Draco wasn’t so certain how he felt about November third anymore. He’d come to terms with his unconventional feelings for Potter, or at least as well as anyone could, in the middle of a brewing war, when you liked the opposing side’s saviour. But that didn’t mean he could act on them. What it really meant was that every small bit of hope he held onto to left him even more thoroughly fucked.
He didn’t bother trying to avoid Potter this year - last year had proved that completely pointless. So he was surprised, and a little bit disappointed if he was honest with himself, that nothing of note happened in class. Potter didn’t look his way, didn’t say anything remotely preachy, didn’t, you know, fall from the ceiling at any time.
That night, after dinner in the Great Hall - during which Potter never even looked at him (Draco could tell because he was staring almost the entire time) - Draco figured he’d return to his dormitory to find Potter sitting on his bed or something equally as ridiculous.
And as much as he was looking forward to and simultaneously dreading that, he wasn’t quite ready to face it. So he ducked into the kitchens on the way down to the dungeons to delay the inevitable, not even considering - although he really should have - that he’d be running right into Potter.
“Master Malfoy!” shouted a high-pitched voice as soon as he entered. “Master Malfoy! Dobby is pleased to see you.”
“You don’t have to call me that,” Draco reminded him. He didn’t much like sharing the same title as his father, and he certainly wasn’t Dobby’s master anymore.
“Guess who is here?” Dobby asked without waiting for an answer. Even before they turned the corner - it was obvious who would it would be. “Your friend, Harry Potter.”
Potter looked up as they entered. As it turned out, delaying the inevitable was not an option. “Potter’s not my friend,” Draco quickly corrected, before Potter got any ideas.
Unfortunately, Dobby didn’t quite get the hint. “But you’re always talking so highly of - “
“Shut up, Dobby.”
“But you said - “
Draco turned to Dobby and, in desperation, said the only thing he knew would work without fail. “I order you to shut up.”
Potter, of course, wasn’t impressed. “You’re a free elf now, you don’t have to listen to him,” he said to Dobby in a gentle voice before turning to Draco and fixing him with a chilly look.
“I didn’t mean - whatever, Potter.” Draco waved a hand dismissively. “You’re not supposed to be in here. I could dock points.” He gestured to his prefect badge lamely. Merlin - why did he have to always act like a total prat around Potter? No wonder Potter hated his guts.
“Then what are you doing here?” Potter challenged.
Draco’s eyes dropped to the mug in Potter’s hand. “Same as you, I guess.”
“I’m not finished,” Potter said unnecessarily.
“I’m not leaving.”
Draco held back a snort. Of course Potter wasn’t leaving. It was November the effing third. “Neither am I.”
“Fine,” Draco repeated, mimicking Potter’s childish tone, which, in turn, probably made Draco look like the childish one. Good grief.
“Yes please, Dobby,” he said politely dropping into the chair across from Potter’s, although knowing Potter, the golden boy probably wouldn’t be impressed unless he made his own tea. Well, stuff it. Potter was just too bloody hard to please.
“Rough day bullying some first years?” Potter asked, when Dobby was out of earshot. Potter had been very good at picking fights this year - usually Draco had to carry the extra weight. So it was a shame that Draco was starting to find their fights less exhilarating and more exhausting lately.
“Don’t engage in small talk, Potter,” Draco chided, “it’s common.”
Thankfully, Potter didn’t have a retort for that. It was better when Draco got the last word. Except right now he didn’t really have the option for a dramatic exit, since he’d committed to tea and also, you know, it was that day where any escape seemed futile.
So having the last word really just meant the privilege to sit in painful silence. Usually Draco enjoyed silence. Especially with his tea. But those silences didn’t usually include Potter only a few feet away, making anything else, any other thoughts he might like to have, completely impossible to focus on. And there was really only so much of that Draco could take.
“Do you come here often?” He asked, without thinking, to fill the silence. Too late, he realised exactly what that sounded like.
“Do I come here often? Malfoy, are you - “
“No - merlin!” Draco quickly cut Potter off. “I meant, it might be wise to work out each others’ schedules so we don’t bump into each other in the kitchen again.”
Potter placed his mug gently on the table - without a coaster Draco noticed. “I’m not planning my kitchen trips around you,” he said sharply. “If my company bothers you, then you can find somewhere else to get tea.”
‘Bothers’ was the wrong word. It didn’t really capture the intensity of which Draco enjoyed Potter’s company despite the fact that it also left him in complete and irreversible agony. But Draco was hardly going to point that out.
