#i fucking forgot bout that entirely- he heard that shit being spoke-

[cryptidofthekeys]

OH,, I COMPLETELY FORGOT

EDGE FUCKING RETURNED HJFVKDLSHJDSKL-

OH NO, HE REALLY DID HEAR THAT, HE FELT THE DISTURBANCE IN THE UNIVERSE FROM MILES AWAY

#Chase watches old wrestlin #i fucking forgot bout that entirely- he heard that shit being spoke- #even tho hes apparently got some beef with cena i think #but he heard someone call Daniel that and hes here to prove there can be only o n e

[clearlydiamondz]

Your Only Fan

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Erik Finds out his best friend slash crush has an only fans. Things go a little right once he finds out.

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content

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It was a Friday night, which meant that (Y/N) was getting a chance to see her best friend, Erik. Or E, which she calls him. It’s been a minute since she seen him considering she’s been caught up in her school work and he’s been caught up in whatever he had going on. 

Erik was excited when he saw that she messaged him, asking if he wanted to come over and watch a movie. Instantly he answered. 

E: Awe, lil baby miss me :( lol

(Y/N): how you my best friend and you don’t even come see me no more. i feel neglected.

E: Don’t worry, I’ma be there in an hour..

(Y/N): make it 30?

E: oh u desperate? aight, 30 min it is.

Erik grabbed his belongings, grabbing his adidas bag packing an overnight bag. After getting his phone and charger, he made his way out the door and to his car.

(Y/N) finished up cleaning herself up after doing a session on her Only Fans. After about an hour, she earned about a good 900 alone from just tips and subscriptions. This was one of the good nights. 

She made her way out of her bathroom, go to her little recording area cleaning all the toys and things before Erik got there. She didn’t want her best friend to find out about her dirty little secret. It was something that she wanted to keep buried for as long as she could.

She wasn’t ashamed of being a sex worker, she supported other girls. Spoke very strongly about it online. Even did some work with other girls and guys. She just didn’t want everything to change between her and Erik if he ever found out. 

She was in the kitchen making her famous dip when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw Erik walking in with his things in his hands. “Wassup big head?” he said walking into the apartment as she smile at him.

“Hi E, so I found this perfect movie for us to watch.” she said as he groaned. 

“It better not be no scary movie.” he said as she pouted. 

“Nevermind,..” she mumbled looking down as he laughed. “Lemme put my shit down and Ima come show you some love.” he said as she nodded. There was no question that had (Y/N) had feelings for her best friend. How could she not? He was handsome, kept up with himself, a gentlemen. The way he talked and made her blush. It was hard not to have feelings for this man.  

Erik walked into the room putting the extra clothes in the empty drawer she had for him. As he was putting the clothes inside, she heard his phone going off. He grabbed it seeing that it was one of his friends, Tyrel sending him an iMessage and picture. 

Ty: bro , u know bout this??

Erik confused, opened up the picture to see an Only Fans profile. He was about to question him about it until he saw the profile picture.

“Is that-”

PearlyPerfection

Hi, my name is (Y/N), come visit me on my page to come play with me. 

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself. It took everything in him not to pull up OnlyFans on his phone, but it was failed. Miserably. He searched her name, sitting on the bed looking at one of the thumbnails on the videos. He saw that it was a price for ten dollars a month for the basic subscription fee. After paying for it, he clicked on the video. 

“Hi daddy...’ she seductively whispered to the camera. She had on a white and black school girl outfit that barely covered her ass and pussy. Her skin was oiled, shining looking like  milk chocolate. “My pussy been so wet just thinking about you. Do you want to see?” she gushed biting her lip.

Erik couldn’t contain the weapon that swing between his legs. Just by the second it was getting harder looking at her. She sat back against the pillows opening her legs to show her wetness. 

Okay.. now I understand why she’s called Pearly Perfection...

If it wasn’t perfect, it was close to. The wetness spread across her outer lips, making her skin gloss. She spread her lips with her fingers, the yellow acrylic really contemplating her skin complexion, letting the wetness get on her fingers as she moved it up and downward to the entrance. 

“Ooh that feels good..” she moaned quietly to herself. She dipped a finger inside, slowly fucking herself with it.  She lifted her leg, slapping her vulva before leaning forward grabbing something behind the camera. She came back into frame with a clear dildo. She grabbed it, looking into the camera before licking the tip of it. She placed her mouth on it before deep throating it, basically shallowing the entire thing.

“Damn-”

“Erik!” he heard from the kitchen. “Everything good?” 

“Uh yeah, I’m coming!” he exclaimed standing up. He exited the tab before placing his phone in his hoodies pocket. He stood up adjusting his issue, before walking out to the kitchen to see her pouring dip chips into the bowl. 

“You good? Look like you seen some shit?” she said chuckling as he shook his head. 

“If only you knew.” he whispered but she heard him. 

“Did you say something?”

“Nah..” he walked into the living room grabbing the remote as she looked at him a bit confused. Damn, I can’t even get a hug.. 

She grabbed the dip and chips walking to the living room, placing it on the coffee table. She walked back grabbing herself a wine cooler and Erik a beer. She walked back walking past him plopping down on the sofa. 

“I hope you found a good movie since you want to watch a damn scary movie.” she joked, all Erik did was just chuckle before going through the list. She looked at Erik waiting for a smart comeback but nothing.  

“Erik... are you okay?” she asked him touching his cheek as he looked at her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’re acting strange. If something happened than you can talk to me.” she reassured him as he smiled. Erik turned back to the screen before picking a random action film.

About an hour into the movie, (Y/N) leaned forward grabbing some dip and chips, her shirt was risen up a bit showing her red laced underwear and her back side. It was usual that (Y/N) dressed like that around him, they were comfortable with it. But for known reasons, it had Erik squirming in his seat. She looked back to see why he was moving so much. 

“Erik.. are you sure you’re okay?” she asked him as he nodded. She leaned back and he moved to the opposite side of her. “That’s it.” she grabbed the remote pausing the movie. 

“The hell is wrong with you?” she asked him standing up as he looked up at her. 

“What do you mean? I’m not-”

“Yes you are. You acting like you can’t touch me. You haven’t even eaten my dip and you eat my shit up as soon as it hits the table. I know when there is something wrong with you and there is something bothering you.” she said to him as he sighed scratching the back of his neck. 

“Okay, I’m going to be honest with you but be honest with me.” he said as she nodded. “Do you have an only fans?” The question rightfully was a curve ball but she would never like to Erik. Plus, if he was asking about it most likely he already knew the answer.

“Yes..” she trailed off. “How did you find out?” she asked him. Her heart was beating fast, so loud she could hear it in her own ears. 

“Ty sent me a picture of the profile.” he said as she rolled her eyes. 

“Wow, creepy ass nigga.” she said smacking her teeth. 

“No offense but there are a bunch of creepy ass niggas on Only Fans.” he said sitting up as she sighed. “Why you never told me about this?”

“Look how you’re acting. You can’t even touch me. I don’t want it to change things between us. That’s the last thing that I want to happen. A-And your acting different.” she pouted as he sighed. “Like if you ashamed that you are friends with me just up and say that. Trust me, it’s feels way more better than being- than being treated like I’m dirty or something.” Erik saw her eyes watering, and his entire mood changed. For a split second he forgot he was friends with a water bag.

“Wait, (Y/N) it’s not like that.” he stood up cupping her cheeks in his hands looking at her. “I don’t care what you do , you will always my best friend. I won’t ever look at you differently.” he said to her as she started to sniffle. 

“So why are you acting like this?”

Erik mentally cursed at himself. Now he really is going to have to admit that he watched a video and felt some type of way about it. It was all happening the wrong way. “Before I admit it to you, there is something else I should admit first" he said as she nodded. She sat down as he sat down beside her. 

“First of all, I’m admitting this to you because I’ve let this shit drag on for way to long and I need to just to say it. (Y/N), I’ve always had a thing for you. I’ve always wanted you to be mine. Like in a way where we are more than just bestfriends.” he said as she took it all in. 

"Erik I-"

“Wait, I’m not done yet. Out of curiosity, I went to your profile and I saw one of you’re videos. Ima keep it real, shit was sexy as hell. To the point where I wanna fuck the shit outta you.” he admitted. If there was one thing that she loved about him was how honest he was. 

“Okay, I just want to start off by saying that I have feelings for you too. And I want to be more than just best friends...” she trailed off as he smiled at her. “And another thing, if you have an Only Fans, doesn’t that make you one of those creepy ass niggas that-” her sentence was cut off by him pinching her thigh. “Ow.. that hurt.” she pouted as he smirked at her. There was something in his eyes that she never seen before. She stood up before straddling his lap as his hands gripped her waist. 

“Oh you bold.” he said as she nodded. 

“So tell me, what did you think about my videos?” she whispered in his ear. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt her lips kissing along his neck. 

“They were something.. I- ooh.” he moaned out as she started to whine directly on his dick. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head showing his bare chest. She traced her hands up his chest before throwing across his shoulders. 

Erik leaned in, brushing his lips passed hers smirking. With a brief movement her lips connected with his, him immediately dominating hers. He kinda tasted the cherry lip balm that was on her lips, that made her lips smooth and soft. Their tongues traced along each others in a way, like Erik was giving up his dominance. 

She bit her lip, standing up from his lap as she smirked at him. “What you doin/” he asked her. When she didn’t give him an answer, she got on her knees. “(Y/N).’ he said in a warning tone. 

“What’s wrong daddy?” she asked him. The way she said that you would think it was sinful. “I always thought about you fucking my throat, Erik.” she said as she smiled. She pulled the waist band down from his Nike Sweat pants, noticing he was free balling. “Oh you are big...” she said grabbing the base of it. She squeezed it making him jolt his hips forward. 

She kissed the tip, licking along it tasting his pre-cum. She knew Erik always kept up with himself. Drinking water and eating fruit. If he tasted like this now, she wanted to taste him when he bust in her mouth. 

She wrapped her lips around his erection, before going downward, letting her throat relax around him. “Nasty ass bitch..” he grunted thrusting his hips upward. Seeing him like this had her dripping down her thighs. 

She was messy, he liked that. Spit dropped down her chin along pre-cum.

“This is how you do it, huh? Freaky ass...” he said throwing his head back. She smiled at him. She hallowed her cheeks inward to make it tighter as he grunted. He grabbed her lifting him as she pouted. 

“Fuck wrong with you?” he asked her.

“I wanted you to cum in my mouth..” she said as he chuckled. He leaned forward kissing her, there tongues sliding against each other. She was just like him she liked having that shit messy. 

“Let me ride it, daddy..” she whispered to him, stroking his dick as he stood up. They quickly took off all their clothes as she pushed him back on the sofa. She hovered over it and before she could sit on it, he stopped her.

“You still on the pill, right?” he asked her as she nodded. 

“Yeah I am..” she said making him smirk. 

“Thank God, I don’t plan on pulling out.” he said as she bit her lip. She sink herself on it as the both of them whispered out a quiet ‘fuck’. By far, Erik was one of the biggest nigga’s she been with. She had dildos his size probably a little bigger, but it was different because he was fucking her back. 

“Tight ass pussy, this shit wet for me huh?’ he grunted in her ear as she gasped. All she could do was moan. “Answer me..” he started to thrust his hips upward s she moaned out. 

“Fuck, yes daddy.” she gasped out as he smirked, He was hitting a spot that she ain’t even believe was possible to reach. He rotated his hips in a way that made him hit ever inch of her wall. 

“You’re so fucking deep, I feel it in my stomach.” she gasped as he smirked. 

“Yeah take all this big dick. Take it like a big girl. Making a mess all over my shit, I should have you’re nasty ass get down on your knee’s and clean it up.” he taunted her as she fucked him back. She gained her confidence back. 

She purposely made herself tight as he halted his movements. He leaned back grabbing her waist as she smiled. “Does it feel good, daddy?” she asked him as he grunted squeezing his eyes shut. 

“You tryna make me bust this quick? Huh? Get up. I got something for you’re ass.” he said. She lifted herself off as he stood up. He picked her up, walking to her bedroom. He threw her on the bed getting in between her legs. She prepped herself up to see what he was doing as he kissed her up along her thighs. 

He licked along her folds as she let out a huge sigh. He moved his tongue in slow circular motion applying pressure. “Oh shit, just like that.” she gasped. He moved his tongue downward to her entrance. She started to grind herself against his mouth, basically using him. 

“That’s it, use my fucking mouth bitch.” he grunted. His tongue was demonic. She wasn’t expecting to come so close but damn was she getting a run for her money.

“FUCK! ERIK! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM...” 

“Who’s stopping you?” he said to her. Within a couple of seconds, she came all over his tongue in lips with a piercing scream. 

“Ass up face down. I’m beating that shit up until I’m done.” he grunted out at her. She turned on her stomach before lifting her ass in the air, creating the perfect arch.

Coming from behind, he entered her nice and slow as he winced. “Shit don’t make no sense. Why you giving me this good pussy, huh?” he said fucking her and she moaned. “I ain’t tell you again, answer me.”

“Because your dick feel so good in my pussy daddy..” she moaned out, gripping the sheets. She started fucking him back at the same pace. “Cum inside me please... I want it so bad.” she moaned as he smiled. 

“Yeah, beg for my shit. Nasty Ass,” he grunted slapping her ass making her scream.. “Pussy making a straight up mess on my dick... shit fucking creaming.” he said looking at his dick. He paused her movement as she gasped at the sudden halt. 

Erik was in a complete shock about what was happening. He was finally digging in her guts and he was about to bust all in her. He pulled out flipping her on her back as he settled in between her lips. 

“Baby...” she moaned out as he smiled. Genuinely smiled. 

“Talk to me..” he whispered kissing her shoulders as she shuttered.

“I’m so close.. please baby.” she whispered back looking into his eyes. The energy in the room instantly shifted. They weren’t fucking any more, they were making love.

He inserted himself inside of her as she let out at a satisfied sigh. He gave her slow strokes as he put his hands behind her to hold himself up. The strokes were slow and deep. 

(Y/N) thought that the only sex she could enjoy was rough and hard, but she was just proven wrong about everything. She was loved this feeling. She didn’t know if it was because it was with Erik, but she needed more of this. 

Erik was in his own world. His main focus was to make her cum. And he was  close to itg just by the feeling. She was gripping him to the point where it was hard for him to move. 

“Loosen up ma, shit tight as hell.” he said chuckling as she moaned. 

“I’m sorry I’m so close..” she said as he nodded. He was close too, and most likely was going to cum before her. 

Within a couple of seconds later he came deep. She felt his heavy load paint her walls, that triggered her own orgasm. She clawed at his back, definitely drawing a bit of blood. He collapsed right beside her as they both looked at each other. 

“You do know that means that you are mine, right?” he said to her as she chuckled looking up at the ceiling. “I’m serious. I’m the only one that need to be getting all in that, you understand me?” he said as she nodded. 

“Loud and clear..” she whispered before tucking herself under the covers. 

“Quick question... why did you start doing it?” he asked as she sighed. 

“Like two years ago, money got real tight. I started doing it, honestly I thought that it was just gonna be something for me to extra money on but than I blew up, and I started to get a lot of money from it. Now, I make enough money on it to pay all my bills, plus more. Including my job down at the restaurant.” she admitted to him. 

“Hm, well I understand..” he said. Their was a sudden silence until he spoke up again. 

“You could join me on my Only Fans. My fans would love seeing you fuck me.” she joked as he raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Shit, I don’t mind.” 

“Wait you serious.” 

“Dead ass.”

The next morning, Erik woke up in the bed, where it was empty. The smell of her cooking made him get out of the bed. After brushing his teeth and what not, he made his way into the kitchen to see she was making homemade pancakes. 

The only thing she had on was one of Erik’s T-Shirts that he left over her the last time he was here, with some a pair of boy shorts. “Good morning.” he said walking behind her wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her neck as she smiled. 

“Good morning to you too.” she placed the batter on the counter, turning around to look at him. 

“Mm, you smell good.” he said. “I’m so glad that I can finally call you mine.” he replied as she smiled at him. Here she was thinking that it was just something said in the moment, but she was glad the feelings were genuinely real.

“I am too..”

#killmonger x reader #killmonger smut #erik stevens #smut #black panther #erik stevens smut #erik stevens x reader #erik stevens imagine

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

in too deep (part 4) - jules 

jules x reader

warnings: for the first time in this story, probably nothing really major!! very vague description of piercing removal?? (this is me trying not to spoil the movie for anyone even though this is the fourth part lol)

notes: this might be a little short, but if you look at the footnotes of the last part, i explained why

also should i say like what’s coming next before every piece like up here in this section or does nobody care bc i would totally do that SO next week is either going to be henry fluff, roman fluff, or roman smut 😳 if i finish them all before next week, you guys can let me know which one you want if you wanna do that

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  “i’ve told you a hundred times, the business model is flawless,” you repeated. “every day we roll outta bed, hit the shore, and scoop up a day’s worth of merchandise. you know, nice shiny shells, maybe some skipping rocks; and then we spend the afternoon sellin’ ‘em. it’s pure profit, julie.”

  “yeah, babe, that’s a good idea n’ all, but what happens when we get too big? we’re gonna have to hire a shell finder, and then it won’t be pure profit anymore. that could bleed us dry.” jules countered. 

  “shit, that’s a good point. what if instead of paying him, we give him a chunk of the company? like equity, right?” you suggested. 

  “oh yeah, true.” she murmured. “well we have the business model and all, but what are we gonna call it?” 

you were trying to keep your calm, even in this terrible situation. you found that talking about the future, even though said future was entirely dependent on the fact that the two of you made it out of here alive, helped to quell your anxiety. or maybe it was just the fact that jules had an incredibly calming effect on you. 

  “hmmm, that’s a good one. i feel like that’s all you. i think you’re a little more creative than i am. i’m just the numbers girl.” you responded. the tinny, tapping noise of her tongue stud as she was deep in thought irked you. “babe, could you stop that? i keep tellin’ you, you’re gonna ruin your enam- oh fuck, wait!”

  “what?” she asked confusedly. “your tongue ring! th-the stud!” you exclaimed. “what about it?”

  “the locks- i can pick the locks with it!” you tried to maintain a low volume; after all, this plan didn’t need to be spoiled only moments after it’s conception. 

  “baby, it’s in my tongue,” jules reminded you. “how are you gonna get it out?” you winced as you realized the lengths your girlfriend would have to go to to get the two of you out of here. 

  “maybe if you do that thing that i hate - the one with your teeth - and just kinda pull on it, maybe it’ll just sorta, pop out?” you proposed. you heard a hefty sigh from behind you, hopefully signaling an attempt to escape. 

  “fine, i’ll try it.” you listened silently as she grunted behind you, pulling with all the force her tongue could muster. “sorry, babe, my tongue isn’t strong enough.”

  “no, your tongue is so strong! it’s a great, strong tongue! could you try again?” you begged, but to no avail, jules knew she couldn’t pull it out. “what if you - um - just, like, kinda turn towards me - yeah, yeah, like that, and i just sorta - clamp down on it with my teeth and, y’know, remove it.”

jules spun back around at lightspeed, slamming her mouth shut as she internally cringed at your suggestion. “that’s gonna fucking kill!”

  “i know, baby, i know it’s gonna hurt! believe me, i wish i had the piercing in my tongue, but i don’t.” you hung your head down in desperation. “julie, please, this is our only chance outta here.” 

  “you owe me,” she grumbled in acceptance. you heard the sound of fabric shuffling against the frigid concrete and you turned to meet her halfway. 

  “i owe you.” you whispered to her, placing a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. “you ready?” she nodded, holding her tongue out and closing her eyes as she braced herself for what was sure to be very painful. 

  “okay, one, two,” on three, you yanked your head back, successfully pulling the stud out. she clamped her mouth shut rapidly, trying to contain her scream. before you could praise her, the basement door swung open and in came george holding some sort of food. 

you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you thought. you kept your mouth sealed, hiding the ring beneath your tongue and hoping that jules would do the same. george approached the two of you, humiliatingly waving a ladle full of the dish in front of your face. 

  “come on, eat up. we don’t want you starvin’ down here now.” george smirked, his expression turning into scowl when you refused the food. “no? well, how ‘bout you?” he shoved the spoon towards jules, but he received the same response. 

  “fine. you’re gonna have to eat at some point, and i don’t particularly give a damn whether it’s my wife’s food or your own goddamn fingers.” he grumbled before heading back upstairs. as soon as the door closed, you heard jules spit the contents of her mouth onto the ground, panting as she took in breaths. “fuck.”

  “shit, that was a close one,” you dropped the ring from your teeth into your open palm. “you good, babe?”

  “yeah,” she groaned at the nasty taste in her mouth. “i just swallowed a bunch of blood. tasted like metal.” 

  “don’t worry, i got it from here.” you prodded at the keyhole with the stud, jabbing at it from every direction you could muster. you sighed as you couldn’t seem to get a good angle on your own cuffs. “fuck.”

  “what is it?” jules asked. “y/n, don’t tell me we just ripped a hole in my tongue for no reason.”

  “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no way! here just - let me try and get at yours. could you like, sorta, present them to me?” she shuffled into the perfect place just within your reach. “yes, baby! that’s great!”

  “alright you motherfucker. come on, you little piece of shit, fuckin’ dickbag,” you cursed to yourself as you jammed the stud every which way. “you little piece of fucking shit... oh, i fucking got it!” you exclaimed. 

  “oh yes, baby!” jules shimmied out of the cuffs, turning around to press little kisses all over your neck and cheeks. “i love you so much!”

as much as you loved her affection, you loved the idea of escaping this hellhole even more. “alright, alright,” you panted through a smile. “no time to waste. get mine.”

  “okay, what do i do?” she questioned as she took the stud out of your fingers. “you just kind of stick ‘em in there, and then you kinda move it around until you find a catch point.” you answered. 

  “relax and feel it,” you directed, feeling her nimble fingers working the pin into the lock. “yeah, that’s right, just feel it. come on!”

suddenly, you heard a small snap, emanating from the cuffs. “oops,” jules mumbled under her breath. you forgot how to breathe for a moment. “oops?” you wondered out loud. “it, um, it broke.” she spoke so quietly she was nearly whispering. 

  “ohyougottabefuckingkiddingme,” you breathed out, trying to will the lump in your throat and the tears behind your eyes to go away as to not make your girlfriend feel bad. “whe- where’d it break?” you asked, expecting the worst possible answer. 

  “it - uh, it probably broke inside and now it’s just kind of in there!” she panicked. “oh baby. baby, i’m so sorry. i fucked it all up!” her head hit the pole with a soft thud. 

  “no, no, no, no, no, no, no! it’s okay, it’s okay!” you tried to deescalate the situation as fast as you could; the last thing you needed on top of being chained to a post was your girlfriend to have a breakdown. “hey, hey, come over here! c’mere, c’mere!” she crawled in front of you, wringing her head in her hands as she apologized profusely. “hey, it’s okay. you did your best. look, my leg is fucked, i can hardly walk anyways. it doesn’t matter. you got this, okay?”

despite your reassurance, jules still seemed a little shaky. “i- i don’t even know what to do, though. w-what do i do?” she looked over to sweetiepie who was waving her hand at them. “what is it?” she pointed in the opposite direction, directing jules’ gaze to an escape. “holy shit, it’s a laundry chute!” 

a spark set off inside you; maybe getting out of here was possible after all. “can you get up there?” she nodded confidently as if to say ‘of course i can’. she pulled you into a fierce kiss, catching you by surprise. “i love you,”

  “i love you too,” she grinned, making her way over to the chute and hoisting herself up inside, disappearing from your view.

you turned to sweetiepie, a desperate look on your face. “she better make it outta here.”

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oops i may have accidentally went back and watched the movie a fifth time just to refresh myself on some of the dialogue but it was an accident i assure you

tags: @emmyrosee​ @flowers-in-your-hayr​ @willyourecognisemee​ @bill-skarsgard-owns-my-ass​

#jules #jules x reader #jules imagine #jules oneshot #jules fanfiction #jules fanfic #jules fic #jules villains #villains #villains 2019 #maika monroe #maika monroe character #my writing

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝weight doesn’t define a person.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto ]

「Scenario of Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki with Chubby S/O who acts confident, thoughtful and kind to their friends but is actually bothered when someone makes fun of her weight.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

“They’re pretty much trash! What kind of dumb ass wouldn’t like you? Come on, you’re pretty, smart and nice! That guy is missing out!” 

Midoriya had spotted you walking down the hallway with two of your friends, engaged in a rather serious conversation. He was in the middle of running an errand for Aizawa when he saw you. Being in the Support Course meant you both have different classes but with the same break time, you would have lunch together with him. But you always split your schedule, making sure that you have time for your friends too. The thought of you made him sigh dreamily. You were a considerate person, always thinking about others and looking after them. That personality of yours was what drew him to you in the first place.

He stepped into the teacher’s office to hand his homeroom teacher the papers before excusing himself again. When he closed the door, he could still see you talking with your friends. It was faint but he could tell that you were consoling them for something. Your friend was in tears while you patted her on the back, offering her some tissues as you spoke kindly to her. The other guiding the two of you to the Mess Hall to have lunch together.

“Now, now, let’s go before [Favorite Dish] sells out. I’m a little hungry after skipping breakfast so I’m gonna have some [Favorite Simple Dessert] along with it.” you said, lining up behind a few people. As soon as you said that, a few familiar faces passed by and scoffed at your words.

“Heh, even skipping breakfast won’t make you lose weight if you eat a lot for lunch. Are you always hungry 24/7?” one of them spoke cockily.

“Oh, congratulations on achieving your degree in Master of the Obvious. Do you want me to process the paperwork?” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at the male who instantly stayed quiet, walking away from you.

“I swear.....they’re always so immature. [First Name]-chan, you don’t have to listen to them!” it was your friend to pat you on the back.

“It’s stupid anyway, we need to eat to live anyway. There’s nothing wrong with eating.” you grumbled before pulling out your wallet to pay for your meal.

The viridian haired male found himself smiling, you always held your head up high, dismissing other people’s comments about you. Midoriya had always admired you from a distance and now that you were both in a relationship, he didn’t stop doing so. He was aware that there were people who made fun of your weight but you would usually brush it off, replying with a snarky remark that would shut them up in an instant. 

“Midoriya-san, you’re here for [First Name]-chan right? She just finished her shower but she haven’t had dinner yet even. She texted and told me that she’ll have it later but its been an hour since.” your friend told the 1-A student. Midoriya thanked them before heading up to your room. A few knocks to the door and he let himself in. You were used to him coming into your room before curfew. 

He was surprised to see you sitting on the bed, sniffling softly with your back facing the door. Your laptop was on, sitting atop your bed while you cried. Midoriya had never seen you cry before, other than tears of joy. But judging from the dimly lit room and the way you curled yourself up in your blankets, hands holding onto your phone. Midoriya had dropped the box of cookies before padding over to your bed, eyes filled with concern.

“[F-First Name]! Are you okay?” he sat on your bed, hands hovering near your body, unsure if you would be comfortable to be touched at this moment. He didn’t say anything after that, hesitantly rubbing your back until your sobs died down.

“Izuku.....Am I really that fat? There’s a lot of people out there who are far more skinny and beautiful. I mean, I understand if you decide to break up with him after realizing how fat I am.....” you muttered, putting down your phone to rub your eyes.

Midoriya was wrong to assume that comments and teases direct that you didn’t faze you at all. You might always put on a face in front of others and act like it means nothing but it couldn’t change the fact that those words will stick around and linger for a while. 

“Appearance doesn’t matter to me. You’re a great person, [First Name]-chan. Maybe you think that you’re fat or whatever but you should know that appearance alone doesn’t make who you are. I will still love you no matter how you look like.” he held you in his arms, patting your head gently, whispering into your ear as he tightened his arm around your waist.

“Really?” you asked in a hopeful tone.

“Of course.”

