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Boss's Orders

Boss’s Orders (m)

Word count: 2.6k

Genre: filth, apparently I have a thing for shameless office sex ;)

I tried a different style of writing for this one… anyway, enjoy.

Originally posted by gotjimin


I was doing some faxing for Mr. Park, my boss. He was making me work late, yet again. He had made me work late a lot these past few weeks. Sometimes a couple of other people were with me but tonight I was the only one left.

He had gotten on to me because one of my reports was messed up. It wasn’t a surprise to me that one out of the twenty I was given, at the same time, was not perfect. Mr. Park always got pretty mad with me for unknown reasons. Or I just was around when he’d need to take his pent up anger out on someone. It was sad that the only reason I put up with him was because I needed this job… and that I was insanely attracted to him. Although, I felt especially attracted to him when he got on to me. There was something about his aggressive, hard voice that made my knees weak and my panties wet. He’d sometimes slam his fist on his desk and i’d have to bit my lip to keep from moaning.

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Prompts list

1. “She never misses, she never quits, and never loses. If you’re alive, it’s because she wants you alive.”
2. “Because even the sun can envy the stars.”
3. “Cold sunshine fell around him.”
4. “She really couldn’t stand his eyes on her.”
5. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
6. “The truth lodged bitter tasting in his mouth”
7. “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”
8. “She’s missing, not dead.”
9. “I ran in the direction of the scream.
10. “Promise me you’ll stay.”
11. “They were looking at each other with the intensity usually reserved for bomb defusion.”
12. “They couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t scared.”
13. “I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”
14. “If my parents knew what I was doing, they’d kill me.”
15. "I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of a thousand suns, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
16. “His capacity for forgiveness wasn’t infinite.”
17. "I’m sorry, but I can’t trust you anymore.”
18. "All of those people are alive right now because of her.”
19. "Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.”
20. "You were always the quiet one.”
21. "You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine.”
22. "No! I’m tired of doing what you say!”
23. “He was terrified of small spaces and she knew.”
24. “It was the age of screaming.”
25. “There were few things that truly weren’t meant to exist. One of them was…”
26. “They came in a blur of shadows.”
27. "I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”
28. “There were only so many things you could hide from.”
29. Her voice could sink ships.
30. "If you take her eyes, she will be blind. But if you take her heart, she will be empty.”
31. “She was broken in a lot of ways, but there was a brilliance in her that he wanted to know all about.”
32. "I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”
33. “His eyes drooped, his hands wavered, and then there was a scream of metal tearing.”
34. “He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her.”
35. “Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head…”
36. “It was a compelling and convincing argument and for that reason she chose to ignore it.”
37. “He was the picture of health. Which was amazing considering his lifestyle.”
38. “It was as if she didn’t understand the concept of ‘shut up’.”
39. “I believed that nothing could ever replace it. And that belief lasted for forty eight hours.”
40. “The kiss tasted like tears.”
41. "My life is my own to ruin.”
42. "You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
43. "I’d rather carress my asshole with a chainsaw.”
44. “You were saturated sunlight.”
45. “His eyes brimmed with unshed tears but neither of you mentioned it.”
46. “It was already here.”
47. "Just shut up and listen to me!”
48. “You swallowed thickly and looked up.”
49. “Having heard those words before, you suddenly realised their meaning.”
50. “He would never truly admit it, but…”
51. “She stared into the mirror.”
52. “Shh, I promise its all gonna be alright now. I promise.”
53. “He held her for what felt like decades.”
54. “The Sun could never truly divorce the Sky.”
55. “But what would have happened if…”
56. “I know!”
57. “A smile played on his lips.”
58. “T'was wicked.”
59. “Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds.”
60. “Have you done it yet?”
61. “An echoing howl.”
62. “Why cant you just open your eyes and see?!”
63. “Its not right.”
64. “He watched her, never realising that she was watching him.”
65. “Her breathing quickened. He knew what was happening to her.”
66. “Please. Just let me in.”
67. “Sing me a lullaby.”
68. “It cracked and shattered- and with it, so did her heart.”
69. “It just…hurts.”
70. “I laughed and laughed until I couldn’t laugh anymore.”
71. “I cried and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore.”
72. “I did all of this for you. What more could you want?”
73. “Don’t you ever get lonely?”
74. “Gods, you just wanted to drag your nails down his back and tangle your fingers in his hair.”
75. “It was a long time ago, but some people still couldn’t forgive.”
76. “It started without the glamour, without the drama. It started with a smile.”
77. “That was his fourth helping, and I still hadn’t finished my first!”
78. “Where the hell have you been?”
79. “Please just leave me alone…”
80. “It looked like it was getting fun so I decided to join in.”
81. “Oh, come on! It was only the one!”
82. “She fell in love with the tinkle of his laugh and the gleam in his eye.”
83. “Happy ever after? Please.”
84. “Was there ever anything there?”
85. “Gods, he was gorgeous.”
86. “I want to break those glasses with my pelvis.”
87. “The bluest blue to ever freaking blue.”
88. “He wasn’t as tough as they all thought. And she knew it.”
89. “Oh shit.”
90. “You shot me?!”
91. “He didn’t have anyone else, so you always made sure that you were there for him.”
92. “Could you ever truly forgive him?”
93. “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before.”
94. “There was a fine line between being sexually frustrated and sexually furious.”
95. “Fabulosity.”
96. “It was your favourite, and he knew.”
97. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
98. “Don’t you die on me.”
99. “03:18AM. You were in for a long night.”
100. “Wow. Just, wow…”
101.“You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
102.“I saw the devil in his/her eyes”
103.“Where the fuck are we? Cause to me it looks like I’m in Kidnapped, USA.”
104.“Steak-out? More like virgin social club.”
105.“I like this bed sheet.” “It doesn’t matter for me, you take all of the blankets and mattress space anyway.”
106.“Did you just lick the side of my face?” “I claimed you.”
107."I like your face.”
108.“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
109.“Please, don’t leave.”
110.“I almost lost you.”
111.“Don’t you ever do that again!”
112.“I think we need to talk.”
113.“I can’t believe I ever trusted you!
114.“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
115.“It could be worse.”
116.“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
117.“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
118.“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
119.“You lied to me.”
120.“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
121.“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
122.“He’s coming back for you. You need to get out.”
123.“I hope you’ll understand.”
124.“What do you mean he/she’s dead?!”
125.“Stop trying to protect me! All you’ve done is hurt me!”
126.“You tricked me into falling in love with you!”
127.“Don’t fucking touch me!”
128.“You did this for me?”
129.“You can’t protect me.”
130.“Go then, leave! See if I care!”
131.“Why are you up so early?”
132.“Please, take me instead!”
133.“Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”
134.“Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”
135.“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
136.“I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”
137.“You can’t break my heart like this!”
138.“I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”
139.“Run, and don’t ever look back.”
140.“Please, don’t give up on me.”
141.“When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”
142.“I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.”
143.“Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”
144.“Who gave you that black eye?!”
145.“After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”
146.“I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”
147"What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”
148.“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”
149.“It reminded me of you.”
150.“No, no, it’s my treat.”
151.“Come here. Let me fix it.”
152.“I’ll walk you home.”
153.“Have a good day at work.”
154.“I dreamt about you last night.”
155.“Take my seat.”
156.“I saved a piece for you.”
157.“I’m sorry for your loss.”
158.“You can have half.”
159.“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
160.“Sorry I’m late.”
161.“Can I have this dance?”
162.“I made your favourite.”
163.“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
164.“Watch your step.”
165.“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
166.“Can I hold your hand?”
167.“You can borrow mine.”
168.“You might like this.”
169.“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”
170.“I’ll wait.”
171.“Just because.”
172.“Look both ways.”
173.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.“
174.“Try some.”
175.“Drive safely.”
176.“Well, what do you want to do?”
177.“One more chapter.”
178.“Don’t worry about me.”
179.“It looks good on you.”
180.“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
181.“That’s okay, I bought two.”
182.“After you.”
183.“We’ll figure it out.”
184.“Can I kiss you?”
185.“I like your laugh.”
186.“Don’t cry.”
187.“I made this for you.”
188.“Go back to sleep.”
189.“Is this okay?”
190.“I picked these for you.”
191.“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
192.“What do you want to watch?”
193.“You can go first.”
194.“Did you get my letter?”
195.“I’ll do it for you.”
196.“Call me when you get home.”
197.“I think you’re beautiful.”
198.“Are you sure?”
199.“Have fun.”
200.“Sit down, I’ll get it.”
201.“I made reservations.”
202.“I don’t mind.”
203.“It brings out your eyes.”
204.“There is enough room for both of us.”
205.“You don’t have to say anything.”
206.“Wow.”
207.“Happy birthday.”
208.“I’ll pick it up after work.”
209.“It can wait until tomorrow.”
210.“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
211.“It’s two sugars, right?”
212.“I’ll help you study.”
213.“Stay over.”
214.“I did the dishes.”
215.“You didn’t have to ask.”
216.“I bought you a ticket.”
217.“You’re warm.”
218.“No reason.”
219.“I’ll meet you halfway.”
220.“Take mine.”
221.“We can share.”
222.“I was just thinking about you.”
223.“I want you to have this.”
224.“Call me if you need anything.”
225.“Do you want to come too?”
226.“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
227.“Is your seat belt on?”
228.“Sweet dreams.”
229.“I was in the neighborhood.”
230.“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
231.“The key is under the mat.”
232.“It doesn’t bother me.”
233.“You’re important too.”
234.“I saved you a seat.”
235.“I’ll see you later.”
236.“I noticed.”
237.“You can tell me anything.”
238.“I hope you like it.”
239.“I want you to be happy.”
240.“I believe in you.”
241.“You can do it.”
242.“Good luck.”
243.“I brought you an umbrella.”
244.“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
245.“Take a deep breath.”
246.“Be careful.”
247.“I love you.”
248.“I just wanted to make you happy.”
249.“I don’t trust you”
250.“Come with me.”
251.“Do I make you happy?”
252.“You hide it with jokes and sarcasm but I can see how broken you are.”
253.“Can I borrow a shirt to wear?”
254.“I needed someone and… you were the only one I thought of.”
255.“It’s 3am!”
256.“You forgot my birthday?!”
257.“Let me in.”
258.“I need you.”
259.“You can fix this, right?”
260.“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you!”
261.“You look like you’re about to cry. What’s happened?”
262.“I’m scared.”
263.“You’re alive?”
264.“Stay awake.”
265.“You can’t say things like that… Not anymore.”
266.“Let me help you.”
267.“I was so alone… and then I met you.”
268.“You’re an idiot.”
269.“Let’s just lay here a little longer.”
270.“Come here.”
271.“You look at yourself and see nothing but when I look at you… I see everything.”
272.“Just, trust me, okay?”
273.“I can’t promise anything.”
274.“I miss you.”
275.“Why did I ever think talking to you was a good idea?!”
276.“What’s happening to us?”
277.“Can we just go for a drive or something? Like we used to?”
278.“What does it feel like; love?”
279.“I’m not good with words.”
280.“You’re hurt.”
281.“Stop trying to be the hero all the time and just be you.”
282.“That’s why I love you.”
283."You couldn’t save him/her.“
284."I want to hate you, I do, but god, I can’t hate you; not even a little bit. Not even at all.”
285.“Don’t you say that… not you.”
286.“I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.”
287.“Make me.”
288.“Is that my shirt?”
289.“If you walk out that door… don’t you ever come back.”
290.“Don’t you die on me.”
291.“Please… just leave me alone.“
292.“I can’t keep fighting like this.”
293.“I need you.“
294.“Where were you when I needed you?”
295.“Will you just shut up for a minute and let me think?!”
296.“I just want you to be happy.”
297.“It’s time to say goodbye.“
298.“Please…stay…”
299.“I don’t want to hurt you.”
300.“Just shut up and kiss me.“
301.“Ignore me, I didn’t see anything.”
302.“I wish I could stop loving you.“
303.“I’m scared.”
304.“I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me.“
305.“You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?”
306.“I can’t do this without you.”
307.“Love is stupid.“
308.“I trusted you.”
309.“No, please don’t!”
310.“I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed!”
311.“I’m with you okay? Always.“
312.“I thought you loved me.”
313.“I told you this would happen.“
314.“What? You think you’re the only one suffering?”
315.“You’re alive?!”
316.“Don’t you try and pin this on me!”
317.“Why are you like this?”
318.“If you really love me, you’ll let me go.”
319.“Why are you looking at me like that?“
320.“I hate you”
321.“Because I love you god damn it!”
322.“Oh well good for you”
323.“I’m not gonna keep having this conversation”
324.“I could hold you forever.
325.“Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.
326.“This is hard for me too!“
327.“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
328.“Close your eyes.“
329.“Will you marry me?”
330.“I’m in love…shit.”
331.“Go on, I dare you!“
332.“Kiss me.”
333.“I’d rather die.”
334.“Please… I need you.“
335.“Mom says if you blow up the house she’s gonna put you for adoption.”
336.“I don’t have a licences to kill. I have a learner’s permit.”
337.“I didn’t do it…. Oh wait that? … Oh, that I did do.”
338.“You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”
339.“Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
340.“Are you always this stupid, or is this a special occasion?”
341.“You gotta stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “Things that make me wanna kiss you.”
342.“Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”
343.“Why are they all afraid of you?”
344.“Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”
345.“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”
346.“Oh my god, you’re in love!”
347.“Can I kill him?” “No…” “Just a little bit?”
348.“Technically it wasn’t on fire.” “Of course it wasn’t on fire! you completely blew it up!”
349.“Hand over the girl!” “Not gonna happen.”
350.“This is why we can’t have nice things!”
351.“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?”
352.“Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Don’t care, Shut up.”
353.“This weather is almost as cold as my heart.”
354.“Well ‘scuse me, your Grand High Fluffiness.”
355.“So you’re the guy who saved my life?”
356.“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
357.“When is a monster not a monster?” “When you love it.”
358.“You know they’re gonna use the things you love against you.”
359.“Where is he!” “My lady…” “Answer me!”
360.“Wanting McDonald’s is not an emergency.” “Sure it is.”
361.“Did I say you could make me have feelings for you?”
362.“I love you.”
363.“Don’t leave me,”
364.“Fuck it.”
365.“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…fall in love with me.”
366.“When I said ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night.’ I didn’t mean this.”
367.“You know…that’s not what an apology sounds like.”
368.“I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”
369.“I am under no obligation to make sense to you.”
370.“I taught you how to pick locks, and this is how you use that skill?”
371.“There are only so many times I can watch you break before I start to crack.”
372.“We wouldn’t be having this
conversation if you had just listened.”
373.“We need to talk about your life choices.”
374.“Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”
375.“I’m sure that sounded different in your head, but please never say that again.”
376.“Well, if you had woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times.”
377.“We shouldn’t be here.”
378.“I think I broke him.”
379.“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.”
380.“All I know is, one of us is right, the other is you.”
381.“Don’t. Move.”
382.“I will be the first to tell you I’m a terrible liar.”
383.“So why did I have to punch that guy?”
384.“You’ve got to stop saying that.”
385.“You just give off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at.”
386.“You’re lucky you’re cute…”
387.“Are you always like this or is today a special occasion?”
388.“Oh, so you’re on their side now?”
389.“If someone gets nosy, just shoot ‘em.” “Shoot them?” “Politely.”
390.“Can I ask a dumb question?”
“Better than anyone I know.”
391.“Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Don’t care. Shut up.”
392.“How long have you been standing there?”
“Longer than you’d like.”
393.“Do you even know how to drive this thing?!”
“Considering the fact that I almost flew us into that building, I’m going to assume you know the answer.”
394.“This is bad.”
“You said that already.”
“It seemed worth repeating.”
395.“You’re really drunk right now.”
“No I’m not, you’re just blurry.”
396.“Come here.”
“Why?”
“Just come here.”
“No. You’re gonna hit me.”
397.“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?”
“Not until four.”
398.“Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
“It’s a jail cell.”
“I was being sarcastic.”
399.“You don’t have to do this.”
“I wish that were true.”
400.“What now?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d get this far.”
401.“You look…”
“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”
402.“You’ve gotta stop doing that.”
“What?”
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
403.“When did you become so smart, oh wise one?”
“Since I stopped listening to you.”
404.“I thought you forgot about me.”
“Never.”
405.“Give it to me.”
“Only if you promise not to kill anyone with it.”
406.“Do you trust me?”
“No.”
407.“You’re smarter than you look.”
408.“I think I’m dying. Well, actually, I don’t know if I’m dying, but I can’t exactly feel my legs.”
409.“I’ll do anything- literally anything- if you would just would let me use it.”
410.“…. What the hell happened here?”
411.“Where did all of these puppies come from?”
412.“I love you more than food. And trust me, I love food.”
413.“Do not throw me into the lake, fuck y-”
414.“I love you to the moon and back, actually, if we were being realistic, it’d be to the next galaxy and back.”
415.“Stop talking- more shots.”
416.“Where did you put my clothes?”
417.“Maybe you should try understanding? You don’t have it the way I do.”
418.“I think I love you, of course it just could be the sedatives talking, but I’m pretty sure.”
419.“Get out.”
420.“You’re mine, and only mine. In the least objectifying sense of the phrase, of course.”
421.“When I said ‘dare’, that was not one of the things I agreed to!”
422.“I hate that I love you.”
423.“Who said anything about kids?!”
424.“Didn’t think you liked to sing in the shower.”
425.“At night, if you’re not in my bed, it feels so empty. In fact, when you’re not here, my life feels incomplete.”
426.“Does it hurt?”
427“Do you really expect me to believe that?”
428“Oh, wow, aren’t you quite the charmer?”
429.“Move!”
430.“Well I guess it’s time to go make a scene.”