“You’re in a mood,” Draco observed, watching Potter stare into his tea, having made no move to pick it up again.
“I’m always in a mood around you,” Potter said to his mug, twirling it around on the table.
Draco snorted at Potter’s dramatics. But he could sympathise.
Dobby returned, handing Draco a mug identical to Potter’s. “Your tea.”
“Thank you, Dobby.”
After summoning a coaster - he wasn’t an animal - and placing his hot mug down, Draco looked up to find Potter giving him a strange look. “What?”
“I’ve never heard you say thank you before.”
Potter was far too surprised than the situation warranted - did he really think that poorly of Draco? “I have better manners than you,” Draco pointed out. He resisted the urge to bring up Potter’s lack of coaster. That may have come across a little too petty.
“But you don’t often use them,” Potter countered. Which was untrue of course.
Draco didn’t bother arguing - Potter was never going to see him clearly anyway. So he just shrugged and deflected - a Draco Malfoy speciality. “Why would I waste them on unimportant people?”
Potter didn’t like that. He pushed his mug away with more force than strictly necessary. “You’re a real asshole, you know?”
“Oh no, Potter. You’ve hurt my feelings,“ Draco said sarcastically despite the truth in his words. Potter had quite a power over Draco’s feelings.
“Whatever, Malfoy. Like you even have feelings.”
“I do so have feelings. In fact I - “ Draco stopped himself before he could blab his feelings for Potter, to Potter, just to prove a point to Potter. He needed to keep his priorities in check.
“You…?“ Potter prompted, waiting to hear Draco’s ill-thought out confession.
“I…” Draco panicked. “…have a lot of feelings,” he finished feebly.
“You have a lot feelings,” Potter repeated blankly.
Potter rolled his eyes. “I’m glad that I’ve been privy to this insightful analysis of Draco Malfoy.”
Draco felt the need to defend himself. “There’s a lot of things about me you don’t know.”
Potter raised his eyebrows. “Such as?”
Draco blanked. He couldn’t think of a single thing, except the obvious. Which of course he couldn’t tell Potter.
“You have a lot of feelings?” Potter suggested, a smile on his face, half smug half playful, and completely endearing.
It was especially hard not to smile in response to a smile as delightful as that, so Draco settled on something as close to a smirk as he could manage. “Shut up, Potter,” he said, but he needn’t have bothered as Potter paid it no mind.
“And you like tea,” Potter added, suddenly the expert on Draco.
“I love tea,” Draco corrected.
“And here I was thinking you drank the blood of newborn muggles.” Potter said and then laughed. At his own joke. Merlin.
Draco kept his face blank and blinked at Potter innocently. “I’m sorry, is that supposed to be funny?”
Potter laughed again, that frustratingly beautiful sound. “Shut up, Malfoy.”
It wasn’t much of a conversation. No barriers had been broken. And at the end of the day, they were still enemies. But Potter hadn’t left yet despite having finished his tea much earlier. And there shouldn’t have been anything significant to read into that, but Draco did anyway. Because all he had was hope. Hope and November third.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac, On The Road
“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.” - Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.” – H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu
"When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.” – Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.” – Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho
"Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.” – Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper
"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew.” - Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer–it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.” - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
"It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.” - Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation
“I don’t have any problem understanding why people flunk out of college or quit their jobs or cheat on each other or break the law or spray-paint walls. A little bit outside of things is where some people feel each other. We do it to replace the frame of family. We do it to erase and remake our origins in their own images. To say, I too was here.” – Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
"If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” - Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
"Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.” – Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Why the birthday celebration of none other than Boo Seungkwan of course!
We have the birthday of an amazing young man who is so bright, so funny, so talented.
Boo Seungkwan is my best friend (he just doesn’t know it yet)
Why you may ask?
Firstly, he is way to funny to be real. I mean he is the type of guy who will put a smile to everyone’s and i mean everyone’s face!
And his laughter…. its so cute… so genuine… so real its addicting!
And the attitude! Let’s be real, Seungkwan is Booyeonce for a reason! The shade could even make Mariah Carey burst into tears!
He just has to give you a look and you are done!
But he is also so good-looking!
I hate that there are people who hate him because of the fact that he is not extremely lean and slim. To these people I want to say… ‘are you kidding me? Kimbab kidding?’ How can you hate on someone for that> And sure he is not slim but to be honest thats what I love about him! He is a real human being and his size is perfect!