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

“What did you get today, [First Name]-chan? You’re always so adventurous when it comes to food.” one of them said, eyeing your tray. As your friend begin to drool at the sight of your well prepared meal, you separated the chopsticks and offered them some of your food. You had underestimated the portion so you saw no harm in sharing some with your friends. As you were about to dig in, a familiar group passed by you.

You recognized them easily. In your class, most people had grouped themselves up and refused to mingle with the rest. While you were lucky enough to have two loyal friends by your side. This certain group of people were always making rude comments about your weight, you weren’t used to it but you didn’t want to give them the satisfactory of getting into your head.

“Look who it is. A pig eating more than she should have like usual? What is that? A set meal consisting of rice, beef, saba teriyaki, miso soup and pudding?”

“Hey, if you keep on hanging out with her, you’re gonna end up just like her.” one of them laughed out obnoxiously. 

"Oh? Is this what you do now? Point out something so obvious that doesn’t really need to be said out loud when you have eyes to see? Get a proper job.” you said, sipping on your green tea. The group left you and your friends alone afterwards and you were able to eat in peace.

“What, those idiots messing with you again?” Bakugou asked, stopping right behind you, holding canned tea over your head. With a small smile, you took the can from his hands. The ash blonde glanced at the group who left the cafeteria after exchanging words with you earlier.

“It’s nothing [First Name] couldn’t handle though!”

“Bakugou-san. Are you alone today?” your friend questioned. The two of them had managed to befriend the explosive ash blonde but they told you that it was mostly because of you. Bakugou probably wanted to leave a good impression on the people who you’re always with. Bakugou soon excused himself when he heard Kirishima call out to him, an annoyed expression crossing his features as he left you and your friends.

On the way back to your apartment, you had stopped by to buy some ingredients to make dinner. After making your payment, you left the supermarket and looked through your bag to think about what you’re going to make for dinner. There were more than enough ingredients for tonight’s dinner, actually enough for an entire week. You put your hand in and began to feel a What you didn’t expect was to have a run in with the same group who messed with you earlier.

“Oh? Look who it is? Fatty is here buying a huge amount of unnecessary things.”

"Leave fat people alone, they already have enough on their plate.” you muttered before readjusting the plastic on your hands, walking away from them and pretending that they weren’t there in the first place.

“Hmph, that boyfriend of yours is probably dating you out of pity!” those words made to stop for a while. You heard their footsteps slowly fading away and you decided that it was time for you to move as well.

Once you reached home, you forgot about cooking dinner and went into your room. The ingredients you bought were left on the table and the place was dark with the lights were left unlit. You even forgotten the fact that Bakugou was coming over and closed yourself in your room. When Bakugou finally reached your house, he was surprised to learn that you weren’t in the kitchen cooking something. He found you inside your room. The sight of you on the bed and trembling made him worried.

He turned your body and pulled your hands away from your face. His body tensed up at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks. You looked away again, rubbing your eyes.

“It’s nothing, Katsuki. Just crying over something sad.” you tried assured him. Bakugou glanced at the articles you had opened up. There were a few tabs and he could see the website title. Easiest way to lose weight, One week diet suggestions, Lose weight by doing these exercises. All of them were related to losing weight.

“Hey.....what’s the meaning of this, [First Name]?” Bakugou questioned, turning his attention away from your laptop.

“I’m not slim or pretty and my stomach is plump and has more fat. There are so many girls that are much skinnier than me too.” 

Bakugou felt disgusted at himself. He was stupid to even believe that those people who made fun of you for being fat didn’t faze you at all. But seeing you reduced to tears and worried about your relationship with him.

“I don’t care bout all that shit. You can stuff your face with whatever damn food you want but that shit isn’t gonna change my feelings for you. I’m not some damn guy who judges people by appearance.” Bakugou knew he was bad with words but he did what he could. He wrapped you in a tight hug, leaving no space between the two of you, chest pressed up against one another’s.

“Fat? It’s just a damn word some idiot created in the past century or whatever. You’re fucking perfect. Don’t worry about a damn thing, you idiot.”

He might be bad with words but he’s the type who would say things like this when necessary.

TODOROKI SHOUTO 

“.....eating again before training, huh?” a voice stopped you and your friends. You rose a brow, finishing off your bread before you made eye contact with them. You couldn’t really recognize them that well, so you assumed that they were from another class. But there was one of them you were familiar with.

“You’re right. She stuffs her face before a training session. What a glutton. Heeey~If you wanna lose weight then drop the bread!”

“Hey, you guys. If you keep on hanging around her, you might catch what she has. An incurable disease that prevents you from slimming down. Or are you guys just stupid or something? Hanging out with a fatty like that, maybe your brain cells are dead. ” the girl who often insulted you was from your neighboring class and she was talking to the two girls who befriended you despite your difference. They remained silent, too timid to speak up. You sighed.

“Blah, blah, blah. You guys sure are noisy. Are you guys seriously making fun of someone when you’re supposed to be doing something?” you walked past them, your friends following you.

“You really saved us there, [First Name]!”

“I don’t really care if they talk about me but they don’t have to say those kind of things to you guys when you did nothing wrong.” you said, stopping in front of the doors of the changing room.

“Oh.....[First Name].”

“Shouto-kun? What are you doing here?”

“I had Hero Lessons and we finished a little bit later so.....” he motioned towards his friends who were waiting for him and talking about how they’ll be late for their next lessons. You smiled and gave him a wave before joining your classmates.

He had been there when a group of girls talked about your weight. Todoroki had always seen you protect your friends when they were being made fun of. You were the type of person who was confident and spoke calmly despite being ridiculed or being made fun of. He was a little worried when he heard that there were people who were picking on you for being fat. But after seeing you so confident when speaking and shutting up the group of girls, he was a little relieved.

That night, he decided to drop by your place for it is Friday. He made sure he had your favorite snack inside his bag when he left school. Even if he forgot it, he could just head to the nearest Family Mart or 7-11 to buy it. Once he reached your apartment, he rang the doorbell and waited outside. After what it felt like minutes, he pulled out the keys you had entrusted him with. He excused himself in, taking off his shoes as he looked around. The place was unbelievably dark and it was hard for him to make out the furniture.

But when he finally reached your room, he decided that the darkness didn’t matter. He gave a few knocks before twisting open the door. He could hear you sniffling and noted that your laptop was on.

“[First Name]? Were you watching something that made your upset?” he asked, slowly stepping closer until the screen of your laptop came into view. He found himself reading out loud whatever was the screen.

“How to lose weight safely and naturally?” Todoroki stared at you as you continued to sob away on your bed. He didn’t know what to say. The fact that you were even searching about this proved how bothered you were with your weight. And Todoroki failed to notice that confident persona was merely a mask to assure everyone that it didn’t bother you at all.

“Shouto.....don’t you want a skinnier girl?” you suddenly muttered after your sobs died down. 

“You’re handsome, charismatic, kind, sweet and talented. Why did you even bother with someone like me? I’m fatter than most girls, sometimes I’m rude―” Todoroki didn’t let you finish, pulling you closer to him and planting his lips on yours.

“Even if you gain more weight or lose weight, I’ll keep on loving you. I don’t care how you look. But there’s one look I can’t stand.....” Todoroki wiped your tears away for you and cupped your cheek lovingly.

“And that is the look of you crying in front of me. I might be handsome, kind and talented like you said. But at the same time, I’m clueless, selfish, greedy and aloof. We both have imperfections but that won’t stop me from loving you.”

Total: 2495 words Published: 31.03.2019

Thank you for requesting! (ㅅ•᎑•) It’s like 1 AM here??? We sort of rushed this because it had been sitting in our inbox for a damn long time. This scenario was a little too relatable for someone like me who’s a little bit chubbier than most girls. I’ve gotten immune with people making fun of me because I always kind of tell myself that I’m fat and chubby;; Anyway, to those who’re chubby out there! Please don’t think that you’re inadequate! You’re pretty and amazing! A happy stomach is a happy life! ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting! I drank 3 cups of coffee for this, hope you enjoyed it anon. Anyway, I want to tell those who gave us replies through our posts, thank you. This is a secondary blog connected to Lou’s main account, so we;re unable to reply as this blog. ― author Natsuki

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[redwine-house]

Golden Years Ch.1 (Negan x Reader)

Charlie Hustle

(Ao3) (Wattdpad)

(Masterlist)

Words: 1,616

Summary: As you comfort a dying man through his transformation, he speaks of a survivalist colony unlike any other. Intrigued by the promises of modern amenities and unaware of their politics, you leave in search of the Sanctuary.You hear their leader before you see him.Negan is unpredictable, violent, and impressed by your cajones. After learning about the peculiar way you make ends meet, he proposes a business deal that you can’t pass up. But from a little spark bursts a flame, and your relationship escalates into a passionate wildfire. However, you’ve been keeping your past secret, unaware of just how relevant it is. Wildfires are merciless, but old flames can burn just as hot.

Heaps of rotten flesh clung to Negan’s shoulders as he leisurely strolled through the Savior’s home base. The smell was putrid and made his eyes burn. His pristine leather jacket was shot to shit from the coagulated blood and guts - however, the state of his clothing was the least of the man’s problem. His entire compound was currently surrounded by a hoard of moaning, flesh eating, pain-in-the-ass Night of the Living Dead assholes. They were already out of electricity and would surely run out of food and water before the end of the week, but he couldn’t wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

Chaos. Negan was at the end of the hallway and he could already hear the sound of the Savior’s social structure collapsing – and all because he had gone missing for a few hours. They were his flock and he was their Shepard. Negan chuckled.

No.

He was their god.

At the sound of a gunshot, he let out a lazy whistle. He was met with silence. God, he almost gave himself goose bumps.

Rounding the corner, he gazed upon his kneeling subjects. The room had gone deathly quiet as Negan shot the crowd a crooked grin. He threw Lucille over his shoulder.

“And just where is my sweet girl?” he demanded loudly. The group exchanged nervous glances and shuffled anxiously on the floor. Negan raised a bemused eyebrow at their response. “I think,” he began slowly, “I asked you a question.” Although his tone was pleasant, his words were laced with an unsaid threat.

Simon lifted his head. Adverting his gaze, he confessed. “She left. With Rick.”

Negan licked his lips. “Did that self-righteous, podunk cop take her by force?” Just the thought of the limp dick cop putting his hands on you made his grip on Lucille tighten.

Simon’s usual show boating, smartass air was nowhere to be seen as he admitted the dismal truth. He looked like a dog who had been caught pissing on the carpet. With a wince, he answered, “No. She decided on her own.”

Negan wasn’t sure whose head he bashed in, but he knew the next skull he’d pulverize would be Rick Grimes’.

Your boots squelched as they sunk down into the mud. A hiss escaped your lips as a flood of freezing muck drenched your sock. You flipped the hood of your jacket over your head and looked at the sky. You could just see the rolling storm clouds through the forest’s leafy canopy.

“Will it ever stop raining?” you asked yourself.

You weren’t quite sure how long you had been doing this – surviving. The world seemed to have gone up in flames in a matter of seconds. They thought they could contain it. It was the folly of man – believing that they were evolved enough to have control over everything.  You chuckled humorlessly. You had never felt so helpless in your life.

As the years ticked by, people had started to accept their new reality. Almost the entire population lost all semblance of humanity and had become vicious, man-eating monstrosities that lumbered and wheezed right out of a B horror film. Every day was a fight to survive. You no longer lived. Understandably, it took a long time for most to get used to their loved ones being decaying cannibals, but it happened eventually.

You were different. In an instance of obscene stubbornness, you decided to deny what was around you. Logically you knew your reality – you weren’t an idiot, but you would put a bullet through your head if you lost hope in a cure. So you danced in willful ignorance, pretending that someone somewhere was getting something done. As long as you kept telling yourself that, you could wake up in the morning.

Your father had been a very wise man, now a dead man, but a wise man nonetheless. He had offered you a bit of wisdom that you never forgot, and it was what kept you alive today.

“There are two sure fire ways that will keep you off the streets,” your dad said as he turned the page of his newspaper. “Either open a grocery or liquor store. People always have to eat, and people always need a good, stiff drink.”

17 year old you eyed your dad over your glass of orange juice. “I don’t think anyone technically needs a drink, dad.”

Your dad shook his head. “What I mean is, people drink when they’re happy, and people drink when they’re depressed.” He shrugged. “You’ll never run out of customers if you’re in the right place.”

“Better not be near a Wal Mart,” you chided before scooping up a spoonful of Captain Crunch.

After everyone was wiped out, you took your dad’s words to heart. Many would be shocked to hear how many would be willing to trade their food for alcohol, but people were willing to do anything for just a few hours - hell, even a few minutes, of numbness. It offered them an escape from the wretched reality that was now planet Earth. You traded all of the alcohol you could find for supplies and you had yet to go hungry.

Like your father said, people wanted liquor when they were depressed.

Your hiker’s backpack was packed with an array of booze, from light beer to low quality moonshine you were forced to make when you weren’t able to find a good place to raid. For quick access you had several bottles secured in a tool belt fastened around your waist, but the fabric had worn, and a bottle slipped.

It shattered, its shards glistening with raindrops. You winced as the crash reverberated off of the trees.

Panic shot through you like wildfire. A lump caught in your throat and goose bumps blanketed your skin. It was when you heard the first guttural groan that a shiver went up your spine.

Its stench was putrid. As the woman –thing, lurched forward, a hunk of skin slid down its calf, exposing a nest of writhing maggots. You ignored its filthy pink tea dress and matted blonde hair and reached for your gun. Without hesitation, you shot it between the eyes. The corpse collapsed and hit the ground. Although it lay motionless, your heart continued to flutter.

You would never get used to this.

“You’re a good shot.”

You whipped around, your gun held firmly in your hand, only to slowly lower it.

A man sat, slumped against the base of a tree. You must have been so high on adrenalin that you missed him. His skin was ashen grey and he had yellow-purple circles under his eyes. His hair was the color of straw and he wore a faded red flannel and a white t-shirt. Thick ropes were stretched across his chest and stomach, binding him to the trunk.

Without thought, you started forward.

“No!” the man croaked, stopping you in your tracks. “I was…” the man had to stop and catch his breath. “I was bit…had my friend tie me up. Too scared to be shot. Didn’t want to go walking around and-and bite people…” his head dropped to his chest and he let out a long sigh. “I made him leave. Just didn’t want him to see me turn into a…” his voice faded. When he remained quiet, you tiptoed over to him. Lolling his head back, you watched as his eyelids fluttered open.

“Do you want a stiff one before you go?” You pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and the tiniest of smiles graced the man’s lips.

“If someone were to ask me what was the best way to turn into a monster, this would be it.”

You returned the smile and sat down. Your shoulder brushed against his as you opened the bottle.

“Don’t you want to…move a little further?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. Tell me when to stop.” You held the bottle to his lips and let him take a sip.

The stranger hissed and gave a violent shake of the head. “Shit. That…that is good stuff.”

From this distance you could see that he was glistening with sweat. “What’s your name?” you asked after he took another drink.

After a bout of dry coughing, the man answered “N-,” he snorted. “Fuck it. I’m about to…die anyway. Charlie.”

“It’s nice to me you, Charlie.” You gave him your name and he nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” he managed. For a moment he was quiet, a pensive look on his face. Finally, he spoke. “Are you…are you alone or with…a…” his head nodded again.

You snapped your fingers. “Come on, Charlie. Not yet.”

Charlie burst awake with a snort. “Are you with a colony?”

You licked your lips. “I’ve been alone since the beginning.”

With a tiny nod, Charlie continued. “There’s a place a couple miles up…food, water, electricity…”

Your eyebrows shot up. Over the years you had heard whispers of survival camps, but never had you heard of modern amenities. As far as you knew, the modern world was a thing of the past.

“Just-just keep your head down. Do as they…as he says. Be humble.” Charlie’s voice began to lose strength. “You’re strong. Take the knife. They’ll know.”

You pressed the cold bottle to Charlie’s lips. “Okay, bud. I’ll do that. Thank you.”  When Charlie didn’t respond, you turned. A pair of cloudy eye stared back at you.

You shot him before he could make a sound.

The knife had been on his thigh. Engraved on its handle was “Charlie Hustle.” With a sigh and a final lingering look at Charlie, you began your trek to the mysterious colony.

#negan x reader #negan #negan fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #golden years

[touchmyhobi]

Professor Kwon: Chapter IV

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 3,119

Chapter: 4/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: I know I said there was gonna be smut here but I changed how I’m going to plan my chapters so you’re just gonna have to hold on until then ;))

Although I hadn’t lived there long, the light brown hallway leading to my apartment had become a huge comfort for me. I observed each pathway the patterns of carpet could take as I slowly walked down the corridor, using the time to clear my mind of Mr. Kwon’s strange mood shifts. Just as I found a new intricacy to follow, my shoulder hit something, causing me to lose my balance and fall backward.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, I should have been paying more attention. Are you ok?”

I looked up to see an oddly familiar stranger peering down at me with a hand outstretched and offering assistance. As I cautiously took the help, my eyes analyzed the man’s every feature in an attempt to make a connection. His brown hair was quite long and styled into a middle part. However, his most obvious features were his sharp, serious eyes and beautifully tan skin.

“Are you ok?” he repeated his question.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. It was my fault anyways, I always daydream when I wander down this hall,” I tried to laugh it off.

“No, it’s all on me. I was too busy staring at my phone to even notice you,” he apologized yet again. However, the contorted face of worry did little to help me match his features to that of those I have met.

“Don’t worry about it,” I reiterated, causing the man to look down at his feet and that’s when I recognized him. “So do you live on this floor?” I asked.

“Oh no, but my girlfriend lives in apartment 26,” he pointed behind him as he spoke.

“That’s where I know you from!” I exclaimed, much to his confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“I live in apartment 26 as well. Your girlfriend is my cousin!” I explained, but his face was still twisted with confusion. “What I mean is, I saw you over the other morning when I was leaving for school. I’m Y/N by the way”

“Oh, well it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N. I’m Youngbae,” he looked as if he was going to speak again until his phone began vibrating uncontrollably. “Listen, I have to get going but next time I’m over we’ll get to know each other.”

With that, he was speeding off down the hall before I could even respond. I watched him as he disappeared, before shaking my head and skipping to the door of my apartment.

“Ji Soo! I’m home!” I exclaimed. However, she did not respond. “Ji Soo?”

Suddenly, a head popped out of the bathroom and a hyperactive Ji Soo came barrelling toward me.

“Hello lovely. How are your one on one sessions with Mr. Kwon going? Did you kiss him yet?” she giggled as she wrapped her arms around my waist and clung to me like a koala bear.

“No, Ji Soo!” I scolded her with a smack to the arm. “We’ve done nothing but strictly school work. I can promise you that.”

“Ugh, boring!” she yelled loud enough to create a minor echo. “You need to get in on that action soon before you miss your chance.”

“Enough Ji Soo!” I raised my voice at her, growing tired of the teasing. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What action have you been getting?” I interrogated her. “I just met your boyfriend in the hallway.”

Suddenly, Ji Soo’s eyes widened and her face changed to one of concern.

“You didn’t!” she nearly shrieked.

“Oh I did! Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend!”

“Listen to me Y/N. I can’t tell you why but you need to stay away from him. There’s a reason I don’t want you to be around when my friends are over and he is part of that reason. So please, do not speak to him. Ever,” she warned me and the frantic look her in eyes scared me into compliance.

I nodded and swallowed nervously. Ji Soo looked so far away, as if the cousin I had known all my life was hidden and longing to be released. Suddenly her phone vibrated in her hand and her face contorted into an undecipherable expression.

“I need to go again kiddo, I might not see you tomorrow either. Take care of yourself okay? Promise me you’ll actually eat supper for once tonight?” I promised and she pulled me into a desperate hug. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Ji Soo,” I mumbled into her shoulder. “Please stay safe.”

She pulled away and looked at me with an apologetic expression before running towards the door.

My heart sank with worry. Ji Soo’s taste in men had frequently gotten her into trouble in the past and I could see it unraveling before me once again. But, no matter how bad the situation ever got, she always managed to find a way out. With a sigh, I dismissed my worries and prayed that this would once again be one of those circumstances.

Staying true to the promise I made her, I grabbed the food Ji Soo left me in the fridge from yesterday and set up my laptop at the kitchen table. I pulled out the notes Mr. Kwon had given me and decided to work on my sonnet to take my mind off of Ji Soo.

My mind refused to grasp the words on the page and soon numerous lines faded into one giant black abyss.

-

“Many sonnets have been written on the topic of lust. Most notably forbidden lust,” Mr. Kwon looked at me from behind his desk. A devilish smirk teased his lips as he made his way towards my desk. “You’ve felt that before, right Y/N? That overwhelming feeling you get when someone is so close and so willing but you have to restrain yourself simply because, it’s the ‘right’ thing to do?”

I swallowed, preparing my dry mouth to speak only to discover my inability to form words. Mr. Kwon’s face was now mere centimetres in front of mine, staring daggers into my eyes.

“You’ve felt it haven’t you? The immense tension. That heat in the very core of your being whenever that certain someone is around. It’s thrilling isn’t it? Imagine what it would be like if you acted on it,” he was closer than ever. His hand had snuck onto mine and soon he was running his fingertips gently up my arm.

I couldn’t move or speak. I was frozen in place and I began to panic as I struggled to communicate with my provocative professor.

“Admit it Y/N, we’re both aching for it. Make your move,” with that he leaned in and I finally managed to release the tension in my muscles and move toward him.

Suddenly, I woke up only to find myself lying on the floor with Mr. Kwon’s course outline held tightly against my chest. As I regained consciousness, I realized my steamy exchange with my teacher was all just another one of his malicious appearances in my dreams. In a bout of frustration, I sat back up at the table determinedly and proceeded to do exactly as I was told in my dream and write a sonnet about forbidden lust.

The next morning I made the dreaded trek to school with the poem tucked away safely in my book bag. With each step I took toward Mr. Kwon’s room, I felt a strange burn building in my stomach. However, the moment I entered the room, the heat exploded and spread like wildfire to the rest of my body. Without even bothering to look at my professor, I looked down and made my way to an empty seat near the back of the class. I didn’t dare look up until my temperature had cooled and when I did I found Mr. Kwon staring at me with confusion woven into the lines on his forehead.

My gaze shot back down to my desk immediately and I stared at the carvings in the wood until I heard his voice.

“Now that everyone is settled let’s get started,” was all I heard before I spaced out; my mind now occupied by much more pressing matters than grammar.

Am I being too bold? Is he going to tell me off when he reads it? Am I going to look like a fool?

I was treading into very risky waters. Although it wasn’t blatantly about him, the poem was obvious enough that the risk of him understanding the inspiration was all too real.

“We’re going to begin a novel study as you all may know. I hope you’ve all brought your books today. I’m going to give you the rest of class to begin your novels if you haven’t yet. You should have three chapters done by next Wednesday,” he instructed the class before turning around to erase the words he had scribbled on the whiteboard mere minutes ago.

Fuck, I totally forgot.

I must have been so focused on the poem that I forgot to check my other due dates. Stress immediately overwhelmed me as I now had to worry about Professor Kwon’s reaction to not only my poem but my lack of preparation as well.

To avoid looking like I was doing nothing, I took out my notebook and finished writing out some definitions for my philosophy class. Hoping to God my absence of a novel did not catch my teacher’s eye.

Nearly twenty minutes into the reading time, footsteps rang out within the depths of my ears. The distinct sound of expensive dress shoes clicking against the ground. I knew who it was, but I refused to face him. As the footsteps reached my side I heard them come to a sudden halt and I immediately immersed myself into shamelessly not doing the assigned work. Much to my surprise, his footsteps resumed yet again and before I knew it, class was over and everyone was collecting their things in an impossibly fast blur. I struggled to keep up with the pack and ultimately ended up being the last student to exit the classroom.

I approached Professor Kwon’s desk. Looking up only to meet his suspicious gaze.

“I - ahem - I finished my sonnet,” my shaky hand delivered the papers to his steady one.

“I’ll take a look at this tonight. Thank you Y/N,” he said and I started for the door only to be stopped by his gentle voice. “Oh and I expect you to have your independent study novel on your desk by tomorrow. I appreciate you putting so much effort into extra studies but you cannot let your main class work falter as a result,” I nodded again but was met the same disruption. “Also, take care of yourself Y/N. You seem off today.”

If you only knew, I thought to myself before finally exiting the room.

The train ride home was comfortably lonely. As I normally spent the entire commute home with Seungri talking my ear off, having some time to collect my thoughts in seclusion was more than welcome. Unfortunately, that peace of mind proved to be short-lived.

“Why didn’t you get off at your stop?” a soft, foreign voice whispered from behind me, shocking me like a jolt of electricity. Before I knew what my body was doing, my hand had connected with the side of the stranger’s face. Only to discover he was not a stranger at all. He was Seungri.

“Why would you do that? I thought you were a stalker?!” I scolded the boy as he clutched his rapidly reddening cheek.

“I thought you would recognize my voice!” he whimpered.

I looked around the train at the scowling faces surrounding the scene Seungri had inspired. I sighed heavily in an attempt to gather what little patience I had left.

“I’ve only talked to you once. How would I know your voice?” I pulled his hand away from his rosy flesh to survey the damage. “I’m sorry for hitting you. Next time please just approach me face first so I don’t feel like I’m about to be abducted.”

“Fine,” he pouted, continuing to play up the hurt little baby act.

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to treat him like the child he wants to be and ignore his tantrum. Turning my attention back to the window in front of me, it didn’t take long for the boy beside me to suffer from attention deficit.

“Well?” he urged, causing me to stare at him expectantly. “Why aren’t you getting off the train?”

“Why aren’t you?” I shot back.

“Because we’re hanging out. I go where you go.”

“Since when?” I began to challenge him until I realized what would truly deter him. “You know what? Fine. If you want to hang out so bad then you can come along with me to the bookstore.”

“Why would you want to do that?” the disgust in his voice was evident.

“Because I need a book for class. If you don’t like it, don’t come!”

“No, no! I love the bookstore, go there every day!” he slapped his hands together and rubbed them as if he were about to sink his meaty paws into a large feast.

I just stared at him in disbelief.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you!” he beamed.

“I didn’t mean it in a good way,” I muttered.

Seungri must not have heard my final comment as he jumped straight into another topic. As he rambled on about the party he somehow ended up at on the weekend, I began to realize something about Seungri; he genuinely loved the sound of his own voice. Which surprisingly made his company quite easy to swallow. Albeit annoying, I soon realized that I could just space out and leave a few “hmm’s” and “ahh’s” of understanding to keep him validated. Maybe we could be friends, I thought to myself as the train halted at my stop and I exited, Seungri following diligently behind.

Jiyong’s POV

“Lee Seungri. Fifth year student, hoping to be final year student. I’ve written this paper five years in a row. Therefore, do you need to know more?” I spoke the final sentence of my recurring student’s four sentence paper with a sigh.

“When is that boy ever going to leave my class,” I chuckled to myself as I gave him a zero and moved on to the rest of the papers waiting to be marked.

I reached for what felt like the final paper, but as my eyes met the 12 point font I soon realized it was not an essay but rather, a sonnet.

Eyes locked on the sheet below me, I retrieved my special crimson pen. A strange urge built within me. I longed to actually use that marker of error this time. Why? I didn’t know. I didn’t want her to fail. In fact, I desired her success. However, that itch remained and with that I immersed myself in her thoughts.

Wicked whispers of naive schoolgirl desire,

Tantalize my ears long before my tardy eyes.

A pulse pounding in my veins, a fear of fire.

My averse pupils become gossip’s allies.

Fleeting glances of observation trace,

Features that could grant any absolution

Inky strands frame a benevolent face.

The forbidden fruits of bland institution.

Omens of red flash hazardously in my mind,

Resistant, I heed the inflamed warning.

But discovery finds his grace entwined,

In a silken, dreamy web before morning.

With lust now on his lips, I feign control.

Whilst frantically seeking the shreds of sanity he stole.