btw guys i stole this from @petersparkers so yeahhhhh creds to her x

Part 5 - Aussie Sausage Dairy.

Note : all the stories I wrote are true :) happy reading !

I’ve been pretty busy with life recently. Didn’t really have the mood for hookup. But I always like to share my sexual experience to people I chat with vise versa as much as I like to hear about theirs as well. Typically : The first time and the best ones :) 

For me I’m actually having a hard time picking which one was the best, Previously in Part 2 I shared about Calvin the Chinese hunk with a Shih Tzu stole my heart, definitely a boyfriend material and A grade fuck buddy lol. Well this time in Part 5 I would call it one of my Wildest Adventures. 


it was 2 years ago I could recall. I was 18 and horny.

It was a Friday night. Desperately wanted a dick right up in my ass. Shaved my ass, cleaned my hole, put on my Hugo Boss cologne, wore a super revealing singlet (my nipples are exposed on the side if I move too much) and a super short shorts, comb my hair nicely, chewing eclipse mints make sure that my breath smells nice.

Off I went. Took a ride to the city center of Kuala Lumpur. Pavillion alone. Found myself in Tom Dick’s and Harry Bar, ordered a pint of Carlsberg, scrolling through JackD and Grinder hoping to encounter someone decent for hookup but it seems like ladyluck wasn’t on my side tonight. Most of them were staying with friends, busy or just not my type. I was depressed and disappointed obviously I came here with an objective which was clearly to have a fine dick right up in my ass. Thank god he heard my prayer lol. 

A fine ass looking Caucasian caught my attention when he walked into the bar. He’s 6 Feet Tall (180cm+), Broad Shoulder with dark brown hair, that’s all I could remember the details of him. He was in a suit with a loosen tie ( I guess he just got off from work and came for drink) I was staring at him the whole time since his arrival. He was looking at me at one point, I smiled at him :) He stood up took his drink and moving towards my direction. (you cannot imagine how excited I was in that moment.) I was in Cloud 9. 

Hot Guy : Mind if I buy you a drink ? 

Me : hello sure. I’m alone anyway. :)

We were sitting by the Bar on the high chairs drinking and just introducing each other and found out that he was actually from Australia and he came here for working purpose and he’s flying back tomorrow afternoon. Until he hit that jackpot question.

Leonard : anyway. What are you doing here alone by the bar in this hour ? is it common for an 18 to drink here 

Me : Well I could give you the answer on your bed if you wanna know what am I doing here in this hour :)

Leonard : (Chuckles) you’re pretty straightforward little boy . I like that. I’ll go get the bill.

Me : alright. Be right back, I’ll head to the washroom.

Washing my drunk face in the washroom. Chewing to my eclipse, looking in the mirror telling myself don’t screw this up. Thinking a way of impressing him so I went in to one of the toilet cubicle and I took off my underwear and I put in inside my man pouch. 

I had about 3 pints of beer and I wasn’t drunk, just a little tipsy as we were heading towards his hotel Pullman in a walking distance.

Leonard : So do you do this often ? you don’t look like its your first time.

Me : (Chuckles) Believe it or not its actually my first time looking for hook up in a bar. I guess lady luck was on my side after all.  How old are you btw ? 

Lenaord : I’m 45.

Me : That’s not a funny joke. You look like late 20′s instead of 45 !

(I Swear he don’t look like 45!, I never fuck with a man in his 40′s btw)

As we reached the hotel. We were in the elevator just the 2 of us he was standing behind me. And it started. He sneaked his left hand from behind right into my shorts touching my bubble butt. We both were shocked for god sake. I didn’t expect him to do that in the elevator.

Leonard : fuck boy where’s your undies ? (Laughing)

Me : I think I lost it somewhere. Maybe its on your bed ? (smirks)

As I undress myself in his room we started kissing slowly and passionately. Until he went shirtless I swear his body was priceless. Firm chest with broad shoulders I worship it immediately touching it and licking his hard nipples. He knew I love his chest when I couldn’t stop worshiping it.  From the chest slowly right down to his hard Aussie Sausage. It was HUGE. It was longer than 5inch (12cm+) and its thick. As I stroke it I when next to his ear and whisper.

Me : Can I call you Daddy ? (whispering softly)

Leonard : anything for you Baby Boy.

Me : Am I allowed to suck it ? (whispering softly)

Leonard :  show me what you got boy.

Me ; Yes daddy.

His hard dick was huge that I couldn’t suck it all the way through, he likes me sucking his dick obviously from the head to the balls making it wet with my saliva. Sucking his dick while by tongue is doing the job on the inside. Again. I used the ace up my sleeves. Swirling his dickhead with my tongue like drawing a circle. he was impressed :)

Leonard : oh boy you’re good at blowjobs even better than my boyfriend.

Me : well I hope he wasn’t jealous. (smiling)

As we switch position I found my ass facing his face as he rims me it felt so good especially when I shaved my ass so it would be smooth. He likes it alot licking my hole and spanking me lightly as I moan. We were in 69 Position where I was sucking his big dick while he was enjoying my pink hole. He took the lube and started to loosen my tight hole gently. I love it when my top takes the time to lube my hole as I moan softly. He wore a condom and I started riding his dick all the way through. I’ve never felt so good. While riding his big dick I rest my hands on his chest and play with his nipple he was moaning as well.

Leonard : Fuck you. Yes baby boy 

I was just moaning the whole time and make sure my hips are moving up and down to make us feel good. Switching position time to time from Military to Doggy to Standing and against the bathroom mirror.

I was leaning against the bathroom’s basin facing the mirror moaning as he fucks my hole from behind with his left hands on my shoulder and right hands on my hips pounding my hole gently making sure that I moan like his slut. My dick was hard as fuck and my precum was leaking all over the bathroom floor.

Leonard : enjoying the view of me fucking you ? 

Me : yes Daddy fuck you’re so hot. Can I cum now ?

Leonard : I’m close too cum for me Baby.

Me : Im cumming ! (Cum all over the floor it was a mess)

Leonard : fuck ! I’m close kneel down I wanna cum on your cute face.

As I kneel down quickly looking into his eyes with his huge dick wanking infront of me removing the condom and there it is. With his babies all over my face and body. It was surreal. Mind blowing indeed.

Me : Can I stay for the night ? its 3am now if you dont mind.

Leonard : As if I am going to allow a cute boy leaving on his own in this hour. bunk in with me tonight. Don’t worry I’m dead tired couldn’t start a second round even if you want too (chuckles) 

It was heart warming of him to do that. Most of the guys would just ask me to leave or fetch me home after the sex. The next morning we had breakfast together, took him to have some local food nearby and he was cute because he couldnt stand the heat from the Curry sauce for the Naan. 

He gave me some money for the Cab (which was way more than enough) but I refused to accept. We part ways every since then. xoxo

Writer’s Block 4.1

So I’m taking a different approach to finishing this story. Instead of writing a monster chapter, it’s easier for me to do chunks of it at the moment. I’ll post every 2000 words here, and when it’s complete I’ll post it as one continuous chapter on the archives. Just seems easier for me. Hope you like this one! 4.2 isn’t far behind… Let me know what you think!


Originally posted by couplenotes

What the fuck am I reading? I toss the book aside and try to forget about the alien species commingling with human women as they take over the world with their disappearing magic lube, never-ending sexual appetite and nanocytes that heal the bruises they leave behind from their love-making. If it can be called that.

None of that garbage is going to help me write the next scene. The scene. The one I have zero experience with. Every time I sit down to write it I get nervous and edgy. But I need something written down that at least Peeta can make changes to. He won’t be much help to me this week since he’s busy finishing up an art project that’s due at the same time. I told him not to worry, that I would wrap things up on this end so he could focus elsewhere.

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Conor Maynard Imagine - Wedding Date

Weddings were something you always used to enjoy. Seeing people who were in love tying the knot was one of the few things that could ever make you cry. However, as time passed and you grew older, they stopped being so joyful anymore.

Eventually, your friends started to attend such events with their significant others, and being the only one who didn’t bring anybody really dawn on you. Insecurities rose almost overnight: were you not good enough to get a boyfriend who could take you to weddings? Were you not good enough to get a boyfriend at all?

You sounded so desperate to yourself, you felt so small yourself, that you eventually stopped saying yes to any kind of wedding invitation. That was, of course, until you received that one card.

“I’m not going” you said, shaking your head as you paced back and forth your living room “All my childhood friends will be there and I’m just…there’s no chance I’m going” you said more to yourself than out loud, as Conor’s curious eyes followed your trails from your sofa.

“Y/N, she’s your best friend” he said “It’s okay if you bring no date, since when did you need a man to make a presence?”

And he was right, yeah, he was. Yet you couldn’t stop thinking about what your friends would think, what their mothers would think. Insecurities from your teenage years overcame you again, and you weren’t willing to let that happen.

You threw the wedding invitation towards Conor as the light bulb above your head suddenly started shining “You’re going with me” you suddenly said, more as an obligation than an invitation, as you pointed at him with your finger.

“What?” Conor chuckled “I mean, sure but are you really that desperate?” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes as you sat down next to him “Con, you’re my best friend and I really need to make a good impression to them” you told him. When he looked at you, you pouted and gave him those puppy eyes he was so weak for.

He looked away, playful “Don’t look at me like that, I already said yes” he smiled “But you realize we’ll have to pretend we are dating, right?”

“Yeah” you said, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing to death “I mean, it’s just for a night. We’ll be alright”

But the truth was, even though you thought you could pretend to be dating Conor just for a few hours, you definitely couldn’t.

Conor had been your best friend for about two years, and it didn’t take you long to fall for him. It wasn’t his eyes, nor his looks. It wasn’t even the way his voice made you daydream when he sang. It was how he treated you, how special and happy he made you feel. When you realized you were in too deep, you mentally cursed at yourself for falling for an international popstar. You knew you were in for a dangerous ride, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting to be more than a friend to him as each day passed.

Now, as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, a long pale dress hugging your curves slightly, yet adding a swift classic aura to it, you weren’t so sure you could actually act like a girlfriend to him anymore. At first it sounded like a good idea, then it hit you that couples actually kiss and hold each other. And would you be able to kiss Conor without hurting yourself even more? The answer was no. No way in hell you would come out alive and kicking.

One, you had never been in a relationship before. And two, it was Conor freaking Maynard. You let out a rather deep, long held sigh just seconds before you heard your doorbell ringing “Get yourself together, Y/N” you whispered as you adjusted your dress one more time “It’s just Conor”

You opened the door slowly, as if you didn’t want your night to start. When it was fully opened, you were finally able to take a good look at Conor. He looked handsome, indeed. Really, really handsome. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a grey tie, and his hair looked strangely good that afternoon. You mentally sighed again.

