#white breasted marten

[cupid-styles]

opposites attract

a quick lil halloween blurb based on my grumpy h series !!

word count: 692

content warnings: none ! a little spicy but nothing wild

masterlist | talk to me

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"I feel silly."

Harry lets out a breathy chuckle as he watches Y/N analyze her Halloween costume in his floor-length mirror, reaching up to fix the devil horns embedded in her hair. He rises from the edge of his bed, taking long strides to come up from behind her and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. 

"You look hot." he mutters into the shell of her ear. She gasps and turns around in his arms, a cackle sounding from his mouth at her shocked response.

"I do not, and this is a dumb costume idea. Why can't I be the angel?"

The idea had come to Harry a few weeks ago, right after his housemates decided they would throw a Halloween party. In between Niall's excessive alcohol purchases and Pauli's myriad of ghost and ghoul themed decor, he made a pit stop at the local Halloween pop-up store to snag angel wings and devil horns for him and his girl. 

It wasn't a totally unique idea, he knew — he was sure that there'd be tons of devils and angels attending the party tonight, but none would come anywhere close to his sweet girl. Especially because he was making her be the devil.

She was bashful when he introduced the concept, her face warming. 

"You can wear all red— that cute little plaid mini skirt you have, maybe, and I'll wear all white. It'll be cute."

"I dunno, H, I feel like you have a pretty skewed perception of me..."

"That's the point, baby. It's like opposites attract."

After that, there wasn't much room for compromise, especially because Y/N didn't have much free time to look for other couples costumes. So, reluctantly, she shows up to Harry's place with her overnight bag in tow, her red devil-themed outfit folded between her pajamas and her bag of skincare.

It's only when she puts the requested mini skirt on, tucking her red bodysuit into the waistband, her usual platform Doc Martens on her feet and the devil horn headband in her hair, that she starts to feel uncool. Especially when her boyfriend is standing behind her in a silky white button down, cream pants pulled over his legs, and fluffy angel wings strapped to his back. She doesn't understand how he can look so good in nearly anything, and she just looks so... her.

"That would ruin the whole point of the costume, dove," Harry murmurs, ducking to rub his nose against hers before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We can swap if you'd like, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. But trust me when I say you look incredible."

She sighs as she allows him to twist her body back to the direction of the mirror. She watches as his fingertips trail up the length of her outer thigh, ducking underneath the fabric of her skirt. 

"Do you understand how lucky I am?" he mumbles, pressing light kisses to her neck, "I have this sweetheart on my hands, and she's so fuckin' gorgeous... and no one else knows what a filthy thing she is in bed."

"H..." she murmurs, her lips parting as he uses his other hand to float over the valley of her breasts, up to her chest and over her neck. He doesn't apply any pressure, instead just letting his fingers ghost over the width of her throat.

"That's really why I wanted you dressed up as my little devil tonight," he continues, kissing her hair as he gives her hip a squeeze. "I want them all to wonder... to see this beautiful body and fantasize about you... only to realize that I'm the one you go home with."

He chuckles quietly when he notices her rounded eyes, her lips swollen from biting at them. 

"Isn't that right, baby? My devil girl only goes home with me."

"Uh-huh," she nods, eyes fluttering shut when he finally applies the smallest amount of pressure to her throat, leaning her head back against his chest. 

"That's my girl," he smirks, turning her body back around to face him, a slightly stunned expression on her face. "And if you're good... this angel will let you sit on his face tonight."

"Harry!"

[moniquill]

@travellingdragon , because you asked:

Dragon descriptions by breed:

Nampeshiwe - the indigenous dragons of North Markesland (specifically a northeast woodlands breed)

In general, North Markesland dragons are somewhat mustelid in conformation and gait 

A description of Kasaqua’s mother:

It was red and gold and glorious with the evening sun behind it, like a hillside in autumn. From nose to tail it was twice as long as my canoe, and its wings opened half again that wide. It had a crown of antlers that must have come to thirty points or more. It stretched its wings, and the sun came through them, showing the scarlet net of its bloodworks. It had a long, sinuous body, like an otter or a fisher. Its neck double-curved like a heron's. Its mane was blood red, each spiky feather tipped with black, and it had black markings on its eyes and muzzle and along the rims of its deer-like ears.

Kasaqua upon hatching:

Overall it was about the size of a marten, dull yellow and speckled brown and black across its back. Its wings, as it stretched them out and flicked off bits of slime, proved much smaller than its mother's had been. They didn't look at all suited for the task of getting it into the air. Its head was overlarge for its body, and so were its feet. It had no sign of antlers or feathers. It looked as soft and bald as a baby songbird.

Word of Author on Nampeshiwe:

Average size when adult is twenty feet from nose to tail and thirty feet from wingtip to wingtip at full spread - this makes them middle-sized as dragons go. Bodily conformation of hatchlings should put one in mind of a ferret, sable, or martin - a mature adult is more like a wolverwine or honeybadger. The skin of the body ranges from buff gold through ginger and even orange, while the wingleather shades smoothly from that color at the wing wrist to scarlet red at the leading edge. Mane feathers of adults are red or ruddy brown and may or may not have darker veins and tips. Adults females have manes on the crows of thier heads and backs of their necks, while adult males have a mane that fully encompasses the throat and chest, like a lion’s mane and may or may not have a beard. Adults males also have bronze iridescence, especially on the breast feathers.   

Introduced Dragons

In general, dragons from the old world are somewhat wolfish or doggish in confirmation and gait

Akhari - an introduced breed developed in Kindah and Kedar

One of the dragons saw us coming and rose to its feet, approaching with great interest. It was a breed I didn't know from the book, light brown with black stripes across its back and wings, pale on its belly. It was as tall as a pony, but longer from nose to tail. It yawned hugely and loped forward with a wolfish gait, and Kasaqua bounded ahead to meet it. 

Arin - an introduced breed developed in Vaskosland (closely related to Bjalladreki)

In the next cell, a somewhat smaller dragon lay on its back, belly up and legs splayed. It was a shade of green that reflected blue, like the head of a drake mallard, and had a thorny crown of bone-white quills.

Professor Ibarra's Arin, Abiadura, looked like an especially lean and lanky Bjalladreki with shorter and stouter quills.

Bjalladreki - an introduced Norseland breed

This dragon had a crown of brown and white striped quills, the ones nearest to its face webbed like a fish's fins. It was a ruddy brown color overall, fading to gray on its belly and beneath its wings, with brilliant sea-green eyes. The webs around its face were mottled with green markings, too.

Niklas’ dragon was a bjalledreki as well, and having three of them at such close quarters allowed me to examine the breed in a detail that I hadn't been able to before. Ivar's dragon was the largest of the three, and broadest across the chest. Niklas’ dragon was smaller than Sigrod but larger than Magnus, and more gray than either of the others. The quills of its crown were especially long and finely formed, their banding more subtle and dappled, and they were each tipped in brilliant white. Magnus looked rangy compared to the other two, plainly more juvenile in conformation and demeanor.

Bjalladrekis were far and away the most common breed in the academy’s dragonhall, probably because the breed was famously even-tempered and versatile. Also because bjalladrekis begat more bjalladrekis, so their being popular meant more of their eggs were available. Marta’s dragon, Magnus, was a bjalladreki. The breed was ruddy brown and gray, with a mane of quills like a porcupine’s, and teal-green markings on the face and the backs of the wings.

Word of Author: This is the Labrador Retriever and American Quarter Horse of the dragon world, at least in New Anglesland dragoneering culture - wildly popular for being a dependable, middle of the road kind of creature.

Falterdrach -  an introduced breed developed in Tyskland

The dragon in the next cell was red and black, with a pair of recurved black horns. It was worrying at a bone big enough that it had to be a cow's leg. It flicked a wing open as we passed by the front of the cell, and I saw that it had great black patches on a red field, like a butterfly's wing.

Professor Mesman’s Falterdrach, Kostbar, was a smallish black dragon with brilliant red patches on his wings reminiscent of a butterfly.

Jirada - an introduced breed developed in Kindah

In the cell after that, a brown and gold dragon was lying with its back to us. I couldn't see its head at all, but it seemed to have very long, narrow wings.

Professor Nazari's Jirada, named Zati, was dusty brown with especially long and narrow wings.

Kessledrach - an introduced breed developed in Tyskland

It was an altogether larger creature than Kasaqua's mother had been—stockier and more forwardly-built. If Kasaqua’s mother could be likened to an otter, this dragon could be likened to a bear. It was green and bronze, and instead of antlers it had a pair of sharp horns that swept back from its brow.

Frau Kuiper’s Gerhard, an enormous dark green Kessledrach, was built like a bear 

Silberdrach - an introduced breed developed in Anglesland

All of the other cells—something like seventy or eighty of them—appeared to be empty save one at the very end. In that cell a huge white-and-gray dragon with pale eyes stared at us with keen interest. Its mouth was partly open, its black tongue flicking out between glittering fangs.

Two of the dragoneers visited north village. Not dragons like yours, thorny silver-white monsters eight foot tall at the shoulder.”

“Silberdrachs,” I said, nodding. “They’re a favored breed in the dragonthede, along with Kessledrachs. Most of the jarlsgards who are dragoneers are bonded to Silberdrachs, I think.

Captain Einarsson’s ill-tempered Silberdrach, whose name I’d never learned, was white and gray - though her tongue and gums were black

Velikolepni - an introduced breed developed in Russland and Roveland

It was only a little bigger than Kasaqua, and it had a very distinctive look. It was very pale all over, wheat-colored above and below with bands of white along its flanks, shading to brilliant gold on its tail and the backs of its wings. It lacked any sort of a mane, but had three sets of little horny nubs on either side of the crown of its head. It had a pair of barbles sweeping back from its nose, another above its eyebrows, and a double pair sprouting from its chin—taken together, I was reminded very strongly of a catfish.

Sander’s dragon, Inga, had grown enormously since I’d last seen her. She was now the size of a pony, and her triple set of golden horns had grown out to three or four inches in length. 

In general, dragons from Markesland and the Far East have brachiating antlers that shed and regrow annually and elongated bauplans, while Norselandish dragons have horns (1-3 pairs) that do not shed and more compact bauplans.

