#king of the cocky shoulder shimmy

[spuffygifs]

4.03 | 5.08 Least I still got the attitude.

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[sodasback]

Bet

JJ Maybank x Reader

Reposting from my deleted account with minor edits.

Not my photo. All credit to original poster @pop-punk-maybank​ <3

"You wanna put some stakes on this, Maybank?" You asked, feeling especially cocky.

"You think you can beat me at beer pong?" JJ asked incredulously. You had to admit it was pretty arrogant of you to think you could beat JJ, aka beer pong king of OBX.

"Oh, I know I can babe." You doubled down. JJ smirked.

"Alright, what do I get when I win?" JJ asked confidently, putting his hands on the table and purposely flexing his muscles as he leaned forward.

"Whad'you want?"

JJ smiled. "After the game is over, you have to jump off the dock, into the marsh." You frowned. You were a little let down by the anti-climatic nature of his dare; it was unlike the blonde.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit." You quickly retorted, shaking your head, knowing that wasn't an option.

“Yeah, I know. You aren’t wearing a bra either.” JJ smiled devilishly. A chorus of “oohs” came from the group that was gradually gathering around. Your mouth dropped open a little.

You closed your mouth and glared at JJ for a second. “Bet.” You said and gasps of disbelief and giggles left the small crowd. Even JJ raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at your answer, but he regained his confident front quickly. “And if I win, you have to show me the video Pope took of you from last weekend.”

JJ immediately dropped his smirk. Pope and John B shared glances, obviously knowing what JJ says/does in the video. “Yeah, that’s not happening.” JJ said looking away.

“Only if you lose.” You reminded him and JJ looked up at you. “What? Is JJ Maybank scared to lose at beer pong to a chick?” You challenged.

Laughs and more “oohs” came from the small group of party-goers. 

JJ looked at you for a minute. “Fuck it. Fine. Let’s do it.”

The game got set up.

“Last chance to back out, Y/L/N. You ready?” 

“I’m always ready for your JJ.” You teased. He shook his head, knowing the tactic of trying to distract him with flirting all too well. You looked at each other in the eyes and took the first shot at the same time to see who would go first. Your ball bounced off the rim of the solo cup and of course, JJ’s sunk in one. You took a breath in and JJ smiled and cocked his head at you. 

“Get used to passing those back to me, Y/N/N, because you’re not gonna keep them at all tonight.”

“Yeah, keep talking shit, JJ. We know this is the only way you’re scoring tonight.”

JJ’s first shot of course went right in. “Drink up, babe”

You smiled and grabbed the first cup, downing it easily. “How’s losing taste?” He asked, getting cockier by the second.

“Just shoot your shot.”

He does and sinks another one, shit-eating grin only growing more. “Balls back.” He smirked. You glared for the umpteenth time that night, but matched his smirk as you rolled the balls back and downed another cup. 

“You regretting this bet now?” JJ asked as he sunk another one. 

“There’s a lot of game left, Maybank.” You continued feigning confidence. 

Finally, JJ misses one. “Fuck” JJ whispers under his breath. “Alright, Y/L/N, let’s see what you got.”

You shot and made it, grinning at JJ. “Okay, okay. it’s just one.” JJ says and gulps down the first drink. You sink another one. “Balls back.” You smile.

You waste no time sinking the 3rd one. “Getting nervous, J?” You ask. But before he can answer, you’re missing your 4th shot, “Not really.” JJ replies cooly. 

The game went on and of course... JJ won.

“Never shoulda bet against me, Y/L/N.” JJ gloated smugly. “I definitely should have raised the stakes though, because jumping into the marsh with your clothes on isn’t really that satisfying for me.”

“Who said I was gonna keep my clothes on?” You asked seductively as you shimmied out of your denim shorts, but leaving your cheeky underwear on. JJ gaped at you for a second before regaining composure and smirking at you. You turned your back to him and took your top off before swan diving off the dock. 

“Fuck that’s cold!” You yelled when you resurfaced and approached the ladder to get back on the dock. JJ had a towel ready for you, but when you went to grab it, JJ pulled it back, just out of reach with that shit-eating grin on his face. You shot daggers at him with your eyes.

“First, say: ‘JJ is the sexiest, funniest, smartest guy I know and I was completely wrong for thinking I could beat him at anything.” 

If looks could kill, JJ Maybank would be one dead pogue from the scowl you were giving him.

“Fuck that. JJ, give me the fucking towel.” You said reaching for it again and not realizing your bare chest was coming out of the water. JJ smirked down at you and licked his lips, before you threw your arm over your chest to cover your boobs. He chuckled to himself, “The water really is cold, huh?” he teased, 

“JJ.” You said sternly.

“You gotta say it.” 

You inhaled deeply, “JJ’s the sexiest, funniest guy and I was wrong for thinking I could beat him.” You muttered and slurred quickly under your breath.

“What was that Y/N/N? I didn’t hear you.”

“Fuck you ...JJ is the sexiest, funniest, smartest guy I know and I was wrong-”

“Completely!” JJ clarified.

“-completely wrong for thinking I could beat him. Now give me the fucking towel, Maybank.”

JJ held the towel out, unfolded so it completely covered the view of you climbing the ladder so no one could see you, but he didn’t turn away, instead he kept eye contact with you even as you struggled to cover your boobs while climbing up the ladder. Once you emerged, he wrapped the towel around you and smiled. You held the towel around you as you kept eye contact with JJ a little longer than usual. You looked away first and cleared your throat. Getting nervous, you stuck your hand out for a handshake. “Good game, Maybank.”

“Good game, Y/L/N.” He said sweetly. And with his guard down, you easily pushed him off the dock and into the water. You laughed as did a lot of the party who witnessed it. 

JJ surfaced, “Oh you are so dead, Y/N! You know that right?” JJ said dangerously as he quickly paddled over to the ladder and you started to retreat.

-

You and JJ ended up in a tickle/wrestling match, after he chased you. And as the party continued, JJ only seemed to cling to you more. You couldn’t help but think that maybe the relationship between you two was more than just shameless flirting, that maybe it could be something more. JJ let you borrow some of his clothes after you both ended up in the marsh, so you could be warm and comfy. You were in his lap with is arms around your waist, sitting around the fire, when your brother texted that he was on his way to pick you up. 

“Time to go?” JJ whispered to you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he read the text on your phone. 

“Yep, it’s that time.” You sighed and leaned into him for just a second before standing up. JJ followed you away from the fire. “So I’ll see you tomorrow night at the movie thing? I’ll bring back your hoodie all washed.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about it. Looks better on you anyway.” JJ smiled as he brought a hand up to your cheek and ran his thumb along your jaw. You couldn’t suppress the butterflies swarming your stomach. You both looked down at the other’s lips when a horn honked loudly. 

Both of your heads snapped in that direction and JJ’s hand immediately fell from your cheek. “Y/N let’s go!” Your brother yelled from his truck

 Now, Jj was the one who cleared his throat awkwardly, “Okay, so yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You laughed at the awkwardness of the situation, “Bye” 

JJ bit his lip, shoving his hands in his pockets and smiling before turning back to the party.

You walked over to your brother’s truck. “I’m just gonna go inside and go to the bathroom real quick.” 

This earned an eye roll from your brother.

When you walked out of the bathroom and out of the Chateau, you saw JJ grabbing a drink from the cooler ...and he wasn’t alone. Your heart sank as you saw him handing a girl you’d never seen before a drink, both smiling and laughing before JJ followed the girl and sat next to her around the fire. 

Maybe it was all in your head. Would JJ Maybank actually be more interested in you than just a friend he flirted with? He did flirt with everyone after all. You just thought maybe it was different with you. Did it really only take 5 minutes for him to move on to the next girl? 

“Hey, you okay?” A voice asked, pulling you out of your heartbreaking thought spiral. It was Pope. He was headed inside to get some water. Pope followed your gaze to where JJ and the girl were, the tears in your eyes threatening to slip out.

“What?” You asked after not really processing what he said as you finally broke your gaze off JJ and looked at Pope who gave you a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, I’m fine!” You said wiping your eyes. “My brother’s waiting to take me home, so I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You sniffled. 

Pope smiled sweetly, “Yeah, see you then Y/N.”

You got into your brother’s truck and he started driving back to your house when you got a text from Pope. 

Pope: I know you lost, but I’m gonna show it to you anyway.

Then another text came through, this one was a video. The video of JJ from last weekend.

In the video, all 3 boys were out in the hammocks, visibly drunk, or high ...or both. JJ being the worst of the 3.

Pope was holding the phone. “So JJ, your turn: who’s the one girl on the island for you?”

JJ scoffed drunkenly and it was clear that he didn’t know Pope was filming: “Bro, obvusly it’s Y/N/N dude. Y/F/N fucking Y/L/N. I’d simp so hard for that girl. ...I just want to buy her flowers. I think she likes peenie...ponies...pennies ..whas it called?” 

“You mean peonies?” Pope clarified. John B looked at Pope and realized he was filming and gave Pope a knowing smile. 

“Yeah those. Penonies, pen- whatever. I just want to treat her like a princess. Like sleeping beauty ...Y/N loves taking naps. Or Belle... she reads a lot n stuff ...or ooh Ariel, that’s the one. She’s just like Ariel ...like a mermaid.”

“Y/N has y/h/c hair” Pope stated but JJ ignored this.

“Yeah anything else, J?” John B asked wanting JJ to continue.

“I dunno dude. I just want to brush her hair n feed her grapes.”

John B and Pope couldn’t help but laugh, “Feed her grapes?” John B asked laughing.

“Yeah, dud-” and with that JJ finally turned and realized Pope was filming, “Arr you fucking recording this?!” JJ asked starting to reach over and wrestle with Pope. 

“Oh my god. I cannot wait to show this to Y/N.” Pope laughed.

There was more wrestling between JJ and Pope before the video stopped. 

You smiled down at your phone. “Thanks Pope <3″ you replied back.

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[katsukikitten]

yo here’s an idea for you (just bc i feel like you’ll do this hc justice) a cybersex hc, like a facetime situation with bakugou (or whoever you like) idk how else to explain it

A/N Welp I kinda did what you asked. ENJOY

Your phone pings in your pocket before you pull it out, a message from someone worth losing your kill streak for.

*"King needs a selfie kitten."*

You smirk down at your phone with a cheeky attitude as you angle the phone to get the smallest glimpse at your cleavage, you lean against a muscled arm beside you.

"Kiri, selfie." He turns to the camera giving it a cocky look as you wink with a peace sign sending it on it's way before the two of you continue to pwn noobs on yalls favorite online game.

"Who's that going to?" He asks, rubies glancing back here and there to see how low cut you allowed your shirt to be.

"Just a friend!" You muse, before he watches your face become a little crestfallen.

"Then why isn't your *friend* here?" He asks, nudging you with your shoulder to engage again. You pick up your controller sticking out your tongue.

Kirishima cannot deny that he wants that tongue to do more than tease him.

"He's working! You know how the hero work schedule is." You sigh openly this time, securing top of the leader board as you get a six kill streak is less than a minute.

"Oh a hero?" Kirishima teases as your phone pings, he hopes to see the name of said hero saved in your phone. Instead he just sees King Sama 💥 as the name.

"Yes. A hero!" You nudge him back, he fights the butterflies in his stomach, he wasn't sure how much longer he could be *just* friends with you if your laugh had him that twisted.

That fucked up over just a normal sound and your smile.

Damn it was bright. He goes for a low blow as he adds

"Yet here you are with me, alone, on *Valentine's Day*." The stats come up on screen after they show the play of the game with you annihilating the enemy team.

"Yea well..." You tuck hair behind your ear, unsure of what to say. Heart clenching as Kirishima comes dangerously close. His breath mingles with yours as his tone deepens causing your stomach to flip.

"I wouldn't be afraid to show you off, Y/N." He says softly, leaning impossibly closer, just as his feather soft lips are about to touch yours, your phone rings. Blaring out the familiar tone of a facetime request. Ruby eyes burn into glass as they read King Sama 💥 coming between you and him once again.

"I uh gotta take this. I'll be right back." You say, standing and mostly pretending as if nothing happened. Kirishima plays along, waving the controller as if waving you away. All the while the plastic groans beneath his steely grip.

You slip into the bedroom down the hall, trying to push the thoughts of your room mate out of your mind.

You plug in the string lights to set the mood before you answer the call, his voice comes out of your phone's speaker like sinful velvet.

"I've been gone barely 16 hours and you're already disobeying me." A threat that has your core heating, "I told you to be in bed an hour ago. Shirt off kitten."

You notice that he already ready for bed, shirtless and in nothing but his black boxers. You lick your lips thinking of the prize beneath the soft fabric.

"And I told you I'd be staying up late in protest!" You half smile, half pout as you tell the truth, pulling your shirt over your head. He knew you always stayed up late with Kirishima on his weekend off from hero work.

You half wish Bakugou had instructed you to go to bed early because he was jealous of you spending time with someone else. Your stomach sours at the thought that he most likely hadn't done it out of jealousy or wanting to posses you.

"What was that? Are you talking back?" He expected this, he expected you to only half listen or fight back more so since he isn't there in person. Still he fights to keep the smile from his face.

"That's how a conversation works." You shrug, half agitated with him for being gone on valentines day.

As if he could help when he was sent to another city for work. Plus it wasn't as if you two were dating anyfuckinway.

Just fucking and occasionally hanging out. A dom with his bratty as hell kitten.

Kirishima's words have got you thinking. Maybe you did need something a little bit more. This one sided love, no matter how hot, was starting to hurt your heart. As if on cue your heart pangs out while the rest of your body ignites beneath his gaze.

"You sure have a smart mouth for someone who isn't standing in front of me Kitten." He says darkly, illuminated only by the soft hotel lamp and the light of his phone.

"You wouldn't do anything anyway." You even have audacity to roll your eyes. Bakugou's heart beat quickens, your banter seems to be less flirty and more stand offish than usual. Not being there in person today has him worried, not only are you alone with your male roommate but he knows he isn't there to force what ever is bothering you out of you. As there is no chance in hell you'll swallow your pride and tell him what's wrong.

"Oh I wouldn't Kitten?" His voice takes a sharp edge, "That's fine I'll remember that for later."

Silence stretches between the two of you for a moment as your gut twists, biting at your lip. Now frustrated with your body for still reacting to him as you feel your stomach tighten.

"For now let's address the fact that you're wearing that pair of underwear I got you." His smile is deadly as your face goes to slight shock considering you've only taken off your shirt for him, "It tells me when you've turned it on."

"I...I..I'm not wearing them."

"Oh?" He asks, thumb tapping the screen to activate the little vibe in the black pair of underwear. You let your phone tilt away from you as it buzzes against your clit, tightly pressed agaisnt you especially with how your thighs are pressed together.

"Keep the phone on your face kitten." You do as he asks, keeping the camera pointed at your face. Your cheeks redden quickly as your cunt clenches on it's own, desperate to have something to fill it.

But that wasn't happening tonight was it?

"Pants off." A command as you prop the phone up on your night stand to give him a full view of your body. He lowers the setting a bit while you shimmy your tight jeans down over your thicc ass and thighs. He groans as he watches, palming himself.

"Bend over, slide your underwear to the side so I can see how wet you are." Your body moves on it's own as you do what is commanding, keeping your moans whisper soft. He groans loudly when you move the fabric and a string of your slick sticks to it.

