my voice or some shit

i know this fandom is understandably quite lax and small compared to a lot of other larger, more relevant, fandoms, but i really wish there’s more kinds of fanmade content for me to indulge in, including but not limiting to:

  • voice impressions of characters/dub voiceovers over comic
  • fanmade animatics of the DP characters singing songs and shit? every other fandom seems to have those. i might have to make one myself if there isnt one for too long
  • MAP animations? more MEPs? AMVs that arent from 2006 maybe?
  • someone downloading Danny’s 3d model from the Nicktoons Unite and using it to make strange out of context 3d animations
  • more quality content like this:

so as we hear in andromeda [SLIGHT SPOILERS INBOUND] castis, garrus’ dad, has the same voice as him, which isn’t the case in me3, but let’s pretend it is for a minute

because imagine shepard hearing them talk together for the first time and trying her best not to absolutely melt from their voices alone

came up with a design for this NPC in a d&d game ill be DM’ing soon!! she’s a half-orc and the owner of the inn the PCs will be starting in yes very original i know

btw this is not her Actual Official design i just wanted to draw her bc i love her a lot………

anonymous asked:

Hi Natalie! Since you are the guru of playlists and a lovely person and writer, would you mind writing a "review" of sorts or just jotting down your thoughts about the songs on the HS album? I'd love to know what you think when you're listening to the songs, what songs it reminds you of, favorite lyric bits or sounds etc. Of course if you don't want to write it or prefer to keep it private that's perfectly fine! Just thought I would ask since you're so articulate and musically sage. Thanks!

Hey there! So you asked and this got disgustingly out of hand. I refrained from comparing it to other songs, however, because I made this playlist when the album first came out with songs that reminded me of songs from Harry Styles and it gets kind of tedious in reviews to keep comparing things over and over again, I find!! Anyway, here’s an essay of thoughts on Harry Styles I apologize in advance for the length and for getting a bit loopy at end.

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A Ghost at the Back of Your Closet 

In which Framework!Fitz is confused about her motivations, and Jemma is trying, really, she is, but her body is still operating like it thinks he’s the enemy.

2352 words 

cw for a mention of childhood abuse, and discussion of the attack in 4x15 

read on AO3 

“I need a shower,” Daisy groans out, rubbing her hands down her face. She flops back on the seedy motel bed, eyes pointed toward the white, popcorn ceiling in a withering stare. “Why do I even need a shower? We’re in the fucking Matrix, none of this is real. Yet still, I smell. It’s completely unfair.”

Jemma sits at the foot of the bed, inspecting the map they’ve drawn on the wall (it’s not like it’ll matter, once they shut the framework down. What’s a little destruction of private property in the grade scheme of things?). Each of the team’s locations are marked with pushpins, along with lists of all the information they’ve managed to gather on them. It’s not enough, Jemma knows. They need more.

“You do smell a little.”

Hey,” Daisy whines.

Jemma turns back to her, blinking innocently. “What? I said ‘a little’.”

“Whatever.” Daisy pushes off the bed, walks backwards toward the bathroom. She raises an eyebrow at Fitz, who’s sitting on the other bed. “You two gonna be okay without adult supervision for a little while?”

Jemma freezes. She and Fitz, this Fitz—Leo, he’s called here, though she refuses to call him that, even in her head—haven’t been alone together since they finally managed to convince him to come along. She knows what Daisy’s implying, and Jemma wishes she wouldn’t. She’s more than a little uncomfortable with the idea. This isn’t Fitz. Her Fitz. That’s what she tells herself is the problem, anyway.

“Yeah- uh- yeah, we’ll be fine,” Fitz says when she doesn’t speak, when it’s gotten just a little uncomfortable.

Daisy eyes them both, then holds up her hands, retreating to the bathroom.

Jemma doesn’t turn around to look at him. She knows what she’ll see. He’ll be sitting there, looking so much like Fitz but so not, so, so out of place in his posh suit and scarf. Looking like a person who would never set foot in a motel of all places, which he’d voiced when they’d arrived. He’s close, but he’s not Fitz. So she doesn’t look.

Plus, he might be looking back at her. She doesn’t know exactly why, but that’s the last thing she wants.

So she just focuses on the work in front of her. Not that she’ll figure out anything new just by staring at the same slips of paper they have been for the last two days, but still. The effort matters.

He waits until the water is running in the shower before he speaks. His presence alone is stifling, but his voice is something even more jarring.