[pleistocene-pride]

The western capercaillie (Tetrao urogallus), also known as the Eurasian capercaillie, wood grouse, heather cock, cock-of-the-woods, or simply capercaillie is a species in the grouse family which is endemic to the taiga and boreal forest of Northern Eurasia, from Scotland in the west to Russia in the east. They are typically diurnal ground dwelling birds which while capable of flight, are fairly clumsy in the air due to there short rounded wings. While taking off they produce a sudden thundering noise that deters predators. At night they rest in the horizontal branches of tree stands or within thick ground cover such as bushes and sedges, emerging during the day to feed upon seeds, buds, leaves, berries, insects, grasses, and conifer needles. Capercaillies are themselves eaten by wolves, lynx, foxes, eagles, martens, bears, boar, goshawks, and owls. With females reaching around 21- 25 inches (54- 64 cms) long & 3.5 to 5.8lbs (1.5 to 2.5kg) in weight while the male can reach 29 to 40 inches (74 -100cms) long and 9lbs to upwards of 15lbs (4 to 7kg) in weight, the western capercaillie is one of the most size sexually dimorphic living bird species, only exceeded by the larger types of bustards and a select few members of the pheasant family. The females upper parts are brown with black and silver barring; on the underside they are more light and buffish yellow. While the males are dark grey to dark brown, with the breast feathers being dark metallic green. The belly and undertail coverts vary from black to white. Both sexes have a white spot on the wing bow. They have feathered legs, and their toe rows of small, elongated horn tacks provide a snowshoe effect enabling them to traverse thick snow with ease. The breeding season begins in March or April and lasts until May or June. Three-quarters of this long courting season is mere territorial competition between neighboring cocks or cocks on the same courting ground. Towards the end of the courting season the hens arrive on the courting grounds, at which time the dominate cock or cocks flies to an open space nearby and continuously displays. If impressed one or more hens will approach and be mounted. Females will lay 3 to 12 eggs over a 10 day period, which she will incubate for 26 -28 days until hatching. The young will remain with there mother for around 3 months, Under ideal conditions a western capercaillie may live upwards of 18 years.

[roeroe-world]

the show, the after party, the hotel.

lori harvey as valencia, devante swing as himself

set in 1995.

warning: use of drugs and alcohol, detailed smut, profane language, adult situations

Her top row of pearly whites embedded into her bottom lip, swirling dark-brown horizons peering onto the stage. An intense sensation of arousal pouring over her being. A throbbing sensation occurring between her legs as the sounds of screaming women in the crowd drowned beyond her eardrums.

Damn. Is the one thing Valencia could think of at the moment.

Four men stood amongst the stage, giving a crowd a hell of a show and dressed somewhat identical in black leather outfits. But her eyes were on DeVante the entire night.

DeVante Swing.

The man she’d been crushing on since the moment Jodeci first stepped on the scene in Doc Martens. Yet she didn’t get to touch him until she was nineteen. Their affair ended three years ago but that didn’t mean she stopped thinking about him.

There he stood. His persona smooth and suave as nonchalant as she remembers. His hair in small plaits which happened to be a new hairstyle he’d been rocking. It had been cut in an infamous high top fade since she’d last spoken to him. That look had seemed to go out of style.

The successful R&B quartet were performing their hit records, keeping their audience dancing and singing along.

Valencia remained seated the entire night, barely conversing with her friends whom would say occasional things to her during the show. Her main focus is on DeVante yet she doesn’t want to admit it aloud. Though to her knowledge, she definitely isn’t the only female with their beady eyes on him.

The young woman couldn’t blame them.

Over the years, DeVante had always been a beautiful man but his new look and style hit different. His demeanor seemed a bit different.

She couldn’t stop staring, even at the after party. Her light-brown eyes would wander in his direction while he entertained a few of the women whom were throwing themselves at him though he didn’t seem very enthralled. He appeared rather bored.

He’s trying to be friendly. Although he looked like he was ready to leave.

A cigar between his index and middle finger, smoke blowing between his lips as he sat manspread against the leather couch. One of the women seated closely beside him began to run a manicured hand across his chest, her red painted lips inching closer to his ear. Smirks creeping upon both of their canvases.

His piercing eyes analyzing his surroundings before eventually meeting Valencia’s. The moment the pairs of orbs connect, the musician’s smirk drops slightly. Her appearance throwing him completely off.

The woman beside his being whispering dirty things in his ear no longer mattered. His light-colored swirling irises scanning her captivating facial features. She hadn’t changed a bit. She still looks good— no, fuck that— she looks edible.

Tresses curled to perfection and sitting upon her shoulders comfortably. Canvas effortlessly gorgeous and holding a light smirk.

Valencia stood all in her golden glory. A strapless loose crop top which showcased her toned stomach as well as the bottom of her perky breasts. The risqué shirt being adorned by a matching tight skirt that paused above her knees.

Red.

Red always looked flawless on her as he remembered.

He remembers her. The times they’d spent together, the countless amount of love making, the trips, the laughs they shared. Just when he was actually beginning to forget about her, she pops up and makes his heart race.

Their eyes never tearing away from one another, wanting to see who would be the one to speak first. Tension brewing over between the pair, despite being many spaces apart.

Boldly, Valencia lifts her manicured hand, motioning him over smoothly with her index finger.

Suddenly, it became a competition.

His smirk widening once again, he motions the woman over as well using his crooked index finger. The look on both of their faces unreadable but they both knew they liked what they saw. Eyelids hanging low and slightly dead.

Her hair shook along with every movement she’d made, her head moving side to side stubbornly. “You…” She mouths pointing in his direction. “Come over here.” Her finger pointing downward to the open space in front of her being.

Seconds later, the two began to share a chuckle, although they couldn’t hear one another. His head tossing backward at her expected actions with a head shake. “This chick,” He says to himself before standing to his feet. “‘Scuse me, baby.” He leaves the woman by her lonesome, no longer in the mood for her presence.

No lie. Valencia’s heart began to race even more, analyzing the musician waltz between individuals to get to her. It seemed like eternity. But… it wasn’t.

“Took you long enough.” She opens her lips to speak and that’s the first thing she says.

The scent of cologne and chronic enters her nostrils the moment he inches closer to her. Their chests nearly touching while the palm of his large right hand accompanies the wall beside the woman’s head.

Raising a brow, “Still the same old Val, I see,” His orbs scanning her frame once again as hers looks up in his direction due to their height difference. “You ain’t changed a bit.” Tongue dragging across his pink lips slowly.

Instantly, the beauty glances away, her attention darting downward upon her red bottoms. The plaits that were once in his hair were taken down, showcasing the curly essence. His eyebrow possessing a perfect slit on the side. His facial hair— everything about him is perfect. His voice always did things to her and he knows it.

A flustered smile amongst her glossy lips, feeling like the innocent nineteen year old girl she once was when they’d met in ‘92. Butterflies fluttering within her stomach just as they did three years ago.

“You have. I’m digging the new hairdo.” Their eyes meeting yet again the second she looks upward.

Slightly smiling, a chuckle passes his lips before quizzing, “What made you come see me?”

Sending the musician a playful eye roll, her head tilting to the side, a grin etched across her golden face. “What makes you think I just came to see you? Jodeci is a group— not just DeVante Swing, if I’m not mistaken.” The woman’s smart reply earns yet another chuckle.

“Well—” The sound of glass breaking over the booming rap music interrupts the pair due to the loudness.

“Bitch, don’t make me fuck you up!” One of the women shouts at the other while security held the anger women apart. Their eyes darting away from one another for the first time in minutes and peering into the direction of the sudden ruckus.

The night had taken a sudden shift and neither of two wanted to be around it.

“Let’s go somewhere private.” Without a hesitation, DeVante takes Valencia’s hand to guide them to his limousine. His cigar still in hand, taking occasional smooth pulls. “We going to the hotel.” A driver stood by the door, opening it for the pair smoothly and closing it behind them.

Her irises searching around the limousine, smiling slightly at the inside and how neat and luxurious it is. The musician’s arms immediately envelopes around her frame, pulling her closer to him and holding the woman tightly.

It reminded her of old times. She couldn’t lie, she missed this. She missed DeVante.

“I missed you…” It was as if he spoke her mind.

“I missed you.” She replies softly in the midst of fighting her tears. She fought and fought and eventually won. They began to catch up during the entire limo ride, reminiscing about the past and sharing laughter.

The more they spoke on the past is the more she realized she’s no longer the girl she once was. The realization saddened her oddly.

When they met, she happened to be in her freshman year of college and almost beginning her second year. Valencia was inexperienced then until she met DeVante who showed her a whole other world compared to the sheltered life she had at home.

She would forever be thankful for that.

Upon entering DeVante’s spacious hotel suite, the vibe instantly transitioned. DeVante began to stop talking and the look on his face grew unreadable. It was as if he no longer wanted to speak, his attitude cold while he waltzed ahead of the woman.

Reading the room, Valencia remained silent and analyzed the back of his head before peering out of the wide windows of the suite. Seattle’s night sky sinking into her glistening orbs, wondering if she should leave or not. She had no problem walking away again… no matter how much it would hurt.

“Why’d you leave?” He breaks the silence, slowly making his way beside her standing frame.

“Huh?” The question catches her off guard, attention falling amongst his being.

“There was times when I needed you…” The musician began, keeping his head forward onto the sight of Seattle’s nightlife. “But you wasn’t there ‘cause you was gone.” Valencia’s face drops and immediately her mood changes.

They spent so much time reminiscing on the good yet forgot the turmoil and pain.

A deep chuckle passes his throat before he grew serious again, “That night you called me crying about some rumor you heard about me… I come home from tour to see all your shit nowhere to be found. I called you, paged you, looked for you, you completely dipped on me. All because of a fucking rumor.” His head moving side to side. “You took that shit and ran with it, literally.” Anger filling his tone by the minute.

Scoffing, “A rumor that I recall you did not confirm nor deny. It was a yes or no question.”

“I denied that shit, Valencia. I wasn’t fucking no other bitches when we was together. That was you. All up in your head, making up these crazy ass scenarios. I specifically told you not to worry about the rumors and don’t believe what everybody tell you. A person will tell you anything and you’ll believe that shit. I always hated that about you.”