"What do you think Kirishima would do if he knew you were wearing a vibe for me today while you sat next to him? If he knew how much a slut you were?" He asks cranking it up, you let out a loud moan, "Quiet. Unless you want him to hear."

"Nnnnnn. No King I don't." You feel your body twitch as you press yourself against the bed, reminding yourself that he isn't here to slip himself in you.

"Remove your bra and sit pretty kitten." He commands leaving it on the agonizing steady setting.

"No please and thank you?" You ask with some bite to which he switches up the pattern to very low to shockingly high at unpredictable times.

"A king never asks." He smirks as even hundreds of miles apart you're softly moaning his name when he commands you, "Now help me cum baby."

He strokes himself on camera, the sight of it driving you mad, the little bit of precum you can see before he coats his head has you seeing stars. You'd do anything to have that in your mouth right now.

"Tell me what you're thinking." His voice is sultry, "Cause I'm thinking of making sure you're a quivering mess beneath me."

You gasp at the thought of him having his way with you, closely to how he is now.

"I... I.." But you can't tell him what you want as you can barely thing with how nicely this pair of underwear is pleasing you.

"Pull on your nipples for me." And you palm your breasts before pulling at the perked points, sending you closer to the edge that he has been silently denying. Knowing just when to change the setting lower, driving you completely mad. The vibrations go up and a loud moan escapes your mouth.

"Such a naughty thing." He sets it to the lowest setting as you pout, "Trying to cum without permission and being loud when I told you to be quiet."

"But you...Katsukiiiii." You whine instead as he changes it again but allowing you to continue to back talk.

"That doesn't sound like an apology to me." He says as his hand still goes up and down his length furiously. You follow his hand. Twisting this way and that in attempt to let up some of the pleasure as he ups the ante. The closer he gets the higher the setting.

He watches you twist restlessly as your gasped moans ring out over the speaker of his phone. He thanks God above and the creator for Facetime as he watches your cheeks and breasts flush.

And all for him.

He needed this after such a rough day, pops litter his forearms as he groans from the sight of you holding it in.

The sound of tiny explosions has you biting your palm to keep the moan contained. You love it when he's close.

"Who owns this pussy?" He asks, upping the vibration and switching up the pattern. Your nails dig into your thighs as you cover your mouth to keep from crying out.

"Y....you Sama. You own it." You say breathless as you try so so hard to obey him. To keep your release in, if you ended it on a good note he would allow you your crescendo.

He would also make your in person visit that much better.

"Fuuuuck kitten." He says, pumping hard even as cum leaves his throbbing cock in spurts. By habit your mouth is wide open, but you're holding your breath to keep from moaning.

One slips out much too loud and you bite your hand to keep yourself together. Tears collecting in your eyes as you're pushed closer and closer and closer. You begin to rut into the bed, hoping the extra friction with bring relief, cheeks reddening as you pray he gives you permission.

"Please sama please...." You cry out, loosening your cunt walls slowly to allow for the best release. Scarlet eyes watch you fight and bite at yourself in hopes to please him.

However his mind was already made up. He knows when you're at the very brink of your crescendo, he knows your eyes will start to roll back a few times as you focus on the stars you must see and he knows you're close because you're actually begging him.

You're about to snap, about to bite hard into your hand while the other pulls at your nipple like he instructed before the vibrator turns off causing you to let out a whimper.

"S...sama I think the battery may have died." You say, disappointment shrouding your face before he gives you a level look.

"No kitten, I turned it off. You were mouthy so this is your punishment. No cumming until I get back tomorrow. Got that?" Your face reddens as he expects, knowing full well the tantrum that is about to unfold. You stand as if that would make a difference over the phone huffing loudly.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" You yell, not allowing the heat of embarrassment to creep up your throat or the hot tears forming in your eyes since you are not getting your way. Despite knowing he's the only dom you've met that you actually listen to more times than not.

"It is fair kitten. I've been so lenient with you lately and you've been nothing but bratty."

"You're a brat tamer that's your job!" A hiss as your breathing hitches. He bites his lower lip, almost ready to give in and only because he is not there for the after care.

"You don't seem tame to me." He shrugs, "I'm a dom kitten. Now be a good little one and listen."

"Well I'm not. I'm...I'm.." You think of anything you can just to spite him, to get under his skin, it comes out faster than you can think it over, "I'm going to ask Kirishima for help."

Katsuki goes quiet on the other side, you watch his face harden as his eyes turn into glowing hot embers. Silence passes between the two of you. Both too proud to admit how much that sentence hurts you both.

"That's fine Y/LN." He snarls, "We aren't dating. So go ahead. Use him to cum just be sure to let me know if he's better than your Sama."

You see red as your heart claws up your throat, especially by the use of your last name.

"Fine!" You hiss ending the call with out your normal good byes.

He sends a threatening text that he knows will egg you on, angry with you for wanting another man and himself for not being man enough to tell you that he likes you and has for the past several months.

That he may be in *love* with you.

*"If you do fuck him. Be sure to send pictures."*

The text makes you feel next to nothing to him as you silently scream. You shove off the underwear angrily, slipping in the dicking down shorts Katuski loves so much and the same ones you've caught even gentleman Kirishima eyeing from time to time before slipping back on your tight top.

You had asked for this. You told him explicitly no feelings and not to be light on punishments.

And look at you crying because he did exactly as you asked while you were the one stupid enough to break your own rule. You splash your face with cold water until it no longer looks as if you'd been crying. Scrubbing the towel over it before giving your reflection your best cat like smile.

You were going to eat Kirishima up.

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[insane-weasel]

Febuwhump Day 2: “i can’t take this anymore”

DreamNotFound/DNF

Sum: Stephen King cliché AU—in where kids find true evil, cliché and then it hunts them to adulthood. Not fully formed idea (not my finest work, more just feeling out characters I’ve never written before). 

CW: Animal death, human death, Stephen King vibes.

George’s back was to the wall, his heart thudding in his chest. His eyes went to the door. It hadn’t fully latched, but he couldn’t move to close it entirely now. It would give his position away. On the other side of the door he could hear the soft final footsteps of someone ascending the stairs.

The scrape of a knife against wood—an absent noise from the hefty blade in the killer’s hand hitting the bannister.

How’d he get here?

His life flashed before his eyes.

…

Years ago. When George was ten. This started.

“We shouldn’t be here,” Bad muttered. He was hanging back as far as he could, but not too far from Ant, who was holding the flashlight. Sapnap had his own flashlight and was leading the way, and George trailed between.

“Relax. I’ve seen those older guys in here all the time,” Sap reassured. “They probably have something cool stashed in here. Or like a secret lair. Or I don’t know…”

Sap put his hand to the wall of the cave and shined the flashlight down a dark tunnel that was about a foot high and then towards their current path which was narrow and hardly tall enough for all of them to comfortably walk through. If any of the older guys came in here, they must have to crawl.

“I think we made a wrong turn,” George reasoned, glancing behind him at Ant’s calm, but similarly reluctant face. He nodded at that, but Sapnap shook his head.

“Just a little bit more! We’ll turn back if we don’t find anything.”

“What if there’s bats in here? Or I don’t know—wolves?”

“There’s no wolves in the UK!” Sapnap said defiantly.

“There could be a bear in here?” Bad said.

“He’d have to be a skinny bear,” George said, turning sideways to avoid a jutting edge in the stone. The two behind him followed suit and Sapnap stalled up ahead, running the flashlight up the wall of stone. It was a little higher in here, but only by a head.

“Dead end?” Ant questioned.

“No,” Sapnap said and stepped to the side, letting the other three crowd into the closet sized space.

A crack was in the stone up ahead, rocks piled on either side of the crack. A painting of a face and other images were on the sides, nearly faded to extinction. Only when Ant waved the flashlight over them a couple of times, did George make out that they were drawings.

“This must be their lair? Less cool then I…thought,” George said. “I don’t think there’s any Pokemon cards in there.”

“It’s giving me a bad feeling,” Bad said. “Let’s just go. We need to get home earlier this time.”

“Let’s go in,” Sapnap suggested. He had to practically squeeze himself through the crack, sucking his stomach in and shimmying his shoulders until he was through. “It’s bigger on the other side. A lot! It’s like a room!”

Sapnap had moved away from the opening, his flashlight disappearing further into the opening, so George quickly followed, and Ant concerned bent down, tucking his flashlight under his chin to try and squeeze through the crack at the bottom where it was a little wider.

“Guys!” Bad said panicked. “Don’t just—fine, I’m coming. Don’t leave me out here.” George got through with some effort, but straightened and dusted his hands off on his pockets to see Sapnap shining the flashlight up at the paintings and old torches on the wall, that were—well, obviously, out. They looked ancient.

Ant behind him shined the flashlight in the center of the room to the big stone in the middle. He thought it looked like a well of some type, but it was covered.

Bad made it through with some muttered anxieties about their situation before he straightened, standing between George and Ant and hesitantly looking around the place.

“I don’t think this is the college kid’s hideout,” Bad said.

George nodded. “Looks too…old?”

“Lots of old things around England,” Ant commented.

“But what old thing is this?” George questioned, nudging the stone well with his foot.

Sapnap was bored looking at the pictures and turned his attention to the stone well. “Oh, I think it’s like a…what’s the word. A grave but not underground—”

“We’re in a grave?” Bad was alarmed.

“I hope not,” Ant said.

“There better not be a dead body in there or I’m telling my mum you were the one who ruined the clothes lines, not me,” Bad began rattling off.

“Want to try and look inside?” Sapnap suggested, turning to George and Ant, and nudging the stone cover with arm.

“I don’t think we can move that,” George argued.

Ant passed the flashlight to Bad and helped Sapnap. George went to Sapnap’s other side and the three pushed against the stone cover. No luck. It felt like it almost budged, but with a great heave, the children gave up. Sapnap looked at Bad who had his arms crossed across his chest.

“Come on, help us.”

“Piss off,” Bad said.

“Either help us, or go on home,” Sapnap snapped.

“Just so you know. I think we shouldn’t do this,” Bad said, tucking the flashlight under his arm and joining them on one side to push against the stone cover. They managed to move it a few inches this time, and with another good heave push it entirely off the stone well

Ant was the first to recover his wits, and peer over the edge. “Someone shine a light down here.”

“Got it,” Sap had his light pointed over the edge. “Oh.”

“What is it—” Bad shined his flashlight over the edge and winced. “It’s almost worse than a dead body. Darkness. Great.”

“So, it is a well?” George said, looking into the darkness.

“I don’t think there’s water down there.”

“Anyone have anything we can throw down it?”

Ant checked his pockets and pulled out a pencil. “Got this.”

“Toss it in then!”

The boys waited for a moment as Ant dropped it in the middle, and waited to see if they heard something.

“Did you hear it hit the bottom?” Sapnap questioned impatiently.

“Maybe it’s too light to make a noise,” Bad said, and searched his own pockets, balancing the flashlight on the edge. “I think I have a few coins. Gimme a second.”

He ended up nudging the flashlight over the edge and George and Ant scrambled for it, but it was too late. They followed the light down and it landed with a loud clang against more stone. It illuminated at the bottom the dropped pencil as well as what looked like something down there, like a cave.

“Don’t suppose anyone sees a rope or ladder or stairs down there?” George proposed.

“Damn it. My father’s going to kill me. I borrowed these from his toolshed,” Sapnap said, gesturing with the remaining flashlight.  

“I don’t think we’re getting that other one back,” George remarked.

“No need to state the obvious,” Ant sniffed. They backed away from the well and glanced around the room, hoping to see something else worth their time. Bad stuck near Sapnap since he had the only light near and Ant leaned against the well, staring at the pictures on the wall. Most were too faded to make sense of.

George glanced back over the edge of the well absently as he circled the room and saw the flashlight below flicker. He reapproached the well and glanced over, just in time to see the flashlight turn off.

“The flashlight went out down there!” George exclaimed.

“We should leave!” Bad immediately said.

“Prolly the batteries knocked loose,” Sapnap said, turning to face George, bringing the flashlight with him to shine over the edge. Ant didn’t even turn around as Sapnap tried using the flashlight to see down below. Even with Sapnap, sticking his hand down in the well, the light didn’t reach the bottom. “Whatever. We’ll go. I’m hungry.”

“You know, this could still make a good story to tell Skeppy. He likes when you tell him of our adventures, Bad,” Ant suggested and Bad shook his head. “Sapnap, can you shine the light on the way we came in so we can all get out.”

“Yeah, Bad you want to go first?”

“Ant can,” Bad volunteered Ant who snorted.

“Scared the boogeymen followed us here and are just waiting for us to leave to finally get us,” George teased, elbowing Bad who elbowed him back harder.

Ant fake screamed before laughing. “I’m out. Come on, Bad.”

Bad jumped, then elbowed George again, as if it had been his idea. “Cut it out. Fine. Fine.”

Sapnap and George exchanged looks, as Sapnap held the flashlight pointed at the edge, waving it a little in slight tease as Bad wormed his way through the gap. George went next, but a noise startled him and Sapnap when he was only one arm through.

Sapnap swept the flashlight over to the source of the noise, startling Bad and Ant who he plunged into darkness doing that.

“Hey!”

“Why?”

Sapnap’s light finally landed on the pencil on the ground near the well. He tensed, almost in disbelief, but then with a sort of cocky assurance, approached the well again, and glanced to George.

George understood the unspoken message. He crossed to stand next to Sapnap as he swept the light down again into the well.

Nothing. Just darkness.

“Guys? Hello? We’re stuck in darkness and I don’t like it,” Bad complained.

“Thought we heard something,” George answered, staring over the edge. He wasn’t really comprehending the darkness, until it suddenly wasn’t darkness. The flashlight had turned on down there, but it was being held by someone. His brain was able to pick out a white face peering up at him, flashlight in hand pointed up at them when Sapnap yelled and startled enough to take a few steps away from the well, leaving George with the ghastly visage of only the illuminated smile below.

“What!”

“Someone’s down there!” Sapnap said.

“Let’s go!” Bad yelled insistent and George agreed, backing away from the well and to the crack in the wall. He grabbed the flashlight from Sapnap when he was halfway through, holding it for Sapnap so he could work his way through. Bad was clutching Ant’s arm, glancing between them and the way they came in desperately. “We need to go!”

“I know!” George said. “Sapnap, you good?”

“I’m good,” Sapnap said, straightening. “I’ll lead us out.”

“Quickly, please,” Bad said, practically shoving Sapnap as he tightly squeezed past Ant and George to take the lead. He was the one who knew the caves best, but it meant George was taking the back as they left, staying as close as he could to Sapnap, but left in near darkness due to their now limited light sources.

As they squeezed through the tight passages they took before, George found his heart getting steadily faster and more nervous, his sweaty hands picking up more dirt than they ought to as they scraped across the walls of the cave as he followed the sound of Bad’s voice and Sapnap’s light.

It felt like something was right behind them. George knew it would do him no good. There was no light behind them. He wouldn’t be able to see.

But he glanced behind them.

And saw nothing.

But it felt. Like there was something behind them.

Eventually, they got out of their tight passageway they took and were back into the parts of the cave they knew better, jogging lightly to get out of their faster until they were in the parts lit by sunlight. They were dirt-covered, sweaty and a little shaken, but after a moment, Sapnap laughed.

“You guys should have seen your faces,” Sapnap said, laughing.

“What?” Bad questioned, indignant.

“It was probably nothing. Just a moth, right George?”

George thought back to the terrible smiling face below. “Yeah.”