“You look beautiful” he said, giving you a small kiss on top of your head as he placed a hand on your hip to make his way inside the apartment “Uber will be here in 5”

“Right” you said, trying to hide the obvious fact that you were shaking with nervousness “You look…attractive” you said awkwardly, making him laugh.

“Hey, loosen up a little” he smirked “Tell me you want to pin me up against a wall or something. We are supposed to be dating, remember?”

You smiled cheekily, feeling now relieved and more confident as you knew Conor was so into the part “I do remember” you said, as you got dangerously close to him. You eyed him, your stare too playful for him to suppress a smile.

You pulled yourself inside his embrace, as his arms immediately went around your torso “Just try not to kiss me too much tonight” you teased him, and you swore you could hear the sexual tension between you two.

He chuckled slightly “I mean, I’ve held myself together for two years, I can do 12 more hours” he smiled, then it hit you what he had actually said. Holding himself? What was that supposed to mean?

But before you could ask, his phone vibrated with a text “Ride’s here” he said, taking your hand in his as you took your purse “Ready to have some fun?”

The wedding reception was indeed beautiful. Flowers from all kind of colors and shapes could be seen literally everywhere, from chairs to the ceiling, from door handles to towel holders. Seeing your friends again didn’t make you feel as bad as you had thought it would, mainly because you had Conor by your side.

His arm never left your waist, and he sneaked a few kisses on top of your head every now and then. He was taking the fake-boyfriend role very seriously, and at some points you found yourself not being able to distinguish reality from part-playing.

The truth was, you could get used to it. You could get used to Conor having his arms around you all the time, his touch always warming up your skin. Always making sure you were alright.

“Are you having fun?” You asked him, once you finally sat down around the restaurant table, once the ceremony was over. He had been chatting with some of your childhood friends, and they really seemed to get along. You had told them that you didn’t want the world to find out you were dating Conor Maynard, and that’s why you had kept it secret, even from them. They believed it.

“Actually, yeah” he said “I haven’t been to a wedding since I was like, what…8?” He laughed “It’s all about the company” he smiled, looking sweetly at you.

You blushed and looked away rapidly “It’s all about your fake girlfriend, huh?” You dared to ask, your eyes still not focused on his.

“Kind of” he said, and you could basically hear his smirk “I’ll have to run from the press next Saturday” he said with a small chuckle, almost in a whisper.

You looked confusedly at him. Next Saturday? Why in the world would he need to run from paparazzi for? “What do you mean?” You asked him, your heart racing for some weird reason.

“Tinder date” he said, not looking at you. His eyes were apparently fixed on all the couples holding each other and dancing on the dance floor “I mean, I’m supposed to be dating you”

Suddenly, you felt your heart shrink. How could you have been so stupid and actually believe that you had a chance? You mentally slapped yourself for even considering that option. You knew that wedding was going to end up breaking your heart, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon.

“Oh” you managed to let out “Yeah, you better avoid them then” you said casually, yet coldly.

Conor, on the other side, wasn’t feeling very well either. He was having fun, he was even enjoying the part where he pretended to be the cute boyfriend who would stick by your side forever. What the hell was wrong with him? When you asked him for his plans on Saturday, he found it difficult to admit he was going on a date with another girl. But…why? It felt so wrong to him, even though it was just another average Tinder date. He felt as if he was betraying you, cheating on you.

Suddenly, he didn’t want to go anymore. He took a good look at your face while you were looking away, eyes lost in the crowd. Since when did you look so beautiful? Because of course you were beautiful, but since when did he even think of you as…more? He shook his head. He was probably confused, yeah.

The sun eventually set, and you found yourselves having a few drinks outside in the moonlight. Almost everyone had left, but you weren’t one to leave a party when there was still alcohol left. And you needed it so very much at that moment.

Ever since Conor’s confession, you had struggled to look at him, let alone keep acting like everything was okay. He stood awkwardly besides you as well, hands on his pockets, waiting for a chance to talk to you. But you always curved him, trying to avoid the impossible.

Because you didn’t want him to know you were jealous, heartbroken. Because after all, you just were his pathetic best friend, whose job was to put on a smile every time he brought girls home and pretend it was all alright.

But moments don’t last forever, and eventually you felt a cold hand on the small of your back “Hey” Conor’s unmistakable whisper sent chills down your spine “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

You turned around, facing him for the first time in two hours. Yet you couldn’t keep eye contact for more than a second “Is everything alright?” He asked you, putting both of his hands back inside his pockets again.

“Sure” you lied, not to convincingly, much to your desperation.

Conor smiled lightly “Sure you’re not, you mean” he said. When he got no response from you, he used his hand to lift your chin so he could take a good look at those eyes. The eyes that had captured him since the very first time he saw them “It’s because of my date on Saturday” he stated, and you immediately knew you were blushing.

“That’s stupid” you lied again “You can go out with whoever you want, why would I be mad about it?” But you didn’t even believe yourself.

You were standing there, in the middle of a beautiful garden, surrounded by people you didn’t really want to be with, in front of someone who was supposed to be your best friend, but you didn’t know anymore.

You looked up at the sky, trying to hold back the tears. Still you could feel Conor’s eyes burning your skin “Y/N” he said, his voice giving you goosebumps on your arms again “Look at me”

His hand travelled to your waist, a gesture he always did when he wanted to get your attention “Y/N” he said again, softer this time “Look at me, princess”

You looked at him this time, unable to resist his sweetness, and feeling stupid again as you did so. Music started playing in the background. There you were, falling for someone who didn’t love you back once more, and falling in even harder, because things were not pathetic enough already.

Conor smiled “May I have this dance?” He asked you, completely out of the blue. You couldn’t suppress a small chuckle as you took his hand and let him guide you to the crowd. You were expecting to have the most awkward and heartbreaking conversation of your life but there you were, dancing with him as if nothing had happened.

You looked around, your mind momentarily dozing off as you looked at the garden around you. It was a truly beautiful night. The music was soft and mellow, and the suave breeze that hit your skin contrasted with the warmth you were feeling from being so close to Conor.

His arms were on your waist, as yours rested around his neck. You noticed that he was looking directly at you again, despite the fact that you were trying so hard not to lock eyes with him. But you weren’t made of stone “What are you looking at?” You laughed, as your eyes finally met Conor’s expecting ones.

“You” he said, matter-o-factly. You rolled your eyes playfully, making him smile as well “Alright, alright” he said, bringing your bodies closer and swinging a little bit more to the music. You could smell his strong cologne from his collar, and you suddenly felt the urge to close your eyes and just fall asleep on his welcoming chest.

“I was just thinking about how beautiful you looked tonight” he confessed, and you thought you had seen him blushing a little. You definitely went red.

“Don’t be silly” you said, but you couldn’t help but smile. You looked down at the small gap between your bodies.

“Hey, it’s true” he said, kissing your temple “I mean, you look beautiful every other day, but today you look especially gorgeous”

You tried to relax, but your heart was beating faster and faster “You don’t need to compliment me, Con. I wasn’t mad at you or anything”

“Then why didn’t you even look at me?”

You shrugged “Doesn’t matter”

“It matters to me” he said, lifting your chin again with his hand. But this time, his fingers remained pressed against your skin, holding your head up as he gazed into your deep eyes “I’m stupid, aren’t I?” He whispered.

You gave him a confused look “Why’d you think that?”

He sighed “Because all this time, I’ve had the girl I loved the most in front of my eyes, and I haven’t realized it until today” he said. Your heart stopped, then started beating faster and faster again as you felt yourself leaning closer to his lips.

When you were just a few millimeters away from his kiss, you paused “How…how can I believe you now, Conor?”

He said nothing. Instead, he cupped your face with his caring hand as you felt his lips on yours. You were taken aback for a moment before you felt his tongue moving inside your mouth, asking for an entrance that you happily conceded. Your hand immediately travelled to the collar of his shirt, then to the back of his head. His fingers on your waist were gently pushing your body closer against his, but you were already getting closer by yourself.

It wasn’t until you pulled away for air that you realized that not only had you been making out with someone in public, but that someone also happened to be your best friend. You licked your lips “I… I believe you now” you said, making him laugh out loud.

“I mean, I just couldn’t get enough from being your fake boyfriend” he smiled “I needed the whole package”

You laughed, happy to see that, for once, your feelings were mutual. You closed the gap between you again, pecking his lips shortly this time. When you pulled away, his eyes were still closed, and his lips were puckered.

“You idiot” you laughed, kissing him again. He smiled into your lips.

“I honestly could get used to this” he said.

You smiled “You better do”

Not Fair

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Sexual teasing? Swearing?

Summary: When Buck promises your friends you’d go out with them, but you want to stay home in bed with him, you decide to tease him for the night.

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Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog


His eyes scan over your exposed thighs once more, his hands on the steering wheel, he shakes his head, sighing. Grinning to yourself you flip down the visor touching up your lipstick in the mirror, you fluff your hair, before flipping the visor up again as Buck pulls into a parking spot outside the bar. He puts the car into park before he looks you over once more before he gets out coming around to your side.

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Prompt list

(Quick note: I have realised that I have repeated some prompts)