Valencia began to grow angry as well, staring at him as if he’d grown three heads. “Yo, what the fuck?” Her tone of voice rising. “It’s been three fucking years. Why the fuck are you so fixated on that shit? ‘Cause guess what? That one little rumor isn’t the only reason I left.” Instantly, his head snaps in her direction.

“What else? Why you leave then?” He inches closer to the woman, his tall frame steaming.

“I don’t wanna talk about that shit. It’s all in the past—”

“Then that’s where your ass should’ve stayed.” His tone of voice raising much higher, almost shouting. “What was your fucking point of coming out to see me? Hm? Don’t say you didn’t come to see me ‘cause you and I both know you did.” Her eyes began fluttering and on the verge of the tears.

The young woman couldn’t believe he was speaking to her this way when they were just laughing up a storm moments ago. Maybe she shouldn’t have come to see him after leaving him without any absolute closure. She should have stayed in the past… like he wants.

“You know what?” She starts, both of their irises full of fury yet passion. “I admit I was wrong for leaving you the way I did. But you have to understand that this lifestyle isn’t me. The women, the tours, the tabloids— I couldn’t do it anymore. I wanted a relationship with you… not the world, D.” Everything was finally making perfect sense.

“I couldn’t tell you that then because I couldn’t face you. You would try to make me stay and I would’ve but I wouldn’t be happy.”

Sighing heavily, he takes a step back, anger subsiding and face softening. “I ain’t know you felt that way.” How could he not see it? His aggressive schedule, the tours, the shows, the spotlight. DeVante had no absolute idea how much his career affected her. “But you knew what it was when you got with me. So what changed?” She broke his heart and the way she left impacted him greatly.

“The nights, days, weeks.” Her mind traveling down memory lane. “I began to feel alone and I’m where I’m at while you’re where you’re at and I’m hearing all these stories and such. How was I supposed to feel? I’m not apart of that world so it felt like I was on the outside looking in.” She steps forward, caressing his canvas soothingly.

“I should’ve gave you the proper closure you needed. I’m sorry, okay?”

DeVante had every right to feel how he felt. Because that night she was very adamant on leaving, packing up every single belonging and fleeing the spacious lonely mansion without another word. Every tear came redemption yet she knew she had to leave… so, she did. No matter how much she didn’t want to and the amount of tears shed.

That nineteen-year-old remembered her mother being there, helping her pack and consistently telling her, “I told you men like that aren’t worth it. They lie, they cheat…” She’d lectured her the entire time while Valencia ignored her egg donor to the best of her abilities, much too weak to argue.

His irises piercing into hers intensely, low red eyeballs reading lust and passion yet love. “Prove it.”

Valencia was slightly caught off guard, given how quickly the entire energy in the suite transitioned. He was just jumping down her throat now he looked he wanted to be in her throat.

“Prove what?” She plays dumb, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Prove how sorry you are— ‘know what I’m saying?” His hands palming her backside, taking the opportunity to grip what once belonged to him. “Prove to daddy how much missed me.” A smirk amongst his lips.

She returns the smirk, beginning to caress his clothed shoulders before pulling the leather jacket to expose his tattooed arms. Soon came his baggy shirt. The musician watches the woman closely with a groan as she began to plant kisses amongst his ink covered golden chest, bending upon her knees.

There were way more tattoos than before she’d realized. It gave him a more edgy image. That turned her on. The throbbing between her legs returned yet again, a waterfall leaking in her panties.

Almond shaped mid length chrome colored acrylic nails beginning to unbutton and unzip the fly of his pants, the sight of his hard bulge making her mouth water. Without a hesitation, his boxers were to his ankles. Valencia grasped an opportunity to admire the view of his naked body and how tatted he was compared to when they first met.

His thick, long member stood at attention and longing for attention as she stared, thinking of the phenomenal times she and him shared. Remembering the days when she was willing to die for that dick. Now, she was reverting to her old ways and indulging in one of her many guilty pleasures.

Stroking him softly, she wraps her lips around his phallus and immediately goes to work. “Shit. There you go, baby.” His deep nasally voice encourages her in a breathy tone, crooked fingers tangling within her tresses.

The woman’s head bobs backward and forward, attempting her best to deep throat him but it wouldn’t be long before she got the hang of it. DeVante soon transitioned into her meal as she swallowed him, twisting her hand to stroke the musician to perfection.

Meanwhile, the musician was in ecstasy as the woman that was once the love of his life gave him superhead. It was an art she’d perfected long ago after much practice. His head hung backward, a plethora of groans and profanity exiting his pink lips while fucking her pretty face.

Slurping sounds filled the spacious suite. Valencia’s eyelids were shut, letting his reaction consume her— sucking him as if her life depended on it.

She’s doing such a phenomenal job that he came under a minute but that didn’t make her want to stop. In fact, it encouraged her to go harder. “Mm.” She moans against his phallus, tears rolling down her cheeks, slob and cum surrounding her lips as well as dripping along her exposed breasts.

She didn’t care if she looked pretty or not.

“Aight, baby.” He slowly attempts to push her head backward, mouth hanging agape in pleasure while she ravished him during his orgasm. “Damn, Val…” He eyed her through low eyelids, body shaking slightly. Clearly, she was adamant on showing him how sorry she is.

Seductively, she pulls his member out of her mouth and taps it along her tongue before standing to her feet to connect their lips. His erect phallus in hand and at attention.

He fell under her spell while she lead him on the marble floors, ending up between her legs. Without a doubt, his hands were already upon the hem of her skirt and sliding the material downward as well as her panties. Anxious to see how soaked she is. Anxious to see what he once would play with on his free time.

The lights were bright and were going to remain that way, wanting to see one another. Their naked bodies being showcased in front of the windows, not giving a single fuck who would see. In fact, the thought of someone watching aroused the two even more.

“So fucking sexy… look at you.” His lowered gaze traveling amongst her captivating face as well as her captivating bareness. Her top row of pearly whites digging into her bottom lip, waiting for him to take her and ruin her as her legs remained spread to give him the beautiful view of her million dollar wetness.

“Sit that pretty pussy on my face.” He demands and she immediately does as told, a moan falling amongst her lips the moment she feels the sensation of his wet tongue.

She rode and rode, moaning loudly as the musician ate her to the bone. His pink lips licking and sucking, kissing— enjoying the melody of her moans and the screams of his name.

Occasionally, he would send smacks to her backside and gripping it, loving the taste she possessed. Nectar overflowing amongst his lips and chin. He always did love the sweetness.

Soon, they would find themselves switching positions. DeVante happened to be in control, her legs upon his shoulders whilst his member stroked in and out of the woman strategically. They felt so good to one another, loving the sensation of their love-making.

It was intense.

The way DeVante’s beautiful hazel swirling irises peered into hers, sweat beads dripping along his face— giving her his all. He looked incredibly sexy on top of her, not to mention he feels so fucking amazing inside of her.

Valencia’s sweet nectar lubricated every movement driving the two up the wall. The stickiness slapping against their skin. Macaroni-like noises as well as heavy breathing and moans filling the area.

Every stroke snatching each breath out of her lungs, her mouth hung agape— low eyelids giving the musician her undivided attention. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good inside of me.” Her dainty hands trailing against his tattooed arms, admiring his beauty and inked art onto his being.

They bit each other, screamed, screeched, tore one another apart— kissing one another roughly. Their sex wasn’t very slow, it was passionate yet rough. Clearly angry at one another that neither of them could have what they wanted. They were both aware that they couldn’t get back together.

That door had already closed.

The musician pulls out, already on the verge of approaching his orgasm. “Arch your back for me, baby.” He pants and she immediately does as told, moaning the moment she feels him inside of her love yet again.

The view of her backside slapping against him made him drag his tongue across his lips, sending a smack to it. “Damn, I missed you.” His baritone meets her eardrums instantly resulting in her lips to press together similar to a pout but she isn’t pouting. “You missed me, baby?”

Her mouth agape, breathing heavily while a plethora of moans passes her lips. “Unh, yes.” Face pressed against the marble floor and she didn’t even seem to care, clearly too fucked out to give a fuck.

“I love you…” She trails off moaning, nearly on the verge of tears. His grip on her waist tightening as he gave her his all, knowing it would be their last time like this. That was his main focus. “I love you, Donald, you hear me?” The woman wanted a response, beginning to pump it back at a similar pace of his strokes.

“Fuck, Val…” He began, head tossing backward. She knew how to make him weak, she also knows that he’s upset with her. All these years of no closure, no calls— nothing. There was no going back from that. The damage had already been done.

But no matter what, the feelings remained and that’s all it would ever be. Two people who were deeply in love with one another.

“I love you more, baby. Never stopped.”

His response makes her eyes flutter, immediately feeling her orgasm approaching. Though she could feel his anger, she could feel his love— emotionally and physically, he didn’t even have to say it.

The musician wasn’t ashamed, fucking her senseless in front of the windows without an absolute care. Anyone in the other buildings could’ve looked in and saw how dirty they were being, watching their hour long filth.

Her fucked out face turned in front of the windows while he was behind her being, fucking her doggystyle. The lights were still on so they could see everything, every crevice, every tattoo, every love face.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” The beauty moans while his mouth hung agape, focused and speechless. His eyebrows furrowing together as she put her million dollar pussy on him, his orgasm approaching quickly.

It was as if he was on a cloud. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling this way because of all of the chronic he smoked today or the half of bottle of Hennessy he drank at the afterparty. DeVante just knew that he feels amazing. Valencia feels amazing.

“Mm, daddy..” She calls out.

Immediately, the musician began to think about sealing the deal. Wondering if he would just release his seed inside of her. Then, she would have no choice but to come back into his arms and have a family like they talked about in the past.

Imagining how beautiful she would look pregnant with his child, eating every thing in sight. He would rub her swollen feet, caress her protruding belly while their creation kicked. The two smiling at one another lovingly as his other kids from previous relationships ran around their shared home.

It was a beautiful vision.

Yet, no matter how beautiful it was. It wasn’t fair.

Panting heavily, the musician pulls out and releases onto her plump backside with a groan, “Shit.” It wouldn’t be long before Valencia reaches her climax, crying out for the most high. Quivering and shaking.

