know why I was straight up hysterically crying, choking and heaving, but I was, and I wasn’t going to look at him.

He got off of me and paced back and forth, grabbing his head. After a few minutes. I looked over at him, and he was coming towards me with tissues.

He took some out, and picked me up like a baby and sat on the bed, cradling me in his arms. This was my Mark. He looked so loving and caring and He was so pretty.

I bet I looked terrible and crazy. I couldn’t remember why I even got so upset. I hated fighting with him. I couldn’t think straight.

All I knew is, I needed Mark to want me still. Looking back, this probably was a huge red flag, and I should of got my shit and left. But I was an idiot over him. “Mark?” My voice was all raspy from my crying fit.

He looked in my eyes, and I could feel the panic returning as a lump rose in my throat... “What is it, beautiful girl?”

I started to shake with sobs again, but he brought our faces together, and he kissed me hungrily, boogers, tears and all.

He stood up still kissing me and carried me back in the bathroom, setting me back on the counter.

“I’m so sorry, Brooke, I’m so sorry.” He peppered kisses all over my face.

He stepped back and looked me over as I tried to hide my face. He took my chin and moved my face up, looking in my eyes adoringly. “you are the most beautiful fucking bitch on the motherfucking planet, and you’re all mine. I’m sorry I acted like a dick. You gotta listen, I love you so much, I go crazy.”

He began kissing me again, moving down my chest. He started to suck on one breast while he toyed with the other with his hand. Biting and licking my nipple, and then blowing on it, so it was at attention. Then he switched Breasts and took that hand and put it into my core. I was so turned on his fingers slipped in easily. He let out his sexy Mark growl, and I reached for his cock. I was shocked how I could go from hysterical basket-case, to bitch in heat in no time flat, But I wanted him so bad.

“Ah, ah. Not yet. I want to taste my perfect little pussy first.”

He spread my legs and got on his knees and went to work, all while his gorgeous green eyes peered up at me. He added his hand to the equation and I was now on the brink.

“ you going to come for me baby?”

I nodded quickly grabbing his hair and pushing his face back into my pussy. I was so close, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed him by his hairagain, and pulled him up, crushing his mouth with a kiss as he freed himself, and shoved himself deep inside me.

“Oh my god baby. I love this pussy, is it my pussy?” He whimpered in my ear as he slammed into me. So desperate and eager. I’d never felt so wanted in my life as I did right then.

He pulled his face back, so he could fully see me, while still thrusting at a feverish pace. He grabbed my face gently and looked deep in my eyes. Searching my eyes, for something, he suddenly grabbed my bun, forcing my head back, so I was looking straight up.

Biting my collarbone, his thrusts were becoming very erratic, and I knew he was close. I knew just what to say, to push him over the edge;

“I’m yours.”

“I want to put a baby in you,” Mark said.

“Wait. What?” I asked, eyes big as dinner plates, snapping my head back down to meet his eyes.

“I want you to have my baby.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was so hot. He didn’t mean it, and was just caught up in the moment, so I just played along.

“You wanna be a Daddy for real? Put a baby inside me, so we are yours forever? Then Cum inside me, Mark.” I said breathlessly.

His mouth fell open, and he bit my swollen lower lip. I grabbed the back of his head and sloppily made out with him as He convulsed and stuttered his load deep inside me. He let out a loud “fuck” and twitched to a stop, letting out a big exhale.

He pressed his forehead to mine, smiling. “Let’s just stay like this forever.” He whispered.

“Bex might get mad.”

“Nah, she’s cool, and we’re sexy. Who wouldn’t want to see us every time they go to the bathroom?”

I giggled and pushed him back, sliding him out of me, and hopped off the counter. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. I felt his cum dripping down my leg, so I hopped in and rinsed off. I turned around to find him staring intensely at me.

“I meant everything I said.” He said kissing my forehead.

I didn’t think he’d bring it up, so I didn’t know what to say. Not really able to process what he was saying in my intoxicated state, I went with my auto-response of “oh baby.”

He looked down at me Green eyes flashing, and his swollen lips parted just a little bit. His hair was falling into his face, and he seemed so vulnerable and pure.