My arms went numb and my heart began to pound until my chest rattled like a cage. The realization of what this poem was about struck me immediately. However, this violent physical reaction I was having was not a negative one. Although the situation was taboo and inappropriate, it only made me more excited. My student had feelings for me, lustful feelings. Feelings that I reciprocated. A smirk caught the edge of my lip as I re-read the poem and felt just how frustrated she was becoming.

However, as excited as I was, I knew I shouldn’t get too ahead of myself. For all I know her feelings may have been unknown to her, totally subconscious. So I decided to lay low and wait until she makes the first move. I’ve worked too hard to achieve my position and I would not let a mere hunch jeopardize my life.

With that thought, an alarm went off on my phone, signalling the beginning of my class.

“Y/N, when are you going to tell me what’s going on?!” a familiar voice echoed through the exodus of students filing through the door.

“Seungri! Enough! Stop asking!” my head shot up at the sound of the second voice and my heart sank.

Y/N was staring back at Seungri with an aggressive, warning glare.

If looks could kill, I thought to myself.

However, that glare was beside the point. What truly caught my eye was her unusual state of appearance. From the puffy eyes, black bucket hat, and uncharacteristically oversized clothing, I could tell she had a rough night. I couldn’t hold myself back…

“Seungri, do us all a favour and find your seat,” the blonde-haired boy stared at me briefly before turning to Y/N and sending her the most indiscreet eye roll I had ever witnessed. “Far away from Y/N,” I added and he sighed pathetically before stomping away. Without missing a beat, I looked at the hidden girl in front of me. “Are you okay?” My words took form in a whisper as I was careful not to show too much emotion.

“I’m fine,” she spoke without looking beyond the rim of the hat that was currently eating her alive. “You didn’t have to do that. To Seungri, I mean. It’s my fault for making things obvious”.

“What do you mean? What did you make obvious?” I asked as my head clouded with confusion.

“It’s nothing,” she peered up at me for a split second. Her eyes looked nervous, scared almost. “Thanks anyways”.

I tried to stop her. I nearly reached out to grab her sweatshirt clad arm, but I restrained myself. I had to remind myself that she was a student and grabbing a student would only spur an investigation. Instead, I watched her retreat to a seat at the back of the room. Far away from me.

The patient gaze of twenty-something students brought me back to reality. Although tearing my heart away from the faceless girl proved to be a more of a struggle, I proceeded with my lesson. My torn priorities taking solace in the fact that I would have her alone after class. I just hoped she’d reveal to me her face.

#kwon jiyong #jiyong #gdragon #gd #g dragon #g dragon smut #g dragon fanfic #g dragon scenario #g dragon imagine #bigbang #bigbang fanfic #bigbang scenario #bigbang smut #g dragon fluff #bigbang fluff #bigbang imagine #kpop smut #kpop fluff #seungri #lee seungri #dong youngbae #youngbae #taeyang

[marshmarrowsans]

Time Heals All Wounds: An Ending

Sooo I posted this fic without its epilogue because I didn’t want the anon who requested it to have to wait forever, and now the epilogue is here!  Whoever sent in the original request, I hope you stuck around.

It was the best night of Sans' life.  He'd never seen you so happy.

 It was no big life event, no major milestone.  All that had happened was you gave a stellar performance at a presentation you'd been dreading for weeks.  He had been there in the audience to support you, of course.  He was the only one who could tell how nervous you were. But then you fixed your eyes on him, and he flashed you that relaxed smile of his, and...  it all went away.  You knocked it out of the park.  And you were ecstatic about it.  Now he was walking you home from the event, you dressed to the nines and him looking pretty lack-luster in comparison with his same old hoodie and shorts, in the chilly evening air with crickets chirping a symphony all around you.

 "Articulate, Sans!  They called me exceptionally articulate!"  You laughed, hopping up on a wooden ledge enclosing some flowers and walking along it like a tightrope.  "When have I ever been described as articulate, let alone EXCEPTIONALLY so?"  You seemed to have boundless energy, seemed to be itching to put it into something. He almost envied you, but more than anything, he just felt happy for you.  He could practically feel the strong, healthy hum of your soul inside your chest.  What he wouldn't give to see it, that beautiful soul of yours that made his own soul throb and sing...

 He stood at your side, but down on the sidewalk, and offered you his hand. For balance, of course.  You didn't hesitate to accept his quiet offer.

 "i think you're exceptionally articulate," he offered, softly and matter-of-factly.  You just scoffed at him. "Oh yeah?  Bitch, where?  When I was trying to say either 'fooey' or 'shucks' in front of Frisk and ended up screaming 'FUCKS!' and Toriel scolded me?"

 He grinned so wide at the memory.  "that's a certain kinda articulate.  but nah.  i was actually thinkin' about that letter you gave me.  uh, a few months ago."

 You blushed and seemed to falter a little.  He held on to your hand tighter.

 "don't fall."

 "Don't tell me what to do."  You recovered, and slowly began to smile again, but in a bit more of a bashful way.  "... Anyways, that letter.  I feel like we never really talked about it.  Or the other thing I gave you.  Have you needed to use it?"

 Sans paused for a long, long moment.  He didn't want to worry you. "...  Hey, it's alright.  If you have, then I'm glad that my gift is being put to good use, and if you haven't, I'll still love you."

God, he loved and hated it when you did that.  His soul was too stupid to remember that you only meant it as a best friend kind of thing, so it never failed to skip a beat when he heard that from you.  But at the same time, he knew how lucky he was to be hearing that from you at all. So he loved it more than anything, and hated it just a little bit, but he hated himself for hating it at all. He confused the hell out of himself sometimes, so much he almost forgot to speak.  In the end, he decided honesty was better than secrecy.

 "yeah.  sometimes when i'm really sad, and it's like i can't trust in anything.  and also sometimes when i'm really happy and i can't believe that things are going my way.  it's crazy how much it helps.  thanks a bunch." he chuckled softly.  "see? i'm the inarticulate one here. you give me this amazing thing that... seriously helps me through some issues that nobody else has even tried to address.  and all i can think to say is thanks.  i dunno what else to say.  but i hope you know i mean a lot more than just thanks.  i don't know how to repay you."

 You got the biggest, dumbest smile on your face, and he knew right away that you were up to something.  You had a face like that meme cat with the knife pointed at it.  He almost dreaded whatever fresh hell you had in store for him. "uh oh.  not sure i like that impish look right after i offered to repay you for something big.  what's up?"

 You brought him to a halt by jumping down from your perch to the spot right in front of him on the sidewalk.  "I know how you can repay me."

 Oh, stars.  You were so close to him and you were holding his hands in yours and your whole face looked even more beautiful than usual when you smiled like that.

 "okayyy...?" While you were wondering if you were weirding him out a little, he was busy being completely and utterly distracted by your eyes and your lips.

 "How 'bout a kiss, bone boy?"

 ...

 "...  huh?!" Sans was legitimately unsure if he heard you correctly, or if this was some kind of dream, or even a glitch in time.  A glimpse into an alternate universe where you actually wanted him to...?

 You held your hands behind your back, pursed your lips a little, and bounced on your heels, but you repeated yourself loud and clear.  "Dude, I know you don't have lips, but come on. I've shown you Disney movies."

 "no, i, i know what a kiss is, i just..." He clutched his chest, willing his soul not to just spring out and bare itself to you, not to prove beyond a doubt the strength and resilience of his feelings for you like it wanted to. "help me out here.  are you being serious right now?"

 You quirked an eyebrow at him.  "Are you?"

 Great.  Now he was blushing like the idiot he was.  He let go of your hands to pull his hood over his head in quiet embarrassment... but you just smirked at him and carefully, lovingly removed it again.

 "Alright.  Fine. I'm serious," you confessed. "What about you?"

 He couldn't contain his soul anymore.  It glowed in a distinct heart shape in the center of his chest, cast shadows of his ribs through his shirt, gave everything away without him having to say a single word.  But he said it anyways, breathless with anticipation.  "yeah..."

 You moved in a little, then stopped, cracking a doofy smile.  He knew just how you felt.  He was feeling it, too, that simultaneous anticipation of something so new and so incredible just on the horizon, mixed with his love for you, the love that had been there for as long as he could remember, the love that made you his best friend, made you feel like home, made him smile when he thought about spending the rest of his life with you.  It was that love for you that made him stand up on the tips of his toes and tilt his head back to offer his teeth to you.  It was no glamorous Hollywood kiss, that was for sure, considering one party was lipless.  But he didn't give a damn right now, and you gave negative damns.  You cupped his cheeks in your hands, moved the rest of the way in, and began to kiss him.

 Whether he ever admitted it to you or not, Sans had spent a lot of time over the past few months thinking about what it might be like to kiss you.  Some days, when you had a bit of an attitude, he pegged you as a bit of a hard kisser, one who would dig your fingers into his skull and kiss him like your life depended on it, like you were stealing the breath from his non-existent lungs and leaving him gasping.  Some days, when you were sad, he imagined that you kissed slowly and longingly, that you might pull him into your arms as your lips danced against his teeth and hold him in a silent plea to never leave you alone. Other days, when you were happy, and especially when you had some special moment together as best friends, he just imagined you kissing him with a smile on your lips, a smile to match his. Those theories were all a little right, but all a little wrong.  It was no chaste kiss whatsoever.  You pressed your lips to his mouth straight on at first, but then tilted your head and kissed him like you meant it.  It was a firm and confident kiss, one that betrayed no hesitation, and you stroked your thumb over his right cheek, and you were smiling, he could feel it every time you tilted your head.  He knew it was bad kissing etiquette, but he couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes a little to look at you.  He couldn't see anything but your softly shut eyes, but god, you were the most fucking beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It took him a moment to realize that he was just standing there like an asshole with his hands hovering over your waist.  He gently rested his hands there, the warmth of your body just reaching his fingers, just enough to bring him total clarity.

 Holy shit.

 He was experiencing his first kiss.

 He was kissing his best friend.

 He was kissing you.

 He found himself kissing you harder at that realization-- pulling you closer to him, leaning eagerly into your touch, letting one hand roam up almost to your shoulder while the other roamed down to your hip.  It felt like all those months of friendship unraveling all at once, or maybe blossoming was a better word-- yes, blossoming into something entirely new and beautiful, and that best friendship was still there, it always would be, nothing could ever make him stop thinking of you as his best pal. But it gave way to something else, too: the kind of love that set his soul ablaze.  You were everything at once to him.

 When you pulled away, neither of you could tell, but you both had the same expression.  Wide-eyed and smiling, in disbelief, in awe.  In love.

 "Holy shit," you spoke first, in a low whisper.

 "the holiest of shits."  Sans grinned up at you, a familiar smile with a rare blue blush. And then he stretched up to give you another kiss.  This one was much shorter, because after a couple of seconds, you both got a case of hysterical giggles and had to pull away from each other.

 "Hehehe!  Damn it, Sans."  You hugged him and rested your chin on top of his head.  He nuzzled gratefully into your chest, feeling like he could just purr like a cat when you rubbed between his shoulder blades.  "Alright.  Fess up. How long?"

 "oh geez.  i mean, i realized it when you gave me the pocket watch.  but, at that point, i was already..." he trailed off.  He didn't want to come on too strong.  He didn't want you to freak out if he dropped the L-bomb that was on the tip of his tongue.  But he looked up and saw the hope in your eyes and knew that it would be alright.  "... i was already in love with you. and i was too far gone to remember when i must've actually, uh, fallen for ya'.  but if i can make an educated guess?  considering you're you, 'mpretty sure i must've started falling for you the day i met you."

 You laughed and gently pushed him away from you by the shoulders at that.  "Sans... sweetheart.  You are SUCH a sap.  But what's important is that I love you, too.  In case you couldn't tell by the passionate makeout we just had."

 He huffed out a soft chuckle that produced a single cloud of mist in the night air.  "we did just make out."

 "Yep." "that's a thing that happened."

 "I hope I can count on it happening again."

 "you bet your sweet ass you can."  

 One moment, Sans was smiling up at you, happier than you'd ever seen him, wrapped up in your embrace.  Then he took a step away from you, then turned his back to you and shoved his hands into his pockets.

 "...  Hey, is everything alright?"

 Tick, tick, tick, tick...

 He could feel the steady rhythm of the pocket watch in his hand without even taking it out of his pocket to look at it.  He shut his eyes, he focused on it.

 Tick, tick, tick, tick...

 It was strong.  It was constant. It was certain.  You were strong.  You were constant.  You were certain.  This was reality, and nothing could take it away from him.  But in the end, it was your voice, not the watch, that brought him back into the present.

 "What's the matter?  Talk to me."

 "it's just...  the happier i get, the more scared i feel.  the more i have to lose, if..."  he sighed, shaking his head.

 "...  The higher you are, the further you have to fall," you agreed quietly. "...  yeah."  He turned back around to face you.  "but it's stupid.  i can't live my whole life in fear of that."  He reached out and held your hands, just like earlier.  "...  i'm ready to start...  moving..." "...  Forward in time?" you completed his phrase.

 You smiled at him.  He smiled back at you, reached up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

 "yeah.  forward in time.  with you."

#sans #sans/reader #sans x reader #skelly boy's first kiss~ #best friends to lovers #all that good shit #mod kasha

[inmyownmhis]

The Morning After - Part 2 (with @BuyMyBlood & @HowBoutDemWings)

- When Lassiter’s hand dropped, I wasted no time in taking him up on the assist, surprised again when he didn’t let go. Of course, given my anti social lifestyle, maybe this was the norm.  

Those eyes, they grounded me but they were also appraising, like he was searching for some kind of in with me. Normally the scrutiny would have me bolting.

But this wasn’t normal. I had a damn angel in my yard, a back from the dead female in my house and I had fed her. When Dorothy woke up, she was short a tin man and rancid was the first word that fell from her lips.

Fuck. Fuck.

I was about to fall into the abyss but then Lassiter’s words pulled me back up for air. There was something in his tone that had me at attention, it held command but the undercurrent was soothing.

Angel Mojo for a thousand, Alex.

I listened to what he said, even though I’d heard it before, but this time the words started to take root. The seeds of doubt had been planted, watered, fertilized and been exposed to a hearty dose of Vitamin D when it came to thoughts on my blood. My eyes closed without my permission but only in brief when Lassiter brushed over the spot he had healed with that suffusing warmth, and then without explanation, he took me into his arms. His whispered words brought back those things I had just shut down when I was ass to grass.

I had helped him. Maybe it wasn’t as weighted as I’d first imagined it to be, but only a fool would think a short exchange could make up for decades of damage due to daddy’s rejection.

Was there hope for more of that in life if I stuck around on this rotating sphere in the sky?

Let’s not go that far, Jagger.    

I nearly forgot I was in his arms until he snapped back to go-mode, releasing me then indicating he was about to head into the house. When he disappeared, my thoughts roamed over our entire exchange. I was confounded by my own responses to him, not really getting why I submitted so easily to the physical advances, when normally...

Right. Not normal.

I made sure my wits were firmly planted in my shitkickers before making my own return to the house after a bit. One way or another, things were about to be laid bare in black and white.  The oddest thing striking me before I walked in the door.

I wanted Lassiter to be right.-

Ambellina:

~So much happened in but a few moments, I found I was unable to keep up with the weight of it all as my mental faculties continued to come back online. In the time it took me to push myself to an upright position on the couch I had been placed upon, many more things happened. The male vampire whose blood the flavour of dark chocolate still lingered upon mine lips and tongue began to lose his own mind while the other with WINGS?! was yelling for me to reassure him. I wasn’t sure how and frankly, it was all too much for someone in my current state. I needed processing time. I opened my mouth to say as much but all that came out was a weak excuse of a croak, further displaying my current bout of incompetence.~ I… I’m sorry. I need...

~As I struggled to speak, time for processing came to me without having requested it when the male I realized was called Jagger abruptly left the house. A bright stream of sunlight poured inside only briefly but it landed directly in the spot my head had laid only moments ago. The astonished angel followed Jagger outside, slamming the door shut behind him. Is that what he was? I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms in an attempt to scrub away the cobwebs. That’s when the panic of what had just happened before my eyes registered. Had Jagger just taken his own life?! Certainly not. I hoped. The strength his blood afforded to my battered body sung within my veins and I could feel he remained very much alive just on the other side of the door. How blessed by the Scribe Virgin he was to be capable of daywalking.

A pang of jealousy rose up, but not for long. Realization slammed into me like Rhancid had when he took me down in that hotel. I hadn’t checked in... with either Ghiselle nor my doggen. Both parties would be worried by now, undeniably. I needed to call them immediately. Shaky hands dug into the pockets of my overcoat, searching for my cell phone. All I could find was my beloved ornate compact, and I didn’t dare open it to see the state my appearance was in. Absolutely not. I could feel I was far worse for wear.

In the other pocket, the card Ghiselle had given me with Jagger’s name and address written in her loopy cursive was staring up at me. What a twist of fate things had turned into. I didn’t know a single Jagger Rhuin which I reasoned the one of the card was the same who had saved my life. That only meant his blood sacrifice had put him in even more of a defect if Ghiselle’s friend had given her the correct information about him refusing to feed. And I had taken from him. Far too much.~

Oh, Scribe Virgin in the fade...what have I done?!

~Panic rose and bile burned my throat as I dry heaved under the weight of the situation. All the while, anger continued to boil my insides. All of this could have been prevented if I had only succeeded at doling out my revenge. Failure had never been something I allowed to be associated with myself. But that would be my burden to bear moving forward. Correcting my mistakes would start in the now.

Just as I managed to get a grip of all that had happened the angel reappeared as if he could dematerialize. Time to show him exactly who Ambellina Newo was, my first impression was not what I’d prefer so the second was going to have to make due. On weak legs, I stood and lifted my chin, finally finding my voice.~ He needs to feed. Jagger. The card in my pocket...I sell my blood...he needs to feed! ~Stuttering thoughts and incomplete sentences was not something I had ever been accustomed to displaying so the second attempt at a good impression wasn’t up to par however, the winged male fortunately seemed to pick up on what I was trying to get across.~

Lassiter:

<As I reformed inside Jagger’s house, the female still appeared weak despite the blood she had taken from Jagger. Her determination when she spoke and the effort it appeared to take for her to get vertical was admirable and helped to tamp down the irate lecture I had prepared only moments ago. Thankfully, while I had been outside dealing with Jagger she apparently found her wits as well. Small miracles, they were a real thing.

Early celebrating was cut off by some holy shit news when she shared what she did for a living and that Jagger needed to feed. I didn’t know all that much about how the whole vamp feeding business worked so I nodded to appease her and assumed she was simply referring to his loss at having saved her. In my mind, I had a bigger Big Mac to fry up and spoke quickly to her before Jagger joined us, more concerned over the apology she needed to make.> Look, he thinks his blood was foul and rancid as you called it. You need to tell him-

<My words cut off as Jagger opened the door and immediately a silence filled the triangle of space between us for only a couple of seconds, just long enough for what I hoped the female needed to realize what I had been trying to convey to her but could no longer finish saying. I nudged her in his direction with my wing, nodding in encouragement and praying silently that she was able to correct the damage her careless words had caused earlier.> Jagger, Blondie has something to tell you.

Jagger

-The scene had changed again. Same players. Same set. Whole different act. The female was upright and they both had been talking before I came in the door but promptly shut up on my entry.

Strategizing session over.

She definitely looked better, albeit wobbly, and on cue I was hit with a wave of my own dizziness to mirror her unsteady.

Shit.

Shrugging off my own sitch, I took long strides over to her, bypassing Lassiter because I was worried she wasn’t long for the vertical world. Seeing her like that was too reminiscent of my mother and the countless times she had relied on my aid, though she fought against it heartily. She never wanted the appearance of being weak or reliant, and I had learned to accommodate that. This was some kind of déjà-screw-you because I’d tried my best to forget those times, focusing instead on the better shades of my past with her. This female, though, she was a living, breathing flashback with all of her willowy beauty and the colors of fading bruises that marred her otherwise flawless skin. Too many times I had bore witness to the evidence of my father’s temper. Too many times I cursed my physical inability to confront him and protect my mother. My only solace was found in helping her and the desire to do so with this female welled from those same depths, the ones personal experience had fostered.  I did my damndest to remain unimposing while I loomed next to her then spoke quietly between the three of us.-

Please. Sit. Please. -I breathed a sigh of relief when she relented without putting up a fight, but there was a telling flicker in her eyes to give the impression she’d thought about resistance.-

Tell me your name? Unless it’s actually Blondie, in which case we may have something in common.

-Where’d that come from? I’d never been one to make myself relatable or quip.  I shot a glance Lassiter’s way, completely convinced it was the short time in which we’d been hanging out that I’d picked it up. Kneeling down, my gaze landed back on the female, giving her the chance to say what she had to say. I hoped like hell I could stomach the repercussions of saving her life.-

Ambellina:

~Dread and upset had taken up residence within my stomach, replacing the bile that had previously moved out. How could I not realize the mistake I had made. Granted, at the time I was only just coming back to awareness and I was simply speaking that which was fresh upon my mind, however, I had insulted the male who had saved mine life. As Ghiselle called it, I had plenty of damage control to do, and in a bad way, particularly if I was going to be able to convince this same male to allow me to return the favour of my vein.

I had my work cut out for me. I had not a clue where to start fortunately, the angel seemed to pick up on my delay and nudged me toward Jagger, he in turn guided me back to the couch asking that I sit. All the places I could have been back in control and correcting my missteps were a fail.

Jagger’s question and subsequent joke were what snapped me back from the spiralling mess of self-critique and back into the present. Back to where I could have another chance at returning to the Ambellina Newo I had carefully crafted over the years. As he knelt in front of me and the angel kept a safe distance, I assumed to not impose, I straightened my spine and held my head high while cautiously brushing my matted and dirty hair from my face. I refused to wince when my fingers ran over a particularly painful bruise at my eye and found myself grateful Jagger’s blood had begun to help the swelling enough that I could see his face through both eyes. I didn’t dare to let my fingers dip lower to the bite mark that still smarted on my throat.

Closer inspection clued me into the uncertainty of the situation that he was trying so very hard to not get lost in. Boy wasn’t he right in us having something in common. A weak laugh bubbled up at that thought before I got back on track. Time to do what I did best, take control.~ No, that is not my name. ~My eyes darted over to the angel only for but a second so that he knew the nickname had been accepted, begrudgingly.~

My name is Ambellina Newo. And your blood is in no way rancid. It was quite the opposite and rather hearty for someone who hasn’t fed in quite some time. ~My brow lifted knowingly before continuing on to explain, hoping he wouldn’t feel so bad when I was finished.~

The male who attacked me. Rhancid. That is his name. I had gone to his hotel to… it matters not. ~My head shook to rid the images that flashed behind closed lids.~ Things went bad then he got the upper hand and...I am not sure how but, here I am. You have saved me from the Fade and I will forever be grateful to your blood sacrifice, especially for someone you did not know. I wish to repay my debt. Please, allow me. ~my gaze dropped down to my wrist where I began to push back the sleeve of my coat, lifting it in offering to Jagger.~

Jagger

-It took her a minute but then she spoke, giving up the name. It was a damn good fit for her. Ambellina Newo. Strong but something delicate lurking under the smooth and refined surface. Even with the marks that looked like she'd been bested but only after exhausting every round in the ring, she was poised. Porcelain personified. Everything else rolled down like an avalanche. Relief like a cold splash of water to the face when she said my blood wasn't rancid and...other things that I shrugged off as circumstantial considering the taste of death she'd had. Amusement at her raised brow, clearly an "I've got your number" kind of thing, but she didn't know I'd already figured that one. She also didn't know that I'd gotten Lassiter's own version several times over. All it took were leading words of "the male who attacked me," for the world to flip on its axis. The shift was rapid. Anger searing through my veins in the form of boiling blood. Her elegant tone poured past her lips, recounting a few details undeserving of her manner of speaking. Rhancid. I shot Lassiter a look meant to be one of concession to his assumption. He earned whatever ego pump it gave him. No time to celebrate relief. Nope. The momentary sample was swallowed up by hearing that she had been savagely attacked. I didn't give one flying fuck what she'd been there for. No female should have that to pen into their memories. None. My growl was unintended but offered up its presence anyway. The male deserved death served up cold. Slow. Merciless. I registered an ache in my knuckles only to look down and... Hello fist. Relief. Amusement. Anger. But she wasn't done yet. Before there was any time for me to launch into any kind of demanding more so I could find the piece of shit, she was onto her gratitude and wanting to return the favor. Panic. I recoiled from her wrist before she had even pulled up the curtain. She intend to put an end to my steady diet of nothing. I scurried backwards, stuttering as I tried to find words and came up fail.- I can't... Thank you, Ambellina, for your gracious offer. But I can't. -I didn't dare look over at the angel. My blood wasn't rancid...but that didn't fix the fuck ton of history that I was saddled with. Mine all mine. I couldn't do this. Not now, maybe not ever.-

Ambellina:

~Jagger’s reaction came as a surprise to me, his fierce anger and accompanying growl was a match to that of mine own only days ago after I had left that horrific night where Rhancid tried to use me as arm candy. It was interesting that he took such immediate offence on my behalf when he didn’t even know me. My eyes darted over to the angel who happened to be staring at a space between Jagger and myself, a look of something akin to what I could only guess as hesitant surprise. I followed the path of his gaze to find Jagger’s fists were clenched so tight his knuckles had lost all blood flow and were a white comparable to the angel’s eyes.

Then things fell apart. I offered my wrist and he fell back, trying to get away from me faster than the Glymera disowned a female who was past her mating prime. Insult felt heavy in my stomach along with confusion. I was unused to this brand of rejection. My bloodline was strong and while that was still my secret, I was the one all the males sought out to feed from.

Sure, I wasn’t looking my usual pristine. Perhaps Jagger had a shower I could borrow to help with that and wash away the scent of Rhancid on my skin. Maybe then my offer wouldn’t be as offensive as Jagger was making it out to be.

After collecting my thoughts and clearing my throat,

I dropped my hand that remained still hanging in the air between us back into my lap. My voice was soft but not without conviction.~ You can’t? I do not understand. I am not accustomed to being declined and I realize I’m not in my best state currently. Perhaps I can use your restroom to freshen up?

~I smoothed my hands over my coat, trying to straighten it on my shoulders then attempted to help the lost cause of my matted and blood-stained hair before looking to the angel for help. Why was he so quiet when only moments ago he had no problem telling me exactly what I needed to do. When it was clear he wasn’t coming to my rescue again, I chalked it up to having used my single Saved-by-an-Angel card. Sighing in exhaustion, I looked back over at Jagger.~ No need to escort me. I can find the facilities myself.

Jagger:

-Freshen up, yes! That would buy me some minutes to condense my family history, package it up and present it in a way she’d understand. The pang of confusion on Ambellina’s face was clearly laced with hurt of some variety. I hadn’t meant to offend. The male population was really serving up this female and not in the way she deserved.

Scrambling again, this time to my feet, my strides were quick, while I untied my tongue in an effort to do some damage control.-

Ambellina I-- meant no offense. It is not your appearance, it’s not you. I’m just not worthy of the vein. Not yours, not any female’s. My bloodline… is no good.

I’ll explain… but please, you’ve only just awoken from a nightmare. Would you like a bath? I’ve got a clawfoot in the master. -raising my hand to scrub over the top of my head and back to where tension gathered in my neck, out of my element would be putting it lightly and I didn’t know if the suggestion toed the line of appropriate, bloody hell.-  I could get you a change of clothes, or set you up in one of the guest rooms for some shut eye.

We are on lockdown until the moon rolls in, so we’ve got time.

-It felt wrong that even if she wanted to, Ambellina couldn’t leave thanks to daylight, sunshine had to be a dude. Speaking of, Lassiter’s silence was unnerving as fuck. Where was his mouth when I needed it? I was doing a bang up job with my ramble of suggestions and it sure as hell showed that my comfort zone was nowhere to be found. Anxiety had decided to hitch a ride on my wagon to hell; the more the merrier my ass. If Rod Serling didn’t show up to announce my entry into the Twilight Zone soon, we were headed into another episode because the time slot was almost up.-

[kv-r18-fics]

Autumn Sin

The cooler weather made things easier for Zack and Rachel to go out in the public without drawing attention. During their date, Zack begins reflecting on their relationship, and it leaves him wanting her attention.