Silence falling over them after their mind blowing orgasm, remaining in their same position until the beauty turns to climb onto his lap. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she envelopes herself into her ex’s ink covered arms.

Not another word being exchanged.

[rottnteen]

Diet Mountain Dew

tw: smut, friends to lovers, nothing too intense just very cute fluff with a bit of spice, love confession, i describe reader having big boobs kinda like more developed?, oblivious reader to the world?, praise, lil' bit of degradation, fingering, virgin!reader, cum eating

Hawkins, Indiana

A place no one would want to return to. Other then you.

You're peculiar. Everyone knew it, your parents knew it, your dorm mate knew it, your siblings knew it, even your mailman. But being peculiar means that you get peculiar friends.

One peculiar friend in particular, Eddie Munson.

Eddie likes Metallica and WASP. He enjoys playing his guitar in his free time. In the other part of his free time he taught kids how to play DnD and in the night, sold drugs to the basketball jocks that had run your highschool. Eddie Munson also lives in the trailer park you grew up in. He lives with his uncle, he moved in when he was 10, going into the 6th grade. just like you.

As time grew, you and Eddie had grown closer. And of course you changed and he changed, your bodies grew and developed. But you never noticed. You never noticed his back muscles that grew to the freckles strewn across his back. You never noticed that his hair is unruly and not so short anymore. You never noticed that his smile became wolffish and sly, making every girl swoon but you.

Because you're oblivious.

As you came and parked into your mothers driveway, you notice Eddie washing his van outside shirtless. You haven't seen him in a year and somehow he's become more toned?

He doesn't see your car park or even hear it because he has his music blasting into the neighborhood. You grab your duffel and enter your trailer, placing it down and saying hi to your mom.

"Y/n! My darling daughter!" Your mom brings you into an embrace and kisses the top of your head. You giggle softly and she returns to her place looking at you. "Your so grown up. It's crazy watching Eddie and you grow, become adults. Eddies so handsome and youre just so beautiful!" She squeezes your cheek gently and eases off of you for the time being. The eerie silence creeped upon the both of you as you stood in your living room. Your mouth turning into a tight line. "Ugh, fine go and see him." She dismisses you and you smile toothily.

You exit the trailer, trying to not let the screen door slam. You dress differently then you did from the last time you saw him. You used to be the innocent girl who wore pink frilly blouses paired with long white skirts, barrettes in your hair. But college hit you like a bus.

Your smooth legs had fishnets clung to them and you had a short denim skirt on top. Your breasts had grown and were popping out of your red v neck. Your heart shaped glasses sat perched on your nose and you had a smile on your face. You, of course, wasn't aware of such the big change. As you're getting closer to him your red doc martens hit the ground.

He still hasn't heard or noticed you, just whipping his head around to the music. By now you were a couple feet away from him and so you poke his shoulder twice, feeling the muscle underneath on accident. It made your heart flutter...it was an accident.

He turned to his stereo that was sitting on the roof of his van and turned it down to a low volume, easing itself into sounding almost exhausted. As he's turning around he wipes his hand with a dry towel and lets out a gruff, "Yes?" Now this made your body perk with excitement? No...no anxiety.

He turns fully to find you standing before him. In all your glory. "Y-y/n?"

You smile, your red lips pursing as you speak, "Surprise!" You bounce up and down slightly, giddily. His eyes travel all around your body in awe.

"What the hell?"

You cross your arms and frown. "A hug would be better than that greeting."

"You're...here and? Different?" He says and grabs ahold of the side of your arm, his hot calloused hand rubbing up and down.

You smile shyly, "Just the way i dress. It's nothing big..." Your eyes flit back to his hand gripping your skin. He looks down at you, analyzing every part of you. You finally meet his eyes and you cock your head slightly to the side.

I want you

You gulp slightly, hearing your thoughts ring around in your head. "Uh," Eddies hand pulls away from you and goes into his pocket of his dark jeans. "So NYU? How's it treating you?"

You smile, "I like it," You pause. "Nope, I love it. Eddie you'd love the city life, like NYC is made for you!" You grab his arm and shake it, him chuckling softly.

"Yeah?" He asks, grabbing the hair tie from his wrist to put his locks into a low bun.

Your hand dropped and you watched his muscles flex, his v line popping from beneath the jeans, his happy trail leading from his belly button to something you never really thought about...until now.

"Uh-uh yeah! I made lots of friends. My friend, Carter, he and I hang out all the time! We talk about everything. Well...almost everything. Whenever i bring up you, he tries to change the conversation." You ramble, your mouth going a mile a minute. Eddie shuffles around you and grabs your wrist pulling you inside his trailer as you talk. "He gets all weird, and stuff and stops talking to me when i bring you up more then once!" You sit down on his couch and look up to Eddie

You look up to Eddie who has a smile on his face, standing before you. He chuckles as you let out a small breath from your fast talking, "Sounds like he's jealous." Eddie grabs a sweater from Wayne's chair and goes into the kitchen to grab a couple of things. You laugh at that. "Why're you laughing?" Eddie calls out, bottles clanking as he digs into the fridge.

"You're funny. Guys don't even look at me like that Ed's!"

Now Eddie laughs. "You're joking right?" He walks toward you and hands you an open coke which you take a nice swig of. He sits next to you on the couch, his arm on the back of the sofa behind you. Instinctively you lay your legs across Eddie's lap as you talk to him. His hand comes down and runs up and down on your calf.

"What do you mean?" You groan out, your words elongating, taking another sip of your drink.

He smiles and cocks his head. "Doll, when you called me last month to tell me about how dumb the boys in your psyche class is? Saying that they look like they're drooling uh... half asleep?" You nod, remembering the subject. "They were drooling over you. Daydreaming."

You scoff at that and roll your eyes, "Then they would've asked me out by now! Isn't that what's supposed to happen? Boy likes the girl, he asks her out."

He laughs again, you feel mocked. You start to stand and he grabs your calf halting your efforts, "Hey! No! I'm not making fun of you! Well, kinda..." You start to get up again but his hold on your leg keeps you there. "I think it's cute, adorable, that's why i'm laughing. y/n i can assure you. you'd be taken if guys had the balls to approach you."

"Very funny Eds." You say and his expression doesn't change. "Oh yeah? Who?"

He's stunned at the confidence you've gained, how much you've changed and the way your sassing has increased in such a hot way. "I can show you." He responded.

You sit up and cross your ankles getting closer to him, "Eddie lets be for real, your just trying to make me feel better about myse-"

His tongue enters your mouth as his hands grip your face, pulling you into him. His taste was intoxicating, consisting of coke, cigarettes, and surprisingly a slight tang of lemon. You let out a small whimper and grip his arm that was keeping his hand on your head. Keeping the hand there more so then he was, you wanted him all over.

You bite his bottom lip and move to straddle his lap. Your skirt rising and going to the tops of your thighs, revealing your black laces underwear. His hands travel everywhere on your body, from the curve of your chest down to your soft plush thighs.

You both finally part, his lips tinted with your lipstick and your lipstick slightly smudged down your chin. "You're beautiful." He says in a whisper, his hair like a halo around his head. You blush and kiss his neck and his hand goes down your waist to your inner thigh, meeting your mound. "And wet..."

You blush harder, face turning red as you hide in his neck. You can feel his smirk radiating off of him, his cocky energy filling the small space where your chests don't touch. His large fingers go up and down your clothed slit, feeling the wet lace. "Do you want me to touch you?"

You whimper and nod but his fingers stop, "Say it." Your breath catches in your throat. "Say you want to be used and touched by me, like the good little slut that you are."

"I-" You start but shudder when you feel his breath span across your shoulder. "I want you to touch me, Eddie."

He smiles and brings your face back to him and kisses you on your lips softly. Letting you know he appreciates you, all of you. His hand moves your panties to the side and his middle finger moves through your slick folds, feeling how truly aroused you are for him. "God..."

You whimper in response as his finger spreads the rest of your wetness across the span of your cunt. Making it slippery and able for him to explore. As his fingers roam, it lands on your clit which makes you grab his muscles tightly. He smiles toothily at your reaction and starts to go in speedy circles. As he does so your mouth drops and goes into an "O" shape.

Your reactions fill his ego and so his hand slips and one finger goes into your tight hole. "Your a virgin, aren't you?" He asks as your hips buck up to him, the feeling amazing as the palm of his hand stimulates your clit. He inserts another finger, slightly scissoring them to make room.

"Yes!" You mewl and grab at his shoulders, your nails surely leaving some indents and scratches. "Fuck Eddie, I cant...I need to-"

"Cum. Be a good girl."

At his words your stomach tightens and snaps, your cum spilling onto his hand. You slump onto him and pant. "Nice." Eddie chuckles and takes his fingers out and puts them in his mouth.

[maybankxw]

𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ fingering; teasing; oral, male receiving; unprotected sex;] minors dni!!!

summary: the girl is teasing jj to the point where he gives up and gives in

word count: 2.5k

a/n: my personal favourite, kind of inspired by ‘wet dream’ song! enjoy!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated! (gif is mine)

Windows down, soft warm wind caressed the skin of my face, ruffling my hair, making a mess out of it. My eyes narrowed, nose scrunched up and a smile tugged on my lips. I was in pure excitement. John B’s van was my most favourite thing to drive and now, I owned it all to myself. I loved a good company, but clearing my head, staying on my own for a bit was like a gulp of fresh air. The sun was about to start setting down, painting the sky into peachy pink.

Landscape after landscape changed itself. The outer banks was a mesmerising place, I could never get tired of it. 

I sped up, trying to avoid all the bumps, miles passed and I spotted a familiar figure in the distance. 

She waited for me. Damn this fucking girl and her little games. 

She leaned against the road sign, arms folded on her chest, a knotted maroon top covered her breasts, it was flimsy though, I could see her nipples through it, a tiny skirt that almost bared her ass, martens boots matching the colour of her top and white socks peeking out of the edges, her hair pinned up in a messy bun. She looked sexy. I noticed a nasty smirk curling on her lips when I stopped the car and waited for her to get in. There wasn’t a soul around, only us and an old player blasting the song on repeat.

Sounds like a fucking cliché, but I swear it felt like we were in a goddamn movie.

