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gimmethatagustd · 16 days
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definitely today, satan | knj
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After having a strange dream about your hot neighbor, you realize it might be time to finally make your move. Dreams are a sign from the universe, right?
○ Pairing: DILF/Neighbor!Namjoon x f!Reader
○ Rating: Explicit/18+
○ Genre: Neighbors to lovers, smut, crack
○ 11 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Neighbor)
○ Word Count: 1,076
○ Warnings: It's corny and horribly written and I don't know what the fuck came over me when I wrote any of these fics, cunnilingus (Namjoon eating it from behind while MC wears a skirt, god bless), nipple play, vaginal fingering, I have a really bad sense humor, reference to NSYNC fanfic
○ Notes: This fic was written for @mapleleaf000 for my "part 2 when?" follower milestone game. It's actually part 3 of what has turned into a mini-series about the "Demon DMV" LOL. The links for the other parts are below. For those of you who haven't read "Not Today, Satan," you don't have to read parts 1 and 2 to understand this fic, but I highly recommend it, or else this won't be as funny. Also, yes, there is NSYNC fic on AO3. In case you were curious. 💀
○ Post Date: March 12, 2024
○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost
○ What was Jai listening to? Dangerous - TEN
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
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Honestly, sometimes your ability to pull hot men shocks you. It doesn’t only happen at night when you’re weirdly dreaming about your hot, daddy-dom neighbor being Satan, tempting you with his sexy biceps and boobs. You’re actually here, in his apartment, sitting on said hot, daddy-dom neighbor’s thick thighs as he sucks on your throat and squeezes your tits. 
Namjoon is even hotter in real life than he was as Satan in your dreams, though you can’t help but think about your dream while he’s pulling off your shirt to trail kisses across your collarbones and reaching around you to unclasp your bra. 
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Namjoon moans against your chest as he drags his tongue across one of your nipples, flicking it repeatedly until it’s hard and soaked with his spit. His tongue isn’t pointy and forked like it had been in your dream, but that’s fine!
“Not as sexy as you,” you insist with your fingers threaded through his hair. 
Namjoon’s hair is short and bleached with highlights, and you think he’s probably the only person in the twenty-first century who can pull off bleached tips without looking like Lance from NSYNC. 
Is there any NSYNC fanfiction on AO3? If there is, it’s probably Lance/Justin. 
Not to kink-shame anyone, but ew. 
You’re pulled from your distracting thoughts by Namjoon grabbing your ass and helping you grind against the bulge in his pants. He’s still wearing his slacks, having just come home from work. You were supposed to go on a dinner date since his daughter is staying with her mother over the weekend. 
As a respectful father (hot), Namjoon has avoided mixing his dating life with his family life. It’s what’s best for now since the two of you are still getting to know each other. Only recently did your dreams of Purgatory and Hell push you to ask Namjoon out. It makes sense that he wants to take things slow with introducing you into his daughter’s life. 
You’re definitely not taking things slow in other areas of your dating life, though. 
“Is it weird if I say that I dreamt about this?” you ask when Namjoon hooks his arms around your thighs and carries you out of the living room. His strength is impressive, even if his bedroom isn’t far from where you’d been. 
“Not at all. I’ve dreamt about you, too.” 
Namjoon seems shy when he confesses, but you suppose it actually is kind of weird, and the two of you are probably just weird together. Which is nice. Sexy or not, you wouldn’t be able to vibe with Namjoon if he couldn’t keep up with your weirdness. 
“Oh, did you?” you purr as Namjoon reaches under your miniskirt to pull your thong down your legs. 
“Mhm,” he hums against your neck when he hovers over you, slotting himself between your legs so he can grind his thigh against your exposed pussy. 
One of the buttons on his white work shirt catches on your nipple. The rough drag makes your body shiver with goosebumps. When you try to unbutton his shirt, he grabs your hand and pins it to the bed above your head. 
“Keep it on,” Namjoon whispers in your ear. 
His breath is hot against your face, and his voice is deep and scratchy. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine something darker in his tone, something demonic. It’s so hot you feel your pussy throb and slick up even more. When Namjoon pulls away, there’s a dark spot on his pants from how wet you are. 
“Can I eat you out?” Namjoon’s request is more like a plea, a hopeful lilt to his voice when he speaks. He runs his palms up your thighs to push your miniskirt further up your waist to expose more of your body.
“You don’t even have to ask a question like that.” 
“From behind?” 
“Fuck, yeah, oh my god.” You throw your head back with a dramatic groan before rolling onto your stomach and transitioning to resting on your forearms and knees. “Please, I didn’t even get to the fucking in my dream about you, so I need this.” 
Squeezing your asscheeks, Namjoon pulls you apart and uses his leg to push your knees apart more to open you. 
“I definitely got to the fucking part in mine,” Namjoon says with a chuckle as he runs his thumb over your pussy, first gathering your arousal from where it leaks at your entrance and gliding it up to wet your clit even more. 
“What,” you swallow the drool you’re afraid might come out of you when Namjoon picks up the pace, “What was your dream like?” 
“I don’t know if I should tell you. It was weird.” 
He circles your clit, occasionally thumbing at it with gentle flicks at the tip that makes your legs shake. When you start kicking your foot and moaning louder, he finally brings his mouth down to where you throb for him. 
“Oh fuck,” you moan against Namjoon’s bed sheets. 
You’ve got your face pressed into the bed because you can’t keep your head up as he fucks his tongue in you while he rubs your clit with his slick fingers. He moans against your pussy when he switches positions so he’s fingering you while he laps at your clit. His movements are languid, which drives you even crazier than if he’d been fingerfucking you hard enough to make your ass jiggle.
“Good?” he murmurs with his lips slick and his fingers still massaging your walls.
“So good, god, your lips are so perfect, fuck,” you moan and push back against his face. “Tell me your dream. Was it like this?”
Namjoon kisses your clit before bringing his other hand to rub it while he still fingers you. Leaning back on his knees, Namjoon increases the speed of his movements as he admits, “You were the Devil, and I fucked you so good that you kept me as a pet.” 
“I WHAT?” 
You turn around to stare at Namjoon with wide eyes and an inability to say anything more as your orgasm rips a whiny moan out of you, legs shaking and threatening to collapse. Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist and keeps rubbing your clit until you wiggle away from him when you grow too sensitive. 
Namjoon wipes his messy fingers on your thigh and shrugs. 
“I told you it was a weird dream.”
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Snowbaz & Co Barbie Outfits
I was chatting with a few others in discord and we were all in agreement that Simon and Baz would absolutely be going to see Barbie, and would be bringing Mordelia, Petra, and Sophie along.
But what would they wear?
This is how I’ve spent my job hunting free time over the last few weeks.
Pink and nonsense below the cut.
Petra
I feel like she’s a total horse girl. She spends all of her time thinking about horses and drawing horses and riding horses both real and imaginary. When Baz tells her they’re going to dress up for the movie, Petra is ready with her pink accessories to be Equestrian Barbie. There are a few versions of this Barbie, but I wasn’t that into them. Petra can do better. I asked my horse-riding friends how they would Barbie-fy the standard English riding look, and they said pink accessories. So:
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Let’s start with our base equestrian look. White top with pink lining on the collar/cuffs, beige or... whatever color that is for the breeches, and field boots (I hear this is what they are called?). Then we add the pink accessories! (Yes, that is a unicorn on the end of that crop). Hot pink breeches optional. I’m foregoing the riding coat because it’s summer and we just don’t need that extra layer, but it does really pull the look together, and I did find a suuuuuper cute pink one. 
I don’t know anything about riding, especially English riding, so don’t come at me if this doesn’t make any sense (I would like to know how you would Barbie-fy your own riding look, though!).
Links: Base Outfit (left), Gloves, Crop, Helmet Cover, Breeches
Sophie
Sophie heard “wear pink” and knew just the dress for the occasion. This was the dress she wore for her most recent birthday party (because they totally have super posh, fancy kid birthdays that require nice new dresses, right?). I’m pretty sure the twins are somewhere around 10 now, and this is definitely something I would have worn as a 10 year old.
My inspiration for Sophie’s look was the 2010 Modern Princess Barbie (left) and the 2011 Cut ‘N Style Princess (right).
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Links: Barbie Modern Princess (left), Dress, Barbie Cut ‘N Style Princess (right)
Mordelia
I imagine Mordelia goes immediately to a retro look. She’s around 15 at this point and could totally be into makeup and fashion. I like to imagine she’s kind of artsy, and while she’s the perfect age to be in her emo phase (which I would love for her to have), I understand this is not a “thing” anymore among the youths. Either way, I like to think Mordelia is a bit of a chameleon and floats around to whatever style inspires her at the moment. (Am I projecting? Yes. Yes, I am.)
I think she would prefer to go for the original 1959 Barbie with the black and white swimsuit (bodysuit?) and sunglasses, but Baz insists on pink (or Simon... yeah... it’s definitely all Simon). So they compromise on a modern take on the Flower Power era of the 60s and 70s. The dress has the large-scale, brightly colored floral print and miniskirt of the 60s with the bell sleeves more common in the 70s. I used this 1969 P.J. Talking doll for inspiration.
She goes all-out on the makeup with the recently revived and renovated mod eye look (top left) and sort of clumped, thick bottom lashes (bottom right) (there’s got to be a better way to describe that....). And the knee-high white boots, of course. She’s really just an amalgamation of all the most fun trends of the 1960s.
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Can you tell I had the most fun with this one?
Links: Mod-inspired Eye Makeup (top left), Dress, P.J. Talking doll, Boots, Classic Mod Eye Makeup (bottom right)
Simon
I had a really hard time with both of the boys. But here we are. As soon as I saw the 1982 Ken Fashion Jeans, I knew that was my inspiration for Simon. It just felt so right. Though I didn’t use the actual jeans part as the inspiration, I did go with another 80s jean staple: acid wash jeans. And imagine the light pink shirt is actually the most obnoxious hot pink you can think of. 
I like to think Simon already had both of these pieces in his closet. Baz will be ensuring those top buttons stay undone all day, as god intended.
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Honorable mention to this shirt that also has a Simon-look-alike for a model (tbh I still think maybe I should pick that one every time I look at it) and this basically mesh shirt.
Links: Soft Pink Knit Shirt (top left), Hot Pink Polo (top right), Acid Wash Jeans, Ken Fashion Jeans doll
Baz
The one that I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for that I’m also sure is going to disappoint... Baz. Boy did I struggle with Baz. What would he wear? A suit? More casual? More costume-y? Ultimately I decided casual since everyone else would be casual, it’s summer, and, more importantly, I couldn’t find any hot pink floral suits for men.
Once I narrowed it down to casual, I still couldn’t decide. I didn’t even have a good reference for inspiration. Nothing felt quite Baz.  Honestly, I need help.
I think I’ve settled on this large-scale floral print on the top left that feels like a very Barbie-esque print, but it’s not quite right. It for sure needs to be a little less boxy and a little more tailored like the slightly more classic Bazzy floral shirts below. The cherry blossoms (top right) are pretty and pink, but not quite Barbie and not quite Baz. The bottom left seems the most... typical? Not a bad choice (aside from the fact that Baz absolutely would not shop at Target or Walmart where I found this shirt). The bottom right is a little more bold and has the hot pink, but... I’m just not sure. 
And of course we need a good “Baz, you’re wearing jeans!” moment. Why is there a picture of Trent Crimm/James Lance instead of jeans on the left, you ask? When is a photo of Trent Crimm not relevant to Baz? He’s wearing jeans, isn’t he?
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Links: Beautiful James Lance in Jeans, Large-Print Floral Shirt (top center), Cherry Blossoms Shirt (top right), Small Floral Print Shirt (bottom center), Shiny and Bold Floral Print (bottom right)
What do you all think? Which top is the most Baz x Barbie? Has anyone else thought about what everyone would wear to see Barbie? I’d love to see!
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apolloamy · 9 months
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top 5 eleven/amy scenes plz
PERFECT QUESTION, but also so incredibly difficult to answer. (I'll try to keep the answer reasonably long. Whatever that means.)
As much as I admire 11amy dialogues, I primarily view them as... sort of indicators of how UNFIT 11amy are for language as we understand it. They're more about the primal reading of the word... language as an invention? The idea of building something as a means of exchanging for the sake of being understood (language isn't just words!!!!! like the language of trees!!! Tolkien could invent a language for 11amy I bet), they're like music!!!! Because even when music has lyrics, it isn't as word-centred (at least to me), and a similar argument can be used for poetry but just... Amy Pond is such a song of a girl to me for so many reasons, but I'll need a separate post for that. Anyhow. My favourite scenes are 100% those that acknowledge how... Of The World both of these characters are, more than they belong to themselves they belong to nature. (and this is because they share that sense of identity confusion and a state of being nameless... they are given titles... but who are they really?) Both of them have galaxies as stand-ins for flesh and blood... so it figures that their bodies are inclined to look for reflections of themselves in the outside. (it's all about love and loneliness, it's just mixed with sci-fi magic so it's brought to a greater scale, but it's essentially about finding someone like you, it's just that they see moons and planets when they look in the mirror) WHATEVER. THIS IS ALREADY GETTING OUT OF HAND. Here are my favourite moments. I suppose? I'm putting it under the cut djdjkdkd
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It feels wrong to separate this into sections because 11amy are mainly about being a bit of everything so I'll just present my jumbled thoughts on these as they are. Adding links to past posts/tag essays every now and then.