“Why do you want me back?” he asks, and of all things it’s not what she expected. It confuses her enough that she looks back at him. He’s watching her carefully, thoughtfully, not really looking at her eyes but lower on her face, and it’s so Fitz-like that she wants to cry.


“I- He- obviously wasn’t very good to you. Why do you even want him back?”

Her eyebrows draw together, mouth popping open in confusion. “Where are you getting that? Fitz is never anything but good to me.”

“You flinch.”

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this friday im having dinner with the evangelical christian side of my family and its going to be some fun shit! *achewood voice* guess whos gonna get yellllllleddddd aaaaaaat!

Are You Ok?

Happy birthday Thick Cock Daddy Hunter, you gorgeous hunk of a man! 47 and fine as hell! 

Triple H/OC. For Anon: Triple H and younger new assistant reader on a long flight in the private plane, all alone, and after falling into each other during turbulence she’s left desperately aroused from how strong and huge he felt. Tries to get herself off for a few minutes in the bathroom with whispered begging and pitiful unsatisfying results that he couldn’t help overhearing and… much dirty sexy sinful goodness.

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(Lip Gallagher)

Request: #25Don’t touch me! lip from shameless if you’re still doing those :)

Pairing:Lip x Reader


I was seating in front of my mirror getting ready for my date. That man would be Lip Gallagher. It was our 2 year anniversary. So I was trying really hard to look perfect. I had some winged eyeliner curled hair and I even got this black dress because I knew tonight was going to be special.

Lip said he would pick me up, so I thought he had a surprise for me. He said he would pick me up at 6 and it was 5:45, so I had time. I just sat on the couch doing nothing just waiting. I was really excited.

Soon 6 o’clock passed by,then 6;05, then 6:20. Soon enough it was 7:30. I gave up but then my phone buzzed it was a text from Lip, I opened to read,

Srry couldn’t hang, I’m with Kev

He forgot, so instead of me feeling sad I felt anger boil in me. I walked as fast as I could in my heels over to the Gallagher’s. I made it to there porch and walked up the steps and stared to bang on the door. 

Debbie opened the door and looked me up and down, “You look nice” She said with a smile, “Thanks Deb’s, is Lip here?” She nodded and let me in pointing to the living room.

I stomp in there to see him, a beer in hand and smoking a blunt with Kev. I stomped over to him and snatched his beer and then slapped him hard. 

“Woah! What the fuck Y/N?!”

“Fuck you Gallagher!” I said.

“Y/N what the hell did I do?” He said standing up. He grabbed my waist, “You fucking asshole!” I said hitting his chest with my fist. He grabbed my wrist, “Woah hey stop it!” I yanked myself away from him.

I crossed my arms, “Y/N what’d I do?”

“What’s the date ass?” I say.

“The 16th” He yelled still not understanding. “What’s on the 16th dumbass?”

It still didn’t click for him which made to grunt. “Your anniversary” Debbie said making us turn to see everybody watching us. “Shit, that was today?” He said.

“Yeah no shit” He tried to grab my hand, “Don’t touch me” I said my voice cracking, I felt some hot tears run down my face. “Shit, I’m such a dick. I’m so sorry I forgot”

I just looked at the ground, I felt him lightly grab my hand, at this point I didn’t care as I let out a little whimper. He pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m sorry” He kept on repeating. He pulled back and wiped my tears away.

“I’m sorry” He said, I nodded not sure what to do. “On the bright side you do look very beautiful” I blushed and mumbled a ‘thanks’ 

“I can’t tell you even how sorry I am” He said pulling me back in and kissing my forehead. “Its okay” My cracked voice said.

You could hear an ‘awww’ in the background, we turned to see it came from Fiona,V, and Debbie. Lip and I laughed. “I promise tomorrow we will go out” He said and I just smiled and nodded. He held me tight.

And for the whole night we watched movies and cuddled. “I love you” He whispered, I was almost asleep, “I love you too”I mumble making him smile.

*Gif not mine*

"You WILL be a girl for one day"

This is what my Dad said to me when I asked if I could wear a suit/tux to my one and only prom.
He booked me to have my nails done (they are bloody uncomfortable and real inconvenient?) and got me a dress.
When I tried all of my prom stuff on yesterday, he said; “when you tried it on did you realise that you’re a girl called Amber, not a girl called Nick or some shit.”
And a voice in my head is telling me not to say anything and that I should be greatful. I know I haven’t come out to them yet, but each time I tried to, I remember Dad telling me that I WILL be a girl. That may not seem like much to some, but it knocked my confidence on coming out a lot.
Tomorrow should be a fun last day with the whole squad before Chloe goes off to college (Us other three are staying on at Sixth Form..) but instead, I’ll spend the evening uncomfortable and trying to handle dysphoria.
So this one goes out to all the Transboys being forced into dresses for Prom, because I’m sure I’m not the only one.