She swung her legs in and plopped to her seat, shutting the door and letting the pins from her hair drop, allowing her strands to fall over her shoulders in loose waves. I watched her as she put her seatbelt on and rolled the window down, sliding lower in her seat. Her bare thighs tempted me and the look on her face, taunting and needy and captivating, beckoned me to drown, like she weaved a spell over me by simply looking into my eyes.

“How much did you have?” I asked, referring to the alcohol, she always loved to have a shot or a few. My eyes were fixed on the road while I twisted the key and started the van again, changing gear and pushing the gas pedal.

“Didn’t drink,” she shifted and leaned close to my ear, “I knew you wouldn’t fuck me drunk, since you’re such a gentleman and all. Had only water the whole day,” she grinned, propping her legs on the windshield.

Her arm stretched out of the window and she relaxed, a faint smile curled on her lip as she caught the breeze, drawing a wave with her palm, grasping the leather seat with her free hand and I tried my best to stay focused on the road, veering to the right, then left, escaping another huge bump on our way.

“It’s always nice with you,”  she turned her head in my direction, I felt her staring, “I wish we could have this sweet type of love, you know.” 

She pulled a cigarette out of the glove compartment, clamping it between her teeth, pawing for a lighter. Clink, a tiny flame burned and she lighted a cig, shoving the lighter back to its place. 

She made a tug and let out a cloud of white smoke, which dissipated with the wind, gazing outside as we drove, fiddling with her necklace, pinching the cigarette between her fingers. Another tug and then she held it out to my lips, I accepted.

I could taste her, my grip on the steering wheel tightened, but I made a short tug and let her have the rest. 

“I had a dream,” she pushed, “A wet dream.”

I glanced at her, curious, and a smirk stretched on her face when she noticed. She looked at me with seducing half lidded eyes.

“Guess who was there.”

“You’re here telling me this, it’s obvious.”

She blew out a puff of air, throwing the cig away, her palm was suddenly on my thigh, rubbing it up to my cock, which started hardening in an instant, “Don’t be rude.” When she found her way to the erection in my pants, I groaned, a strangled deep sound but she heard. 

I caught a bump she smiled, satisfied, jerking her hand away. A fucking distraction. Pushing off of her seat, she caught the straps of her panties and slowly dragged them off, her skirt rode up an inch higher and I swallowed thickly. Her underwear flew to my side and hung over the steering wheel. 

She was so fucking obscene with me, I’ve never seen her behave like this with anyone else, not in the slightest, no flirting or playful touches at the parties, not trying to seduce any of our friends, even though she had all their attention. All the time. 

Right heel dug into the leather, when she bent her knee and propped her leg up on the seat, pushing her other one further apart. Her fingers darted to her clit and she moaned, so disgustingly intimate I almost chocked on air.

“Enough of this,” I managed to keep my voice steady, tapping the side of the window, the song on the radio went “Baby do you want to come home with me?”

“What, that turns you on?” she teased, rubbing her cunt with two fingers. I knew she was wet as hell, and I wished I was the one touching her, but I let her put on a show. My sight remained on the road, but her breathy little whimpers invaded my mind, disturbing me, making me clutch the steering wheel harder and grit my jaws together. 

“You fucked me against your kitchen counter, then we moved to the bathroom and I sucked you off,” she chuckled, the sounds of her fingers pushing in and out getting sloppier and more audible, “You tasted so good, J,” she moaned, throwing her head back, “I let you fuck me on your desk, on your bed, on your living room couch,” she said breathless, fingering herself faster. 

My cock was so hard, it was painful, I had to slow the car down a bit not to get into a car crash. 

“Look at me.”

I did. Fuck me, I did. I watched her touching herself to the images of me fucking her. I could picture it vividly as she spoke about it. Her face was pure need and lust, her arm reached out to me, trying to undo the belt, with an effort, but she succeeded. The van came to a halt, but I still gripped the steering wheel, watching her every move. She pushed my boxers down, my cock jutted out, deep red, begging for relief. She stuck her tongue out and demonstratively licked her palm, looking me in the eyes, bringing it to back to fist my cock. He strokes were gentle, her nails grazing my balls. I grunted, shifting in my seat, squeezing my eyes shut for a few seconds. Her thumb pressed her clit and her spine arched off of the backrest as she locked in a long spasm, panting and moaning, desperately biting onto her lip to suppress the dirty sounds she was making, holding my cock tighter, making me inhale sharply.

We looked at each other, lids heavy, breaths uneven, our lips parted, the tension getting unbearable. I placed my palm on her thigh, tugging her closer. In a rush she crawled over and straddled my lap, our bare skin touched and we both let out pornographic sounds, unable to keep away anymore. She shifted her hips teasingly and I gripped them, digging my fingers into her skin, causing her to hiss. I shoved her skirt up to her waist and pushed it over her head along with her top, throwing it to the side. It was getting darker, the sky turned almost purple, but I still could see her features perfectly. She undid the buttons on my black short sleeved shirt and pushed my shorts lower to my knees.

“You’re a handful, you know that?” I muttered, watching hr smiling viciously.

She only dove in for a kiss, taking my face in her palms, her tongue slipped in and I bit her, my hand closed at the back of her neck and I won over, pushing my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her lower lip. She bucked her hips again and I growled into her mouth, she swallowed it. I lifted her up and sat her down on my cock, easing myself inside slow and deliberate, so she felt me filling her every inch. 

“Don’t move,” I whispered and placed another kiss on her lips, veering to her throat, then her chest. I teased her with the tip of my tongue, drawing little circles around her nipple, a cry burst out of her and I sucked her nipple into my mouth. She clenched around me, her fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my face further into her skin. I sucked like I was fucking starving, taking as much as I could fit in my mouth, grazing the swollen bud with my teeth. 

She ground on me and I slapped her ass for doing so, “I told you to be still.”

I came to play with her other boob, leaving the first one wet and throbbing, pinching her nipple with the pads of my fingers. She buried her nose into my hair, suppressing her whimpers. Now, she was out of control, completely at my mercy, indulging and clinging to me. She loved fucking me and god help me, I loved fucking her too. This girl was made for me.

“JJ,” she kissed the top of my head, swaying to the right then left, she tipped my chin up and caught my gaze, “Fuck me.” My blood burned, she made it so fucking hard to think straight. I slid lower and thrusted my hips up, holding onto her waist, helping her move. She leaned over the steering wheel, giving more space of her body for me to explore. My palms moved to the back of her thighs and I held her captive, pushing her legs wider, fucking her deep and slow. Her fingers found her clit, but I slapped her hand away, pushing my thumb into her lips to moisturise it and replaced her finger with mine, rubbing the swollen bud, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. I loved the way her body responded to me.

“Oh, fuck you,” she trembled, looking down at where we were locked together, watching me sliding in and out of her.

“As you wish, baby.”

I tugged her back into our previous position and made her do the work. She lifted herself up and down repeatedly, our bodies slapping together, the air hot and thick, filled with perfume and sex.

She clutched the doorframe, lips brushed my ear, eliciting a groan from me. My hands skimmed her body, not sure where to land. She was fucking mesmerising and I wanted all of her.

“Come all over me,” I rasped, sucking onto her neck, marking her soft skin, making her mine again and again, “I want to see you tremble, while your tight little pussy clenches around my cock.”

Her thighs shook and her cunt rippled, her cum coated me, but she kept moving, her walls tightened around me, triggering my own orgasm.

My cock jerked, thick warm liquid spilled inside her and I groaned into her neck, sinking my teeth into her skin. 

Her lips found mine and she shut me up with a kiss, hot and intimate, biting my lip so hard, I sensed the coppery taste in my mouth. She probably did too, because that satisfied mile of hers was spreading on her face again.

“I love fucking you,” she whispered into my mouth, still slightly grinding on me, my cum leaking out of her and down to my balls, “Can never get enough.”

I smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her nose grazed my cheek and her lips touched the corner of mine. She trailed a path down and found my neck, sucking in response, marking me too. It was fun thing about her, when we fucked, she always turned into a helpless girl, leaving all the reins to me, even though she could be that bold, masturbating for an audience. She worked me up and then submitted. I loved it. 

Her nails scratched my chest and my abdomen and involuntary I tensed. She pushed herself up and off of my lap, kneeling on the seat next to me. 

Fresh breeze from the window stifled the heat that crept up to my neck and let me get back to reality for a second, because the other one, her hand was on my cock again, gripping and stroking it leisurely as she planting kisses on my stomach. I hardened again. 

“What’s this for?”

“Because I want it. It’s not for you, it’s for me.”

I chuckled, threading my fingers through her hair, feeling her lips swirling over the swollen head of my cock, sucking gently, and lapping up the trickle that met her tongue, the remains of my cum and her cum blended together. She moaned, sending vibrations through my body and my breaths turned ragged, my chest rose and fell faster, “Fuck, you feel good,” I breathed out. Her head dove lower and lifted up as she sucked me off, taking me as deep as she could. My hand reached her cunt and I slipped a finger inside her, easily, she was getting wet all over again. Jesus fucking christ. She moaned, bobbing her head up and down faster, squeezing my balls in her hand, slick with cum.

“You like that? Sucking my cock, while I fuck you with my fingers?”

She scratched my thigh, the meaning behind the action was for me to shut up and I retrieved my fingers, making her shudder. It was entertaining.

But she grazed me with her teeth and I groaned, fisting her hair and slamming two of my fingers back inside of her warm cunt. She cried out, her voice vibrated through me, spurring me to come.

She pulled away and licked a flat stripe up the underside of the base and looked up to meet my eyes, so fucking hot.

“I do,” she grind her ass back and took me back into her mouth, sucking until she felt me twitching.

“I’ll spill in your mouth, if you don’t stop now.”

She didn’t stop, she moved faster, squeezing my balls and I came, hard, white ribbons of my cum coated her tongue and she swallowed every drop of it. Fuck. 

When she sat back up I grabbed a hold of her chin and covered my mouth with hers kissing slow and wet.

“Stay at mine tonight,” I suggested, coiling a strand of her hair over my finger.

“Why, you wanna fuck me again?”

“I just want you to stay with me,” I let her hair fall and locked my gaze with hers, “I can fuck you, tuck you in or whatever you want. I just want you close.”