He needed me to protect him. Fuck Lily. My beautiful baby was different, and no one was going to make me love him less.

Oh boy, I really do love him.

“Why do you want a kid so bad?”I asked curiously.

“I don’t want a kid as much as I just want to own you. Let everyone know I fucked you, and I’m the only one that gets to, and here’s my proof.”

“That’s got to be the least romantic answer, I’ve ever heard.”

“Plus imagine how fucking cute they’d be. Get off the birth control and let’s try.”

“Mark! You’re tripping. We are too young and I’m not going anywhere.” I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled into his chest.

After getting no response, I looked up into Marks eyes and was perplexed by his expression. He had the most expressive eyes but sometimes they were impossible to read. This was one of those times. “Look how beautiful my boyfriend is.” I said with a big cheesy smile.

He cracked a half hearted smile. “I love you so much Brooke. I don’t know how to handle it. I’m obsessed with you.” He rubbed his nose against mine.

Time to lay it on thick. I was taking advantage of this moment! This was the type of stuff you read about, or saw in movies, but right here, right now, I was living it. “Mark I love you. You couldn’t get rid of me, if you tried.”

He smiled warmly down at me. “I love you more princess.” He embraced me rocking back and forth for a few moments and I just looked in the mirror at us, and then at my face. Boy did I look rough. I needed like a whole new face of make up, and all I had was mascara and lip gloss. Maybe Bex would let me—

“Baby, What are you thinking about?” He interrupted my thoughts.

Shit. Better not say eyeshadow.

. “Just how lucky I am to have a boyfriend that’s as madly in love with me as I am him.” Okay, so maybe that was bullshit, but it was true. Before Mark, I didn’t believe I could feel so strongly for someone, and they would feel the same.

He released me and turned off the water before handing me a towel and getting out. He dried off quickly and got dressed while I was still drying my hair. He grabbed my bathing suit bottoms and tied them back on me, double knotting each side. He grabbed a brush and started to brush my hair.

“I feel like one of those monkeys on the Discovery Channel. How are you at eyeliner?”

“I love making MY baby the prettiest girl in all of America... maybe even the world.” He did a cheesy Dr. Evil laugh, and then we both just started laughing like idiots. The more I tried to stop, the worse the laughing fit became.

Finally able to breathe again, he took my hand and lead me downstairs. If I hadn’t been so crazy in love, I might have noticed the infuriated glare from the petite blonde on the couch. Or maybe I’d have caught Bex’s worried face, as she looked between Bex and us. But I didn’t catch any of that.

All I could see, was Mark.

[sloaneisalone]

The Barista Boy(2/?)

TW: homophobic slurs, and some bi erosia (I think I fucked up the spelling for that)

I open my door to see what’s going on and there I see the boy from Starbucks—John. He’s sitting on the floor crying, the contents of his duffel bag strewn across the floor. There was visible bruising on his face and neck, and his nose was dripping with blood, but he still managed to look gorgeous(a/n: sorry that’s morbid as hell).

“What the hell happened?” I turned to face Eliza,

“Shouldn’t we help him?” She asked,

“What would we do?” Laf asked, Hercules was the first to move, he approached John and placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched away. I was the next to move, I walked over and helped him up, he leaned into my shoulder as I walked him into my dorm, and sat him on the couch. Laf and Herc put his things back into his bag, and brought that inside. I asked Eliza to make some tea, as I looked at him with worried eyes.

After a few hours he spoke,

“I-I’m sorry for barging in—” I interrupted,

“No, you didn’t barge in at all,” he looked scared shitless, “Do you wanna talk about what happened?” He shook his head, but still spoke,

“H-h-he—” Eliza started stroking his hair with one hand, holding an ice pack with the other.

“Shhh, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He nodded, but kept going,

“H-He f-found out I w-was...g-gay..t-then, h-he called me a f-fag and s-started hitting m-me.” I was shocked. Someone did this to him because he was gay? What the actual fuck is wrong with the world.

“Who did this to you?” I asked, my eyes filled with rage. This I wanted to kill whoever beat up John.