…

[Present Day]

But as George knew now. It hadn’t been a moth. He felt his hand shaking as he leaned his head back and held his breath, his ears practically homed in only on the featherlight footsteps right outside the door. The steps passed the door after a moment, but George didn’t take a proper breath in, just breathing ever so slightly through his nose.

After all this time. It was back.

It hunted them. It killed some people then.

It’d do it again.

The first death was someone near the sight last time.  

…

[Past]

George woke up in the morning without a thought to the day’s events before. There was no reason to be bothered by them, even as he headed off to school. It remained a forgotten trip until he and his friends had made it home and were about to write off the hasty essays and what not and be off to their own devices.

When George’s mom shook her head as he came in, holding the phone. “Oh, George. Not today. Stay in. There’s been an accident near here. The neighbor’s son. He—He fell terribly ill.”

Terribly ill had been a very nice way to say found disemboweled in his bed, his head missing. A very gory death.

The boys discussed it at school the next day. Only Bad and George seemed to reckon it was connected to the cave. “No child murderers live here! We’d have heard of it before if they had,” Bad reasoned.

“Unless a child murderer just moved here,” Sapnap said.

“I reckon child murderers don’t live places. They just keep moving,” Ant said.

“I feel like there was something in the cave,” George said. “What we saw was probably a moth, but it felt creepy in there.”

“Not you too,” Sapnap muttered, taking a bite of his sandwich. “I think you’re over-blowing it.”

But that had only been the first death. The second one, hit much closer to home. While George’s mom had prevented him from hanging out with the others the other day, his father had no same fears and let him leave after he confirmed he finished his chores and what not.

They were in Ant’s backyard, play fencing with swords when Ant gave a cry. “She hasn’t come back!”

“Who?”

“Mimi.”

“Doesn’t she normally spend all day sunbathing out here,” Bad questioned, ducking Sapnap’s attempted foul move of knocking him upside the head. “She’s too old to go far.”

“But she always comes when it’s dinner time,” Ant muttered. “Mimi,” he called out at the woods, beckoning for his old, arthritis ridden cat.

No cat came.

George had been taking a break and got up, stepping past Sapnap who was doing an impressive job of blocking every hit. “Let’s go look for her,” he suggested to Ant.

They didn’t have to go far.

They saw the figure, yellow, bright and hunched over a carcass with a collar on it. The white mask stained red.

“Mimi!” Ant cried out, and he charged the figure, only being held back by George, as the figure straightened, its white face turning to look at them. “My cat!”

“Ant!”

The figure started towards them and George pulled Ant with him back towards his yard. They stopped only when they hit the backporch. Ant was sniveling quietly to himself, and George’s eyes were peeled on the small woods.

Nothing came out of it. But if he squinted he could see a white mask behind the trees.

Sapnap and Bad lowered their wooden sticks, glancing to the two with obvious concern. “Oh god, did she finally croak?” Sapnap questioned.

“Something killed her! I saw her dead body!”

“And the thing from the cave was hunched over her,” George said.

“What—you said you didn’t see anything?” Bad protested, suddenly suspicious. “This isn’t a prank?”

“No—”

“I didn’t see anything hunched over, Mimi,” Ant said, wiping at his tears. “What are you—”

“The thing holding the flashlight in the cave,” George said turning to Sapnap. “You saw it! It was in those woods hunched over the cat!”

“I only saw the floating flashlight,” Sapnap said. “Nothing—why would only you be able to see it?”

“I don’t know!” George said. He glanced to the woods. “It’s out there. Watching us. I can feel it.”

The boys went silent, eyes turning to the woods. “Where is it at?” Bad whispered.

George focused on the woods, but he couldn’t make out any mask shapes within it. “I’m not sure. I just—I just can.” He made eye contact with the pale white face.

…

[Present]

George inched away from the wall, further into the room. He could grab something. This time, the thing knew what George could do. It knew George could put him back in there. That George alone had the power to vanquish him.

Maybe that’s why this time it went after his friends first. Ant was a cat now, there was no curing that. Bad was…wasn’t human anymore either.

He was the only one that could do anything now. George took a deep breath, feeling his heart lock in his throat. There was no escaping it. However, it had gotten out again. Clearly. It wasn’t permanent. Someone had let it out. One of them had to. It took four of them to put it back. It’d only have taken one of them to let it out.

But they got rid of it. They vanquished it. Or so he thought.

…

[Past]

Four boys, an old history teacher and a now childless mother stood over the stone well, now covered again. There was now chains on top and as a final send off, plain English explaining why this shouldn’t ever be opened again.

“It’s over,” Sapnap said.

“Three weeks of terror,” the gruff history teacher said. He’d been named Oldman or something, he moved away after this. His voice had a grim humor. “Three children killed, two adults. And all we had to do to put it back was practically bait it like a mouse on a trap.”

His eyes turned to George. “You listen here, young man—”

“They’ve had a rough day, let’s just get out of here,” the mother said. She gestured them out, but George felt the history teacher’s eyes on his back.

He wasn’t surprised when the woman’s back was turned, he pulled George aside properly this time, jabbing a finger in his chest. “You’re the one the curse is tied to. You’re the one who first made eye contact with it. It’s marked you. When it comes back, you’ll be the only one able to put it back. You’re the only one who can see it properly. You know properly how horrible it looks.”

“I don’t—I can’t,” George stammered.

“Your friends’ lives depend on it.”

“Stephen Olderman, leave that boy alone—are you daft?” His neighbor and the mother of one of those boys he’d never learned the name of cut in, shuffling him back to the safety of his group of friends.

But they were never the same. Ant was haunted. Bad was always itching at his skin. And Sap shuddered, a small tick came over him. Almost as if maybe George hadn’t saved Sapnap in time. That the thing had taken apart of Sapnap with it when it was sealed. Like it called Sapnap to it.

…

[Present]

Sapnap had to have let it out. He was the only one who had any reason to. He was—possessed to. It couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t blame Sapnap.

But with Ant and Bad taken care of, and Sapnap willing to let it out. Then the only person left that could be a threat was…him. George was alone.

And it floored him. He sunk to the ground, suddenly his mind too blank to think about planning some brilliant escape.

He could hear the room next to the one he was in being searched and he decided he couldn’t run anymore. He was facing the creature. He was the only one who could see it. The thing that called itself Dream.

George stood, crossed the room quickly, his heart beating so hard he felt faint, his vision swimming at the edges. He gripped the brass doorknob and twisted it, throwing it open and getting ready to confront the monster.

It exited the room it had been in, clearly having heard George. It stood a few inches taller than him, with the white mask covering its face. It seemed, put-off, George had just revealed himself. Standing weaponless and unprepared before the monster, George just grit his teeth.

“I can’t take this anymore.”

Dream tilted his head, a question.

“You’re going to keep hunting me down. No matter where I go. I can’t vanquish you. Not with Sapnap…under your control. I give up. Kill me.”

Dream took a step forward, raising the sword, but he didn’t move to kill George, seemingly giving him time to change his mind.

“It’s going to come down to this. We banished you before, but that wasn’t enough. You’d already taken your—taken something—someone—to coerce us into letting you out again. If Sapnap could be…fixed—you’d do it again.”

Dream lowered his head. A nod or small sign of acceptance. Maybe it was nothing.

“We fucked up. We opened your tomb. And now…Ant’s a cat. Bad’s this weird…monster. Sapnap is possessed by something and nearly killed me and you—” George spread his arms wide. “I guess…I’m done running. I’m done.”

Dream took a step forward, pressing the sword to his chest, then lowered it until it was digging into his stomach. He was planning to disembowel him.

“Just one question for you?” George questioned.

The monster looked at him.

“Why me? Why can I see you?”

Dream lowered the sword again, and grabbed George by the collar, dragging him close. He was close enough he could feel his breath hitting Dream’s mask

“I wanted you to see me when I killed you,” Dream said, and ran him through.

#febuwhump #febuwhump day 2 #dnf #fanfic

[heroloverangel]

Something You Like

aka how the HELL does Hawks wear shirts?

You’re only slightly tipsy as you stumble home, giving an annoyed glance at the darkened sky and the rain that’s coming down harder by the minute. You hadn’t planned on being out this late, but there was a fun crowd at the bar and you lost track of time. You even got another chance to flirt with that cute hero you met last time. It’s been a good night; not even the increasingly heavy rain is going to ruin your mood. You lift your purse over your head in an attempt to keep dry, then without warning you feel a hand tighten firmly around your wrist from behind.

“Isn’t it a little dangerous to be waving that around? Looks like you’re just asking for trouble, cutie.” You whirl around and find yourself gawking at the smirking face of Hawks, the same hero from the bar. Before you can ask anything, he leans in close to whisper in your ear. “That creep over there’s been following you since you left. I don’t wanna start a fight, I’m just gonna walk you home.” You glance over his shoulder and can just make out a shadow hiding in the alley you passed a moment ago. You feel a chill shoot down your spine and sober up instantly. You nod and resume your walk, Hawks falling into step beside you down the street.

Gradually you relax, not quite returning to your earlier spirits but it’s hard to feel too upset with your current companion. “...He was so pissed, I swear you could have roasted a turkey on his face!” He finishes his story just as you reach your apartment building, both of you soaked from the worsening storm but laughing too hard to care.

“Thanks for everything, back there.” Reluctantly you take a step forward, seeing his wide grin fade into something more neutral as another flash of lightning illuminates the clouds. A thought strikes you, and the words are out of your mouth before you can second-guess yourself. “Do you wanna come up and wait out the rain for awhile?”

If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it. “That’d be great.” His grin is infectious as he follows you up the stairs and into your home.

“Can I ask you a question?” Hawks looks up from your doorway, shoes halfway off and wings dripping buckets of water onto the floor. “Why didn’t you fly here? It would have been faster.”

He holds up one finger almost teasingly. “You ever seen a bird fly in a storm?” You cock your head, open and shut your mouth in confusion. You honestly have no idea if birds can fly in the rain. “Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to stick around longer.” Okay yeah, he’s definitely teasing you now. He laughs at your reaction, wings twitching and alerting you to the fact that your carpet is being soaked worse with every move. You excuse yourself to grab some dry towels, praying you have something large enough to dry his feathers.

You return a few minutes later and find him digging through your fridge like he owns the place. “There’s a microwave right there, you animal,” you scold as you take sight of the leftover teriyaki chicken enroute to his mouth and he shows you that smirk again, completely unphased at being caught sneaking food like a stray raccoon. You dump it onto a plate to heat up before tossing a towel over his damp hair, drying him off yourself to keep his teriyaki-covered fingers from staining it. His head is a fluffy mess when you pull away and two thoughts cross your mind. 

One, he’s a lot smaller than most of the pro heros you’re familiar with. His cohorts like All Might and Endeavor are massive, almost larger than life figures, intimidating just from their size alone. Hawks in comparison isn’t much taller than you, he feels more like a regular person than a living legend. It’s comforting, how normal he seems in your home.

Two, you realize you were mistaken to think of him as cute earlier. Here in your kitchen with his messy hair and that taunting grin, he’s actually wickedly, stupidly handsome. On impulse you reach up and ruffle his hair; it’s surprisingly soft and feathery between your fingers and the man in front of you practically chirps at the contact. 

Without warning his wings flap, spraying water across the room and knocking half your cooking supplies off the counter. “Hey, at least they’re mostly dry now,” he points out, giving his feathers a tiny shake as proof. He’s nice enough to help clean up before swiping the hot chicken from the microwave and sauntering over to claim your couch. You can’t help but take interest in the way he automatically unfolds his wings behind him, spreading them over the back of the furniture in a movement that’s fluid from years of practice. Something occurs to you as you watch him settle in and devour your food.

“Hey, Hawks? How do you even wear shirts? Y’know, with your wings and all?”

The hero perks up at the opportunity to show off, wipes his fingers clean of sauce and sits up to face away from you. “Watch this, it’s fun.” You keep your eyes trained on him as he pulls his arms free from his jacket and does some kind of....weird little shimmying motion with his feathers. It’s almost like he’s compressing them as he flexes his shoulders to shrug the coat off, slipping the appendages through the slits in the fabric so it can fall off behind him. He looks back at you with a wink. “Cool, huh?”

“I have no idea what you just did,” you admit, trying to figure out how he managed that maneuver. 

He shakes his head, not even bothering to hide his snort of laughter. “Okay, watch again.” Before you can protest he’s yanking at his shirt, doing that shimmying thing again that your brain point-blank refuses to understand and relaxes back against your couch, arms folded and expression smug. It’s an unfair move, it’s hard to focus on what you were seeing when there’s a half-naked demigod sitting in your living room like a king on this throne. You don’t hide your curiosity as you look him over; toned muscle showing that he puts plenty of effort into his body even though it’s unnecessary with his quirk. You tear your eyes away from his chest and meet his gaze, enjoyment clear on his face as he relishes your attention. “See somethin’ you like, huh?”

You’re not going to be out-seduced by a guest in your own home. “Yeah, I do.” You sit down, matching his grin as you curl up beside him and reach for the remote.

The two of you carry on like this for awhile, flipping through commercials and listening to the rain slam against your windows as you share the plate of chicken and crack bad jokes at each other. It feels surprisingly natural when he splays his arm across your shoulders, pulling you tighter to himself and the warmth of his body seeps into your clothes. “See something you like, hero?” you ask playfully, tilting your face up to his.

“Yeah, I do.” He can’t quite hide his smile as he leans down to kiss you. His fingers twist into your hair, holding you in place to coax your mouth open for his tongue. He tastes like teriyaki, and the beer he’d had earlier, and something indescribably Hawks that your distracted brain identifies as sexy bird, and somehow it all works for him. He bites at your lip and you groan, pressing closer against his bare chest. You break for air and he takes the opportunity to tug your shirt over your head, no weird shimmy required, and throws it over his shoulder. His fingers wrap around your waist to yank you up into his lap, wings fluttering up to cage you in. “I’m seeing a lot that I like.”

You feel yourself blushing, kissing him again to hide your reaction. He trails his hands up your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He takes notice of your nipples hardening under your bra and wags his eyebrows. You can’t help but roll your eyes but don’t complain when he reaches up your back to pop open the hooks and slip it off you. Hawks licks his lips almost unconsciously and grabs for you, giving your breasts a firm squeeze. His lips trace along your pulse, thumbs circling over your nipples and you begin to melt into his attention. Your own hands drag down his firm abs to the front of his pants where you can feel his dick hard for you and you let out breathy sigh before fumbling with his zipper.

“Babe, chill. I’m not going anywhere,” he teases, giving you a whistle of appreciation. “Were you gonna hide these from me all night? That’s downright cruel.” He pinches your sensitive flesh in his fingers and your whimper only spurs him on to grope you more.

“Maybe we’d have got...gotten to this sooner if you hadn’t spent all night s-shoveling chicken into your mouth like--oh shit, Hawks...” your sentence trails off as his mouth leaves a trail from your collarbone down your chest to capture a nipple between his teeth. He’s got you squirming on his lap in seconds, sucking on your tender skin until you’re whining out his name with every breath. He releases you with an indecent slurp only to kiss a path across to its twin, already stiff and ready for the same treatment. You grip onto his sleek hair, raking your nails across his scalp as his tongue lathes over you, stubble on his chin teasing you to an almost embarrassing arousal. He finally separates from you after several more minutes of admiration, once you’re reduced to a panting mess on top of him and nearly pleading to be fucked.