“Okay,” she mouthed, brushing my hair off of my forehead, kissing my lips again, “I do too.”

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[varverine]

◉ HOW THE BEASTS CAME TO BE ◉

Firstmarten shook off her hairs into the Primordial Lake. These hairs turned into beasts and came to the shore. The short hairs became weasels, and those weasels that muddied their tails on the shore became stoats. Long hairs became polecats, sables and martens. A polecat has a dark mask on his face because of the silt stuck on his face. The ferret's skin burned out in the sun, and he began to roll in mud. That's how marbled polecat came to be. The marten, climbing out, smeared her breast with white clay and became white-hearted.

And other Fisrtbeasts followed Firstmarten's example.

Kvolke-Ho, the hero of fox legends, was born from a lump of swallowed fur that was spat out of Firstfox's mouth. All other descendants of Firstfox came out of the Lake.

At the bottom of the Primordial Lake rested the first rod of Mountain Quartz. When creating the Beforebeast, the Darkness had overdone it and put a too dense Dark Clot into it, which was cast to the bottom of the Skynesting along with the Earth. As it so happened, the denser the Darkness, the colder it was, and this solid clot became a frost crystal.

And some hairs touched it and became Snow Beasts.

So from the Hare came the Arctic Hare, from the Bear - the White Bear, from the Fox - the Arctic Fox, from the Vole - the Lemming, from the Otter - the Seal, from the Leopard - the Snow Leopard.

But snow did not exist in those times, the animals living in the primordial world did not know the cold. The Mountain Crystal, which was touched by the hairs, laid the Snow Beginning in the Snow Beasts. And they longed for winter.

Polar Bear, Arctic Fox and Irbis have conspired with the other Snow Beasts to create an eternal winter in Mirolapye. Some animals, such as weasels and stoats, managed to nurture their snowy beginnings themselves by stealing the shards of Mountain Quartz that Frostpelt had broken off to create winter. So weasels and ermines were able to change their pelts to snowy ones as soon as the cold weather came.

But the animals, unfit for frost, wailed from the cold, howling for help from the Sun. But the Sun could not melt the ice, because it spent too much energy shining all year round.

And the Stars intervened. They allowed the White Bear, Irbis and the Arctic Fox to rule only three months of the year, so that the Sun could rest and gain strength. And so it went.

But reluctantly the Snow rebels left their post, giving way to warmth. They would stay for a month or two.

Then the wise Stars divided the year into twelve parts, giving the remaining nine months to other beasts, so that they replaced each other, and thus the cold time was smoothly replaced by warmth.

Since then each month has borne the name of the beast in charge of that month.

◉ THE NAMES OF THE MONTHS ◉

❄ Whirlheart (Irbis)

❄ Icetail (Arctic fox)

❄ Frostpelt (White Bear)

🌿 Sunglance (Horse)

🌿 Clearstream (Shrew)

🌿 Flowersnuff (Mink)

🌻 Grassypaws (Hedgehog)

🌻 Baskingfur (Reed Cat)

🌻 Redbite (Noctule bat)

🍂 Fairhunt (Badger)

🍂 Goldenmane (Fox)

🍂 Rivergrip (Wolverine)

[imherewheniwant]

WLW

Back story- Two girls share an apartment and have a few common friends but are cold to each other. Not really enemies but there is always a kind of tension between them. Until one day their friends invite both of them to a night out.

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"Paris, Luna, we don't care how tired you are of your stupid internships. You're going out with us tonight and that's final. Now get ready within the next 45 minutes or we're dragging you out in your pj's." Vince was adamant. Luna didn't think it was a bad idea either. It had been a while since she'd hung out with her friends, not to mention the internship was sucking her soul and she really needed to let out some steam. But Paris... "I'm going. Meet me at front door in 20 minutes if you make up your mind." With that, Paris went to her room which was across from Luna's and locked her door. Luna went to her room and opened her closet. She put on a noodle strap black dress and fishnet stockings along with silver earrings, a matching cross necklace and black heels.

When she came to the front door, she saw Paris wearing black leather pants and a leather jacket with a white v-neck shirt underneath. Her doc martens were an equally dark black and Luna couldn't help but stare for a second too long at her silver chain choker. "Oh great. So we're twinning now," Paris said, not in a way that suggested she was annoyed by the coincidence. Just in a very Paris way. Luna shrugged awkwardly while Paris opened the door. They shared a cab to the club where their friends were already waiting for them.

3 hours at the club and over 7 drinks made a very loud and happy group of girls in their 20s. As the party exited the club, they couldn't help stumbling over each other and having fits of laughter over a piece of bagel that rolled around on the road. "Man, I should really get going now," said Katy, one of Luna's closest friends. "Will you guys be able to get home alright?" she asked, pointing at Paris and Luna. "Yeah, we will. You guys go ahead. We'll share a cab." Luna assured.

When the rest of them were gone, Paris hailed a cab and the two of them got in. About 5 minutes into the ride, Luna noticed Paris staring at her thigh where the stocking had been torn. Suddenly conscious, she pulled down her dress to cover up the tear. Paris' short red and black hair were messy but Luna couldn't help stealing glances at her every few seconds for reasons she was either too drunk to figure out or simply didn't want to. She realized that Paris wasn't exactly looking away either. Something was bubbling up between them and none of them was keen on blowing it away.

They reached their apartment somehow, supporting each other up the stairs and Paris pulled out the keys from her pocket. Once they were inside, a sudden urge took over Luna and she pulled Paris towards herself by her jacket and kissed her. Paris was too surprised to react for a couple of seconds but kissed her back when she came to. Luna couldn't explain what happened to her when Paris kissed her back but she smiled. Paris pushed her against the door and tangled her fingers in Luna's hair. Luna couldn't stop the moan that escaped her throat and this riled Paris up. She wanted more of this. More of Luna sounding so beautiful. More of her lips that tasted of alcohol and mint and strawberry. More of her scent. More of Luna.

Paris' hands traveled down to Luna's neck, shoulders, breasts. Luna's breath hitched when cold hand reached down the back of her dress and unclasped her bra. Paris' lips met her neck just then and it was enough to make Luna go weak in the knees. Paris left a trail of kisses (possibly hickeys) down her neck and shoulders till Luna was moaning loud, her breaths short and ragged, her hands pushing off Paris' jacket and pulling at her hair.

Paris grunted when Luna pulled her hair particularly hard. She grabbed Luna's waist and she wrapped her legs around her. Both of them breathing hard, Paris threw Luna on the bed and started unbuttoning her own shirt. "Wait," Luna said sitting up. "There's something I wanna try..." she said, her voice raspy and almost a whisper. Paris smirked slightly and sat down on the edge of the bed of what she now realized was her own room. "What is it?" Paris asked, the sound of her voice sending shivers down Luna's back. "I-", instead of completing her sentence, she simply got up and straddled one of Paris' thighs so their faces were centimeters away from each other.

"Kiss me," she whispered and Paris' eyes glazed over with realization. She kissed her, softly at first, but as Luna started rocking back and forth, grinding on Paris' thigh, bit Luna's bottom lip. Luna whimpered, the stockings and her underwear adding to the friction with Paris. "Go on, baby," Paris said as she left a trail of sloppy kisses down Luna's neck. "You like this, don't you?"

"Mm hm... yes," Luna replied, as waves of pleasure clouded her mind with every grind. She was surprised at the way she sounded. Whimpering, voice straining to leave her throat. Luna's head snapped back as a guttural moan left her mouth when Paris suddenly flexed her thigh. "Oh my god please..." she whimpered, not sure what it was she begged for. "Please what? What do you want, Luna?" Paris mouthed her name so seductively that the knot in Luna's stomach tightened. "Mmh... i- oh..." Luna couldn't form words anymore, she only had Paris on her mind. "Say it. You want me, don't you?" Paris rasped and Luna moaned in response, "Yes yes yes please. Yes oh god."

Paris held onto Luna's back and moved her thigh back and forth, speeding up and putting pressure on Luna's pussy. Luna's eyes rolled back and lewd sounds left her mouth. "Paris oh Paris yesss.... oh my god please.... ohhh...". Finally, it all got too much for Luna and a low scream left her as ecstasy crashed all over her. She was panting and grunting and chanting Paris' name over and over again till the effects of her orgasm subsided enough for her senses to come. She could see the way Paris' glossy were drinking her in.

Paris lifted her lay her down on the bed. She pulled of her shirt and pants. Seeing her in nothing but her bra and underwear sent pulses down Luna's already sensitive pussy. Paris then went on to pull off Luna's dress and stockings. She threw away her bra and admired the wetness pooling in her underwear. "Did I do that to you, baby?" Luna blushed but didn't look away. She couldn't. Paris loomed over her, eyes never leaving her. Her hand, however, traveled south and went inside her underwear. Luna's breath caught in her throat as her cold hand came in contact with Luna's sensitive clit. She moaned loudly as the hand started rubbing her clit in slow circles.

"Wait I'm- Paris I can't- ugh!" She wanted this, her throbbing pussy sending up waves of unbearable pleasure. "Sh... you can do it," Paris said, her voice even deeper than usual. "Come for me... again." Luna's back arched and she grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheet. Moaning louder and louder as two fingers entered her vagina. "Ahhh Paris ple-please,". Paris knew what she wanted and threw away her underwear. Then she crawled to the edge of the bed and placed her head between Luna's thighs. Her hot breath sending new sensations to her brain. She placed both her hands on each thigh and spread open Luna's pussy. Luna whimpered in anticipation. Paris didn't keep her any further and dove in.

She licked and sucked on Luna's clit and made Luna's body a shivering, writhing mess. Then she inserted her tongue into her pussy, while her hands held down Luna by the waist. "Paris ahhhh oh god oh my god paris!" Luna exclaimed. Parisa then inserted two fingers deep into her vagina and sucked at Luna's clit with such vigor that Luna came violently. Her juices dripping down Paris' fingers and onto the bedsheets. Her hands tangled in Paris' hair, back arched, eyes closed and chanting Paris' name as if it were a magic spell.