The Time I Got Caught Getting Head...

One day out of boredom my ex and I decided to go to the school library to hang out and kill time. Now he’s maad horny. Tryna touch me under the table and shit lol. We decided to go for a little walk around and half way down one of the isles he stops me, turns me around and kisses me slowly. He slips his left hand down the front of my jeans and starts rubbin my pussy whilst kissin all up on me. Then he whispers in my ear “baby I wanna eat you”. I’m looking around to see if anyone’s about cause I’m scared of getting caught but at this point my pussy wet as fuck and I’m just ready.

So I’m tryna play it all cute like “noo baby not here”, but he don’t give a fuck. His dick’s hard as a rock against my thigh so I know he ain’t into no playing. He tells me to lay down and I do as I’m told. I’m on my back, knees in the air. He unzips my jeans and shimmies them to my ankles and spreads my legs. He starts playing with my clit with the tip of his tongue and already I start shaking 😍. He licks my wet pussy up and down, then in a slow circular motion then kisses it. I don’t really know what the fuck he was doing but boy, it was hitting the spot. It felt so good my legs started quivering and I’m suffocating him with my thighs😩😩.

All off a sudden I hear a deep voice say some shit so I got scared and sat up real quick! He’s still going to town down south. I’m looking around to see where this voice is coming from and its the fucking library security guard😩😩. He was patrolling around and clocked us but wouldn’t look in our direction😂😂. I have no clue what he said to us but we got up, I fixed myself and we speed walked the fuck outta there. I avoided the library for legit a fucking year because I didn’t want him to remember me. 3 years later and I still go to the library on edge looking for this guy so I can dodge him an he don’t catch me off guard. Fuck knows if he ever even saw my face but you never know 😂😂.

The End ✌🚶



fuck his smug dumb ass smirk painted on his ugly mug and his one green harry potter lightning scar booger eye 

fuck his piss yellow trench coat wearin fucking emo ass hood wearin nancy boy aesthetic

fuck his nasty ass unbuttoned shirt showin the whole world his damn titties 

fuck his gross singy yelly battle quotes in his generic ass anime sadist voice while he syphons free meter out of my urethra or some shit to use on his 58394592649 distortion drives that he refuses to share with the rest of the class

fuck his ants at the picnic spaz kick moves that were admittedly hilarious at first but got old the 349582587291th time he used them in a match

fuck his show off flashy time wastin supers that don’t kill until the last hit 

fuck his wannabe hakumen astral and fuck the players that love comboing into it thinkin they’re so cool

fuck command grabs

fuck the terumis that burst the fucking frame their opponent touches them with so much as a 5A as if they’re too good to ever receive a hit from anyone - i mean i understand momentums an important factor but christ calm the fuck down

fuck his childish personality that shit is not cool or endearing

fuck that slippery snakey zippedy doo super he probably uses to cross the street on his way home having more meter than he knows what to do with

and fuck that little ouroboros jizz shot from behind attack


fuck you terumi

you need to calm the fuck down


Dersha Fiction: Skylines-Chapter 3

I can’t thank you all enough for your love on the last chapter! I’m really excited about the direction of this story and I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Again, thank you! Xoxo Previous chapters: Click here.

I don’t own all of the characters used in this story. (Ahsha, Derek, and Jeeves all belong to James LaRosa)

Ahsha stared at the petite actress as she rushed to the Escalade still waving her hands. She was already on bad terms with Ahsha.

“Um, wait here,” Derek mumbled, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping out of the truck. The children had stirred in the backseat.

“Mommy, who is that,” Harper asked, her eyes still half closed. The girl didn’t miss a thing and Ahsha had to think up a quick lie to throw her off.

“One of daddy’s co-workers. You two wait here while mommy goes to meet daddy’s friend. Okay?” Ahsha kept her eyes on the couple standing in front of the truck. It looked as though they were arguing which Ahsha did not want her children to witness. That’s when she decided to take matters into her own hands and be the bigger woman.

Aundrea peeked up through her bangs as Ahsha’s legs fell from the tall vehicle. As her heels touched the ground, Aundrea couldn’t help but notice the ex-dancer’s undeniable grace.  In Aundrea’s eyes, the woman was perfect. From her smooth mocha skin, to her nice physique even after two kids, to the way her hips swayed when she walked. The woman was a walking black Barbie and Aundrea instantly felt threatened.