How is he going to get it while they’re in public?

Autumn was here again, it was plain to tell from the arrangement of multicolored leaves to the days turning colder. The weather was very pleasant, mostly sunny with the following of a cool breeze, and it seemed perfect to go out on a date.

Isaac was often hesitant to go out in public, due to his infamy, but to his luck, Rachel had gotten him a new change of clothes to throw off suspicion. A long coat with a hood, and in the design that he particularly liked on his regular hoodie – it appeared both formal and casual, if anyone looked at it. Black gloves to hide his scarred hands, and save him time to wrap it in bandages. Then a scarf to hide his scarred face from the world, it blended well with his coat, and it was another timesaver for his wrappings.

With it on, he appeared like an ordinary person.

Rachel had her attire of a small coat, a scarf, wool gloves, a long skirt, and some stockings to spare her from the draft of the fall air. Isaac had to admit, she looked really damn cute.

They casually walked hand-in-hand through the busy streets, seeing the smiles of other people annoyed the fuck out of Zack, but it didn’t drive him to the point of killing, not with Ray’s warmth giving him reassurance. Her existence always put him in a good mood. They both knew that they swore that he would kill her one day when asked, but such a day never arrived yet, they both never felt ready. So, they enjoyed each other’s company while it was there. During those times, they’ve grown very close in friendship, then eventually progressed as lovers.

Never have they imagined they’d end up that way, but from how they behaved, and how they loved one another, there was no regrets whatsoever.

The couple passed by different shops and buildings, took in the different sights of the town, and made their way for good potential spots to stop and enjoy each other’s company even more.

Zack was internally reflecting on his relationship with Ray, this person who he met and saw as a little brat, now flourished in this beautiful and passionate woman. All he ever knew was to survive and kill, but Ray began opening his mind to more things to life, even when they swore that one of theirs would be taken away. They were both slowly teaching each other how to live life as they saw fit.

Ray is still alive, and her existence is a fucking blessing.

He loved her.

He loved her so much.

Zack wants her right now.

Ray noticed Zack lagged behind for a moment as he let out a faint grunt, he stumbled in his pace and hunched over slightly. Ray thought he might’ve tripped over his own feet, but the problem was elsewhere. Zack had gotten hard, just from thinking of the positives of Ray being with him, and his body craved to thank every bit of her. Damn, was it uncomfortable to walk with.

“Are you okay?” Ray asks.

Zack quietly panted to himself, he took a deep breath and willed himself to stand back up, ignoring the agitating ache in his trousers, and even spread his legs out slightly to make walking a little more tolerable. He’d request that they go back home so he could pick Ray up, toss her on the bed, as he took his time to undress and explore every inch of her body, but Ray seemed to be enjoying her time out. Ending her bit of happiness for his selfishness would make him feel bad.

“Yeah…I’m alright…I guess,” wasn’t a lie, but entirely the truth either.

Rachel took his word for it as they continued onward, fuck, it felt like torture to continue walking while his aching hard-on rubbed against his trousers. Ray may be gawking at the spots for potential date areas, Zack was looking for potential quickie areas. It was too public, and the other place he knew was a back alley. That wouldn’t be a place Ray would approve of for a quick fling, no, it would have to be much nicer…yet discreet.

What other places would Ray like? She liked books, but fucking in a library would be out of the question. The park? Sounds promising, it was huge, tons of places to scout for and hide, and since it’s the autumn, not many people would stay in the area long. Don’t go near where there’s tons of trees, leaf watchers would interrupt them. Nothing primarily bushes either, too noisy. There was a nice overlook in the park, one of those areas often barricaded off for “public safety”. Yeah, fuck their barricade. He’s not gonna pass up a nice spot with a view.

Now, Zack was the one in the lead, Ray was surprised by him tugging her to follow him, but caught up as best as she could.

“Where are we going?”

“Park, now pick up your feet,” Zack quickly replied.

Looks like the spot had been decided, she didn’t expect him to figure out the spot, normally he would trail behind while she often did the scouting. Something was up, she noticed Zack was walking a little different than normal, and he kept letting out pained grunts, no matter how small he tried to make it.

They passed the steel gates of the park, and luck would have it, it was mostly empty. People were camping in all the spots Zack had predicted. Families fed the turtles and ducks at the lake, sight seers were observing the trees, while others just walked around for a bit of scenery before going back to their humdrum life.

“…There’s a place I wanna show ya’…” Zack mumbled before taking Ray with him.

They followed the concrete path in the park, until he lead them both astray, entering a small thicket of bushes and saw the yellow tape tied around a couple trees. It was Cautionary tape, but Zack hastily ripped it in half with no hesitation. Just ahead was a small cliffside, the supposed safety risk was a lack of a small fence. Not like they were gonna dangle off the edge anyway, Zack just wanted the view.

They could see a good sum of the park, the lake and the many colorful trees that reflected from it, and with the foliage that grew along the overlook, people below can’t spot them. A perfect spot to secretly make love.

“Wow, it’s gorgeous here…” Ray said in awe.

Zack watched Ray stare on at the scenery, she looked so innocent, he pulled down his scarf as he decided to make his move.

Soon, Ray felt Isaac gently grasp her shoulders to pull her close as he claimed her lips, and he wasn’t shy to part them so he could get a good taste of her. Ray felt her legs threaten to buckle from his wild kiss alone, but Zack held her by the waist to pull her close to his hips. Rachel faintly gasped when she was against him, because she felt both a heat and a firmness graze her.

Ray reluctantly pulled away from the kiss as she glanced up at him, “…Zack…have you been like this the whole time?”

She knew now that he was aroused.

Zack lightly nodded, “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about ya’…”

Rachel faintly blushed, plus it explained the pained grunts she heard from Zack, it hurt him to keep walking, but he still did it anyway for her sake.

“…I feel kind of bad to make you walk with it…” Ray muttered, “is there something I can do? I mean…we’re out in public.”

Zack kept Rachel close as he sat them both down.

“Can ya still see the lake?”

Rachel lightly nodded.

“Good, cuz shitheads can’t see us from up here,” Zack replied. “I wanna make sure ya’ got a nice view while we have a little fun.”

Ray blushed a deep shade of red, “What if we make too much noise? H-How are we going to do this?”

“I’ll figure that shit out…” Zack replied, then leaned up to trail tender smooches to her neck.

He turned Rachel around and sat her on his lap, she still felt uneasy, given the location they were in, but she couldn’t resist their little moments of intimacy.

“You sure we won’t get caught?” she asks.

“I’ll knock a bastard out til they forgot what they saw,” Zack said. “Nah, this place is supposed to be closed off…we’re fine…”

“Do we just…undress right now?”

“You’re asking too many fucking questions,” Zack growled, “…I got this…no one will ever suspect a thing…”

Isaac trailed his hand down to the zipper of his crimson trousers, and pulled it all the way down to the bottom, Rachel could feel him shift and fidget as he held onto her with his other arm. Zack was pulling his pants down just a little bit to free himself, then let out a sigh of relief as his erection was no longer feeling cramped inside of his clothes. Soon, he brought one hand up to use his teeth to pull off the glove from his hand, then did the same with the other.

Rachel blushed faintly, knowing that Zack was preparing for their bout of lovemaking, yet was still unsure how they were going to do it and get away with it. She quickly felt Zack’s fingers slide up her skirt and between her legs.

“We’ll stay like this…if we did get caught…no one will fucking know,” Zack whispered into her ear, “curious morons will just see us like we’re just snuggling…”

Their heavy attire, it covered them well in some areas, with Zack’s heavy coat and her long skirt, it would hide what they were really up to. It was strangely ingenious for a man like Zack to come up with.

“…That’s…unusually clever…I don’t know how you came up with it, your brain works so strangely…” Ray quietly giggled.

“Hey, I got some hidden smarts…don’t doubt me, babe…”

It was rare for Zack to use a pet name, but when they were acting very casual, it would slip out.

“When ya’ think you’re going to be too loud, give me a heads up…” Zack whispered.

“Okay…”

“Atta girl…” Zack spoke, then gently spread Ray’s legs open, “I’m gonna put it in…”

The fingers camped in between Ray’s legs snaked through her panties, then began stretching the leg area out, exposing her heated body for his invasion. Rachel decided to help a little by lifting up her skirt a little to better guide him to her body, then felt his member slide in for penetration. She lightly bit her lip to hold back a moan as Zack’s heat was filling her up, while Isaac positioned Ray’s legs to rest on his, giving him plenty of room to thrust into her.

“Okay so far?”

“Yeah…” Ray replied.

“Good…”

Soon, Zack was moving his hips, with how they were positioned, he had to make things nice and slow, but Ray wasn’t complaining. She softly breathed out pleased hums here and there as she leaned against him. Zack pulled back some of Ray’s scarf to expose more of her neck, trailing both kisses and his tongue as he was enjoying his relaxed moment of lovemaking. Sure, he’d love to hear her moans and shouts of delight, but it was a date, and Ray deserved to be a little spoiled. They were making love with a gorgeous view, an envy to any couple.

“I love you…” Ray softly moaned out.

“Love you too…” Zack purred.

His cock tenderly dragged in and out of Rachel, rubbing against every sensitive spot inside of her in this moment of slow burning friction. Ray’s moans may be soft, but they were still those sweet sounds Zack loved so much. For their lovemaking to be dead silent, it would drive him nuts. Hearing Ray’s cries of bliss told him he was doing an amazing job at pleasing her, making her absolutely euphoric, while she did the same for him.

“Mmh…faster, please,” Ray quietly pleaded.

Zack sweetly kissed her cheek, “You got it…”

He gently kept a hand close to Rachel’s waist, then began to move his hips a little quicker, sliding himself in a little deep to get her favorite areas to make her squirm. Rachel writhed as she felt Zack’s member get closer, and even shuddered as she tried moving her hips to guide him there. There was no way she would be quiet when he did get it.

“Zack…noise…”

He was on it, he brought his other hand up to turn her face to his as they deeply kissed, Zack propelled his hips deep once again, and quickly heard Ray moan loudly in his mouth. Her moans tasted so good, and it drove him to do it again. Ray whimpered and groaned in the back of her throat, her tongue found Zack’s as she turned the kiss hotter while he pounded into her.

Ray was going to need air soon, and Zack showed no signs of stopping his need of making her euphoric, she grabbed the hand that caressed her cheek and brought Zack’s digits to her mouth. This caught the man by surprise by how suggestive she was treating said digits, her tongue trailing along the fingertips before sliding her mouth over it while giving his fingers light suckles. Zack simply gawked at her, such a sight was arousing, and her suggestive sucks was shooting electricity through his whole body.

Zack bucked his hips up again, with Ray’s moving down on him in a rhythmic response, he chose to pick up the speed once more, and felt his length become more heated as it pulsed inside his lover. Even he couldn’t hold back a few moans himself, choosing to whisper them, knowing it drove Rachel wild when he did that.

“Fuck Ray, you don’t know how bad I need you…” Zack sweetly spoke in her ear, “I’d fucking die without you…”

Rachel shuddered from his tender words, sometimes when they made love, Zack’s inner walls crumbled and his honest-to-god feelings spilled out. Today happened to be such a day, and it made her shed tears of joy.

Zack loved her, made her feel so wanted in the world, and the both of them would be so lost without each other. She removed Zack’s digits, then pulled him to her so she could claim his lips, to which he happily allowed. The two were in deep lip lock once more, tenderly making love as a gentle autumn breeze blew past them. Both lovers softly let out their moans, feeling their climax threatening to draw close as they continued their sultry pace.

No one dared to intrude on time, all the better.  Zack had indeed picked the most perfect spot on their date, and such an area for them to couple up was one she’d never forget.

“Faster…” Ray begged.

Zack panted for a moment, if he did pick up the pace again, he might be the one to reach his end first.

“…What if I cum?”

Ray stared at Zack for a moment, and he noticed the look of want in her eyes.

“Good…” she responded.

Isaac was seconds away from a heart attack, he spent his time treating her so well, now she was the one treating him. Rachel wanted him to cum first.

“…You better try and stay quiet…” Zack growled from arousal.

That was a warning for what was to come.

Soon, Ray felt Zack wrap both hands around her, she felt she should hold onto him as well, while she placed a hand over her mouth for her eventual cries of delight. Zack’s legs spread out a little more to give himself better room to propel his hips for his final pace in speed - he was going to give it to her quick and hard. As soon as Zack’s hips moved, Rachel threw her head back, and squirmed underneath his grip. Zack could hear Ray’s muffled whimpers and moans, just hearing her and feeling her body wriggle and throb all around him was incredibly enticing. He lightly bit into Rachel’s exposed neck to silence his own groans of pleasure as he felt his cock threatening to release at any second. He swiftly thrust into her, not caring who came first - if he got the both of them to do it, then it would be one hell of a nice bonus.

He felt hot, very hot and tingly all over, just a few more deep ventures inside of his woman would push him to that point of sexual ecstasy.

“Rachel…” he whispered.

He groaned in the back of his throat as that familiar feeling of eventual climax was near, then he was suddenly overwhelmed in a sensation of bliss. His member throbbed intensely before filling Ray up with his release, then Zack breathed out soft growls of satisfaction as the pace eased up a little. Rachel remembered to take the pill before going on their date, she expected the date to end with affection, but didn’t expect it so soon. Ray writhed as she felt a fullness with each of Zack’s slowed thrusts, she knew that he had just came.

Zack may be spent now, but he wanted Rachel to reach her end before his hardness went away. His hips had slowed down for a moment during his temporary stupor of pleasure, but now, they were back up to speed to please Ray.

Rachel huffed and groaned as she tried her best to match with Zack’s fast pace, often tiring out quick, or getting numbed by the pleasure he was giving her. She had no choice but to let Zack do the work for her finish, to which he did gladly. Zack felt Ray’s body quiver as the heat inside her grew from the slippery friction between them. Her body screamed at her to let go and succumb to its amorous sensation, it screamed louder and louder until she finally caved.

Zack felt Ray’s body go limp against him as she got trapped in her orgasm, her final cry started off muffled at first until she panted out shorter moans to follow it. Isaac gently stroked Ray’s silky hair as he let her relish in the pleasure coursing through her body.

Both of them began catching their breaths as the tender feeling of lust left their bodies, Zack slowly pulled himself out of her, and Ray felt her undergarment snap back into place. He wasn’t done yet, he scooped Rachel up and cradled her in his arm, while the other worked to make himself decent again. After such an event, pretty sure Ray was in no condition to walk.

“Let’s go back home, Ray…” Zack softly spoke to her.

“…Can we have a bath together?”

Zack gave her a grin, “Yeah, sure.”

Rachel leaned her head against Zack’s shoulder as he carried her out for their temporary love nest. Home was their destination now, a warm and relaxing bath, maybe a little more tenderness before bed. Whatever was in mind, Zack didn’t mind giving Rachel a little pampering for the day.

Her existence and happiness was everything to him.

#fanfic sin #god is dead and i fucking killed him by this overload of sin i have been forsaken

[acidblackpirate]

Anxious ‘Bout Commiting 3

Either “I’m sorry” or “You’re welcome”, I’m not entirely sure :P

He woke up to the feeling of yasu shifting in his arms.

“Good morning”, he smiled into his hair.

“Good morning”, yasu agreed, his voice far more awake than Hyde felt.

He had turned around in his arms now, facing Hyde and being so close that he could gently rub his nose against that of the other one.

“Now that's a nice surprise”, yasu carried on and kissed him playfully.

It was a short kiss, but his lips were slightly parted and Hyde could taste the beginning of a new morning on his tongue.

Be brave, he told himself.

“That I'm next to you now?”, he assured.

Yasu chuckled and allowed his fingers to set up a trail from Hyde's waist up to his chest.

“That you're not wearing a shirt”, he corrected.

It made Hyde snicker, too, and his soft laughter was muffled when yasu kissed him again.

It felt like a really nice way to start the day.

“I really needed this last night”, yasu mumbled against his lips. “I needed someone...I needed you to hold me like this.”

“I know”, Hyde whispered back plainly.

Yasu kissed him for the third time, his tongue slipping into his mouth now, greedy and wet.

Somehow they rolled to the side and tumbled over and then yasu was on top of him. The warm body pressing down on him caused Hyde to grow hard and he wrapped his legs around yasu to pull him closer.

“You're demanding this morning”, he observed and yasu gave a confirming moan.

He placed sloppy kisses on the side of Hyde's face and down his throat.

He shuddered as he felt the other vocalist bite down on his neck and on his shoulder, leaving red marks down his chest.

“I'll show you how thankful I am”, he mumbled against his skin, now moving his hips against Hyde, so he could feel their dicks rubbing against each other through the fabric of their pants.

Yasu's hand was caressing his abdomen now, his nails digging into his skin painfully, but his lips following them to sweeten the agony.

The doorbell rang.

“No”, Hyde exhaled with all the desperation he felt.

Yasu sat up suddenly.

“Oh shit”, he swore. “I have a meeting I completely forgot. I asked ka-yu to pick me up, I'm so sorry.”

Hyde groaned unsatisfied, but he did not try to hold yasu back as he climbed out of bed and looked around hectically.

“I need to get dressed”, he announced. “Please, Hyde, please, open the door and tell him I'll be there in a moment.”

“I can't open the door like this!”, he protested, but yasu already darted out of his room and the doorbell rang for the second time.

Giving up Hyde got out of bed and shuffled over to the front door.

He opened up just to look into the surprised face of a guy he also vaguely remembered from TV. His tattooed arms looked sexy, Hyde had to admit, and he had very warm eyes.

Jealousy took over almost immediately.

“Come in, come in”, he waved, but the other man only took a few steps into the corridor, before stopping short again.

Hyde thought that somehow he looked frightened, but he couldn't understand why.

“I didn't...I didn't mean to interrupt something”, he stuttered and only now Hyde looked down on himself.

He had been aware that the bulge caused by his boner would show clearly in his shorts, but he had forgotten about the bites and scratches that were covering his chest completely.

“You didn't”, he said.

To him a lie couldn't really count as a lie if it was this obvious he wasn't telling the truth.

“Yasu is just getting dressed, he will be here soon.”

As if he had waited for those words, yasu rushed into the corridor, fully dressed now, but his hair still rumbled and out of shape.

“I'm sorry, I slept in”, he apologized, while putting on his shoes.

“I can see that”, ka-yu agreed, casting another short look across Hyde's body.

It was obvious he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

“I'll have a meeting in the afternoon, too”, Hyde declared and slipped an arm around yasu's waist possessively to pull him closer. “But please message me when you get home, babe.”

“I will”, yasu nodded, not trying to free himself from his touch, but rather leaning in as if wanting to kiss him goodbye.

“You know what”, ka-yu interrupted sharply. “I'll just wait downstairs. Don't stay long, we'd better hurry.”

He turned around and together yasu and Hyde looked after him for a moment as he went down the stairs.

“Was I overdoing it?”, Hyde asked after a moment of silence.

“Calling me babe was a little too much”, yasu chuckled next to him. “But I'm sure he can handle it.”

Hyde still had his arm around his waist and pulled him a little bit closer even.

When yasu laughed like that he completely forgot how it felt to be scared.

“I just wasn't aware that he was that damn handsome. Do I need to worry?”

Yasu shook his head.

“No. I used to have somewhat of a crush on him when we were younger, but he's only interested in women.”

“What a shame”, Hyde grinned. “That butt was straight As.”

Still laughing yasu leaned in until their foreheads were touching.

“Gay As, too”, he added and kissed him. “I'm sorry I have to go now.”

“It's okay”, Hyde soothed and let go of him so he could step away. “Have a nice day.”

“You, too”, yasu smiled his open, wide smile. “I love...”

Breaking off he bit down on his lower lip, his brows furrowing as if he was angry at his mouth for letting these words out.

“Sorry”, he apologized again. “I didn't mean to say that. I just got carried away by the mood. I didn't mean it.”

Hyde waved it off.

He understood perfectly well what yasu meant.

The mood had been very relationship-like for a brief moment, and for a brief moment he might have said it back.

* * *

The meeting had left him dead tired and exhausted to the bones.

All he wanted to do was fall into his bed and sleep for the entire next week.

Everyone had been talking so much and his own silence had weighted down on Hyde like gravity.

The only few seconds, that actually had made him feel good, was when his mobile vibrated, telling him that yasu waited for him at home.

He liked the way yasu had used the word “home”, instead of talking about Hyde's apartment.

He also wanted to see him now, wanted to hear about his day and maybe kiss him on the forehead. After that he wanted to sleep.

Softly he knocked against the door frame that led to yasu's room.

The door was open again and he could see the vocalist sitting at the small desk there, scribbling on some sheets of paper. Hyde wondered if he was working on some lyrics, and if so what the song might be about.

When he heard the knock yasu looked up immediately and his face wrinkled up.

“You're home”, he stated. “How was the meeting?”

“Fucking tiresome”, Hyde shrugged. “How about your day?”

“It's been good, actually”, he beamed. “It will take a while until we release our new album, but we talked about some of the songs I've worked on and it's been really, really good.”

Hyde smiled warmly.

“You're songs are good”, he confirmed.

Indeed yasu had played him some of the things he had been working on lately and he could not help but think that he held a passion for music that Hyde somehow lacked. It wasn't quite the same, how much of themselves they poured into it.

“Also”, yasu added suddenly, as if on second thought. “I've been very happy about the way you treated me since yesterday. I've felt cared for, so thank you.”

The words left an uncomfortable ting inside Hyde's chest. They made him wonder what yasu had felt like before.

“I'll try to be less distant from now on”, he promised.

He had decided that yasu deserved a fair chance, even if he himself didn't deserve to get hurt again.

“Does that mean we can pick back up where ka-yu disturbed us this morning?”, yasu grinned cheekily.

Hyde looked at him for a moment, but even the thought of his skin and his lips could not shush away all the weariness inside his body.

“I'm very tired right now, but if you want, you can sleep in my room again.”

Yasu narrowed his eyes for a bit as if thinking about it.

“I could help you relax before going to sleep”, he offered. “You won't have to do anything, just lay back and let me take care of you. I'll suck you off.”

There was a mind-blowing innocence about his ability to deliver those words with a straight face.

For a moment Hyde thought he might be making fun of him.

“I don't know”, he answered indecisively.

“Come on”, yasu nodded for him to come into the room, but Hyde kept standing right there in the doorway. “I am happy when you allow me to touch you.”

Something about his choice of words made Hyde feel itchy again.

“If you want to do it, you can just tell me”, he pointed out. “You don't have to wait until I ask you.”

“Okay”, yasu shrugged as if that didn't really make a difference to him.

He looked straight into Hyde's eyes, to the point where it almost made him uncomfortable, as if making sure not to miss his reaction.

“And right now I want your dick in my mouth”, he finished.

It was hard not to show a reaction to that, and his body surely did.

His system was obviously still working properly, even if he was tired.

“Alright”, he sighed and yasu got up from his chair, standing a few metres away from Hyde.

“Ehm”, he started and now he did look away as if embarrassed by something.

Hyde wondered what could be left to embarrass him after that statement.

“Would you mind, eh...”

He raised his hand and bit down on his knuckled shortly as if that could make him find the right words.

“Would you mind telling me what to do?”

In confusion Hyde furrowed his brow.

“I think you know quite well what to do”, he reminded him.

Yasu shook his head violently, still not looking at him directly.

“I don't mean like that”, he said.

“Oh”, Hyde mumbled.

He had had a lot of lovers who had liked to tell him what to do. No one had ever considered if Hyde liked being told those things, too.

He understood what yasu asked for, though.

“You want that. So, get on your knees.”

He spoke calmly, but determined. He had never liked talking much, so he enjoyed his few words to have an impact.

Yasu got on the floor immediately, looking up to him obediently.

“You want to do it here?”, he assured. “Wouldn't you be more comfortable sitting down or...?”

“I can't remember that I asked you to speak”, Hyde interrupted him coldly.

A slight shiver went through him as he heard his own strict voice. He was a professional at being cold, but this was the first time he actually enjoyed it.

Yasu went quiet immediately, lowering his head, giving a silent apology for his misbehaviour.

Hyde also enjoyed that he was being listened to for a change. He did not fight for attention, did not have to shout up against ignorance to be heard. Yasu was patiently waiting for his words, listening to no one but him for a while.

The fact made him feel powerful, but also free and unbelievable relieved at the same time.

Finally someone was listening.

He walked over to the bed, taking his time to make himself comfortable, propping up the pillows and sitting down with his feet still on the ground.

“Come here”, he ordered, watching how yasu was about to get up on the other side of the room.

“No”, he corrected him. “Come here on all fours. Like a dog.”

Even across the distance he could see that yasu's lips twitched a little as he was trying to hide a pleased grin.

Crawling across the floor he got over to the bed, sitting down between Hyde's spread legs.

He sat very still, not moving at all, while he waited for new orders.

With calm motions Hyde unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection only centimetres away from yasu's face. Still he did not move at all.

“Stick out your tongue”, he commanded.

Yasu opened his mouth a bit and stuck out his pink tongue submissively.

The inside of his mouth looked red and inviting, but there would be enough time for exploring it later on.

He took hold of his dick and swirled it around yasu's tongue, forcing him to lick its head that way.

Over the wet sensation that made him shudder, yasu was looking up to him under half-closed eyelids.

Still guiding it Hyde took his dick away from yasu's tongue and slapped it lightly against his cheek for a few times. He waited for him to flinch, but he didn't.

His still parted lips looked full and soft and nothing about his expression seemed to dislike the situation.

“You're well behaved, aren't you?”, Hyde observed amused. “You really crave for that dick, huh?”

“Yes”, yasu lisped, obviously trying to speak without shutting his lips entirely.

“Take it into your mouth then”, Hyde admitted, letting go of his erection and leaving it to yasu.

He bend his head down and closed his lips firmly around the shaft.

The feeling of wetness and heat drove a moan from Hyde.

“Go ahead, suck it”, he said almost gently.

Yasu started to suck lightly on his flesh, swirling his tongue around it and moving his head up and down a bit.

“Good”, Hyde complimented him, while forcing his breath to come evenly. “Take it all in, I know you can do it.”

Yasu lowered his head some more and Hyde could hear a small, sweet gagging sound as he hit the back of his throat.

“Amazing”, he mumbled, letting himself sink somewhat backwards.

He could tell that yasu really knew what he was doing. He applied just the right pressure, and the work of his tongue was mind-blowing.

Hyde caught himself moaning again and again, but he did nothing to suppress his voice. He thought it was courtesy to let yasu know exactly how good he made him feel.

Although he would liked to have grabbed his hair, pulling at the strands and guiding him roughly, he knew that he could only make his performance worse. His timing was great, his expression turning him on even more and around his dick he could also hear him moan softly, the vibration of his voice making the sensation even more exciting.

It felt so good that Hyde wanted it to last forever, but he knew that there was no way he could keep it up for long. He seemed to be melting away under yasu's lips.

Suddenly the warmth vanished as the other man pulled back.

Curiously Hyde looked at him, a little worried about what could possibly have made him stop.

“Please, I ask for permission to touch myself, you're making me so hard I can't stand it.”

Shortly Hyde nodded.

He would have said anything so yasu would just carry on with what he had been doing.

“Permission granted”, he admitted. “But you're only allowed to cum after I did, so make sure not to get too excited.”

Yasu bowed his head again, taking him back into his mouth.

Between his own moans Hyde could hear the unbuckling of a belt and yasu's little gasps around him intensified.

The fact of yasu touching himself, because sucking his dick aroused him that much, turned him on even more.

He kept watching his head bopping up and down, but his sight turned somewhat hazy, the sensation blurring out everything else. Somewhere at his stomach he felt pressure building up and he gestured for yasu to come closer, to push his dick up his throat as far as he could.