And what is this about his company hitting him for being ‘fat’?! I personally would hit those people for being so stupid instead! I personally don’t want to be worrying about our boy one day having some sort of body dismorphia due to always feeling not good enough!
He is so supportive of his members! So kind and thoughtful!
Always wants to help! (Even if sometimes he tries to hard)
And he is generally such a beautiful human being! Just look at how pure he looks!
Look at him tearing over their first win at a radio show!
And look at the poor boy crying on the day of their win! He literally broke down and could not calm down for so long!
This boy even apologises for crying! Just in order not to be a burden!
And look at how gentle he is! How caring! Taking care of that mic and kid!
He always provides people with the comfort they need!
He is not someone who whys away from saying how he feels! He is sensitive but there are times when he expresses himself to the max, and that is when he appreciates others! (Also, same Seungkwan, same)
Look at that cutie being clumsy! How can you even hate such fluff?
And I’ll never forget the face he made when a member messed up! He looked like he was ready to slap all of the universe!
And his voice… oh his voice is so beautiful! He can sing so many notes, so many songs, he is literally impossible to comprehend! He always makes me speechless!
So in conclusion, I hope you can see the beauty of Boo Seungkwan.
Its okay not to be perfect but none is. Instead, Seungkwan is simply beautiful all around! He is kind, supportive, funny, talented and so much more!
All I, and many other fans want is for him to stay healthy!
I want to see Seungkwan happily munch on more!
I want to continue seeing him have the time of his life!
I want him to continue singing because he loves to do so!
I want him to continue dancing!
I want him to continue not being embraced of how well he knows girl group dances and just how good he is at them! Or just how good he is at acting so funny!
And most importantly i want him to continue with his attitude! After all it is genuine, it is Boo Seungkwan! And sure, many call him ‘feminine’ or even ‘gay’ but you do you Boo, there is nothing to be ashamed of! You are who you are and we will always love you!
You are our angel (sorry Jeonghan!) or maybe our little devil… maybe both!
I hope that that beautiful smile never fades, that that laughter never dies down! Crying is ok, emotion is ok.
I hope you can talk to people who understand you.
Boo Seungkwan, you are a very interesting case for me. You are the first idol who I love in the most platonic way(as weird as that sounds) possible and that makes you so special for me!
And of course, may you always be the ‘best quality’ that you were and still are!
Happy Birthday Boo Seungkwan! May you always shine bright like the diamond you are! And if one day you feel like you are fading…. its ok! Because there are so many Carats that will always be here to support you and help you get your shine back, including me!
I love you Boo Seungkwan!
We love you Boo Seungkwan!
And you will never fathom just how much!
Thank you for reading!
Let’s spread the love for Boo Seungkwan and lets give Seventeen all the appreciation and love that they deserve!
A/N: NEEED REQUEST, SEND ME ANYTHING LOL, THANKS GUYS !
Peter was walking to the Avengers tower after school because Friday had contacted him of a mission that the gang was going on tonight, himself included. Once he got in the building he noticed something strange, no one was at the front guarding the doors but he shrugged it off assuming that George and Hannah were on lunch so he took the elevator up to the penthouse portion of the building. When Peter stepped out he notice a particularly sweet smell, so he followed the smell that led him to the kitchen and what does he see?
The whole avengers clan baking different types of sweets but one thing was the same about them all, they were covered head to toe in flour Peter tried his hardest to hold his laughter but he couldn’t.
He bursted out laughing causing all the avengers to be in defensive mode until they noticed was Peter “Kid, what are you doing here?” Tony asked cleaning his hands from the dough he was kneading “Friday called me saying we had a meeting?” Peter said shrugging taking a seat on the barstool near the island “Yes, at night . Not now.” Tony said sighing holding his temple “So why are you all baking anyway?” Peter asked which caused all the avengers to take a strange look at him “No reason. Now go home kid.” Natasha said holding peter’s shoulder walking him to the elevator he simply nodded and pressed the lobby button but he didn’t go home.
He went for a walk in Bryant Park looking at the ice skating rink from the outside but something besides the rink caught his attention, she caught his attention and all she did was sit on the bench curled up in her book Peter wanted to do nothing more then walk over to her and spark a conversation but he didn’t know exactly how to do that so he didn’t say anything. Only problem is you felt him staring at you , you looked at his direction and smiled curling your hand to him which he picked up on and began to walk over to you “I didn’t mean to stare.” He said bluntly covering mouth as soon as the words came out which made you laughed a little.