“Hi, I’m Ahsha,” she greeted the intruder, holding her dainty hand out. Derek could detect the petty nature of Ahsha’s tone right away. What had he gotten himself into?

“Aundrea, Derek’s girlfriend,” Aundrea replied, placing a heavy emphasis on girlfriend.

Ahsha’s eyes widened as a charming smile spread across her face. “Nice to finally meet you. Derek, she’s beautiful.”

“Thanks. So you’re coming to drop the kids off,” Aundrea questioned, still getting a good look at her competition. Ahsha appeared to be sweet on the outside but Aundrea knew her type. This was the type of woman who was sneaky and played a good game.

“No sweetie…I’m coming here to stay,” Ahsha smiled. This wasn’t normally the way she worked because she liked taking the high road. But today, Miss Aundrea was testing her patience. When it came to her babies, Ahsha would go straight Mama Bear on anyone she felt was trying to threaten their well-being.

“Oh?” Aundrea’s gaze turned to Derek who was watching the scene unfold with his arms crossed.

“For her job,” Derek added. The tension between the three of them was definitely strong. Ahsha wasn’t backing down from Aundrea and Aundrea looked like she wanted to give her a fight too.

“That’s nice. Are those the kiddos in the truck,” Aundrea asked, standing on her tip toes to get a better look inside the Escalade. Jackson and Harper were staring back at her with confused expressions. “Hi, kids.” She began waving in their direction only to earn a frown from them in return.

“They don’t speak to strangers,” Ahsha said, her face suddenly wiped of the sarcastic smile. “Look Aundrea, I can see the game you’re playing. I don’t know what you have going on with Derek, but my kids will not be used as pawns for your relationship. This will be the first and last time I have this conversation with you. I’ll let Derek handle the rest. Nice meeting you.” With that, Ahsha sashayed back to the car where she waited.

When the truck door finally closed, Derek turned his attention back to Aundrea. “What the hell are you trying to achieve? I told you I didn’t want you meeting my children and you pop up anyway?”

“You didn’t tell me she was coming back,” Aundrea spat, pointing towards the truck.

“We’re not talking about Ahsha; I’m talking about you. My children aren’t some game, Drea. When I told you I didn’t want you meeting my kids yet, I meant that. So you popping up thinking it’s funny has really pissed me off. If you can’t deal with the fact that I have a family, then you can go. I’m too old for this childish foolishness and I refuse to drag my kids through it,” Derek declared, his voice firm. “Pull some shit like this again and I swear I will drop you like a bad habit.”

Aundrea’s eyes watered as she got scolded like a child. She wanted Derek’s heart all to herself and his children were a large barrier. Looking back towards the truck, she could see the smirk on Ahsha’s lips. That only made Aundrea’s blood boil and she needed to leave before she showed her true colors. The actress stomped off to her car and sped away.

Derek didn’t say a word when he returned to the car. The kids and Ahsha were staring back at him, waiting on him to at least invite them inside. With his jaw clenched and brows furrowed, Derek began unloading the car and taking the kids’ bags to the front door. There was something sexy about an angry Derek Roman. Ahsha quickly shook the thoughts out of her head and gathered the children so they could get inside the house.

After getting all their bags inside and helping the kids settle in their rooms, Ahsha decided to get a hotel and rent a car until she got herself settled in California. Her plan was to go condo shopping in the next week before her furniture and car were shipped from New York. Thankfully, she had an entire week off until she started her job. That meant she could spend more time with the kids and visit with her parents, which didn’t occur often enough.

“Jeeves cooked dinner if you wanted to stay awhile longer,” Derek said, peeking into his bedroom, where Ahsha was making calls.

Suddenly the moment felt way too intimate. Though this wasn’t the home they shared when they were married, the fact that they were alone in a bedroom made Ahsha feel some type of way.

“Uh, that’s okay. I’m sure the kids want to spend time alone with you,” Ahsha answered, still focused on her phone.

“Harper was begging for you to stay. She wanted me to come tell you that. That kid,” Derek chuckled, shaking his head.

Ahsha sighed, clearly still pissed off about what happened with Derek’s girlfriend. “Did the kids ask about what happened out there?”

“Jackson didn’t but of course Harper did. I’m sorry about that, she wasn’t supposed to be here,” Derek explained, joining Ahsha on the ottoman at the foot of his bed. “She can be…interesting.”