“T-Thomas J-Jeffers-son.” That stupid macaroni-dick-face was gonna pay. I ran out of the dorm, Eliza warning me to calm down before I did something stupid. I went down the hall, to the place John had been thrown out of; banging on the doors until my knuckle were raw. Eventually a very tired looking Jefferson opened the door and kindly asked me to “shut the fuck up,”because he needed his ‘beauty rest.’ The tall man was dressed in a short violet , silk bathrobe with flowers and dragonflies on it, his dark hair puffed out in a perfect afro.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shout,

“Excuse me?” Anger rises in his voice,

“You know what you did, how could you do that to John?”

“The fag got what he deserved,” I couldn’t take his rudeness anymore, I slapped Thomas directly across the face, I could see the hurt in his eyes for a , before he covered the pain with more anger.

“How can you of all people say that? After everything?”

I’m holding my boyfriend’s hand. Boyfriend. That sounds nice. We sit in an empty classroom, our legs hanging off the desks,

“Tommy?” I ask in a sing songy voice, while playing with his hair, “Why do you like me?” I had, had a crush on Thomas since the seventh grade. We’d never really been close, we just had a few mutual friends, so I was shocked when I learned he felt the same way. Thomas turned his head towards me and smiled, “Well for starters, you’re a pretty great kisser,” I giggled slightly as he placed his soft hand on mine, intertwining our fingers. He continued,“you’re handsome, and kind-”he stopped and moved his hand away from mine as he noticed someone walking into the room. My smile faded. Yes, Thomas was my boyfriend, but he wouldn’t let me tell a soul we were together. I waited for the intruder to leave, before I asked,

“Thomas, when can we tell people we’re together?” He looked at me with a serious look,

“I-I don’t know…” he trailed off, “I’m just not ready yet.” This was an excuse, we’d been seeing each other in secret for almost a year. I was fully out at that point, and I understood that it takes some people longer...but it hurt me to have to hide my feelings whenever we were out in public.

“Do you know when you will be ready?” I asked, trying my hardest to sound understanding.

“N-No I don’t know when I’ll be ready, but Alex, I do know that I love you.” He cupped my face in his hands, and closed the space between us. We broke apart after a while and I smiled,

“I love you too Tommy.”

“I swear to God, Alex. If you tell anyone about what happened that year I will fucking kill you.” I wasn’t scared of Thomas, he was all talk, or at least that’s what I thought.

“I will tell everyone our little secret, if you don’t go and apologize.” This was an empty threat, I wasn’t cruel.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I could see he was scared, he wasn’t the best at hiding his emotions.

“Fucking watch me,” with that I turned on my heel and started to walk away, but he grabbed, my hand with a sigh.

“Fine.”

————————Mini time skip back to Alex’s dorm, brought to you by Jefferson's perfect hair, cuz honestly fucking how? I’m jealous.

“Sorry I called you a f-” I shot him a death glare, “a slur and sorry I beat the shit out of you.” John still looked a bit scared, like Thomas would snap any second and hit him again; but it was a bit difficult to take him seriously in the bathrobe, I could see both Lafayette and Herc practically shitting themselves with laughter.

“O-Okay, I forgive you.” We could all tell he was lying, but no one said anything. When I felt Thomas had said enough, I escorted him out of the room, and walked him back to his own dorm,

“Fuck you, Alex,”

“I would, but I thought you were too busy fucking Madison.” His face turned bright red, I leaned near his ear and whispered with a smirk, “don’t worry, your secret’s safe with meeee.” I walked back to my room and pulled out all the board games we owned and gestured for John to pick one. His face lit up, with a childish joy. Damn that boy was cute. (A/n: if you don’t know the premise of the life game this will probably make no fucking sense, so sorry whoooops)

We ended up playing Life, and finishing the Chinese food we had leftover. We kind of just accepted John into our group without a hitch, he just seemed to fit with everyone but Eliza. They both pretended to like each other for everyone else’s sake, but it was still obvious. I’d never met someone Eliza didn’t like.

I landed on the “you got married,” square and I had trouble deciding whether to marry a dude or a chick in the game. I had never told Eliza I was bi and I wasn’t quite sure how she’d react, but at the same time I didn’t want John to think I was straight. Wait, shit. I’m with Eliza. I’m with Eliza. I’m with Eliza. But what if I wasn’t? What if I could just kiss John. I bet his lips are soft. His eyes are nice. He’s really just hot overall, like dammmmmnnnnnn. I shake my head and snap out of my funk as I grab a random person and put it in my little car piece.