“It’s fine, I didn’t tell you to come here to curse you out Parker.” You said which caused his eyes to nearly pop out of his socket “How did you know my name?” He asked moving a bit closer to you “I work with Dr. Banner as his apprentice, so I’ve seen with Mr. Stark on more than a handful of occasions so I know your name.” You said smiling “What? Apprentice ? Meaning you understand science and its laws and nature?” He said leaning toward you with a dorky smile on his face “Yes I know and understand all the good stuff, but my favorite is the science of cooking.”
You said causing both of you to laugh “Hey, speaking of cooking everyone was backing upstairs any ideas why?” He asked, you looked at him shocked how could he not remember his own birthday, maybe he was joking but his face was so serious so all you did was shake your head at his question. “We’ve been talking and laughing yet I didn’t even ask for your name or where you go to school.” Peter asked slightly slapping his forehead but you take his hand and settle it down on his lap “I’m (Y/N) and I’m home schooled.. Dr. Banner is my uncle and new guardian so he’s very protective of me.” You said shrugging looking at Peter making an “O” with his mouth. You felt your phone vibrate and when you went to look at it there was a text from your uncle saying to bring up Peter.
Your uncle knew that you had a huge crush on Peter from the day you saw him, and he would constantly tease you about him “Hey Peter can I show you something?” You asked taking his hand, he nodded and followed you tightening his grip on your hand you lead him through at different entrance to the Avengers building “Cover your eyes.” You said holding the bars of the door in your hands waiting for him to cover his eyes.
You opened the doors slowly then ran to move his hand directing him to the party and once he was completely inside you hear the roars of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” shouts from the Avengers causing Peter to blush “You guys how’d you know it was my birthday?” he asked smiling “A little spider may have told us through a web.” Tony said winking in your direction which caused Peter to look at you “You planned all this (Y/N)?” he asked walking to you “Yeah, I overheard you tell Dr.Banner that you haven’t had the chance at having a big birthday party and even though it is the BIGGEST party I thought it would be better than nothing…” you said looking at your feet shrugging your shoulders and then you felt it.
Peter Parker had just kissed your cheek “Well it’s the best party I’ve ever gotten so thank you.” he said looking at you blushing “All right Parker, she’s still my niece so relax with these teenage feelings.” Bruce said causing everyone to laugh and just as you were about to walk to the kitchen Peter softly wrapped his arm around you and continued to talk to everyone and as the party went on you began to become more comfortable with the feeling of his warmth.
“So I guess you’re my little spider now huh?” he said whispering in your ear causing you to blush, you nodded slowly “Well, I thought I would be working alone but a beautifully deadly spider like you by my side I could never be defeated.” he said in your ear kissing your cheek once more.
previous chapter Part 14 - Dear Cyrus)
Well that night I didn’t really drank much but
he did. He was just leaning on my shoulder as the silence took over most of the
time. I didn’t know how to react to him so I guess the best I could offer was
being there for him.
Its funny how its our first time meeting each
other (for the main reason of just having fun) but here I am with a
brokenhearted man beside me. Man I told myself I’m digging in some deep shit
that I shouldn’t here.
We didn’t really text much after that night,
but I went on stalking him on his social media, basically just checking him out.
My fragile memories could recollect of me asking him if he was free a night before
his birthday and we both were horny and so we did made an appointment to meet
at his place.
Cyrus : Need a fetch tonight ?
Me : Nah its okay. I can take the taxi, you
could drive me home after.
Cyrus : Okay then. Becareful. Text me when
Me : Yeah about 15 mins. btw Do you like
chocolate or oreo more ?
Cyrus : Oreo. Why ?
Me : No la. Just asking. text you when I’m
I get to know his birthday through his
Facebook so I wanted to surprise him since tomorrow its his actual birthday. I
went off to a bakery store and bought a whole oreo cheesecake for him and got
him worried because I was late :
Cyrus : traffic jam ? took you 1 hour ?
Me : Im fine. Reaching soon.
As I was all excited and smiling walking up to
his place to surprise him since he has no idea I knew his Birthday and he
thought I came just to have sex, as I knock on his door.
Cyrus : (opening the door)
Me : Surprise ! (lifting up the birthday cake
box with plastic)
Cyrus : What ?! (Surprised and laughing)
Me : I know its your birthday tomorrow..so I
bought you a cake. (acting silly)
Cyrus : No wonder you asked whether I like
choc or oreo lol
Me : (Walking towards the fridge and open it,
putting the cake inside)
Cyrus : (hugged me from behind resting his
head on my shoulder with his hands wrap around my waist)
Cyrus : Thank you. (In a sincere tone)
My heart was pounding fast in that heat of
moment. I felt something again. I didn’t really utter any words that time. We
were just indulging in the silence yet sweet moment of him hugging me from
behind while the fridge’s was left open.