“Hmm. Well you might want to put a leash on her because she won-“

“Ahsha, I know how to take care of our kids. I know. I don’t need you to tell me how to handle her,” Derek interrupted.

The tension instantly filled the room.

“I’m just saying. They are already confused and I don’t need some woman making it worse. I haven’t even introduced them to my boyfriend.” Ahsha didn’t mean to blurt out the last part.

Derek’s attention quickly turned to her. Though he knew about the new man in her life, he acted oblivious. “Boyfriend?”

“Oh come on Derek. I know you’ve been snooping on my Instagram. You liked a picture from 47 weeks ago,” she replied, trying her best to hold back a laugh. Derek had clearly not learned a lesson in navigating old Instagram posts. You had to make sure your thumb stayed clear of the dangerous heart if you were going to instastalk.

Derek didn’t even try to deny his failed attempt of snooping on his ex. He was busted. Thankfully, Ahsha’s phone rang and he didn’t have to respond. Saved by the bell.

“I need to take this,” Ahsha said, standing to leave. She refused to answer Nate’s call with Derek breathing down her neck. Instead, she stepped out onto the second floor balcony for some privacy.


At Dinner

Sitting at the table with their two children felt like old times. Jeeves had cooked them up a good soulfood meal to welcome Ahsha back to California. Soulfood had always been her favorite and Jeeves knew the way to a person’s stomach.

“As always, Jeeves knows how to throw down in the kitchen,” Ahsha hummed, chowing down on her candied yams.

“He never fails,” Derek added, gazing at his children. They were both eating as though they hadn’t eaten in days. Ahsha wasn’t much of a cook so the poor babies probably had to settle for the same meal every day.

“Dang Ahsh, did you feed them while you were in New York,” Derek joked, staring over at his soon to be ex-wife. Ahsha had taken her usual spot at the other head of the table.

“Yes, I did,” Ahsha laughed. “These little rugrats just can’t appreciate my cooking.”

“Jeeves is a lot better,” Harper giggled, her tiny hand barely fitting around the fork.

“So everyone’s just going to gang up on me? My feelings are hurt,” Ahsha replied, holding her chest and exaggerating her tone.

“Hey, I got a few good meals out of you,” Derek said. Ahsha’s head shot up and they locked eyes across the table. Derek couldn’t even describe the feeling but the electric pull was undeniable. He didn’t think he would ever feel this way about Ahsha again.

“Daddy do you love mommy still,” Harper asked innocently, looking back and forth between her parents. Her eyes held so much curiosity and sadness. All she wanted was for her parents to get along and be together. Being young made it hard to convey these thoughts out loud.

Derek and Ahsha continued staring at each other as Jackson finally peeked up from his food.

“I will always love your mother, Harper,” Derek spoke, his eyes still boring a hole through Ahsha’s soul. It was as if he was reading her mind.

Her thoughts suddenly felt invaded as he kept watching her. “We will love each other no matter what. Just like we love the both of you,” their mother promised, her eyes settled on Derek. “Right?”

“Right,” he murmured.

The moment lasted a few more seconds before Jeeves came into the dining area. “Are we done here,” he asked, standing in front of the long, oak table. “How was everything?”

“Great as usual. Thanks,” Ahsha complimented. “The kids literally inhaled it all.”

“I have to make sure my babies are fed,” Jeeves sang, collecting their dinner plates. “It’s nice to have you back, Mrs. Roman.”

“Aw, it’s nice to be back. Kids, what do you say to Jeeves for cooking you dinner?”

“Thank you,” Jackson and Harper said in unison, their smiles lighting up the entire room.

“You’re all very welcome. I’m going to get this mess cleaned up and I’m out of here, Mr. Roman,” Jeeves stated as he headed to the kitchen.

“That’s fine. You don’t have to come in tomorrow. Thanks!”

Full from their meal, the family sat and let their food digest. Derek thought it was the perfect opportunity to talk to Jackson.

“So what’s been going on with you in school, son,” Derek asked, trying to keep his tone calm. The bass in Derek’s voice could be very intimidating. Well, except to Ahsha.

“Nothing,” Jackson replied, hanging his head.

“Talk to me. This is your chance,” the father urged, placing his arms on the table and leaning forward.

Ahsha decided she would give the two their privacy and take Harper upstairs to bed. Maybe Jackson would open up to his father if they were alone.

“Come on Harper, let’s get you ready for bed,” Ahsha whispered to her youngest child, leading her towards the stairs.