“Sooo,” he drawls, leaning back to get a good look at you and allowing those giant wings to support your balance. “What do you wanna do now?” 

You’re already slipping out of your jeans before you answer. “Fuck me, hero.” You try to sound confident, you really do, but the request comes out sounding far too needy to be convincing. You’re not sure whether you want to slap that shit-eating grin right off his smug face or kiss it away.

He sits up a little straighter with interest, thumbs rubbing patterns into your hips and then catching the edge of your panties. That cocky smile only grows wider as he pulls your underwear down without a moment’s hesitation to see just how wet you’ve gotten for him. His hand presses between your thighs, ghosting over your clit and dragging a sigh out of you. “Wow, it doesn’t take much for you, does it?” His fingers slip into you before you can reply, scissoring your pussy open and all you can do is moan and hold on to him. You let out a little sound of disappointment when he pulls them out to lick your juices off but don’t have long to complain before he gets to the point. You can’t tear your gaze away from the movement of his hands; you watch intently as Hawks reaches for his pants and somehow manages to yank them down past his knees, taking his boxers with them and finally revealing his cock to you.

There’s no trace of self-consciousness on his face, only total satisfaction while you look him over. He’s not huge, proportioned nicely along with the rest of his body, and you have to admit it’s the best looking dick you’ve ever seen. He’s flushed such a pretty rosy color all down his length, light veins decorating him perfectly. The wide head of his cock stands eager for attention, you can’t wait to feel it buried inside you and your inner muscles clench at the idea. 

“C’mere babe,” he grabs at your hips again, voice husky as you straddle his thighs and he lines himself up to enter you. Without a second thought he’s pulling you down onto his shaft, low groan in his throat as you sink down to take him. Your cunt is so wet you offer no resistance and he bottoms out inside you in one firm thrust. A choked little gasp escapes you and he pauses, fingertips tracing a random pattern along your thighs. “You okay there?” You nod, offering a little smile of your own as you adjust to the fit and the soothing touch of his hand stops to grip firmly at your hips. “That’s good. Hold on to me.”

You know how fast Hawks can move; you’ve seen plenty of videos from his fights. You’re expecting to get fucked at some near-inhuman speed, your brain scrambled inside your skull like a plate of eggs. He surprises you instead, holding you close and rutting up inside you slowly enough to make you intimately familiar with every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you. It’s unexpectedly intimate and you find yourself focusing on his face, where he’s still giving you that same pleased smirk. “I take my time when it matters,” he explains simply, pulling you down to meet his grinning lips. Another roll of his hips has you breaking away to let out a shaky whimper as his dick presses against your g-spot.

“F-faster, Hawks,” you pant, struggling to speed up against the steady hold on your hips keeping you in place. There’s a spark of mischief in his eyes that makes something in your stomach fip.

“Ask me nicely,” he teases, squeezing your hips down just a bit more to thrust deeper in your pussy. Well, you’re not going to beg; you have too much pride for that. You clamp your mouth shut and he laughs, wings flexing around you and grazing your back. “Bet I can make you ask for it,” he challenges, gaze never leaving yours and you can feel sweat trickle down your back.

Your partner keeps one hand firmly in place to control your movements but lets the other one roam over your body. You’re hyper aware of the path of his fingers while he circles your navel, tickling over your stomach and ribs and up to your breasts. He pinches at your nipple without warning and you cry out despite yourself and instinctively tighten around his dick in response to the simulation. “You’ve got a real nice voice,” he huffs out, voice rough and you think to yourself that you really shouldn’t enjoy the sound of it quite so much.

You’re not going to beg; you shut your eyes so you don’t have to look at that absolutely sinful expression on his face as he continues to fuck you at a brutally slow pace. Hawks shows no sign of giving up, he’s only spurred on by the squeezing of your cunt that you can’t control. He pulls you closer, nips at your ear and his tongue follows a bead of sweat running down your throat. His lips find your nipple again and suddenly it’s hard to breathe, your eyes snap open and the bastard winks at you, sucking it into the heat of his mouth and you can’t stop the way you clench tight around his dick.

You’re not going to beg, you remind yourself as a sound coming out of you that’s shamefully close to a whine slips out. You’re not going to beg, even when he lets go of your nipple with a wet pop and targets the other one. You’re not going to beg-

You’re so distracted by his attack on your breasts you don’t even notice him finally releasing your other hip to rub his calloused thumb over your clit, and your resolve snaps like a rubber band.

“Fuck, Hawks. Please, go h-harder! I need more, please. I-” your words devolve into a needy moan and his attention to your clit speeds up.

“See, all you had to do was ask.” His unoccupied hand reaches over to squeeze hard at your ass and he picks up speed, your body following along with his movements. “Was that so hard, honey?” His smile is taunting but you love it, your greedy cunt milking him for anything he’ll give you. You cry out for him and his grip tightens to pull you up and down faster on him; you wonder if he’s getting as close as you are. You relish every second he’s got you bouncing on his cock, his hand continuing to make quick work on your throbbing clit and you can feel yourself starting to come undone.

“H...god, Hawks, I’m gonna come, you feel-mmm, feel so good...” you manage to pant out in his ear, unsure if you feel lightheaded from the sex or the heat of your bodies trapped within his wings. He redoubles his efforts, thrusting up inside you with even harder, faster strokes and his touch against your clit becomes almost painfully intense. Your climax comes with his lips sucking a red mark into your neck, your own hands buried in his messy hair and your ragged voice squealing his name over and over.

He doesn’t last much longer once your own needs are taken care of. He fucks you at that same frantic speed for a few more minutes, enjoying the sight of your breasts jiggling with every rapid motion of his body as you do your best to keep up with it. Lucky for you both, he’s got enough sense to slam on the breaks and pull out at the last moment, painting your shaky thighs and stomach with his cum only seconds after retreating.

“Shit.” Hawks falls back against the couch and spreads his wings out to allow you to slip from his lap and sprawl uselessly beside him on the cushions. The two of you sit together for a minute, slowly catching your breaths and shooting each other satisfied glances. “Now that’s how you spend a rainy day,” he jokes and it’s so stupid you can’t help but laugh.

You’re a good host and remember to toss the dirty plate from earlier into the sink and offer him some water after that workout, and then excuse yourself to the bathroom to clean up the mess he’s made of your body. You come back out wearing an old t-shirt and fresh underwear and find yourself a little disappointed to see him slipping his own clothes back on. You watch him pull his jacket on, doing that same weird little shimmy from earlier to get his wings through the slits and have to admit that you still don’t understand how that works.

“Oh, are you leaving? You don’t have to, you can stay over if you want.” You try not to sound too hopeful.

He shrugs his shoulders and gives you a sad little smile. “Sorry, I gotta get back to work soon. A hero’s job is never done, and all that.” He puts his shoes back on then stops for a moment and steps over to you. You’re pulled in for a quick kiss before he opens the door. “I’ll see you around,” he calls before walking out. You’re not surprised to see a red blur flying past your window after another minute, soaring higher up into the clearing sky.

You sigh quietly and settle back down on your couch, reaching for your phone to distract yourself. You never bother to lock it simply for convenience’s sake, and you pause at the fact that there’s an open text to an unfamiliar number on your screen. You read it and grin when you realize who was using your phone.

🐔 the food’s my treat next time 🍴

#lemon #hawks #hawks x reader #bnha x reader

[heathsbitch]

THE HANDMAIDEN - t.g*

Scenario: The reader is Yara Greyjoy's handmaiden. When Theon goes back to the iron islands, there is a maid that catches his eye.

Warning: Smut, oral sex (F on M), fingering, spanking. (This imagine contains unprotected sex. Please take caution irl and wrap it before you tap it.)

Word Count: 1937

My hands fumbled with plates and food, furiously trying to prepare the Greyjoy's dinner. Eventually, I finished placing the food onto the various plates and rushed into the grand hall. "Sorry, I'm late, your grace." I apologised once I entered the room.

I put the plates down in front of Balon and Yara Greyjoy, but there was another man at the table. "You're not late, Y/N." The king of the Iron Islands told me. "Y/N, this is my brother, Theon." Yara gestured to the third person that was sat at the table.

"My Lord." I turned to the man to curtsy. Theon had bright eyes and a smirk that any girl would faint over. My heart rate sped up the longer I looked at the prince. We stared at each other, neither of us wanted to look away.

A strange feeling filled my stomach. It could've been love or lust but judging by the look on the man's face, he was lustful. The smirk that spread across his face lured me into him and I just couldn't look away.

"Y/N," The king snapped me out of my daze. "You can leave us now." Balon ordered. I curtsied one more time before heading for the exit. "Wait." Yara called out. I spun around to look at the princess. "Yes, my Lady?"

"Can you get the guest chambers ready for Theon? He'll be staying with us for a while." My eyes latched onto Theon's again, "Of course, my Lady." I went to leave the room, my thoughts ultimately confused by the young prince. 'What is happening to me? I've only just met the man. Besides, he's a Lord and I'm a serving girl. Nothing would ever happen between us.' Mentally, I scolded myself as I walked to the guest chambers.

"What did you say your name was, again?" A voice startled me. I shot up from my position and turned to look at the young Lord. "I didn't, my Lord." Theon took a step closer to me. "What is your name?" He tilted his head as he asked the question. "Y/N." I squeaked out.

There was something about the way he held himself, something cocky and alluring. It was intimidating all the same. "Y/N," He repeated and smirked, liking the way my name sounded in his mouth.

"Well, you're pretty. For a handmaiden," I didn't know whether to take his words as an insult or compliment so I stayed silent. My eyes were cast at the floor, too afraid to make eye contact with Theon. He took another step towards me, this time I took one as well.

My back hit the cold, stone wall behind me, sending a snaking shiver down my spine. "Do I scare you, Y/N?" His voice held humour in it, almost as if he enjoyed my discomfort. The smirk stayed firmly on his lips as he got closer to me.

He brought his hands to rest against the wall, either side of my head. "I believe your Lord asked you a question," Theon taunted. I nodded, frightened that if I spoke, it would come out as a whimper rather than words. "Good girl," His right hand harshly met my face.

He didn't hit me, just firmly grasped my chin. Using my head, the Lord pulled me closer to his body. "But that's no way to treat your Lord, now. Is it? I'm afraid, you'll have to make it up to me." His voice was low and his icy eyes bore into mine.

His face was but inches from mine. Our lips almost touched but I refrained from his touch, "My Lord, this isn't right." I told him but he ignored my comment. He pressed his lips into mine, his eyes fluttering shut in the process. My actions mimicked his.

A deep rumble sounded in Theon's chest as he kissed me. His thumb caressed my face as he pushed me further into the stone behind me. Bodies pressed against each other, teeth clashing, tongues colliding, everything had happened so fast but neither of us planned on stopping.

The Lord brought his other spare hand to meet the ties of my dress. He hastily fumbled with them, trying to pry the dress off of my body. Eventually, we managed to get it off and I stood before Theon, naked, vulnerable. He broke the kiss to take one look at me and the smirk returned to his face before our lips met each other, yet again.

The wall sent biting shudders down my spine. I clutched onto Theon as his hands slid down to rest on my waist. We pulled away from each other, "Knees. Now." He ordered me and forced me onto the floor. I could already see the bulge beginning to form in his breaches. My hands quivered from nerves but reached up to undo the strings that held the Lord's trousers together.

I shimmied them down his legs and he pulled his top off as I did so. A loud groan came from above me, "Now, this is a fucking sight," He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and threaded his hands through my hair.

"Open wide." He tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth again and I opened mouth as I was told. Theon carefully placed himself in my mouth and began to thrust, lightly at first. But he grew more confident every time he plunged into me, he got more violent.

The grip on my head tightened as he shoved his cock into my mouth. Gargles and moans came from it, I clung onto the Lord's thighs for dear life. My nails dug into is pale skin and a grunt erupted from his throat, a string of curses came shortly after.

One of his hands left my head and slapped the stone wall behind me, the pleasure was getting to him. "If you continue like that, I'm gonna cum, love. And I'm gonna cum hard." Theon warned me. I worked harder. I brought one of my hands from his thighs to grasp his cock. Another groan came stumbling from his mouth. He was falling apart beneath my touch.

I stroked his length as my mouth licked and sucked at him. Theon's moans got louder and before I knew it, he was finishing. Hot spurts of liquid shot down my throat. I swallowed every last drop. Wiping my lips, I stood up to stand face-to-face with him. He towered over me and he loved it.

Our lips joined again but this time Theon picked me up. He didn't push me against the wall like I thought he would. He carried me to his freshly made bed and threw me onto it. A giggle came from me as I landed and the Lord smiled down at me. Without hesitation, he crawled onto me and joined our lips again.

Theon's tongue entered my mouth. It collided with my own then moved on to lick my lips. He took one of them in between his teeth and pulled on it, grinning when I whimpered from his actions.

His right hand dragged from the base of my knee to the apex of my thigh. Gradually, he slid a finger into me, relishing in the ludicrous moans that came from me. Theon dragged his finger in and out of me, curling it at a perfect angle.

My hands shot up to grab his shoulders, nails digging into them. His pace increased and he added more and more fingers to me. "I've gotta' stretch you out for later, love." He mewled into my ear.

His eyes met mine once again. We didn't break eye contact, not once. The Lord kissed me again, he was still rough but this time it held more lust, more passion. "My Lord," I whined. "I think I'm close."

He removed his long fingers from my dripping core. "Oh no, not yet. I want to be deep inside you when you cum." Theon clutched his cock in his right hand, his left one rested above my head to stop himself from crushing me.

The Lord pushed himself into me, cries of pleasure escaping both of our mouths. Everybody else in the castle was forgotten about. It didn't matter if we were heard. They would've just thought Theon was fucking another one of his whores. But that was exactly what I was.

Another one of Theon Greyjoy's pretty whores.

"Fucking hell, love. You're tight." The Lord smirked down at me as he pulled out almost all the way only to plunge himself deep into me. "My Lord." I whimpered in his ear. His eyes rolled back into his head as he clutched onto my thigh, wrapping it around his hips so he could get a better angle.

"Please, call me Theon." He assured. Once again, his pace quickened. He slammed into my fragile body, trying to cling to every last feeling of euphoria he could get his hands on. Theon's thrusts became sloppy, however, and I knew that he was close.

The Lord slowly lifted his hand up to my pussy, his finger connected with my clit and he furiously rubbed circles into it. A scream jumped from my throat and I lurched forward, my nails scraped down his back. Another moan came from the Lord. But he pulled out.

As he did so, he turned me around and yanked my ass into the air. Without missing a second, he plunged himself into me again. The only sound in the room was our cries and the sound of skin against skin.

Theon's fingers clenched onto my hips and he pulled me into him and pushed me away. He repeated his process and his grip only got harder. Bruises began to form but neither of us took notice. The Lord raised his hand into the air to bring it clashing down onto my ass.

Another scream came from me and my own eyes rolled back into my head. A knot was forming in my stomach, and the rope was close to snapping. It was when Theon hit me for the second time when it snapped.

I buried my head deep into the pillows of the Lord's bed, screeches and chants of Theon's name flowed from me like a dam with burst walls. Waves and waves of pure pleasure ransacked my body. And Theon kept thrusting.

Until, with a cry of my name, he came. Fingers grasping onto me for dear life. He collapsed onto my weakened frame and breathed heavily into my ear.