IF A GIRL LOVES SOMETHING, SHE LOVES FASHION SYMBOLISM!!!! She's holding his clothes.....in a universe where their roles are reversed... after an entire season of 0% True Amy Fashion (WHERE IS HER SCARF???? HER BOOTS????? MINISKIRTS???? COOL JACKETS????? they're telling us she's Mom Material now so no more funky trinkets) she gets to hold this symbol of individuality and give it back to her best friend..... (yk... 11amy are the equivalent of an early adolescent's relationship with their freshly discovered favourite song... or when you finally figure out a haircut that Feels Like You... or whatever... their entire arcs are so intertwined with objects that function as living things (it's the whole physical vs./+ cognitive theme)...... the bowties the suspenders the little TARDIS Amy made the scarf the mask from the beast below... they're all like little movies helping these characters exist in more places than one regardless of timespace restrictions... I always think of it as an example of a story having an independent heartbeat, no matter how much the writing team tried to reduce Amy to the epitome of Goodness & Sainthood & Motherhood, her reality stored the pieces of her that were too much for them to understand or hold. And isn't that a metaphor for girlhood in a way?
I'M A MED STUDENT SO I LOVE WHEN SHE RESTARTS ONE OF HIS HEARTS... naturally... This has been discussed on my blog, but Amy is an equivalent of the heart of the TARDIS in every way there is (universe pouring into your head! too bright to be looked at -> how the story prefers Amy to be a myth rather than a person) and just... THERE ARE SURGICAL IMPLICATIONS IN THIS SHOW... seared onto my hearts.... holding the body of her imaginary friend.... they are like trees or the circulatory system to me (see the last photograph) they are only real when together..... (check this post for similar themes)
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inabadancedcrazy · 1 year
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Surviving in Tokyo was the easiest thing in the world for Loretta. The guys here may not speak a lick of English, but everybody understood what it meant when a pretty girl got real close to you in a club. A little grind here, a bit more action there, and every guy in here was in the palm of her hand. She felt a little guilty for leaving Marion all high and dry, but the girl could use some time to unwind! Always worrying about her studies, she was just gonna end up with her head in a book her entire life! She needed to go out and meet people, go hookup with somebody! Do something other than just sitting there worrying and- Ugh, now Loretta was bumming herself out.
“Excuse me miss... Might you be Loretta Beale?” She turned around to find the guy she had been grinding on during her internal monologue to be gone. Instead, there was this random blond dude. Looked kind of girly, but she could dig it. A bit creepy that he knew her name, but he looked American, right? Might be on the same trip as her and Marion. Not like she really remembered the faces of the other guys in their group. She mainly remembered other things.
“You know my name, huh? What, you do your research on the hottest girls in town? Guess I’m gonna have to give you an A+ on your homework... Want a reward~?” She backed up to get closer to him when he in turn backed away. She fell right on her ass because of that! That was not a trust fall she was used to failing.
“Ah, I apologize, but that is unfortunately not what I was looking for at the moment.” He reached into his pocket and brought out a book. She groaned from her spot on the floor. She said the homework line to be sexy, not to actually get homework. She didn’t even do her own homework, that was Marion’s job. “A friend of yours wished for me to give you this.”
“Can you at least help me up first? It’s your fault I’m down here anyways.” She could get up on her own, but to get back a little control in the situation would be nice. Thankfully, the guy could take a hint, lifting her back on her feet. The only friend she had in here was Marion, so it had to be her, right? “Why would she give me a book in the first place? She knows I don’t like reading.”
“It’s concerning your trip, as some plans have been altered. Please look through it when you can.” She took the book- a pamphlet, honestly- and inspected it with squinted eyes. The lion on the front was cute, but that meant pretty much jackshit to her right now. Something that he said did catch her attention though. “I’m sure we’ll meet later on in the night, so perhaps then I can take you up on what you offered earlier.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. How come you said ‘your group’ though? Aren’t you on the same...” She looked up to realize that the bastard was gone. She watched the crowd to see if she could find him again, but the guy had basically vanished into thin air. The only sign that he was even real was the book still in her hand.
“That was freaky... Welp! Time to get back to business.” Loretta put the book in the waistband of her miniskirt and stretched a little. Seeing all of these dopes turn their heads towards her sent a rush through her system. Business was going to be booming.
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sprrkle · 2 years
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Top 5 items in your closet?
*my black miniskirt. real ones know
*my mom’s buckskin jacket that she wore when she met my dad, passed down to me
*metal and leather link belt given to my family by late neighbor albert
*my devil girl hysteric glamour long sleeve shirt
*superstar adidas ALWAYS
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outfitandtrend · 2 years
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gnecrognomicon · 3 years
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We've returned to our roots
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link-sans-specs · 2 years
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Dialect Daddies™
GMM2068
Can We Follow Directions in Spanish?
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cdyssey · 3 years
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And Then
Summary: After Mr. Sheffield is mugged, Fran helps her new fiancé get into bed.
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Fran helps lower Mr. Sheffield onto his bed, conscientious of not brushing against his left shoulder. It had been pretty banged up during the mugging, scraped, scratched, and bruised. The doc who dropped by said that it wasn’t broken, though, thank God, but that isn’t gonna stop her from being gentle with her newly minted fiancé.
The last thing she needs is some freak accident to happen before she gets married at approximately twenty-nine.
(Puh, puh, puh.)
“Oh, come now, sweetheart,” Maxwell says, smiling at her as he nestles backwards against his pillow, “you don’t have to tuck me into bed. That’s what I pay Niles above minimum wage for after all.”
Snug in one of her favorite plush robes—the white one with little technicolored kittens all over it—she settles down on the edge of his bed like it’s his desk, crossing her legs.
“Gee,” she grins at him, “if I’d known that five yea’s ago, I would’a been gunning for his job all along. Does he sing ya a lullaby and everything?”
“A man doesn’t get serenaded by his butler and tells,” he smirks, the corner of his mouth crooking playfully, and by God, Fran falls in love with this man all over again.
Reckless, tender, fond, she leans down and presses her mouth softly against his. 
She can taste the brandy on his lips, the intoxicating smell of his most recently smoked cigar.
“We’re getting married, Mista Sheffield,” she murmurs without quite coming up for air. “Max. It’s finally happening. You and me. Us togeth’a.”
Who would have thought that five years of desperate pining would have ever resulted in this?
An engagement ring that’s actually a pop top from a discarded can of fruit.
“Can you believe it, Miss Fine?” Maxwell asks against the side of her mouth, his breath warm on her skin. “Fran. It’s like a modern day Shakespearean romance.” 
Fran suddenly withdraws, staring at him with a look she hopes is stern.
(She knows it most certainly isn’t. Her red lips part in a curtain wide-smile.)
“Not one of the tragedies, I hope.”
“No,” Maxwell agrees, reaching upwards to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “One of the comedies. As You Like It, perhaps. A Midsummer’s Night Dream.”
Fran’s skin shivers at his touch—so unrestrained, so loving, so kind—pink blush washing across her cheeks.
“I’ll have t’take your word for it. I haven’t seen the Blockbuster videos of those yet.”
“Really,” he murmurs, letting his fingers rest against the side of her face for a few moments longer, “all you need to know is that everyone lives in the end. Everyone gets married. Everyone has their happy ending. The audience applauds. The curtains go down. Their bliss implicitly understood to be eternal.”
“Yesterday, I would have called that a load of meshugaas,” she mutters wryly as he lets his hand fall on top of his chest.
“And now?” He prods.
“Hey,” she laughs, “what the hell do I know? Yesterday, I also thought I was gonna be a lonely, old spinsta ‘til the day I died.”
She means it to be funny, wants to be light, but she supposes that it’s hard to pass off this long-held fear as charming insincerity. Maxwell frowns, his dark brow lowering over his eyes.
“Yes,” he murmurs distantly, glancing up at the ceiling, “I quite know what you mean... after Sara, I closed myself off to the possibility that I would ever find love again. She was just... so kind and radiant and lovely... that when she passed away, it felt as though a part of myself went with her...”
Fran lets the silence that follows stand, holding her breath, gently biting her lower lip. This is the first time she’s ever heard Mr. Sheffield speak of his late wife’s death at any sort of length. He doesn’t talk about her much, only mentions her in passing.
Maggie has her smile.
Brighton has her sense of humor.
Gracie’s hair is the same shade of blonde that hers had once been.
(The chemo had been especially rough on her, Maggie had once told her quietly, precisely because she’d lost that beautiful hair.)
“I was a dead man walking for so many years, Fran,” he continues, his voice slightly hoarse, “checked out from my kids, buried in my work, still wearing my wedding ring... and then...”
“Then?” Fran asks softly, placing her hand gently on top of his. 
“Then,” Maxwell smiles, the skin around his eyes creasing gently, “I met you. Or, well, more accurately, you came knocking at my front door selling cosmetics in a tight, little miniskirt.”
She chuckles—just a little too quietly—and he laughs—just a little too loudly—and there is an unmistakable gravitas between them now that Fran knows she has to address while they’re here.
Inches apart.
Vulnerable.
But together, finally together.
“Needin’ a break, a win, a sign from God, anything,” she smiles sadly, glancing at her metal ring. “I hate t’admit it, but I was pretty low myself then, too.”
Even though she knows Max is staring at her now, she doesn’t quite raise her head to meet his gaze yet.
“I’d just gotten out of the longest relationship I’d ever had in my life—which somehow included me bein’ cheated on every few months. But, boy, did Danny Imperiali have a way of makin’ me feel like that was exactly what I deserved. We were good t’gether most of the time, but when we weren’t, it was me who wasn’t good enough.”
It had been Fran’s fault for being too smart that Danny had found comfort in Heather Biblow.
And it wasn’t his fault that she was so pretty that his friend Mark Schwartz kept pinching her ass whenever she served drinks at poker night.
And it was on her that they weren’t married ‘coz God forbid she want a wedding dress more expensive than a scarf.
God forbid she push him into popping the question after three years of dating.
“I needed the job,” she continues, “but I guess more importantly, I needed t’be needed. I wanted to be loved. And then...”
“Then?” Mr. Sheffield echoes her gently.
Fran finds the courage to look up again, lighting upon his dark eyes, so replete with tenderness, with unmistakable care.
Pierce Brosnan can go stick it.
She's got the real thing.
“Then”—she moves her hand upwards from his chest to his hair, running her fingers through that damn gray streak that’s grown on her—“I came knockin’ at your door selling cosmetics in a tight, little miniskirt. I met you and Niles. I fell in love with your kids. You’ve all needed me in your own nutty ways.”
“And we’ve all loved you,” Max confirms, smiling at her. “So dearly and so much, Fran.” 
“Yeah,” she grins back at him, tears suddenly glittering in her eyes, “I know.”
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larryfanficwriter98 · 3 years
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Chapter Two
*You Are My Favorite Distraction*
Louis had started Preserve Earth when he was 16 after saving most of every paycheck he had earned and also getting a loan with his mother's help. He then went through an array of product sourcing and planning and by age twenty he had products to offer local businesses. He started with cafés, small ones that didn't see a lot of traffic that would be easy to supply. With every yes, he got five no’s, but he didn't stop and had continued and had went back to his rejections and slowing grew. Then they had started going to busier cafés and small family-owned restaurants. Then he got more products and offered them to his customers.
Louis then bought land out in the rural area near London and built compost stalls and started offering compost bins to the cafés and restaurants who were willing to do the work to compost. Louis made laminated posted about what was and wasn't compostable and they hung them up near the compost bins and while there were of course mistakes they got fewer each time. Louis bought a truck and hauled compost bins every Monday to the land. He built a building on the land for the workers he hired and built a fence around it and started offering the composted to the farmers and greenhouse workers as well as florists.
He had a few farmers offer to help build more compost stalls when his were starting to fill up. Most of his income came from the compost for a while. Then he bought an old recycling center with the help of a small loan and put his company name and logo on it and hired employees there as well. Before he knew it, he had a real business. It was still small and still growing, but he was making good money and doing good, and he knew he had a lot more to do. So, he had talked to Zayn who had been secretly coming up with product designs and ideas behind Louis' back. He was stuck for a few years as he paid off loans and debts and focused on what he already had. He focused on growing his profit and money and then bought a small warehouse to have products shipped to and packaged from the manufacturer so he could have more storage space.
By twenty-three he had a real company, and his company was recognized, and he was being interviewed by small journalists. He hit a big leap when one of his new cafés became a chain with five cafés in London and had boasted about his products. Their customers also had apparently been posting about them and suddenly Louis had more offers than he could supply and had to turn some down with a promise of contacting them when he had more inventory. His small warehouse was turned into a large warehouse and his manufacturer was replaced with one closer to London that also used his recycled products, so Louis was just getting money back essentially.
He had to get lawyers and had to sign contracts and he had to trademark his items. Then he was opening his corporate office at twenty-five and became a millionaire at twenty-six as he opened his Manchester locations. More products, more customers, more employees, and more money. It was almost routine. He visited his compost locations and recycling center annually along with his Manchester and other locations. Then a few years later Manchester put a twenty-three-year-old in a Chief Officer position that was essentially the face of the company for the media. Louis was nervous he will admit that, but he trusted the President there and trusted his judgment and when he was asked about it by a few paparazzi outside his office he told them exactly that.
Harry Styles made his first press conference only a few days later and Louis watched it in his office live. The moment Harry stood up he understand immediately why he had been given the job. He was the most attractive man Louis had ever laid eyes on with his curly hair pushed back and his perfectly fitting navy-blue suit. Louis had gone to Manchester a few days later hoping to meet Harry in person but had been told he talking with a few journalists about the Manchester warehouse relocation. Each time he visited it seemed like Harry was busy or his office door was close which meant he was on the phone or didn't want to be interrupted. However, two years later no one could deny Harry was amazing for the job and Louis was proud to have him representing the Manchester branch so well.
