might have a thing for collarbones

A Forest of Diamonds and Snow- Vivillias fic

Tagging everyone that I tagged in my last fic because there’s not enough love for vivillias! Special request from @ignite-my-love love you, thanks for being so great!!!

For, @abraxos-sniffing-flowers @2-bookmaster-2 @fenrvs  @catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks @dorianthekinkymf @destiny14444 @illyrian-high-lord @elidexlorcan @highladystarfall @a-court-of-feels-and-fangirls @rebornasqueen @light-the-stars @lovely-starfall

I needed a break from studying! Hopefully it’s not too bad! Let me know what you think :) You guys know I love Viviane and Kallias!

Smut at the end ;)


Viviane had been slowly weeding through files, stacks of papers, and reports confirming the movement of more of their resources towards the western border of the Winter Court. 

Amarantha and her forces had been particularly brutal to the villages and towns set up there and they needed food and blankets and temporary shelter. 

In the years since Kallias had been trapped Under the Mountain, Viviane had been offering shelter in their small city to those who made it. 

Viviane ran a hand down her face and let out a deep sigh, she couldn’t focus−not on this.  Not when she had just heard of the news from Under the Mountain. 

He was coming home. 

The details on how, exactly, he had gotten out, were unclear; but that didn’t matter.  All that mattered was that he was coming home.

In the days and hours waiting for things to get settled, waiting for him to come back, Viviane had tried to keep herself occupied, tried to think of anything to do that would distract her from the crushing weight of not seeing him for fifty years.

Cauldron, what would she even say to Kallias? Fifty years she had searched and searched to find a way to free him, to bring Kallias back to her, and she never had.  And now, in a mere matter of moments, or hours, or days, he would be back, he would be free.  Free to feel the cold wind blow across his face, free to use that foreboding ice magic that rested under his veins to make it snow. 

There was a slam of a door in the foyer downstairs and Viviane’s heart stopped dead in her chest and she let out a noise that could have been a sob.

Before she could even think about the next few seconds, her body took over and she jumped to her feet, running down the stairs so fast she almost lost her footing on one of the steps.  She slowed down as she stood in front of him. 

Kallias was thinner, less muscular, but fifty years in a prison would do that to someone.  His skin was an ashen color, but his eye were the usual bright blue they had always been. 

Fifty years.  It took her fifty years to realize what she felt for him. 

Kallias had kept this secret from her for so long, not wanting to risk her safety, and yet he hadn’t understood that she wouldn’t have wanted to be without him.  She would have gone under that mountain with him, just so he wouldn’t have had to suffer those daily horrors alone. 

Of course she knew why he had kept her distanced from him, and at the time she had been broken and sad that her friend had turned High Lord, only to forget about her, but when Kallias had flung out that power to tell her that he loved her, to tell her what was happening to him, she forgave him, and she had understood why he did it.

So as Kallias stood in the foyer of the Winter palace, Viviane did not hesitate as she reached up to cup his cold face in her hands and brought his mouth down to hers.

Kissing Kallias was like a missing piece of her had finally shifted into place.  His lips were warm and soft and the kiss was gentle.  Her hands were on his cheeks and he seemed to come to his senses and wrapped his arms around her back.  Kallias smelled like pine and fresh air.  Wind and snow. The smell of him cleared Viviane’s lungs.

Viviane was dizzy from want and desire and just pure undiluted happiness that he was here.

He moved his mouth off her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him.  Viviane wrapped her arms under his shoulders as one of his hands twined in her hair and his chin rested on the top of her head.  She buried her face in the crook of his neck and just breathed him, running a soothing hand up and down his back.  Viviane felt a drop of something fall onto her head and realized that he was crying.  She pulled back from him and brushed his tears away with her thumbs, kissing him on the sweetly on the cheek.

“I love you too, Kallias.” She didn’t dare whisper it; for fear that he wouldn’t hear her. 

Fifty years Viviane had waited to tell him those words, silent tears ran down her face, “My love,” he said, “You can’t cry too.” and as he laughed, the hole in Viviane’s chest began to close up, filled with so much love and joy and happiness.

Kallias started to sway, they both did, and she sat them down on the floor right there in the middle of the foyer.

“I love you.” he whispered to her, “I have my whole life.”  She had only heard those words one other time and they had been spoken in desperation and anguish.  Now he said them lovingly and slowly, as if they had all the time in the world.

Viviane wasn’t sure how long they stayed there, wrapped against each other−she sat in his lap and he rested his forehead against her collarbone−both of them just content to stay there together for as long as possible.  Viviane couldn’t believe that he was in front of her and she thought that Kallias might be thinking the same thing from the way his hands ran down her arms every so often and he shuddered against her.

Hours passed, or maybe it was only a few minutes, but Kallias pulled away from her and he seemed to want to tell her something, but couldn’t meet her gaze, like he didn’t know how to tell her.

“Kallias?” she began.

“Viviane, you’re my mate.” he waited a moment to let his words sink in, then continued, “That’s why I kept you on border patrol all those years leading up to Under the Mountain.” he swallowed again and held her gaze,  “Because I didn’t want her finding out about you, using you against me.” 

“We’re mates?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” he whispered.  There was sadness and worry in his eyes, but he nodded.  Viviane hadn’t felt the bond yet but she believed him when he said it.  A wave of insurmountable joy crashed through her.  This beautiful strong male was her mate.  She pulled him closer and kissed him again.  She never wanted to stop kissing Kallias. 

Kallias stood them up and pressed his forehead against her own, taking in a deep breath before he withdrew. 

He bent down and lifted one knee up, “Marry me, Viviane.  Make me the happiest male in all of Prythian.”

Viviane had never seen him so frantic before, but she had also never seen him smile so wide and freely.  Her heart ached as she looked down at him, a smile spreading across her own face.

“Yes.” she told him, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” she laughed as he stood up and spun her around, burying his face in her neck. 

All Viviane had ever wanted was for Kallias to come home safe and in one piece; this was so much more than she could ever has asked for, but she would thank the mother and the cauldron every damn day for what they gave her.


An hour earlier, Viviane had never known such happiness, as her and Kallias had crept out of the palace, the occupants unaware that their High Lord had returned home. 

They had crept out and they had found a priestess and she had married her best friend.

Now they returned home and she had taken him up to his office, the one that she had been using for the past fifty years.

When he entered, Kallias looked around.  He noticed the papers on the desk, the drink glasses scattered around, a weapon here and there…

“I haven’t thanked you yet,” he held her hand, “For protecting them all this time.  You’ve done a great job, better than I could have ever done.” he laughed as he kissed her lips. “Maybe you should be High Lord,” he joked.

Kallias laughed about it, but Vivian could see that leaving her hear had hurt him just as much as him being in Under the mountain had hurt her.  Fifty years had gone by and he had no idea if she was alright, if she was angry at him.  She wondered if he had heard about the children.  She would have to tell him soon.

“Kallias−” she began.

“No, Viv.” He said gently.  “Not tonight, lets not talk about it tonight.” The meetings could wait.  The stories could wait.  As much as Viviane desperately wanted to know how Amarantha had died and how he had gotten out, she agreed.  It could wait; she had… other plans for tonight.  She gave him a feline smirk, and he knew just what she was thinking. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.  

“I have other plans tonight, and they don’t involve discussing battle plans,” he said.  “As much as I would love to listen to all the wonderful plans you have swirling around in that beautiful head of yours.” He pressed a kiss below her ear and when he pulled back he smiled at her.  Kallias’ promising smile practically set Viviane on fire, her toes curling.

He brought her to his room.  Viviane had been staying there for the past twenty years. 

After so long without him, she was afraid she would never see him again and had occupied his room as a way to fill the Kallias shaped hole in her chest.

“Tonight,” he whispered a breath from her lips, his eyes heavy with want, “tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife.  My mate.”

Kallias pulled her close and kissed her, his hands becomming more desperate on her, trailing past her hips to grip her face. 

He held her face gently in his hands as his tongue brushed against the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth to his. Viviane ran her hands down his strong chest, and his hands guided her mouth against his.