Eventually, the Lord rolled off of me and to the other side of the bed. "Come 'ere, love." He ordered me with a soft voice. I spun around and crawled over to Theon. My body lied on his, our breaths uneaven and mixed. It was...

Perfect.

And I wouldn't have changed any of it for the world. Until a knock came sounding at the door. A dark figure opened the door and walked into the room. "Theon," A voice began. It was a woman with dark hair who had came in. Theon's sister, Yara. The signature Greyjoy smirk rested upon her plump lips.

"I do hope you left some for me."

#theon greyjoy smut #game of thrones #imagines #alfie allen #smut #fic

[missjanjie]

are you ready for the mOst overused prompt ever... branjie is on tour and they get put in the same hotel room but wait,,,,there’s only one bed😳

listen ive used this trope in my own fics i am not above the classics

- 

While some hotels allowed each queen their own small rooms,other times there was two to a regular one. No one minded, they were all usedto being kept in close quarters. So, when they got to this hotel, they pairedoff room by room without argument.

It wasn’t clear if Brooke Lynn and Vanessa were assigned thesame room by fate, or if someone in management decided it for them, but neitherhad any complaints. The room was perfectly nice, and the king-sized bed lookedincredibly inviting.

“What d’you think, Vanjie? Was this an accident or issomeone pulling the strings on purpose?” Brooke asked as he set his bag at theside of the bed. He kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the bed, nothesitating to make himself comfortable.

“I wouldn’t put it past someone to try and be cute and setus up,” Vanessa chuckled and sat cross-legged on the bed. “Not gonna lie,though, there ain’t anyone else on that bus I’d rather share a bed with,” hetold him.

Brooke chuckled, rolling on to his stomach so he was lookingup at him. “You flirting with me, Vanjie?” he cooed teasingly.

Vanessa rolled his eyes and grinned. “Hola, como estas?” hemimicked himself, giggling. “I don’t think I need to seduce you, though. Ithink you still want some of this,” he winked.

“Oh, you think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?” Brookepushed himself up and pinned Vanessa down on the bed. “It’s not my fault you’resuch a good kisser,” he cooed innocently. He leaned very close, face hoveringjust inches above his, then he got back up, sitting beside him instead.

“Don’t you go trying to play cool and act like you aren’tstill trying to get it,” Vanessa huffed playfully and straddled his lap. “I seeyou undressing me with your eyes like a horny schoolboy,” he hummed, walkinghis fingers up Brooke’s chest.

Brooke arched his brow, moving his hands to rest on Vanessa’swaist. “You caught me,” he chuckled. “I’ll just use my hands instead,” and withthat, he tugged off his shirt and started kissing at his neck and collarbone.He rests a hand between his shoulder blades, pulling him in closer.

Vanessa grinned triumphantly, draping his arms over Brooke’sshoulders and grinding against him. “Mhm, that’s better,” he smirked, leaningback enough to pull off his shirt as well. “You suck at playing hard to get, BrookeLynn,” he kept grinding against him, moving a hand down his torso and stoppingit over his groin. “You should just play hard.”

“Cute,” Brooke chuckled breathlessly. He slipped his handsdown and grabbed Vanessa’s ass, bucking up to writhe against him in tandem withhis movements. “I love how you pretend you’re not aching to get fucked,” headded.

“I am,” Vanessa admitted. “It’s just more fun to make youwork for it,” he smirked before finally shimmying out of his jeans and tuggingBrooke’s down just enough for him to see the tent in his underwear.

Brooke huffed, biting his lip and gazing up at him. “You’resuch a dirty tease,” he murmured, leaning up to kiss him, pulling his briefsdown as he did. “You’re gonna make it up to me though, aren’t you? Gonna rideme?” he kissed him again before moving his hand up, resting two fingers againsthis lips and waiting expectantly.

Vanessa couldn’t have kept playing coy if he tried. Henodded, parting his lips and sucking slowly and seductively on his fingersuntil the other deemed them ready.

Brooke moved his fingers down to work Vanessa open andready, only to pull out without warning and lean back, watching him with a cockysmirk.

And Vanessa had quickly buckled into being eager and needy,not hesitating to ease himself down onto his cock, moaning out as he bottomedout. There was only a brief moment of adjustment before he started riding him,moaning out languidly as he worked out a steady pace.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, keep going,” Brooke grunted, buryinghis face in his neck and holding on to his hips. He soon started thrusting upin tandem with Vanessa’s movements, grunting and groaning as they moved insync.

Normally they would have been more careful and cautious, butthey had gotten lost in the moment, fucking with desperation, the headboardhitting against the wall and their moans filling the room. It wasn’t until theywere both fully spent that they calmed down.

They had only just entered a phase of post-coital bliss whenthey heard a knock at the door. Brooke, with slightly more energy, pulled onhis boxers as he got up and opened the door.

“You guys are the worst people to room next door to, Yvieand I just want you to know that,” Asia said, standing in front of them withhis arms crossed.

Brooke shrugged. “Don’t blame us, we didn’t do the roomassignments,” though he had already come to the conclusion that, accident ornot, he was very grateful for it.

#branjie #branjie fic #Anonymous #smut #s11t #out of drag

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 1 (Ben Hardy x OFC)

A/N: First fic here, just letting you know. This is sort of a work in progress, but I'm excited to share it and also liquid courage played a huge part in my decision. I have nothing to do with the cast of BoRhap/any of the real-life people I'm writing about, this is just for funsies! Oh, yeah, italics are Ben's flashbacks in his POV! Enjoy! 

 Warnings: : alcohol usage, drunk Joe Mazzello shenanigans, swearing, kinda fluffy? 

 ---- 

 Annie sat on Gwilym’s sofa, staring blankly at the telly, while Gwil fiddled with his guitar. 

 “I’m so bored!” Annie groaned and threw her head back dramatically, “can we please go to the pub? Please?”

 “No, Banana,” Gwil said for what felt like the millionth time in the past hour, “I told you, I have an early morning and I don’t need the hangover.”

 “But I’m so bored, Gwil!” Annie whined and pouted.

 “Not my problem!” he said in a sing-song voice and quirked his eyebrows. Annabelle huffed, her lip curling up in a snarling manner.

 With furrowed brows, she wracked her brain to try and think of something fun to do or someone to go drinking with. It’s Friday night, after all. A mischievous smile appeared on her face as she picked up her phone from the coffee table and unlocked the screen.

 ‘Busy?’ she typed and tapped her foot while she waited for a reply.

 ‘Not really, no.’ Ben had replied within seconds, ‘why?’

 ‘I need a drink.’ ‘Go to the pub, then.’ 

 ‘Alone?’ ‘I’m sure you’ll find someone to drink with once you get there.’

 ‘I don’t want to drink with some stranger weirdo from the pub!’ when she didn’t get any reply for a couple of minutes, she decided to go on a leap of faith, ‘I prefer to drink with a familiar weirdo, instead.’

 ‘I’m sure you’ll be fine.’

 ‘What if I’ll be surrounded by drunk rapists? I need protection. Someone as cute as I am can’t just go drinking alone.’

 Ben stared at his phone’s screen as he bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted nothing more than to see Annabelle, let alone drink with her, but it was a line he wasn’t sure he was ready to cross yet. 

 “What do you think, Frankie?” He asked his Beagle, her ears pricking up at the mention of her name, “want me to stay home with you?” 

 Frankie yawned and cuddled up in her little bed, making Ben snicker.

 ‘So, you want to go for a drink?’ he took a deep breath as he sent the message, nervously biting on the skin around his thumbnail.

 ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

 ‘I’ll meet you there in 30?’

 *** 

“I’m just glad there’s an open bar,” I said as I downed the last of my umpteenth drink, feeling the warmth alcohol gave me, “stupid bloody wedding.”

“Oh, come on,” Joe patted my back, pointing at the dance floor with his drink in his hand, “look at all the possibilities -”

“Banana?!” Gwilym’s body shot up from his chair as he shouted that, his face breaking in a huge smile.

It felt like the red fucking sea parted and the most beautiful girl rushed at Gwil and jumped up into his arms screaming Silly Gwilly. 

“I was looking for you at the church!” her legs snaked out of the two slits at the sides of her floor-length dress and wrapped around Gwil like a Koala would hug a tree, “where were you?!”

“Silly Gwilly?” Joe snorted and passed me a new drink, “that’s a new one!”

“Guys, guys!” Gwil put the Koala girl down and wrapped an arm around her. She was much, much shorter than he was and I couldn’t help but laugh at the height differences, it looked ridiculous, “this is my cousin, Annabelle.” 

“Holy -” Joe dipped down in a dramatic bow, “Her Majesty!”

“Huh?” I looked from Annabelle to Joe, feeling rather confused at the situation.

“Annabelle plays Anne Boleyn on a new historical drama,” Gwil couldn’t look more proud, it was sickening, “did you not listen to a word I said at the pub last night?”

“Ooooh!” Joe rose from his bow, “busted!” 

“Banana,” Gwil rolled his eyes and ignored Joe’s drunk shenanigans, “Meet Joe and Ben.”

“Pleasure,” Joe winked at her before he got distracted by a bride’s maid.

“Is he alright?” Annabelle tilted her head curiously, staring at me intently. 

“Ben, mate,” Gwil snapped his fingers in front of my face, “you’ll catch a fly if you don’t close your mouth.” 

*** 

Annabelle waited under the streetlight for her partner in crime for the night, scrolling through her Instagram feed mindlessly. She looked up and around her from time to time, anxiously waiting for Ben to arrive. When she spotted him walking towards her, she stood up straighter and bounced on the balls of her feet a little. 

 “Hi!” she squeaked and cleared her throat, reaching for an awkward side hug with Ben, “was afraid you’d be a no-show.” 

 “I would never,” he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, causing his red t-shirt to ride up just a little and expose a sliver of skin on his midriff, “shall we?” 

“We shall,” Annabelle giggled and lead the way into the pub. 

 Luckily enough, the pub was exactly in the middle between Gwil and Ben’s flats, a mere 10-minute walk away in each direction. It was where the boys would usually hang out after long days on set, and Ben felt oddly relieved at the familiarity of the place.

 *** 

“I never thought I’d see the queen of England sit alone at a wedding,” I announced as I plopped myself down on the vacant chair next to Annabelle, “where’s the king at?” 

“Right there,” Annabelle pointed at a tall, broad, devastatingly handsome ginger haired man, “where’s your date?”

“Don’t have one,” I shrugged, “drink?”

“How much have you had?” 

“Not enough,” I flagged down a waiter with a tray of champagne and took two flutes. 

“Hold it!” Annabelle called as the waiter turned and took down two flutes of her own, holding one in each hand, “cheers!”

“Won’t your date get mad that you’re sitting here drinking with me?” 

“Mad?” she scoffed, “Probably.”

“Uh -”

“But just because I caught your attention first,” she smirked, her grin a little lopsided, making my heart drop. 

“There he is!” Joe wrapped his arms around my shoulders and leaned down to kiss my head, “I missed you!” 

“You lot don’t go out much,” Annabelle laughed, “do you?” 

“That’s just Joe being Joe,” I tried to shake him off me. 

“Can’t blame him for clinging,” Annabelle shrugged, “you’re irresistible.” 

*** 

 “Are you alright?”

 “Hm?” Ben broke out of his trance as Annabelle climbed on a barstool near a high-top table. 

 “You seem preoccupied,” she smiled at the waitress who brought them menus and perused the list of drinks. 

 “I guess I’m just a bit nervous,” his brows furrowed thoughtfully. 

 “Nervous?” Annabelle scoffed, “we’ve hung out a billion times!”

 “Never alone,” he pointed out, “we’ve always had at least Joe or Gwil or your friends around.”

 “Yeah,” she shrugged, “so?”

 “Never mind,” he picked up the menu and pretended to read it, “so, what are you having?”

 “Stella, probably,” She dropped the menu and propped her elbow on the table, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she studied Ben’s face, “you?”

 “I think I’ll settle for a Tuborg,” he looked around for the waitress and flagged her, “shots?”

 “Oh,” Annabelle shimmied her shoulders playfully, causing one of the thin straps of her lace-trimmed black tank top slide down her shoulder, “I like your style, Mr. Hardy!” 

 “Whiskey, yeah?” he asked just as the waitress arrived and laughed at the grimace on Annabelle’s face, “I’ll let you pick your own shot, then.”

 *** 

 “Oh, my sweet lord!” Annabelle gushed and grabbed Ben’s phone from his hands, leaning closer to him, “that’s the cutest dog I’ve ever seen!” 

 “Told you so,” Ben smiled smugly, “no dog is cuter than Frankie.” 

 “You win,” Annabelle raised her hands in mock surrender and placed Ben’s phone on the table, “she’s one lucky girl.”

 “Is she?”

 “Oh, yeah!” Annabelle quickly downed the last of her third pint of beer, “she has you doting on her and fussing about her,” she noticed Ben’s cheeks turn rosier and rosier and smiled at him, her eyes softening, “are you blushing?” 

 “No way,” he scoffed and raised his glass to his his face, “you’re drunk and imagining things!”

 “Ben Jones, aka, Ben Hardy,” Annabelle said sternly and lowered the glass from his face, “you’re blushing!” 

 “So what if I am?”

 “I think it’s cute,” she reached over and put her hand on his knee. She spotted his eyes moving from her face to her cleavage and smiled cheekily, tilting her head a little, “enjoying the view?”

 “Mhm,” he purred and looked up at her through his long eyelashes, “You think I’m cute? Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know.” 

 “Cocky!” Annabelle smirked, “and, also, not goin’ to happen. That’ll just ruin the mystery.”

 “You can only be mysterious for so long, love.” He said casually before taking a long gulp from his beer. Anne gently squeezed his thigh at the word ‘love’ and leaned in closer, so when Ben put down his pint, their faces were agonisingly close. Their noses gently brushing against one another, they could both feel the others’ breath wash over their lips. 

 “Fuck it.” Ben sighed and closed the distance, cupping Annabelle’s cheek in his large, warm hand, his thumb gently stroking her velvet skin as their lips locked in a hesitant kiss.

 He could feel her smile into the kiss and his apprehensiveness turned to fervour when her fingers entangled in his blond hair, gently tugging when she felt his tongue swipe over her bottom lip, asking for permission. After several minutes of being lost in each other, they broke apart, their foreheads touching. 

 “I was starting to worry you might never do that,” Annabelle laughed sheepishly, “I’m so glad you finally took the hint.”

 “The hint was taken when we first met,” Ben smirked, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps on her skin. It was a matter of seconds before she crashed her lips on his, desperately kissing him again. “Want to get out of here?” 

 *** 

 “Bloody hell!” Ben groaned as he led Annabelle into his flat, “I don’t have any condoms!”

 “Fuck off,” Annabelle froze in her tracks, “who said you’ll be needing them?” 

“No,” Ben closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself and his stupid mouth, “I didn’t mean it like that -” 

 “Oh?” 

 “I mean, I did,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, “I would never make you… I’d never…” 

 “I’m just kidding,” Annabelle chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist, stumbling a little.

 “Wait, it’s way too quiet in here,” Ben’s brows were furrowed, “Frankie?”

 “Wait -”

 “There’s my girl!” Ben cooed at the cutest Beagle Annabelle had ever seen, “Annie, meet Frankie.”

 “Hi, pretty girl!” Annie immediately dropped to the floor and rubbed Frankie’s head, squealing in delight when the pup jumped around and tried to lick her face. “You can leave us now, Ben. We’re good.”