Then suddenly during a live press conference about the new recycling center being built in Manchester Harry wore a pink suit. Which Louis hadn't really thought was an issue (well except that baby pink was such a lovely color for Harry's skin tone but that's not important). However, the very next day Harry was in the headlines for wearing said pink suit and Louis thought it was just a big joke. No one could honestly be upset about it, but they had been. Well, the older people had been, the ones in their forties and beyond. It had gotten to a point where Louis ordered every President to make a speech at the same time and sent them the exact words, he would be saying however they could switch it up if they wanted to. After his media officer had announced him, he had stood up on stage and defended his employee over his clothing choice.
"It's ridiculous that I have to make a press conference about this. It is ridiculous that one of my employees is being under fire for wearing a suit to work. With that I will say this as many times as I have to, to remind you all what this company stands for. Preserve Earth is an ecofriendly, recycling, biodegradable, and compostable company that is LGBT plus friendly. Our employees are encouraged to wear whatever they feel comfortable in as long as it is appropriate for their position. We encourage all of our employees to be their authentic selves and to be whoever they want to be and to wear whatever they wish to wear. The Chief Media Officer dress policy states and I quote, "The Chief Media Officer must wear business formal attire during press releases that will be aired on television. They are not required, but are encouraged to have their skirts, if they so choose to wear them, at their knee. However, they are allowed to wear them to their thighs, miniskirts are not allowed it must be two to three inches below the bottom. This is to prevent cameras from getting inappropriate shots of a person as they bend, squat, walk up or down stairs, or sit down this is not an act to prevent 'distractions' in the workplace. The Chief Media Officer is required to wear business casual attire to work unless told otherwise." With that said Mr. Styles did not break dress code policy and therefore will not be 'held responsible'. Mr. Styles has done an amazing job representing this company for the Manchester area and has proven himself time and time again. Only a mere few years ago every single one of you were doubting his abilities to do this job and he has proven himself to be valuable and has been offered multiple jobs by multiple companies all around the world. Since you have all forgotten that in less than a weeks’ time let me remind you that Mr. Styles has not once been in a controversial situation despite his young age. He has help grow the Manchester company through interviews and press releases. His suit color does not diminish his work ethic or his past contributions to this company and I will not tolerate any of my employees to feel like they can't wear a certain color because society has feminized it to a point of a man wearing it is wrong or takes away his masculinity. Mr. Styles can wear a bright pink glittery suit to a press conference, and I promise you he will do his job just as great as he did it in a plain black suit. I don't see any headlines about my female workers wearing blue or red even though it's considered male colors so don't you dare make a headline about my male workers wearing pink or lavender or pastel. Whatever it is as long as it is appropriate it is allowed and there will be absolutely no criticism from me or anyone else working under my name. Anyone who disagrees may quit and leave. That is all."
Louis may had said too much but he didn't care. How dare they question Harry's work performance because of a damn color. (Louis refused to admit his small (*big*) crush on Harry was the reason). A few days after that Louis was informed, they were about to run out of products due the younger generation buying everything that they offered to customers. He had gone on social media and found that despite the older generation not liking Harry's suit choice the younger and his generation in fact loved it and was all for it. They had both gone viral apparently and Louis was honestly shocked the youth cared so much. He had always thought they were too stuck in their phones to care but he was glad to know that despite their flaws they were very progressive and very much about LGBTQ+ acceptance and the community. 
Louis had never hidden the fact that he was a gay man. Had always told interviewers he was gay whether or not they included it wasn't any of his concern. His employees knew he was gay, and his customers knew, his public profiles labeled himself as gay in the bios, he went to pride every year. They sold at pride and fairs and the website even stated they were supportive of whomever their customers and employees wanted to be. Louis didn't think about it, but he was sort of the one of the few openly gay CEOs and the youth was right that he and Harry was an example of sexual orientation not defining your work ethic or worth. It was a nice feeling when Louis thought about it, that he was a leader for the youth in a way. 
Louis then found out how well the social media profiles he had agreed to were doing. He had called the Manchester president and after learning that it had even Harry's idea and Harry's work, he had asked him to have Harry write down everything. It was proving to be a great idea of connecting with the community and the youth. When he gotten the list and links, he sent forwarded it to the Presidents of the other branches and after a few weeks of organizing each branch location had their own social media accounts. The ones in charge of them all took tips from Harry's page of course and it had really helped to grow business.
Years passed and though his crush on Harry never went away, he was able to reel it in some. He continued working and expanding and along the way he slowly stopped visiting his corporate branches and instead focused on visiting his customers, compost fields, compost field customers, recycling facilities, the partners who bought from his recycling facilities, his warehouses, and his manufacturing factories.
Then his Manchester President was retiring and being replaced with the COO Jeffery Fitz and things...shifted. It was a slow shift, one no one caught until it was too late and when Louis had questioned Eleanor, his Chief Networking Officer, she claimed they never sent an email until the other day Louis had reached without thinking and headed for Manchester with them. He didn't stop and think about Eleanor's past work issues or her multiple warnings. He didn't think about how she was hardly seen working or how he had to asks her for reports five times before he received them. No all he thought about was that for the first time in his entire twenty plus years of running this company one of his branches was completely broke and had to be temporarily shut down and he was going to have to do something to stop good people from going without work.
He had stormed into the building told Eleanor to find the Networking officer while he dealt with Fitz. When he found the Networking officer, he yelled at him without even thinking or asking or talking first. He just started yelling despite Liam Payne being rewards by the last president for amazing work. Then to make it all worse while he was yelling Harry had entered and yelled at him. Which took him by surprise. Then Harry continued to yell and call him out and despite it all being too overwhelming to comprehend he was definitely turned on which was completely inappropriate and not at all what he needed his body to do. He needed his body to form words and sentenced and apologize not send blood to his cock and make it hard.
To make it all worse after he had finally gotten every little, microscopic detail and apologized to Liam and explaining himself better to the guy. He had just shrugged it off and said the real challenge he would be Harry. Which was not how he wanted to start their acquaintanceship off with. An acquaintanceship that would turn into a friendship that turned into a relationship that turned into a marriage because that was Louis' end goal once he had Harry in London. Hopefully.
Which was not what he needed to be thinking about as he paced the conference room trying to come up with a plan for all of the employees who have stuck around through terrible management and who have been fired unjustly. Also, he was fairly sure Harry hated him which was not okay for their future marriage working relationship. Yes...that was what he meant. Louis was pulled from his thoughts by the door opening and when he turned, he saw it was Harry coming in carrying a few files and his laptop in his arm. He set the items down upfront of a chair as he started speaking.
"I have the media coming in five hours I figured that would give us plenty of time to discuss everything. I also have a list of the employees here who have kids or would just be an inconvenience to be relocated except for Liverpool. I also have the positions they had worked in and filled in for. Then I have a list of the corporate offices that have positions opened. There's only twelve of us after all it should be pretty easy to relocate everyone in a position similar to theirs. Liverpool alone has eight openings for chief positions or office positions. I also have a list of potential questions the nosey ones will ask they will sit in the back and will not pay attention and so the questions will be very pointless so good luck with that." Harry said as he handed a few papers over to Louis who stared at them in shock.
"You did all this in two hours?" Louis asked.
"No if I had two hours, I would have had your answers typed out for you I did all this in forty-five minutes. Did anyone make new tea? Seriously even the Irish one makes better tea than the brit boy. He drinks coffee by the way can you believe that? What a traitor." It took a second for Louis to follow the sudden change of conversation then he looked to Carrie, his assistant who looked just as lost as he felt.
“What.” Louis said completely confused.
“Exactly. So, tea?”
“Yeah…yes…yes I made some.” Carrie hurried out, “I’m sorry, but don’t these usually fall into the assistant’s job, or I guess Liam’s.”
“If you want them done horribly sure. Liam is great at a lot of things; organization is not one of them. Believe me I live with the guy you do not want that man making up a list. He’s great at leadership though if he just stops relying on me all the time that is. Would make an excellent President if he just starts to believe in himself a bit more.”
“I think you’d make a great one.”
“No. I am good with the media position. I love where I am and what I do.”
“You’re probably the only one who actually said that today.” Carrie told him.
“I have no doubt about that. If you think about it, I created the Brand job, so the Brand Officer was always my duty anyway. Communications and Content falls inline with Media. It just has a few more extra bits and bobs. The only one that I wasn’t already doing was customer, but that was an easy add in. I get why we have them in different positions, but I personally think it could definitely be managed by one or two people with the same title or similar.” Harry explained.
“Hey, don’t look at me every President is in charge with who they hire and what positions they choose. I’m quite sure Fitz just signed everyone everything that seemed remotely similar and gave you all extra work to keep you busy.” Louis said raising his hand when Carrie looked at him, “I have two Chief Media Officers and they share the entirety of the responsibilities. I then have a Chief Customer Officer who handles customer relationship and monitors the customer communications about the company.”
“I could live without the customer stuff pretty sure I can only handle it because I worked in the customer call center on the second floor back in London for over a year.” Louis furrowed his brow for a moment before his eyes widen and he grinned.
“Holy shit that was so long ago. I forgot the call center was located on the second floor.”
“It’s not anymore?” Harry asked as he sat down across from Carrie.
“No Patrick kept telling me his best worker was complaining about the elevator and that we should move it to the empty room on the fourth floor, so the elevator wasn’t directly by workers on the phone. When we finally moved it, Patrick said the worker left.”
“That was me and I do not apologize for that either.” Harry said laughing.
“Wait the call center was on the second floor?” Carrie questioned.
“Yes, and the thing is the second floor was a perfect spot for a call center like it was wide and there was no weird echo and there was a bathroom as well as a few vending machine hookups for snacks. However, the elevator shaft didn’t have a fucking door on it, and it was the only floor that didn’t have a shaft door. Now imagine you’re on the phone with a customer who thinks she knows more about the company than you do and you’re really fucking irritated and you’re biting you’re tongue alright. Now imagine the loudest banging on metal you have ever heard then multiple that by a thousand and that was the elevator twenty times an hour. My desk was literally six feet diagonal from the open shaft. The number of times I almost walked out of that job was unbelievable.”
“To be fair I didn’t realize how loud that thing was until I went down there myself and was talking to Patrick when it happened.” Louis defended, “Also I was in the process of getting a door for it, but it the room had to be empty, and I had to arrange for you all to be somewhere else with the phones. It was an awfully long process to get everything sorted and ready for installation.”
“It was horrible, and I also worked in the recycling facility for two weeks before I quit and went to the packaging warehouse.”
“How long have you worked for this company?” Carrie asked.
“Half my life. I started at sixteen in the composting field had a grand ole time back then. Thought it was coolest thing ever. Then at eighteen I switched to the recycling center and stay for two weeks then I quit because I was terrible at it, I don’t know why. Just wasn’t my thing. Then I went to the packaging warehouse then I went to the call center and then I graduated and left London to work under the Media Officer here before me. Then he left for Liverpool, and I took over. Seventeen years in total.”
“Pretty sure the only one who beats that is Zayn who has been with me since the beginning. I only had products for nineteen years. You started working around the time I started hiring.”
“My family owns a farm near where you built your first compost stalls from. We usually did our own composting, but my parents always believed in helping small businesses especially ones with such a good goal. He stopped by and helped a few times making sure they were layering it correctly. He would tell me which compost bin had the most potential when he sent me up to get some so that way, I wouldn’t bring home the shitty stuff.” Harry said laughing at the end of it making Louis’ jaw drop in shock.
“It would have worked either way he’s just very particular about his dirt for his crops can’t blame the man for wanting good dirt for the food that feeds his family. He even told the neighbors bout you. He would send me to work in the compost field with little bags of old crops I had to sneak into the bins when no one was looking. He told me if I was caught to tell them I found them in the bins like that and I was getting the bags out.”
“You little shit.”
“Sorry?” Harry offered giggling clearly not at all sorry for his actions.
“What are we laughing about lads?” Liam asked entering the room.
“Remember when our father would send me to work in the compost field with our old rotten crops?”
“Oh yeah you were so worried about getting caught.” Liam said as he sat beside Harry, “My father would send the rotten food to Harry’s father and Harry’s father would send it off with Harry and Harry would come home telling us all about his victory of sneaking in the compost.”
“Wait this was a regular thing?” Louis asked.
“Every day. Our dads weren’t going to pay to put our waste in the compost we were buying mate. Be lucky they paid for it all I’m pretty sure they had Harry sneak a few handfuls back home a few times.”
“Innocent until proven guilty.” Harry said with raised hands as Louis shook his head chuckling, “But to be fair the social media idea I came up with, if I had stolen bags of compost, it’s all been paid back plus interest so...you’re welcome.”
Louis was definitely looking forward to working with Harry and Liam down in London, if nothing else just to have people who obviously have a great sense of humor and aren’t afraid to think Louis as a person instead of as the boss. They stopped their conversation as more people started to come in the room for the meeting.