She backed him up against the bed until he was sitting down on the edge and she sat down on top of him, straddled between his legs. 

Kallias’ hands roamed her thighs and ran along her back, pushing her further against him.  She reached down to peel of his shirt, pulling back from the kiss to enjoy the view. 

As he played with the ties on the back of her own dress, Viviane ran her fingers along the waist band of his pants.  Playfully tugging the band there and running her fingers along him.  She nipped at his ear and kissed his neck and Kallias let out a groan that made heat pool in her core.

Once the laces of her dress were undone and the dress was off, Kallias let his fingers softly brush her skin as he took her in, then flipped them over so that she was pinned beneath him.

Viviane reached between her to undo to lace of his pants where he was straining and made quick work of pulling them off and tossing them to the side of the bed.

He kissed a path down from her jaw, to her neck, then her collarbone, kissing down the valley of her chest before he took one of her nipples in his mouth. She sighed at the feeling on his mouth on her and threaded her fingers through his soft white hair. His other hand was massaging her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. Viviane’s breathing spiked and became heavier, and just as she let out a moan, he moved from her breast and traveled lower down her body. He kissed down the planes of her stomach before resting in between her legs. He looked up at her and placed a tantalizing kiss at the apex of her thighs.

He kissed the inside of her thighs as he slowly pulled off her undergarments,  then he brushed his tongue through her center and Viviane let out quiet moan.

His strong hands wrapped around her hips to keep her pinned in place, to stop her from squirming so much.  She moaned again as she tried to grind against his mouth, helpless to the pleasure of him tasting her.  Viviane couldn’t form thoughts, every sense in her body focused on her husband between her legs. When she gasped for a breath, her chest rising rapidly, he looked up at her from between her thighs.  The sight practically unhinged her right there.

She tangled her hands in his hair and he growled against her center.   Her breathing was fast and uneven and she was close, so close.   She told him as much.

“Kallias-,” Viviane covered her mouth, searching for something to hold onto because she was very near to falling off the edge of the world.

Kallias gripped her hand by her side and interlaced their fingers as he worked his tongue faster before sending her over the edge, her breathing coming in short gasps before she let out a deep moan.

Before her breathing could slow she reached for him and pulled him towards her.

As Kallias again came over her he kissed her neck, biting the skin there softly, and making sure to leave marks behind.  Viviane hoped her left marks, wanted him too.  She wanted them to last for days because she never wanted to forget this moment.

Kallias wasted no time in nudging her legs further apart and thrusting into her.

She was dripping for him, and when he began to move something clicked into place. She kissed him again and again as he moved in and out of her.

“Mine,” she growled, nipping at his bottom lip. “My mate.” Kallias smile was wicked as he pulled back slightly to run a broad hand from her throat down to her thighs, then back up to reach for her hand as he kissed their entwined hands.

His pace became quicker and their breathing faster, even as his hands were gentle with her, would always be gentle with her, would always love her-

Viviane moved her hips in time with his, grinding against him and making Kallias hiss in pleasure.  She kissed him over and over and both of their bodies became slick with sweat.  Every inch of Viviane tightened and her control broke as he whispered into her soul, along that mate bond that shown so bright and clearly now, “I love you.”

His name feel from her mouth as she climaxed. Over and over she breathed,

Kallias, Kallias, Kallias,

As release tore through her body again, she brought Kallias with her.

Silence fell, interrupted only by their panting breaths.  Viviane took her mates face between her hands and made him look at her.  His eyes were sparkling blue, like ice chips hewn from a glacier.

Viviane smiled at Kallias as she let the mating bond pull between them.


Both of them laid there, lazily touching each other, wrapped in each others arms.

Kallias laid there as Viviane kissed the base of his throat. “I’ll be right back.” she whispered against his skin.  He whined at the loss her warmth and reached out an arm to follow her.

He watched Viviane disappear in the closet momentarily before returning with a box in her hands.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and he sat up a bit more as well.  She was still blissfully naked and he admired her once more.  Love for his mate soared through his chest at the sight of her in his room, a slight smile on her lips.

She opened the box and a beautiful crown of ice was held before him. 

His crown.

The one he had worn under the mountain was not his true one, he had left it back at the palace that day.  Viviane, it seemed, had taken care of it, for it sparkled under the dim lighting of the room.

She shifted closer and brushed down some of his hair that she had misplace.  He smiled at the memory, and then she placed the diamond and ice crown atop his head and kissed his lips once before pulling back.

She looked on at him in loving admiration, he pulled her closer to him and leaned her back on the bed again and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for taking care of it for me.” he gae her a roguish grin.

Kallias leaned in to kiss her neck, Viviane laughing beneath him as he did.  Kallias took the crown from off his head and placed it above her own.

Viviane stopped laughing as his crown perched precariously atop her white hair. She looked like a queen.

“What?” she asked when she noticed his gaze. 

“I want you to wear my crown.” he told her, wickedness sliding into his voice.  “Only the crown.”

Viviane smiled and he leaned in smoothly to brush a kiss to her lips and pressed her back against the soft pillows…


I swear these fae males and their crowns^^ Rhys first, now Kallias, send help, I love them all so much! ;)

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Can someone show me where the male gaze is used in Man of Steel and Batman v Superman? I keep trying to thing of where it might be hiding, but I just can’t find it.

Like, take Lois’ bathtub scene, right? She’s curled up into a ball (after all that stress I don’t blame her) and the most we see of her above the water are her shoulders and collarbone area (along with her knees). Not once does the camera or Clark try to sneak a peak: they both focus on Lois’ face. We don’t even get a POV shot from behind her head to show her looking up at Clark. It would have been an easy way to show more of her bare back, but that never happens.

There’s no male gaze at play there, so where is it? Can someone tell me?

if you’re ready, ch 1 (a klance fic)

words: 2.2k
read it on AO3!
teaser:

“Why was I wearing a wedding veil?” Lance asks, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Oh wait..wait, shit! Shit! Did I marry a hot babe last night? Talk about a wild birthday!” Lance crows, waving his arms with glee.

“No,” says Keith. “You married me.”

In which the paladins visit Las Vegas for Lance’s 21st birthday, Keith and Lance get married, Allura goes missing, Pidge gets arrested, and Shiro goes to the spa.


a/n: I have no explanation for this other than the fact that I was listening to Marry You by Bruno Mars on the radio and this idea struck me like a bolt of lightning. And it’s going to be a wild ride, friends. Enjoy!

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Across the Stars, Chapter 8

Prologue   Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7

AN: IT’S A DAY LATE! Sorry. I had a migraine and couldn’t look at my computer screen without wanting to puke. BUT. ON THE UPSIDE. I may or may not have started Outlander and I’m already in love with Jamie Fraser like you guys holy crap there is a good reason SJM is obsessed with this show <3 THINGS ARE PICKING UP. Also, there are not three trials. I felt like that would be strange in a modern setting. But I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

Feyre obeyed and went completely still, but her assailant pressed the knife closer to her throat anyway. She hissed under her breath as she felt the blade cut into her skin, felt blood trickle down her neck and follow the shape of her collarbones.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in Tamlin’s apartment?”

Feyre was silent.

Her attacker had his hand cupped around the back of her neck and he squeezed tighter, his rancid breath nearly forcing a gag from her. “Are you the one he wouldn’t tell us about?” He dragged his hand from her neck to rest on the small of her back. “Hm? We found some pretty little lace things in his drawers and unless he and Lucien are into that sort of thing…we figured he might have found a girl.”

Feyre clamped down on her tongue, afraid to swallow, afraid the knife would cut her neck even further. “Would you take me to him if I was?”

The man holding her chuckled darkly. “Perhaps.”

Feyre didn’t see the hilt of the knife before he slammed it into the back of her head.


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#victuuriweek

title:  in these moments, i give myself (my heart) to you

prompt:  day seven: endings, victor: promises

rating: not applicable (aka general audiences)

warnings: not applicable (aka not any)

summary: the grand prix final is over, yuri and victor have both come to their decisions about the future, and now victor has one more thing to ask of yuuri. 

link to ao3: link

“please promise me you’ll never do that to me again.”

yuuri turns around from where he’s changing out of his costume and into casual clothes, and looks at him.