“That’s a boy Alexander.” Eliza says, Jesus Christ.

“Oh, I guess it is.”

“Are you gonna change it?” There’s a slight edge to her voice.

“I mean I could, I guess I’ve never mentioned this but I’m...bisexual.” I mumbled the last part, I didn’t see why it was a big deal but some people lose their shit when I tell them. Lafayette decided to help me out when Eliza asked what I said.

“He’s bi.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I couldn’t decide if she was confused or angry.

“It means he likes chicks and dicks,” John spoke, his first time without stuttering, his words earning a chuckle from Laf and Herc. Then things got a bit intense.

“I’m not stupid. I know what it means. Alex, honey you’re not bisexual. You’re just confused.”

“Nope, pretty sure I’m bi,”

“No. You’re not.” The anger was now clear in her voice.

“It’s not even a big dea-” she cut off John,

“How can you tell me this isn’t a big deal? God, nothing ever works out for me! This is just a load of bullshit, first my sister ssays she’s a lesbian, and now I find out you’re a fag. I can’t fucking believe this.”

“Get out.” Herc said. She didn’t move.

“Get out!” I yelled. She walked out of the dorm and slammed the door. That’s when I started to cry.

[hooryayy]

TWO YEARS TO THE DAY LATER and I am finally ready to share the story of when I fangirled hard enough to Edward James Olmos that he gave me a free autographed photo of him and Mary McDonnell

So this might get a tad longish, so I’ll be under a cut, but here is a brief summary: a Trump supporter pissed me off so much that despite me being high as heck on adderall, I had to go talk to EJO

In July 2015 I got my then romantic partner and his roommate to watch BSG with me so when I found out EJO was going to be at San Jose Comic Con in August, it only took a little bit of pestering to get them on board.

It was a 2-day convention and my always broke ass had to work late Friday night so we were only going to make it for half of the first day. Saturday morning rolls around and the boys are tripping out because our usual drug guy fell through. It was kind of a ritual for us to pick up some uppers anytime we went out of town, and tbh we were all heavily drug dependent back in those days SO you bet we took 2 extra hours to pop in and out of the city to pick up.

Finally dosed and got on our way, hit the usual weekend bay area traffic and arrived to the con at 3pm. We walked in and the line to meet this guy stretched wall to wall and I was immediately intimidated and tried to walk back out lmao. An announcement was made that they were ending for the day at 4, so I felt a lot less pressured to overcome my anxiety yet. Spent that hour in Star Trek collectors heaven though..

Rest of the eve/night we spent doing things GROWN ASS ADULTS shouldn’t be doing like sneaking into mini-golf and climbing trees with bottles of Jack and hot-boxing our hotel room while watching the series finale of Hannibal...

OK so Sunday. This was my day. We were having breakfast at the Red Robin in Morgan Hill with all the white families that just got done with church, the three of us doubled-down on 60 extended (okay this is a pretty big dose) and I’m starting to get anxious again (with or without the drugs it wouldn’t have mattered) like “I’m not/I can’t meet this guy, I don’t know how to approach him or even what to say blah blah blah” and the boys are getting mad at me because I talked about this for weeks (and planned what i wanted to say) and I’m being lame and I’ll be fine..

We show up to day 2, 12pm.. and literally no one is in line and now I am hella freaking the fuck out because literally it is only me that is stopping this from happening. My friend immediately walks up and shakes his hand and chats for a second and comes back and says the obvious that he is a nice dude, and I am like frozen, second hand embarrassment even though nothing bad happened. But my scared ass walks to the exact opposite corner of the building to slowly browse and psyche myself up for this.

so I got sucked in to this guy’s 90s scifi trading card collection, specifically the x-files binders lol and then he starts to make small talk and stuff, he asks what I study. OK I studied Political Science and Religious Studies, and it LITERALLY does not matter which answer I give it always starts something. but I choose the easier one and say politics.. and hooo boy