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pixiegrl · 3 years
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I'll Give You The Best Years
Luke and Ashton get their backyard wedding
Hello hello everyone. I’m back with Part 29 (WHAT) of Lingerie Sos. Originally, this was supposed to be part 3 of what was a three part series. As you can see, the series has evolved since September, but this was always the build up for the series. Luke and Ashton get married. They deserve a happy ending. As always, thanks to Amanda for the constant love and support I really love you and thank you for being my friend even when my brain is being not great. Please enjoy this little slice into Lashton’s life
on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29889180
Luke’s been sitting at the vanity table for the last 30 minutes. They’re supposed to be getting ready to get married. Ashton’s downstairs, trying to wrangle Petunia, Moose, South, Duke and Penny (Sierra and KayKay’s dog) into their own little floral collars. They’ve set up the deck chairs and a pseudo altar outside to make the wedding look official. Ashton’s already wearing his dress shirt and pants. Everything else is ready to go, wedding ready to start. By all means, Luke should be ready. However, they are not. 
Luke’s sitting at the vanity table, squeezing their fingers into the edge of the bench and trying to breath. It’s really hitting them that they’re getting married. Luke’s logically known this the whole time, but it suddenly feels all too real that it’s happening. That once Luke walks down the aisle and Calum says the words, Luke and Ashton will be married. They’ll be bound together. It’s everything Luke’s ever wanted, but it doesn’t make them any less nervous to be taking such a big step.
Luke’s barely started their makeup. There’s foundation on and that’s where Luke had frozen and stopped. They already have their jewelry on, small little star earrings to go with the clip Luke’s already put in their curls, heart charm necklace sitting in the hollow of their throat. Luke’s already put the dress on, lingerie peeking out. There’s just one last step to finishing their makeup and then they can put on their heels and finally go downstairs.
Luke’s just...having a moment. It’s suddenly hitting them that they’re getting married. Luke’s never considering marrying anyone else, it’s always been Ashton. Sure, Luke dated other people before and such, but ever since they realized they liked boys too, it’s always been Ashton Luke pictured marrying. Luke’s family has always considered Ashton part of their family and vice versa with the Irwins. When Luke had told their family that Ashton proposed, no one ever said they were too young or that it was too soon. It’s almost as if everyone else just knew that marriage was the next natural step for them. That as soon as Luke and Ashton had announced they were together, everyone just placed bets on when, not if, they would get married. Michael used to call them an old married couple all the time, even before they were together. Luke’s thought more concretely about marrying Ashton practically since they officially became partners, pictured a whole life with Ashton, living out their dreams and growing old together. It’s just finally hitting Luke that it’s happening. They’re going to walk downstairs and officially marry Ashton and that’s it. The rest of their lives begin, which has always been their dream. Luke’s just...having a moment to process all of that. 
There’s a knock on the door. 
“Lu?” Michael asks, voice hesitant. 
“Yeah?”  
“Can I come in? You’re supposed to be done here,” Michael says. Luke mumbles some answer that must be close enough to yes for Michael. Luke glances up, sees Michael entering the room. He looks nice, wearing the black lace crop top, red silk bra underneath matching the red plaid miniskirt, black fishnets, and combat boots, smudgy black eyeliner around his eyes. Michael looks soft and punk and Luke’s trying to focus on him, map the way Michael looks while he crosses the room, so Luke doesn’t have to focus on their panic.
“Hey,” Michael says, face worried as he sits on the vanity bench next to Luke. He wraps an arm around Luke, pulling them close to his body. Luke curls into Michael, taking deep breaths.
“Hey,” they whisper back softly. Luke’s happy they haven’t gotten to their makeup yet as they rub their face into Michael’s shoulder.
“What’s the matter?”
“Just nervous.”
“What about?”
“Everything. I’m 24, Ashton’s 26. Are we moving too fast Mikey? Should we wait? Is it too soon?”
“Lu, you and Ashton are perfect for each other. You’re so perfect for each other it’s actually sickening. You guys are soulmates. It’s so clear that you two love each other so completely I’ve never seen two people so wonderfully matched. Ashton would walk to the ends of the Earth for you and you would do the same for him. Do you love him?”
“With my whole heart.”
“And do you want to spend the rest of your life with him?”
“Obviously.”
“Then why wait? Seems silly to waste any time when you’re sure,” Michael says. Luke glances up at Michael.
“You think?”
“I know. You two are perfect together. Might as well make it official,” Michael says. He takes Luke’s face in his hands, kissing their forehead. Luke giggles, tightness in their chest loosening at the reassurance.
“Thanks Michael.”
“You’re welcome. Now, I think it’s time to put your makeup on. You’re supposed to be getting married. Can’t keep the groom waiting,” Michael says, bopping Luke’s nose. They laugh, batting Michael’s hand away. Michael sticks his tongue out. 
It’s easy after that for Luke to put the powder on, the champagne eyeshadow, blue eyeliner, pink lipstick, painting their cheeks and collarbone with highlighter. Luke smiles at Michael in the mirror when Michael steals a tube of red lipstick to use, pressing a red lipped kiss to Luke’s shoulder, marking it. Luke laughs, giddy and happy. Michael smiles back, bumping his shoulder against Luke’s. Luke can hear music filtering through the bedroom door, the sounds of Ashton laughing with Sierra and KayKay, dogs barking. 
“Are you ready?” Michael asks. 
“Yeah.”
“Let me tell everyone so they can get ready and then I’ll come back for you,” Michael says. Luke nods, watching in the mirror as Michael leaves. Luke stands, taking a deep breath and smoothing the skirt of their dress out. Luke grabs their heels, sliding their feet into them and taking one final look in the mirror. 
Luke has to admit they look good. The dress is off the shoulder and a sheer, champagne colored fabric, covered in blue and silver stars. There’s a slit in the long flowing tulle skirt, just high enough to see the top of Luke’s stockings, the line of the blue garter belt. The corset style top frames the pale blue satin bra and panty set Luke’s wearing, matching the blue heels. They tried to get all the proper wedding things. The dress is something new, the lingerie and heels something blue, the sparkly star clips in Luke’s curls borrowed from KayKay for that piece and the heart charm necklace and bracelet something old. Luke feels perfect, every inch of them ready to get married. 
“Everyone’s ready Luke,” Michael says, popping his head into the door. Luke smiles, turning to Michael. 
“Okay. I’m ready,” Luke says, holding their hand out to Michael. He grins taking it, pulling Luke close and linking their elbows. Michael pulls out the bouquet of blue and purple hydrangeas from behind his back, giving them to Luke. They take them, grasping them with both hands. 
“Let’s get you a husband,” Michael says, voice soft and tender. Luke smiles, letting Michael lead the way down the stairs. 
It’s only once Luke hits the bottom of the stairs, letting Michael guide them both to the open sliding door that leads to the backyard that they think they might cry. The atlar they’ve crafted for the day sits next to the pool, weather warm enough for them to do this outdoors. They’ve dragged some of the chairs that usually sit around the table on their deck for Sierra, KayKay and Michael to use so that they are in front of the altar. It’s simple and full of love. Calum’s standing at the makeshift arch they’ve created from flowers, papers in hand, grinning. Someone’s managed to convince the dogs to sit still by the chairs, even though KayKay’s holding Penny in their arms, grinning. Luke’s trying to take it all in, squeezing Michael’s arm, but as soon as their eyes land on Ashton, it’s all they can focus on. 
He’s standing next to Calum in his suit pants and a red shirt, hair perfectly styled back. Ashton’s dimples are creasing his cheeks and his eyes light up when he sees Luke standing in the doorway. He makes an aborted movement to reach a hand out to Luke, hand hovering midair for Luke to join him. Luke knows him well enough to see the slight shake to Ashton’s hand, the way he swallows looking at Luke standing there. Luke’s relieved they’re doing this now, in front of their friends, can get the nerves and anxieties and fear out of the way now so no one starts crying in front of their families later. Luke can already feel the tears at the back of their eyes, the overwhelming certainty that this is everything Luke’s ever wanted.
“Aren’t you supposed to have music to walk down the aisle to?” Michael teases. Luke stifles a laugh into the flowers, mood broken by Michael’s grin, face lit up. Sierra answers the question by pulling her phone out and playing Best Years. It’s strange, hearing their own voice played back to them, lightening the mood as the rest of the guys laugh. It’s as good as any song to walk down the aisle to, just another addition to their makeshift day of love, a special personal touch.
Michael takes the first step forward, Luke following suit as they cross the short distance from the sliding door to the altar. It’s over faster than Luke was expecting, Ashton within reach, fingertips brushing against Luke’s when Luke reaches out to take their hand, ground themselves in the moment. Ashton’s hand is warm to the touch, a little shaky in Luke’s grip, but his smile is pure and full of open adoration. 
“Let me give you away,” Michael says, tugging Luke back to him lightly. Michael pulls Luke into his arms, wrapping them into a hug, pressing a soft kiss to their cheek. Luke wraps their free arm around Michael’s shoulders, squeezing lightly. 
“Love you Lu,” Michael whispers into Luke’s ear. Luke whispers it back, feels the tears prickling at the corner of their eyes, lump in their throat. Michael pulls back, eyes twinkling with happiness and love. He takes the flowers from Luke, blowing him a kiss as he goes back to sit in one of the chairs.
Ashton waits no time, grabbing onto Luke’s free hand and pulling Luke in front of him to stand. Luke interlaces their fingers, letting Ashton rub his thumb along the back of their hands, smile watery. Luke can already feel the tears threatening to spill over, staring into Ashton’s hazel golden eyes. 
“Beloved pets and the people who drove them here. We are gathered here today to watch Luke and Ashton get married. They’ve been in love since they met and Michael and I have had to suffer through years of them mooning over each other before they got it together. If there was ever a case for soulmates, it would be these two. As long as they stop making out on the tour bus, I’m happy to marry them into domestic bliss to live out their old married couple days. Now, I believe Ashton and Luke have a few words to say,” Calum says. Luke’s somewhere between laughing at Calum and anxious at hearing what Ashton has to say, how he could possibly sum up their love.
“Lu, sweetheart, I spent ages trying to wrap my head around what I wanted to say to sum up our love. I can’t possibly do that, but I’m going to try. I’ve known you were it for me the moment you smiled at me the first day of band practice. You used to take my hand backstage before shows and squeeze it, claiming it was for you even though I knew you were doing it because I was nervous. You’ve always been able to read me, known exactly what I needed and how to help me. No matter how good or how bad I’m doing, you’ve always known what to do, what I need. You’ve never backed down from challenging me to be the best version of myself. I want to spend the rest of my life seeing you smile, hearing you laugh. I’ve watched you grow so much over the last year and I’m so happy and blessed to be a part of it, to be a part of your life. You make me feel unbelievably loved and wonderful everyday. You’ve allowed me to grow as a person too, to be the person you need in your life. I want to spend the rest of my life doing the same for you. I’m honored that you’ve chosen to have me in your life in this way. I love you in more ways than I can put into words. I just...I love you and I can’t wait to be your husband,” Ashton says. His eyes are watering and he’s holding his hands out for Luke’s. Luke takes them, swallowing down on their own tears, trying to hold on long enough to say their own vows. 
“I’m not sure how I can possibly top what you’ve already said, but I’m going to try. Ash, darling, it’s silly and cliche, but I had a crush on you since the day at the movie theater. I thought I would never see you again, but then you walked into band practice as our new drummer and I knew it was fate pushing us together. It took us a while to get here, but I’ve loved you for so long and I love you so much it comes as easily as breathing to me. You’ve always made me feel cherished and special. No matter how bad I get, the mood I’m in, you’ve always been there for you. You know what to say to make me feel better and even when it’s hard, you never back down from trying. I’ve never felt anything but loved when I’m with you. You’ve helped me to explore myself, to become more comfortable in the person I am. You’re my rock, my support system, my love. I can’t put it all into words how much I love and cherish you, how happy I am to have you in my life, to have you as my person. I promise to love you forever and ever with every part of my being. I want to share every moment with you. I love you,” Luke says, choking out the last words, vision blurred from the tears they know are falling. Ashton’s no better, tears fully running down his cheeks, smiling around it as he wipes his eyes. He leans over, wiping at Luke’s cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to each. Luke grabs his wrists, squeezing lightly before letting go. 
“I think this is where you exchange rings,” Calum prompts. Luke glances at him, sees the tears at the corner of Calum’s eyes. Luke laughs, a little wet, vision blurred at the corners from the tears. Ashton laughs, wiping his eyes. He digs into his pocket, pulling out the ring box. He pops it open, displaying the two golden bands inside. Luke holds their hand out, letting Ashton slide the ring onto their left hand. Luke does the same, taking out the matching ring and sliding it onto Ashton’s rings. Ashton slides the box back into his pocket, hands shaking as he takes Luke’s hands in his.
“By other power vested in me and this minister license I got online from the state of California, I now pronounce you married. I know you’re going to kiss whether or not I give you permission, so you may now kiss,” Calum says, waving his hand, eyes crinkled with a smile. Ashton wastes no time, pulling Luke to him, one hand cupping their jaw, the other wrapped around their waist. Ashton presses a sloppy kiss to Luke’s lips, grinning too hard for it to land and noses bumping. Luke laughs, digging their fingers into Ashton’s hair and smiling into the kiss, letting Ashton dip them backwards slightly. Michael wolf whistles, Sierra and KayKay laughing over dogs barking. Luke pulls back, gazing into Ashton’s eyes.
“I love you,” Luke whispers.
“Forever and ever,” Ashton whispers back, swooping in for another kiss.
“Break it up you crazy kids. I want food,” Michael laughs. Luke grins, lets Ashton right them again on the ground, fingers interlaced. It feels freeing, standing here with Ashton, knowing that he’s Luke’s husband, that it’s real and official and true.