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A couple of things I want to discuss

Since May is mental health awareness month, I thought it would be a perfect time to talk about some things concerning me. If you want to provide a counter-argument, please be kind and respectful, I’m not in the mood for jerks.


1. Fidget spinners and fidget cubes

Fidget products are designed to help people with autism, Adhd/Add, anxiety, and other neurodivergent groups focus and/or calm down. They people who invented them specifically made them to benefit us, the neurodivergent community, designing the gadget to stimulate a disorder’s symptoms. These are not toys. If you do not have a mental illness, but would like a fidget spinner or cube for stress, make sure we get ours first then go for it. If you want one for fun, remember that they are not toys and they serve a purpose besides entertainment.

2. The stim community

There are a couple of issues that I’m having with the stim community the way it is now. Stim blogs are supposed to function as a place where anybody who stims can come to and, well, stim. I don’t understand why people are adding “before you follow”s to their blog that list every belief they have, and if you don’t agree, don’t interact. I can respect if a user doesn’t want a certain community to follow because it might trigger them, but with that aside, the stim community shouldn’t be a platform for politics. 

Another issue concerning me is how stimming is interpreted. I feel like “stimming” and “oddly satisfying” are beginning to merge, and that shouldn’t be happening. They can be stimmy, but glitter and slime are now what stimming is. Hand flapping, collarbone tapping, rocking, and chewing on things are stims. Rolling a marble around your thumb, feeling a texture, and even typing are stims. Stimming isn’t just watching people mix paint or hearing rain fall. Stimming is more than looking at something that has a great aesthetic value.


If anybody wants to talk to me about this, or provide extra information, please do it in a respectful and kind manner. I don’t have to time to deal with people who are going to call me an idiot and scream at me.

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@imagine-2d I did it, I did the sin which isn’t actually sin at all, I’m just a pussy when I should have been writing about the failures of the League of Nations fuck me

Also I totally have a thing for 2D with a tongue piercing


Things happen, sometimes, completely without reason or provocation, and with no clear path backwards or forwards from that point.

This was definitely one of those times.

You had been beckoned by the familiar stranger, a man you’d only ever seen on stage, on YouTube videos, on TV, answering a pull that was more primal and had nothing and everything to do with the alcohol in your system. His arm slung lazily around your waist, his eyes on your low cut top, he had given the bouncer a quick grin as he followed his bandmates into the VIP section of the club.

“She’s with me,” was all he said as the bouncer stepped forward to stop you. It made your heart race.

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Domestic Bliss

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader
Summary: Percival and the reader are a married couple, trying to juggle intimacy and parenthood.
Warnings: yeah there’s smut, I’m not sorry

A/N: Here it is, my first attempt at smut, and of course it’s going to be Percival because damn that suit, that undercut, that everything. So yeah, let me know what you think, if it’s any good, whatever. Inbox is open for requests etc. (though probably not more smut for a while bc this took ages and I have exams to study for)

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A Thousand Years

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

Words: 2083

Dedicated to: Vika, because you’re the main source of all the angsty headcanons and you brought that on yourself with all the sad music you’ve given me. Always here to brighten your evening. 

A/N: inspired at midnight by Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years. I’ve definitely listened too much to this song, but it’s so atmospheric I just can’t help myself, not really. This one is kind of angsty, I guess? Read while listening to the song for the best impact. Sorry for shitty formatting and possible typos, it’s like 3 am over here. The idea just struck me down and I’m trying to drag everyone with me, senpai being the first in line. I’m going to make a full-sized fic out of this once, or even a series. But for now, enjoy!


Oikawa puts the disk into the DVDs with a robotic movement, his hands shaking nevertheless. He turns the program on, quickly clicking the necessary settings. His fingers feel cold and numb, his chest empty, as if his heart was ripped out of it, leaving a huge hole, not meant to be mended.

Am I really going to do this?

He knows that he is, he doesn’t have any choice. Oikawa’s mind refuses to acknowledge it, though. Denies the fact that the disk is already in the player, that the program is about to open and the video is about to load, headphones on his head. It can’t be, and yet it is. His heart misses a beat, as if mocking him cruelly.

Who would’ve thought it’d end up this way, huh? 

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Apologetic Romance.

A/N: okay, so this is another story from the Joker’s and Harley’s daughter. she is still referred to as “J.” I decided to write this from Jaileen’s perspective, which is 1st person(clearlyyyy), but as if she was telling the story, if that makes any sense at all haha. so I hope that’s alright. anyway, hope you enjoy. let me know what you think. should I turn this into some type of series where’s it’s just a different story each time I write one with them? let me know, let me knooowww. (:

Requested By: Anonymous.

Warnings: swearing, smut, gets pretty gory towards the end soooo yeah.

Summary: Jaileen falls for one of her father’s henchmen.

S/N: it gets pretty dark towards the end. just a heads up.

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ever since I found out what love was, I’ve always wanted it. I was so young when Harley told me what it was, what it was like, and how it felt. she told me everything there was to know about love. or so I thought. she never told me it can hurt. I had to find out the hard way. I think she just didn’t want to crush my dreams, knowing how she was. I could never talk to Mr. J about this. he’s too scared to even say he loves us back. but I know he does. he’s not as big and bad as he claims to be. anyway, a little girl should always be able to depend on her father but apparently that’s not how it was meant to be for me. he’s broken my heart many times but none of them felt the way it did when he broke it. him.

he was my first everything. my first love. my first kiss. i gave myself to him. I probably sound like a prude but my parents were strict. specially with boys. he was great.

of course he was older but I didn’t care.

it all started when we were all having dinner. Mr. J, his henchmen, Harley and I. I was so confused as to why we were all eating together but I didn’t bother to ask. didn’t wanna upset the “boss.”

it was awkward at first since no one was really talking. but then I saw him. I noticed that he was a new one since he was really nervous around Mr. J. but mostly because I’ve never seen his face before. I observed him some more. he noticed and got more nervous. I smirked. I was 15 at the time. he was 19. probably the youngest henchman Mr. J’s ever had.

as soon as I smirked, he smiled back. he still seemed uneasy but I don’t really blame him.

Mr. J finally decided to speak.

“i have business to take care of at the club tonight. I want both of my girls looking good. I bought you guys a couple of dresses, pick out the one you like after dinner.” he said straightforwardly.

Harley squealed and clapped as soon as he said he got us dresses. I just nodded. it was nothing new. same old, same old.

“anything for you, my love.” Harley said.

“can I stay home tonight?” I casually blurted out without thinking. I instantly regretted it.

Mr. J paused. I saw Harley pause with a grimace.

“J, darling, are you trying to embarrass me?” Mr. J asked slow and steady.

“No, boss.” I replied as I rolled my eyes.

“good. you better not be. you will be coming with us. I need you two tonight.”

“why?” I asked.

“yours is not to wonder why, yours is to do or die!” Mr. J snapped as he cackled.

I rolled my eyes once again.

“aaaaallright, may I be excused?” I asked annoyed.

“sure, honey.” Harley said.

Mr. J glared at Harley as she gave me permission but she just smiled at him which ended up making him smile. weirdos. actually, more like psychos.

I got up and walked in a very provocative strut, making sure his new employee saw me. he noticed and couldn’t take his eyes off of me. I smirked as I looked over my shoulder to him. I walked up the stairs and into my room.

I threw myself on the bed and deeply sighed. just one look and I already had a crush on him. I kept thinking about him and when I did, I smiled. I didn’t even know his name yet. in that moment I knew, I needed to do more than just strut to get his attention.

i bit my lip as I thought about what to do and then I got it.

I decided to get up and go through the dresses mr. j got me. they were all cocktail dresses which made me sigh.

I picked out a dark purple one. it was made out of velvet fabric. it was low cut in the back with string crossed over and the front showed my collarbones and cleavage. the bottom was flared and it was above my knees. i decided to pair fishnets with this dress and put on my black heels that strap around my ankles.