Me : Wanna have a slice now ? (broke the
Took a knife and cut a slice and handed to him
Me : Happy birthday hehe ! (Acting silly)
Cyrus : (took the cream on top of the cake
with his index finger towards my mouth feeding me)
Me : (BLUSHING AS FUCK) (open my mouth and ate
oh dear god thinking back I was so shy and he
was just laughing at me saying I’m cute with my face turned red…I lost count
of how many time my heart beat in a second. Unconsciously I lean towards him
and gave him a kiss with my eyes closed with my hands holding his waist. As I
passionately kiss him on his lips slowly with my tongue tied with his, he put
the plate away to the side of the sink. We were making out in the kitchen,
kissing each other all the time. His fingers were running through my hair and
gently touching my face. Eagerly lifting his shirt up and taking it off I push
his body against mine close I move down to his neck licking it gently and
slowly as he let out a soft moan
Cyrus : Let’s go to the room.
As he shuts the room’s door. I found myself
lying on his bed looking at him stripping off himself with his pants and
undies. His cock is hard on. Laying next to me as we continue kissing my hands
were reaching down to his cock stroking it. His rough hands were touching my
body feeling my skin next to his, removing my shirt licking my neck, leaving
marks on my shoulders as I let out a moan, he moves downwards to my sensitive
nipples licking it gently drawing circles, flicking it with his tongue and suck
it once in awhile. I felt so turn on. With his mouth doing the job, his hands
slowly touching my belly to my wet cock and down right to my hole.
His hands were in between my thigh with his
fingers touching my hole I felt even more turned on as if he’s molesting me
with my pants still on.
Me : I wanna suck your cock please.
Cyrus : I’ll rim you first.
Removing my pants along with my undies he lift
up my ass while he was in a kneeling position with his hands spreading my ass
to give a better look at my hole. Diving in with his tongue licking my hole
with his saliva covered like spreading butter on a bread. God I felt so good
that I had to shut my mouth with my hands for trying not to moan too loud.
Comes his finger poking my hole fingering me as I moan like a slut.
I lean towards him an grab hold of his hard
cock sucking it like nobody’s business. Eagerly sucking it so hard that I
almost choke myself from it. As eager as I said :
Me : Fuck me please.
He turn around and took a condom out of the
box along with the lube. I hold on to his legs and said :
Me : Cyrus. Do you wanna fuck me without the
Cyrus : (his eyes were widen and surprised
saying) You sure ?
Me : (shyly nodded my head and turn around in
doggystyle with my ass facing him)
Hearing the sound of him squeezing the lube.
He got hold of his hands on my ass from behind and I felt his hard on 7 Inch
dick piecing through me. We were on cloud 9. Fucking me in and out from behind
as we both moan at the same time he lean towards me from the back and smell me
and kiss my neck while his hips are moving on its own. My wet cock was dripping
precum all over the bed I felt it leaking.
As we slowly adjust the position of me laying
fully on the bed while he lay on me with his dick still in me. Our body were
sweating, so hot that we’re fucking in madness. My hard cock were begging to
breathe so I gently pad on his thigh said :
Me : Change (moaning)
Both of us woke up we were kissing each other
I pushed him down and squat on his hard dick, with my hands holding his cock
trying to fit it back in my hole. As it enters both of us moaned in joy. Slowly
swallowing it fully in my hole as I felt the hardness I hold my hands with his,
gently moving up and down riding him with my shy face expose to his. His hands
were on my hips while mine was on his thighs. Riding it even harder as he said
Cyrus : Fuck you’re so cute you’re gonna
make me cum
Me : I’m cumming too.
As I my hard cock were begging for me to
stroke, I felt a hot wave of liquid rushing inside me as he moans :
Cyrus : Fuck fuck fuck !!
Stroking my own cock in a split second I
cummed all over his body moaning together. That moment we couldn’t care less of
what the neighbor heard.
With hole filled with his cum I was so worn
out and lay on him with both our bodies covered with my cum panting :
Me : (breathing heavily , panting)
Cyrus : (hugging me even though we’re covered
Me : happy ? (acting silly)
Cyrus : Yes..much better without the condom.
Lets go clean you up.