Paris waited for her to come back and kissed her. Luna could taste herself on Paris as tears rolled down her cheek. Luna pulled apart Paris' bra and reached down her hand to massage Paris' pussy through her underwear. Paris moaned between the kiss and rolled over onto her back so that Luna was on top of her. Luna parted her lips and took one of Paris' breasts into her mouth. "Oh Luna.." moaned Paris. Luna moaned back, sending vibrations up Paris' spine. Luna's lips left wet kisses down Paris' stomach till she reached her belly button.

Luna pulled down Paris' underwear and threw it away as her hands grabbed at the roots of her hair. Paris was dripping wet and the sight of her almost gave Luna another orgasm. "Luna Luna Luna" repeated Paris between ragged breaths and soft, lustful moans. This as if added fuel to Luna's desire. She positioned herself between Paris and added a finger in her vagina.

Paris' back arched slightly as she spoke between broken breaths, "Oh baby... more,". Luna added another finger and started pumping in and out of her, slowly. "Ooh yes just like that baby... you're doing s-so good ah.." Paris moaned. Luna pulled out her fingers and sucked on them, coated with Paris' juices while she looked into her eyes. The sight of her made Paris moan and she pulled her towards herself to kiss her.

Then Luna licked her way down Paris' torso to her crotch and began sucking on her red, swollen clit, eliciting lewd moans and names from her mouth. Luna moaned when Paris tugged at her hair and it sent shivers up Paris' body. She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming. Suddenly, Luna thrust her tongue into Paris' opening and gently slapped her clit, once, twice, thrice. Each time Paris' body jerked up, her back arched and soft screams left her lips. "Luna I'm- I'm gonna-" Luna sped up her thrusts and moaned loudly. This was enough to push Paris over the edge. She came hard, all over Luna's face and she licked her juices clean.

Parisa pulled her up again, breathing hard and kissed Paris gently. None of them knew when they drifted off to sleep. On Paris' bed, in her room. Until her alarm went off the next morning. Both of them woke up, groggy from all the drinking and well, all the sex. As consciousness took over, they realized what had happened and Luna quickly covered herself up, gathered her clothes and went to her room. Confused and kind of embarrassed.

When she came to the dining area, where their cook prepared breakfast for them, she saw Paris already seated at the table, eating pancakes and drinking black coffee. Luna sat down awkwardly on the chair across from her and ate her breakfast in silence. When the cook left, Luna started, "Hey, listen. What happened last night-" "Was a drunken mistake and meant nothing. And hopefully you won't bring it up again." Paris completed as she picked up her bag and went off to work.

Luna was startled by her words. She knew that's what it was but some part of her wished for something else. Something more.

[daystar-by-jacqui-natla]

5. BENGAL COURT

LEAH DID MANAGE TO GET SOME SLEEP. SHE ONLY slept for five hours after the meeting with the Volturi. We waited for the morning to pass since the sun was out and shining. It was when the clouds covering the sky were when we travelled to the crime scene. We did hunt down animals to keep our thirst under control but when we do get thirsty at some point in the city, we'll have to find rats (which was Mum's favourite animal to hunt). Leah had food before we left and Ethan also packed a few clothes for her in case she might change into a wolf in case of danger approaching us; they were packed in his grey backpack.

I was wearing black jeans with rips on the knees and a black leather jacket with a dark grey loose vest underneath it; my hands were in leather black fingerless gloves. My black Dr Martens boots splashed on the little dirty puddles, leaving small filthy droplets on them. I definitely need to clean them after this. The rest of my family and Leah wore casual clothing. Starting with the men. Dad wore a black trench coat with a black turtleneck sweater and black trousers and shoes. Simon had a grey single-breasted trench lapel coat with a black shirt and blackish-grey jeans and maroon boots. Joseph had on a brown leather jacket with a grey hoodie, dark denim jeans and black boots. And finally, Ethan wore a purplish checked shirt with a magenta sweater over it, dark grey trousers and blue Converse trainers. He also had a trench coat to match his trousers. Now for the ladies. Mum wore a black-sleeved top, denim jeans, black boots with small heels and a beige trench coat over it. Alana wore a black skater dress with a grey leather jacket and tights and grey Oxford shoes. Rhona had on double denim (jacket and trousers) with brown boots and fingerless black gloves. And lastly, Leah had a dark green hoodie with black leggings and white trainers.

The murky clouds churned ominously overhead, threatening the promise of a torrential downpour. London always was both the wide avenues and the backstreets, had so many faces and a few voices were heard around her. I had gone into town a couple of times but I never thought London was a bit advanced, and there was no doubt about it. From the innovative subway system to the beautiful architecture, it was a modern metropolis. Even though there were new buildings, London was still vintage. The winding streets and Victorian architecture were hard to ignore. And that was where we arrived at.

Bengal Court was covered with blue and white tape with POLICE DO NOT CROSS on the white background. The feeling in the air at the crime scene was foreboding, making it clear that something terrible was afoot. The blood - or what was left of it - was dried into the concrete floor as flowers were laid by the nearest lamp alongside teddy bears and photos of the recently dead Nancy Clarke. She was a pretty girl too. She had light brown hair and hazel eyes with smooth tan skin. In the photo, she was wearing a white blouse and denim skinny jeans.

It was sad to see the dead girl and yet I wondered if she would be happy being dead rather than living eternity as a vampire. And have everyone thinks you're dead. That made me wonder a lot.

"There's no way a human is capable of this," Joseph was first to speak since arriving.

He was right too. We had heard stories from different people about how she died. More specifically, how she was founded. She was founded with blood draining out from her stomach with her rib cage completely broken as if she was crushed by a giant boulder. Her face — not youthful tan anymore — was gaunt and her eyes stared blankly into space, looking like she was tired.

"And they said that the victim is the seventh person who was killed," Simon commented. "Why didn't the Volturi do something about it when they were here?"

"I don't know, Simon," Dad replied, shaking his head. "I honestly don't know."

As they discussed, I spotted something glimmering on the crime scene floor. It looked like some kind of jewellery - a ring or maybe an earring - that was left behind with only a small crimson dot on it. I patted Dad's shoulder and he looked at me.

"What is it?" Dad asked.

I pointed to the crime scene, at the glow. "Something is shining at the crime scene."

Everyone glanced at the crime scene and Dad, after spotting it, fixed his gaze on the glow and his right arm bent into an angle. His fingers danced, his hand turned and the glow began to rise from the floor. It flew towards us and Dad gracefully caught it in his hand. It was a silver piece of a necklace, a heart-shaped piece with a black butterfly outline and a blue gem at the top. On the piece, two words were engraved in black: Little sis. I rubbed my heart piece necklace.

"Alana," he said and handed the piece over to her. "See what happened."

Alana took the piece into her hands and her thumbs and index fingers pressed against it. She stood still, her eyes widened and her lips pursed together. She was in complete focus, using her powers of clairvoyance. She froze for a few seconds until her golden eyes relaxed.

"I couldn't make it out," she admitted, shaking her head. "All I know is that she seemed to be viciously attacked by something."

"A vampire?" Rhona enquired.

"I don't know. She was tossing and turning, screaming in pain. Even vomiting out blood at one point."

"Well, we all know that it isn't a human doing it," Joseph said.

"Who or what could be doing this?" Mum puzzled. "We should step away from this."

We all agreed on this. Then, Dad spotted the alleyway and, with Mum holding on to him, decided to walk down there.

It took us less than five minutes to walk along the alleyway. The rained blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles. The air was crisp after the night's rain. We skirted puddles and listened to the gutters dripping, keeping a watchful eye out as we moved onto the streets, not wanting to be surprised by anyone. But no one seemed to be out this time. Probably been advised by the news to not go out unless it was necessary. The snarling bull emblazoned above the doors would probably have looked more impressive at night, lit by garish red neon. But at this hour it felt more like a guard dog staring balefully from behind a gate, prepared to bite if I strayed too close.

I almost jumped.

A woman had tottered from a nearby doorway without noticing me. As I watched, she lifted her gaze, revealing a pair of ruby eyes. She moved her pale face and her brunette hair effortlessly swayed to the side. Her two-inch high heels, scarlet biker jacket and obscenely low cleavage all conspired to make my eyebrow rise. She was like a prude Victoria's Secret model.

"She's a prostitute," Alana whispered.

"Mum!" Ethan half-shouted as Simon watched on in shock.

"How can you tell, Lana?" Rhona asked.

"When a woman's breasts are on display, they want to come out to play," she explained herself.

I snickered. I never thought I would hear something like that from a vampire. I only could imagine them watching Alana in pure shock and horror at the same time.

"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard in my life," Leah added.

"Just because we saw it, doesn't mean that —,"  Mum began to speak.

"Trust me," Alana interrupted. "I know one when I see one."

"Well, if that's the case, sweetheart," Simon said, looking down at her. "Why not ask her if she knows anything about the killings?"

"Sure thing, honey," Alana replied and walked towards the vampire woman; we soon followed her.

"So she was a wild cold one back then, huh?" Leah said softly to Ethan.

"Let's not go there," he answered, shaking his head as he felt embarrassed.

Alana stopped in front of the brunette and we surrounded her.

"Not a lot of passing trade at this hour?" Alana inquired meaningfully.

Not one hair on her brunette head moved out of place as she whipped around. She seemed to be surprised to see a bunch of gold eyes glaring at her. Either she never encountered any of them or was shocked to be visited by vampires at this time. Probably expected a woman or a smelly drunk to approach her; she visibly relaxed.

"It's early yet. Move along, goldie, you make the place look crowded."

Alana shared her smirk. "Have you worked in this neighbourhood for long?"

"What can I do for all of you?" she sounded more frustrated than before.

"We're looking for someone," Dad began. "A vampire named Joham? Do you know him?"

The vampire sighed and shook her head. "No, never heard of him."

"Okay. What about the killings that are happening around here?"

Her hand tapped while her arms folded. "Listen, goldie, I don't anything about this Dark Angel or the killings. If anything, you should check out a cult down the street."

"We're not here for—," Joseph spoke up.

"What cult?" Simon enquired, quietening him.

She jerked her head disdainfully, "The Cult of Astaroth," she replied plainly and without pleasure. "I heard some crazy stuff happening there. And there's a lot of trouble now, Member problems. Things need to lie quiet for a while."

"What sort of trouble?" I asked.