I went to my vanity to start on my hair and makeup. I decided to go with light eyeshadow and a dark lip. I did my eyebrows and finished off with a white highlight. I started curling my dark green hair. it took an hour but I was finally done. I took out my black choker that had my initial on it and put it on. the “J” hung over the hollow part of my collarbone.

I took one good look at myself in the full length mirror and I gave myself a look of approval. I didn’t even care that I might get scolded for wearing a dress this short. my body wasn’t fully developed but I did have one hell of a body for a 15 year old.

the dress was perfect. the only thing that I hated about this dress is that it showed the small “property of Mr. J” tattoo across my upper back. that was my first tattoo ever. I just covered it with my hair the best I could.

I walked out of my room and no one was in the hallway to my surprise. Mr. J always had henchmen act as guards to guard my bedroom door. they were all probably getting ready.

I walked downstairs and saw all of the Mr. J’s henchmen. they were all still sitting in the dining room. they looked as if they were waiting for someone. probably my parents. I walked past them into the kitchen and sat on a counter to wait with them.

as I walked by, I can see some of the men trying not to stare. Frost shook his head. I smirked.

I grabbed the nearest cereal box and starting eating out of it. Frost walked towards me.

“boss is going to kill you.” he blandly said.

I chuckled and acted like I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“it’s just cereal.” I said, throwing one up in the air to catch it with my mouth. I grinned.

“you know that’s not what I’m talking about.” his voice was stern.

I laughed once again. “please. I know exactly why Mr. J takes Harley and I to his beloved club. he uses us as bait. I’m just going with it.”

Frost shrugged. I continued to eat the cereal.

all of a sudden there was a thumping noise upstairs. we heard distant moans and laughing.

I groaned with disgust as soon as I realized it was my parents having sex.

Frost choked back a laugh at my reaction.

“okay, I’m gonna go to the garden. let me know when we’re about to leave.”

I hopped off the counter and put the cereal box in its rightful place.

i walked outside to the garden. I just stood there. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wanted to learn everything about him. his name. his likes. his dislikes. I didn’t see him looking at me when I walked down those stairs. I stood out there for about a good 30 mins. it was probably already midnight.

I heard footsteps behind me.

“are those filthy animals done?” I asked, thinking it was Frost. it was not.

“uh, if you’re talking about your parents, yes. they’re looking for you.” he nervously replied.

as soon as I realized it wasn’t Frost, I snapped my head towards him. he was so gorgeous.

“oh, shit. sorry, I thought you were Frost.” I chuckled. “you’re my dad’s new employee, aren’t you?”

he nodded, as he looked back nervously.

“don’t worry, they can wait.” I assured him.

I tilted my head to the side as I observed him. “what’s your name?” I hesitantly asked.

“uh, Landon.”

Landon.

“can we just go inside now? the boss and ms. Quinn asked me to come get you and to hurry.”

I snapped out of my thoughts.

“oh, uh, yeah.”

we walked into the house.

i thought my parents were going to give me shit about my outfit, but because my theory was correct, about mr. j using us as bait, they thought it was perfect.

Boss didn’t really pay attention to me. Harley over exaggerated with her reaction.

“you look gorgeous, cupcake!” Harley came and gave me a big smooch on my forehead. i groaned softly.

“thanks, mom. you do too.” I replied. I genuinely meant it. she was beautiful.

Mr. J was going over some blue prints with his henchmen, which made me slightly frustrated because I wanted to leave already.

“can we go now?” I asked.

“patience, pumpkin.” he snapped.

“hmm, not likely, seeing as I’m your daughter. let’s go.” I snapped back.

Mr. J laughed.

what was so amusing?

his mood then shifted. in a blink of an eye, he put his hand around my throat and slammed me against the wall. I grunted.

“now you listen to me, little girl.” he said, as his grip tightened. I can see Harley getting worried from the corner of my eye. it was getting hard for me to breathe.

“P-Puddin'—”

“shut up, Harley!” he shouted. his attention came back to me.

“you will change your attitude. you will not speak until we get to the club. you are not to leave mine or Harley’s sight. you disobey, you get punished. got it?”

I was starting to see black spots. I didn’t really pay attention to him. I just nodded.

“good.” he whispered.

as soon as he let my throat go, I wheezed as I was trying to catch some air. I felt light headed. we hadn’t even gotten to the club and he already ruined my whole night. the henchmen, including Landon, saw what happened. perfect.

Mr. J ordered Frost to bring the car around and had his henchmen follow us. after he nearly killed me, I didn’t say a word.

in the car, Mr. J kept trying to put his arm around me. I just shrugged it off. he did this occasionally. I just kept removing it.

we got to the club. I walked out of the car, disobeying orders. I walked in the club, getting lost in the crowd.

it was packed.

I didn’t see them get out of the car but I’m pretty sure they did. he probably already had most of his henchmen looking for me. shouldn’t be long before I run into one of them.

I went all the way in the back, where the sex rooms were. it was pretty intense in there but that would be the last place they’d look in. I went into an empty room and put a “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob. I didn’t close it all the way.

I sat on the bed and pulled my phone out of my thigh holster since it was going off like crazy. I kept getting texts from J, Frost, and Harley. I ignored all of them and went through my social media.

I was there for a good hour until some drunk guy came by the room. apparently it was his usual room.

he sat next to me.

“hey, sexy. looking for a good time?” he slurred, as he slipped a couple of hundred bills into my hand.

“what the fuck?” I shouted, shoving him away from me.

he was about to kiss my neck when one of my dad’s henchmen pulled him away. it was Landon.

“hey, asshole.” he shouted at him before he knocked him out cold.

he yanked me off the bed and pulled me close to him.

he walked me out of the room, putting his hand at the small of my back.

he took me outside before he took me to mr. j.

“what the hell were you thinking?!” he shouted.

“I-I don’t know. I was just hiding and he just came up to me.” I responded.

“your father turned to me and Frost and ordered us to look for you. who knows what he would’ve done to me if he found out something happened to you because I didn’t find you soon enough.” he said, genuinely worried.

“I’m already gonna get lectured by Mr. J. I don’t need it from you. I could’ve handled myself back there, I didn’t need you—”

“oh, really? were you armed?”

then I realized that I wasn’t.

he was panting. he looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

“okay, could you just relax?” I said, trying to calm him down.

“no, I can’t. let’s just go inside so I can take you to your parents.”

he said opening the door for me. I walked in with him. I tried to make a run for it but he caught my arm.

“not so fast.”

he dragged me by grabbing my arm. he brought me to the VIP section where everyone was.

“found her. she was hiding in the, uh, intimacy rooms.”

I snickered. “can’t even say sex.”

“oh, you’re not gonna be laughing once I’m done with you.” Mr. J growled. “sit down. my 3 o’ clock is about to come in any second.”

3 am that was.

Landon forced me to sit down next to Harley by pushing me down.

rude. he wasn’t acting like that earlier.

I deeply sighed as I thought about my punishment.

Harley calmed me by caressing my hair and arm.

no matter what I did, Harley was always there for me. I love her so much.

“Harley, he’s about to walk in. get into your place.” Mr. J said in a stern voice.

“yes, Puddin’.” my mom responded.

she gave me a kiss and then went to give Mr. J a kiss. he growled.

she went into a strippers cage and started dancing.

I rolled my eyes once I knew how this was gonna go.

you.

Mr. J snapped me out of my thoughts.

“you stay there. you move an inch, your punishment will be twice as bad.”

I sighed and glared at him.

he kept his focus on Harley. the sexual tension made me super uncomfortable.

I glanced towards Frost and he just nodded, as if saying just go with it.

I took my phone out again and started using it like I was back in the room.

a man with piercings and tattoos walked in. he was muscular and had shades on.

he held his hand out.

that’s when Frost stopped him.

“he don’t shake hands. take a seat. have a drink.”

the man sat down in front of my father. he took off his shades and started talking business.

by then Frost had been already sitting next to me.

I was bored. I wasn’t paying attention to what was happening.

this guy’s making Mr. J money, blah blah, Mr. J likes his intensity, blah blah.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about Landon. they way he grabbed me back there in the rooms. he was sweet but his mood all of a sudden shifted.