As we were in the bathroom he kept nagging me
to wash properly, making sure all his cum was out from my hole. Insisting to
see the water comes out clean. I felt something again.For once a Top that
is not selfish and actually care about me after the sex.
As I got off from the shower I was kneeling
down packing my stuff into my bag.
Cyrus : Don’t go first, come over here. (in a
Me : (Walk towards his room as he was laying
on his beanie bag and lay right next to him with my head rest on his chest)
I couldn’t recall the conversation that we had
that time…All I remember was gently touching his rose tattoo on his leg while
he fell asleep with his hands around me. Looking at him fell asleep
After that night. We rarely text each other.
Mostly he don’t reply my messages, even if he replied it would be a day later.
I didn’t know what went wrong and I was just so puzzled that I stop trying so
hard. But what I felt through things that I felt wasn’t fake. Well maybe the
sad part was I was the only one who felt it but he didn’t. It all happen 3
years ago till one of the days I met him on the monorail on his way to work.
All we did was just pass by each other
Dear Cyrus, its bitter. But yet sweet. Thank you. xo
Scully was tired of being responsible for the world. She just wanted to go home. Once the word got out on the vaccine, with Mulder and Einstein’s help, she felt like she could finally step back and let the world save itself. It took nearly a week, but her work was essentially done.
What she wanted now, more than sleep, more than a hot bath, more than a relaxing glass of wine, was to see her son again. It had nearly killed her to entrust William back in the hands of Monica so she could keep fighting the alien virus, but she did what she had to do - for the second time - and let him go. Not to strangers this time, and not forever, just to her apartment where they would be safe and clear of Cancerman.
Mulder had went back to South Carolina to put a bullet in the old man’s brain, but of course the estate was empty. No sign of the smoking bastard anywhere. He returned with a renewed passion for fighting for the truth and a box that Monica had requested he search for if he was so hellbent on searching the place. Once he saw what was inside, he closed it back up and took it home to wait for Scully.
This is my first time writing. If you couldn’t tell… Honestly don’t know why I wrote it or why Im posting it and Im sure this is goinG to bring about nothing lol. But here it is! 😏
Part 2? Maybe…
“So… what do you want for your birthday?”
I had been asking him that for months but he still hasn’t told me and it is now the morning of his birthday and I still don’t know.
I gazed up at my boyfriend from underneath him, patiently awaiting his response.
“What do you mean?”
I rolled my eyes and scoffed playfully. Is he playing dumb right now?
“I mean… I’ve been asking you for months now and its your birthday today yet you still haven’t told me. So instead Im going to take you out to get what you want. So, what would you like, dear boyfriend?”
With the stare of his eyes that I love looking into so much, his lips that are so big and plump turned up into a smile, and his messy morning hair that makes me adore him more than I did the day before. He leans down to my ear, pausing for a second letting his warm breath hit my skin to whisper one word.
“You.” Me? What?
Then he pulled away from my ear and looked into my eyes again, while I stared back puzzled as ever.
“You already have me, Mark. Just tell me what you wa-”
I was cut off by his morning wood being ground down to my center by him, instantly making me realize what he meant.
“Yes, Oh.” His eyes darkened as he leaned down to capture my lips with his own. Almost instantly, my eyes are closed and Im returning his kisses just as hungry as he is.
I pulled away momentarily to look up at him and smirk before flipping us over so that Im on top. I leant down to his ear, and whispered as seductively as I could
“Whatever you want, birthday boy”
Smirking to myself, I pulled away after gently pulling his ear lobe with my teeth, to sit up and grind down on the bulge growing harder in his pants. I grind against him harder and faster, biting my lips in attempt to keep my own moans from falling from my mouth as Mark grips my hips letting his moans out shamelessly.
“Baby, please. I want you now” he begged.
I went down to his face, my lips brushing his with every word I spoke
“Shhh baby boy, your members are just outside that door.” I pressed my lips to his and continued grinding down on him but, almost teasingly slower.
Soft pants were heard from the both of us as I let my hand roam from his cheek down his chest, all the way the band of his underwear where my hand halted. I keep working my hips while teasingly playing with the band. I bit my lip thinking about his cock. Hot and hard. Ready to be free. I moved further down his body and sat myself on his thighs. I slipped one finger under the band of his underwear while he holds his intense glare in my direction, watching my every move. A second finger goes under and I slowly begin to pull them down, inch by inch.