He put his hand on yasu's head now indeed, just stroking his hair very lightly.

“Drink it all up, be a good boy”, he whispered, then the orgasm washed over him.

Again he could hear yasu gag as he tried to gulp down around his dick, while a warm sensation flooded through all his limps and relieve filled his system.

After a moment yasu raised his head and swallowed one last time, then he started shaking and moaning as he obviously allowed himself to come as well.

When he had caught his breath again he bowed slightly on the floor and formally stated:

“Thank you very much.”

Hyde snorted and petted the sheets next to himself.

“Join me, please”, he asked and yasu got up to lay on his back next to Hyde.

He felt even more tired than before now, but it was a cleaner kind of sleepiness, satisfied rather than exhausted.

Yasu had been right, he did feel better now.

“That was just wow”, he acknowledged impressed.

Yasu smiled a catlike smile. He looked lazy and content.

“I told you I give decent blow-jobs”, he reminded him.

“That wasn't decent, that was fantastic!”, Hyde blurted out.

Next to him yasu sprawled himself relaxed.

“I didn't mean to brag, but I know my blow-jobs are fantastic.”

It made Hyde laugh, but only a little, because he was too tired to laugh out loud.

His eyes were already starting to fall shut and it was difficult to watch yasu as closely as he would have liked to.

“Are you a natural or did that take lots of practice?”

It was curiosity driving that question out of his sleepy mouth, although it was probably inappropriate.

“A bit of both, I'd say”, yasu shrugged. “Receiving oral by another man is not really gay, it's more like being not very picky, a lot of straight men say. I took advantage of that various times. Or maybe they took advantage of me, at some point I stopped being sure.”

Sleepily Hyde reached out to run his hand over yasu's arm and pull him into a loose embrace.

He had thought that being cynical proved that he was smarter than yasu or just more experienced. Maybe it just meant that yasu was a lot braver than him.

He closed his eyes completely now and enjoyed the feeling of yasu's chest softly moving with each breath next to him.

“About what I did or did not say this morning”, he started off after a moment of silence. “I know you like to keep your distance, so I'm not pressuring you, but I would be happy if this could lead somewhere.”

Hyde groaned with annoyance and shuffled a bit closer to nudge his head under yasu's chin.

“Does that feel like I'm keeping my distance, idiot?”, he mumbled dryly, and then, before finally drifting off to sleep he added: “We'll see, we'll see.”

* * *

Someone had taken off his pants and pulled the blankets up to his chin.

At first Hyde had been irritated about waking up alone in yasu's room, but the bed was so warm and the covers smelled just like him, so he hadn't moved at all until way past noon.  

Even after that he hadn't done much except for taking a shower and having a combination of late breakfast and early lunch.

Now he was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, reading in a magazine about international music. It wasn't really interesting, but he had nothing better to do.

The apartment felt quiet and he hoped that yasu would get back soon.

He had given up on keeping his distance towards him. He would be brave. He would try again. For a short period of time he was willing to believe in something like love again.

After another 15 minutes the front door finally opened and he could hear yasu's steps in the corridor.

During the last weeks the sound had become familiar already, reminding him of the word home.

“Hey”, yasu shouted, sticking his head through the door to greet him. “I had to drop by at the company this morning and got some groceries on the way back. For someone who likes cooking you're awful at keeping the refrigerator stocked.”

“I wanted to leave some of the household duties to you”, he grinned and called after him. “Do you need help?”

A declining answer came back from the kitchen and another few minutes passed in which he stared onto the page of his magazine without reading a single letter.

Then yasu entered the room again, standing next to the couch and eyeing Hyde curiously.

“What have you been doing?”, he asked.

Hyde shrugged.

“Absolutely nothing. How was it at the company? How was the shopping?”

Yasu shrugged as well.

“Okay, but I couldn't wait to get home, since I knew you'd have the day off.”

Warily Hyde studied him over the edge of the paper.

“Why? Any plans for today?”

“Hell yes”, yasu confirmed and stepped forward, snatching the magazine from Hyde's hand and tossing it onto the coffee table.

Before he really knew what was happening to him, yasu was sitting on his lap astraddle, facing him with a teasing grin.

“I was planning on getting fucked now”, he stated manner-of-factly.

There was something about his serious determination which made it hard for Hyde not to follow his lead.

“That sounds like a very good plan”, he agreed vaguely, placing both of his hands on yasu's butt to steady him.

The other vocalist leaned in on him, bringing his lips closer to Hyde's ear.

“I loved sucking your dick yesterday”, he whispered. “But it's just not enough for me. I need it up my ass. Please, Hyde, fuck me very, very hard right now.”

By his tone of voice he could tell that yasu was up for playing games again.

“That's pretty direct”, he observed.

Once more yasu shrugged and his expression looked almost innocent.

“You told me to ask you for the things that I want. And today I want to be taken roughly.”

Hyde squeezed yasu's butt firmly with both hands, making him jolt slightly.

“Then better move to my room, slut, if you want it that bad.”

Yasu got up immediately, taking hold of Hyde's hand to pull him along into the bedroom.

Chuckling about his eagerness, he made him turn around, cupping yasu's face with his hands and kissing him intensely.

Sucking on his tongue he ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands so violently he could sense yasu wincing into his mouth.

“Sssh”, he comforted him as he pulled back, trailing down to the hem of his shirt to pull it over yasu's head.

He tilted his head to kiss his neck and lick across his collarbone, both of them still standing.

Yasu's fingers now also slipped under his shirt, the world going dark for a moment, before he could look at the other man again.

He didn't feel excited and nervous around him like he had in the beginning. He felt excited and very warm inside around him now.

Sharply yasu took in his breath as he studied Hyde's bare chest.

Some red marks were left upon his skin from their morning session the other day and yasu touched them lightly as if wanting to make sure they were really there.

“I was a bit impatient, wasn't I?”, he asked apologetic.

“It's okay”, Hyde shook his head. “I like that side of you, too.”

Yasu bowed his head somewhat and as always when he was trying to hide a grin his lips were twitching a little.

“Still, maybe my misbehaviour should be punished.”

Hyde studied him really closely, to not miss a fraction of meaning behind those words.

“Are you sure you want to do it this way?”, he made sure.

Yasu's eyes looked at him thoughtfully. Their dark brown seemed very deep suddenly, but also very warm.

“I'd like to try”, he admitted honestly.

Hesitantly Hyde nodded.

No one had ever asked him for such favours, but he realized how much he liked the idea of it.

“But if you need me to stop, say so immediately”, he requested.

Amused yasu bit his lower lip.

“You want to get a safeword or something?”, he assured.

Hastily Hyde turned his head away, looking at the bed instead of yasu, for his cheeks started to feel very heated.

“Oh god, that would make me feel so kinky”, he winced.

Yasu gave a short, dry laughter.

“So you do want to”, he summarized.

His conviction made Hyde laugh and turn towards him again.

Yasu's natural way of talking made him feel less embarrassed.

“What are you even?”, he inquired.

With a wide grin yasu took a step towards him that brought them so close together they were touching almost everywhere.

“You know exactly what I am”, he smirked and slipped his hand down to Hyde's crotch, massaging him through his pants. “I'm your wonderboy.”

In spite of the feeling between his legs Hyde couldn't help but laugh.

“Please, tell me this is not our safeword now”, he begged.

Yasu brought his lips close to his ear, his breath brushing over it hotly while he spoke.

“You bet”, he said.

Hyde put his hands to yasu's hips, unbuttoning his pants and then slipping out of his grip to get down and pull them to his angles.

He placed light kisses on yasu's thighs and his dick that was already twitching with anticipation.

But he got up fast again, nodding over to the bed.

Yasu crawled onto it, waiting for instructions in a kneeling position.

Without hurry Hyde strolled over to the closet he had always ignored so far, and that suddenly seemed so much more interesting ever since he had met yasu.

“Put your hands on the headboard”, he ordered calmly, while he picked out some things and returned to the bed.

Like he had ordered him to yasu was kneeling on the bed, his palms resting against the metal headboard.

He clattered with the handcuffs he was holding, so yasu wouldn't be surprised when he saw them.

Stroking his lower arms calming, he put the first one around his wrist, wrapping the chain in between around the ornamental bars of the headboard and then fastening the second one around yasu's other wrist.

He had never used those cuffs himself, for something inside of Hyde did not feel comfortable with the idea of being chained up and helpless.

Yasu did not seem to mind, though, for he stayed calm and patient.

“What does that feel like?”, he whispered, running his hand across yasu's back to the front, pinching his nipple so violently that he sucked in his breath harshly. “Knowing that you won't be able to get away, no matter how hard I fuck you?”

From the side he could see yasu licking his lips.

“It feels exciting”, he confessed, obviously not ashamed to admit it easily.

Hyde put out the second device he had brought over on his open palm and held it out to yasu.

“If I put this on you, it will be easier for me to control when you'll cum, okay?”, he assured.

A could see a slight line of worry forming on the root of yasu's nose.

“I've never worn a cock-ring”, he admitted. “It looks a bit scary.”

Hyde created a sound of impatience by flicking his tongue.

“You okay with it or not?”, he pressed sharply.

For a moment yasu just stared at his palm, then he nodded shortly.

“Yeah, sure”, he said. “You...”

“Then stop the whining”, Hyde cut him short. “Or I'll have to gag you as well.”

Yasu's expression made him smirk.

Sounding this stern wasn't really how he felt, but he could tell clearly that yasu got aroused from his bossy tone.

He ducked underneath yasu's outstretched arms connecting to the headboard, and unscrewed the side that allowed him to open the little ring, putting it around the stem of his dick. Almost immediately he could see his erection swelling a little more, and he placed a short kiss on its tip, receiving a quiet sigh from yasu in return.

He got up again and crawled up behind yasu.

Gently he rubbed over his back.

“Can you bend over some more?”, he asked, making sure that his voice sounded friendly now.

Yasu bend over more on his knees, his arms still stretching to touch the headboard, his face turned forwards, not looking at Hyde without permission.

“Do you still think you need to be punished?”, he assured hoarsely.

“Yes”, yasu confirmed in a weak voice.

He hadn't really touched him yet, but the excitement seemed to shake him up already.

Hyde slapped his butt hard.

Yasu's whole body seemed to jolt forward at the sudden blow and Hyde could see that he had already left a red mark behind on his skin.

“That was for not answering correctly”, he scolded sternly. “Be polite if you ask for something.”

“I'm very sorry”, yasu corrected himself, his head now sinking down somewhat between his upper arms. “Please, punish me.”

“Good”, Hyde acknowledged, letting his palm connect with yasu's butt once again.

There was a loud smack to be heard and the other man winced, obviously trying to suppress the sound.

He slapped him a third time on the reddened flesh, glad that he had decided to use only his palm instead of another toy. He was feeling a little guilty for making yasu wince like that, but he also knew that he couldn't pull back and be gentler now, if he wanted to play the dominant role.

“I think five times ought to be enough”, he announced. “We already have three, so two more to go.”

He was glad to see yasu's body relax a little under his words, now knowing that he wouldn't have to endure it for much longer.

He smacked down on his butt a forth and a fifth time, his whimpering now starting to sound pleased as the first shock was over.

Hyde smiled at his soft moan as he rubbed his fingers against yasu's entrance now.

“Ah, look at this, you already seem to be throbbing back here”, he remarked. “You pervert got so excited by a little spanking.”

Without warning he slipped in two fingers at once, shoving a little to spread him open.

The body in front of him shuddered and once more yasu gave a weirdly suppressed sound.

Hyde's first impulse was to pull back and ask him if he was okay, but then he remembered that yasu would tell him when to stop. He had to trust him to know his own limits, just like yasu needed to trust him. It was a good feeling and had nothing to do with who was in charge. It was more about being equals.

He moved his fingers carefully, stretching yasu very slowly. At a certain movement of his hand the other one moaned loudly and his hips pressed against him.

“Mmh, you like that, don't you?”, he teased.

Yasu gave a moan of agreement, and still moving his fingers inside of him, Hyde spanked him again  with his free hand.

“You just made it six. Now try again.”

“Yes, I like that very much”, he corrected himself. “But please feed me with your dick, I'm hungry for it.”

Hyde pulled back his hand and positioned himself behind the vocalist.

“If you ask for it so nicely”, he admitted and guided his own erection while he slid into him.

There came a long, brute moan from yasu.

“Thank you”, he groaned and Hyde grinned.

He was a fast learner.

Like before he started slowly, not familiar enough with yasu's body yet to just follow his instincts. Carefully he tried which thrusts drew the strongest reactions from his body, which ones made him shiver and moan.

Only then did he take hold of his hips rather harshly, digging in his fingers so violently bruises might start showing the next day.

He pulled him towards himself, the handcuffs rattling against the headboard and yasu squealing with pleasure and shock.

Hyde could tell that it was a little difficult for him to steady himself, since he couldn't really use his arms for balance while his wrists were dangling in the chains. He had to rely on the strength in his legs while he bend over, leaving all of the movements to Hyde.

He slammed into him hard now, not slowing down to allow him to catch his breath.

Yasu was clenching down on him tightly, his body hot and obviously in a state where pleasure and pain started to mix.

“That's how you wanted it all the time, huh?”, he started to talk breathlessly. “Being used like that by another man for pleasure.”

Although he had never really enjoyed talking during sex much, but he could feel yasu squeezing around him even tighter, and he felt satisfied that his words were able to cause such a strong reaction.

“When I met you, you still felt uncomfortable about it, and now you're already begging to be fucked. What a dirty slut you are.”

The speaking made it harder for him to breath evenly and also harder to concentrate on holding back. His rhythm became more erratic and yasu's heat seemed to take over to him, driving him closer to the point where he wouldn't be able to keep it up any longer.

“Harder”, yasu pleaded shakily.

Breathlessly Hyde snorted, propping up one of his legs to thrust into yasu as deep as possible.

“You really can't get enough”, he scoffed. “I'll mess this place up for you and make sure you'll remember how I fucked you for days. I'll leave my cum all over.”

Yasu let go of small outcries now, sounding exhausted and like he wouldn't be able to stand this feeling much longer.

Still holding on to his hips he pushed into him a few last, hard times, then he kept his promise and spilled himself deep inside of yasu.

With a sigh of relieve he felt warmth covering him wholly, like a second skin that he wore on the inside.

After a moment he pulled back, feeling exhausted and lazily content. His first greed had been satisfied, but he could still feel hunger clenching to his chest.

Scanning yasu's weak body from head to toe he wanted to start all over again immediately.

“Please, please, touch me”, yasu whined. “Let me cum, please. Hyde, please.”

His voice was thin and breathless, but it was not quite enough to soften Hyde's need.

“No”, he said cruelly.

Yasu's shoulders slumped down a fraction and the tension of his muscles seemed to turn into despair.

“Please”, he repeated flatly.

“Not yet”, Hyde insisted. “I'll have a second go in a bit.”

He slumped himself down next to the other vocalist, catching his breath and restoring the energies he would soon need.

For a small row of heartbeats it was quiet in the room, then yasu's voice interrupted him.

“Hyde, can I please sit down. This position is super uncomfortable and I really need to relax a bit if you want to do it again.”

Only now did he realize that yasu's legs were slightly trembling from the strain. He was still bending over, but he did not have a good grip at the headboard to keep his body up. He also looked sweaty and like he was close to breaking down.

Gently Hyde reached out and stroked his back soothingly.

“If you really can't hold this position, then it's okay. I won't be mad at you, if you sit down”, he said softly. “But I would be very happy, if you tried anyway. Would you do that for me? Would you try? It's alright, if you can't.”

He heard yasu take in a very deep breath, then he straightened his back a little.

“It's okay”, he declared determined. “I can do it.”

The fact that he was trying so hard to please Hyde, that he was willing to test his limits together with him so much, really turned him on again.

“See, this makes me so happy, that I'm getting hard again”, he stated truthfully and started stroking his own dick lightly to get it up again properly.

He watched yasu from the side, his face with the lips shut tightly, his heaving chest, the curve of his ass and his weak legs. Everything about him looked sexy.

“Alright”, he announced, getting up on his own knees again. “Are you ready to take it again, or do you need a longer break?”

Again he could hear yasu inhale deeply, but then he nodded.

“I'm ready”, he confirmed.

Shortly Hyde hesitated as he placed himself behind yasu again.

“You still remember the word you picked, yeah?”, he made sure, a little worried now about how weak he looked.

His fingers had indeed left behind red bruises on the hips, that would surely turn to blue in the morning.

Instead of a joking reply yasu just gave him a short “Yes”, obviously trying to save his breath.

Hyde caressed his butt again, gently this time. With his forefinger he teased his entrance, making sure he wasn't hurting him.

“You're still pretty loose”, he observed. “Looks like I stretched you out a lot, huh?”

Very slowly he slipped his dick into him again, heat all around him once more, wet and a little stickier now from the semen he had left behind.

“Ah”, he sighed. “You're still very tight.”

He moved his hips again, more deliberate this time and making sure to go easy on yasu. His body seemed so tense now from the effort to keep it up, that his insides felt even tighter.

Hyde moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation slowly now that the first need was over.

“Please, can you touch me now?”, yasu begged. “I really need to cum, it's hurting already.”

The tremble had seemingly taken over from his legs to his whole body, but Hyde ignored him on purpose, pushing into him until small moans carried the words from yasu's lips again.

“You feel very good”, he mumbled, picking up a little pace.

“Oh, please stop, just stop”, yasu groaned. “I can't stand this any longer. I can't.”

Hyde slowed down again, but did not stop entirely with his soft thrusts.

Yasu had told him to stop, but he had not used the safeword yet. Of course he wanted to stop, he wanted to make sure yasu was okay. But there were certain rules and he was afraid of disappointing yasu by breaking them.

So instead he made a low hushing sound, touching yasu's back lightly.

“I'm almost there. It will be over soon. Just stay with me a little bit longer. I know you can do it”, he encouraged him.

There was a short pause, but then he heard yasu whisper “Okay” hoarsely, and he thrust into him a bit harder again, wanting to finished fast.

The other vocalist moaned underneath him again, pleasured but also exhausted.

Instead of lengthening it unnecessarily Hyde allowed the rush at the edge of his consciousness to flood over, and he spilled his second load into yasu.

With a moan he pulled back again, inhaling deeply two times.

“Please now”, yasu pleaded desperately.

“Sit down”, Hyde allowed and as if the two simple words had drained every strength from his body, yasu collapsed onto the mattress.

“Shush, it's good”, Hyde reassured him. “Just turn around and sit down.”

Rolling over yasu managed to crumble into a sitting position, the arms crossed over his head and held up be the chains.

His lips stood slightly ajar and his eyes followed Hyde, although he did not move much otherwise.

“Please”, he said again meekly.

“I know it's painful, but you did good. As a reward I'll let you cum into my mouth”, Hyde mumbled soothingly and bend down between yasu's legs.

He unscrewed the ring from his swollen erection and placed his lips around its head immediately.

He sucked lightly while he stroked the shaft and it took only a few heartbeats for hot and bitter liquid to hit his tongue.

Systematically he swallowed, licking yasu completely clean, before he sat up again.

Although he had heard him make whimpering noises, he was surprised when he saw that yasu was sobbing violently now. His whole upper body was shaking and tears were streaming down his face, his eyes closed and his lips pulled back from his teeth in something that resembled the parody of a grin.

Hastily he hurried to untie him, loosening the handcuffs and slipping them off yasu's wrists.

“It's over now, it's over”, he assured and sat down next to him, placing his arm around the still shaking shoulders.

“I'm sorry”, yasu apologized. “I just...I just can't stop. I'm just so relieved”

Almost in disbelieve he touched his cheek and stared at his wet fingertips.

“It's such a relief”, he repeated, and Hyde pulled him in now, resting yasu's head against his chest.

He started petting his hair, not stopping with his stroking motions while he spoke.

“You did so great”, he mumbled. “I feel so proud of you. You stayed so strong.”

“I'm so relieved”, yasu whispered again into his chest.

Hyde kept on stroking his hair.

“It's like all the pressure is gone all of a sudden, I feel so light. But I can't stop crying.”

His sobs turned into laughter now, although Hyde could still feel wet drops falling onto his chest.

“I don't even know where all those tears are coming from.”

“Just let go”, Hyde whispered and after a while yasu's breathing became even again.

“I feel so much better now”, yasu exhaled softly after another moment.

“You wanna take a bath together or something?”, Hyde offered.

“Yeah, that sounds nice”, yasu confirmed. “But please, let's lay here for a little while longer.”

Another minute filled with nothing but silence passed by.

“I've been worried and stressed by so many things lately, but it's all gone now”, yasu picked up talking again. “I let go of so many things.”

“Mmh”, Hyde made and played with a strand of his hair.

He could not see yasu's face, but he could feel his breath on his skin when he talked.

“I guess letting go is the point of this”, he said after another pause in which he had time to think about it. “I've never really understood, I thought it was just about power.”

“I've never done this with anyone before, you know”, yasu confessed quietly.

“Really?”

Hyde was surprised. To him yasu was acting like a pro already.

“Yeah”, he verified. “I've always wanted to try, but then I never dared to ask.”

Hyde chuckled lightly, watching yasu's hair bounce slightly with the motion of his chest.

“But you thought I looked so kinky that you did not feel ashamed?”, he guessed.

Yasu seemed sleepy, because it took a while before he answered.

“You told me that I could tell you about anything I wanted. I don't know, you made me feel like I was safe.”

“Good”, Hyde mumbled and petted his head some more.

He liked the feeling of yasu's soft hair between his fingers, there was something calming about it.

“But do you like it, too?”, yasu inquired, suddenly a little worried.

Again Hyde took a moment to think about the question properly.

Yasu never gave him the feeling that he needed to hurry with an answer in order to get heard.

“No one ever asked me to do such things”, he stated finally. “No one ever really asked what I like at all. I never really considered this kind of relationship. But now it feels somehow natural. I don't really like talking much, you know.”

Again he hesitated.

He couldn't even remember the last time he had spoken for such a long time without being interrupted, but yasu seemed to listen closely.

“It's like no one ever hears what I have to say anyway. So being heard by someone without having to shout is a really good feeling. Another person relying on me like that makes me feel like I'm finally audible, like there is someone who can actually see me.”

He was afraid that his words would scare yasu, that they betrayed too much of the sadness he felt inside.

But yasu's voice sounded serious when he replied:

“For me it's the same. Giving up control means the other person will care for me. It makes me feel like they are aware that I am there, like I exist again. I hold your attention and you hold mine. It makes us visible.”

He reached up to take hold of Hyde's hand that wasn't playing with his hair and entwined their fingers.

“Visible”, Hyde repeated thoughtfully and the word resonated in the room around them that felt very wide all of a sudden.

It felt like yasu was the only person on the entire planet that could actually see him, and they were holding on to each other desperately not to get lost in nothingness.

“Will you be home tomorrow?”, Hyde asked after a pause to change the topic.

“Probably, it will be the weekend. Why?”

Hyde looked up at the ceiling.

“I have some friends coming over tomorrow and I thought you could help. I mean, I would like to introduce you to them.”

Yasu got up from his chest now, propping himself up on his elbows to look into Hyde's face.

They were still holding hands.

“You mean as your flatmate? Or new plaything?”

He said it with a grin, but Hyde could not get rid of the feeling that he was trying to cover up already that the answer might hurt him.

“None of that”, he disagreed and used his free hand to push back a lock of hair behind yasu's ear.

Someone who could see him would surely be worth the risk.

Yasu's face lit up, his smile started showing again, although his eyes still looked a little puffy from crying.

“You mean as the b-word? The thing I'm not allowed to call you?”

Hyde rolled his eyes and tilted his head back with a chuckle.

“No, I just changed my mind. Please, go somewhere else, I don't want to introduce an idiot like you.”

Yasu ignored his words and leaned in to place a short kiss on Hyde's lips.

It felt very tender and – weirdly enough – not scary at all.

“I would love to be your b-word”, he said affectionately.

* * *

It had started with someone who mentioned they hadn't seen each other in a long time and Hyde being too polite to decline. More people had invited themselves, and suddenly he was organizing a private party without remembering to even have said a single word about it.

Now there were seven of them sitting in his living room and Hyde hadn't so much as opened his mouth in about half an hour. That was for how long his beer had been empty already.

“No, no, no!”, yasu just shouted laughingly.

His cheeks looked flushed and his eyes were glistening over a wide smile.

He felt almost angry that the younger man seemed to enjoy himself, while Hyde just waited for everyone to leave.

“Their first release was good, too, but their second one is glorious.”

Of course they were talking about music.

All those little meetings ended up with discussing music for he only ever met with people from the industry.

Hyde had an opinion on the topic, too, but he kept it to himself. He didn't want to fight for attention, it was so exhausting and not worth the trouble after all.

“You might have a point”, someone agreed.

Yasu had already made himself likeable it seemed.

Hyde shouldn't be angry at him for that, he should be happy that he got along with his friends so well. It made him feel lonely again, though.

A little pause followed that statement and Hyde took the opportunity to fulfil his duties as host.

“Anyone wants something more to drink?”, he asked.

It was expected of him to say this sentence a few times during the evening, so he could speak it without worrying about being interrupted.

A short count proved that five more beers were needed.

Yasu got up before him.

“I'll get them, I'll get them”, he proclaimed, leaving for the kitchen.

Hyde stared after him.

His butt looked great in the tight pants.

He had introduced him to the others as nothing in particular, had not even called him his friend, had just announced his name and that of his band and then sat down next to someone else instead.

Still, it was obvious that he was living here, and he was sure it was easy to guess about everything else.

The man next to him nudged Hyde in the side in a fashion that felt way too intimate.

“Cute thing you got yourself, congrats”, he complimented.

It was the first time Hyde felt like he was allowed into the circle of men. He felt disgusted.

“Yep”, someone else agreed, who had obviously overheard the comment. “Make him straighten out his teeth and get rid of the mole on his cheek, and he's as fuckable as any woman.”

There was roaring laughter and clattering from the kitchen.

His guests were tipsy already, but nonetheless he wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up. He wanted to tell them not to talk about yasu that way, that he was perfect the way he looked and on top of that so much more than just someone to sleep with.

But he knew that no one would take him serious, because they never did.

Instead he got up and announced flatly:

“I'll see if I can help.”

He fled from the living room, new waves of laughter behind him that did not intend to be cruel, but sounded like it nonetheless.

Behind himself he closed the kitchen door.

Yasu had already gotten the beer out of the refrigerator and was now leaning against the kitchen counter he had placed it on.

For a moment Hyde just enjoyed the silence of the room that was filled by no one but them.

“I'm sorry, if you heard”, he said quietly then.

Facing him yasu shrugged lightly.

He did not seem eager to get back either.

“It doesn't matter.”

After another silent pause he touched his own cheek thoughtfully.

Hyde rarely saw him not smiling, but right now his expression was serious.

“Do you mind?”, he asked absently. “I mean, I knew about the teeth, but I never thought about this.”

He let his hand sink back from his face.

Hyde crossed the distance between them, until they were standing very close together.

Gently he cupped the back of yasu's head, pulling him a bit closer even.

“I like your teeth, because you have the prettiest smile I've ever seen”, he explained calmly. “And I like this mole.”

He leaned in and kissed yasu's cheek softly, brushing his lips over it until they reached his ear.

“And I want to use it as a target mark when I cum onto your face”, he added.

Against him yasu shivered a bit and he could sense a hand slipping down his back and squeezing his his butt.

“You know”, yasu whispered back without looking at him directly. “Yesterday you came inside of me so deep, that I could still feel your semen dripping out of me this morning. My panties got all sticky.”

This time it was Hyde who had to exhale soundly.

“I don't want to go back in there”, owned up lowly.

“No?”, yasu mumbled back, his face now resting against Hyde's shoulder.

With his hand still on his ass he pulled him a bit closer.

“No”, he confirmed. “I'd rather take you right here on the kitchen counter. I'd make you scream so loud they wouldn't be able to continue with their stupid talks.”