I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as the man pointed at me.

“she yours too?”

“define yours.” Mr. J cackled.

he was looking at me weird. the way the drunk man was looking at me.

Mr. J observed his vibes.

“damn. got two bad bitches.”

triggered.

Mr. J’s facial expression turned into a serious one.

“you want her?” he laughed. “she’s all yours! J, darling, come here.”

he held out his hand. I got up and took it.

“here,” he said, pushing me to his direction. “you now belong to this handsome.. honka, honka!” he grinned.

I looked at him and played along.

I giggled and sat on his lap. I planted a kiss on his cheek.

“you want me? I’m all yours.” I began to kiss him all over. the man let out a soft, pleasurable groan.

I saw Landon getting uncomfortable.

I can tell Mr. J was getting mad by his heavy breathing.

“I don’t want no beef, man.”

Mr. J let out his infamous laugh.

“no? well…” he paused. in a blink of an eye, he took out his gun and shot the man in the head.

I instantly got up when Mr. J killed him.

“the plan got ruined thanks to you!” he scolded me.

“what the hell did I do?!” I asked. “I was just going with it!”

he raised his hand at me. I flinched, but felt nothing.

“what happened?” Harley asked approaching us.

“Monster T wanted this ugly mess instead of you.” Mr. J growled.

I felt a little sting somewhere inside my chest when he said that.

“Mr. J! our baby is not ugly. she’s gorgeous. I don’t blame him.” she said, putting both her hands on my face to observe me. I pushed her away.

“let’s go.” he snarled as he put his blazer back on and left the VIP section.

Harley pouted but followed him.

I scoffed and followed both of them. soon I realized, I was pouting too. the more I tried not to act like my parents, the more I did. I hated it.

on the way back, all I thought about was Landon. that’s all I could ever think about at the moment. I couldn’t stop. I started to frustrate myself.

the ride home was silent. mom would try to cheer dad up occasionally but he would just end up yelling at her.

we got home and I stormed out of the car.

I ran upstairs and threw myself on the bed. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I fell asleep as soon as I let my body hit my bed.

———————————————

I woke up. I felt really dizzy and my teeth were hurting. really bad. they felt weird.

I was in the medical room of our mansion. we’d only go here if we’re horribly injured. did I hurt myself in my sleep?

I still felt a little drowsy so I didn’t bother getting up.

the next minute, Mr. J barged into the room.

“ooooh, you’re awake now. I’m so excited for you to see my… masterpiece.” he laughed.

“..h-huh?”

his voice echoed and sounded distorted.

“oh, the anesthetic hasn’t completely worn off.” he said, disappointed.

he walked towards me and slapped my face lightly a couple of times.

I groaned but that didn’t stop him. my vision was less blurry now. the pain felt more intense now.

“ah, that’s better.” he said, pulling me into a sitting position by my arm. I groaned once more.

I felt like I was going to throw up. what had he done to me?

“w-what did you do?” I managed to slur out. “where’s m-mom?”

“I just added something to your appearance. something so you can look less like Harley, and… more like me.” he grinned. “did you think I forgot about your punishment?”

he handed me a mirror to look at myself. at first I was confused. nothing had changed.

“smile for me, princess.” he cackled.

you didn’t. I thought. I started to panic.

I opened my mouth and saw that my bottom teeth were all gold. he had given me a grill.

“what the fuck? ow!” they hurt really bad. the idiot probably did it wrong. I was about to have a fit.

Mr. J noticed my heavy breathing.

“now, before you throw a tantrum, I gotta make a few adjustments—”

I smacked the dental instrument he had out of his hand and hopped off the medical table.

“MOOOOOOM!” I screeched.

I ran down the stairs before Mr. J hit me for smacking the instrument out of his hand. I was furious. every single one of my dad’s henchmen were downstairs in the dining room doing who knows what but I didn’t care.

“yes, baby?” my mom was completely calm. she was sitting down on the table with the guys, sipping on an espresso.

“did you see what mistah j did to me?!” I shouted. I was fighting back the tears.

“aw, sweetie, I think it looks cute on you!” she replied, getting up to place a kiss on my forehead.

“are you serious?! you’re just not gonna say anything to him?!” I shouted.

“well, you did disobey last night. if you ask me, this doesn’t seem much like a punishment.” she said as she put my hair behind my ear.

I was done. I smacked her hand away and screamed.

I tried to storm out of the room, like always, but mr. j was in the doorway.

my eyes widened as I saw him and I ran to hide behind my mom.

“who the fuck do you think you are, Jaileen?!” he followed, furious.

“mom!—”

“alright, alright!” Harley sternly said as she kept us apart. “you guys have been fightin’ for the last couple of days. can’t we all just get along?”

Mr. J and I just glared at each other.

“I could never get along with that monster. you should’ve gotten an abortion while you still could, Harley.” mr j said in his low tone.

I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I began to bawl my eyes out.

“no, baby, he doesn’t mean that!” Harley shouted at me as I ran to my room.

again, all of his henchmen saw everything.

when I went to my room, I was crying really hard. he never wanted me. I was probably useful at times but he hates me.

I stayed in my room for hours. Harley came up occasionally to check on me. I would just tell her to go away. I heard them arguing a couple of times too.

my teeth still hurt.

Harley came up one last time.

“Jaileen, baby?” her soft voice said.

“mom, I said go away.”

“I know, sweetie, but I just came to tell you that we’re leavin’. if you want to come, you’re more than welcome to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“oh, o-okay, hon, Frost will watch you while we’re gone. love you.”

then she walked away.

10 mins later, another person knocked. I thought it was my mom again.

“I said I don’t want to go!”

“uh, sorry, it’s Landon.”

I wiped my tears and got up to open the door. he had green roses. they were painted.

“these are for you.”

I grabbed them and tossed them to my bed.

“from?”

“your father.”

I rolled my eyes. “can’t apologize himself? pussy.”

I walked over to my bed and threw myself on it.

“so, I wanted to apologize for last night. my mood swings.”

“it’s fine.” I said.

“no, really. I’m sorry. I just have this thing where I can’t control my emotions and it gets messy.”

“oh.” his mood swings were the last thing on my mind.

“well, I better get goi—”

“Landon, do you think I’m ugly? you know.. like my dad says.”

“I can’t really answer that..”

I sat up. “it’s because you think I am.”

“what? no! I-I..”

I began to cry again. it wasn’t real though. I was trying to get him to console me and tell him I’m pretty.

“oh, no, don’t cry.. J, you’re beautiful.”

I looked at him with my bloodshot eyes. “you don’t mean that.”

he sat beside me. he wiped away my tears. “you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I wouldn’t lie to you about that. you really are beautiful. every time I look at you, you have me hypnotized.”

I stared at him. I can tell he wanted to kiss me. obviously, he wasn’t going to make the first move so I leaned in to kiss him. he kissed me back. we kept going back and forth for a while. I ended up getting on top, straddling him. his hands were all over me. my jaw still hurt.

after a good 10 minutes of making out, Frost knocked on my door. we both freaked out and pulled away from each other.

“uh, Jaileen?” Frost said from the other side of the door.

“wait, Frost, don’t come in! I’m, uh, changing.” I said, trying to let my anxiety show through my voice.

“alright.” Frost responded.

I put Landon in my bathroom so Frost wouldn’t see him and tell mr. j.

“okay, I’m decent.” I said.

Frost walked in. it looked like he was looking for something.

“you okay?” he asked.

“yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I chuckled.

“some of the other men said they heard a noise in here. know anything about that?”

“well it’s just me, Frost. nothing to worry about.”

Frost wasn’t being fooled but he let it go.

“alright. I’m gonna be checking in every 20 minutes then. goodnight.”

then he walked out. I sneaked Landon out of my room. Frost then did come to check on me every 20 minutes.

I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. it was amazing. i kept asking myself if this is what love felt like. what I didn’t know was that I was in for a crazy ride.

———————————————

it had been two months and we continued to sneak around. all we did was kiss. we never did get past second base until my birthday.

I was turning 16 so evidently, Mr. J and Harley made it a big deal and threw me a huge party with the rest of the members from the underworld.