 “The hell I will,” Ben murmured and bent down, wrapping his arms around Annabelle from behind and pulling her up before placing warm, sloppy wet kisses on her neck.

 Nudging her forward, he directed them both to his bedroom as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear in between kisses. 

 “Wait,” she turned around as they entered the bedroom, “you said you don’t have any condoms?”

 “Come to think of it,” he walked over to the bed and plopped down, reaching for the TV remote on the nightstand, “even if I had them, we wouldn’t need them.” 

“What?” 

 “As much as I want to fuck you senseless,” Ben purred and released a thousand butterflies in Annabelle’s stomach, “I wouldn’t.”

 “Why not?” she looked slightly offended, and Ben could spot the blush rising on her cheeks in embarrassment as he reached over his head, turning the dimmer’s switch so the room was softly lit now.

 “Because,” he extended a hand out to her, wordlessly asking her to come join him on the bed, “I’d much rather taking things slow with you.”

 “Oh, yeah?” she crawled on the bed and settled next to him.

 “Definitely,” he leaned down and kissed her passionately, “and besides, we don’t have much of a choice tonight, do we?”

#ben hardy x ofc #ben hardy fanfiction #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy x oc #ben hardy imagine #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee fanfiction #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello fanfiction #borhap fanfic #borhap fanfiction #hand in glove

[markoftheasphodel]

Some thoughts on the Detroit Production of Hamilton (3/13/19):

1) It was great.

2) Now that we’ve established I had a wonderful time, let’s get into the details.

Given I saw the OBC cast in November of 2015 (minus Josh Groff, as Andrew Rannells was wearing the crown of George III that night), I really wanted to see the spin this touring group gave to the characters. I didn’t get to see the Chicago production but I’ve heard great things about that one from friends who did and I hoped the roadshow coming to Detroit would be equally good.

The venue: My first time in the Fisher Theater, which is a visually lovely venue. I think the audio was generally fine but a few of the faster rap numbers got blurred. 

The crowd: Detroit audiences can really pull some shit at rock concerts but honestly the crowd was attentive and tuned-in and actually sat down and hushed up after the Intermission, which the NYC audience DID NOT. Extremely diverse crowd, too.

The actors:

Peter Matthew Smith made for an extremely malicious King George. The audience loved it but I didn’t recall the humor being quite that OTT with either Groff on the album or Rannells live. 

Cherry Torres played Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds last night and was fine.

Chaundre Hall-Broomfield played Mulligan/Madison and also was fine but didn’t quite capture the nuances that Okieriete Onaodowan brought to the role IMO. 

Jon Viktor Corpuz played Laurens/Philip Hamilton and had a very different stage presence than pretty, pretty Anthony Ramos. I think I preferred Ramos as Laurens (shining idealistic martyr/auxiliary love interest) and Corpuz as Philip (bright, willful child with too much on his shoulders).

Bryson Bruce played Lafayette/Jefferson and I figured that would be the toughest role to play and while I definitely preferred Daveed Diggs as Lafayette, Bryson did prove quite the scene-stealer as Jefferson. Maybe a bit too much so-- as with Smith’s George, some of the antics of Bruce’s TJ were broadly played compared with what I recall from the OBC. He did play off against Hall-Broomfield very well in both acts.

Paul Oakley Stovall’s Washington can only be called “commanding”-- physically dominating the scene and projecting old George’s real-life anger in several scenes. I love Chris Jackson’s Washington on the OBC recording but Stovall came across more powerful in live performance-- EXCEPT on “One Last Time” where Jackson’s less aggressive Washington had a perfect apotheosis.

Stephanie Umoh was very good as Angelica Schuyler. Renee Elise Goldsberry was spectacular as Angelica. 

Hannah Cruz made a lovely Eliza and I enjoyed her every bit as much as I enjoyed Philippa Soo-- except her final scene in “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story” didn’t quite land for me the way it did with the OBC. Her “Burn” made up for it, though.

Josh Tower’s Aaron Burr was definitely not the interpretation I’d seen before. I love love LOVE Leslie Odom Jr’s Burr, but as with Jackson’s Washington, I felt the subtleties of Odom’s Burr got muted in live performance. Tower’s take on the character felt shadier, even a little bit scuzzy right from the get-go (the “trust fund baby” line was a clue). Which, IMO, is a perfectly legit spin on the character-- when Hamilton refuses to back down on calling him a dangerous disgrace, there’s been plenty of evidence before our eyes to support Hamilton’s point. Tower did capture the tender side of Burr in “Dear Theodosia” as well as the shady side, but he wasn’t as elegantly seductive as Odom’s Burr IMO. 

I watched Edred Utomi’s Alexander Hamilton very closely, trying to dissect the nuances of the body language in scenes like the “Meet Me Inside” confrontation and other key scenes where different actors have put their stamp on Alexander (example: Utomi didn’t give the cocky little shimmy that LMM performed in “Non-Stop” when boasting about his law career). On the “young, scrappy, hungry” spectrum Utomi hit Young > Scrappy >> Hungry IMO, though he actually did a fine job at playing the older, post-tragedy Hamilton. He definitely differed from LMM in the delivery of some of my favorite tossed-off bits of dialogue. More streetwise, maybe? It wasn’t a carbon copy, it wasn’t a radical change, but there was something subtly different about Utomi and I enjoyed it.

Random chorus moment: One of my absolute favorite lines is “Who the F is this?” in “Non-Stop” and last night it was delivered in a weary way as opposed to the indignant little explosion on the album. Still good but waaaay different.

All in all, good show, but in some ways the touring production felt like it was rendered in broader strokes than the OBC used. King George is more eeeevil, Jefferson is hammier, Burr is shadier, Washington is angrier. The audiences loved King George and TJ and I found Burr and Washington perfectly valid takes on the characters, but taken as a whole those changes added up to a more comic work than I remembered seeing before.

#hamilton #detroit life #text post #long post

[joohoneyhoe]

Backseat.

pairing: park chanyeol x reader genre: bestfriend!au, angst, smut and a little fluff word count: 2.1k drabble prompt: “Nothing is wrong with you.” + “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” + “Is this okay?” a/n: for my beautiful @bread-jinie, here is our king! Also, turned into more of a oneshot than a drabble.

“Y/N, wait up!” I heard Chanyeol yell from across the parking lot to me, his deep voice vibrating all the way down into my very core. I pulled my leather jacket and oversized scarf closer, trying to block out the harsh winter wind as I kept walking away from him. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he never did anything wrong. He was amazing in so many ways.

That was the problem.

Chanyeol has been my best friend since we were just dorky kids in middle school. He was always with me, and I with him. That lasted all the way through high school and even college, not liking to be far from each other if we didn’t have to be. He was my best friend.

And I was utterly in love with him.

“Hey! Why are you leaving, Y/N? It’s almost midnight, you’re going to miss the ball drop and everything.” he pointed out as his long legs finally brought him alongside me, easily matching my speed.

Again, Chanyeol had done nothing wrong. He was having fun with our friends, meeting new friends and new girls. That was the issue, a beautiful brunette was at his side for almost the entire night. She would laugh and smile at his ridiculous jokes, lightly touch his arm and whisper in his ear every chance she got. I found myself feeling a jealousy I had never felt before, nor liked. So, I chose to leave. He was my friend, not my boyfriend. I had absolutely no right to be upset about what was transpiring between him and that girl. None at all.

But, I was.

“Hey, hey-”

His large hand gently grabbed my bicep, pulling me to a stop as he stared down at me, confusion on his puppy like features. I quickly averted my gaze, knowing he could see through my facade with practiced ease.

“What’s wrong?” he finally asked, his fingers grazing my cheek, catching a tear from falling down into my scarf. I jerked my face from his grasp, turning away from him and continuing on to my SUV. I didn’t hear his footsteps coming after me right away, delayed by my unusual reaction to his physical touch.

I yanked on the car door handle, swiftly moving to get in. Before I could even get the door shut, his long digits grabbed the edge, not letting it close. I met his stare finally, his brows furrowed in confusion, frustration, as he surveyed my expression and posture.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on with you?”

I covered my face with my hands, a sob tumbling through my chest. I couldn’t control it, it just came out and tears began to wet my palms. He swiftly let go of the door, moving to get on the other side of it, blocking the wind out with his frame and the door. His hand moved to grip the headrest, his face close to mine as the other hand rested on my thigh.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Chanyeol.” I cried, still hiding behind my hands.

“Nothing is wrong with you. Why would you think something is wrong with you? If you wanted to leave, you could have just said so, babe. I don’t mind.” he reassured with a chuckle. I removed my hands and placed them both on the steering wheel, holding it so tightly, my knuckles went white.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, Chanyeol.”

“Then what are you talking about, Y/N? I’m confused.” I let out a long sigh, finally releasing the steering wheel, resting my hands in my lap. I turned my head slightly, eyes wandering his handsome face, taking in his features as I prepared myself for what I was about to tell him.

“I love you, Chanyeol.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he replied with a small laugh, hand squeezing my thigh lightly. I pushed it away, removing it from my leg, as it was feeling like he was burning his hand print into my skin through my leggings.

“That’s not what I meant, Chanyeol. I’m literally in love with you. I’ve been fighting it off for months, maybe even years. But, seeing the way that girl…the way she looked at you, the way you looked at her, hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized how much I really do love you, and I know I won’t ever get that in return.”

It was silent for what seemed like forever. I couldn’t even look at him anymore, I just kept my eyes on my hands, fiddling with them as we sat in absolute deafening silence. The only sounds that could be heard, were the wind and my own heartbeat, sounding as if it was right in my ears.

“Get in the backseat.”

“What?” I questioned, confused.

“Get in the backseat, Y/N.” he repeated, his voice low and raspy as he moved away, yanking the back door open and getting in. He slammed it behind him, and I hurriedly shut mine and crawled over the console, getting in the backseat with him, though as far away as I could possibly be.

“Stop that. Come here.” his hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me across the leather seats with ease as he pulled one leg up under him and looked down at me. His left hand cupped my cheek, turning me to face him, a wide smile on his face.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” he whispered, nudging his nose against mine. I felt my eyes widen in surprise, curious as to whether or not I had even heard him correctly.

“What?” he wound his fingers into my hair, bringing me closer, my heart leaping into my throat.

“I love you, Y/N. I have always loved you. I don’t date for a reason, and that reason is you. I can’t picture my life moving forward without you, and believe me, I have tried. My life isn’t complete without you in it. I would rather be alone forever, watch you get married and have children with someone else, as long as it means I still get to be near you.” he confessed, his lips beginning to leave soft tender kisses all over my face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I inquired, fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“I could ask you the same thing.” I let out a chuckle, eyes casting downward as my cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He pulled me back up to look at him, his eyes soft, filled with happiness and something else. His lips inched closer and closer, until they were hovering over mine, his warm breath cascading over my cold face.

“Is this okay?” he questioned, his voice just barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” I nearly squeaked out, my chest blooming with excitement. He leaned the rest of the way in, pressing those soft lips to mine carefully. My hands immediately went to his face, pulling him closer, pressing into him harder, wanting to feel the heat radiating off his body. He quickly responded, grabbing me around the waist and hoisting me up and onto his lap.

I let out a loud gasp into his mouth, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips right before his tongue breached my own lips. I continued holding his face, pushing my body up against his as he stroked his tongue along mine, swallowing up every fear I had before this moment. I felt his hands grip my ass, palming them roughly as he moved me against him, desperate for any contact he could get.

I pushed his coat and flannel from his shoulders, him quickly shucking them off and moving to do the same with my coat and scarf, his lips finding any flesh they could. I whimpered under his touch, fingers tangling into his red hair as his mouth explored my skin. I felt the pads of his fingers skim my torso, gently dragging my t-shirt up, removing it carefully.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, Y/N.”

He breathed into my ear, hands roaming my back, finger tracing my spine and causing me to arch into him. My body surged with anticipation, the coldness in the vehicle and outside of it, not even phasing me at this point. I pushed him away from me, my hands rushing to take his shirt off, yanking it over his head so I could feel his skin against mine. Our lips met in a clash of tongue and teeth, hands grabbing frantically, hips moving against each other in desperation.

“Take these off.” he demanded into my mouth, thumbs hooking into the waistband of my leggings and tugging. I kicked off my combat boots, then shimmied out of my leggings and underwear, my socks coming off with my pants. His long fingers hastily unbuttoned his overly tight jeans, as he pushed off his shoes. He ripped them and his underwear down his legs as I sat on my knees over him, watching as his length sprang free and landed against his abdomen.

“Fuck, get off of me!” he whined, struggling to get the leg of his jeans off his foot. I let out a laugh, reaching down to remove them the rest of the way for him. I felt his smooth palms travel from my ribs to my back, digits unclasping my bra in one go.

I dropped it into the seat beside him, winding my arms around his neck, fingers reaching up to rub his earlobes. His hand came down between us, grabbing his shaft at the base, his head a deep red and leaking precum. He gave me that cocky smirk, eyebrow raised as he gazed up at me.

“Take a seat, baby.”

I immediately listened, positioning my core over him and sinking down slowly, causing his head to rest back against the seat. My lips went to his open neck, beginning to give him a blossoming purple and red blemish as I ground into him. He gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, no doubt leaving behind faint marks for me to find tomorrow.

He lifted his head back up, hand grabbing my jaw to look at him, eyes hooded with lust and desire as they bore into me. I tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck, beginning to ride him faster, hips circling effortlessly. He pulled my lips down to his, teeth biting down on my bottom lip and tugging, making me moan.

“You feel so good, Chanyeol.”

I told him as he kissed along my chest, inching his way downward until he pulled a hardened nipple between those kiss stung lips. I jerked towards him, electric feeling as if it was shooting through every nerve ending in my body, the synapse in my brain firing off like crazy.

“Fuck, you take me so well, baby.” he praised after he left my breast, hands moving up to cup my face before kissing me passionately. I continued rocking against him as he began to fuck up into me, making it hard to concentrate on his lips. A whine emitted from my throat, eyes closing as my head tilted back in pleasure.

“Are you going to cum for me already? Does my cock feel that good inside you, Y/N?” he probed, one hand leaving my cheek to move between us, thumb rubbing my clit roughly.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, not bothering to be quiet.

“Good girl.” he thrust upwards hard and fast, cries leaving my lips as I felt my orgasm threatening to take over. His thumb continued it’s assault on my swollen pearl, hips hitting my backside, our skin making a slapping noise when it collided.

“Oh fuck, Chanyeol!” I whimpered, my climax washing over me like a tsunami, taking away all my fears and insecurities with it.

“Fuck, fuck, shit!” he growled, his seed shooting into me, instantly beginning to leak out due to the amount. I took his face into my hands, kissing him as we rode out our highs together, rutting shamelessly against each other.

When we finally stopped, the only sound we could hear was our heavy breathing and the wind outside of the vehicle. Our skin glistened with perspiration, the once cold interior, now feeling almost like a sauna. I rested my forehead between the juncture of his neck and shoulder, slowly catching my breath as his fingers drew patterns on my back.

“We could have been doing that for years.” Chanyeol commented, kissing the top of my hair as he laughed, arms wrapping around me tightly. I laughed with him, kissing along his neck and jaw until I found his lips.

“My bad.” I apologized. He kissed me quickly, grinning from ear to ear, eyes filled with mischief.

“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to make up for all that lost time.”