1. “She never misses, she never quits, and never loses. If you’re alive, it’s because she wants you alive.”
2. “Because even the sun can envy the stars.”
3. “Cold sunshine fell around him.”
4. “She really couldn’t stand his eyes on her.”
5. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
6. “The truth lodged bitter tasting in his mouth”
7. “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”
8. “She’s missing, not dead.”
9. “I ran in the direction of the scream.
10. “Promise me you’ll stay.”
11. “They were looking at each other with the intensity usually reserved for bomb defusion.”
12. “They couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t scared.”
13. “I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”
14. “If my parents knew what I was doing, they’d kill me.”
15. "I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of a thousand suns, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
16. “His capacity for forgiveness wasn’t infinite.”
17. "I’m sorry, but I can’t trust you anymore.”
18. "All of those people are alive right now because of her.”
19. "Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.”
20. "You were always the quiet one.”
21. "You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine.”
22. "No! I’m tired of doing what you say!”
23. “He was terrified of small spaces and she knew.”
24. “It was the age of screaming.”
25. “There were few things that truly weren’t meant to exist. One of them was…”
26. “They came in a blur of shadows.”
27. "I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”
28. “There were only so many things you could hide from.”
29. Her voice could sink ships.
30. "If you take her eyes, she will be blind. But if you take her heart, she will be empty.”
31. “She was broken in a lot of ways, but there was a brilliance in her that he wanted to know all about.”
32. "I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”
33. “His eyes drooped, his hands wavered, and then there was a scream of metal tearing.”
34. “He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her.”
35. “Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head…”
36. “It was a compelling and convincing argument and for that reason she chose to ignore it.”
37. “He was the picture of health. Which was amazing considering his lifestyle.”
38. “It was as if she didn’t understand the concept of ‘shut up’.”
39. “I believed that nothing could ever replace it. And that belief lasted for forty eight hours.”
40. “The kiss tasted like tears.”
41. "My life is my own to ruin.”
42. "You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
43. "I’d rather carress my asshole with a chainsaw.”
44. “You were saturated sunlight.”
45. “His eyes brimmed with unshed tears but neither of you mentioned it.”
46. “It was already here.”
47. "Just shut up and listen to me!”
48. “You swallowed thickly and looked up.”
49. “Having heard those words before, you suddenly realised their meaning.”
50. “He would never truly admit it, but…”
51. “She stared into the mirror.”
52. “Shh, I promise its all gonna be alright now. I promise.”
53. “He held her for what felt like decades.”
54. “The Sun could never truly divorce the Sky.”
55. “But what would have happened if…”
56. “I know!”
57. “A smile played on his lips.”
58. “T'was wicked.”
59. “Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds.”
60. “Have you done it yet?”
61. “An echoing howl.”
62. “Why cant you just open your eyes and see?!”
63. “Its not right.”
64. “He watched her, never realising that she was watching him.”
65. “Her breathing quickened. He knew what was happening to her.”
66. “Please. Just let me in.”
67. “Sing me a lullaby.”
68. “It cracked and shattered- and with it, so did her heart.”
69. “It just…hurts.”
70. “I laughed and laughed until I couldn’t laugh anymore.”
71. “I cried and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore.”
72. “I did all of this for you. What more could you want?”
73. “Don’t you ever get lonely?”
74. “Gods, you just wanted to drag your nails down his back and tangle your fingers in his hair.”
75. “It was a long time ago, but some people still couldn’t forgive.”
76. “It started without the glamour, without the drama. It started with a smile.”
77. “That was his fourth helping, and I still hadn’t finished my first!”
78. “Where the hell have you been?”
79. “Please just leave me alone…”
80. “It looked like it was getting fun so I decided to join in.”
81. “Oh, come on! It was only the one!”
82. “She fell in love with the tinkle of his laugh and the gleam in his eye.”
83. “Happy ever after? Please.”
84. “Was there ever anything there?”
85. “Gods, he was gorgeous.”
86. “I want to break those glasses with my pelvis.”
87. “The bluest blue to ever freaking blue.”
88. “He wasn’t as tough as they all thought. And she knew it.”
89. “Oh shit.”
90. “You shot me?!”
91. “He didn’t have anyone else, so you always made sure that you were there for him.”
92. “Could you ever truly forgive him?”
93. “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before.”
94. “There was a fine line between being sexually frustrated and sexually furious.”
95. “Fabulosity.”
96. “It was your favourite, and he knew.”
97. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
98. “Don’t you die on me.”
99. “03:18AM. You were in for a long night.”
100. “Wow. Just, wow…”
101.“You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
102.“I saw the devil in his/her eyes”
103.“Where the fuck are we? Cause to me it looks like I’m in Kidnapped, USA.”
104.“Steak-out? More like virgin social club.”
105.“I like this bed sheet.” “It doesn’t matter for me, you take all of the blankets and mattress space anyway.”
106.“Did you just lick the side of my face?” “I claimed you.”
107."I like your face.”
108.“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
109.“Please, don’t leave.”
110.“I almost lost you.”
111.“Don’t you ever do that again!”
112.“I think we need to talk.”
113.“I can’t believe I ever trusted you!
114.“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
115.“It could be worse.”
116.“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
117.“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
118.“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
119.“You lied to me.”
120.“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
121.“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
122.“He’s coming back for you. You need to get out.”
123.“I hope you’ll understand.”
124.“What do you mean he/she’s dead?!”
125.“Stop trying to protect me! All you’ve done is hurt me!”
126.“You tricked me into falling in love with you!”
127.“Don’t fucking touch me!”
128.“You did this for me?”
129.“You can’t protect me.”
130.“Go then, leave! See if I care!”
131.“Why are you up so early?”
132.“Please, take me instead!”
133.“Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”
134.“Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”
135.“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
136.“I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”
137.“You can’t break my heart like this!”
138.“I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”
139.“Run, and don’t ever look back.”
140.“Please, don’t give up on me.”
141.“When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”
142.“I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.”
143.“Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”
144.“Who gave you that black eye?!”
145.“After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”
146.“I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”
147"What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”
148.“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”
149.“It reminded me of you.”
150.“No, no, it’s my treat.”
151.“Come here. Let me fix it.”
152.“I’ll walk you home.”
153.“Have a good day at work.”
154.“I dreamt about you last night.”
155.“Take my seat.”
156.“I saved a piece for you.”
157.“I’m sorry for your loss.”
158.“You can have half.”
159.“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
160.“Sorry I’m late.”
161.“Can I have this dance?”
162.“I made your favourite.”
163.“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
164.“Watch your step.”
165.“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
166.“Can I hold your hand?”
167.“You can borrow mine.”
168.“You might like this.”
169.“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”
170.“I’ll wait.”
171.“Just because.”
172.“Look both ways.”
173.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.“
174.“Try some.”
175.“Drive safely.”
176.“Well, what do you want to do?”
177.“One more chapter.”
178.“Don’t worry about me.”
179.“It looks good on you.”
180.“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
181.“That’s okay, I bought two.”
182.“After you.”
183.“We’ll figure it out.”
184.“Can I kiss you?”
185.“I like your laugh.”
186.“Don’t cry.”
187.“I made this for you.”
188.“Go back to sleep.”
189.“Is this okay?”
190.“I picked these for you.”
191.“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
192.“What do you want to watch?”
193.“You can go first.”
194.“Did you get my letter?”
195.“I’ll do it for you.”
196.“Call me when you get home.”
197.“I think you’re beautiful.”
198.“Are you sure?”
199.“Have fun.”
200.“Sit down, I’ll get it.”
201.“I made reservations.”
202.“I don’t mind.”
203.“It brings out your eyes.”
204.“There is enough room for both of us.”
205.“You don’t have to say anything.”
206.“Wow.”
207.“Happy birthday.”
208.“I’ll pick it up after work.”
209.“It can wait until tomorrow.”
210.“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
211.“It’s two sugars, right?”
212.“I’ll help you study.”
213.“Stay over.”
214.“I did the dishes.”
215.“You didn’t have to ask.”
216.“I bought you a ticket.”
217.“You’re warm.”
218.“No reason.”
219.“I’ll meet you halfway.”
220.“Take mine.”
221.“We can share.”
222.“I was just thinking about you.”
223.“I want you to have this.”
224.“Call me if you need anything.”
225.“Do you want to come too?”
226.“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
227.“Is your seat belt on?”
228.“Sweet dreams.”
229.“I was in the neighborhood.”
230.“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
231.“The key is under the mat.”
232.“It doesn’t bother me.”
233.“You’re important too.”
234.“I saved you a seat.”
235.“I’ll see you later.”
236.“I noticed.”
237.“You can tell me anything.”
238.“I hope you like it.”
239.“I want you to be happy.”
240.“I believe in you.”
241.“You can do it.”
242.“Good luck.”
243.“I brought you an umbrella.”
244.“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
245.“Take a deep breath.”
246.“Be careful.”
247.“I love you.”
248.“I just wanted to make you happy.”
249.“I don’t trust you”
250.“Come with me.”
251.“Do I make you happy?”
252.“You hide it with jokes and sarcasm but I can see how broken you are.”
253.“Can I borrow a shirt to wear?”
254.“I needed someone and… you were the only one I thought of.”
255.“It’s 3am!”
256.“You forgot my birthday?!”
257.“Let me in.”
258.“I need you.”
259.“You can fix this, right?”
260.“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you!”
261.“You look like you’re about to cry. What’s happened?”
262.“I’m scared.”
263.“You’re alive?”
264.“Stay awake.”
265.“You can’t say things like that… Not anymore.”
266.“Let me help you.”
267.“I was so alone… and then I met you.”
268.“You’re an idiot.”
269.“Let’s just lay here a little longer.”
270.“Come here.”
271.“You look at yourself and see nothing but when I look at you… I see everything.”
272.“Just, trust me, okay?”
273.“I can’t promise anything.”
274.“I miss you.”
275.“Why did I ever think talking to you was a good idea?!”
276.“What’s happening to us?”
277.“Can we just go for a drive or something? Like we used to?”
278.“What does it feel like; love?”
279.“I’m not good with words.”
280.“You’re hurt.”
281.“Stop trying to be the hero all the time and just be you.”
282.“That’s why I love you.”
283."You couldn’t save him/her.“
284."I want to hate you, I do, but god, I can’t hate you; not even a little bit. Not even at all.”
285.“Don’t you say that… not you.”
286.“I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.”
287.“Make me.”
288.“Is that my shirt?”
289.“If you walk out that door… don’t you ever come back.”
290.“Don’t you die on me.”
291.“Please… just leave me alone.“
292.“I can’t keep fighting like this.”
293.“I need you.“
294.“Where were you when I needed you?”
295.“Will you just shut up for a minute and let me think?!”
296.“I just want you to be happy.”
297.“It’s time to say goodbye.“
298.“Please…stay…”
299.“I don’t want to hurt you.”
300.“Just shut up and kiss me.“
301.“Ignore me, I didn’t see anything.”
302.“I wish I could stop loving you.“
303.“I’m scared.”
304.“I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me.“
305.“You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?”
306.“I can’t do this without you.”
307.“Love is stupid.“
308.“I trusted you.”
309.“No, please don’t!”
310.“I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed!”
311.“I’m with you okay? Always.“
312.“I thought you loved me.”
313.“I told you this would happen.“
314.“What? You think you’re the only one suffering?”
315.“You’re alive?!”
316.“Don’t you try and pin this on me!”
317.“Why are you like this?”
318.“If you really love me, you’ll let me go.”
319.“Why are you looking at me like that?“
320.“I hate you”
321.“Because I love you god damn it!”
322.“Oh well good for you”
323.“I’m not gonna keep having this conversation”
324.“I could hold you forever.
325.“Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.
326.“This is hard for me too!“
327.“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
328.“Close your eyes.“
329.“Will you marry me?”
330.“I’m in love…shit.”
331.“Go on, I dare you!“
332.“Kiss me.”
333.“I’d rather die.”
334.“Please… I need you.“
335.“Mom says if you blow up the house she’s gonna put you for adoption.”
336.“I don’t have a licences to kill. I have a learner’s permit.”
337.“I didn’t do it…. Oh wait that? … Oh, that I did do.”
338.“You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”
339.“Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
340.“Are you always this stupid, or is this a special occasion?”
341.“You gotta stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “Things that make me wanna kiss you.”
342.“Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”
343.“Why are they all afraid of you?”
344.“Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”
345.“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”
346.“Oh my god, you’re in love!”
347.“Can I kill him?” “No…” “Just a little bit?”
348.“Technically it wasn’t on fire.” “Of course it wasn’t on fire! you completely blew it up!”
349.“Hand over the girl!” “Not gonna happen.”
350.“This is why we can’t have nice things!”
351.“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?”
352.“Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Don’t care, Shut up.”
353.“This weather is almost as cold as my heart.”
354.“Well ‘scuse me, your Grand High Fluffiness.”
355.“So you’re the guy who saved my life?”
356.“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
357.“When is a monster not a monster?” “When you love it.”
358.“You know they’re gonna use the things you love against you.”
359.“Where is he!” “My lady…” “Answer me!”
360.“Wanting McDonald’s is not an emergency.” “Sure it is.”
361.“Did I say you could make me have feelings for you?”
362.“I love you.”
363.“Don’t leave me,”
364.“Fuck it.”
365.“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…fall in love with me.”
366.“When I said ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night.’ I didn’t mean this.”
367.“You know…that’s not what an apology sounds like.”
368.“I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”
369.“I am under no obligation to make sense to you.”
370.“I taught you how to pick locks, and this is how you use that skill?”
371.“There are only so many times I can watch you break before I start to crack.”
372.“We wouldn’t be having this
conversation if you had just listened.”
373.“We need to talk about your life choices.”
374.“Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”
375.“I’m sure that sounded different in your head, but please never say that again.”
376.“Well, if you had woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times.”
377.“We shouldn’t be here.”
378.“I think I broke him.”
379.“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.”
380.“All I know is, one of us is right, the other is you.”
381.“Don’t. Move.”
382.“I will be the first to tell you I’m a terrible liar.”
383.“So why did I have to punch that guy?”
384.“You’ve got to stop saying that.”
385.“You just give off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at.”
386.“You’re lucky you’re cute…”
387.“Are you always like this or is today a special occasion?”
388.“Oh, so you’re on their side now?”
389.“If someone gets nosy, just shoot ‘em.” “Shoot them?” “Politely.”
390.“Can I ask a dumb question?”
“Better than anyone I know.”
391.“Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Don’t care. Shut up.”
392.“How long have you been standing there?”
“Longer than you’d like.”
393.“Do you even know how to drive this thing?!”
“Considering the fact that I almost flew us into that building, I’m going to assume you know the answer.”
394.“This is bad.”
“You said that already.”
“It seemed worth repeating.”
395.“You’re really drunk right now.”
“No I’m not, you’re just blurry.”
396.“Come here.”
“Why?”
“Just come here.”
“No. You’re gonna hit me.”
397.“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?”
“Not until four.”
398.“Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
“It’s a jail cell.”
“I was being sarcastic.”
399.“You don’t have to do this.”
“I wish that were true.”
400.“What now?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d get this far.”
401.“You look…”
“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”
402.“You’ve gotta stop doing that.”
“What?”
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
403.“When did you become so smart, oh wise one?”
“Since I stopped listening to you.”
404.“I thought you forgot about me.”
“Never.”
405.“Give it to me.”
“Only if you promise not to kill anyone with it.”
406.“Do you trust me?”
“No.”
407.“You’re smarter than you look.”
408.“I think I’m dying. Well, actually, I don’t know if I’m dying, but I can’t exactly feel my legs.”
409.“I’ll do anything- literally anything- if you would just would let me use it.”
410.“…. What the hell happened here?”
411.“Where did all of these puppies come from?”
412.“I love you more than food. And trust me, I love food.”
413.“Do not throw me into the lake, fuck y-”
414.“I love you to the moon and back, actually, if we were being realistic, it’d be to the next galaxy and back.”
415.“Stop talking- more shots.”
416.“Where did you put my clothes?”
417.“Maybe you should try understanding? You don’t have it the way I do.”
418.“I think I love you, of course it just could be the sedatives talking, but I’m pretty sure.”
419.“Get out.”
420.“You’re mine, and only mine. In the least objectifying sense of the phrase, of course.”
421.“When I said ‘dare’, that was not one of the things I agreed to!”
422.“I hate that I love you.”
423.“Who said anything about kids?!”
424.“Didn’t think you liked to sing in the shower.”
425.“At night, if you’re not in my bed, it feels so empty. In fact, when you’re not here, my life feels incomplete.”
426.“Does it hurt?”
427“Do you really expect me to believe that?”
428“Oh, wow, aren’t you quite the charmer?”
429.“Move!”
430.“Well I guess it’s time to go make a scene.”

Sexting [smut]

Requested- Shawn and you sext and it gets really dirty with pictures and videos. (Y stands for “you”, S is for Shawn.)
__________

Shawn was currently gone on tour, and he’s been on the road for one month now. So far, all we’ve done is Skype. But tonight, I wanted to do something special.

Y - Shawn?

I waited a minute for his response.

S - hey, baby girl.

Y - Shawwwwnnnn.

Immediately, he typed back.

S - don’t do this to me right now kitten. Daddy’s in a hotel with his manager in the other room.

Y - please, daddy? I need you…

A smirk left my lips as I could see he was typing.

S - what do you want from daddy?

Y - I want daddy to bend me over his lap and spank me like the dirty slut that I am.

S - fuck.

Y - I want you to fuck me from behind

Y - and pull my hair

Y - and call me your dirty little slut

S - shit…

S - don’t tease daddy like this, kitten. Daddy doesn’t like being teased like this.

Y - I want to blow you like I did in the back of the limo. When I left lipstick stains on your cock.

S - when I see you next week, daddy’s going to punish you.

Y - what would daddy do if I touched myself?

S - daddy would be angry. You wouldn’t want him angry again at his little angel touching herself without daddy’s permission.

I got up from the bed and walked towards the full length mirror on the back of my door and kneeled down in front of it. I went to Camera and unbuttoned the flannel shirt belonging to Shawn. Once it was fully unbuttoned, I adjusted the shirt to show that I wasn’t wearing a bra. Then I took a picture and sent it to Shawn.

S - kitten…

Y - did you like that photo, Shawn?

S - very much, y/n.

Y - do you want more?

S - more than anything, baby girl.

Y - I need daddy to send me photos to get some …

I see that he begins to type.

S - you want to see what you’re doing to daddy?

Y - yes, daddy.

Shawn sends back a photo of his prominent erection clothed by his black briefs.

Y - daddy, would you want another picture?

S - send it to me, baby girl.

I take off the flannel shirt and lie down on my back. I go to the camera on the phone and adjust it so it shows my lips and my bare breast. I snap the photo and send it to Shawn. Then, to tease him, I take a video. I sexually place my finger in my mouth, sucking on it as if it were Shawn. I flutter my eyes shut and hallow my cheeks, popping my finger out and licking my lips. “This is how I would blow you if you were here.”