I will admit, it was nice but I didn’t want a huge party. I’m still forever grateful.

then when it came to past midnight, Mr. J had to work. obviously. since it was my birthday, they let me stay home. of course, they ordered Frost and other main henchmen to look after me. Landon became one of them when he proved himself to Mr. J.

when my parents left and all the other henchmen were distracted, Landon sneaked into my room.

we were just kissing at first, but I felt his bulge when I was straddling him and instantly got wet.

it wasn’t planned but it happened.

he took off his blazer as I loosened his tie.

we never broke apart of our kiss.

I took off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. I went all the way down to his pants to start on them too. he had already ripped off my underwear at that point. I still had my skirt on though. he took my shirt off as I played with his member. I didn’t really know what I was doing at the time but he wasn’t complaining. he lifted my skirt, then placed one of his hands on my waist and slowly placed himself inside me. I whimpered as I felt the pain. it hurt the first few strokes, but then it slowly started feeing great. our breaths were short and ragged. both of our moans were muffled since we couldn’t really be loud. I was close to reaching my climax and I could tell he was too. he kept going and rubbed my clit at the same time. I let my my head fall back as I came. he kept stroking himself inside me until he came too. he pulled out since he didn’t have a condom on. he made a mess all over me and himself, which made me laugh. I kissed him again before getting off of him. I noticed his dick was bloody and kinda freaked out. I kept apologizing to him but he said it was okay.

i tried to get him to sleep with me but he wouldn’t. he was too scared of getting caught. he cleaned up and got dressed and I did the same. it was about 6 am when I sneaked him out of my room. I didn’t bother sleeping that night. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

a few more months went by, and we kept sneaking around, but it got more intimate each month. I had begun to fall in love with him. I didn’t know how he felt about me though. I assumed he felt the same. that was until we had dinner together again. all of us. Mr. J, Harley, Henchmen, and I. I was confused, once again. didn’t ask though. then Mr. J suddenly got up.

“I’d like to make a toast, to Landon. my newest henchman. congratulations on the engagement.” Mr. J laughed. Harley joined in.

they all toasted as my heart broke into a million pieces. I didn’t know what to feel. I saw him cringe when he saw my reaction. I tried acting normal but I was breaking down.

“you okay, honey?” Harley asked.

“I don’t feel too well.” I managed to say without my voice breaking.

he had a girlfriend? this whole time?! and now he–he’s engaged?!

I kept asking myself these things in my head. I was on the verge of tears.

“if you need to be excused, you can be, baby.” Harley said as she put her hand on my shoulder.

I grabbed her hand and then ran upstairs. i shut my door and sobbed. I’ve never cried so hard.

why would he do this to me?! he said he loved me! he said he cared about me! he said I was beautiful!

I was having a huge mental breakdown.

after hours of sobbing I fell asleep. I was awoken by a knock at my door.

“sweetie?” it was Harley. it always was. Mr. J didn’t give a rat’s ass about me.

“yeah, mom?” my voice was hoarse.

“can I come in?”

“yeah.”

she came in and sat beside me.

“what’s goin’ on with you? you’ve been actin’ different..” she said as she stroke my hair.

“nothing, I’m just.. I’m on my period.”

“aw. my sweet baby. you’re growin’ up so fast.”

“mom, I’ve had my period for a few years now…” I awkwardly say.

“I know..” she sadly says. “if there’s anything you want to talk about, you know you can always come to me. okay?”

“yeah, thanks.” I said.

she gave me a kiss on the cheek and was about to walk out.

“oh! I forgot. your father and I have a little "mission” we need to do. you comin’?“ Harley hesitantly asked.

"no, I have terrible cramps.” I faked a pained voice.

“hmm. alright then. don’t wait up.” she smiled.

then she left.

a few hours past again and there was a familiar knock at my door.

I opened it. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“J, let me explain—”

“explain what?! that you’ve been lying to me?!” I said, tears coming out my eyes again.

“I’m sorry. I really did try to stop this but, I don’t know..”

“so you just decided to lead me on?! how long have you had a girlfriend?!”

“..for two years.” he hesitantly responded.

“are you fucking kidding me?!” I began to sob.

“Jaileen, I’m sorry…” he tried to get close to me but i didn’t let myself.

“no! get the fuck away from me.” i growled.

there was silence for a few minutes.

“you said you loved me..” i sobbed. “was that a lie?” I sighed.

“I told you what you wanted to hear. I just wanted you to be happy—”

“WELL DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM FUCKING HAPPY, LANDON?!” I screamed. I didn’t care who heard us anymore.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” I cried harder.

“can I just explain myself? you don’t have to forgive me.”

“no, fuck off.” I sniffled.

he decided to tell me anyway. “she’s pregnant. I thought it was the responsible thing to do. to ask her to marry me.”

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, LANDON?! WHAT IF I GOT PREGNANT?! WOULD YOU MARRY ME?! TO BE A RESPONSIBLE ADULT?!” I shouted.

“no.. you’re father would kill me..”

I forced a chuckle between my sobs. “you’re no responsible adult. what kind of responsible fucking adult would have an affair with a sixteen year old?” I sniffled.

he just looked at me.

I scoffed and sobbed. “do you love her?”

he stood quiet again.

“don’t bullshit me with the pregnancy. you love her.” I sniffled.

“I’m sorry, Jaileen. I really do care about you—”

I grabbed the nearest thing to me, which was a vase and threw it at him. “BULLSHIT.” I sobbed. I completely missed but he got how upset i was.

Frost appeared at the door as soon as I threw the vase. he knocked.

“Jaileen, everything all right?”

“go away, frost!” I screamed.

he didn’t leave. he stood behind the door.

I began to cry again.

“J..” Landon sympathetically said.

“you were my first everything… yo—you were suppose to be the good guy…” I sobbed.

“please, don’t do this..”

then I shoved Landon.

“J, stop..”

“get the fuck out. I never want to see you again.” I said.

“J, please.”

“GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!” I cried.

he put his hand up in the surrender gesture and left. I slammed the door behind him. I leaned on it with my back and slid down to bury my face into my knees and sob.

a few minutes, Frost knocked at my door again.

“Miss J, I’m coming in.”

I moved away from the door to open it.

he took in my appearance. I was a mess. my hair was in a messy bun, not the good kind. I didn’t have any makeup on. I was in shorts and a tank.

“..what’s going on? why was Landon in here and why did he just leave?” he asked confused.

“leave me alone!” I shouted and slammed the door in his face.

I began to ruin the things in my room out of anger and sadness. I aggressively pushed all of the things off my dresser and flipped my mattress. I punched my mirror and the wall. the shards of glass cut my knuckles and the hard wall bruised them. I threw my lamps and flipped over my desk and vanity. I kicked and punched the wall a couple of more times before I started laughing hysterically.

“you messed with the wrong girl, Landon.” I said hyperventilating but laughing at the same time.

I had planned my revenge. I grabbed my custom gun that my dad got me and my knives. I was always better with knives. I got cleaned and dressed in all black. black sweater, zipped open with a sports bra underneath. black jeans. black boots. I redid my bun into a cute kind of messy and did my makeup natural. I wrapped the knives holster around my leg and put the gun inside my sweater.

I walked out of my room and saw that Frost was still by my door. he looked like he was contemplating whether to call my parents or not.

“Jaileen, you need to tell me what’s going on.” Frost suddenly said.

“why, nothing you have to worry about, Frosty.” I smiled. “i need to go take care of a problem. don’t wait up.” I say walking past him.

“whoa, J, you can’t go anywhere unsupervised.” Frost shouted after me.

“so come with me.” I said casually as I kept walking.

he followed outside. I got him to unlock his car so I can get in. he got into the drivers seat while I got in the back. I pulled out my phone and went through my social media.

“uh, J?”

“hmm?” I casually reply.

“where the fuck are we going?”

“Landon’s. you should know where that is.” I sternly say.

“uh, actually I don't—”

“WELL FIND OUT, FROSTY.” I shout.

he deeply sighed. he found out where he lived and drove us there.

when we arrived, he tried getting out with me.