#chanyeol smut #kpoptrashtag #pcy smut #exo scenarios #park chanyeol #exo smut #park chanyeol smut #pcy #chanyeol #exo

[johnisntevendead]

Wyndolls 16 for the writing prompts (I am tempted to ask for ALL OF THEM)

pal I got you

16) things you said with no space between us

Wynonna watches him in the dim light of the dying bulb abovethem as he tries to shove the door open, but the closet is actually that small and they did sorta getbarricaded in.  It’s like a bad harlequinnovel.  She tries to back out of hisspace—it’s uncomfortably tight in there and his tension starts to bleed intoher a little.  He seems to get over it,though, and leans back opposite her, and the meager space is hardly enough tobreathe in and he’s all she can see and she chews her cheek and looks up at thecobweb-covered ceiling.

“So, is your sister possessed again?” he asks lowly.

She doesn’t say, Isure hope that’s it.  “Dude, don’ttell me you left your phone on your desk again.”

He eyes her.  “Where’syours?”

“On your desk,” she says guiltily.

--

She can see in his eyes the moment he thinks he has herpinned.  He’s so damn cocky and his smirk is what gives herthe extra burst of strength she needs to get him flipped.  Grinning right into his face, she doesn’teven try to hide her triumph.

“I just kicked your ass,”she laughs.

“Oh my God,” hegroans, tossing an arm over his eyes.  “Getoff me.”

“But I’m the onewho needs to work on her poker face,” she teases, patting him on the shoulder.  He lifts his elbow a little, groans again,and lets it fall back into place. Sighing, she stands and hunches to offer her hand.  “C’mon, don’t be a sore loser.”

“You’re insufferable, I want you to know that,” he complains,letting her hoist him to his feet.  They’retoo close for a moment, barely any space between them, and she holds herbreath.  “Good job, Earp.”

--

With a soft, sleepy sort of noise, Wynonna presses her faceinto the curve of his neck, shimmying impossibly closer.  In her defense, she sleeps when the babysleeps and the baby is sleeping nowand as hot as he is, she’s verytired.  And, anyway, he’s half asleep, ifthe loose way his fingers stroke through her hair is anything to go by.  The couch isn’t really made for two people tosleep on—it’s not really made for oneperson to sleep on, as testified by aches she’d wake up with every morning whenit had been her bed—but they’re so comfortably tangled together she almost can’tbring herself to worry about their inevitably cricked necks.  

She must actually doze off. There’s the vague remnants of a dream clinging to the corners of hermind, something about King Kong wrecking Shorty’s.  She wakes up to the gentle sing-song of hername and the soft press of lips to the top of her head and she’s embarrassingly affected by it.

“Baby’s crying, my turn,” he says when she lifts her headand grunts blearily.

“Oh,” she sighs, pushing up a little and leaning forward tokiss him because she can’t not.  “Loveyou, you’re the best.”

He snorts and wriggles out from under her, leaving her totumble onto the lumpy cushion and curl into herself.

--

Sweat-slick and fairly shaking, she clings to him with herarms and her nails and her thigh and gulps in hard, desperate breaths rightagainst his lips and may be cursing or praying or something.  His hands buryinto her damp hair and she lets out a weak, shuddering moan.

“Fuck,” she whimpers as his forehead knocks into hers.  She can feel every one of his gasps.  “Goddamn shit.”

“Uh-huh,” he says distantly, eyes glazed.  “Yep. That was…”

“I think I died,” she laughs giddily.

“Funny.”

[werenskheeyyy]

Lazy Day - Zach Werenski (#2)

Imagine #2, let’s gooooo!  Zach’s one of my faves so it made me very happy to write this! Enjoy! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 760

Warnings: none! Just fluff!

Request: “Hey! Awesome to meet you! Could you write a zach werenski imagine with lots of fluff? Thanks!” - @brooke5bb

********

“BEEP BEEP BEEP”

You rolled over and turned off your eight AM alarm, trying your hardest not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.  Zach had gotten in late last night after their game and you knew he needed the sleep.  You on the other hand, had a long list of errands to run.  Nothing urgent, just picking up basic household things you were almost out of and running to school to pick up some paperwork.  You looked down at Zach’s arm wrapped around your waist.  “Oh boy” you thought, this was going to be a challenge.  You slowly grabbed Zach’s forearm, lifting it and trying to shimmy underneath it to the edge of the bed.  

“Oh no you don’t” you heard Zach mumble, his voice muffled by the pillow he had his head buried into.

“Babe, I have some errands to do.  I just wanna get them over with” you whined as Zach used his muscular arms to scoop you back into his chest, holding you tighter.  “Babeee, come on” you laughed.

“Nope, we’re having a lazy day today.  It’s one of my few days off and I want to spend the whole day with you in this apartment.”  Zach’s deep, raspy sleepy voice made you melt.  You tried to strain against your boyfriend’s arms but there was no way he was going to let you go.

“I guess I’m not winning this one” you muttered as you gave in and curled back up next to Zach.  Enjoying the way his body relaxed when you were near.

Zach pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “that’s my girl.”

********

“Zach, can you turn some music on?” you yelled as you mixed together the ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes.  It was now noon and Zach insisted that pancakes were a key element for the perfect lazy day.  And well, you just really wanted chocolate.  

You heard the intro to Chance The Rapper’s “All Night” and immediately started scream singing and dancing.  “All night I’ve been drinking all night, I’ve been drinking all night, I’ve been drinking all night hey” you sang as you put the pancake batter onto the stove.  

“With those moves you really look like you’ve been drinking” Zach laughed as he walked into the kitchen.  He wrapped you into a hug then pulled away, placing his hands on your hips and gently kissing you.  

“Mhm, the pancakes are gunna burn” you giggled and turned around to flip them.  Zach briefly pouted at the fact that at this moment in time, pancakes were more important than him.  He moved to sit down on the other side of the counter, watching you make a fool of yourself.

“Also, you’re just jealous you don’t have my moves” you retorted between lyrics, taking the finished pancakes off the stove and putting them on plates.

“Oh believe me, I definitely don’t want your moves” Zach joked, drowning his pancakes in syrup.

You stuck your tongue out and started eating your pancakes.  “Ok, this was a great idea” you admitted.

“See?  I told you pancakes are an important way to start off your lazy day” Zach lectured.

“Yea, yea, whatever Mr. Zach.”  You rolled your eyes at how cocky your boyfriend was.

********

“Ok, what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day?” you questioned after cleaning up the kitchen.  Both you and Zach had made your way over to the couch, still poking fun at one another.

“I’m thinking movies and junk food, then take out for dinner?” Zach smiled and looked at you.

“That sounds perfect to me!  But it’s only perfect if you pick the right snacks” you warned, snacks were very important to you.  

Zach got off the couch and made his way to the kitchen, returning moments later with a handful of assorted snacks.  “Ok, we’ve got Oreo’s, salt and vinegar chips, pretzels, gummy bears and some chocolate bars.  Oh and lemonade to drink” he explained.

You nodded approvingly, “you chose well Werenski, I’m impressed!” You reached for the Oreo’s and settled back under Zach’s arm.

Zach smirked, “I know my snacks Y/N.”  He reached for an Oreo then pressed play on the movie.  “Wait, I don’t even know what we’re watching.”

“Oh you’re going to love it” you replied, “it’s one of my favourites!”  You smiled as the title came across the screen.

“The Longest Ride? What is this?” Zach protested.  “Is this a movie about a boy and a girl falling in love?”

“Not only are you the king of lazy days and snacks, you know your movies too!” you laughed as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to Zach’s jawline. “You can pick the next one!”

“You’re lucky I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” he groaned as he leaned down to kiss your lips, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.  

“Hehe, I love you too Zach Werenski. Now focus, this is my favourite movie!”

#zach werenski #nhl #nhl imagines #columbus blue jackets #werenskheeyyy

[anavoliselenu]

Dublin street chapter 10

“Justin,” I growled impatiently.

This only made him laugh. “What, babe?”

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m backing out.”

“Well we can’t have that.” He thrust hard inside me and I whimpered, stiffening at the flinch of discomfort I felt as my body struggled to accept his size.

Justin’s whole body tensed, his eyes dark on me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, exhaling as my body relaxed around him.

His grip on my wrists loosened, but he didn’t let me go. Instead he nudged forward tentatively, his jaw locking, his eyes closing as if he was in pain. “Jesus, Selena,” he breathed hoarsely. “You’re so f**king tight.”

I lifted my hips, urging him to move, feeling the pleasure start to coil again, feeling full of him and desperate for satisfaction. “It’s been a while.”

His eyes flew open. “How long?”

“Justin…”

“How long?”

I sighed. “Four years.”

“Babe.” He dipped his head and kissed me lightly and when he pulled back his cocky grin was in place. He surged deeper inside me, his hands moving up from my wrists so his fingers could tangle through mine. Like this, he held me as he gently moved inside me, taunting me towards climax and yanking me back.

“Harder,” I gasped.

His lips skimmed my ear. “Ask for it, Selena.”

“Justin, harder. Fuck me harder.”

I raised my hips and Justin slammed back into me. I cried out, my neck arching. He groaned against my ear as he thrust hard, our bodies so focused on reaching climax his hands let go of mine. I immediately gripped tight to his hips and he cupped my ass, tilting me higher so his c**k could slide deeper.

“Come for me, babe,” he ordered roughly.

I nodded, feeling the pressure in my body build. I was almost there. “Justin, Justin…”

His hand slipped between my legs and his thumb massaged my clit in beautiful circles.

“Oh God!” I cried out as he wrenched the orgasm out of me, my sex tightening and pulsing around his cock.

“Fuck.” His eyes widened as he stared down at me, watching me as I came long and hard. I closed my eyes, desperate to break the connection between us in that moment and I felt Justin’s head drop to the crook of my neck as he shuddered, his deep grunt as he came inside me making me spasm against the wet heat of his release.

He relaxed into me, his breath hot on my neck as we both struggled to breathe normally. My muscles felt warm and gooey, my thighs resting against the top sides of his. We smelled of fresh sweat and sex, and I was still pulsing around him.

Wow.

Best. Sex. Ever.

Justin kissed my neck and raised his head, his features soft with post-coital satisfaction. “Selena,” he murmured before he kissed me slowly, wet and deep. When he pulled back, he slid out of me carefully, rolling onto his side, his hand stroking tenderly across my belly as he did.

I stared at him, wondering a lot of things.

Had it been just as earth shattering for him? He’d come hard too, so I hoped so.

And what happened now? Why was he just lying there, staring at me?

I looked up at the ceiling, unnerved by that soft look in his eyes. “Um… thanks.”

Feeling the mattress shake, I turned my head on the pillow to find Justin laughing at me.

“What?”

He shook his head, clearly amused at me for some reason. He leaned over and pressed another kiss to my mouth. “You’re welcome.” He grinned, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “And thank you. Fucking great sex, babe.”

I burst out laughing. From relief. From hysteria. From disbelief.

I’d just had sex, phenomenal sex, with Justin Carmichael. And I was pretty sure we were going to do it again sometime. And I wanted to.

But on my terms. “I’m going to clean up.” I got out of the bed, unabashed by my nudity since he’d made it perfectly clear he liked what he saw. As I strolled casually down the hall to the bathroom, I hoped Justin knew what ‘I’m going to clean up’ really meant: by the time I got back to the bedroom, his ass better be dressed and ready to leave.

But when I got back from the bathroom, his ass was still lying in bed, waiting for me.

I threw my hands to my hips, a scowl furrowing my brow. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be dressed?”

He flashed a taunting smile my way. “Do you know how sexy you are right now?”

I rolled my eyes. “Justin.”

At my warning tone, his smile disappeared and he sat up. “I’m not leaving yet.”

“But you are leaving?”

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead he reached over and grabbed my hand, hauling me into the bed. Damn he was strong.

“Justin,” I grumbled as I found myself lying on my side with his arms around me.

He kissed my forehead. “You smell good.”

Uh what?

I glanced up from under my lashes to see he had closed his eyes.

Was he serious? Did he think he was sleeping with me?

I wriggled out of his hold and turned over, shimmying away, my back to him, hoping he’d take my hint. No such luck. Seconds later his strong arm was around my waist, his hand flat against my stomach, and my body was sliding back across the sheet, colliding with his.

His arm tightened around me, his front hot against my back. I felt the shivery soft touch of his lips against my shoulder. “Night, babe.”

Stunned, I lay there in silence for a moment.

This was not what I’d been expecting. Not at all. It certainly didn’t scream ‘we’re sexual partners only!’

And it felt good.

And scary.

“Are we… spooning?” I asked loudly, trying to insert bite into my tone and failing.

I felt the huff of his breath on my neck. “Go to sleep, babe.”

Uh... no!

As if sensing my imminent escape, Justin pulled me even tighter against him, pushing his leg between mine, hooking it around one of them. “Go. To. Sleep.”

Such a bossy a-hole.

“Spooning was not in the terms of our agreement.”

He ignored me. After a minute or two of silence I heard his breath even out. He really was going to sleep! I tried to wiggle but his muscles just flexed in warning and I wasn’t strong enough to get away.

So I lay there, waiting.

I was wonderfully exhausted by all the amazing sex, and sleep sounded like heaven, but I was determined I was not falling asleep in his arms. That was just a little too… relationshippy.

Forcing myself to stay awake, I lay in his arms for half-an-hour until I felt his body completely relax. Biting my lip to stifle any heavy breathing that may be caused by the exertion of having to move like a ninja, I lifted his arm as gently as possible and moved my leg out from under his.

I froze.

I swore I thought I heard his breathing change.

I listened carefully, relaxing at the sounds of even breaths.

Stealthily, silently, I shifted away from him, hovering near the edge, my legs descending to the floor. My butt was just off the bed when I found myself tugged back with such force I bounced off the mattress with a choked scream.

My heart pounded against my ribs as Justin expertly rearranged me again, moving so fast I was underneath him in seconds, my wrists pinned above my head and his body straddling mine.

He did not look happy. “Will you go to f**king sleep?”

I glared up at him. “Not with you in my bed. This was not part of the deal.”

“One: I bought the bed. Two: it’s just sleeping, Selena.”

I ignored the bed comment since it was true. “No. It’s spooning. You said it was just sex. No spooning. We f**k, we have fun, you go home. That’s the deal.”

He studied me intently for a moment and then lowered his head until his lips were almost touching mine. “We f**k, we have fun, and then we spoon. I don’t go home. I don’t go home because sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up, and when I wake up, I want to f**k. And for some baffling reason, the person I want to f**k is you. Now, I’m only going to say this one more time. Go to sleep.”

He let me go only to fall at my side and tuck me back against him.

Spooning.

I clenched my jaw. “And what if I don’t want to be woken up so you can have your way with me?”

He pressed his face into my neck and I felt him smile against my skin. He kissed me and pulled back. “Why don’t I give you a preview of what I intend to do in order to wake you up.”

And then I was flat on my back again as Justin kissed his way down my body. Knowing how sensitive I was, he stopped at my br**sts, one hand playing with my nipple, his mouth sucking on the other. I sighed, lighting up for him, the fight totally forgotten. Already I was growing wet for him again, my hips restless. And he knew that too. Lifting his head from my br**sts, he kissed between them and followed an invisible line down my torso, dipping his tongue in my navel, and moving further down, his lips skipping across the soft, quivering skin of my lower belly.

He pushed my thighs apart and then his mouth was on me.

I whimpered as his tongue licked inside me, playing with my clit. I was panting by the time his fingers joined in. My hands glided through his hair, tightening, urging him closer as he masterfully spurred on my climax, licking and finger-fucking me into a frenzy.