Send.

S - you fucking tease.

I smirk and sit in a new position. My left side of my body is to the mirror; I drape my hair down my right shoulder and arch my back, popping out my blue lace covered ass. I snap a picture and send it to Shawn.

He types back instantly.

S - baby, the things I’d do to you if I were there…

Y - daddy, I need you.

Shawn sends back a photo of his hard cock in his hand, pre-cum shown in the picture.

Y - send me a video, master.

Almost a minute later, Shawn sends me a video of his hand slowly pumping his hard length up and down. I can hear him grunting, moaning my name as he masturbates to the thought of me. “Fuck, kitten,” he groans. I see him start to twist his hand around and pump faster, mimicking my motions when I jerk him off. Seeing his load shoot out and fall into his hand makes me wish I were there to lick it all up and ride him. But I can’t.

I go to the bed and lie down, only to start a video. My right hand travels down my panties and I start to hum to myself, pretend it’s Shawn’s fingers inside me instead of mine. I clench my eyes shut and I start to scratch at my clit lightly with my index finger while I swirl around my middle finger and pinky inside my walls. “Daddy,” I whisper. “Daddy…” I imagine Shawn’s sweaty body over mine, fucking me hard and dirty like he always does whenever I’ve been a bad girl. “Shawn.” I start to rub my clit faster, thinking of Shawn the entire time. Thinking of his hot tongue flicking and licking my clitoris. “Daddy…” I orgasm onto my fingers and moan Shawn’s name out loud and long. I finish the video and send it to Shawn.

Immediately he responds.

S - who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?

S - that’s it

S - I’m buying you a ticket out to the next stop.

S - you’re gonna be punished like the dirty slut you are, baby girl 😈

Y - thank you, daddy 💘

I smile. My work here is done.

Unfinished Business: Part of the “Undercover Swing” saga

Author: @2momsmakearight

Rating: NC17 - MSR, Scully/ OFC

Notes: A huge thank you to my little squad of fabulous ladies @storybycorey @piecesofscully and @kateyes224 for listening to me bitch about this fic for a week. It was SUPPOSED to be a drabble. 6800 words later…

Summary: “There are unspoken words between the four of us, unresolved sexual tension that hasn’t had a chance to come to fruition. I can feel the heat from her body as we sit inches from each other, and my stomach tightens every time she shifts in her seat, brushing her thigh against mine.” 



I don’t know how anyone can live in this god-forsaken city. If it’s not the humidity in the summer, it’s the crippling cold of the winter. But work is work. It’s a rare opportunity when the both of us get a chance to leave on business to the same city at the same time, so we thought we might as well make the most of it and get away from the desert, see the sights of the nation’s capitol as the leaves begin to change…  

The energy of the city is appealing, and the collective intelligence hums in the air, far different than the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas where the only things that hum are the lights on Fremont, or the fifty dollar hooker on Las Vegas Blvd.

Rod chose the bar. Said it was highly recommended by some pubescent junior staffer, and god knows that if anyone knows how to drink in D.C. it would be the underpaid, undervalued junior staffers of bloated, gregarious congressmen. My husband’s bulky, dark frame stands out among the lanky, pale men in suits who are huddled together, boisterously arguing the day’s happenings on the Hill while ignoring the football game that plays in the background.  Evidently, the Senate finance bill is far more appealing than college ball.

“You want a glass of wine, or a cocktail?” he practically yells at me me as I scoot into my side of the small booth.

“Gin and tonic.” I say, smiling up at him.

His white teeth gleam as his lips curl into a wry grin.

“Extra lime?” he asks. I smile and nod.

He turns, and weaves his way through the crowded bar, leaving me to people watch as I wait for my drink. So many black suits, so many men. The testosterone would be stifling if the current of cigarette smoke wasn’t already heady enough to choke me. But like a scene out of a 1940’s movie, the smoky clouds suddenly part, and a hint of red stands out amongst the monochromatic tones of the bar, drawing my eye like a beacon.

I follow the back of her head as she walks across the room, expertly moving; edging in and out of the web of bodies. Awareness prickles at the back of my neck, and I squint my eyes to focus on her profile. Those angular features, the silhouette of her face…

There’s no way.

It can’t be her.

It’s been three months. Three months since I’ve seen her. When I first met Holly and Paul, they were scared virgins of the lifestyle, timid in their sexual expressions and desires, but a fire burned behind their eyes. There was a curiosity that lurked there, especially in her.

I remember her reserved persona, her nervous eyes and trembling hands when we met in the kitchen on that first night. But I also remember the way her skin glowed pink as arousal washed over her, and how she moved on the sybian, finally relishing in her innate sensuality.

Warmth floods through my belly just remembering it:  the sun-kissed freckles on her shoulders; the way her nipples puckered her bikini top, like little gum drops just waiting to get the sugar licked off; the quiver of her thighs against the rapid pulse of the machine; the gap of her bikini bottoms as she moved on top of the saddle, a tantalizing game of peek-a-boo with glimpses of pink flesh as her hips rocked back and forth.

Fuck…

I suddenly have a craving for sugar-coated gum drops.

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Little Love~ A Larry Stylinson One Shot

Harry loves Louis

Louis hates himself

Harry doesn’t notice until it’s too late

(OR the one where Harry and Louis are together but Louis begins acting different. There’s a break up, a make up, anorexia, and a very stupid Harry who leaves at the exact time Louis needed him most.

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I was prompted:

thebraverybirds asked:

“Hiii I just read your sweaters os and its so cute omigod but could you do one where louis’ little body cant handle all the stress of tour and he collapses and harrys freaking out and just really fluffy?? Please and thank youuuu(((:”

~I changed it a bit so there could be an entire plot and story but I included the base of your prompt so please don’t hate me it’s basically what you wanted plus more!

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No one notices. Which is strange, because usually when the loudest person is gone, the quiet people are left in the silence, and that’s all they notice. The silence. So when Louis has a shift in behavior, you’d think there would be a panic, or an intervention. But no. No one notices, and the fact that no one notices him was part of the problem in the first place.

-

It’s like falling asleep, slowly, then all at once. Louis is bubbly, loud, funny, energetic. Bouncing off the walls, running around, acting like a four year old with ADD. He is himself, the way his boyfriend, Harry, loves him. It’s almost over night when he changed. He’s sad. He’s tired. He’s irritated easily and cranky. He feels stressed out and is way too overworked by management.

“You’re going here with Eleanor tomorrow,” they’d say.

“Alright,” he’d say.

“And here tomorrow, and here the next day, and here the day after that,” they’d continue, always pushing the buttons, waiting to see where he would pop.

And that’s fairly overwhelming on it’s own, but when they try to control every aspect of your life, it can get too much.

Harry is part of the problem. He’s a kid, honestly he is. He says whatever he wants without thinking of consequences, and one day, Louis is venting about management. They are about to leave for the second wing of their take me home tour.

“They want me to stop going on twitter so much,” Louis sighs.

“That’s fine. Spend more time with me” Harry says light hearted, kissing the side of Louis’ face. Harry is laying on the couch. Louis is secured in his arms, his hands clasped over Louis’ tummy, rubbing circles on Louis’ stomach. His fingers slide under Louis’ white tee shirt. Louis shivers at the cold touch of Harry’s finger tips touching his skin. Harry whispers, “shh” in his ear and continues to rub the skin.

“They also want me to lose weight.”

“Why? You’re proper fit.”

“They don’t care. Said my stomach has to go.”

“Why? I like that your stomach isn’t flat.”

Louis tenses at that, because now his mind is racing. Is he really fat? Even Harry thinks his stomach is flabby apparently. Then, Harry is pulling and pinching Louis’ stomach fat, as if to prove his point that no, Louis stomach is not flat at all.

That’s where it all really starts.

-

“Do you want to go out to eat with me?” Harry asks one night. They’re in their shared hotel room. It’s a week after Harry’s off hand comment, and Louis hasn’t been eating. He’s eating a few crackers here and there, and some tea with no sugar, but other then that he’s on a strict diet. The ‘eat nothing at all until you’re good enough for your overly fit and beautiful and simply perfect boyfriend’ diet (as he likes to call it).

“I don’t really feel up to that tonight,” Louis shrugs, looking down at Harry. Harry is laying horizontal on the bed, his head in Louis’ lap while Louis runs his hand through Harry’s curls.

“Alright love. What do you want to do?”

“Sleep?” Louis suggested.

“Are you tired?”

And yes, he is. Louis has felt extremely tired for the past few days. Dancing around on stage is a lot of cardio when you have no fuel in your system. Louis knows he needs to start eating a little bit more, to prevent the dizziness in his head when he’s singing and running around all night. He’s trying his best to stay the same crazy, fun, Louis Tomlinson.

But he’s not sure how much longer he can keep up the happy act.

“I’m not really tired, I just am in a cuddly mood,” Louis lied.

“Want me to rub your tummy?”

Harry sits up and pulls Louis into his arms. It’s easy, because even though in Louis’ mind he’s huge, he’s realistically tiny. He’s easily pulled around and picked up.

Louis panic, “No don’t!”

“Why not? You love it when I rub your tummy.”

“Because I said no Harry!” Louis snaps.

Harry loosens his arms around Louis’ waist and allowed Louis to pull himself away. All Louis can think about is the feeling of Harry’s hands on his stomach, even if the fabric of his shirt was preventing any skin on skin contact. He felt disgusting and sucked in his stomach. Harry couldn’t tell, but it made Louis feel much better to know that his tummy was caved in.

“Are you okay?” Harry says after a while.

“I’m just fine. Could you maybe go get us some dinner from the restaurant in the lobby? Let’s just have a night in and cuddle and eat and watch a film, okay?” Louis offered. He hated the pained look in Harry’s eyes and wanted to tell him everything.

It’s not you. It’s me.

You’re perfect, it’s my fault I’m so fat.

I’m doing you a favor.

You don’t want to touch my flab anyways, trust me.

But Louis keeps his mouth shut and Harry nods, getting off the bed. He leans over the side and slots his mouth against Louis’, kissing him slowly for a moment. Louis grabbed Harry’s cheeks in his hands and kissed him back softly before Harry pulled away.

“I’ll go get us some food,” Harry smiled, happy as always.

Harry left the room, and Louis went into the bathroom. After a long while of staring at his naked body in the mirror, Louis leaned over the toilet, forced a finger down his throat, and forced himself to throw up for the very first time..

It would be the first time of many.

-

The next day, the very moment the bus pulls up at the Larry Stylinson residence, Louis and Harry get out. Louis is only on his feet for seconds however, before Harry picks him up and throws him over his shoulder. Louis squeals and giggles at the sudden surprise, but then grows wary as Harry carries him to the door. He worries about how hard it must be for Harry to be holding him.

“Love, set me down if I weigh too much,” Louis suggested.

“You don’t. You’re tiny,” Harry giggled, opening the door and setting Harry down on the couch. Harry crawled on top of Louis and began ravishing Louis. Harry pecked kisses all over his neck and face, hands running up and down Louis’s sides.

“Harry-” Louis started but was cut off by Harry’s forceful lips on his.

“I’m so happy we’re home. A week in hotels is the worst. I can barely control myself around you,” Harry smirked, setting his hand on Louis’ crotch and palming Louis through his jeans. Louis let a little sigh escape before gently pushing on Harry’s chest.

He knew this conflict was coming. It had been more then ten days without sex. Harry was a horny teenager who always wanted Louis’ attention (sexual and otherwise).

“Babe I’m too tired tonight,” Louis shivered.

“It’s been over a week,” Harry whined.

“Harry come on.”

Harry just pouted and attached his lips to Louis’ pulse point, sucking a bruise onto it. Louis gasped at the sensitivity he had there on his pressure point. Louis bit on his lip, trying to sustain his moans, hoping Harry would stop if he really thought Louis wasn’t interested.

Harry grabbed the hem of Louis’ tee shirt and that was when Louis had to stop it.

“Harry I said no,” Louis snapped.

“Louis, why?” Harry looked confused and sad.

“I just don’t want to.”

“You’re tired?”

“Sure.”

“Okay then. Fine.”

Harry crawled off of Louis and stormed upstairs, like a child who hadn’t gotten his way. Louis sighed and secured his shirt, making sure it covered his stomach. Louis laid still for a minute, because even though he and Harry had has sex multiple times, he suddenly felt like a blushing virgin all over again. He was nervous about his body, which was a strange quality in him because he is usually glowing and confident.

Louis knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Harry loved him, and that Harry would never think he was fat. His better judgement lost (yet again) though to his insecurities. Louis got up slowly. The new pattern of eating and then throwing up was effecting his body in a bad way. Louis constantly felt dizzy and had headaches. He slowly began walking to the stairs, leaning on the railing as he walked up to find Harry.

“Harry? I really can’t believe you’re mad at me for this.”

Harry was laying on his side, facing away from Louis.

“You seemed just fine in the car,” Harry said.

“So what? I’m entitled to say no!” Louis yelled, getting into bed.

“I know. You just did,” Harry scoffed.

“Stop being an arsehole.”

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?”

“You know what Harry? If my opinion doesn’t matter then just come over here and fucking rape me!” Louis screamed.

After a moment of silence, Louis turned off the light, and Harry mumbled an apology. Louis ignored him, pretending not to hear and turned onto his side. The two boyfriends were now facing opposite directions, backs to each other when usually they would be clingy and limbs would be entwined.

It would be the first of many future fights.

-

Louis stumbled into the house, yawning. It was a little after nine pm and he had just been out with Eleanor.

“Harry?” He called.

They hadn’t been on good terms recently. Louis was refusing sex, on top of his anorexic and bulimic tendencies, he’s just simply felt like shit lately. He wasn’t in the mood for cuddling or light conversation. Harry, on the other hand, was same as always. He could tell something was off about their relationship, but he didn’t realize Louis was what was wrong. Louis was off balance, and that was putting Harry off balance as well.

“I’m in the kitchen baby,” Harry called.

Louis kicked off his shoes and headed into the kitchen, biting his lip at the site of Harry. Harry was in a suit and tie, sitting at one end of the table. There were candles in the center of the table and two plates, which had lobster and potatoes on it. Louis gasped and looked at Harry.