“you better have a good explanation for this, Jaileen.” he said as he took off his seatbelt.

“uh, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked.

“I’m going with you—”

“no, you’re staying here. it’s gonna be quick. I’ll explain everything after, Frost. just trust me.”

he sighed, but gave in.

“fine. you’ve got 10 minutes.”

“20.” I protested.

“fine, but after that I’m coming in.”

i got out as soon as he said that.

the anger had returned. the sadness was all gone. at least for now. It was after midnight. I assumed they were asleep.

I broke into their house by shooting their lock. I slammed the door opened. the security alarm went off but I shot it to shut it up. suddenly, Landon came running down the stairs.

“what the—”

he was cut off by me shooting him in the leg. he cried out in pain as he fell down the rest of the stairs.

I laughed.

“where is she?” I asked, pointing my gun at him.

“who?!”

“YOU KNOW WHO!” I shot the floor to scare him.

“she’s not here!”

then I heard footsteps from upstairs.

I shot him again. in the same leg. he cried out again.

“HOW DARE YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME AGAIN?!” I yelled. “don’t move a fucking inch or I’ll fucking kill you.”

I went upstairs and saw his girlfriend hiding behind the wall before stairs. she tried running away but before she could, I tripped her. I laughed once more. “stupid bitch.” I grabbed her by her hair and threw her down the stairs. she cried out in pain as well. I heard something snap but I didn’t care.

I walked down the stairs and separated them since his girlfriend landed on him.

“you. you fucking bastard!” I said, fighting back the tears as I pointed my gun at him. “I fucking hate you!”

his girlfriend was still groaning in pain from a broken bone.

I began to laugh maniacally. “but now you’re going to pay.”

“J..” he managed to say. “please. I’m begging you. please, don’t do this.”

I walked towards the girl and took out one of my knives. “it’s already been done.” I chuckle. “does she know?”

“of course not!” he shouted.

I threw my knife at his arm. “don’t fucking YELL AT ME WHEN I HAVE A KNIFE! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

he cried out in pain.

the girl probably hit her head on her way down the stairs since she wasn’t very responsive.

“what’s her name?” I observed her.

he didn’t say anything.

“WHAT HER FUCKING NAME, LANDON?!”

“he—her name is Amanda.” he stuttered.

“Amanda?” I tried to wake her. I wanted her to know. I wanted her awake for my revenge.

she still wasn’t responding. I got frustrated and slapped her. “WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

she woke up. “w—who are you?! what are you doing in my house?!” she said in a pained tone.

I laughed. I took out another knife and put it against her neck. “tell her.”

“w—what?” Landon asked.

“TELL HER OR IM CUTTING HER HEAD OFF.” I yelled.

he hesitated, which made me dig the knife deeper. blood came rushing out of her neck. Amanda was crying.

“Mandy,” he began to speak slowly. “I have no idea what she’s talking about. she’s some crazy bitch I worked with. don’t listen to her.”

she nodded. I was shocked and heartbroken.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I shouted.

“she tried making moves on me but I rejected her. she grew obsessed.” he continued.

“he’s lying to you!” I sobbed. I didn’t even realize I was crying. “we kissed! we snuck around! we had sex!” I shouted. “he never told me about you!” I cried.

“don’t believe her, Mandy.”

Amanda seemed overwhelmed. she continued to whimper and cry.

“don’t worry, baby. we’ll get out of this alive.” he said.

“like hell you will!” I growled.

anger took over and allowed me stab Amanda.

“no!” Landon screamed.

“he’s a liar!” I screamed as I cried. I continued to stab her and scream. I stabbed her all over her body. mostly her small baby bump.

by this point, Landon was crying.

there was blood everywhere. all over me and the floor. Amanda was dead now.

suddenly the door opened. it was Frost. he opened his mouth in shock.

in his point of view, he saw me repeatedly stabbing a corpse in a puddle of blood while Landon watched. he was probably confused as hell.

“..J?” he asked calmly.

I didn’t pause. I kept stabbing Amanda.

“fucking bitch… fucking hate you… fuck your stupid baby…” I muttered between my sobs.

Frost finally walked over to me and pulled me away. he took my knife and threw it across the room. I saw Landon crawl over to the dead body. he was still crying.

Frost just held me. he was trying to calm me but it wasn’t working.

“he hurt me!” I sobbed.

“shh, J, shh.”

we repeated this dialogue until I stopped screaming. I began to hyperventilate.

“God damn it, what did you do?!” Landon cried. he was holding the dead body.

that was it for me.

I took out my gun again and shot him in the head.

and in that moment, when I was covered in his girlfriend’s blood and had just killed him, was when I realized that love can hurt. terribly.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! May I please have a 300 word drabble « Desire pulled my lips to yours. » with Kojuro? Thanks so much! Love your writing! <3

10. Betwixt

She is soft in ways that he has only ever been able to dream of in his youth; searching for this feeling of static beneath his fingers in a sea of bodies, when he was more reckless and prone to acting without thinking. But she provides this wholesomeness he’s never actually found before as her hands trail down his naked chest; her mouth only an agonizing breath away; her eyes exploring him. His hold around her waist tenses when her fingers trail against the nape of his neck, leaving a shiver in its wake. It almost infuriates him, the way she makes it seem like he’s never been touched before; and gods, he might as well have been starved of it his whole life if she can keep coaxing all these involuntary things out of him. The smile she offers in enigmatic, but knowing.

“Warring with the things you want again, are you?”

“A never-ending battle,” he admits, though his breath seems to hitch when her nails scratch lightly against his collarbone. “but you don’t have enough mercy in you to make it an easy victory.”

She laughs and Kojuro has to hold himself back from leaning in to steal it with his tongue. “It helps that desire is a powerful weapon at my side.”

“Desire,” he starts, almost more of a sigh than a statement, “has asked me to pull my lips to yours since you’ve done away with my robes.” Kojuro does move forward then, aching to claim that mouth of hers against his own. Her smile stays in tact, irritably so, and the both of them already know she’s won.

“Then why don’t you take a moment to hear that wicked thing out?” she asks, provoking. “I won’t stop you.”

She doesn’t have to ask him twice.

anonymous asked:

Heyo! Sorry... I am new here (and too shy to come off anon to thank you for the follow and apologize for my AWFUL content.) But I figured things might be a little lonely in the void so I brought some classical books. *sets down tote* Shakespeare, Poe, and the Fitzgerald's mostly.. But a few others.. Sorry... I am a classical nerd... And I guess I didn't know how to thank you really... So thank you. Really.

“Oh, darling… thank you. I love classical authors - they seem to have such an interesting insight on life… ”

He focuses on something in the distance, then snaps back to reality as a droplet of water splatters against his collarbones, a shiver running along his body. A smile drew his lips up, but the motion wasn’t present in his eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m here for all my kiddos… and anon is there for anyone who’s shy about themselves. Thank you for the books, kiddo.”

so I had a bad accident yesterday in which I got pretty injured and broke my wheelchair which like, oops but was kinda unavoidable and no one’s fault. we might be able to fix it so I can get medical attention for something that’s gone on with my neck/shoulder/collarbone in that whole thing, but we might have to have someone come out to repair it, which could cost a lot so in the event that happens I will let y'all know bc I kind of need this chair and can’t go out without it??? In the meantime if u wanna help out w/ food since I can’t buy groceries til this is fixed, my paypal is still paypal.me/lesbianlafayette

Virgin (Calum smut) DAY 18!

Summary/Request: CAN YOU DO AN IMAGINE WHERE NERD!CAL TELLS U HE’S A VIRGIN AND TELLS HE’S READY FOR IT AND U TWO HAVE SLOW SEX AND IT MAY NOT BE YOUR BEST SEX BUT YOU’RE SO HAPPY HE FELT AMAZING AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS pls give this to me

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: This is smut!

A/N: First time!Calum doesn’t seem to be around as much so I tried to do it as best I could! I hope you enjoy reading it! Check out Smutty September! 

Originally posted by mukenope

“My parents are out so I was thinking we could go back to mine and do something? Maybe watch a movie or order a pizza?” You suggest, rambling to your boyfriend as the both of you walk towards a car park.