“Justin,” I moaned when he withdrew his fingers. I was so close. So goddamn close…

And then he was thrusting them back inside, in and out, in and out, his tongue working its magic on my clit.

“Justin!” I exploded against him as he rung every inch of that orgasm out of me. My body shuddered with more spasms as he crawled back up beside me.

Okay, that one had been just as ‘out of this world amazing’ as the last one he’d given me.

I lay there panting, staring at the ceiling in dazed wonder until Justin appeared above me again. He didn’t say a word but when he leaned down and kissed me, letting me taste myself as he flicked his tongue against mine, I felt like the depth of that kiss was saying it all for him.

He’d made his point.

My useless limbs didn’t protest when I found myself in his arms again.

Spooning.

“Night, babe,” his voice rumbled in my ear.

“Night,” I mumbled, my eyes fluttering closed.

Then it was lights out.

~13~

I was lying, staring at my ceiling, feeling the twinge between my legs and the ache in my muscles when I moved.

I’d had the best sex of my life last night.

With Justin Carmichael.

And then we’d spooned. I frowned at that, my head turning on the pillow to eye the empty spot beside me on the mattress. I didn’t like the idea of spooning being part of the deal, but since it came with added benefits, I was going to swallow my discomfort and deal with it. Especially since Justin had done the right thing and left without waking me.

That screamed, ‘just sex!’

This could work. I could do this.

The sound of a cupboard shutting in the kitchen drew me up out of bed, my heart picking up speed. Was Ellie home? And then my eyes fell to the end of the bed. Justin’s shirt. He’d picked it up off the floor. I checked my alarm clock. Eight o’ clock.

Shit. He was still here. What was he doing here? Didn’t he have work? Irritation niggled its way into my blood, and I could feel my cheeks getting hot as I hopped out of bed, digging out a tank top and pajama shorts. On the move, I twisted my hair into a messy ponytail and went to deal with him.

I stopped short at the kitchen doorway and felt that all too familiar squeeze of lust. Standing pouring milk into two mugs of coffee, Justin was hot. He had pulled on his suit pants but was of course shirtless. The muscles in his broad shoulders moved as he did and I couldn’t help but remember how good they felt moving underneath my hands.

“Two sugars, right?” he asked before looking over his shoulder with a small smile.

That smile hit me in the chest like a punch. It was intimate. It was affectionate.

It hurt like hell. My expression hardened. “What are you still doing here?”

“Making coffee.” He shrugged, adding the sugar and stirring.

“Don’t you have work?”

“I have a meeting in a few hours. I have time for coffee.” He smiled again as he crossed the kitchen to hand me my drink, my hand wrapping around the hot mug just as his mouth came down on mine. Addicted to the taste of him, I kissed him back. It wasn’t a long kiss. Short but sweet. When he pulled back I was scowling.

Justin sighed and took a sip of his coffee before asking, “What now?”

“You’re still here.” I turned on my heel and headed into the sitting room, tucking my foot underneath me as I curled into the corner of the couch. Justin sank into the armchair and I tried not to ogle him. My scowl deepened. “And you’re shirtless.”

His mouth quirked up at the corner like he knew exactly what the sight of him half-naked did to me. “I need coffee before I can function, and since I was making coffee for myself I thought I’d make one for you.”

“Surely you can function enough without coffee to call a cab?”

“And we need to talk,” he added, as if I hadn’t said anything.

I groaned and took a big gulp of hot coffee. “About what?”

“About your shifts at the bar for one thing. I might need you to accompany me on weekend nights. Any way you can see about having your shifts changed?”

I answered with a saccharine smile.

Justin raised an eyebrow. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“That’s a big, fat hell no. Justin, I’m not changing my schedule for you.” I shrugged. “Look, I’ll meet you halfway at best. If you have somewhere you want me to be and you give me plenty of notice, I’ll make a shift swap.”

He nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Is that it? Are we done?”

His eyes narrowed and I felt a sudden change in the air. Justin leaned forward and I leaned further back into the couch even though there was a coffee table between us. “Stop treating me like a one-night stand you can’t get rid of, Selena. It’s getting on my last nerve.”

I was seriously confused. “You said this was just sex.”

“I also said we were friends and you agreed. Are you this rude to all your friends?”

“Sometimes.” He gave me a warning look and I exhaled heavily. “Look, I just don’t want this to get complicated. Don’t you think spooning and then making me coffee in the morning is a little…”

“A little what?”

“Uch.” If he was going to be obtuse about it, I was giving up. “I don’t know.”

Justin put his mug down and stood up, coming towards me slowly. My eyes followed him half-warily, half-lustily, my gaze trailing up his six-pack to his throat. I really wanted to kiss his throat. He sat down, close, his arm reaching along the back of the couch so I was caged in. “I’ve never done this before. I’ll bet that you haven’t either. So, let’s play it by ear. No rules. No preconceived ideas of how this should be. Let’s just do what feels natural.”

“You’re wrong,” I muttered. “I have done this before.”

To my surprise, I watched Justin’s expression change instantly from soft to hard. The look he gave me was unfathomable as the muscle in his jaw ticked. I felt like he was trying to bore inside me, but I couldn’t look away despite how uncomfortable it felt. “Done this before?” he asked softly.

I shrugged. “There was nothing in the deal about sharing our sexual histories. Suffice to say I know what I’m talking about. And there is no spooning or coffee in the morning in these kinds of deals.”

“Done this before?” he repeated. “I thought you said you hadn’t had sex in four years. That would make you eighteen the last time you had sex.”

Oh, I saw where he was going with that. I narrowed my eyes. “So?”

“When I was eighteen, most of the girls I knew thought they were in love with whoever they were shagging.”

“And?”

Justin shifted closer, trying to intimidate me. “So when have you done this before?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Fucking hell, Selena, can you not answer one personal question?”

Anger blazed through me. I knew it. I freaking knew it. “That’s it, we’re done. This was a complete mistake.” I moved to get up but found myself tackled back onto the couch, flat on my back with Justin lying over me. I stared up at him wide-eyed. “You are such a caveman!”

An all-too-familiar pissed off Justin breathed dragon fire on me, his face inches from mine. “We’re not done. We’ve barely even started.”

I shimmied under him but that only concluded in him pressing his hips deeper into mine, and that only led to him hardening against me, and that only led to my skin flushing as my panties grew damp. Shit! “Justin, this isn’t going to work. I’m not your girlfriend. You said no touchy feely emotional crap.”

He bowed his head, his shoulders shaking. He gazed down at me from under his long lashes, laughing incredulously. “You are not like other women.”

“No,” I answered honestly. “I’m not.” He shifted again, getting comfortable on top of me and I felt the brush of his hard c**k teasing me between my legs, my thighs opening involuntarily. I bit my lip to stifle a gasp and Justin’s eyes flashed hungrily. “Stop it,” I breathed.

“Stop what?” he circled his hips again, rubbing against me and causing another spike of heat between my legs.

“Justin.” I pressed my hands against his chest. “Seriously.”

“We’re friends,” he whispered against my mouth. “Friends can ask questions. Now who did you let f**k you?”

Fine. If that’s what he wanted… “Quite a few guys. I don’t remember most of their names.”

He froze, pulling back to study me. I saw the tick in his jaw again. “What the hell does that mean?”

Whoa! Was he angry? I glared at him, my defenses up. “I don’t do relationships, Justin. I told you that. But I like sex and I used to like to party. Alcohol doesn’t make for a loving relationship.”

He was silent a moment as he processed this. In fact he was silent so long I knew what he was thinking. And I felt ugly and worthless. I pushed against his chest again. “You can get off me now.”

But he wouldn’t budge. He shook his head, his expression clearing as his eyes returned to mine. “Four years,” he replied quietly. “You hadn’t had sex for four years. Since you came here I’ll bet. What changed?”

“That’s another question.”

Justin’s expression darkened to something so scary I was finally, truly intimidated. I tensed underneath him, holding my breath as his pale eyes fired ice chips at me. “Did someone hurt you, Selena?”

What? Oh my God… I relaxed as I realized what conclusion he’d drawn. “No.” I reached up and soothed a hand across his cheek, hoping it would erase that look in his eyes. “Justin, no. I don’t want to talk about it, okay,” I explained gently. “But no one hurt me. I was wild. And then I stopped being wild. However, I wasn’t lying last night. I’ve been checked and I’m clean. And anyway, I’m sure you’ve been with a lot more women than I’ve been with guys, and I’m not judging you.”

“I’m not judging you, Selena.”

“Oh you were so judging me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

He sat up, his arm banding around my waist to drag me up with him, and then his other arm came around my waist so I was smooshed up against his hot, naked chest. My palms fluttered uneasily onto his pecs, my eyes wide as he stared down at me with this intense look in his eyes. “I don’t like to share,” he murmured.

He’d said that before. Something twisted in my chest, a mixture of exaltation and unease. “Justin, I’m not yours.”

His arms tightened. “For the next three months you are. I mean it, Selena. No one else touches you.”

My body completely ignored my mind as it screamed ‘run, run, run!’, and I felt my br**sts swell, and my ni**les harden at that growl of warning. “You’re being an ass,” I told him hoarsely, my eyes betraying me as they dipped to his mouth.

“I wasn’t judging you,” he continued as though I hadn’t said anything, skimming soft, teasing kisses along my jaw to my ear, where his voice rumbled sexily, “In public, you’re Selena Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you’re Selena Butler—you’re hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet,” he breathed. “I like that I know that. I don’t like the fact that other men do too.”

Maybe I was just so turned on I forgot who we were and what this was supposed to be, but I found myself in an unusual moment of honesty. I leaned down and kissed his throat, loving the way he arched his neck to let me. My hand slid up his chest, across his shoulder and curled around his neck. I nipped and licked and kissed my way back up to his mouth, and then I pulled back, so ready to have him inside me it wasn’t funny. “They were boys, not men. And just so you know… they never got what you got last night from me. They never got it because they never gave me what you gave me. Not even close.” I brushed my lips across his, and glanced up to meet his eyes, smirking at him. “There. That’s a little more air you can blow into your ego.” My grip tightened around his neck. “But it is the truth.”

I waited for him to say something, anything. Instead the color in his eyes grew dark with desire and I was crushed to him. His lips demanded I open my mouth and I did, allowing the deep, possessive kiss, trying to steal breath from him since he held me so tightly that mine was gone. In less than a minute I was under him. In less than another minute I was naked, and in less than another he was moving inside me and proving once again that sometimes I really could be needy and sweet.

***

I strolled into the bedroom, dressed in the tank and shorts again, and I watched as Justin buttoned up his shirt. He grinned at me over his shoulder. “Making sure I’m really going?”

I shrugged, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he’d given me two spectacular orgasms. “We’ll play this by ear.”

His grin deepened. “This is going to be easy if all it takes is sex to change your mind.”

I gave him an exasperated look. “Justin. I’m serious. We’ll play this by ear, and while we’re sleeping with each other, we agree not to be sleeping with other people. But we also agree, no pressing each other for answers to questions we don’t want to answer.”

After a while of just gazing at me, Justin finally nodded. “Agreed.”

“Okay. Agreed.”

“I better get back to my flat, shower, change.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips, his hand coming to rest on my waist. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I frowned. “No. I’m working tonight.”

“Yeah. Adam, Ellie and I will stop by.”

“No, you won’t.” I shook my head. Not after last time. And truthfully I needed some space from him.

Justin’s brow furrowed. “Why not?”

“I’ll be working. No distractions.”

“You working with Craig?”

I grimaced. “Yes.”

His grip on my waist tightened. “He kisses you and-”

“You’ll knock his teeth out.” I nodded, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I already got the macho Scotsman memo. Nothing will happen. I promise. But you’re not coming tonight.”

“Fine.” He shrugged in overly casual agreement. “Then I’ll be here when you get back.”

Okay, I almost nodded my agreement before my brain went, wait! No! No, no, no! “No!” I replied a little more loudly than I meant to.

Justin did not look amused. “Not even twenty four hours in and this arrangement is already exhausting the f**k out of me.”

“Well you’ve given me four orgasms. That oughta take it out of a guy.” I grinned saucily.

My deflection didn’t work. “I’ll be here, tonight.”

“Justin, seriously don’t. This is all really new. I need some space.”

“Babe.” He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead and I relaxed. See, he could be agreeable and willing to compromise sometimes. “We’ve only got three months. There’s no time for space.”

Or not.

“I’ll be tired after my shift.”

“Not in the morning, you won’t be.”

“Then come over in the morning.”

With a weary sigh, Justin nodded. “Fine.” He pulled me to him, lifting me off my feet so he could give me a searing, wet kiss he knew I wouldn’t forget in a hurry. And once he’d settled me back on my dazed feet, he left the apartment without even a goodbye.

***

“Do you think I’m nuts?” I made a face, bracing myself for Dr. Pritchard’s answer.

“Because you’ve agreed to make yourself sexually available to Justin?”

“Yeah…”

“Selena, you’re a grown woman. These decisions are yours to make. Do you think you’re nuts?” She smiled softly as she asked.

I laughed humorlessly, as I thought about Justin and everything he made me feel. “I think it’s the best way to deal with the attraction between us. This way it doesn’t become a huge mess that concludes with me having to move out. Neither of us wants a relationship. We’re both consenting adults. We both know the rules. I would never agree to anything more, so it works out well. We use each other until we get bored. No hard feelings. No mess. No moving.”

“But you could have just walked away from Dublin Street. Put Justin out of your life for good rather than come to this agreement with him. Why didn’t you?”

I frowned, thinking that was obvious. “Because of Ellie. She’s my friend.”

Dr. Pritchard nodded carefully, taking this in. “So you’re willing to explore something with a man who you previously said scared you because of how he made you feel, and you’re willing to do this because of your friendship with his sister?”

“Yes.”

“So you’re willing to care about Ellie… but not about Justin?”

Wait. No. What? “That’s not…” I trailed off, feeling my chest tighten. “Ellie’s a friend. That doesn’t mean anything. I like her. I don’t want to lose her, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

Dr. Pritchard sighed, for once looking a little irritated. “You know, Selena, this process will go a lot smoother if you stop lying to yourself.”

I took a deep breath, focusing on opening my lungs up. “Okay.” I nodded. “I care about her. She’s a good friend and a good person.”

“And yet, you tell yourself all the time that you care about no one. That you will never care enough to get close.”

“It’s not like she’s my family,” I bit out, desperate to make my point, make her see how I saw things. “It’s not the same thing.”

She cocked her head to the side in the way I hated. “Are you sure about that? I think from everything you’ve told me, Ellie treats you like family.”

“You’re twisting what I said.” I shook my head, feeling that familiar headache. “I care about people. I never said I didn’t. I care about Rhian and James, and yeah I care about Ellie.”

“So why won’t you let yourself care about Justin?”

I looked at my feet. “It’s just sex,” I muttered.

“But there’s no guarantee that’s true, Selena,” Dr. Pritchard answered quietly. “No one can predict how you’ll feel about Justin by the time the three months are up. Or how he’ll feel about you. And considering you’ve told me that your feelings for Justin scare you, I suggest you think on that carefully.”

“The way I felt for him sexually scared me. It’s intense. But I can deal with it. It’s just sex,” I repeated stubbornly, and somewhere deep down, buried under all my steel, there was a voice telling me I was willingly sticking my head in the sand.