“Harry..baby I..” “

No. Shush. Sit down. Eat. We haven’t done anything together in so long. I miss you.”

“Harry…” Louis sat down and stared at the food. He felt tears in his eyes. He was exhausted from being out with Eleanor. The last thing he wanted to worry about tonight was purging. “I’m not hungry love.”

“You’re never hungry anymore! You never want to eat with me! Or do anything with me!” Harry screamed, throwing his napkin onto the table.

“That’s not true!” Louis yelled back.

“I set this whole thing up for you! For us! And you can’t just sit down and shut up and pretend you still enjoy spending time with me?”

“Harry that’s bullshit! You’re my favorite person in the world! I want to be with you every day forever!”

“You keep pushing me away!”

“Stop smothering me!”

“I’m not! Slaving over a stove and cooking a fancy dinner for my boyfriend of three years counts as smothering? Well I’m so fuckin sorry Louis!”

“Harry stop,” Louis cried, walking over to Louis and reaching out for his arm. Louis had tears on his cheeks as Harry flinched away from Louis. “Don’t,” was all Harry said.

Louis stood still. Inches from Hardy, yet so far away.

“I think I need some time alone,” Harry whispered.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I need a break. From this.”

“From me?”

“From us.” “

I’ll leave.”

“Louis no.”

“Yeah. I..I can’t stay here if you’re not going to be here. This is your flat anyways. Ill go.”

Louis turned around with tears on his face, leaving Harry in the kitchen while he grabbed a few shirts and other clothing articles (he may or may not have grabbed one of Harry sweaters on “accident”). On his way out, Louis saw Harry cleaning up in the kitchen, as if nothing even happened.

“I love you,” Louis sobbed.

When he got no response, he left.

-

Louis cried himself to sleep at Liam’s house after locking himself on Liam’s hugs bathroom and throwing up until there was nothing left. After about an hour of dry heaving, sobbing and willing himself to throw up more,

Louis collapsed on the floor. Liam came in, flushed the toilet and helped Louis up, helping him to bed.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Liam whispered.

“It’s not,” Louis cried. After an hour of begging, Liam finally got up, giving in and went to the bag Louis had brought with him. He searched through it, pulling out the big red sweater (Harry’s sweater) and giving it to Louis.

Louis fell asleep almost instantly, cuddling himself between Liam and the headboard, clutching the hoodie in his arms.

He was haunted with nightmares all night long.

-

It took hours to get Louis up the next morning. Liam rubbed his back and kissed his forehead, gently coaxing him up. The moment Louis realized he was with Liam and not Harry, he began to sob. He just rolled over in bed and fought against Liam’s grip, refusing to get up. Finally, Liam gave up and just tried to get Louis to tell him what happened between him and Harry. This only made him cry more.

By the time Louis was out of bed, he didn’t have energy or time to get dressed. The van pulled up at Liam’s house and Liam swung an arm gently around Louis’ shoulders. They loaded into the van by the other boys. Louis sat quietly in the back, leaning his head on Niall’s shoulder. His fringe was in his eyes and his hair was all over the place in general. He was still wearing Harry’s red sweater and a pair of black sweat pants. He looked as if he had just gotten out of bed (which, he did).

“You alright mate?” Niall asked.

“Yeah,” Louis mumbled, voice scratchy. He hadn’t talked all day, and the only time he had used his voice was crying or whimpering in Liam’s arms.

Harry was acting as if nothing had happened at all, joking around with Zayn, Niall, and Liam as usual. Liam seemed wary, watching the way Louis still looked broken and Harry looked better then he had in a few weeks. He was glowing, radiant like the sun. His hair looked bouncy and his eyes were shining. 

Of course, this only convinced Louis even more how much better Harry was without him. 

The moment they arrived at the voice check, Louis jumped out of the car and ran to the bathroom, dry heaving what he could. He ended up spitting up a bit of water, but other then that, he had no solid food in his stomach to throw up. 

There was a knock on the door but Louis ignored it. He lifted his shirt and looked at his stomach. After nearly a month now of purging and sustaining from eating, he had lost a significant amount of weight. His ribs were beginning to come off as defined, you could see the outline of them. Louis grabbed the skin of his stomach and pulled on it, crying at the sight. In his eyes he was still fat. He wasn’t good enough for Harry. He wasn’t good enough for management. Or the fans. Or the band. 

He was so many things. Ugly. Stupid. Fat. Untalented. A bad boyfriend.

Harry was all the opposite. He was perfect. He deserved more.

By the time Louis exited the bathroom, he had come to terms with the fact that Harry was better off without him. He gurgled some water in his throat from the fountain outside the restrooms (spitting it back out, of course. He couldn’t drink something right after trying so hard to empty his stomach). He thought he had accepted that him and Harry were over, and this would be for the best.

Which is why it shouldn’t have hurt so bad to see Harry had moved on already.

And yet, it still stung like a knife when Louis saw Harry and Josh snogging.

-

“Louis wait!”

Louis ran into the dressing room, ignoring Harry. Louis sank to the floor and cried until he fell asleep against the wall. 

When he woke up again it was Niall, hugging him tightly and whispering how sorry he was. Louis just shook his head, incoherently mumbling over and over that he deserved it because he wasn’t good enough for Harry.

Niall didn’t agree at all.

And then Louis realized how badly he needed help.

“Niall. I’ve been doing something bad.”

“I know. Liam heard you in the bathroom.”

-

They did sound check as usual, Harry kept trying to come close to Louis, hoping to whisper him his explanation. Louis just kept his distance, and Liam and Niall helped him. They shot Harry warning eyes, kept their hands or arms on Louis’ shoulder, waist, and neck. Louis blushed red when Josh walked past him. Louis looked at Josh and then, for the first time, Louis turned and looked at Harry, dead in the eye.

“I hate you,” Louis cried into the microphone, so the entire room could hear. But it was meant for one person, and Harry knew it.

Louis threw the microphone on the floor and ran into his dressing room. Sitting numbly while the team picked out his clothes, then silently allowing Lou to do his hair, avoiding eye contact and keeping his head down while she worked. He heard Harry outside the dressing room.

“No. Niall let me go. Louis! Louis please! You don’t understand!”

There was a struggle, and a few more knocks on the door before silence. Louis thanked Lou and then she left the room silently, understanding he needed time. Harry and Louis had never been in a fought before, especially not under such drastic circumstances. 

Liam came in and found Louis rubbing his stomach, pinching the places he believed needed less skin. 

“Oh Louis..” Liam sighed.

“I hate myself,” Louis cried, rubbing his eyes.

“Don’t say that.”

Liam walked over to Louis and hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, “Harry told us that he was venting to Josh about how he thought he had lost you, and Josh confessed that he had had a crush on Harry for a long time,” Liam explained gently, rubbing Louis’ back, “and before Harry could say anything, Josh grabbed his face and started snogging him. You saw it before Harry could pull away. Louis, Harry loved you. Not Josh.”

“How do you know he wasn’t lying?”

“Because I know Harry loves you.”

“You can’t be sure of that.”

“Louis. You know it too. You know he does. And you need help. What you’re doing to yourself is not okay.”

“Please don’t tell Harry.”

“I won’t.”

“Thank you,” Louis cried.

“I won’t because you need to tell him yourself.”

-

The concert that night was strange. The boys weren’t interacting as usual, and no one was quite enjoying themselves.

Louis felt as dizzy as ever, and had to sit down at the edge of the stairs in the middle because he just couldn’t stand anymore. He was stressed out and simply exhausted. Not to mention his stomach was killing him and his head felt fuzzy. His little body wasn’t used to putting so much effort into simply surviving.

Management motioned for Louis to stand back up, so he did, wanting to please them. Wanting to please the fans.

But then Louis saw nothing but a line of lights, and he felt all entirely too hot in his clothes. Louis felt his knees buckle and knew he hit the floor, but he couldn’t feel his body hitting the floor. His eyes slipped shut and he lied limp in the middle of the stage.

The fans screamed in horror and Liam, Zayn, and Niall froze, watching the scene, unsure of what was happening. Harry went on impulse, running to Louis. Harry scooped Louis’ small, frail body up in his arms and realized how light he was now. Harry shook him gently and peppered kisses all over his face, not even caring that the entire world was watching right now. “Louis please. God Louis please be okay. I love you, I only love you. It’s always been you. You’re my baby boy. Please. Please God be okay Lou,” Harry sobbed, clutching Louis tightly to his chest, praying silently for Louis to be alive.

The paramedics had to literally pull Louis away from Harry, while Harry screamed and struggled against Niall and Zayn’s grip, trying to get to Louis. 

“What happened?” Harry sobbed.

“Harry, Louis has a problem,” Liam whispered.

“What does that mean? What problem?” Harry cried into Niall’s arms.

“Harry, Louis’ been starving himself.”

-

In the hospital, Louis woke up terrified, there was an IV in his hand and blankets up to his chin. Louis made a soft whimper and opened his eyes. Harry was laying next to him in the hospital bed. (The doctors told him it wasn’t allowed but Harry’s only response was, “I’m not letting him wake up without me.”).

“Hi love,” Harry whispered.

“Haz,” Louis shuddered, his lip quivering.

“No no, don’t cry,” Harry hushed. Harry had one arm secure around Harry’s chest and the other hand was rubbing Louis’ tummy softly. Louis tried to flinch away but Harry held him tightly, “Louis. You’re so perfect to me. God Louis. You scared me so much. I’m so sorry I didn’t notice before.”

“Not your fault,” Louis whispered.

“No. It is my fault. I should have noticed something was off about you. I should have figured out something was wrong and stuck by you. Instead I left you and I hurt you…Louis…that kiss wasn’t me. It was Josh. It was all him. I would never kiss him baby, he kissed me,” Harry said softly against Louis’ temple, his voice was soothing and quiet.

“You don’t love Josh?” Louis whimpered helplessly.

“Of course not. I love you Louis. I love you so much.”

They were silent for a few moments before Harry began talking again.

“You’re beautiful Louis. I should have reminded you more. You mean the world to me. You’re perfect. You’re proper fit and sexy and I love your stomach. I love it how it was, I love it how it is. I’d love it anyway it is because I love you. I just want you to be happy and healthy baby boy. You’re my little Louis. My little love. I love that you’re small but I don’t want you withering away. You’re small enough without hurting yourself.”

Louis gripped Harry tightly. “I’m little,” he repeated, as if trying to convince himself.

“So little,” Harry agreed, “You fit in my arms perfectly. And you’re the perfect size to fit over the consul and give me a blow job while I’m driving,” Harry smirked, trying to ease the mood. “You’re the perfect size to cuddle when I’m scared of thunder, and to lay on top of me and box me in. I love being surrounded by you, like I’m in my own little world of just Louis. Just you. I love it. I love it so much. And you were always like that baby. I can’t believe you ever thought you were too big.”

“Harry. I want to come home.”

“Of course baby. No more sleeping at Liam’s house.”

“Never again,” Louis agreed.

“The doctor suggested some treatment programs,” Harry sighed.

“Harry I’m so sorry I’ve caused so much trouble.”

“Baby stop. This is part of the problem. You can’t blame yourself for everything. You’re wonderful as you are. The very best. My very best boy.”

“I need a break from touring,” Louis declared.

“I agree.”

“There was just too much. Too much Eleanor. Too much stress. Too many expectations. I can’t do it anymore Harry. It was so hard. I’m never going to be good enough for them.”

“I don’t care. You’re good enough for me.”

“I just need some time I think. Some time with you. Because..because I know it’s wrong. And I know I’m small but..but all I can see is fat…and…and not being good enough for you. That’s all I want Harry, is to be perfect for you.”

“You’ve always been perfect for me. I left you when you needed me most. I should have been there for you,” Harry whispered, “Next time you feel like this, please tell me.”

“How will you help?”

Harry smiled and snuggled Louis even closer, “If you ever feel bad about yourself, I’ll put you in my biggest sweater, so you can see the way you swim in it. And then I’ll snuggle you under the blankets of our bed and tell you how much I love you. And I’ll tell you how pretty and skinny you are until you’re okay again.”

Louis began sobbing again, and Harry held him tightly.

It was a long road to recovery, and it was going to be tough as ever. But Harry would spend his whole life making this up to Louis. Spend forever making up not being there for Louis when he needed him more than anyone.

“You’re my little love,” Harry whispered again.

And Louis nodded, beginning to believe him.

You Want It, You Got It

Prompt: The reader has some hidden fantasies she wants to share with Dean, and he’s more than happy to contribute a few of his own.

Character: Dean x Reader
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 4.6k (I really let myself go)
Warnings: Language, smut (unprotected), daddy!kink, dirty talk, bit of bondage, rough!Dean, idrk what else (tell me if I missed anything)

A/N: I really wanted to get this out bc the idea has been floating around in my mind for a while now. So I hope you all love reading it as much as I loved writing it! (If there are any editing mistakes, I’m sorry!) Also, I would like to dedicate this one to @bovaria because she has been a true friend and has always believed in me, even when I lost all faith in myself. But with that said, this fic meant as a last hurrah, as I’m planning to log off for a little while. There’s too much weighing me down and I really need to take a breather. Don’t worry, though–I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.

(x)

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You Want Me To Stay?

Smutty Everlark one shot, for old times sake. 2012ish. Katniss lives in NYC. Peeta lives next door. Shit is weird between them.

“You Want Me to Stay?” By Lbug84.

Beta’d by lauralulubee & preread by jennagill

Modern AU. ~4,000 words, some lines directory from canon (can you spot them?). Rated E for explicit language and sexual situations.

“We should stop,” I say, as I tuck my hair behind my ears.

“Why?” I hear a light thud on the floor and the jingle of a belt being unbuckled. I turn around and find Peeta shirtless and tugging his pants down over his hips.

My resolve wavers. “This always ends the same.”

Peeta takes a step towards me, shaking his blond hair out of his eyes. “I like how this ends.” His hands wrap around me, sliding into my underwear and cupping my ass. “It ends with me inside of you.”