This fucker just goes off on me, saying shit like how stupid and lazy my generation is and that we don’t work hard, are entitled and have no idea how the real world works (the usual propaganda), and if we did we would be thinking about voting for Trump in the 2016 election (mind you this was VERY early on where Trump was still considered a joke even to the republicans)

Remember I am HIGH AS Shit. I am 2000% extra aware of and feeling the aggressive and hateful energy coursing through my veins from this interaction. Now Im sure he said other things I don’t remember because all I could do is focus on my breathing as to not get manipulated into whatever space this guy was trying to create but I heard a break in his rant, looked up, smiled and said “Thanks for sharing your collection with me” and dipped for the back exit to smoke 18 cigarettes.

Here is where I am letting myself get fucking pissed off, pacing and chain smoking. Neither of the boys are answering their phones. Then I realized how badass I was just then, and proud of myseelf for spiritually blocking out a nazi (again this is before they identified as such and punching them was a thing). I was like if I can handle this asshole, I can go meet Edward James Fucking Olmos no. problem.

I march back in and go straight to his table but then I took a detour to sit in a white folding chair about 20 feet away for 25 minutes first. Eventually one of his security dudes comes up to me and is like “Are you waiting for an autograph?” and I’m like “no, but I do want to talk to him for a minute if that is possible”

The guy asks for my name and we walk up to EJO together and he goes “This is Amy. She would like to talk with you.” And now I am realizing that everyone here is trying to gauge how severe my social handicap is.. but he puts out his hand to shake

“Hi, I am Ed.” I shook his hand!!

“I’m Amy. I just had the most awful interaction with a Trump supporter here so Im a little put off. He kept telling me how stupid me and my generation are and it makes me very grateful that you are a humanist and philanthropist. I’d recently watched the UN Panel and you talked about the invention of race as a tool for genocide and it means so much to me that you would use your voice and influence on that platform to address these kinds of things...”

and I trail off cuz Im about to ramble and shit and I noticed how he was just taking everything I said very seriously, like wasn’t expecting any of that at all. HE pauses and looks back up at me and says how special that panel was to him, that he’ll never do something as important again in his life. Then he asks me where I go to school and what I study, so I tell him and he is impressed with all the creds. Asks me if I am planning on going into politics.

“Not in the public sense. I want to do policy research targeting intersections of poverty, race, and education” And I swear to god his eyes snap up so fast to meet mine, like he is in admiral mode here and I am captivated. Straight in the eyes to me he goes

“We need you. All of us needs you up there doing that, fighting for that, for us. I have a feeling we are about to enter some tough times. I can tell you are special and it takes special people to make things happen”

I said thank you but I am about to burst into tears. I mean we all know this but let me reinforce it.. Ed is such an intense human and I had all 100% of this guy in my presence, overwhelmingly so, and I am mostly shook because he literally had no obligation to say anything. This guy fucking met me 5 minutes ago but he is ready to say that, and I sense he isn’t the kind of guy to just say shit. Also I AM STILL VERY HIGH lets not forget

So I change the subject because that other stuff is getting too intense for me, and I switch over to BSG lol and I ask him about Adama’s tendency to punish himself physically when he feels he has played some role in pain or negativity coming into his loved ones’ lives. He talks particularly about Adama’s alcoholism in season 4 and how he approached it as a combo of punishment and escapism (which let me tell you is..accurate). He finishes up his answer and all of a sudden I fucking blurt out for some ungodly fucking reason

“I love you and Mary, you are so cute together, I hope to meet her too”

Mortified. I am overstepping boundaries. I am dying inside and I can’t believe I got 3 thoughts out before I stopped.

He smiles and giggles and grabs this pic to sign for me for freeee and says “I hope you will too”

Amy- all of my love to you.

Like is that something he would normally sign for someone? Is that something anyone would sign to a random fan?

Anyways he gave it to me, I said thanks and I literally ran out of the convention clutching this picture to my chest and sat down against the building and started crying of the ultimate level embarrassment I could personally possibly be on. My boys find me and laugh at me and I cried the whole way home.

I still get major embarrassment even today just thinking about this interaction, no matter how well it turned out and how much of an impact EJO had on me.

Feels good to finally share my story in its entirety!! Thanks for reading