Ashton doesn’t let Luke get caught in their head for long, pulling them back into the kitchen. Ashton ordered dinner for tonight, some simple dish of chicken and pasta, so Calum would have something to eat and it would be less work for Ashton to do, since all he had to do was heat it up. Ashton goes about the kitchen, taking the sauce off the stove and taking the chicken out of the oven. Luke helps, grabbing the pasta to start mixing it with the sauce. It’s an easy dance after that, dishing out the food onto the plates and pouring out water for everyone to drink. 
“It’s a free for all. You get to grab your own dishes,” Ashton says, waving his arms once everything has been plated.
“I’m writing a bad review. Terrible services,” Michael says, laughing with Ashton flips him the bird. They all grab their plates, carrying everything outside to the table they’ve set up, dragging the chairs back around the table. They all sit down, conversation flowing easily around their meal, Ashton ribbing Michael and Calum about being the next couple to get engaged now.
“Wait! We brought dessert,” KayKay says once they finish eating, taking Sierra’s hand and tugging her inside to the kitchen. Michael follows after them, clearly going to help them grab the dishes, shooing Ashton when he tries to follow them to help. There’s the vague sound of cabinets banging, Ashton wincing at the idea that they’re messing up his kitchen, Calum giggling.
“Our gift to you,” Sierra says, coming back out. She’s holding a beautiful cake in her hands, two layers covered in white icing and delicate blue flowers. She places it on the table, smiling. Luke blinks back tears, overwhelmed by love, reaching out to pull Sierra and KayKay into a hug, kissing them both on the cheek. Michael produces the knife, handing it over to Ashton. They go through the tradition, cutting the cake and feeding each other a bite of it around their smiles. Luke thinks their cakes might never stop hurting from how much they’re smiling today, brimming over with love and happiness.
At some point, Michael manages to find a speaker for them to hook a phone up to for music. Sierra demands Ashton and Luke get to have a first dance, like she isn’t gazing at KayKay for the same reason. It doesn’t take much to convince Ashton anyway, grabbing Michael’s phone and pulling up a song. He grabs Luke’s hand, pulling them into his arms, hand around their waist and holding onto their hand as the opening notes of Can’t Help Falling In Love play through the speaker. 
“I can’t believe you trust me not to step on your feet,” Ashton whispers, face pressed against Luke’s cheek. Luke smiles, lets Ashton spin them lightly.
“I’m the one in heels. If anything you should be worried about me,” Luke says, stumbling a little when Ashton takes a step forward, forcing Luke to step back in surprise to keep up.
“We should take dance lessons before the big wedding,” Ashton chuckles, dodging Luke’s misstep, feet bumping against each other. Luke giggles as they spin their way through a dance, small steps contained to avoid injury. The song fades out, Ashton pulling Luke into a kiss, fingers tangled into Luke’s curls. The next song comes on, something more upbeat and Michael cuts in, pulling Luke into their own dance, Calum dragging Ashton away. It’s easy and fun, letting their small group of friends pull them into silly, easy dancing, dogs running around at their heels, begging to be included. Luke picks Petunia up, dancing around with her, pressing a kiss to her head when she snuffles in confusion, accepting the affection.
Eventually, it starts to get darker outside, sun setting and painting the world in reds and purples and oranges, swirls of colors against a darkening sky. It makes the world feel special, magical, on fire. They start to gather everything up, taking the plates and leftover food into the kitchen. Luke takes the opportunity to kick their heels off, leave them on the stairs to take some of the pressure off their feet from standing all day. 
Ashton shows Sierra and KayKay to the door, thanking them for coming, pressing kisses to their cheeks and petting Penny goodbye. Calum’s trying to wrangle South and Moose out the door, while Michael holds Duke in one arm. He’s got Petunia’s leash in the other, trying to hold her bag over his shoulder. Since Luke and Ashton are going on a mini honeymoon tomorrow night, they wanted Petunia to stay with the guys while they were out. She doesn’t seem to mind, sniffing at Michael’s legs and wagging her tail. 
Michael leans over, pressing a kiss to Luke’s cheek. 
“Congrats Lu. Always knew if it was any of us, it would be you two. Soulmates and all,” he says. The smile creases the corner of his eyes, making him look soft and young. Luke smiles back, pressing kisses to Michael’s cheeks in response, trying to hold back their tears. They help Michael to the door, Calum grabbing the bag and helping to the car. 
Ashton closes the door behind them, turning to face Luke and grinning, interlacing their fingers. 
“We deserve leftover cake,” he says, tugging on Luke to take him to the kitchen. Ashton makes his way over to the cake, leaving Luke in the entryway. 
Ashton pops the top off the cake container, opening up the drawer to grab two forks from it. He holds one out to Luke, grinning. Luke crosses the kitchen threshold, hand on the counter to push themselves up to sit on the edge and take pressure off their feet. Ashton reads Luke’s body language, grabbing hold of Luke’s waist and lifting them up easily, setting them on the edge. Luke smiles, soft and sleepy, shifting back lightly and grabbing the fork from Ashton. It feels illicit, taking forkfuls from the cake itself, letting Ashton feed some of it to them and vice versa.
Luke sits on the countertop, swinging their stockinged feet back and forth, stabbing the cake with a fork and taking a bite. Ashton’s slumped against the counter, elbow touching Luke’s thigh, as he takes another bite of the cake. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, curls falling in his face. He catches Luke staring, tilting his head up, reaching out for Luke. They meet him halfway, ducking their head to press a kiss to Ashton’s lips. Ashton smiles into it, capturing Luke’s left hand in his and running his finger over Luke’s wedding band. 
“I love you,” Luke whispers into the space between them when they separate. Luke grabs onto Ashton’s left hand, tracing patterns into his palm, running their fingertips along Ashton’s matching band. Ashton lifts Luke’s hand to his lips, kissing the back of their hand. Luke giggles. Ashton drops the fork on the cake tray. Luke follows suit, grabbing onto Ashton’s hands.
“I love you darling,” Ashton whispers back. Luke tugs Ashton between their legs, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, letting Ashton run his hands up their thighs, squeezing lightly. Luke drapes their arms around Ashton’s shoulders squeezing. They still have to clean up, put the cake away, get ready for their honeymoon trip tomorrow. But right here, wrapped up in Ashton’s arms, trading kisses in the kitchen, Luke doesn’t want to go anywhere else. It’s sweet and it’s perfect, kissing Ashton, whispering words of love and affection, declarations to have and to hold on their lips. Luke’s never been happier, more sure of themselves. This is where they’re meant to be forever, wrapped up in Ashton’s love forevermore.
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No longer lonely (Jackie/Jan) -Katheriney
Jackie was not very old when she first fell in love, maybe 16, and like most first loves she fell hard. She wasn’t prepared to be feeling so strongly about another person. Of course she thought she had been in love before. She had boyfriends in the past and convinced both them and herself that she was head over heels in love, but that was nothing compared to the fire in her heart that she felt now.
Her family had just moved and her junior year of high school had not started as great as she imagined it would. She had no friends and didn’t really know how to make any. She had the same friends throughout her entire life and now she felt as if she were thrust into isolation in this new town. 
She had somehow made it the first quarter with no friends. She dreaded going to school. She sat alone at a stool by the window to eat lunch and didn’t speak up in her classes. But, all the silence and loneliness ended when the new quarter started. It was the second term of her french class, so it was surprising that there was a new face in the classroom. The girl oozed confidence. Jackie’s teacher told the girl to go sit at her table. Jackie was not happy about this because she had enjoyed having the table to herself, but she smiled up at the blonde girl when her teacher motioned her to wave. 
“Hi,” the shorter girl said briskly to her, setting down her purple book bag and taking the seat next to hers. Jackie wasn’t sure if she was supposed to respond, so she didn’t. She took note of the girl’s wavy blonde hair and purple miniskirt riding up as she crossed her legs. She made herself look away from the short skirt. She didn’t know why she wanted to look so bad, but didn’t want the girl to catch her staring at her lap.The teacher stood from behind her desk and walked the small distance to the board to start the lesson for that day. “I’m Jan,” she whispered from beside her. She had gotten a lot closer since the last time Jackie had looked over, so when she did turn her head towards her they were almost nose to nose. She jumped a bit and Jan laughed at her.
“Jan, is there something funny about les contes that I don’t know about?” The teacher turned towards the girls and put a hand on her hip. 
“Nope, sorry ma'am.” With that the teacher made her way back to writing and explaining. 
Jan bumped her shoulder. Jackie assumed it was an accident, so she pretended she didn’t feel it. Jan decided to shake her arm to get her attention instead. “What’s your name?“ 
“Jackie,” She said as softly as possible as to not get in trouble. 
“Hmmmm.” Jan leaned her head onto her hand. “You don’t look like a Jackie, maybe an Esther or a Nadia. No! I know! You look like a Leila!”
“Jan! Can you at least pretend you’re paying any attention. You know you need this class to graduate.” The teacher spoke to her. 
“Yeah yeah, of course, sorry.” Jan leaned down to her bag and took out a notebook and a pencil. “I’ll take notes, promise.” Jan flashed a smile and the teacher seemingly believed her, but Jan was not taking notes. She was writing a message for Jackie. 
The teacher and I don’t get along if you haven’t noticed. I barely pass her classes. Why haven’t I seen you before, Leila? Are you a freshman? -Jan
Jackie slid the notebook over to herself and started to write. 
I’m a junior, actually, not a freshman. I just moved here in August. -JACKIE
I think you mean -Leila and I like your glasses by the way -Jan
Of course, that’s what I meant. Thank you, I like your hair. -LEILA
And just like that the bell rang, making Jan grab her notebook and shove it in her bag before booking it out the door. Jackie felt like she had been forgotten already. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the classroom. She saw Jan standing in a huddle of football players and cheerleaders. So, she was one of those girls. No wonder she had left her so quickly. She couldn’t risk being seen with Jackie in these public hallways.
Jackie went about her day as usual. She went to her two classes before it was lunch time. She took her time to get to the cafeteria. Once she got there she sat in her usual seat by the window and took out her lunch that she had packed that morning, a salad and fruit. She was about to dig in before there was a plop in the usually vacant seat beside her. She turned to see Jan sitting with her hands in her lap and a smile on her face. “Hey, Leila! You do know only weird people sit in these stools, right?” She tugged at her arm and gestured for her to grab her lunch. “C'mon, you can come sit with me!” Jan linked their arms and together they strutted across the cafeteria to Jan’s table full of sports players and pretty girls. Well, Jan strutted. Jackie just shuffled along with her, holding her lunch. “This is Jackie. She just moved here and she’s in my french class.” Hearing Jan say her real name after so much time took her by surprise. She was sure the girl forgot and really thought her name was Leila. 
“Hi Jackie, I’m Jaida. You can take this seat by me and Heidi.” Jackie gladly took the seat and Jan sat next to her. Jaida had on a football jersey that was so big that is was obviously her boyfriend’s. Heidi had a short bob with a bang. 
Conversations continued around her. She didn’t feel quite comfortable enough to insert herself into them, but listened and smiled and nodded to anyone that addressed her. Jan had long since finished eating and was obviously getting restless, constantly looking over to Jackie before turning her head back to her other friends. Jan moved her hand off the table and to her lap. She kept her head towards the football players on the other side of the round table as she slowly slid her hand from her lap to Jackie’s. Jackie froze mid bite before realizing what she had done and stuffing the strawberry into her mouth. 
“What’s your next class?” Jan asked her, but she didn’t realize she was talking to her, so Jan squeezed her thigh a little to get her attention. 
“Oh! Umm, I don’t have a class in the next period.” Jackie stammered out, trying her very best to sound normal.
“Great, do you wanna go to Starbucks with me? I’m going through withdrawls.” Jan asked and Jackie could only nod. Jan took her hand back and Jackie almost whined. “Let’s get a head start if you’re done eating." 
"I am!” So Jan stood from her seat followed closely by Jackie. Her friends said goodbye to both of them. They smiled and whispered among themselves. It made Jackie self conscious. She felt like they saw Jan’s hand. She wasn’t sure if it was friendly or flirty, but if she were like that with her friends they shouldn’t care if she did it with her. So, what were they whispering and giggling about. 
She got into the passenger seat of Jan’s orange kia soul. Jan threw her bag into the backseat and Jackie did the same. After plugging her phone into the aux she started to play an Ariana Grande song that Jackie couldn’t name. 
They started on the short drive to the coffee joint. The music helped fill the silence, since neither girl had spoken up yet. Jackie played with her hands and kept her eyes focused on the road. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I think I may have gotten the wrong impression of the situation.” Jan spoke clearly said calmly.
“You haven’t made me uncomfortable. What did you think the situation was?” Jackie asked, finally turning to look at the girl who had her left leg up and one hand in her lap. She looked so relaxed behind the wheel, unlike Jackie.
“I thought you were into me because you were staring and flustered. Did I get the wrong impression?" 
"No, I am definitely into you.” Jackie said and just like that she had said it. There was no turning back. 
“Oh.” Jan turned the car into the Starbucks line. “Thank god. I thought I was going crazy and making things up.” Jan sighed and turned to a wide eyed Jackie and smiled at her. 
“You’re gorgeous.” Jackie let slip out.
“Oh yeah?” She said as she paid for both her coffee. She said a thank you, took her coffee, and went on her way back to school. She switched the hand she was steering and let her free hand rest on Jackie’s thigh once more. Jackie took a shaky breath, so Jan slid her hand around to rest it on her inner thigh. Jackie subconsciously spread her legs further to encourage Jan up on her exploration. Jan took the invitation and glided her hand further up and squeezed just enough to get Jackie to squeak, begging her to just touch her where she needed it. Jan removed her hand all together and used it to turn into an empty parking lot close to the school. 