She regarded me carefully. "You don't hang out around here, huh, little goldie? No one knows why, or how. I did hear someone say it was the Dark Angel, but who knows for sure? Astaroth's people... Very messy business."

I didn't miss the way she shuddered. It was small, and she tried to hide it, but it was there. Her eyes, darkened as if they were eyeshadows, narrowed as she took us in, perhaps for the first time. "What do you want to find Joham and who's responsible for the killings?"

"I was asked by old acquaintances," Dad winced inwardly. "Someone brought up that name during a trial and then... asked us for help."

She sighed and leaned against the wall. "Tell you what, I know a guy who knew the leader of the cult, many years ago. Name's Alistair. He does have a distaste for him. He hangs about in Hampstead Heath especially under weather like this," she shook her head but was smiling, "He's not the social type, but you never know, might be worth a shot."

I remembered meeting Alistair for the first time. She was right about him not being social.

"Better than anything we've had so far," Alana muttered, noting down 'not the social type' for a later time. "I didn't catch your name?"

"Rebecca," she replied, already rummaging in her bag. "Everyone knows me around here. But you watch out, goldies. The cult's a psychotic operation, and these members would do anything for him."

"How so?" I pressed, wrinkling my nose.

"He owes his years of dealing with humans to his innate power to influence the decisions of those around him." She must have noticed my scepticism showing through because her smile gained a Cheshire cat's smugness. "He can easily change the decisions of his targets, make them make the choice he chooses. I don't know if he controls the mind head-on, or if he has an extremely persuasive effect on his targets."

"He can manipulate decisions?" Joseph's words skipped out automatically.

"That's what I'm saying," she sounded annoyed. "He makes the final choice in the end, regardless if they're vampires or humans."

Come to think of it, maybe this cult might have something to do with it. Maybe this leader's ability might have been the reason for all the killings. Yet, I didn't understand how this got something to do with Joham.

Rebecca shook her head in concern. "Yeah, you be careful, goldies. There are a lot of sickoes loose on the streets!"

"Yeah," Alana replied vaguely.

"That's okay. Some of us like it that way!"

Whatever floats your boat.

Before we could say our farewells, Rebecca's nose flared and her pale face crumbled like a piece of paper. "What's that rotten smell?" She asked, her tone disgusted. Then, she spotted Leah, with her hood up. "Take a shower," she said in a harsh tone.

Leah growled at her remark.

Continue to 6. HAMPSTEAD HEATH

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greetings critters, I welcome you to this glorious chapter that will have you shaking in your boots

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To be, or not to be that is the question.

WARNINGS: tiny._fay, edibles, eugene krabs, isabella khair hadid cheats on mother nature

MATURE THEMES AHEAD ⚠️

viewers discretion is advised.

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we shall now proceed.

CHAPTER NEW!

today was a luxurious evening in chattanooga, after their former president eugene krabs decided to invest in renne rapp statues across the city.

bella and molly bought tickets to the maldives for their honeymoon!!!

of course this is big news for the kourie couple. they decided to fly solo, meaning jordan henry would have to sneak her way in…

“HELLOW MOTHAFOKAS” -JORDAN HENRY

bella was helping molly pack for their trip since she can’t pack a bag properly. “hey there jordy”

bella was stressed. they had to leave in 10 minutes to get to the airport.

“i’ll be right back i think frida is burning the prosciutto-wrapped pork tenderloin with crispy sage.” and with that bella and molly left.. leaving jordy alone with the bags

she hops in mollys capacious bag. of course not forgetting to have her wine and camera to vlog her maldives trip.

the gals eventually come to gather their bags

but the kourie couple is in a rush to get out the door! bella elegantly puts her doc martens on because they’re too good to ruin (true)

then bella grabs the bags like the true lady she is “what did you pack in this thing? probably all snacks biggie”

“GO GO GO” bella and molly are sprinting out the door to their VERY expensive lambo

but jordy is not impressed with the violent running, causing her to spill her red wine all over mollys stuff!

they zoom out of the driveway headed the to airport! 💋

“STOP THE CAR STOP THE CAR ETHEL CAIN POSTED ON TUMBLR STOP THE CAR” -bella obviously

molly slams on the breaks and the bags go flying in the trunk! JORDAN HENRY nearly got whiplash!

“okay i liked favourited reblogged shared copylinked screenshotted we’re good to go.”

they make it to the airport and hop on their flight and whatever else then they land in the maldives!

they finally arrive to their resort hotel house whatever (it’s romantic)

they set down their bags and molly takes a look around the gorg room “perf, Love it”

“molly should we go out for dinner?”

“Ok”

they leave the room leaving the bags alone..

once jordy knows the coast in clear she hops out of that bag! so jolly to have some fresh air

she takes a peek around the luxurious place until she hears a little someone…

she turns around and sees ADDY! she also snuck in the suitcases

“ADDY MY GAL” jordy pulls out her vlog camera ready for some action.

“HELLOW MOTHAFOKA!”

the two sneaky cheeky girls decide to relax in the kourie couples room at this luxurious hotel

AT RESTAURANT

“follow me. to table.” -some employee tbh idk tbh

bella and molly follow them to their table. at the luxurious restaurant in the maldives.

“what to eat?”

“ummmmm?? we don’t have a menu” -BELLA

“be back”

and with that the waiter leaves..

“so bella.. how are you” -molly

“Ok”

the gals have a little chat or two. UNTIL…

THE MENU GETS NUCLEAR LAUNCHED FLYING TOWARDS MOLLY!

luckily bella has an arthur morgan reaction time and saves the day.

“what to eat?”

“chicken alfredo for me.” -BELLA KOURIE

“i’ll take the.. chicken and Waffles southern style fried chicken, grilled corn and scallion relish, compressed watermelon, bourbon hot honey, Irish Cream Drunken Pancake, mascarpone and ricotta, local whiskey apple chutney, Peanut Butter Stuffed French Toast, brioche stuffed with peanut mousse, white chocolate sauce, fresh berries, peanut brittle, roasted turkey, lettuce, tomato, bacon, cranberry aioli, toasted sourdough, pretzel bun, two smash burgers, gochujang sauce, melted cheddar, Baked Lobster Mac and Cheese, sweet peas, shells, goat cheese four cheese sauce, herb parmesan”

“excuse me?” -maldives waitress

“chop chop tick tock” -the one who ordered allat

“bella i would really like to get to know you.”

“wtf um wtf shut up?”

some time or something later, the waiter comes back with bella’s food.

she was about to dig in. UNTIL..

“belly can you wait for my food to arrive..”

couple bit little bit later

“hier zijn je voedsel-biggis”

suddenly 14 plates get swung at molly like a frisbee!

“wat wil je drinken?”

bella was too busy going ham on the chicken alfredo, and molly was fighting back the plates as they swung towards her like never before!!

“WAT WIL JE DRINKEN!!”

“WATER WATER 🆘🆘” -BELLA KOURIE

the waitress leaves and comes back some time later, without water.

bella and molly are still taking their time on their gourmet dishes, but they’re quite parched.

“tot ziens” and suddenly the waitress throws 2 takeout boxes at them and then leaves..

“wtf um wtf” molly is absolutely LIVID, it is clearly the kourie couples honeymoon, meaning they should get divine treatment. BY LAW.

all ofa sudden molly whips out a big ol bell

the shakes that thang (the bell)

every employee of the restaurant shifts into a single file line infront of them..

“HAPPY HAPPY HONEYMOON FROM EAST SIDES TO YEW! HAPPY HAPPY HONEYMOON FROM EAST SIDES TO YEW!”

bella has shell shock becuz wtfreak jus happen🤔

THEN THEY GO BACK TO THE HOTEL 👍👍

while molly and bella are checking back in the hotel, JORDAN HENRY and addybaby are just being cuties.

“should we order room service” -hawtie addy🤤

“FETCH ME A CAESAR SALAD”-JORDAN HENRY

jordy and addy are cuddled snuggled up in bella & mollys hotel room.. while addy calls up some room service jordy is sipping on her wine while rewatching the superbowl for ice spice

sum time sum later later time some later some time later (hi for bad english)

then they hear knocking, prolly the room servi🤤

molly is banging on the door becuz ya!

addy approaches the door, JORDAN HENRY following close behind with her wine and vlog camera.

addy opens the door expecting her food..

“wair whar” -JORDAN HENRY

all the 4 gals have shell shock.

vlog course to of jordy forget doesn’t all it

“oh hey jordy!” bella and jordan henry get in formation (by beyoncé) and do a triple trenta double decker roundhouse kick handshake

HEY GUYS

thanks so much for reading anddd yah dinner smells really good

shoutout to costco hotdogs for fighting inflation

uhm yes addy looked up donald glover nude 4k ultra hd but that is her right as an american

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chaotic/dark academia clothes and accessories that aren't tweed blazers, dress pants, and briefcases (because sometimes i want my aesthetic to be comfy and kinda subtle)

university sweatshirts, especially the ones with the school's crest on it!

corduroy pants. i like the green, burgundy, and dark tan ones. corduroy shorts are also really cute if it's hot out!

plain white sundress, you can dress it up or down

dark jeans (grey or black)

honestly as far as pants go, classic grey sweatpants. they work with every color and are so comfy, perfect for a long study session or a trip to the library

oversized sweaters and polos, thrifted if possible!

shirts with art on them or from art/history museums

canvas tote bags. the iconic new yorker tote fits the aesthetic so perfectly for me. totes from local bookstores are also awesome and a great way to support them!

class rings and rings with your initial(s) on them

plain soft tshirts with a breast pocket or a little embroidered logo on the chest. i especially love the brooks brothers logo

doc martens are always great, but i also love the black and white adidas superstars for a more casual look. you can find them marked way down on depop!

huarache sandals, idk why but they are classic shoes. pretty sure my grandmother had a pair

satin scrunchies

BOBBEY PINS these are v important

those coil hair ties. they are gentle on the hair and come in lots of colors! i always find them at tj maxx/marshall's

a baseball cap with the logo of your dream university on it!!! looks really cute with a low ponytail if your hair is long enough (mine is not, sadly)

a hand-knit scarf! seriously, learn how to knit or crochet and make yourself a scarf. very easy to learn, inexpensive, and you can make it look however you want!