Yasu chuckled against him and his warm breath tingled on his neck.

“We'd better go back now”, he said. “You're giving me a boner.”

Hyde sighed but took a step backwards.

It wasn't so much that there were people around, but the fact that they were his guest. He didn't want to be a bad host.

“I hope they leave soon”, he groaned and took the first half of beer cans, leaving the rest to yasu.

The younger vocalist shrugged as he pushed open the kitchen door.

“They don't mean bad, you know. They just don't think about what they're saying.”

With another quiet sigh Hyde followed him back into the living room.

He had never liked it much when people talked without thinking about it.

The beer was welcomed warmly and someone shouted happily:

“Look, our two pretty boys are back.”

Hyde caught yasu's gaze, before he sat down.

His lips were twisted into a hidden smirk and he shook his head slightly.

Hyde was glad that his thoughts had been heard without voicing for a change.

The atmosphere was getting from tipsy to somewhat drunk fast now, and the topic of the conversation slid from music into sex like it usually did.

He hated this part even more.

“She was just crazy about my dick”, someone bragged.

Hyde wasn't even paying attention to who was speaking in the first place.

He looked at yasu. Although he did not look back at him he could see the smirk again that seemed to say dryly“sure she was”.

“Are you getting laid properly, Hyde?”, a voice close to his ear shouted and a hand slammed down on his back.

He flinched.

People looked at him as if they were expecting him to say something, but he knew that their curiosity wouldn't last until he had the right words ready and inside his mind he started to panic.

“With a face like that you never had trouble finding someone”, someone else laughed.

Hyde thought about with how many people in this room he had had sex already.

The conclusion he drew could have been worse, but it could also have been better. In one case he didn't even remember exactly what had happened. He was pretty sure he had touched his dick, though.

Without even waiting for a statement from him the voices around continued with their endless babbling.

Yasu rolled his eyes at him and somehow that made him feel calmer.

Yasu could still see him, even if the voices around them were droning loudly.

“The thought of two pretty guys like you together must get a lot of people very excited”, someone joked.

Hyde felt awkward and like there was nothing he could say to that to make it less uncomfortable.

He felt weirdly objectified.

“Well, it sure gets me excited!”, yasu exclaimed and threw back his head to laugh widely.

Everyone joined in with his laughter.

For him it never seemed difficult to find the right words. The jokes seemed to sit loosely on his tongue, ready to jump out at exactly the right pace. He never seemed to think about it too much, either.

“It must be nice. But...”

Hyde could hear all the things that got him angry about men in that single “but”.

He caught yasu's gaze and shrugged lightly.

“...it's probably not very satisfying. Maybe you should call me to join you two, if you ever need a real dick.”

Again, there was laughter all around.

Yasu did not laugh, though, although he managed a small smile.

Hyde was tired of faking those small smiles.

Something inside of him snapped.

He was used to stay silent through annoying shit like this, but this time he felt the need to speak up. For himself it never seemed worth the trouble, but now it was also yasu who was listening.

It felt like going up on stage. He held a responsibility towards his audience.

Very suddenly he got up.

Everyone stared at him and the unexpected motion made them all go quiet for a brief moment.

It was his chance to finally make a point, he had to chose his words wisely.

“Suck my fake dick”, he said.

No one gasped, but they looked at him in confusion instead.

Only yasu gave a soft snicker, not as surprised as anyone else.

He had been the only one who had been aware of Hyde at all.

“Obviously I don't have a real one, but if it looks like the mental dick you just took out, then I sure as hell don't want it”, he carried on calmly.

The anger stayed out of his voice mostly, but alone the fact that he spoke so fluently betrayed that he was really upset.

“And now get out of my apartment, all of you. I'm sick of this shit”, he concluded.

Yasu clapped his hands one time loudly as if wanting to add emphasis to his words.

No one seemed as shocked as Hyde had hoped they would, but when he looked down into their faces one after another he could tell that they were confused.

“Chill, Hyde. We were only joking”, someone tried to sooth him.

It did nothing as such.

“Yasu and me treat each other like equals, we are supportive of each other and have sex that is very satisfying for both parties. You...”

He pointed to the man that had told him to chill.

“Always brag about your one night stands, but obviously it's only because you're so awful in bed that no woman wants to do it with you a second time.”

He turned and pointed to the man that was sitting next to him and had touched his back earlier.

He was so fed up from all the years he had just listened, that he was almost enjoying to let it all out now.

It was like a performance. Everyone was just watching him, and even if they could not see the real Hyde underneath, at least they could see all of his anger.

“With you I know from first hand experience that you are too goddamn stupid to put on a fucking condom. By the way, it wasn't even worth the trouble. And you...”

He felt pleased to see the guy who offered the service of his real dick in the first place flinch as he pointed to him now.

“...blushed like a little teenage virgin when I touched your dick. So I really don't see how you're in a position of joking about anything. Just shut the fuck up and get out of here. Right. Now.”

He stretched his arms and bowed a little as if he had just finished a song.

Spontaneously yasu burst out into applause.

“You tell them, Hyde!”, he cried and nearly fell back, because he was laughing so hard.

It made the situation feel ridiculous, but then Hyde was glad that it did.

It was ridiculous and he just felt tired.

The first two musicians were scrambling to their feet already, although irritation still hung in the air all around.

“I don't know what's gotten into you”, someone scolded him. “You're being rude.”

“Yeah”, Hyde nodded considering it. “Yeah, I am and I don't give a fuck. I just want you all to leave already.”

Probably he would apologize later on, message them in private, or politely ask for forgiveness the next time they met at an event. Right now, he didn't care.

Relieved he chuckled when he heard the front door fall shut behind the last one of their visitors.

He hadn't even bothered to take them to the door.

Yasu had gotten up as well, watching him with a cheeky smile.

“What was that?”, Hyde asked still grinning.

He felt so relieved, like a great pressure had been lifted of his chest.

The voices had gone silent, even if it was just for a little while.

“I don't know”, yasu shook his head. “But I'm so turned on right now.”

He stepped over the pillows and empty beer cans, their lips nearly crashing, falling into each other as they kissed.

He had his hand in yasu's hair and yasu had his hand under his shirt while they stumbled over to the bedroom without letting go of one another.

Hyde's shirt hit the floor, then yasu's followed. The pants were off before they even reached the bed.

Yasu was scratching his skin again and Hyde was biting his neck, and then they were on the sheets, their naked bodies pressed to each other.

Everything else stopped mattering.

He had said the words that needed to be said and now his head was empty. The only important thing now was yasu's smile and the shape of his body.

It was true what he had said. He felt comfortable and supported around him, he felt like being himself was safe.

Maybe it should always feel like that, but Hyde couldn't remember the last time he had felt safe with someone. He had constantly felt like it would be over as soon as he opened his mouth and actually voiced his thoughts. Maybe it had been different when he was still younger, maybe he had just forgotten how to trust and needed to learn all over again.

His kisses had become less greedy now, but deeper. His hands had come to rest with calmer caresses and their tongues were circling each other in a slow dance.

He was sitting on yasu's stomach, nailing him to the bed with a leg to each side of him.

For a moment they stopped kissing and only their breath entwined between their lips, leaving room for whispers and confessions.

He ran his hand over yasu's arm, over his wrist and his palm until he found his fingers and interlaced them with his own.

“Gently today”, yasu whispered. “I just want to be close to you.”

Hyde leaned his forehead against yasu's and closed his eyes.

“I hear you”, he confirmed.

“I see you”, yasu returned.

This acknowledgement felt like warm honey in his veins. Someone was aware of him. Not of his image or of his presence, just of his pure being.

With his free hand Hyde reached behind himself, taking hold of yasu's dick gently.

Regrettably he had a lot of practice at this, so he took only some deep breaths, relaxing his body, before he guided yasu's erection towards his own butt and lowered himself onto it very carefully.

He couldn't remember the last time he had actually wanted to feel a man inside of himself, but he wanted it now. It wasn't that he disliked the feeling of it in general, it was just that most men were way too eager to put it in.

With yasu it was different.

He didn't even comment on the unannounced change of roles. Instead he just moaned softly as he sunk into Hyde and the grip of his hand tightened around his own.

Hyde started to move his hips, feeling yasu's hot dick slide in and out intensely. It made his whole body fill with warm fever, but it was not so much the touch that aroused him, but the feeling of being as close to the other man as possible.

It was slow and lazy, with their foreheads still touching and his hand pressing yasu's to the mattress.  

Yasu's other hand was stroking softly over his thigh and low moans drifted off from Hyde's lips. They did not talking today at all.

There was comfort in the silence disturbed only by their heavy breathing. It just assured him of the fact that everything was clear between them and there was a mutual understanding between them that did not needed clarifying through words.

He could feel yasu's body moving underneath him, learning to know him better and better by now.

Inside he could feel him twitch slightly now and then, his whole being throbbing in the rhythm of a heartbeat he seemed to share with yasu for a while.

The other's hand was now trailing from his thigh down to his dick.

There wasn't much space left between them, because Hyde was still leaning forward to bring their faces close together, but yasu still managed to close his fingers around his hard-on.

He moaned a little louder now under the touch.

Since they were going so slow it was easy for yasu to match the even rhythm, making him feel good in a way that was neither heated nor greedy, but still very exciting.

He kept going for a while until he allowed himself to ejaculate between yasu's fingers, but even then he continued with the motions of his hips.

It felt nice to have him inside, nice to hear him moan so close to his own lips, nice to sense nothing but the warmth and the quiet.

“I...”, yasu started, but Hyde put out his hand to cover his mouth.

He didn't want their silence to be spoiled.

Instead he just lowered his hips some more, holding the position until he felt yasu releasing himself into him. He thought it would be nice to feel his heat lingering inside of him a little bit longer.

Then he rolled to the side, parting from yasu's body.

The other vocalist followed his example, turning towards him, their legs weirdly entangled and their noses almost touching.

No one said a word and Hyde could feel his own heartbeat slowing down until they became two separate creatures again.

“Thanks for not making it weird”, he said.

“There is nothing weird about it”, yasu disagreed. “There is just you and me.”

“You and me”, Hyde repeated. “I like the sound of that.”

“Does that mean you'll break your own rules?”

Hyde said nothing.

They lay there so quietly that for a while he wondered if yasu might have fallen asleep.

“I just don't know about this”, Hyde finally picked up talking again.

He was speaking quietly as if that could tune out the guilt in his voice.

“I'm not him”, yasu reminded him mildly. “I'm not any of them.”

Hyde sighed and the sound seemed to be swallowed somewhere between yasu's lips, because he was so close.

“I'm scared you might become them”, he admitted. “They always take a part of me with them, when they leave.”

He didn't remember the last time he had owned up to being scared.

“Mmh”, yasu made a thoughtful noise. “I'll take your eyebrows then, okay?”

The joke came so unexpected that Hyde had to chuckle against his will.

“What do you want my eyebrows for?”

Their faces were so close he could not really see yasu's expression clearly, but he imagined that he was smiling widely again.

“First of all you'll look like a creepy grandma without them. So, if I disappoint you, too, at least you'll be safe from men afterwards. Also, taking your eyebrows will hurt less than taking your heart, I suppose.”

Hyde smiled, too.

“And if I want to keep my eyebrows?”, he teased.

“Then I'll stay”, yasu whispered and kissed him shortly on the lips.

They were so close that he hardly had to move for it at all.

“Okay”, he mumbled back. “Okay.”

“I know you're still insecure about committing again, so I won't pressure you”, yasu promised. “You don't have to call me your boyfriend now, if it makes you feel uncomfortable. We have all the time you need.”

The sound of the word boyfriend did make Hyde feel somewhat uncomfortable. It sounded so much like being vulnerable again.

But it did not change anything about the fact how he felt about yasu.

“At least out loud I won't say...”

Yasu kissed him to swallow the rest of the sentence and fill the room with silence again, that now seemed to hold a lot of meaning.

I'm in love.

#yasu why did you leave? #yasu #acid black cherry #Hyde #Vamps #fanfic #Hyde x Yasu #fanfiction #Janne Da Arc #L'Arc~en~Ciel #part 3

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The Akomish Boy

Warning: May contain slight spoiler for InFamous and Assassin’s Creed.

Rating: T for swearing and defacing of public property.

Genre: Humor and friendship.

Summary: In his search of the Assassin’s hideout, Desmond ends up in Seattle and meets the local delinquent, Delsin Rowe.

Other warning: This happens before InFamous: Second son and after Fucked up shit. We are in 2015. There is also slights references to the first two Infamous.

Word count: 1759 words (There. Finally wrote something longer than Are you okay?)

This was a start. He made himself a false ID, bandaged his damaged arm, (okay, what the fuck happened to it?), nobody knew he came back to life (seriously, WTF happened?), and he was now searching for an assassin hideout, currently residing in a little hotel in Seattle. Now, he just needed to get out of there and fast before Abstergo found him. There were already armed people in weird armors patrolling around there, and he didn’t need to be arrested for some kind of weird shit. And it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing since he woke up.

Seriously, he came back to life about two year ago. And he still had no idea of how it happened. Probably because of some Precursor bullshit. He just remembered opening his eyes, panicking in an enclosed space, a golden light, suddenly falling somewhere (which turned out to be an almost empty dumpster), finding out that something happened to his arm and meeting Alex, who told about a virus outbreak in Manhattan and that he had been dead for 5 months. Nice.

And now, he was hiding in a shitty hotel in Seattle, trying to gather informations about where he could find just one assassin (he had no lead right now), he had already been seen by Templars once (it was an accident that had been immediately taken care of) and they were weird soldiers everywhere. He had heard they called themselves the “DUP” (Shaun would probably have lost his shit at that), but that was about it. He didn’t go out of his hotel room often for safety reasons. And because he didn’t feel in his place with other people anymore. For a strange reason, he felt himself much closer to Alex than he felt toward fellow human beings, even if Alex wasn’t human anymore.

Desmond groaned. He needed to go out sooner or later. So, he put on his hoodie, avoided talking to other people and those... DUP agents as much as he could, and set out to explore the city and what was surrounding it. He needed to know the fastest way to escape the city by himself if the need arose. He saw a wood when coming there. That could be fun.

After a lengthy discussion, Reggie had successfully convinced Delsin that tagging a DUP board for the hell of it was an horrible idea. Which is exactly why he (Delsin) would do it. He was the champion of horrible ideas after all. He was the local delinquent! And so, with a stripped black and white hoodie, a scarf to hide his face, and his bag full of tools to successfully tag a thing, he set out for Seattle, searching for the perfect board to tag. 

Turns out, he should have listened to his brother. He was caught by the police in the middle of tagging a board, and was now running for his freedom toward the longhouse. He succeeded with losing them. For now. He needed to go back to the longhouse and change clothes. Good. Now, he just needed a believable alibi. Come on, Delsin, find a good alibi...

And that alibi came in the form of crashing in with a guy who was walking around. “God dammit” - “Can’t you watch were you’re going-” “You’re the one who crashed into me-” - “Sorry ‘bout that, I’m being chased by the police” - “You’re what” - ”THERE HE IS!” The two men turned toward the police officier who yelled. “AND HE HAS AN ACCOMPLICE!” Delsin froze a moment before feeling being dragged by his hood by the other guy. He quickly struggled before following him. He seemed to know where he was going.

“Hey!” The other guy addressed Delsin. “Do you know where we could hide?” Apparently, he did not know where they where going. Didn’t stop Delsin from nodding. “I know a place where we can go?” “Seriously?” “Yeah. You see the Akomish reserve?” “Uh... the place where they stuffed an entire tribe of American natives?” “Yeah! I’m one of their members. I bring you into my house and we can change clothes there.” “Fine with me. Where should I go?”

They found the longhouse and, after some technical difficulty with dressing the other one differently (he really didn’t want to change in front of Delsin) they were now constructing an alibi: Delsin had invited a friend in the longhouse and they had stayed inside for most of the day. Since not a lot of people had seen Delsin today, not a lot would question it. “Okay, now we just need to avoid Reggie-” “ARE YOU KIDDING ME, DELSIN?!” “I don’t know who “Reggie” is, but something tell me we failed lamentably concerning avoiding him.” “Oh, you have no idea.” “The police called me earlier. Can you please tell me why you tagged a DUP board?!” “... For the hell of it?” 

“Kid, you have balls and I don’t know if it’s a good thing.” “Hey, I’m 21!” “28. Try again.” “Seriously? I’d only give you 24, 25 at most.” “Seriously?” “Yeah.” “Delsin,” the two looked at Reggie, who was horribly confused. “who is this?” “He’s... uh...” “Desmond.” The two Rowe brothers looked at him. “My name is Desmond. I’m just passing through.” “It’s nice to meet you, Desmond.” Delsin didn’t even miss a beat. “Welcome to the Akomish longhouse. I’m Delsin. And this is my brother, Reggie. He’s part of the police.” Desmond looked at Reggie. “You’re gonna?...” “It depends on how I feel today. What’s your alibi?” “I invited a friend over. Desmond is said friend over. I really just met him while I was running to the longhouse. He has nothing to do with it, but the police is convinced he’s my accomplice.” “Okay, I’m going to cover you both.” “YES!” “BUT JUST THIS TIME, DELSIN!”

“So, you woke up from a coma two years ago? And you have difficulty remembering certain things?” “Yeah, kind of... which means I’m not exactly up to date, and I would appreciate some info on what the fuck is happening around here. Like that... DUP?” Turns out, Delsin and Desmond got along very well. They started talking like they were long-life friends while Reggie was helping them. It stuck. Desmond told him stories of some of his ancestors, his life when he was still a bartender at Bad Weather, and Delsin told him of his life at the longhouse and his aspirations to become street artist. Right now, he liked to tag boards for the hell of it, but he felt he was starting to find a style. And it wasn’t like a prestigious art school was going to make some no-name Akomish one of their students. And Delsin was the first person since Alex that Desmond met that felt... correct. Close. Comfortable.

“Okay... how am I supposed to explain this?... Uh... Okay. Get comfortable, because this is going to be complicated. About four years ago, these guys, I think they call themselves “Conduits” started appearing left and right. These... Conduits had weird powers, man. Some could teleport, others could become monsters, some could create some kind of armor around them, and the rest could channel... things? I don’t really know, the one me and Reggie saw the most on TV could control lightning. So, the government created a unit made specifically to deal with the Conduits, who were re-labelled has Bio-Terrorists and they are now being systematically put in prison. That’s the DUP. The organization, I mean. Not the... Bio... Terrorists...” Delsin stopped talking. Desmond didn’t seemed to be listening anymore. It was more like he was deep in thought.

Finally, the older man spoke. “What’s your opinion?” “Uh?” “On the whole Conduits deal, I mean.” “There’s not a lot of them in Seattle, so yeah, I can’t exactly give you my opinion. Your thoughts? And you may want to call them Bio-Terrorists, man. Or the yellow guys will suspect you’re one.” “... You said they started to appear around four years ago, right?” “Yeah, there was a weird accident that gave people superpowers. Something happened during the first year that made their overall number go down, but that didn’t change a lot of things for the DUP.” “... So it’s not their fault. Something happened to them and they get imprisoned for it instead of receiving help.” “To the government credits, some of them stirred up a lot of shit with their powers during the first year.” “But not all of them. I can see why the government would imprison the criminals in a special prison, but, every single one of them?! It’s basic human rights! They can’t just do that!”

“Wow. You’re really passionate about a subject that you just learned about.” “... You know Abstergo?” “The pharmaceutic company that also makes crappy video games?” “Yeah, that one. The number of conspiracies that I’ve read about them, you won’t believe me. My personal favorite is the one where they’re actually an really ancient order controlling the government and out to control the earth where they actually date from the third Crusades.” “Oh god, I’ve bought from the Illuminati.” “I’m serious. The worst is that these guys presented enough proof for it to be believable. I haven’t bought a box of Ibuprofen since I’ve read about it.” “Wow. Talk about paranoid.” “So yeah. Knowing about that kind of shit gave me the necessary willpower to stand against anti liberty of expression bullshit.”

“Hey, Desmond.” The new friends turned toward Reggie. “The police has been gone for five minutes now. You can go back to do... whatever you were doing before you’ve met Delsin.” “Okay, thanks.” Delsin decided to escort Desmond back to the exit. “So... yeah. Take care of yourself.” “I’m just missing one thing.” “Hm?” “Why didn’t I know about the whole Conduit thing? Four years ago was in 2011, and I’ve been comatose since 2012!” “You did say you had memory loss. I think you simply forgot about it.” “Yeah... probably...” Now that he thought about it, Desmond seemed to remember some kind of deal on the medias about Conduits. His time at abstergo probably made him forgot. Oh well. “And who knows, maybe you’ve forgot about being a Conduit!” “I hope not! Farewell, Delsin!” “Bye, man!” And, as Desmond got further and further away, Delsin decided to make a research about Abstergo. Nothing too profound, just a quick research. 

And he ended up falling on Erudito’s website. You know the rest.

“Delsin, what are you doing? It’s two in the morning.” “Flushing Ibuprofen down the toilet.” “DELSIN NO-”

Something cheerier than what I do normally. I thought that Desmond learning about the Conduits and him trying to subtly influence Delsin into being suspicious of Abstergo would be fun to write. I was right. Desmond is lying through his teeth. And no, I am not going to explain how he came back from the death any time soon. Until then!

#assassin's creed #infamous second son #desmond miles #delsin rowe #reggie rowe

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Green Eyes and Tea

Anon said:  I love love love your writing!! If it doesn't trouble you, how bout a coffeeshop au prompt?

and then

😅😅😅 forgot to specify that the prompt was for a hernst fic (though feel free to take over with another ship if you'd like I don't mind)

Sorry i’ve been gone forever. Julius Caesar really takes the shit out of me. And i’m applying to California State Summer School of the Arts atm so that’s eating up all my time (if you’re going too HMU but if not just enjoy this fic (finally))

“Okay but, who does he think he is,” Hanschen asked with an annoyed voice.

Melchior looked up from the machine he was cleaning half heartedly and at his coworker. The blond was supposed to be wiping off the counter but his hands had frozen in their place and he was glaring at another man sitting peacefully at a booth. “What?” He asked Hanschen. “Are you talking about me or...?”

“No, I'm talking about HIM,” He glowered, poison in his tone. He pointed at “He comes in here every single Wednesday night at nine and leaves at ten-thirty, thirty minutes before we close. And he just sits in that booth and draws….”

The brunette looked over to the small booth across the room from the counter. He hadn’t even noticed before Hanschen pointed him out. He wasn’t too old, maybe even close to their age, so mid twenties or so. He hadn’t ordered anything, so he was just sitting there in the booth, his eyes cast down at the notepad on the table.

Melchior looked away from the stranger and to the clock, which read 10:20. “Well, I hope he leaves soon…. I have plans tonight.”

“He will, he always does,” Hanschen whispered before going back to work wiping down their workspace.

Hearing the annoyance in his voice, Melchior finished cleaning out the cappuccino machine and slowly walked over to his coworker. “Why does it bug you so much?”

“What do you mean?”

A smirk spread before Melchior continued. “Why does him being here annoy you? He’s not hurting anyone or doing anything.”

Hanschen’s silence and downcast gaze spoke volumes. Melchior just smirked as he put together what was going on. “Oh….so you have a thing for him.”

“Shhh!” He hissed, blue eyes flickering to the stranger to make sure he hadn’t heard. “Shut up, Melchi.”

“I’m just glad he doesn’t come in when we have other actual customers in here. You’d never get anything done.”

The bell at the door sounded, causing both men to look up and notice the stranger just as he was turning to walk down the empty street. The storefront was practically empty now, besides Hanschen and Melchior, who were both watching the man disappear under streetlights.

“You are SO talking to him next week,” Melchior scoffed, I’ll be sure of it. “

The next week was quite possibly the slowest of Hanschen’s life. The wait for Wednesday to come and bring the stranger was almost too much to bear. He thought it would never come. Until he was scrubbing the pastry case at 8:56 on Wednesday night and heard the bell sound.

He didn’t move or look up before Melchior sprung into action, running to a machine and going to work in putting together a drink.

“What are you doing?” Hanschen hissed, now looking over at his curly haired coworker.

But before another word could be exchanged, Melchior slammed a paper cup down onto the counter in front of them.

“Take this to the kid,” He said in a knowing tone. “And try to say something. Anything.”

For a few moments, all Hanschen could do was stare in shock. “What are you-”

“It’s a vanilla latte, because he looks like the vanilla type. It’s also soy just in case he’s vegan or something. And it’s on me.”

Hanschen couldn’t stop to think of what to say to the stranger, he was too ecstatic about the idea of talking to him. He had already imagined what his voice would sound like. Smooth, airy, angelic. But his reply to whatever that voice would say was still sort of fuzzy when he set the drink down in front of him.

The stranger was startled by the movement before pulling out one of his earbuds and looking up at Hanschen with the biggest green eyes he’d ever seen. Now that he was closer, Hanschen could see he must’ve been no older than twenty with freckles covering his entire face and not a single hair on it. Unlike Hanschen, who was now in the early stubble phases of a beard.

And the stranger was thin, with scrawny wrists and a long neck. The thin body just drowned in the sea that was his soft yellow sweater with a few flecks of what seemed to be paint on the sleeves.

He moved a mop of brown waves out of his hair to speak. “Uh...I didn’t order anything.”

“Uh...it's um….on the house,” Hanschen stammered out when he realized he was right. His voice was light and angelic, floating through the air.

He looked up at Hanschen with his mouth upturned into a smile. “Oh….well thanks but….what is it?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” The blond stuttered. “It's a soy vanilla latte….on the house. “

The stranger paused to push a wave of brown hair out of his face. “Wow, this is really really amazing and thank you so much but, I can't drink coffee.”

“What?”

A blush raised to Hanschen's pale face as he continued. “Yeah, I'm allergic.”

Hanschen didn't even know someone could be allergic to coffee. But he didn't ask on. He just felt his cheeks and ears turn pink. “Oh….uh….s-sorry….”

When he came rushing back to the front counter with his gaze cast down and the coffee still in his hand, Melchior looked rightfully confused. “What happened, Hansi?”

“He's fucking allergic!” The older replied in a hushed hiss. “He's allergic to coffee!”

“Who's allergic to coffee?” Melchior scoffed and watched the man stand and hustle out of the store, about twenty minutes earlier than normal.

Hanschen didn't reply, just watched as the stranger walked down the street. His long legs carried him down the street until he was out of view.

Even though Hanschen had only looked at the stranger up close for a few seconds, he felt as though his image was glued to his eyelids. Soft tan skin glowing under the light of the street. Freckles dotted all over his face like comets. He was sure there was something special about that boy.

But why couldn't he think of anything to say.

Not that he could say anything now. Not after he made a complete fool of himself with the vanilla latte. He found himself dreading Wednesdays now, for the first time ever.

8:57. He was staring at his hands like they were foreign objects scrubbing away at the blender. He didn't dare look at the door when he heard it open. He didn't even dare look up after Melchior elbowed him.

“Listen, Melchi, can you close up tonight I think I need to go home earl-”

“Hanschen,  you have a customer.”

When the blond finally looked up, he found himself meeting gaze with the clearest pair of light green eyes he'd ever seen. They were the color of sea foam with flecks of brown around the pupil and they were staring directly at Hanschen.

“Hi,” the stranger muttered. Although his fingers were playing with the lose earbuds hanging from his neck, he kept his gaze locked on Hanschen. All this eye contact was awfully confident for someone that couldn't have been more than 130 pounds. And yet it still made Hanschen's stomach erupt into butterflies. “Is it too late to order?”

After a moment to collect himself and realize that this wasn't a vision or a gaze into an alternate dimension where angels walk on earth, Hanschen replied. “Oh no….of course not! What can I get you?”

“Not for you at least,” he heard Melchior mumble under his break before disappearing into the back room.

“Two medium green teas please.  For here. “

“Anything else?” Hanschen asked as he punched the order into the cashier, knowing full well it was on the house.

“Yeah uh….” The stranger smiled politely before turning what Hanschen almost thought was a shade of pink. “Would you like to come share them with me?”