“That sounds amazing, Y/N. When do they get back?”

With your hand laced into Calum’s warm palm, you’ve never felt so secure. 

The both of you met when you’d transferred into his school partway through the year. He was known as the quiet nerd with a small group of friends and not much of a social life whereas you’d developed a larger group of friends and got into the party scene. You’d been partnered together for a project and that was where it had all began, really.

“Tomorrow evening,” You say sweetly, leaning closer to his broad shoulders. Calum’s figure has always been something you’ve felt attracted to. It’s impossible not to, really. With his soft face, toned muscles and tall stature, it’s not hard for you to get lost in a world of fantasy, your dreams full of dirty thoughts.

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Aries  -  that feeling in the pit of your stomach might never go away, so remember what they say about keeping your enemies close, like the pillow you hug at night or the knife you keep in your boot.  

Taurus   -  some doors are meant to stay locked and some are not, and I wish I could tell you how to know the difference.  

Gemini  -  things take time whether you allow them to or not;  some flowers might bloom overnight, but there was so much growth that had to happen beforehand.

Cancer  -  your worry has you tricked into thinking it can see the future; your brain is always ten steps ahead of the present, but you have to remember that the worst case scenario is never set in stone.

Leo  -  it is true that there are snowstorms in your future, but cold nights are ahead for everyone; learn to save little bits of sunlight under your collarbones for the hardest days and remember to sit in the sun while it’s here.

Virgo  -  being perceptive is a tool, not a curse;  you can sense the change in someone’s mood like the subtlest shift of the weather before anyone else can, like a compass that will help you navigate any conversation.  

Libra  -  listen to the quiet more than you have been.  

Scorpio  -  not everything is fixable, and you can’t be everyone’s superglue.

Sagittarius  -  not every disagreement is a call to arms; let yourself rest every now and then.

Capricorn  -  you don’t need to be the center of the universe, you only have to be the center of yourself.

Aquarius  -  let summer skies finally bury the winter air that is still lingering behind your eyelids.

Pisces  -  people who are filled with poison are often decorated and disguised under soft colors and warm smiles; learn to see more than what they are showing you.

—  next week’s horoscope, maria s. 

anonymous asked:

How would post death Kyle react to his s/o being upset?

He wouldn’t completely understand why you’re mad for the first few moments. He’s try to be lovey dovey and then realize you are not having it. So he’d be sad and realize that something must be wrong.

He’d be softer in his touches, hesitant because he fears you might pull away. Then with puppy eyes, he’d nudge your shoulder with his head, then slide his mouth across your collarbone to pepper kisses. He’d try so desperately to make you happy again. Hand holding, longing gazes, your name mumbles softly.

There’s a lot of things he wants to say to you but can’t create the words, so he hopes that his physicality will be enough to let you know how much he cares.

EXO’s Reaction to Figuring Out You Have a Specific Kink *As Requested*

PLEASE READ: This might get a little bit provacative, and if you aren’t into reading smut or anything smut related then please don’t read this reaction. Thank you~

Junmyeon // Suho

Junmyeon would totally be into the idea of you having a kink of calling him daddy in bed, just because he felt it only suitable for you to call him such a title while having such an intimate time together. He would like the feeling of being the dominate one out of the two of you, though he would have his moments when he would like you to be on top as well.

Originally posted by tendressbaiserss

Kyungsoo // D.O

Kyungsoo would be a little surprised to hear that you had a secret little kink that you hadn’t been telling him about but he was excited to hear what it was. When you told him that you had a kink of him touching your stomach and thighs he would definitely take advantage of this to tease you a lot even when out in public sometimes, by wrapping his arms around your stomach or touching your thigh while sitting beside you. 

Originally posted by dohkyungcutie

Baekhyun

Baekhyun, being the little shit he is, would definitely take this opportunity to tease you whenever he could. He would touch your weakest areas, whisper such sexy, sweet nothings in your ear. Even sometimes to the point where it would aggravate you a little bit that he was teasing you and you couldn’t do anything about it until the time was right, or at least until the two of you had gotten home if you were out in public.

Originally posted by blondejongin

Jongdae // Chen

Jongdae would definitely be into this idea of teasing you whenever he wanted to by doing such a simple thing. By planting kisses on your ear. A kink he could easily take advantage of, and would do so whenever he pleased and in the most sexy way he possibly could.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Chanyeol

Chanyeol would be a little bit of a shy puppy after hearing about your little kink at first, but when he did he would definitely try his best to turn you on by playing around with your little kink. He would tell you to lie down one night, unexpectedly, and just start massaging your back and he would actually be pretty good at it too, though he would occasionally lead down to your bum at times before laughing and going back to your back again.

Originally posted by yuemeng

Yixing // Lay

Yixing would definitely be shocked, hearing about your kink and it may take him a little bit of time before getting around to doing such a thing to you, but when he started, he would gladly kiss on your breasts again during sexy time if you wanted him to.

Originally posted by getlayd

Jongin // Kai

Jongin would be another member who would be totally into the idea of you having a little kink. He would be very eager to find out what it was, and when he found out that your kink was giving and receiving hickeys he would not hesitate to do so to you the moment he found out and was given the right opportunity to do so. He, himself would love the idea of you two marking each other with love bites to show your passion for one another.

Originally posted by ashiachu

Sehun 

Sehun would be a total little shit when finding out about you having a secret little kink. He would take complete advantage of this by occasionally grazing his hand against your breast or maybe talking about how great you looked, giving you some praise and hopefully some confidence as well.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Minseok // Xiumin

Minseok would really like the idea of you having a kink that he had to figure out. He would do all kinds of different things for foreplay, leading up to sexy time with you. When he finally figured out what your kink was for himself, he would most definitely take advantage of such of thing by kissing on your neck, ears and collarbone any chance he got.

Originally posted by krazybunny14

Luhan 

Luhan, being the assumably kinky person that he might be, would totally be into this. He would beg and plead you to tell him what your little kink was, and if you gave in and told him he would do exactly that in that moment without any hesitation. Not caring who was there or who saw him grab your ass and squeeze it a little.

Originally posted by dawnlus

Yifan // Kris

Yifan would really be a very dominate person in bed, and trying to find out your kink might be a little hard for him, depending on how kinky you were. Where he was such a vanilla sex kind of guy, it might take him a little while to find out your kink but when he did he make up for lost time by sucking on your breasts and making direct eye contact with you in hopes of turning you on more by doing so.

Originally posted by krisat4am

Zitao // Tao

Zitao would definitely be the biggest tease of all the boys when it came to this kind of thing. Once he found out, he would pretty much tease you daily and try to figure out any more kinks that you might have in the process. This would never ever get tiring for him, being a person filled with such erotic energy when it came to these kind of situations. When he found out that you liked seeing him drenched, he would always tease you when he came out of the shower, by biting his lips and kissing your neck while he was wet.

Originally posted by zitao-vevo

Prompt Me Prompt Fill: Show Me Your Teeth

Anon prompted “could you try a coldflash thing with neck biting? not like vicious or anything!! but some kink would be cool!” 

Damn, guys. It’s like you know all my weaknesses and wait until I’m happily perched in my desk chair, wide-eyed and excited to write innocent fluff, and then sock me in the jaw with prompts like this. Here, anon, have 689 words of depravity. Enjoy!


There are a lot of thrills to be found in Central City. Of course, Barry’s thrill had been an obvious one. Running at superhuman speed gives him a jump in energy that sends adrenaline singing through his veins for the rest of the day. Even using his powers in a small way, to take care of a queue in a shop or snag an extra coffee because he has the time, makes him feel that much better.

Doctor Wells cautioned him about using his powers to chase thrills once, how that siren song of adrenaline could get dangerous. Barry knew he was talking about the super-speed, but he had smiled nervously and sped out of there anyways.

The simple truth is this: running is not precisely the only thrill that Barry finds himself chasing anymore.

For all the armed gunmen and burning buildings, there isn’t a thrill in the world that can match up to the way Barry feels his heart pound and breath stutter whenever Leonard Snart bites down on his neck.

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