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Red Lines - Chapter 1

Description: Ashton is an exotic male dancer. Skylar is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. She pays him for two weeks so she can study him. Things are bound to get interesting. 

Word Count: 8,556 words

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Against the Mirror «N.M Smut»

Hey guys, haven’t written in a while sorry for the inactivity but I’m back and have BIG plans so bear with me. Love you guys so much and thanks for 800. Alright, let’s get shit poppin ~ugʜϻaʟoʟeყ~ ————————————————————-

-Y/N’s POV-

I leaned over the dresser looking at the mirror in front of me. I had just woke up from a nap so I was making sure I didn’t look like a fucking eggplant. After checking myself I went to the kitchen in my boyfriend Nate and mines shared apartment. I walk through and see him asleep on the couch.

He had a Xbox controller in his hand so I’m assuming he fell asleep playing one of his games. FIFA prob. Which is understandable, we were both trying to pass time as efficiently as possible, taking our minds off of the situation at hand.

We made a bet last week to go 2 full weeks with no sex. We’ve kissed of course but nothing more. We have 3 days left and holy shit I’m gonna explode. I’ve never noticed how much I needed him until I didn’t have him. I stand in the kitchen in my panties and oversized tshirt to get some pretzels, (cause pretzel are the SHIT).

I was making my way back to the room not looking at the couch just focusing on being quiet. I walked back into the room and was scared half to death by Nate leaning on the dresser with his back to the mirror looking at me.

“Oh my god, Nate you almost gave me a heart attack.” I said setting my bowl down with one hand on my chest.

“Heh, thought you would’ve seen I wasn’t in the living room anymore.” He said standing up straight walking towards me. “I can’t do this anymore..” He said firmly grabbing my waist. “I’ve waited as long as I can, baby girl I need you.” He continued

He began to kiss my neck slowly moving my body to where my back was facing the dresser, my ass being pressed against it.

“Babe we c-can try to w-wait?” I said sounding more like a question than a statement, because I was on the verge on giving in. I was actually expecting myself to.

“No baby. Now.” He said with his deep raspy voice.

He kissed me roughly and hungrily, I could feel he need for me and I could damn sure feel my need for him. He ran his hands to my ass giving a firm squeeze, then trailing them up my sides taking my shirt with them. He broke the kiss to slide my shirt over my head. Then I did the same to him, stripping him of his shirt. I looked down and seen a massive bulge in his sweatpants.

“I can’t help it, I haven’t fucked my baby girl in so long.” He said putting his hands on the dresser behind me closing the space left between us.

He glanced up at the mirror behind us and I could’ve sworn I seen the lightbulb above his head. He quickly turned my body around with a firm grasp on my hips. He stood my behind me looking at us both as I did the same. He ran his hand down the front of me down to my panty line, slipping his hand between the waistband and my my skin to run his fingers up and down my folds slowly.

“Look baby girl, see how good I make you feel?” He asked with lust in his voice, peering at our reflection over my shoulder. Eyeing me up and down and how I reacted to his touch, it was always a turn on for him to see the effect he had on me.

“Mmhmm, baby I see.” I moaned out leaning my head back on his shoulder as he picked up the pace of his fingers also dipping a finger in me pumping in and out. I never thought, or would’ve guessed that having sex in front of a mirror would be so hot.

“I want to watch you cum baby girl.” He whispers from behind me, making eye contact with my through the views of the mirror we both glared at, he a little more focused than I.

“Fuck, Nate I’m gonna- ahh” I moaned/screamed out as I released around his fingers letting my body be taken away by the wave of euphoria. My legs shook as he tightened his grasp on me so I was not to fall.

“Woah, you good lil mama ?” He purred into my ear holding me while my legs shook.

“Ya, I’m ok baby, your just so good.” I panted in relief of the sexual frustration I was feeling. But I knew he was about to explode. “Your turn big boy” I said trying to turn around but was quickly stopped and held in my place in front of him.

“Uh uh, I gotta make you feel good tonight baby. I’ll get mine another time, tonight’s about you” he responded running his hands softly around various parts of my body, still looking at us in the mirror. “I think you need it a little more, you think I don’t hear you at night, moaning my name while you touch yourself ?” He replied into my neck with his eyes closed, grinding into me.

“You ready to watch me fuck you baby ?” He asked while sliding my panties completely to my ankles as I step out of them.

“Mhmm” I nod and turn only my head so I can kiss him while he undoes his pants. I have my head turn as far as it will go in order
To maintain our position. He got his pants off and his boxer briefs withheld his large member tightly under the cloth. Forming a bulge in his mid section.

He bent down a little just to slide the underwear off. As I heard his length hit his stomach. I knew he grabbed it and held it because I felt his hand leave my side and I seen him look down and his arm move through the mirror.

“You ready babe? I ain’t bout to be too gentle..” He said then leaned down to my ear height and whispered, “I don’t think I can control myself anymore” whilst he ran his tip up and down my slit as he whispers these things in that raspy and deep voice.

“Yea baby.” Was all I could manage to say at the time given the amount of lust, pleasure, and ecstasy running through my body and mind. He slowly pushed into me, surprisingly slow, letting out the sexiest groan followed by a sharp inhale when he began to move.

I watched in admiration as he began to thrust his hips forward into mine. While his thrust got aggressively harder and faster I became a moaning mess very quickly, he would groan every now and then mixed with my name and other profanities.

He then glanced up at me and groaned out, “mm y/n you like watching me fuck you baby ? You see how good I make you feel ?” He said staring at me awaiting an answer.

“Yes I like it Nate, oh fuck.” I moaned out.

He continued this motion for several moment before glancing up catching me making various love faces, as he continued to hit my g-spot. He peered at me through the glass and smirked as the the sweat dropped from his forehead. He thrusts got sloppier as his head dropped to my shoulder blade and kissed my back.

“Holy fuck, y/n! I’m fucking close.” He said through clenched teeth. Then looked up to look at us in the mirror again.

“Me too baby, just like that Nate.” I moaned very loudly, my orgasm approaching faster than I thought, I came before him as he watched biting his lip so very hard I seen as I felt the knot in my stomach release and my body once again taken in a wave of pleasure. As he continued to ride out my high, I felt him twitch in me. He bit his lip and scrunched his face up, approaching his own, groaning and his breath hitching.

“Holy sh- y/n- ah fffuck” he stuttered as his body convulses pushing his hot seed out of him. I felt his fluid rush into me, giving me a warm tingling sensation. We both stand there panting, with our heads down from exhaustion but very pleased I would say.

He had to basically hold me from my leg weakness at the moment. He kissed my shoulder then moved to the other then up the side of my neck closing his eyes licking in between the connection of his lips and my skin. He began to look up at me and smirked at me.

“We should fuck around a mirror more often” he suggested smiling and chuckling a little.

“Sounds like a plan”

Like a Hothead

~MAKSYL FANFICTION~
a/n : um , im writing this on mobile for the first time in forever b|c i need to get this down and my laptop isn’t going to be fixed in time for that . i hope it’s not too bad . but first um is there no more “read more” option on mobile ????? like the app is really ticking me off so im sorry , i tried to do html [which i had to for italics and bold and all] for it but idk how it turned out so hopefully it doesn’t mess up the formatting and that it works — if not ig i’ll try to fix it
warning : smut .
smut smut smut smut smut .
xo , marion
God, he’s hot when he’s angry.
That’s all she thinks about while Maks drives home.
He doesn’t look at her, always refuses to take his eyes off the road. His knuckles quickly turn white due to his hard grip on the steering wheel.
She wants to say something, really, to apologize for what just happened, but every time she opens her mouth, nothing would come out. Glancing at Maks’ murderous expression, it’s safe to say this is one of the scariest moments in her life. She can’t even speak to him without feeling like she is going to puke, let alone be able to calm him down.
Mustering up her Olympian courage, Meryl finally opens her mouth to speak, but his voice stops her. “Don’t.”
It’s only one word. Only one, yet it’s full of anger and authority. Maks is hot, he really is, but he is frightening when he loses control.
She sits in silence, her eyes on her lap, her legs tightly shut as if she were a little girl in class. Her fingers shake as she nervously picks at her nails. She buries her head in her arms as she recalls what had happened earlier.
She had no idea why she had did what she did. She honestly had thought the guy she was dancing with was gay because come on, he had pink streaks in his hair and was wearing smoky eye shadow. Meryl was just looking for a good laugh, and she thought that’s what he was looking for too.
Except for when it got too far, that’s when she knew he was looking for more than a joking atmosphere. Because when he had tried to kiss her, Meryl was quick to slap him. And when Maks angrily approached them, she thought he would join her in chastising the pig — she even told him that she had a boyfriend early in the evening, for God’s sake — and maybe even say that’s my girl for her proper use of violence.
But apparently at the angle Maks had been watching in, itdidlook like they had, in fact, been kissing. And that had been more than enough to set him in rage mode.
“I didn’t mean for him to try that,” she whispers, shooting back up and snapping away from the memory.
Maks’ laugh is usually one that lifts her spirits and makes her happy, but the laugh that is currently echoing around the car is one that sends shivers down her spine, and they were not the sexy shivers she had grown used to.
“Sureeee, okay.”
Meryl shuts her mouth for the remainder of the drive.
. They get back to the house in minutes that feel like hours. Maks gets out of the car immediately after hastily removing the key from the ignition while Meryl slowly follows behind. She notices him waiting for her rather impatiently at the door, but she plays it off by running her hands through her hair and then hanging her head down. When she finally reaches that dreaded door frame, Maks throws the keys at her, which she knows he means for her to lock the door.
As soon as she watches him storm off to their room and hears the furious slam of the door, she sighs. Looks like she has to take the couch tonight.
Meryl runs her hands through her hair again as she sways to the bathroom, taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
She pulls out a drawer in the bathroom dresser ever so slightly, finding a pair of PINK sweats and a see through, mint green pullover, slipping those on over her red lengiere. She chooses to shower in the morning, so she proceeds to brush her teeth, floss, and wash her face. And, as she stares at herself in the bathroom mirror while putting her hair up in a ballet bun, she narrows her eyes. She’s Meryl Davis for crying out loud — there’s no way she’s going to give up on them, no chance she’ll let him decide their faith. She’s a woman, and women always win.
So, with a smirk plastered on her face, Meryl saunters to their bedroom as quietly as she possibly can and opens the door even quieter. Her footsteps are soundless as they lead her to her side of the bed, and she slips in with barely a shake of the bed — it’s not enough to startle Maks. It isn’t until she wraps her arms around his torso that he notices; and boy, does he notice. He lets out a shrill scream once she makes contact with him, and somehow, she likes the fact that he can still be vulnerable even when he’s being a complete and utter asshole.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he shouts after jumping out of the bed and realizing it was only her.
Meryl doesn’t fail to notice that he looks at her with nothing but distaste as Maks walks around the bed to stand in front of her. And, as she looks at him with his arms crossed and their different positions making him seem even taller, she knows she should be downright terrified. But alas, she isn’t, because he’s Maks, and she reminded herself in the bathroom that there’s always a way for her to tame Maks.
(And she has her secret weapon at hand, so there’s that.)
She repositions herself so she’s sitting down and the bed covers wrap around her body as they would on a chilly night spent in front of the fireplace drinking hot cocoa. She tilts her head up to look at Maks — because she’s sure as hell still tinier while sitting down — and says, “You and I both know that you want me here.”
He lets out a hollow laugh, although it’s not as thunderous as the one presented in the car ride so she seems a glimmer of hope that the storm has settled in the slightest (nonetheless, it’s still enough to work in her favor). “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Meryl debates between a pout and a smirk but in the end chooses the latter in order to match his attitude better (she feels that her strong and fierce self would be appreciated better in this scenario rather than a defenseless route).
With that, she yanks the blankets off her body (which obviously causes a dent in Maks’ demeanor at the sight of her outfit choice) and sinks to her knees. Looking up, expression never changing or even faltering in the slightest, she says, “But baby, you never gave me a chance to explain myself…Let me make it up to you.”
She can sense that his walls are slowly being knocked down, can hear his breathing catch as he no doubt is trying to peek at her cleavage, and feels the tension has shifted from angry — no, drop dead pissed — to sexual. So, she moves her slightly trembling hands to his hips and bites her bottom lip. “Or, if you’ve felt that I’ve been a bad, bad girl, I guess you can punish me, Maks.”
Meryl’s hand barely grazes his belt when he yanks her up on her feet. He presses his lips harshly against here and she instantly feels less fearful. His large, masculine hands reach under her shirt and disposes of it, breaking the kiss. She bites the inside of her cheek to prevent a moan slipping out as he places a trail of seemingly delicate open mouthed butterfly kisses down her collarbone to a strap of her bra. She thinks that he is going to attempt to yank it off with his teeth as he did last time, but is surprised when he works on her sweats instead. Probably wants one last view of the show, she thinks to herself, shamelessly forcing a satisfied smile down.
And then, their games begin.
You see, it’s quite simple: ever since their first time together, it had become an unspoken agreement that anytime they would have sex, they would go against each other to see who would, well, give in first. It was more of a god baby your sex game is on point today; fuck my brains out already than a oh my god you sexually touched me I think I’m going to moan now competition first established when Maks discovered how much of a fighter Meryl was in bed as well.
She guesses that that is what was running through Maks’ mind as he angrily yet hungrily strips her red lace bra and matching thong off, causing her to shiver and for her nipples to harden. His eyes tell her I’m going to win and she puts on her best Only because this ordeal is for you expression.
Now, standing completely naked against his bulge, she’s at her most exposed while he is still completely clothed. His intense gaze makes her feel like she’s toxic and she feels as if she’s sending chemicals through his veins as she digs her slightly sharp nails into his arms. Maks pushes her away like poison and she falls back down onto the bed, quick to take his lips as he straddles her. Meryl finally lets out a moan and bites down hard on his bottom lip, knowing all too well how much that — strangely — turns him on (he, in turn, grabs her hips, fingers digging deep into her skin as he kisses her).
When they finally break apart, Maks’ steel gaze paralyzes her as it moves up and down her body for a moment. She is far too nervous to cover herself up as her instincts tell her too, so instead Meryl pulls out her subconscious and forces it to remind her that Maks isn’t going to kill her even if she dares move a muscle. And, snapping back into reality, she focuses back on the caramel eyes still watching her, thinking that their owner is going to kiss her again. She gasps when, instead, his knee presses into her center. Neither of them moving into a different position, he slowly unbuttons his shirt with a small smirk on his face — she often is an impatient woman and he knows it. Soon he pulls it off his shoulders, throwing it to the floor.
Meryl groans and reaches to run her finger down the small crevice between his abs. He snatches her wrist and yanks it above her head, making it easy for him to lean down to press a harsh kiss to her neck, his teeth nearly ripping her skin apart. She immediately yelps; it hurt like no other hickey he’s given her. He runs his tongue over the bright purple mark already forming on her neck. Upon noticing her grimace, he smirks and bobs his head back down to mark her breasts with his teeth.
She arches her back, pressing her chest harder to Maks’ mouth. His teeth grazes her sensitive skin before closing lightly around her nipple. Pain and pleasure caused liquid to rush to her center and she reaches down with her free hand to entwine her fingers in his short hair.
“Maks…” she whispers.
He presses his knee harder against her and the friction and pleasure sends a jolt through her. Maks leans forward again and kisses her — a sloppy kiss, fast and full of need. But his anger still remains evident.
“You know I’m sorry babe,” she pants once their lips part.
His agonizing gaze becomes fixated on her honey eyes once more. He leans down right next to her ear, biting her earlobe slightly before huskily murmuring, “Say my name.”
“W-What?”
Say my fucking name.
Meryl bites her swollen lips and takes a deep breath, trying to come off as sexy as he just did. The words fall easily and his name flows naturally and passionately off her tongue.
“I’m forever and only yours, Maksim.”
She guesses that was hot enough, as Maks goes straight to plunging two fingers inside of her, causing her to groan and throw her head back. She slowly repeats his motion, his thumb pressing against her cilt.
“Say that again,” Maks demands.
She runs a hand through her hair and looks at him — the expression he wore was anything but patient.
“Yours,” she breathes heavenly.
His two fingers inside of her curl upwards, prodding against her most sensitive parts.
“I’m sorry?” He asks, his head tilted.
“I’m yours, Maks—”
He pumps his fingers again, curling them and not giving her a chance to complete his name. She feels herself becoming undone far too quickly and she digs her nails into her own scalp as she came on his fingers. Maks withdraws his fingers and wipes them on his thigh. He stands up and begins to pull his jeans down. The large bulge in his boxers makes her squirm and the slight breeze that hits her center forces her legs to clamp shut.
Maks, however, is quick to fix that. He positions himself in between her thighs, the head of his cock pushing against her wet entrance. He pushes into her and without further ado, starts to pound relentlessly.
It’s a struggle of moans and gasps, as the air fills with choruses of yours yours yours yours and mine mine mine mine. Her angels and his demons meet as the collide and form a whole new realm unimaginable (in the sense that nothing could ever match the new elevated levels of perfection that feels so damn good).
And, the aforementioned is agreed once said realm has to die down, angels returning to Meryl and demons to Maks as they should. Panting relentlessly, they lay together, one hand gripping the sheets and the other belonging in a bundle of intertwined fingers.
She decides that she needs to pull out Maks’ inner hothead more of rough sex was this good. Definitely yes, as it feels empowering in a way as she holds onto the tops of his arms, caressing his biceps as he fucks her into oblivion for round two.