At first, he had thought he had died and this was possibly all an elaborate dream before his soul left his body. But after a few moments of being alive and fully conscious, he decided that it wasn't.

And the stranger was staring him down waiting for a reply.

“Sure!” He spat out finally. “Let me just uh…make them and….”

“Cool. I'll be in the usual spot,” he almost snickered back. He was just as giddy as Hanschen. Maybe even more. “By the way, call me Ernst. “

#hernst #Hanschen Rilow #Ernst Robel #hanschen/ernst #hans rilow #hanschen #hanschen x ernst #Ernst #modern au #spring awakening #spring awakening fic #dwsa #Deaf West #deaf west spring awakening #deaf awakening #fic #fanfic #oneshot #coffee shop #au #KILL ME

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NSFW #03: Not Like You

“Say hey, EWC Faithful! Welcome to beautiful sunny California! Check it out, we saved so much cash on the way here that we splurged and rented us a beach house!” “And I’m sleeping on the couch.” The camera swiveled around momentarily to focus on a neat little cottage on the beach with a teal paint job and pink trim that boasted one bedroom, one bathroom, a common room, a kitchen, and a back deck (and an adorable, if perhaps slightly overdone, mermaid-based decor theme). A cute little place, really, even if the presence of three people relegated one to the fold-out. Still, a small private stretch of beach was included, and that’s what was arguably the most important part. After lingering a second on the house, the camera swooped back around to focus on NSFW themselves, both smartly clad in swim trunks and NSFW tank tops, sunglasses, and in Bishop’s case, swim floaties. Their noses were coated in Zinka sunscreen, orange and green respectively. There was a sandwich board planted in the sand before them, but it was covered up by a official new, hot for the summer, NSFW beach towel. “I told him he didn’t fuckin’ have to, but he insisted. THAT is the kind of stand-up fuckin’ guy your TV Champion is, Faithful. Eat your hearts out.” “It would be unforward of me considering.” “Yeah I know, but the couch’s a fold out and we TOTALLY coulda… anyway. We ain’t talkin’ bout the ever-lively TV Championship scene today. Today, we are gonna start off by talkin’ a little bit about our beloved Tag Team division in general. And we even made a nice clear visual aid.” Grabbing the towel- only $15.99 plus S&H, order now and get a free pair of NSFW arm floaties AND a set of five fidget spinners!- Mike whipped it off in a dramatic flourish, revealing its bold text to the world. The camera lingered long enough for it to be easily read. Finally pulling back to them, Mike planted the phone onto a tripod and backed up, standing as always at her partner’s right hand side, arms folded and a small smirk on her face. John tapped his fingers on top of the wooden board. “We share this with our colleagues with only the intention of inspiration. But maybe being called to the carpet evokes different king of feeling.” John looked over to Mike with a fond expression as if saying ‘Take it from here.’ “If this pisses you guys off? Good. Maybe it’ll light a goddamn fire under your asses. We said from the moment we came here that we wanna spark a revolution. A fuckin’ Renaissance. Bring this division back from the dead. WORK WITH US, PEOPLE. We want to make this division worth seeing. Shit, we want our tag division to be SO good that we get butts in seats just to see us.” She made a circular gesture, indicating she meant ‘us’ as a collective, the tag division entire, before dropping her hand back to her side and sighing. “Come on, guys. Cooperate.” The TV champ nodded in agreement. “Last week was the epitome of what the tag team division should be. Two teams. Lutter. Kross. Mike and I still think you’re a poor judge of character. But Kross and you showed just how deep your convictions lie. You are professional wrestling through and through, and NSFW was wrong. Let’s bring about this Renaissance together.” Mike grinned widely, bouncing back on the heels of her bare feet slightly. “Y’know, there’s this country song that goes ‘Lovin’ You Is Fun’. Well, Nos, I gotta say thatFightin’ You Is Fun, and I really hope we get to do it again sometime.” “But that was last week. The new Assistant General Manager has a sense of humor seemingly...” His voice trailed off. He seemed lost in thought or he lost what he was about to say. “And...there are no rules this time.” Mike looked up at him, her brow furrowing in mild concern. She didn’t say anything, but her expression was clearly asking if he was alright. “And... our opponents, no strangers to each other are…complicit…” “They’re a couple of crazy fucks, is what they are. I mean, Church, what do you even make of, as that cranky-ass lazy dickhole Bennet would say, these sons-a-bitches? I mean, I’m pretty sure at least one of them is seriously fuckin’ unhinged.” John looked at her again, this time with an expression Mike had actually not seen in months at least in relation to professional wrestling. “They seem nice.” Holding up a finger, Mike walked over to the phone and turned the camera off for the time being, and turning back to their partner, finally gave voice to their concern. “Bud, are you okay? You haven’t said that in ages and you seem kinda… I dunno. Off? Talk to me. Tell me what’s up.” John took off his shades and looked directly at them. “I don’t know what you mean.” Mike took theirs off as well, looking back at him with a bit of a frown, shaking their head. “That ain’t gonna work, Church. I know you too good by now.” John averted his eyes from her gaze. “Well.” “And when’s the last time you corrected my goddamn grammar? Look. Real fucking talk. We’re supposed to trust each other. If there’s a problem I wanna help, you KNOW that. So. Please. If something’s wrong, would you please tell me? We’ll work it out. We can do anything.” Mike comes closer, reaching out and resting a hand on his arm. They were allowed to do this now (a level of mutual comfort they felt more grateful for than they could say) but they knew it’d get him to focus on them. They looked up, dark green eyes almost pleading with him to be open with them. John sighed. “I’m not like you. Mike. I told you that I’d uphold the integrity of this sport by staying in the bounds of the rules. But I’m not David. I’m not Natalie. But it looks good. It looks like I’m taking a stand.” And he shook his head. He struggled to find his words and Mike lightly squeezed his forearm. “But it’s something you don’t say for public consumption. Because it’s like chum in the water. I’m no righteous defender of the sport. I’m...afraid. Afraid of the mindset it takes to go beyond what has been given to me.” John raised brought up hands, palms facing towards him. “That fear makes me a coward. Unable to act. Confirming the criticisms. Getting in your way. Causing you harm. Last time this came up, I watched you stagger about afterwards unable to tell me what state we were in. That was my inaction. My cowardice.” Mike listened. They may have the reputation of a loudmouth, but whenever John spoke, Mike always gave him their full attention, no matter what else they may be doing. They listened until he was finished. Then they wrapped her arms around him, squeezing and staying there a moment before stepping back. “Don’t ever say that. You are not a coward, John, you hear me? You’re… shit. You’re the most fucking noble, upright person I’ve ever met. Anything that happens to me, don’t blame yourself for that. I get myself in a shitton of trouble on my own. So yeah. You’re not like anybody else. So what? I LIKE that you aren’t like me. I like that you’re like you. And if you don’t want to use weapons? You don’t have to. I’m hardcore enough for both of us.” They gave a slightly wavering little ‘heh’, probably to lighten the mood a bit. “Besides. You’ve bent the rules a little before. In Oakland.” He shuffled his feet in the sand. “I don’t remember such a thing.” His tone was coy. So perhaps a good sign. “You did though. You jumped off the top. It was fuckin’ awesome. I’ll show you later but it was totally sweet.” “Just kind of in the moment. Never did that before.” “You should do that kind of thing more often, y’know, if you feel okay with it. Hell, maybe in this match. You don’t gotta break the rules if you don’t want, but maybe you could do stuff like that. Skirt ‘em a little, you know? And leave the fuckin’ screaming murder shit to me.” John nodded, smiling faintly but earnestly. Mike smiled back, glanced toward the camera and, with a gesture of approval on their partner’s part, resumed recording. “Woo! Sorry about the weird cut there, Faithful, minor tech difficulties.” “Actually I forgot my line.” “We have lines?” She snickered, tucking a windblown strand of hair back under her Mets cap. “Anyway. Our competition this week. Young Sinatra and Anthony Grunge. One would be crooner and one guy crazier than a sack full of rabid goddamn ferrets.” “I don’t think this Sinatra sings at all.” “He don’t? Aw, that sucks, I wanted to hear him do ‘AIn’t That A Kick In The Head.’” “He is however another Messiah.” Mike shook her head, tisking in obvious disappointment. “Now, this is a real fuckin’ shame. See, this Young Sinatra guy ain’t unknown to us. He came into our FighterTalk thread and said how big of a fan he was, and I was like, ‘awww, what a sweet kid!’ Then I heard him talk. And holy fucking christ he’s ANOTHER one of these anti-hardcore crusaders with a God complex. Who probably thinks I’m some kind of abomination unto the holy ring or whatever. Listen up, Lil’ Blue Eyes. I don’t go waving this around cuz believe it or not I got an ounce of humbleness in me about it, but do you know who taught me? Harley Fucking Race, the King himself. And if that ain’t pure enough a pedigree to satisfy your uppity fuckin’ sensibilities, I don’t know what is. So I will do whatever the shit I want in this match and if you got somethin’ to say to me about it? Keep your fuckin’ mouth shut or me an’ my Louisville Slugger’ll shut it for you.” Her grin had gained a somewhat rabid quality. John’s mouth was slightly agape at the outburst, but he felt the truth in this words and quickly stepped in line with a reaffirming nod. “That’s… right. Mike and me had hopes for you. Would you believe that David Scott, of all people, enjoys riding Space Mountain? That guy?” Mike blinked and tried (and failed) to say something a few times, obviously trying not to fall over and roll into the Pacific in a fit of laughter. “What? What did I say?” “Nothing! Nothing, keep going, you’re good.” She held a hand up to her face, barely concealing a ‘Woooo!’ John shook his head and continued. “You and me. We share something in common. In the physical sense. We’re on the outside looking in. However, you’re representing that division in an ironic fashion. I assure you that this match will be anything but make-believe. Leave your moralizing at the curtain. You don’t do what you do because you’re taking a grand stance against depravity. You have no real aspirations to make any changes that benefit anyone but yourself. You want to remake the world in your image. Your opposition is not the Madison brothers. It is not any other‘team’ in our division.” John stepped forward and looked directly in the camera as opposed to his normal past the camera gaze.. “You will stand face to face with the constant of the tag team division. Understand this. What you will say and what you will assume of us will be what we’ve heard since day one. You will try to pick us apart. You will try to drive a wedge in our partnership by playing to simple human nature. If you do that: you don’t get us.” “So. With Snooty No Hardcore Guy addressed, let’s move on, shall we? Anthony Grunge. Now here we got a complete opposite dude. No classy classic piano tickling and smooth crooning here, now we got a raw, smashmouth, in your face cat from right here in L.A., so he’s gonna have a nice hometown advantage going on. Which is very cool. Problem is, like I noted before… this guy is absolutely fucking nuts.” “That unpredictability has perhaps brought him unpredictable results. It would be arrogant of us to be so dismissive of a man who’s proclivities lead him to have discussions with a cactus. This man gives everything no matter the circumstances and I know that he will not be intimidated to the ones he has been given here. Mike. Two months ago we stood before Collateral Damage, an unknown entity, and in their hearts they knew that a team with no experience would never have a chance against them. We cannot make the same mistake that they did.” Mike nodded. She knew better as well. “You’re good, Grunge. And you KNOW you’re good. You showed everybody just how good you fucking were, us included. And y’know what? You may be a crazy SOB, but nobody ever called me the picture’a sanity neither. I like the cut of your jib, dude. You proved to a stuck up purist like Sinatra that you can do it traditional, but now? You’re gonna be in the ring with ME. And I wanna see what you got. Turn up the crazy and bring it hard, cuz I’ve wanted to face someone like you since I fuckin’ got here.” John stood back beside his partner and for a second appearance in a row, he wrapped his arm around Mike’s shoulders. “But despite the non-standard rules of this match, two men who are ideologically opposed will be forced to work together against one team. We are not the tag team champions. We have defeated the tag team champions. And we are not the number one contenders but we don’t haphazardly cost each other matches either.” “They ain’t just ‘ideologically opposed’, bud. They outright fuckin’ HATE each other. And that? That above everything else, the skill and the snootiness and the hardcore and the crazy, is what’s gonna get us the win here. Cuz Church and me? We love each other. We’ve gone up and down the road, done everything together, we train together all the time. We know each other in an’ out, back an’ frontways. Our sync is perfect. I bet he even knows what I’m thinking right now.” She made a show of putting on a ‘hard thinking’ expression. “No electric toothbrush.” “If all goes well, partner. If all goes well.” Mike looked up at the cottage, perhaps at someone just visible through the window, and grins slyly. “So. Grunge, Sinatra, we will see you on Monday. If you don’t kill each other first. As for us? We’ve worked our butts off and now it’s time for some play. Cuz what’s the point of coming all the way to the beach and Not Surfing the Fucking Waves?” Beaming, she yanked a pair of boogie boards out of the sand, handing her partner one. There’s also a third, but it stays put. Waving, she strode over to the phone and ended the recording. Soon as the stuff from their promo was stashed away- the tripod, the sandwich board, the excess of self-branded merch- NSFW was joined by the third person sharing their little beachside cottage for their two weeks in California. Mike found it happily ironic. They had left her at her house on one end of the country only to join her on the other side. It was like a rainbow with a pot of gold at both ends. As the Southern Belle stepped out onto the deck and joined her friends on the sand, Mike couldn’t help but give her an appreciative look over- she looked damn good in a bikini and, as with her ring gear, coral was absolutely Natalie’s color. But she didn’t spend too long ogling: whipping off her tank top to reveal a flesh tone swim top underneath, she grabbed her board and, hollering for her friends to follow, ran into the sea full tilt. It’d been far too long since either Mike or John had seen the ocean, and they were reveling in it. It was Natalie that came back to shore first, dropping her boogie board onto the sand before taking a seat on it. A couple weeks of recovery time had done wonders for her condition, the bruises along her ribs and backs mostly gone. She was still healing, though, and the combination of salt water and sun on her skin felt like it was helping matters. Or maybe that was just the company talking. A short time passed before she’s joined by Mike, who plops her board next to Natalie’s and sits down as well, a smile on her face. The constant breeze smelled fresh and salty, and the sun was beginning to come down, glittering on the ocean. “I’m so freakin’ glad you came, Miss Natalie. You… heh. You look a lot better. Not that you looked bad before or nothin’! Just, y’know. Less banged up. Like you feel better.” Knocking her wet bangs out of her face, she looked over to the other woman with as sweet a smile as the rough brawler could possibly manage. Returning that smile, the blond nodded. “I do feel better, thanks. Don’t tell him I said so, but Mister Morgan was right in that I needed to take it easy for a couple of weeks.” That smile turned into a playful sort of grin as Natalie leaned over, nudging Mike’s shoulder with her own. A third boogie board plopped itself beside them. John, soaking wet, disheveled, and short of breath, plopped down as well. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again.” “Aw, really? I could do that all day. I feel like a mermaid. A badass mermaid with a freakin’ shark tail and awesome tattoos. I’d ask if we could move here if I didn’t like our house so much. And if it wouldn’t put us clear on the other side of the country from you, Miss Nat.” She laughed, curling her toes in the sand. The ocean was starting to take on the pink and orange hues of the sky. “And when he says ‘take it easy’, does he mean, like, no strenuous activity? At all? None?” That smile was getting awfully cheeky… though at least this time, the blond was prepared to fire back. “If he did, do you think I would’ve packed my swimsuit?” “Mmm, point. A’course, if you’re allowed to go swimming and boarding…” That smile only got more coy. John looked past Mike in the middle and right at Natalie. “I don’t think that’s the kind of strenuous activity that they are talking about.” “Well clearly--wait. ‘They’?” Leaning forward a little, the Southern Belle looked at both members of NSFW with a brow raised. “Forgive me, but I’m a little confused. Why did you call Mike ‘they’?” His reply was direct. “Because that is who Mike is, Natalie.” Mike, for her part, froze. Her grip dug into the sides of her board, leaving impressions in the foam. Her heart started pounding, and the pleasantly warm evening suddenly felt ice cold.Oh god. Please don’t let it happen again. I couldn’t handle it if it did. Don’t freak out. Please don’t freak out… “I… understand, I think.” Leaning over, Natalie’s head rested on Mike’s shoulder, a sandy arm looping around the small of their back before she continued. “I mean, if you’ve got your preferences that’s fine… and I’ll do my best to use them. But it doesn’t really matter to me, y’know? So long as you’re you, Mike.” “R...really? You don’t think it’s weird? I mean nobody knows but… but John. I’m. I’m not really a girl, b-but I’m not a guy a’neither…” “You’re Mike.” “And really, wanting to be called ‘they’ is normal compared to the one guy I used to wrestle with that insisted that he was really a giant albino lizard like Godzilla, or the Cult of Yorlik… or, well, most of my time in Hardkore World.” There was a quiet pause for just a moment. And then, Mike laughed. It was not only a response to hearing something funny, but a sound of pure relief. They lean their cheek against Natalie’s wet hair, arm curling around her back in turn. However, their other hand reaches in the other direction, wrapping around her partner’s wrist. The closest they could get to holding his hand. “Hey. Just so you know? You guys are the fucking best.”

#archive

[anxiousauthor89]

One Bullet

Rain was pounding the windows of her hospital room as she walked out, and turned the corner heading to the NICU. As unfit as she was, and as guilty as she felt Trinity needed to see her baby before anybody else did. It was bad enough she hid the entire pregnancy, then she didn't name the baby. There was no way she could tell her parents she had never seen the baby. She was 4 days old. They would never understand why she hasn't seen her yet. She could talk about it with Grace. But to confess it to her parents was too much to think about. They raised her better than that. They taught her better than that. And she couldn't deal with the thought of them knowing she just forgot her morals. Well...who was she kidding...she didn't forget. She was just selfish enough to say fuck it. She shuddered as she imagined the hurt being shown on her moms face. Judith spoke with her eyes. And she could imagine those big ol eyes asking why...and she had no answer. Not one that was good enough anyway. She drifted so far into lala land she didn't even realize she was standing at the window of the NICU. Right in front of her baby. "Ms. Steeples?" her daydream was interrupted by the escort nurse. "You see her?" she pointed an tapped the glass. "Shes all yours. She gained a pound since her birth and shes breathing on her own now. Tough lil thing. We don't usually see babies heal and detox that fast. Shes a miracle." the nurse giggled softly clapping her hands. Trinity stood there speechless. Staring at the baby she didn't want. The baby she had no intent on keeping. Slick black hair covered the forehead of the newborn as it went into a curl right between her eyebrows. "Oh my God look at  her." Trinity said in her mind. In an instant, as if the baby read her mothers mind, she opened her eyes and cried. "Im so sorry I just wasn't ready for you." she said as she held back tears. Opening the door the nurse waved her in to the room. "You don't have to talk thru the glass sweetie. Come hold her. She needs to hear mommys heartbeat" she warmly invited her in. Taking a big gulp Trinity shook her head in agreement and went into the room. There was soft music playing and paper baby birds were hung all across the lavender walls. She spotted a rocking chair with pink pillows in the seat, and a plush back cushion. She felt like that was her seat so she chose to take it. It looked so comforting and comfort is what she definitely needed at the moment. Her head was pounding, and ever since she had been offered a chance to hold the baby her hands had been sweating and shaking. She sat down easily in the chair, sinking into its softness. "Oh yes oh my gosh." she sighed with relief. She sat up trying to prepare her body to hold the baby, only to see the nurse was already standing there smiling with the baby in her arms. "Well dayum you sho on yo job aintcha?" Trinity said slightly annoyed. "Oh yes ma'am! Im excited for you! We all are! She could have died. And because you pushed without assistance you lost a lot of blood, We could have lost you both." the nurse said sternly. "But thanks be to God you are both here." she said finally placing the baby in Trinitys arms. "Mm. Yea I see that." she dryly answered back. Trinity was angry with God for letting Shawn die. She had told God if he saved Shawn she would make everything right no matter the cost. And he didn't. "She may cry but its just discomfort from us removing the tubes shes fine. Just rub her back." the nurse instructed giving one last tip before leaving Trinity alone. Just as the nurse said the baby began to cry. "Aw hell naw man uh uuh..sshhhhh.....hush girl." she rubbed the baby on the back as she was told. "Sshhhh...." Finally the baby was quiet. She took a minute to look at what she feared the most. Her child. Noticing the pink ankle band that read "Peanut" with a heart beside it. "My you are indeed beautiful...you don't look like me or your father you got your own face." she whispered as she caressed the gray eyed babys face and fingers. The baby flashed a quick smile and showed a deep dimple on the right cheek. In a flash back Trinity remembered Shawn and his smile. His dimple that she loved the moment she saw him smile. Anger took over. Her body got hot and she recalled the reason she was leaving the baby in the first place. "Im not doing this man. Aint no way. A bitch like me aint made for it." she told herself. Forgetting any vaginal pain or soreness in her body, she got up quickly and put the baby in the plastic crib she came from. "Im sorry. Mama and daddy will be here to get you soon." She promised the baby as she walked out. Realizing she didn't know her way back to her room she was relieved to see Grace in the hallway still chatting with the head nurse. Seeing confusion on her face the secretary came to her aid. "Your room? Back to the left, 6 rooms down the hall." the helper cheerfully said. "How you know what room in in?" Trinity asked more confused than before. "Oh don't be silly! We all know Peanuts mommy we are so happy you two are doing well! The entire hospital is buzzing about the miracle birth!" she smiled brightly showing her braces. Not wanting to continue the conversation Trinity shook her head and headed back  to her room. She had never dealt with so much at one time. A nap was much needed. Pulling her cell out of her robe pocket she dialed her mom. She wanted to make sure they were on the way. Now that she had seen the baby, she wanted to at least make sure she was safe. Those gray eyes were imprinted in her head. The phone rung a million times but no one picked up. Thinking they were just driving with Shirley Ceaser up loud, which is how daddy liked to ride, she hung up and tried to slip the phone back in her pocket. Not paying attention she dropped it and it fell apart. "FUCK!!" she smacked her own head slowly bending over to get one piece. "I'll be damned I do not need a battery issue right now." she mumbled as she located the other piece. Reaching and kneeling to grab the battery, a steel toe boot stepped on her hand, popping every knucle and crushing her finger tips. "OOOOOUUUCCHHHHH!!!!! AAAAHH!!!! WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?! GET OFF MY HAND WHAT THE FUCK!" she screamed as she tried to look up and see who was above her. "Shut up bitch. Were you that loud when you set Shawn up? Or did you do it in secret?" the masked person said in a raspy tone she couldn't catch. "Set Shawn up?" her mind went back to her performance when the nurses inquired about the drugs in her system. Regardless of the memory she denied it. "No I did not you got shit twisted! Get the fuck off my hand and see how I handle you I will fuck you up sore pussy and all you have no idea what I can do and who.." her shit talking came to a hault when she heard the gun cock and the barrel was pushed under her chin. "Listen!! You fuckin trap rat! God Dayum! He said you talk too much! Shut yo gutta ass mouth!" the angry voice hissed. Hysterically crying putting both hands up Trinity debated "Shawn is dead theres no way he could have told you anything! You got the wrong person!" The gunman laughed. "Don't worry bout where Shawn at, or what he told me. Dumbass. Just know he knows it was you that sent the police to the house on Basey. And since he cant get you, I gave him my word that I would. Our vows said til death do us part. And you fucked up...cuz death almost broke us apart." the raspy voice growled. "Please man im begging you..." Trinity shook with terror while imagining her own funeral. "I wont go near him if he is alive..he..he don't even want me.. I swear I will leave town I will do anything please just don't do this! My mama cant take this I am begging you just please don't do this to me!" Smacking teeth the gunman mocked Trinity and pistol whipped her, aiming the gun at her head. "Say your prayers bitch. I done spent too much time in here with yo sorry ass. He is alive. And he sent me here on a mission. And im going to accomplish it. With One Bullet.

[bigbrotherorre]

FINAL EPISODE: “DENNIS IS SUCH A KING” - ALI THE REST OF THE GAME.

WEEK 13 

if someone who doesn't love me wins this week then bye bye ashvika 

annoyed that sammy nominated me because i kept him safe last week whereas i could have just as easily flipped to keeping alivia and he could've left...but more than that, i'm annoyed at his speech. i dont think he should've used "you nommed me" as an excuse bc that's lame and he was the first to nom me and i nommed him back so we were even, and then i let him have veto pick when he was nommed and i made sure he got taken off. also conversation is a two way street and i dont see him trying to make a conversation with me either, he could have just said the real reason....i love hearing about how good of a player he thinks i am.... the worst case scenario is if bryce or zeezo win, i think even if the noms stay the same that i have a good chance of staying? granted that autumn and ali don't decide to turn on me and evict me 

why is bryce spreading lies :( i didn't tell ali to nominate sammy.... 

ive made a lot of mistakes this game and there all coming at me now.. my position in the game is terrible and i can blame it on ppl playing not to their win condition or on just the wrong ppl winning comps at the wrong time, but ultimately i could have tried harder convincing ppl to see the light or to do better in challenges so ultimately its on me. feeling really hopeless this week even tho i avoided being a preveto nom i think ill be a post one if literally anyone but me wins veto. and i flopped veto (cwl). i cant wait for after the game for ali to admit that he did tell me that ashvika pushed for sammy to be nommed. order in which id vote ppl zeezo- always worked with me and if she makes it to the end she truly DID THAT ashvika- really took control of the game with her hoh win and after jose left smartly picked up the goats and became the biggest threat randy- a king love us working with/against each other throughout the game and even tho he was voted out im not one to discredit buyback winners autumn- never spoke to me but guess she didnt need to KASDHFK ali- fakest person ive ever met dennis- knows how to get to f2 at least sammy- ignores obvious facts and always makes the wrong move  but good at comps so wooh (me teas too tho...)

somehow i didnt get nommed but like so sad what the heck zeezo is going home like why is everyone so jealous that shes prettier and funnier than them :( why cant we all be her goats <3 i guess its good bc like i cant win with zeezo in the game and i can vote to keep her still, but honestly if i lose in f2 with zeezo itd still be fun bc she has had my back all game :] I AM SO SAD UGHHHH GOD HATES GAYS AND HES TAKING MY TWO WOC QUEENS BACK TO BACK. Now i have ashvika who is a queen but not my queen!! And autumn yikes hates me always :(

SORRY IVE BEEN GONE!!! I did one video confessional for Week 11 and just like never posted it lmao but I will haha and that's all behind me. But anyway I just have so many feelings. Live  night is about to begin, me and Zeezo's war is finally concluding, IM STILL TRYING TO GET MY FIRST COMP WIN, and I'm trying to protect my allies at all cost. Some cracked shit is about to go down and I'm so excited and so so glad I took a nap before this cause I'm ready for anything wooo

RANDY: WIN SAMMY: ... ALI: FAKEST PERSON IVE EVER MET MAYBE TALKS A BIG GAME AND SAYS HES SUPER NICE AND EMOTIONAL BUT SUDDENLY CAN TURN THAT OFF. HE WOULD BE A GOOD VILLAIN BUT HE ACTS NICE AND DOESNT OWN IT AND MAYBE ITS JUST BC ITS SO SOON BUT I HOPE HE CHOKES AND HAS HAYFEVER FOREVER! WHAT EVEN IS HAYFEVER??? HORSE BOY AUTUMN: NEVER SPOKE TO ME BUT NICE DENNIS: FORGOT TO PUT SOMEONE ON THE LIST, KNEW HIS WAY TO F2 AND IF HE DOESNT TAKE CREDIT FOR THINGS ICON AND ID VOTE FOR HIM.

AFTER THE TRIPLE EVICTION...