She put the car in park and turned to see Jackie sitting there all pretty there, looking like she had already been fucked. Her hair was tousled. Her lips were parted. Her pupils were blown wide. Jan just wanted to eat her up. She held the girl’s chin in her hand guiding her towards her as she slid a hand up her leg and rested it on her waist. Jan leaned in to kiss her softly. She grasped her waist making Jackie gasp under her touch. Jan slowly slid her hand down her stomach. She broke the kiss long enough to make sure Jackie was sure she wanted this. Jackie frantically nodded and spread her legs before leaning forward to kiss her again. Jan did as the girl wanted and lifted her skirt and applied pressure over her lace panties. “Mmm lace?” Jan teased. 
“Yeah, ah, do you like them? Ah, that feels so good.” Jackie moaned softly.
“Oh, baby, they are so beautiful.” Jan pushed the panties aside and started pressing small circles to her clit. Jackie basically screamed at the direct contact and lifted her hips towards her. “Woah there, princess.” Jan taunted as she pushed her hips back down to the seat. 
“I’ve never done this before.” Jackie blurted.
“Honey, I’ll make you feel good. If you’ll let me, I’ll make you scream for me.” Jan promised her
“Please, please, please, Jan, please make me feel so good,” Jackie begged.
Jan pulled her lacy panties down to her knees and used her thumb to circle her clit, rubbing two fingers over her entrance. She used her other hand to hold her down. She slipped a finger into her slowly and only halfway before Jackie was grasping her wrist. “Want me to slow down, baby?” Jackie nodded. Jan removed her finger, but continued massaging her with her thumb. Reaching her head down, she started to lay kisses along Jackie’s neck and collarbone. She pressed her palm firmly over her and Jackie squirmed and mewled in her seat. 
“I’m gonna cum.” Jackie panted into Jan’s ear.
“Let go for me, pretty girl.” And she does. She shrieks and shakes. Tears trickle down her cheeks. Jan wipes them away. She tucks Jackie’s dark hair behind her ear and kisses her forehead. She gives her time to catch her breath before letting go to start the car. 
“Wait!” Jackie grabs Jan’s arm to keep her from switching gears. “Where are we going?” She asked her all doe eyed and cute.
Jan can’t help but smile at her. “School. You need to get to class on time." 
"So do you.” Jackie whispered. 
“I already skipped last period. It wouldn’t hurt to skip another, but I don’t wanna be a bad influence on you.” Jan replied.
“You skipped class to be with me?" 
"Of course I did, baby.”
Jackie may not have known that she was only going to fall further and further for the girl sat next to her, but she did know that she had never taken to anyone as quickly as Jan. She knew that Jan would be at the forefront of her mind firing every minute of every day.
Jan let her off at the front door telling her if she ran she could make it to class in time while she parked. She waved and did as she was told. Jan was right. She did make it on time.
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The Bate-Bola
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If in Saxon-speaking countries, there is Halloween, which is the day when a portal opens for souls of the underworld to walk on earth. In Brazil, although without everyone's conscience, we have carnival. The meat feast. The pagan feast, condemned by christians, loved by pagans and Christians-umbandonblezistas, who before him, make their things of cleansing and protection and after him, go to the Wednesday Mass of ashes to receive the blessings of the priest.
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In carnival, those who should not, do not fear, and go out on the street to skip their joy, who should, leaves anyway, because they are only four days a year and can not hide on days when the whole country goes out to the streets to play.
Rosana took a real dread from carnival. He says he was among the crowd at the big party, all happy to sing, dancing with his beer in his hand, when a stranger who was by his side, fell the ground, hit by a shot. Shot no one heard. Shooter no one saw. _Carnaval for me now, just at home watching the samba school parades.
Unlike Geraldo Fino, who every year goes out to play. _Geraldo, stay home, it's carnival, you know people come out this time of year to settle their score. _IH, Mom! Leave me, leave me! This dialogue has been repeated for almost thirty years. Your mother knows what a son she has. His job is to "pass the leg on others." Theft and forgery of credit card, checks, loans on behalf of others, sell goods "found" and from time to time, steal (more) a sucker in gambling, on the stool that he usually rides in free fairs or on the streets. Geraldo has his conscience clean and free. Believe that if it were not for him, another would, because suckers exist heaps all over the world, ready to be deceived.
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And there he goes, dressed as a woman, skipping his carnival, this time he whimsical: He explained to everyone that he was dressed as "feminist". _Sou one of those communist women from the "March of the Bitches_Diz waving her flag and rolling it in the air, with the writing: "Female power! I give it to everyone and whoever else i want!" And he also distributed saints with the sayings: "I put it before to abort later. Respect my right to kill baby son!" Unlike previous years, this time he did not shave his legs or shave: _Feminista does not shave. I want to be authentic. _Quero to see you stick a crucifix up your ass like they do! AHAAHAHA! And laugh ed non-stop. Flag in one hand, beer can in the other.
Belford Roxo, with some death here or there, in the midst of the revelry, despite the setbacks, always had a quiet carnival. It is because many prefer Nova Iguaçu or São João de Meriti or even São Vicente and Santa Maria, neighborhoods far from the center of Bel. There's a crowd in the square, but nothing crowded. People played without bumping into each other or stepping on someone's feet. _Vão to the square, Mom! _Não! We're going to church! And the mother pulls her son by the arm, entering the Universal Church. Amid the joy and mess, Geraldo realizes that he is being flirted with by a woman (?) He's just getting close to the girl. _Antes nothing: Are you a woman? The voice of the costume was very similar to that of a faggot: _Yes, I'm _Se're a woman, what's with the fantasy? _Quer you attest, cat? She raises her arms up, like a diva in the midst of her spotlight, but implying that she wants to be "searched" by him. As it is carnival, it passes its hand in all its corners. (All!) _Sabia what fantasies like that can get you to jail these days? _Ela was dressed as "crazy nega", saínha ruffle with a mini blouse, both red white balls, the whole body covered with a black pantyhose, her augmented mouth with a red lipstick, a face painted black, a wig of short hair, curled up, hoop earrings, bracelets, rings, and platform sandals complete the look. _O you see as racism, I see it as a protest against stereotypes, sweetie. It's carnival, and in it we can do anything.
They make a couple.
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They play, they drink together. Until she makes a sign for him and walks away, looking back from time to time, to see if Geraldo Fino follows her. And he understands and goes. If you drive the street next to the square, although you are next to the party, this street is deserted. Nega Maluca heads to a huge marquee of a very dark shop. Geraldo begins to drool with anxiety over what will soon happen. Nega Crazy arrives first and practically disappears into the shadow of the marquee. He squeezes the steps, lifting the miniskirt to the top, preparing the genitalia for the act, thus displaying the panties in the best style "Fernado Gabeira" that uses.
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In the square, everything goes well, until a confusion arises from the boardwalk, people run desperate, few of the crowd in the square shake, a confusion here or there in the middle of the party is normal. A scream muffles up the music of the speakers: _SOCORROOOOOO! It's Geraldo Fino. Behind him, a ball-ball with an ox bladder, just like the old days. Many laugh, until the hit-ball rotates his bladder like an expert warrior in the air and hits her on the ground, intending to hit Geraldo. When you hit the ground, you hear a huge explosion, about to come out of fire, and cut a hole in the boardwalk. Only then do the people run; among the crowd, another ball-ball appears with a parasol in his hand. This puts his foot right in the path of Geraldo who falls violently to the ground. Some brave people try to help him, but when he sees the ball-squeezing in the air again his bladder, they drop it and run away. Geraldo was badly injured, but the adrenaline inhibited the pain and he tries to get up, without getting in time, at the last second, rolls to the side and the bladder reaches the other. The noise of the beat makes him dizzy and ringing in his ear. The ground opens, this time deeper, he holds on to the edge of the huge hole that continues to open, he is hanging now, and when he looks down, he sees hell. _NO! NOOOOO!
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Residents of the houses of the square, close their windows, entrances of the villages are locked, no one else enters. Residents watch everything through the window crack, others, feeling safe, watch behind the door bars. The umbrella ball-hitter approaches him. His ear is still zombie, but he, even with difficulty, understands what he says: _Deveria must have listened to your mother. _Quem are you?! Please! No!! _O carnival is the feast of the flesh, but only the sin-free can play it. Who should, does not skip carnival. Avenging spirits, mockers, street people hungry for lost souls go hunting for people like you, Geraldo. The hit-the-ball gives a stowed of Geraldo's fingers that still does not let go. _Ai! There! There! Please! I'm not going to fool anyone anymore! _Geraldo opens the berreiro of pain and despair, for seconds all the victims he deceived appear in his mind: old people, widows, and good people who thought that in the world, everyone was like them, until they met Geraldo Fino_ His will to live is so great, that even with broken fingers, he still clings to the earth.
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From the bottom of the hole, the figure of a man with a suit and bible in his hand appears. _Não're afraid, Geraldo. I'm here to help you. If you repent, accept Jesus who will get you out of here, Jesus casts out the demons, subdues Satan!  All you have to do is repent and let yourself fall and i'll get you. God is power! He sees the ball-ball away, as if fearing the man of God, beneath him, floating in the air between him and the flames of hell. _Perdoa me, sir! I accept Jesus as my only savior and God as the creator of all things! _Isso Geraldo, now come. Says the pastor, with his arms in position to receive him. Geraldo falls and goes toward the believer's lap, begins to cry and thank, but the believer, still holding the tearful Geraldo opens his Bible that was in one of his hands, shaking the book. It is a bible full of pictures of, wide open, the believer begins to laugh and releases Geraldo, who falls screaming in the lavas of hell...
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LINK DO TEXTO ORIGINAL EM PORTUGUÊS
http://opeitopensante.blogspot.com/2016/07/o-bate-bola-se-nos-paises-de-lingua.html
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lost-inthedream · 4 years
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Scolding
Youngbin x female reader
Genre: smut!! +18
Warnings: pet/master game, soft dom, Idk
Summary: Youngbin buys you a dog collar but you’re not sure if it fits your style.
Words: 1.1 K
Note: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you find. This is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :)
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The dog collar Youngbin had bought you two weeks before was still resting on the bedside table. You looked to it unintentionally every time you entered his bedroom. But none of you commented about it again, since you declined his new experimental idea. You didn’t like the concept of pet/master play at all.
That night he noticed you staring at the item even though you thought he was busy on his laptop. “Just let me put it on your neck. It will be sexy.” He insisted waking you up from your distraction. What did make your boyfriend wants to see you wearing that this much?
You lift your gaze to him without a word, just expecting him to understand an indirect big no. You don’t think you would feel comfortable if he suddenly called you his bitch in the heat of the moment. If felt too offensive for you.
He then takes the collar and comes back to his chair. His walk and movements precisely slow. He turns his back to you to go back to his reading but it was impossible not notice the way he kept touching the cute object made of  leather, moving his fingers smoothly to the chain linked to it. Only God knows if he was really distracted or if he had actually bad intentions with that act.
It’s weird for you because as he moves his hands you start to feel aroused imagining the leather piece around your throat. Your voice sounds fragile when you speak to him. “I can use that if you promise me you will be a soft master”.
He immediately looks back to you clearly excited. “I can’t be nothing but soft to my baby girl. Or should I say Little Pet?”
You stand up from the bed and walk fast towards him. Right in front of his chair, you get on your knees and accept the collar. He looks at you amazed once it is loosely on your neck, you’re blushing and he slides his hand and fingers slowly out of your throat to pats his lap. You understand he wants you to sit there or something similar. 
You don’t move anyway.
“Come here, Little.”
You look away ignoring your master’s order, still sitting on the floor like a little puppy.
He laughs to himself. “This little bratty of mine.”
And when you least expect he just pulls you close by the collar and speak lower: “Why doesn’t my Little do what I’m asking her for?”He speaks right close your ear causing you goosebumps: “Now you’re gonna lie on the bed. Ass up for me.”
He stares at you as you stand up, cross the bedroom and crawl over the sheets messing them a little. Then you stop in the position he ordered you and just wait. Cold air on your butt but the lateral of your face pressed against a pillow. You can’t see him but can hear as he stand up, so you imagine he’s getting close. Your eyes are completely open, anxious for his touch.
Initially, his hand is very soft on your butt, caressing it over your miniskirt. You let some gasps scape, but without whining because you know he’s going to take even longer to do something if you do so.
“I love how you always play hard to get but in the end I’m the one who owns your body and soul”.
He finally lifts the skirt and gasps to the view. You can’t believe Youngbin never gets used to your body. He reacts like it’s the most incredible thing he’s ever seen every single time.
He approaches his face to your butt and breaths heavily so you can feel the warm air. Then he gives a hot bite to one of your cheeks and circles the mark left with his fingertip. The way he lingers behind you is sweet torture.
He touches your pussy through your panties and you’re already seeing stars. His name slides from your lips. He chuckles, you’re so into the game. He then moves your underwear to the side.
Again you know what he’s doing by the sounds. He unzips his jeans and takes the item completely off, the same with the t-shirt. He pumps his member just a little before starts playing with your clit. Only circling it with the head. You assume he was already very hard only by having you in that position. Your hands are grabbing the sheets and your face is more deeply in the pillow.
He sees the way you’re hiding yourself unintentionally and reaches the chain linked to your collar to pull your body up, now you’re all on four and he finally slides his cock inside of you making both of you moan at the same time.