New Year's Eve

Pairing: Ashton Irwin & (y/n)
Rating: Smut. Contains mature content, if this makes you uncomfortable or if you’re young, please don’t read!
Words: 2,000+ 
Request: Yes (Can you please do a one shot where y/n & ash are best friends, and he accidentally walks in on her changing (she’s naked :-o) and it turns him on?? & it’s super smutty because they both feel the same.)
Summary: (Y/n) & Ashton are best friends as well as roommates, but everything changes when alcohol and nakedness are infused.

“Promise me you won’t bring home another bleached blonde bimbo again.” I said as I poured another shot of grey goose vodka for both Ashton and I.

“Aw, but you two got along so well!” he chuckled at the memory. Ashton had been my best friend for over three years and my roommate for two. Some might say it is weird that a male and a female could be best friends and share an apartment but we managed to make it work. We only had a few simple rules, we were cool with having guests over since we had a lot of the same friends, we were also cool with having significant others over, as long as they didn’t eat my food.

This blonde bitch ate all of my salted caramel granola bars, and I was still bitter. I approached her in a rage and she mistook me for Ashton’s girlfriend, little did she know that Ashton wasn’t one to date, and started crying and apologizing before running out of our apartment. Unfortunately she never returned with my granola bars.

“That bitch.” I murmured. “What time will the cab be here?” I tilted my head back as I took the shot and let the vodka slide down my throat. I slammed the shot glass on our granite countertop before wiping my mouth.

“8:45.” Ashton replied before repeating my notion of taking the shot before reaching out for the bottle again.

“8:45? That’s a weird time.”

“Well. The cab will be here at 9, but I know you’re always late. So, 8:45 on the safe side.” He took the second shot before shaking his head and twisting his lips in disgust. Glancing at the time I sighed knowing if I didn’t start curling my hair now it wouldn’t ever happen.

“Fine, I’m getting ready now.”

-

My makeup was flawless if I did say so myself, my hair was in loose curls and I examined myself in my bathroom mirror deciding if everything looked perfect. I was still in a t-shirt and shorts but I was overlooking that fact, something seemed to be missing from my outfit. I turned up the volume on my iPhone as my favorite song came on and a light bulb in my head went off, I never put on my bronzing lotion. The bronzing lotion I had not only made my skin tan but also added a touch of glitter.

Stripping out of my clothes I applied the bronzing lotion all over. I was singing along with the song when my heart leapt out of my chest as Ashton threw the door open.

“Can you not fucking hear?! We’re going to be late-“ Ashton’s face immediately turned red when he took in my appearance. I too was a little embarrassed, but I shrugged it off since there was nothing I could about it now I continued to rub the lotion onto my arms.

“Obviously I didn’t hear you.” I said with an eye roll.

“I- I umm… so sorry.” Ashton murmured before turning around to leave the bathroom. I couldn’t help but giggle at the way he was so flustered. Walking out of the bathroom towards him I decided I might as well tease him since this was awkward enough already.

“You sure you want to go out tonight, Ash?” I purred into his ear while wrapping my arms around his waist and sending a light peck to his shoulder blade.

“We’ve already told everyone we would be there.”

“So?” I asked, leaving a trail of kisses down his back. Ashton let out a sigh before running his fingers through his hair.

Not at all pleased with him not responding to me I slowly brought my hand to his abs and let my hand wander to the place I had desperately wanted to see for years. Ashton and I both knew we had some kind of sexual frustration thing going on, our friends all pointed it out to but we never acted on it.
I felt him stiffen underneath my hand earning a smug smirk from me, and a groan from him.

“(Y/n)…” he warned but my hand reached into the waistband of his athletic shorts and then to the waistband of his boxers where I started to lightly stroke his tip.

“We can’t do this… we’re best friends.” He countered.

“Ash, please. I know you want this just as much as I do.”

“Yes, but won’t it be awkward, like tomorrow when we are sober?”

“Not if we don’t make it awkward.” My fingers left his tip and trailed further down allowing me to pump him at an agonizing slow pace.

“Fuck this.” He said before turning around to face me, my hand leaving his pants before he turned me and threw me against the wall.

“Do you know how turned on I got just from seeing you naked?” he asked as he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. His lips grazed over my ear before nibbling on the skin causing my head to roll in ecstasy.

“I’ve dreamed about this.” I purred.

“So it is me that you moan about in your dreams?” he asked when moving his lips from my ear to my neck lightly sucking and biting in all my most sensitive regions.

I rolled my groin into his straining erection with the purpose of creating more friction between us. Ashton bit into my neck before sucking roughly and then finished it off by swiping his tongue across the surface.

“That’ll be there for a while.”  He smirked before lightly pecking the area before he removed himself from my neck to look at me.
“Ash, no more. I can’t go to work with hickeys all over my neck.”
I tugged at the hem of his shirt signaling that I wanted it off and he quickly took it off throwing it behind him. Ashton brought his hands up to cup both of my breasts as a small smile came to his face making his eyes squint with pleasure.

 “Okay, okay. I’m moving on to better things anyway.” His fingers went to pinch my nipple, as I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

“My boobs are more important than the rest of my body?”

“No, I- I didn’t mean it like that. (Y/n) don’t make this awkward already.”

“I’m not you asshole! Get to it.”

His lips latched onto my nipple sucking and biting causing moans to fall from my lips.

“Up.” He commanded and I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist as his hands flew to grab my ass and he carried me over to my bed. Placing me gently on the bed he took a second to take in my appearance.

“Shit.” He whispered.

“What are you going to do to me Ash?” I asked with innocent eyes and a sweet smile.

Ashton grinned before crawling on the bed and taking my legs and pushing them wide apart. Trailing kisses from my left knee to my thigh, and then working on leaving kisses from my right knee to my thigh.

“Ashton.” I groaned impatiently.

Without hesitation he continued kissing and licking up between my legs avoiding the place where I craved him.

“Ashton, don’t fucking tease me.” My blood was beginning to boil with the amount of teasing he was doing.

“Your sexual frustration is only adding to my happiness, keep it up.”

I let out an annoyed groan before he caught me off guard by kissing a certain set of my lips making a soft moan escape from me. My lips parted as he dug his tongue in and out of my center as he sucked up his juices.

“You’re dripping, you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy me teasing you.”

“Ash, it feels so good.” My hands went down to grab his curly mop of a head and moan after moan fell freely as his tongue swirled inside of me and he stuck a finger in curling it up to hit my sweet spot like it was something he knew like the back of his hand.

A low pleasurable moan escaped and my facial features scrunched together as I unraveled for him.

“Looks like I found your sweet spot huh?” he said while removing his tongue but adding another finger in its place.

“Ash, please-“ another moan halted me from continuing. 

“What do you want?”

“Your cock, please.”

“If I ever say no to that please hit me.”

He pulled both fingers from my throbbing center before tossing off his short and his boxers onto my bedroom floor, and then he climbed over top of me. My tiny hand went down to smear the drops of pre cum that coated his tip before I took my finger and sucked his juices.

“Mmm.” I whispered.

“Fuck.” Ashton groaned as I proceeded to pump him a few times before my other hand got to work on massaging his balls. Since he was leaning over me he was holding himself up using his arm strength and his biceps looked flawless. The longer I went the more his arms shook as he attempted to keep himself from falling on top of me.

“Stop-“ Ashton stuttered, I could see he was about to lose it and while I much rather him come inside of me I couldn’t resist stopping now. I stroked him a few more times before his arms went weak and he collapsed on top of me with a steady stream of uneven breaths.

“Condom, now.” He said looking at me with now dark lust filled eyes.

I gave a small nod before reaching over into the bedside drawer; I grabbed a square packet before ripping it off with my teeth and taking it and gliding it on his cock.

He positioned himself at my slit and ran it up and down before gradually pushing in a little at a time. His size caught me off guard, even though I had seen it tonight from our foreplay activities, it filled me up and stretched every inch of me.

“Your pussy is so tight, you sure you can handle this?” he asked searching my face.

“Yes, please.”

Without warning he pulled out causing me to whine before slamming into me without remorse.

“Jesus, Ashton!” I screamed caught off guard.

“Shit, sorry.” He exclaimed before slowing his pace.

“No-, I like it,” I moaned as my toes curled up in pleasure. “Just caught me off guard.” I moaned, I wasn’t even sure if he heard me through my uneven breathing. Ashton picked up his pace again and lifted my hips up causing a new sensation entirely.

“Oh my GOD.” I cried out as his cock hit my g-spot effortlessly.

“Fucking sexiest thing ever,” he moaned taking in my appearance.

“Ash, I can feel you in my fucking stomach.”

I think he was incapable of forming words since he only nodded before dropping a hand from my waist to rub feverishly at my clit.

I sighed as I experienced the feeling of pure ecstasy. It might have been my first time with Ashton, but he seemed to know my body as if we had done this countless of times before. He continued to slam into me at a steady pace before I began to see small black dots indicating that my vision was being blurred. I began pulling on his messy curls before my eyes squeezed shut and I allowed my legs to shake around his waist.

“Cum for me.” He moaned through uneven breaths, his eyes showed pure concentration while my mouth was hanging open in awe.

“Ash, I-“, I shoved my face in the crook of his neck as I let my orgasm overpower me.
“Ash, I’m-“ My legs shook around his waist, my toes curled to the point of cramping, and my teeth were sinking so far into my lip I wasn’t sure if I was bleeding or not.

Once I had reached my orgasm I nodded to him letting him know it was his turn to go wild, Ashton plowed into me at a rapid pace.

“You feeling fucking amazing.” He rasped out. He continued to plow into me quite aggressively, and I was beginning to be concerned about how I would be able to function later.

“Ash, you need to cum, we have to leave!” I whined.

“Fuck-“ Ashton panted before he got his release, his face looked like he was in pure ecstasy and his moans only turned me on again.

Slowly he pulled out of me before tossing the condom in the trash can near my nightstand.

“Who knew you could be so aggressive?”

“Too much?” he asked with an adorable pout that made me giggle.

I left the bed much to my dismay, I would be quite content lying in my bed with a naked Ashton, but like he said we already had plans.

“It was perfect, now go get ready we’re leaving in ten minutes!”

Ashton groaned but eventually got off my bed and went to his own room.

-

“Do you have to wear that dress?” Ashton questioned while standing at our front door holding it open for me.

“What’s wrong with it?” I looked down at my green dress; I thought it was perfect for tonight. It was sexy, but comfortable, as well as warm.

“You look incredible, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you all night.” He pouted.

“Well, if you manage to keep your hands off of me and try to make it not blatantly obvious that you just fucked my brains out in front of our friends then I will reward you later.”

“Can we leave exactly after midnight then?”

“No.”

“Fine. Will you at least be my new years eve kiss?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“That is least you could give me Ash, since I already agreed to give you round two.”