OK BUT DAT TRIPLE DOE http://media2.giphy.com/media/xUA7aViRhBQPzXNAAM/giphy.gif It was dramatic, over the top, emotional, satisfying, show stopping, gut wrenching- literally everything you want out of a triple. I... don't feel bad for Breezo lmao, not after all the messiness they've caused. But doing Ashvika dirty is literally the hardest choice I've had to make in Orre. Sis I am so so sorry. I should've thrown you a vote but you know how Randy is and you really know how Dennis is. I just--- that was something I like wasn't prepared to ever do, break Ashvika's heart. But like in my beautiful dark twisted mind? It was perfect because I knew I couldn't go to the end w/ Ash but I was never going to nominate her. So here we are rip ALSO LAB AND BREEZO ALL SITTING IN JURY??? BIIIIIIITTTCCHHHHH https://media.giphy.com/media/zcAii7T9JXezS/source.gif If you're reading this, you know I sure did say I would wipe that whole group out and send them to jury and it really did come to pass. John sure did gas all of them up to win and I sure did tell him in my Week 10 goodbye message that they were all bout to walk in behind him. So in the spirit of prophesizing, let it be known that Auli aka Ali and I will make Final 3 because we are the strategic dynamic duo y'all slept on. Like correct me if I'm wrong: we've been on the right side of all 8 "merge" votes (there's no word for like opposite of pre-jury lmao), we ain't been on block since Week 6/7 and it's now Week 14, and we've downplayed our iconicism left and right so we're the last duo standing at Final 5, and no one wants to take a shot at us. BUT YALL STILL SLEEP CAUSE THE MIST IS THAT STRONG. That's ok though! When Randy and Sammy walk into jury next y'all will see Also I'm  dead at how much jury hates Ali hahaha. Deadass he has to stay in the game for safety reasons. Like soooo many jurors wanna kill him. That's my ride or die though so I can't let that happen. Anyway I still feel like shit for obeying Randy, which hurt Ashvika, made Dennis cry, and further dragged Ali's corpse. But the good news is woooo it's Final 5 and these boys all want to take Auli to the end. So do I NEED to win this HOH? No not really. Am I still praying and pleading with God like I do before every comp? Absolutely https://media1.tenor.com/images/1a11748f0c7ce30ab4afd057fab66751/tenor.gif?itemid=5677211

Me when I shocked the nation and won HOH and finally had power in the house after 13 weeks https://78.media.tumblr.com/2a8c6d7cc298da364a847f8f9d767c7c/tumblr_opiih6Z7tB1ub3fcfo1_500.gif Me then using said power to target my baby Randy for the greater good https://media.giphy.com/media/hic9t15zsdwfC/giphy.gif And now me that I'm selling my entire family, land, soul, and wig collection to get Dennis to keep me and kill Sammy so that I'm not Ika Wonged because I know for a fact Ali would take me to F2 and Dennis would be a dumbass not to take me too. AND I ALWAYS BELIEVED IF I WENT UP A FOURTH TIME THAT WOULD BE THE TIME I GO UP ON THE BLOCK AND DONT COME BACK DOWN SO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DENNIS BE STRATEGIC AND KEEP ME https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/53/9d/23539d4ab6c13adab50940426d73ed6e.gif

[AFTER F4 EVICTION]

WAIT WHAT HOW AM I ALIVE?? https://media.giphy.com/media/TZ388aYpsLMcM/giphy.gif AND HOW THE FUCK DID I MAKE FINAL 3??? https://yiaelxzosjw9p4bs-zippykid.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/happy-crying.gif Pray for me if I win Final HOH cause fun fact: I, the strategic legend, have no clue who to fucking take to the end and that's the biggest gag of the entire season BECAUSE I DIDN'T PLAN OUT THIS FAR GODDAMMIT AND I WISH I HAD. Ok that's not entirely true- I knew I should either sit next to Dennis or Ali because ya know contingency plans matter. BUT NOW??? Bitch ion know I just wanna win

CLICK HERE & HERE TO SEE DENNIS’ VIDEO DIARY ROOMS!

i've never seen a better reflection of the emotional rollercoaster that is my mental state than these two being filmed less than 12 hours apart jasldfa

CLICK HERE AND HERE TO SEE ALI’S VIDEO DIARY ROOMS!

okay i have lots of post finale thoughts but i need to type them up tomorrow. i just hope the jury knows how sorry I am if I ever upset them, because I love them all so much and would never want that :(

time for my post finale wrap up and.... whewie. This is so upsetting because, I just did this for all stars. Like it's looking like my track record is LITERALLY going to be 2nd 9th 2nd 2nd 2nd, I CANT COME 2ND AGAIN. I really can't take this. Here is the bigger problem though and this is why Orre will be my last game whether I win or not. I can't keep playing these games when I upset so many people. Like it honestly broke my heart yesterday hearing how much I upset people like Bryce & Ashvika, people I love SOOOOOOO much. I don't want to upset people. Like... what upset me about finale is I don't think the jurors realise that.... I didn't just upset people for the sake of it and ahhh. Honestly, I'm really upset, like not even that I'm coming second but that I upset people. So with that said, I really apologise to the jurors. I got the impression that I hurt you all so bad that you are giving me 2nd as like.... punishment? And while I hate that, if I hurt you all that bad I really owe you all an apology. Anywho, since this is definitely my last game, I've played 183 days worth of games to just come 2nd, and that's just too much. I'm too flawed of a person and player to continue playing these games and just keep coming 2nd. Like it just hurts. so yeah, i'm sad but mainly because this is deja vu. I'm so proud of Dennis for winning, he is such a sweet genuine guy and when he was complimenting me during the finale, it was the nicest thing I've ever heard and I'm so greatful. No matter my game or his, I'd be happy to see Dennis represent our season.

Can I just say... Dennis is such a king. What a kind-hearted, genuine guy. A true king.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH DENNIS’ VIDEO DIARY ROOM!

okay so I lost.... and I'm weirdly at peace with it. I know I answered the jury questions terribly and I had... some jurors that would never have it in them to vote for me and would actively campaign against me. Dennis is a king, and in a cast with toxicity and SUCH bitterness, I think he is a phenomenal representation for the season. Otherwise, I am really honoured to get Ashvika's vote, she is such a deserving POTS, and to get POTS' vote is always an honour. Autumn and Jose are amazing friends and I am so happy to have got to work with them, John is a player with SUCH potential and he is WINNING BOTS & Zeezo I'm really honoured to get her vote too! For the others, Bryce is a KING and so is Blake (they both seemed really upset by me so I hope we can be friends). Lynn I never spoke to and seems... very bitter about the season's result, but I hope she gets over it because she is also a QUEEN. Randy is a funny one and I'm starting to worry all his friend talk was just him playing into my emotional side, but he is a good egg really I know it. Sammy is a ghost king. I kinda want to end on Alivia. Alivia is a person whose personality is obviously very different to mine and the way she speaks to me and others really upsets me a lot of the time. However, her bitterness against me is understandable and I hope she gets over it, because she defines herself by anger and bitterness when she is such a funny and likable person and doesn't need to do that. but woo... to wrap stuff up, I'm so grateful for Nicholas & Julia for casting me, Owen & Emily for being amazing.... OH, I forgot what I wanted to say. Autumn is a queen, a legend and amazing. She is honestly soo soo amazing, like... someone I really admire and see as a rolemodel? she is inspirational, a queen and a legend. Dennis is the nicest, most well intentioned guy ever SO sweet and really just a genuinely nice guy. I have made lasting friendships with some members of this cast and I'm so happy. so yeah.... i'll probably do another one of these in like a day or so, but if not.... ali out woo

we love coming to jury and being told about my ""showmance""".... wanna die jadfkl. my only showmance was to snakery, my way of life. blake was robbed but also is a broccoli. last words? autumn and dennis are my faves, best F3 ever.

FINAL CAST ASSESSMENT

#bborre #episode

[tloog]

weinstein and more

IKM: Man, this Weinstein thing is turning into a fucking VORTEX of a shitstorm

IKM: sucking in everybody close to the dude

Kenzie: yep

IKM: Now Affleck has all kinds of groping allegations

Kenzie: I don't know if they are allegations

Kenzie: a bunch are on tape

IKM: at this point, I think we can say "groping facts"

Kenzie: Tarantino had to release a statement

Kenzie: Ben is toast

IKM: yeah, a bunch of his movies were produced by Weinstein

Kenzie: Matt Daman had to be like "I had no clue. keep my name out your mouth."

Port: Ben and his bro been bout that creep life

Kenzie: all of his movies

Kenzie: yeah I forgot about Casey

Port: I've just heard that Hollywood, generally, is filled with creeps and weirdos the higher you go

Kenzie: I would bet most of them get into the business for the ladies

IKM: Yeah the stories are starting to come out of the woodwork

IKM: the Steven Segal stories are terrible

Port: Once Terry Crews talked about getting groped up by some dude in front of his wife I was like shit.

Kenzie: what happened with Steven Seagal

DG: yeah Afflecks are verified creeps

Port: Women don't have a chance out here.

DG: Segal is involved with the Russians

IKM: Segal was inviting women to his house for "casting" interviews and would answer the door in a robe

Kenzie: Terry could have put hands on that man but didn't for his career sakes

Port: Correct

DG: Oh, didn’t see that (doh)

Port: For career's sake. Now think about a 5'3" lady

Kenzie: Segal looks like the type

Port: She can't do shit.

Kenzie: nope

IKM: Segal aint shit

IKM: and aint been shit for a long time

IKM: question is, what do we do with the likes of the Afflecks?

Port: Are we sure Segal doesn't not think he is starring in a new movie?

IKM: Casey has an Oscar and got it AFTER the whole allegations of something or other

Port: Sure did

Kenzie: there is nothing that will be done

Kenzie: they will apologize

Kenzie: give money to a cause

Kenzie: and continue to get jobs

DG: ^that

IKM: "In 2010, Affleck was sued by two former co-workers. I'm Still Here's producer, Amanda White, sued Affleck for $2 million. She detailed numerous "uninvited and unwelcome sexual advances" in the workplace, alleging that Affleck had instructed Spacehog guitarist Antony Langdon to expose himself in her presence, spoke "inappropriately" about her advancing age and fertility, discussed his "sexual exploits", referred to women as "cows", invaded her "personal space" by locking her out of her hotel room while entertaining another woman, attempted to "manipulate" her into staying with him in a hotel room, "violently" grabbed her by the arm when she refused and sent her "abusive text messages" for refusing to stay with him. White alleged that Affleck refused to honor the terms of the production agreement, including her fee, in retaliation.[163] The film's cinematographer, Magdalena Gorka, sued Affleck for $2.25 million.[164] Gorka alleged that she had been subjected to "routine instances" of sexual harassment by crew members including Langdon, "within the presence and with the active encouragement of Affleck."[165] While staying in Joaquin Phoenix's apartment during filming, Phoenix offered Gorka the private use of his bedroom. Affleck allegedly joined Gorka in bed while she slept, wearing only "his underwear and a t-shirt ... He had his arm around her, was caressing her back, his face was within inches of hers and his breath reeked of alcohol." She claimed that she was later berated and verbally attacked by Affleck for refusing his advances and she was forced to resign because of harassment and abuse."

IKM: Jeez man

DG: oliver stone said something dumb ass yesterday like “you don’t realize but what Harvey is going through right now is very difficult”

IKM: Oliver is....

IKM: I just don't know man

IKM: what a disappointment that dude is to me

IKM: seems absolutely clueless

DG: so, which Affleck is that? because either is plausible

IKM: Casey

Kenzie: yeah I knew about the Casey Affleck stuff

Kenzie: some of these guys are in a tough position

Kenzie: because they know Harvey personally

Kenzie: and some probably had prior knowledge of it

Kenzie: they have to act like they didn't know about it and hope no one has evidence contrary to that

IKM: but everybody knew

IKM: MANY people were complicit in this

IKM: apparently all of Hollywood

DG: supposedly Weinstein's contract had verbiage in it about sexual harassment suits lobbied against him

DG: not sure if that is standard contract shit or not

Schaedey: I mean it been a pretty established assumption for years, I have been hearing the same Harvey Weinstein jokes for a loooooong time

DG: really?

IKM: I think that's a problem though

IKM: people joked about it but who confronted him?

IKM: told him to stop that shit

DG: Harvey Weinstein is not on my radar on a normal day

DG: I think there’s a lot of Hollywood that is disgusting

DG: and there’s going to be a lot of shit that comes out that is terrible

DG: tip of the iceberg type shit

Port: That's what I'm saying. The culture of Hollywood seems to be gross

IKM: That's not just Hollywood though

IKM: This is pretty much male culture at large

IKM: Hollywood is just high profile

IKM: male culture at large is gross

Port: Also correct

Port: I'd imagine every creepy Hollywood exec is like turbo Gronk

Port: Jus a non-stop stream of sexually suggestive jokes

IKM: we "expect" Hollywood to be better cause they are generally liberal, pro-women in Hollywood

IKM: but that's a falsehood. Nowhere is pro-women

Port: Nah I dunno if I ever expected anyone with power to not be a scumbag but this is still exceeding my expectations

Kenzie: you expect a certain level of decency

IKM: Do you?

Kenzie: and I don't believe all in Hollywood are scumbags

DG: I think there’s gotta be more good people than bad, just the bad is so terrible

IKM: Maybe yall grew up differently than me

Kenzie: exactly DG

IKM: Cause male culture growing up...

Kenzie: growing up yes

Kenzie: but then you grow up

DG: some do

IKM: exactly

Kenzie: and you realize you were a scum bag

IKM: SOME

DG: but where does that example of the culture come from?

DG: you don’t just conjure this shit up

IKM: exactly

Port: Easy guys this is just locker room talk

(unamused)

DG: for example: I hadn’t seen blade runner in decades so I watched it this last week prior to seeing the new one… there is a scene where Harrison ford straight up rapes the replicant chick

IKM: Real shit, if you were to ask all the women you know if they have a sexual harassment, assault or straight up rape experience and they were to be truly honest with you, what percentage do you think would say "yes" to at least 1 of those three?

DG: but it was this scene that was probably thought of as an attractive and aggressive man keeping a woman from leaving when you know she wants to stay

DG: at least

Kenzie: their entire life?

Kenzie: I would say 75%

DG: revenge of the nerds the head nerd straight up rapes the hot girl

Kenzie: I am thinking about all of the shit I did as a teenager

IKM: Man DG I don't remember that

DG: he has a Darth Vader mask on I think? and screws her pretending to be her boyfriend

IKM: shiiiit

IKM: didn't even remember that

Kenzie: although that is rape it isn't what was considered rape back then

Port: 100% IKM

Kenzie: I want to hold out some hope Port

Kenzie: are we talking catcalls are sexual harassment also

IKM: Makes you really want to go back and think when you were younger like "Did I do some repugnant shit?"

Kenzie: I know I did

Port: This is coming from my small sample size but I've asked every one of my lady friends every one of them has at least one story

Port: From the light end to the awful end.

Port: I know for a fact I did

Kenzie: teenage boys are awful

Port: Can confirm

Kenzie: myself included

Kenzie: how many random asses did you grab on a dare from your friends

K Myers Jr.: I didn't do any of that cause I was an anti-social misfit.

IKM: And friends can't dare you to do shit when you're friends just as wack as you, lol

IKM: but who knows, I think I totally erased high school from my memory banks it was so wack, lol

Kenzie: yeah I try not to think about all the inappropriate things I did

Kenzie: all of the stupid statements I have made

Kenzie: and young Kenzie still wasn't as bad as others that I know

IKM: Oreilly, Affleck, Weinstein, Cosby, they are dinosaurs

IKM: world has changed

IKM: even from 10 years ago

IKM: that type of behavior is simply unacceptable

IKM: except if you're the president

Kenzie: but what about shit happening at new companies

DG: the google manifesto

Kenzie: isn't Uber going through shit

DG: yes it is

IKM: and I think 10 years ago we don't even hear about that

Kenzie: of course not

DG: definitely don’t because of no social media

DG: giving people public voices that never had them before

Kenzie: shit like that becomes standard practices

Kenzie: some women are coming out saying that co-workers kept her away from Harvey because they knew the deal

Kenzie: what are the chances that Harvey's brother knew what was going on

DG: 100%

IKM: of course he did

Kenzie: exactly

IKM: whole board knew

DG: scope and breadth, maybe not

DG: I picture one of those scenes where they are talking and a name comes up and brother goes “Jesus, Harvey”

DG: “but I had to make her watch me jerk off onto a plant”

Kenzie: You think Hugh Hefner was out here being a scumbag

Kenzie: he seems like he was in the perfect position to be one

IKM: I think Hugh set his shit up the proper way

IKM: Never heard of any harassment claims or anything on Hugh

Kenzie: Like Bill Burr said you just live too long

DG: I'm a pornographer and sexual exploiter of women… (y) aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee (y)

IKM: Hugh was never a pornographer

Kenzie: it is called soft-core porn

DG: he was never a hard core pornographer

IKM: and whether or not what he did was sexually exploit women is up for argument

Kenzie: and he has a tv station dedicated to that

IKM: Exploitation is 1-way street

IKM: and porn has no artistic value

Schady: playboy was artistic?

IKM: so if his pictures have artistic merit they are not porn

Kenzie: didn't he get his hands on Marilyn Monroe skinny dipping pictures and published the pictures

Kenzie: he had an entire station that was not dedicated to art

IKM: from what I know about playboy

IKM: it was about doing tasteful nude pictures

DG: throwing money at someone who needs it to pose naked in your magazine so you can make more money is sexual exploitation

IKM: No it isn't

IKM: I need money. I get paid to program. Am I being intellectually exploited?

DG: but you would normally program, yes?

IKM: Yes

DG: i’m gonna go out and say not everyone that appeared in playboy would normally strip for money… some sure

Schady: yeah i dont think the girls doing nude photo shoots came out of school saying that is the career i need to be pursuing

Kenzie: http://www.npr.org/2017/10/01/554854492/marilyn-monroe-helped-hugh-hefner-but-not-by-choice

Kenzie: yeah he published those pictures without her permission

IKM: He woulda got sued out the ass today

IKM: suprised he didn't back then

IKM: or really I guess im not suprised

DG: if hugh ever sold being in a playboy as a way to jump start an acting career, or saying something like “i know people, do this for me…”… that’s exploiting

IKM: I can agree with that

Kenzie: i don't know

IKM: but there were plenty of women who appeared in playboy who did have acting careers

Kenzie: if he said sleep with me i know people than yes

DG: sure that happened too

DG: pose naked so i can sell magazines

IKM: I dont want to fall into the slippery judgement slope

DG: the man did it for decades, so i’m sure there’s a little bit of everything in his history

IKM: To me there is acceptable behavior and theres unacceptable. Paying women or men to be naked in your magazine? I honestly don't think anything is inherently wrong with that

IKM: As long as they weren't duped

IKM: as long as they know what they are getting themselves into

IKM: this is a free country, so do what you want

Port: Nah Hef came from that old school where quaaludes were like tic tacs

IKM: lol so you think hef was Lud'in em up?

Kenzie: i bet his playboy mansion parties where drug dens

Port: That's the era he me up in!

Port: I'm sure they were 'ludin in the grotto

IKM: if two people choose to take drugs and have sex while high that's not necessarily a problem

IKM: it's the Cosby, "I'll lude them in secret"

Port: Hmm that's where it gets tricky sir

Kenzie: but how many people were getting cosby'd up in that bitch

Port: Lot I'd say Kenzie.

Kenzie: yep

Kenzie: i doubt cosby invented the game

Port: Throughout the 70s and 80s. Prolly enough blow to build a snowman in the grotto

Kenzie: brotha from philly he didn't know how to get down like that

Kenzie: i bet they tried

Kenzie: Hef probably took Bill under his wing

Schady: i dunno i mean there is something to be said about attracting women to a place with piles of drugs and then them making even more poor decisions in an altered state of mind

Schady: obviously the women taking them intentionally are mostly to blame but it is very is enabling and promotes poor decisions

Kenzie: substitute drugs for alcohol and is it still wrong?

Schady: its still wrong but just gets a pass cuz its "socially acceptable"

Schady: alcohol gets a pass on so much shit

Kenzie: in those circles it was socially acceptable to do the same with copious amounts of illicit drugs

Schady: there are some differences

Schady: coke is much more physically addictive short term than say alcohol

Schady: so once some girl tries it once she could be doing some fucked up shit just to stay high

IKM: listen, if you go to the grotto you know what its about

IKM: if you're getting fucked up in the grotto it's with a purpose

Schady: maybe? You think it was always known to everyone

Schady: we say this after decades of tales of debauchery

IKM: two people go to a party and get drunk

IKM: they sleep with each other

IKM: is one a rapist?

IKM: I think we would say no

Port: We would

Schady: im not saying rapist

Port: Consent law not so much

Schady: but i am saying that having piles of drugs accessible to anyone that is around is somewhat exploitative

Schady: having spent plenty of time around people that like to get fucked up

IKM: isn't it the same as having a bunch of beer and alcohol?

Schady: like i said

Schady: some drugs are different

Schady: whats the joke in half baked? "I used to suck dick for coke.... ever suck dick for some marajuana?"

IKM: LOL

IKM: Its a weird line though

IKM: cause it says, "Ok men, it's ok for you to go out and get fucked up. Women? You have to stay sober."

IKM: If men can go out and get drunk and try to get laid, why can't women?

Kenzie: if that was your intention then go ahead

Port: You can but you gotta know as a guy that that could go left.

Kenzie: yes

Port: Honestly never thought about it till later in life but yeah whenever someone doesn't have their full mental capacity about themself

Kenzie: back in the day that was easy pickins

Port: You open yourself up. Because just being wasted isn't consent.

Kenzie: when that happens you have to get as drunk as them

IKM: I mean, I was wack so I don't know the answer to this question, but as a single dude, how many times are you having sex without the influence of alcohol?

Kenzie: if both are wasted then you are good

Port: More than I did not

Kenzie: if you are sober and she is wasted you could be in trouble

IKM: sober + wasted is bad for business unless the man is the one wasted

Port: Yes. If you are both wasted you still could be if she says I don't remember consenting to this.

Port: Correct IKM. If you're blasted then it's whatever.

Kenzie: what if you say i don't remember consenting to this

Kenzie: then the question is who has sex with who

Kenzie: DUN DUN DUN

Port: Then same rules apply

IKM: lol @ dun dun

IKM: See, this is why I don't drink

Kenzie: you can drink without getting wasted

Port: Jus nobody would give a shit about Kenzies story of being wasted then taken advantage of

IKM: so you gotta give breathalizer tests at the door Kenzie, lol?

Kenzie: i don't like not having my wits with me out in the street

IKM: "Aaaaaand now sign this release form..."

Port: I think you just gotta use your adult sensors

Kenzie: at home get as wasted as you want

Port: You can tell when someone is rippppppped

Kenzie: you can tell the signs of a drunk woman

IKM: you cant tell if you are drunk too

Kenzie: they get really touchy feely

Port: Like I was out one time and this chick was wasted. Slumped in a photo booth type thing in the bar

Kenzie: LOL

Kenzie: always makes me laugh

Port: And dudes were swarming

Kenzie: sloppy drunks

IKM: See Porter, you call her homegirl to come pick her up

Port: And I was like...this may end up bad

Kenzie: somebody is going to put their junk on her head and take a picture

Port: She had no friends around her

Kenzie: i know how that story goes

IKM: Came alone and got drunk?!?

Kenzie: seen it a thousand times

Port: She could barely talk we got her phone and the last missed call was her homies looking for her

Kenzie: first off no girl goes out alone

Kenzie: they will end up alone because apparently girls get lost easily

Port: She got out safe but the guys tryna engage in "conversation" KNEW she was trshed. An easy mark

Port: Correct

Kenzie: you got to stay away from that

IKM: Far

Kenzie: even if you know the girl

Kenzie: you have to know how fucked up they are because if they cross the deep end game over

Port: Nah man these days I feel like I do my part and get em an Uber or something

Kenzie: oh so you now mr captain save a hoe

Kenzie: lol

Kenzie: i just had to say it

IKM: That would be the last time I hang with such a girl

Port: Lmaooo

K Myers Jr.: If you can't handle your liqour you shouldn't be drinking

Port: Nah man just tryna break trip cycle of male shitiness

Port: I can't handle my liquor IKM BUT GUESS WHAT

Kenzie: but how does she learn not to get that drunk

[Kenzie: not saying she needs to get assualted to learn

Port: I dunno man I can't teach that lesson.

Kenzie: but i am a 6'2 250lb black man and i don't get that drunk

Kenzie: i have no fear of someone raping me and i know better

Port: Yeah I wouldn't want anyone to learn the lesson that way.

IKM: I tell you how such a person learns that lession: the next time she wants to go out her friends are like "uggggghhhh no. YOu can't handle your drinks."

IKM: done

Port: Or they smack drinks out of her hands

IKM: even better, lol

Kenzie: i have heard of stories of girl completly losing members of the group

Kenzie: that has never happened to me once

Kenzie: they can be horrible at watching each others backs

Port: Horrrrrible

] Port: That was the girl in the story we were like where TF are your friends?

Port: They left her at the spot because they couldn't find her slumped in the photo booth

Kenzie: granted i probably wouldn't look in the photo booth for you

Kenzie: we have the sense to passout in the bathroom

Kenzie: "PORTER YOU IN THAT STALL MAN"

Kenzie: wait i got seperated once when i got kicked out the club and my boy was still in there

Kenzie: he was looking for me and i was slumped outside

Kenzie: wasn't a good look for me

Port: Lmao Kenzie that has literally been me

Port: In the stall giving up all the body

Kenzie: i had friend say he had to use the bathroom and then 30 minutes later we was like where did he go

Kenzie: i go to the bathroom and that is where he was still at

Kenzie: said he just needed a rest

Kenzie: legs wouldn't get him back up

Kenzie: lol

IKM: lol

TS: http://money.cnn.com/2017/10/12/media/rose-mcgowan-harvey-weinstein/index.html

Kenzie: why was she banned from twitter?

TS: apparently she put someone’s personal phone number on there and it got her kicked off for a day

Kenzie: ok

TS: Bro, y’all had a real ass convo on here

TS: Gotta edit it but I definitely think this goes to the logs.

TS: @Kenzie, yeah, when I think about shit looking back, I thought I was a choir boy but shit. Definitely grabbed boobs and asses

Kenzie: same

TS: My twitter isn’t the worst BUT OH GOD IF I EVER GET FAMOUS, FIRST THING GOING IS FACEBOOK

[Kenzie: i thought i was just playing a part in the game that we all thought was cool

Kenzie: i grab your ass, you pretend like you didn't like it, rinse and repeat

TS: there was a time as teen that i tried to use porn logic… Grabbing turns them on...

TS: I was lied to

Kenzie: little did i know i was a habitual sex offender

Kenzie: never used that logic tre

IKM: On 10/13/17, at 11:58 AM, Kenzie wrote:

> little did i know i was a habitual sex offender

IKM: lol wut

Kenzie: by my sophmore year in highschool i stopped most of that shit

Kenzie: it was really around the ages of 12 - 15

TS: I remember and I think this kinda will haunt me. Wasn’t me but there was this girl in HS, ran for Ms Freshman. Beautiful, fun, great personality, everything. She was being her as usual, relaxing outside the JROTC building. I went to the shooting range, came back and she was in the bathroom BAWLING. Her brother runs in furious. asks where did he go and burst out the door.

TS: Dude, for whatever reason, decided to flip this girls skirt all the way up

TS: Asked me before that and I saw enough TV to think that wasn’t a big deal. TV lied to me

Kenzie: i remember in 7th grade a bunch of guys (myself included) was chasing this girl around the park so we could get her shirt wet

Kenzie: after about 5 minutes of this she got PISSED

Kenzie: turned around and lifted up her shirt and was like is this what you want to see

Kenzie: we all sat there with the dumb face on after that realizing we fucked up

Kenzie: she was legitmately pissed

Kenzie: i remember the girls name and everything

DG: yes... cool and funny wasn't cool nor funny

Kenzie: i still feel bad about that shit

DG: and no one ever told me otherwise

DG: that's the kicker

Kenzie: it was almost considered boys will be boys

DG: have to piece all that shit together yourself through age and experience

Kenzie: can't blame all that shit on hormones but it has to play a part