Still holding the chain steadily, Youngbin asks you to move. His other hand is grabbing your thigh softly. You start riding him very slowly and keep this pace until he presses his fingers tighter in your flash, it makes you go faster. “Good girl”. You know when he’s seeing shining stars because the chain escapes from his hand and he slides it to your other thigh. He moans louder and so do you.
When your body starts to get weak by that freak pace you were keeping, he notices and takes control of it. He likes to see you weak and overwhelmed so he moves one hand to your clit trying to rub it as he goes fast and hard in and out.
You come before him so he suddenly decides to pull off, flip you and lay you down on your back to finish himself looking into your face. Little he knows you were even more anxious to see his face. You let him handle your post-orgasm body and you spread your legs automatically, so your hand could linger over your pussy moving softly without you thinking about it.
His mind of course is on the clouds and you can see by his expression and sounds that he’s about to come. Your eyes go from his face to his tattooed body and go back to his face. Everything is so magnetic in him.
A few more seconds and his cum is running down his hand. He closes his beautiful eyes and moans your real name forgetting the pet name and all the pet game things.
So cute.
The dripping cum goes rest on one of your inner thighs. He opens his eyes, his expression is now hazy by the orgasm, but once his lost gaze crosses yours, he smiles. After this he lays, body weak next yours, and speaks in a very lazy way: “I love you so much” he kisses you in the lips very slowly.
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A Very Penderghast Halloween – Beckett x Clarette
Summary: The Penderghast gang celebrate Halloween.
Rating: NSFW
Words: 5541
Author’s Notes: Happy Halloween!! I had this idea pop up into my head a few weeks ago to celebrate Halloween with my favorite magickal crew! I didn’t expect it to grow into a behemoth, but here we are. Thanks to @hellomynameisdevi​ @brightpinkpeppercorn​​ for the early help, and I’m also going to submit this for @skyecrandall​​ Choices Horrorween Week!
Hope you all enjoy! Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.
Sorry if the “Read More” link isn’t working. It’s Tumblr’s fault, not mine!
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Clarette stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, putting the finishing touches on her first Halloween costume in three years. She ran a hand down the front of the deep red corset, smiling at how the tight fit pushed up and emphasized her bosom. Turning sideways, she smoothed out the lace overlay over the black tulle miniskirt, the fabric bouncing back to its natural shape after she finished touching it. She threw the high collared, black, satin minicape over her shoulders, fastening the button around her neck before slipping on a pair of matching elbow length gloves to complete her look. Stepping into her black heels, she walked out into the living area of the suite where Atlas was hanging out and Shreya was waiting for her.
Her twin sister glanced at her, peering over the magazine she was reading and raised a skeptical eyebrow at Clarette’s outfit. “You look like a vampire-brothel-hooker all smashed into one.”
Clarette laughed on her way to the kitchenette, throwing a wadded-up paper towel at Atlas. “Well, if that’s the case, then Beckett will be my lucky customer later!”
Atlas groaned in repulsion, her face disappearing behind the page. “I really hate you sometimes, you know that?”
Shreya snorted in amusement at the siblings’ banter while she looked at her reflection in the mirror, touching up her black lipstick to complete her short and skintight sexy witch costume. “You two make me glad that my sister is younger than me. I could never imagine having any type of sex conversation with her,” she said, shaking her head in dismay. “I will say that this is fun to dress up for your Attuneless holiday, Clarette. Believe it or not, what I’m wearing is tame compared to what I’ve seen some sorceresses wear.” She looked over at her roommates’ outfit and busted out into a fit of laughter. “If Priya saw your outfit, I don’t know if she’d be flattered or embarrassed by your interpretation of what a vampire is.”
Clarette stopped in her tracks. “Whoa, wait. Priya LaCroix? As in the fashion designer? She’s a vampire? Vampires are real???”
Shreya nodded, gently patting her on the head. “I forget you didn’t grow up in this world, but yes, yes, and yes.”
The dark-haired twin stood in shock at her newfound knowledge. “I swear, I’m always learning new things around here.”
“Are you serious? Out of everything we’ve been through the last two years and it’s vampires existing that throws you for a loop?” Atlas chortled.
Clarette shrugged, a broad grin on her face. “I only know the bad vampire stereotypes, like this one!” She ran over to Atlas, and in a bad accent that sounded like the Count from Sesame Street, she yelled out “I want to suck your blood!” while tickling her.
Atlas screamed at the tickle attack. “You ass! You know I hate being tickled!” She cried out before shooing her sister away.
Cackling, Clarette got up and straightened her top out before she had a wardrobe malfunction. “I promise, no more tickling for the rest of the night. But seriously, are you sure you don’t want to come tonight? Please?” She affixed the puppy dog eyes on her sister with one last plea.
The light-haired twin rolled her eyes in response. “You know that face doesn’t work on me. Do I look like Beckett to you? And nah, thanks. I’m good. I’ve had my share of roughing it out in the woods, at night, with demons and crazy psychopaths after me to last me a lifetime. You guys have fun in the forest and whatever.”
The doorbell rang at that moment, signaling the arrival of the rest of Motley Crue. Clarette and Shreya made their way to the door, opening it to their group of friends.
“By the way, if it wasn’t obvious, you two look absolutely absurd,” Atlas continued, “at least the others had enough sense not to dress-“ she looked up and stopped midsentence, where she was greeted with the sight of Zeph dressed up in a skeleton costume complete with face paint while Aster donned a headpiece resembling a unicorn. “At least Griff and Harrington had enough sense not to dress up,” she rectified her statement.
Griffin stood in the doorway with a full bag of mixed elixir in hand, laughing at Atlas’ unimpressed expression. “I would’ve dressed up if I knew everyone else was going to!”
Beckett scoffed. “You couldn’t pay me to dress up.”
Clarette pranced over to her boyfriend, noticing Beckett’s eyes darken as he took in her entire costume. “I’m sure I could convince you otherwise,” she replied, a sly grin on her face. “Besides I know what you could dress up as. You could be the police!”
He raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. “And why, may I ask?”
“Because sometimes you’re the fun police!” A mixture of groans and laughter were heard at her bad joke while they all waved ‘bye’ to Atlas. Clarette giggled, bounding out the door and down the long corridor, leading Beckett by the hand while the others followed their path.
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The evening sky was the deepest shade of midnight and the moon was hidden behind the cover of clouds as the six of them made their way through the Penderghast campus. They continued walking into the woods beyond the lake, the lights of the university dimming behind them with every foot before being swallowed by the foliage.
Clarette bounced excitedly with each step, wanting to savor her first real Halloween since being introduced into her current magickal world. The last two years had comprised of shadow monsters, maniacal Blood Atts, and power-hungry Sources, all of which diminished any desire to celebrate one of her favorite times of the year.
This year was different. With no threats on the horizon, she decided they would all be celebrating spooky season with her. She took solace in now knowing who she was and where she came from, which gave her the security to enjoy the festivities. The last time she felt so carefree was when she was a child, and Halloween had no pretense; it was only about how many treats she could fill in her goody bag.
Moving to a new area for high school had given her a different reason to enjoy Halloween, when she embraced the dressing up aspect the most. In a smaller city where she was one of the few minorities and the only Asian American girl in school, she relished the opportunity to be someone else for one day. She found she was comfortable dressing up in any manner she wanted, and that usually equated to a getup that conformed with her party girl label.
As Clarette thought about ideas for her costume this year, she knew it was going to be one of those stereotypical sexy outfits, but she felt assured about making her decision. The difference between dressing up in a sexy costume now and a few years prior? Her actions were now on her terms and she was finally comfortable in her own skin. She was dressing up for herself and not to fit in.
Over the last two years, she had regaled the group with stories about Halloween, from urban legends and folklore to the revelries in the Attuneless world such as haunted houses, mazes, and hayrides designed to scare people. Convincing Shreya was easy; she didn’t need to be asked twice to be her partner in crime in dressing up and looking good while doing it. Griffin, Zeph, and Aster were always down for some hijinks, and surprisingly Beckett didn’t try to make a logical argument to get out of it. Only Atlas rejected to partake in it, citing her very valid reasons of already living through enough nightmares.
Griffin led the way through the brush, smoothing out the path to make sure the girls of the group wouldn’t trip over any loose rocks. “So Clarette, what are we doing? You didn’t exactly lay out the plan.”
“I don’t really have one. I was thinking about lighting a bonfire, telling some scary stories while we drink, pretend to do a séance…. I don’t know, whatever comes to mind, I guess.”
“A séance? Are you sure this is a good idea?” Zeph asked with hesitation. “My abuela always said you don’t mess with these types of things, especially since the veil is the thinnest this time of year.”
Shreya scoffed while adjusting the sparkly witch hat she wore on her head. “It’s not like we’re actually summoning anything. Besides, Clarette already talked to a dead Dread last year and nothing else came from it.”
Clarette shivered at the mention of Raife, memories of her and Atlas destroying his corrupted essence doing little to soothe her mind.
Beckett wrapped his arm around her, noticing her shiver. “Are you alright?”
“Just a little draft, nothing more,” she fibbed, not wanting to worry him about the thoughts in her mind.
The evening had started innocently enough, with the bottles of elixir being poured and stories being told from the Attuned side of things. They all shared stories of how ‘The Dread’ was used as a bogeyman in their different upbringings, all of which were terrifying in their own right. Silence reigned after the last tale was told and they all took a sip of their drinks, the silence enhanced with the effects of their beverages.
Zeph turned his head to the right, on alert. “Did anyone else hear that?” His eyes flickered across the group.
“I didn’t hear anything,” Clarette answered. “Come on, Zeph, stop trying to scare us.”
A distant rustle echoed through the night.
“I heard that,” Griffin interjected as he stood up and dusted his pants off. “Zeph, come on, let’s check it out.”
Zeph grimaced, steeling himself. “Fine. But if I die out there, it’s on you.” He got up and joined Griffin past the shrubbery.
The other four looked at each other with uneasy glances as the minutes ticked by.
“Yeah, this isn’t creepy, at all,” Clarette commented, snuggling more so into Beckett’s side.
A moment later, the flames extinguished, leaving them in complete darkness.
“Very funny, Shreya,” Beckett remarked. “Would you please turn the fire back on?”
Shreya looked at him with her mouth agape at the accusation. “I didn’t do that, Beckett.” She snapped her fingers to reignite it, but nothing happened.
The branches where Griffin and Zeph walked into shook, the disturbance causing them to jump at the sound.
“And very funny, you two!” Clarette hollered towards the direction of the bushes. “You can stop with the cheap scare tactics already!”
Aster branched out, the shadow lingering on her face. “It is not them.”
“What do you mean it isn’t-“ Before Shreya could finish her sentence, the undergrowth parted, a giant shadow monster appearing before them.
“Holy shit!” Clarette jumped up and ripped off her gloves, blasting the apparition with her Sun magick. The beam that came from her hand went straight through and did not cause any damage, to her disbelief. “It didn’t do anything!”
“Clarette, go!” Beckett stepped in front of her, shielding her from the monster. “Aster, make sure she stays safe!”
Aster nodded, grabbing Clarette’s arm. “Come on, I know a safe place!”
“I’m not leaving you, Beckett! I can help!” She tried wriggling out of Aster’s unhuman, strong grip, to no avail.
Beckett took a few steps towards Clarette, never turning his back on the monster. “I told you before, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, my love, and I never break my word.” He kissed her hard, channeling his feelings into the singular action. “Just remember, I love you.”
Before Clarette could respond, Aster dragged her further into the forest, the trees camouflaging their retreat.
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Clarette ran through the trees, complete darkness engulfing her surroundings. She wasn’t sure if she could hear a faint laughter echo through the expanse of thicket, but she knew there was no way she would stay in one place to find out. Her pulse raced in her ear and her lungs burned as she weaved through the cover of the forest, her survival instincts kicking in.
"Don't turn around. Don't stop now. And whatever you do, don't turn around." The thought repeated itself in her mind. She had watched enough horror flicks in her days to know one of the rules of survival.
How could a shadow monster be chasing her? They had eliminated the different threats over the course of their Penderghast careers, including those using essences to create corrupt forms. She frowned at the memory of her attack going right through the monster’s center, its red eyes and sadistic grin smiling at her inability to vanquish it.
It turned out Atlas was the smart one that evening, opting to stay back on campus instead of joining the Crue in the woods. Their evening was supposed to be full of harmless fun and Halloween shenanigans.
Or they were supposed to be shenanigans, until that fire went out without explanation and the giant shadow monster appeared through the trees. It seemed to laugh at her with glowing, red eyes and the sinister smile on its warped mouth, its intent bent on destroying everything in their path.
The monster must have taken both Griff and Zeph down quickly, as the rest of them didn’t even hear anything from where they had disappeared. There was no scream to signal trouble, and the only shout she heard was from Shreya. Her shrill shriek rang through the woods until it was cut off with a stomach dropping abruptness.
Clarette’s mind raced with thoughts of what happened to her friends, her brows furrowing when she thought of Beckett. She should never have left him, despite his urging and insistence. She and Aster were nearly a Thief-field length away when she heard his voice ringing through the foliage, telling the monster to stay away from her. Clarette had stopped in her tracks, ready to turn back when she thought she heard him scream, only for the forest to stifle any identifiable sounds.
She shook her head to clear her mind. The current circumstances gave her no time to think and instead, she concentrated on winding in and out of the hedges and trees. Now it was just her and Aster, thanks to Aster's abilities to navigate the forest where she grew up.
"Clarette!" Aster huffed through exertion, the flowers in her hair downcast and sodden. "The trees are telling me there should be a cabin 50 feet that way. You should go there while I go for help!"