I leant down to his clothed cock, just as the band reached his bulge, watching his mouth fall open as my breath hits him. I smirked and quickly let go of his underwear, pushed myself off him and stood next to the bed. I looked at his confused face, winked and spoke
“Psych. We’re all leaving in ten. Better get ready, babe!”
I winked once more and walked out of his room giggling, while he cursed me to the moon and back.
Y'all saying Kaneki and Hide are gonna have a heartbreaking reunion but Hide would probably send Kaneki a giant ass birthday cake and Kaneki would be like 'I can't even eat this and wtf this isn't my birthday yet' and then Hide would just jump out of the cake holding a flashy sign that says 'THE MEMELORD IS BACK!' and Kaneki would just know it's his motherfucking long lost friend.
The whole house smelled like pancakes and a mix of all different things. You opened your eyes and let the sunshine warm your face. You lived alone and when that realization hit you, you jolted upright in the bed. For a moment you were sure a burglar was roaming around your house but then you realized how stupid that thought was. Why would a burglar make breakfast in your kitchen?
“John…?” You ask in surprise, looking at the man with his back turned to you who was leaning over your stove.
He gives you a quick look over his shoulder before turning around to show you one of his rare, dazzling smiles that always managed to make your heart jump in your chest.
“Good morning, doll."
"I thought you were working on a case. Did something happen?”
Grabbing your hand, he pulls you against his chest so you can rest your head against him. His arms move around your waits to hug you tight.
"You didn’t think I’d forget your birthday, did you?“
"You hate birthdays.” You say smiling against his chest, lost in your memories.
You had once tried to throw a surprise party for him and while he smiled through it the whole time, you could clearly see he rather be anywhere else. Never again. Since then you hadn’t bothered anymore. There were plenty of holidays you absolutely hated, so you understood his dislike for birthdays.
“Spence, you’ve got to stop,” Cheyenne said as Spencer pulled out yet another wrapped gift. Granted, a girl only turned 21 once, but she was not in the mood to celebrate full-fledged adulthood; she’d grown up too fast anyway, but now it was like…official, and that made her both uneasy and excited all rolled up in one.
Since this morning, he’d bought you breakfast, given you a foot massage, purchased a watch you’d been wanting forever, got you a yearly membership to Barnes and Noble (because he was a fucking angelic nerd like that) and now this. As Cheyenne ripped the wrapping off, her smirk made Spencer grin wider than he had when he’d given her the store membership.
This box was on the smaller side, so she couldn’t hazard a guess as to what it was, but as she opened it, she gasped. Inside was a Celtic Fire Necklace - sterling silver Celtic knots on the outside, dipping into swirls with black enamel and a fiery red stone in the center. “Do you like it?”
“Do I like it? Spence, it’s beautiful,” she breathed. Smiling, she took it out of the box and turned around, motioning for him to clasp it behind her neck. As the cool metal nipped at her skin, she glanced down and ran her fingers over it. “It’s gorgeous,” she said again. “But you have to stop now. You’re going to spoil me.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” He smirked. Spencer buried his head in the crook of her neck and brought her waist closer to his by wrapping his arms around the small of her back. “I can’t help the fact that I want to spoil my gorgeous girlfriend. You sure there isn’t anything else I can get you? Do for you? After all, you only turn 21 once.”
For a second, Cheyenne hesitated, about to open her mouth and tell her boyfriend that he didn’t have to do anything more. But as she ran her hand through his soft hair, she had an idea - a dirty one. Her innocent as fuck looking boyfriend wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. Occasionally, he could crack a dirty joke, and he’d even done a bit of dirty talking in their year together, but Cheyenne wanted to…push the boundaries a bit. “Well,” she started, running her hands over her new necklace again. Her mind wandered to the black and red lingerie she was wearing that conveniently went with her new necklace; Spencer really did know her too well. “I do have an idea.”
Spencer raised an eyebrow; he knew that look. “Go on.”
“Can we try a little more dirty talk?” She smiled. “Maybe a little dom/sub action? I know it may not totally be your thing, but I’d love to try it.”
“What makes you think it’s not my thing, little girl?”
Oh no. The way he said little girl soaked her panties in an instant. It was actually kind of embarrassing. Cheyenne swallowed the lump in her throat and attempted to speak, but nothing came out. “I asked you a question, Chey,” he said, his right thumb and ring finger snaking around her nipple. His eyes had gone from light and happy to serious and needy within minutes and Cheyenne honestly didn’t know what to do with it. “I need an answer.”
“I-I just didn’t think that a-about you,” she stuttered. “You look so innocent.”