Once Derek didn’t hear the clicking of Ahsha’s heels anymore, he continued the conversation with his son.

“What’s going on? You didn’t act out in school when you were here? You think because I wasn’t in New York that you could cut up,” Derek began. “Jackson, look at me.”

His son’s head slowly popped up until he was looking his father directly in the eye. “Kids are mean to me there.”

Derek was about to go on a tangent about words not putting a hickey on your head, but he decided to let Jackson vent. “Mean how?”

Jackson hated when his parents asked him to explain a situation he didn’t want to relive. “They talk about you and mama and how I’m the cause of the divorce.”

Like Ahsha, Derek instantly felt terrible. He knew the divorce was hard on the kids but he didn’t know it was this bad for Jackson. His son was a shell of his former self. Jackson was never the quiet type and suddenly he didn’t say much at all. Derek had to mend the relationship with his son and it needed to be done quickly.

“Those kids are cruel and don’t know what they’re talking about. Don’t you ever think me and your mother blame you for anything. Us not working out has nothing to do with you or your sister. Got that,” Derek explained, standing to his feet and walking to the other side of the table to join Jackson.

“Yes sir,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Now, I can’t let you play any sports this summer since you got in trouble but we can hang out starting tomorrow. How would you like going to the arena with me,” Derek asked, knowing that would bring a smile to Jackson’s face. “Just me and you.”

“Yeah, I would like that,” Jackson beamed.  It was the first time he had a genuine smile on his face in months.


With it being late, Derek suggested that Ahsha just stay at the mansion for the night and leave for her hotel in the morning. The kids were sleeping comfortably in their rooms when Derek showed up in one of the guest rooms with extra pillows.

“I thought you would want a few extra,” Derek said to Ahsha as she set her bed up for the night.

“Thanks. These pillows in here are way too flat,” she replied, stacking the pillows against the headboard. “How’d your talk with Jackson go?”

“It went well. I know we still have a ways to go but I’m taking him to work with me tomorrow. I don’t know if you wanted me to take you to your hotel before going in.”

“That would be fine. My rental car should be ready by then,” Ahsha answered, still bent over the bed fixing her pillows. Derek couldn’t help his wandering eyes since Ahsha’s long, muscular legs were on full display.

“Okay. Again, I apologize about earlier. Aundrea was way out of line,” Derek repeated.

“It’s fine. The next time I will stuff my foot up her ass though.” Ahsha finally finished ruffling her pillows and turned to face Derek. Not noticing how close he was standing, Derek found himself inches away from Ahsha’s face.

Suddenly, their worlds stopped. The pent up sexual tension that they could both feel earlier was boiling over the edge now. Like old times, the smell of Derek’s cologne was intoxicating to Ahsha’s senses. The pout of Ahsha’s lips was tantalizing and Derek wanted a taste. And that’s just what he did. Moving in slowly, Derek’s lips grazed Ahsha’s before laying a firm kiss on them. That’s all it took before they attacked. Luckily, the bedroom door shut on its own because neither of them were checking to see if the children were up sneaking around.

Derek’s tongue teased her bottom lip begging for entrance. The former dancer gave in, melting into her ex’s touch. The couple quickly crashed down to the bed and began ripping their clothes off as if the garments were a disease. Ahsha moaned as Derek’s mouth left hers and began nipping at the tender flesh of her neck. Derek’s touch was always special. No man could ever touch her like that…ever.

Her dainty hands began exploring the planes and ripples of Derek’s muscles. Even in his 40’s, his body still resembled a Greek god. Ahsha’s finger tips grazed his hip as she reached for his hardened length. But Derek couldn’t wait anymore. With children in the house, they had no time to waste. In one swift movement, he was up in Ahsha’s gut. This was straight fucking. No love making, no sex, just fucking.

“Shit,” Ahsha moaned, her nails digging into Derek’s back.

“You like that,” Derek whispered in her ear as he began pumping into her wet heat.

“Yes,” she moaned. Ahsha could barely speak with Derek pumping into her so hard. This was the type of sex they had after they argued. It was hard, it was rough and they both loved it.

They were so in the moment, they didn’t even hear Harper knocking at the door.

“Mommy, are you okay in there? Can I come in,” Harper yelled, causing Derek and Ahsha to jump apart.

“Fuck,” Ahsha cursed, trying to quickly put on her clothes.

“Shit,” Derek added, pulling up his boxers and pajama pants.

Both of them were out of breath and honestly pissed off about not finishing what they had started. Things were definitely interesting now.

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