Clarette stopped in her tracks, giving Aster an incredulous look. "You want me to go to a cabin, in the woods, in the middle of the night??? I am not going to die like some cliché, slasher movie!"
Aster frowned, the reference going over her head. "Movies can cut you in the Attuneless world? I have to remember this for later! But in the meantime, I'll go track down Atlas and the shadow monster won't get me because I know these woods like the back of my hand! The cabin should be over there!" She ran off in the opposite direction, leaving before Clarette could get a final word in. “I’ll be back!”
"Shit!" Clarette whispered to herself, knowing that anyone who ever says “I’ll be back” never returns according to the rules of horror films. Looking around after taking a steadying breath, there was no sign of the shadow monster and she quietly made her way through the trees. The 50 feet she crept through felt like a mile, but Aster was right; there stood an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods.
"This is what I get for watching all those Freddy Krueger - Scream - Friday the 13th movies when I was in high school," she grimaced as she approached the solid oak door, trying to peek through the tinted window. "No, this isn't scary at all."
Opening the door, her eyes widened as a feeling of astonishment overtook her. The darkened interior of the cabin was illuminated softly by elegant, taper candles in metal, gothic candelabras while the glow of strategically placed jack-o-lanterns added to the ambience. The hazy flame from the fireplace cast a warm light over the entire room, highlighting the black, satin sheets that adorned the bed against the far wall.
In the middle of the room stood one Beckett Harrington, a proud smile on his face after having everything go according to plan for the evening. He held his arms out wide, showcasing the result. “Surprise! I know you love Halloween, so I wanted to give you one to remember.”
Her shock quickly dissolved into anger as she marched over to him, pushing his shoulder hard and backing him against the wall next to the bed. "You ass! I can't believe you made me think you were hurt and then you made me run through the woods thinking everyone else was hurt!"
Beckett rubbed the back of his neck as he watched his idea blow up spectacularly in his face. "I thought you would appreciate the Halloween scare since you've been so excited the entire month. Between you regaling us about your Tuneless traditions of going to haunted houses and watching scary movies with me, I just wanted to bring a little piece of that to you because you've missed it."
Her face softened at how much thought and planning he had undertaken to pull this off, though her arms remained crossed. "Well, the haunted houses I used to go to weren't real because they're played by actors and I love watching scary movies with you because I get to snuggle and bury my head into you when it gets too much. It's all make-believe!" Before she continued her tirade, a light bulb went off in her head. "Wait. Does this mean everyone was in on it?”
Beckett nodded. "Indeed. I asked for their help to execute everything. Shreya extinguished the fire with no effort after Griff and Zeph’s cue of disappearing.”
"What was Atlas' role in all this? Summoning the shadow monster?"
Beckett chuckled, his cheeks red. He remembered the day he went to Atlas for help in pulling this off and while she initially refused, she had relented in the end.
“Hey, Harrington,” Atlas paused after helping him with the illusion, “you really love my sister, don’t you.”
Beckett flushed. No one had asked him about their relationship point blank after he and Clarette had exchanged ‘I love yous.’ Looking at Atlas, he replied in a confident tone, “I do. I love her very much.”
A wry smile crossed her face. “I know. Just making sure.”
She made him swear to not tell a soul she helped him with this, knowing that her sister would never let her live it down.
"Griff and Zeph helped with the illusion of the shadow monster. Atlas had absolutely no part to play in this. When she heard the beginning of my plan, she held her hand up and said 'no' outright. She wanted no part of 'whatever freaky sex thing' I had in mind, even though it hadn't even crossed my mind."
“I don't know if I should punch you or kiss you," Clarette laughed, none the wiser to his masterplan.
“I definitely think I should be rewarded with the latter, but I may be slightly biased,” he beamed.
She closed the distance between them, placing her arms on his shoulders as she brought him down for a slow kiss. "Well, now that your plan has been executed, did any 'freaky sex thing' cross your mind?"
"I don't know if it would be considered freaky, but you already know I think about you quite frequently in that way."
Clarette gleamed at him, her eyes shining in the dim light as she comprehended in full how much preparation was needed for him to pull the entire evening off. “I can’t believe you really did this all for me.”
“You know I would do anything for you,” he replied as a tender look fell on his face.
“As twisted as your plan tonight was, I do know that.” Her fingers trailed down the lapel of his blazer as an idea of her own entered her mind. “Hmmm, you know, I don't think I ever told you what the best part of Halloween is."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. "Oh, and what's that? I thought you said the best part was dressing up?"
She brought him down for a kiss, their mouths moving against each other in hypnotizing fashion. His tongue teased her bottom lip, asking for entrance and she moaned in acceptance, their tongues dancing with the deepened kiss. His hands roved down past her short skirt to her ass, squeezing it and bringing her closer to his frame. She gasped as she felt his erection pressing against her lower abdomen, his hardness causing desire to shoot through her veins. They broke apart after a few minutes, both feeling dizzy and lightheaded from their kisses.
"The best part of Halloween," she purred, while starting to unbutton his shirt, "is definitely the treat. After everything you put me through tonight, I deserve something tasty to put in my mouth, don't you think?” She planted kisses on his now bare chest, her fingers tracing down his torso before landing on the front of his pants, grasping his arousal through his trousers.
A strangled sound came from Beckett's throat, his voice shaky with each squeeze of her hand. "Yes, oh - you definitely deserve something tasty as a treat," he managed to get out with difficulty.
Clarette unbuckled his belt, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down with care, all the while kissing a path down his stomach. His muscles flexed involuntarily when she trailed the outline of his abs with her nails and flicked her tongue against the flat plane of his lower abdomen. His pants hit the floor and he groaned after she kissed him through his underwear, her face rubbing against his prominent bulge through the black fabric.
Standing up straight for a moment, she unfastened her cape, dropping it to the floor in between them. His gaze went down to her chest, her breasts inviting his touch. His hands roamed up the corset before caressing the swell above the garment with his thumbs, the soft skin smooth to his fingertips. He bent over to kiss her again as her hand cupped him through his underwear, and once again she placed kisses down his body.
Her knees came to rest on the soft fabric of the cape she had dropped, and she looked up at him through thick lashes, the glint in her eye causing him to bite his lip in anticipation. Seeing her in this position was one of his favorite things in the entire universe.
She lowered his boxer briefs in an unhurried manner, licking her lips as his glorious cock sprang free from its constraints. His hand found its way to the back of her head, tangling in her luscious, raven locks as he guided her mouth to him.
"My, someone's eager," Clarette chuckled as she wrapped one hand around his dick, licking the underside of his shaft from base to tip. His jaw hung agape as he let out a sharp breath with the sensation of her tongue on his taut flesh. Stroking his length, she wet her lips before placing a kiss on his velvet tip, their eyes locking as he was met with a seductive smile.
Beckett watched in awe as she twirled her tongue around his tip slowly, before taking him in and sucking on his head. She bobbed back and forth with a gradual pace, her hand working over his impressive length before releasing him with a pop from her mouth. Gripping his cock in her hand, she opened her mouth and slapped him against her flattened tongue, the move eliciting a groan from him as she then licked the precum off him.
Once again, he found himself past her lips, her fingers wrapping tightly around him while moving up and down in tandem over his hardness. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, enjoying the attention his girlfriend was slathering upon him, his other senses heightened with pleasure at the sound and feel of her mouth around him. His eyes opened when he felt her warmth leave him, and he looked down to see the marvelous sight of her licking his tight balls. He groaned as she sucked on one, followed by the other, her hand never stopping the rhythm on his erection.
Beckett’s eyes were glazed with desire as she returned to sucking his cock, her tempo picking up with each twist of her hand. He couldn’t help himself as his other hand entangled itself in her hair, giving him a firm grip on her head. He started thrusting into her mouth, stretching her out with his thickness, filling her with more of him after each buck of his hips. Her hands left his cock, sliding around to grab his ass as he took total control. Fucking her pretty, little mouth, he came hard as he hit the back of her throat, a deep moan accompanying his release.
Clarette swallowed his entire load, gasping for air after he pulled out, her lips swollen and mouth raw. This was rougher than what she was used to with him, but the truth was that she loved it. Beckett was usually so in control and the knowledge that she could make him lose it excited her greatly, if the wetness between her legs was any indication.
He helped her to a standing position and held her against him, wrapping both arms around her while kissing the top of her head. “Clarette, you’re magnificent,” he whispered as he cupped her jaw and kissed her gently.
She returned the kiss with fire, whimpering into his mouth as his hands wandered up her skirt and rubbed her through her soaked panties. “God, Beckett, I want you so bad,” she murmured against his lips. Taking his hands in hers, she led them towards the bed, her pupils dilated with need. She looked up at him with a hazy look, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before asking her next question. “How do you want me?”
His nostrils flared at her implication and he swallowed before giving his answer. “Like this.” He kissed her hard before turning her around and bending her over the side of the bed, her ass facing him. Quickly shrugging out of his blazer and shirt, he knelt behind her and slid down her skirt and underwear slowly, revealing her glistening center to him.
Massaging her thighs, he moved his hands further up until he reached her apex, running his thumbs over her lips and spreading her juices over her mound. He traced the inside of her long legs with his fingertips, widening her stance by moving her feet apart, using his tongue to make his way back to her sex.
Clarette’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt him rub her slit, his name leaving her lips as he opened her up before he delved in with a long lick. He wrapped his arms around her legs, his fingers drawing circles on her clit as he ate her out from behind. She grinded back into him, her orgasm building quickly from how aroused she had been earlier. Her eyes snapped open when he stopped, only to close again when she felt him stand behind her, his big, thick cock pressing into her entrance.
Beckett leaned over her back, nipping at her ear, while rubbing his head against her sopping pussy. “Trick or treat, my love.” Straightening up, he pushed into her in one fluid motion, shuddering at her tightness. He started out with long, powerful strokes, burying himself deep inside her with each thrust, a feeling of intoxication coming over him as she enveloped him in her wet heat.
She screamed his name in pleasure as he stretched her out, filling her to the brim with his slow pace. Her hands pulled at the satin sheets as she breathed heavy, lying face down into the bed as he pounded her from behind. The familiar electric buzz coursed through her body, ready to give in to him.
Beckett gripped her hips, his fingers leaving imprints from the pressure he was holding onto her with. He groaned in pleasure as he alternated his strokes, speeding up then slowing down when he felt her getting too close to the edge. Looking down, he got a thrill at seeing her bent over for him as he fucked her in this position, her body still clad in the corset from her costume and her long legs still accentuated by her black heels.
Clarette started pushing back against him, and he stood still, watching his swollen cock disappear into her with her movements. He could feel the tightness in his balls building once more, and he bent over her back, his broad frame pinning her petite body against the bed. Grabbing her arms, he held them to either side of her head as he drove into her throbbing pussy.
“Tell me what you want, Clarette,” he growled in her ear, his voice low and animalistic.
“Fuck me harder and make me come, my love,” she moaned, her sweat laden body writhing under him.
Groaning, he reached a hand between her legs, gliding his fingers over her clit as she grinded against him. He rubbed her nub back and forth, sliding her bundle of nerves in between his middle and ring finger, the action making her body tense under his touch.
“God, Beckett, that feels so good,” she scrunched her eyes shut, concentrating on his rigid dick pounding into her and his hand working her pearl. She could feel her orgasm coming, her body buzzing, ready to explode.
He closed his eyes as pumped her faster with his thick shaft, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her walls pulsating around him. He sped his fingers up against her clit, urging her to come around him. Slamming his hips into hers, his dick hit her perfect spot repeatedly and she clenched around his hard cock, her scream muffled by the bunched-up sheets under her.
Her body glowed as she reached her high, and Beckett continued to fuck her through her orgasm, his own rapidly approaching. He held her down as he buried himself in her over and over, before exploding in her after one final thrust. He collapsed over her, his chest to her back, closing his eyes as he peppered kisses on the curve of her neck.
After staying in her for a few moments, he pulled out and climbed on the bed, pulling her up to his chest. She gave him a small smile, kissing his chest with a sigh of content. “That was fun.”
“It wasn’t too much?” He asked with trepidation, knowing that this was the first time they had made love in this frenzied manner.
“Not at all. I like it when you’re in control.” She trailed a finger over his heart, sitting up as she started unhooking the corset. “Though maybe you could’ve taken this thing off me before we started to, you know.”
A tinge of red dusted his cheeks, although it was barely visible in the darkened room. “Ah, yes, about that…” With a swipe of his hand, the hooks undid themselves as the garment fell away. He pulled her back down onto him, wrapping his arms around his faux vampire vixen. “You may have played to one of my fantasies, and you’re right, I do see the validity of Halloween, after all,” he admitted. “But I have been wondering about something all night.”
“Fantasies, hmm? We’re going to have to revisit that sometime. And by the way, that’s one more tick in the ‘I’m right’ column,” she smirked, moving her head to look up at him. “But what were you thinking about?”
“I loved looking at you in your costume, but what made your outfit a vampire? You didn’t have fangs and you weren’t sucking on blood or anything-”
“I seem to recall that I was definitely sucking on something earlier,” she interjected, a playful smile crossing her face.
He held her close, the reverberations from his low laughter rumbling through him. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“I do, and you love me for it.”
He couldn’t deny her as they laced their fingers together, engaging in pillow talk until they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The cabin was now dark and silent, the flames from the candles and fire long extinguished. In the midst of their activities that evening, they paid no attention to the metal candelabras twisting and falling to the ground because of his attunement, nor did they pay attention to the glow she gave off because of hers… but a pair of flashing red eyes just beyond the clearing certainly did.
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