Without a word, his tongue darted out over his bottom lip, covering it in a sheen of saliva that made her own mouth water. He pulled the tank top straps off of her shoulders and pulled the material below the material of her bra. For a moment, he just stood and admired the red and black silk and lace against her skin. “Sometimes you do too,” he finally said, his voice hugging her like the bra she wore. “With your pretty, perky nipples already puckered under my gaze, I’d say now is not one of those times.”
Cheyenne’s mouth went dry as these words came out of her boyfriend’s mouth. It was so hot. She had no idea how to react. So she didn’t bother trying, allowing Spencer to tell her how to react instead. He stepped toward her, his hands slipping into the waistband of her sweats and sliding them down. “The word is green,” he breathed, his heated breath skirting around her ear. She knew what he meant and walked backwards toward her bedroom, unable to take her eyes off him.
“Lie down,” he said unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. She was practically in a trance, feelings amplified as the soft comforter soothed her heated but oh-so-ready skin. “No noise. I know how hard that is for you.”
It was. She was a moaner. This was going to be difficult. “Or what?” She asked more out of curiosity than antagonism.
“Or I’ll turn you over and spank that pretty bottom of yours,” he said confidently without missing a beat. Was that supposed to be a deterrent? Because at the moment Cheyenne wasn’t thinking so. She kind of just wanted to moan louder. She wanted to moan right now. And he hadn’t even touched her yet - barely anyway.
As he removed his pants and shirt, leaving him in only his boxers, Cheyenne’s eyes followed his every move. His lithe fingers driving forward with purpose. To undo her. She could already tell it wasn’t going to take much. When he got onto the bed and kneeled over her, the deep-seeded need in his eyes made her tremble. “Spread your legs,” he said. She did as she was told and took in the sheen of sweat already covering his body as well as hers. He was acting confident, but on the inside, Cheyenne could tell this was foreign to him. Damn, he was good at faking it.
It seemed like hours since he’d demanded she spread her legs and her center was dripping for him. “Grab the headboard. No hands on my head or yourself, and no noise.” And with that, he dipped his head between her legs and began his ministrations. Oh fuck. Originally, she thought the moaning thing might have been doable, but this definitely wasn’t going to work. A small, almost imperceptible groan escaped her lips. “Considering this is the first time we’re doing something like this, I’ll give you three strikes. That was strike one.” A heavy breath escaped her as she bit her lip.
Again, his head dipped between her legs, his hair falling down against her skin, tickling her inner folds. She swallowed the gasp that rolled up and he chuckled against her, relishing the sweet torture he was delivering upon her. “I’m looking forward to watching your ass welt up under my hands.” Oh he was a cocky bastard - and she loved him so. As he continued to tease her folds, his tongue massaging the skin just below her clit, he inserted two fingers into her. He loved how responsive she was for him, but he took note that she was even more sensitive right now. They were going to have to do this more often. “Oh god,” Cheyenne breathed.
Instead of slowly down his movements so she could recover, possibly not bring down that third strike, he picked up the pace of his movements.
“Strike three,” he said. Had she moaned? She didn’t even remember doing it. He pulled his fingers from her. “You made my fingers all dirty. You better lick them clean.”
Taking her hands off the headboard, she grabbed his hand and brought his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself off his skin. Once his fingers were cleaned, he motioned for her to bend over his knee. Somehow, through all of the things they’d done sexually, this was by far the most vulnerable she’d been, and she hadn’t realized until now how much she craved that. “I will alternate each cheek,” he said, rubbing her ass with the palm of his hand. “Three on each. And you will count them out. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” Cheyenne breathed as a moan rolled upwards.
The first smack took her by surprise. “One.”
The second came nearly two minutes later. She was ready to burst. She counted them off until she came to the last one. Her ass was burning, but she was in love with the feeling. “Six. Oh my god…sir.” She hung her head limply before he placed his fingers inside her once again.
“Now, you’ve been a good girl, so you can come.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said. “Thank you.”
From behind, his fingers hit a different spot inside her and within minutes her toes were curling and a scream was rumbling its way through her body. “Let it out, little girl.”
“Ah, fuck!” Her pussy clenched around his fingers and her own hands grabbed at the comforter in desperation. “Oh my god, Spence.” She finally composed herself and assumed their little scene was over. “I know you got me a ton of stuff today, but that was by far the best gift yet.”
A low, gravelly chuckle emanated from him as he brought her face in line with his. “Was that just a birthday present?” He smirked.