There was a queasy, sick, miserable feeling in the pit of your stomach. You fluttered open your eyelids, groggily waking up only to realize that you weren’t in your own house. Your eyes widened, taking a moment to recheck that this wasn’t just a dream, looking around. Nothing looked familiar. You began to roll off the mattress when you realized you were completely naked. You instantly were embarrassed and confused, slipping out of the bed and looking around. It was morning, judging by the sunlight shining through the window. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore the aching pain in your head and attempting to remember something, anything, of how the hell you got here. You closed your eyes tight and then decided to venture out of the bedroom, realizing there was a hallway with an open door leading to the bathroom. You looked around to check if anyone was there before rushing towards it, locking the door, trying to process everything that had happened. You felt your stomach doing flips before you ducked your head into the toilet, puking into the porcelain bowl, feeling absolutely horrible. What the fuck had happened last night?
Steadying yourself on the toilet seat, you staggered up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, closing the lid and flushing the contents down. You walked towards the sink, starting to wash your face. This was absolutely crazy. That’s when there was a knock on the door and you froze, the only sound between you and the stranger outside being the rushing water flowing into the sink. Well, that was, until your heard your name. There was another knock. “Y/n? Is that you?” How did they know your name? Where were you? You frantically looked around, then grabbed a towel from a shelf, wrapping it around you before opening up the door. When you did, you came face to face with the hottest man you had ever seen in your entire life.
“Woah,” you couldn’t control the amazement that fell from your mouth. “W-who are you?”
“You okay?” he raised an eyebrow. “You look a little sick.”
“I feel miserable,” you admitted. “And I uh, I don’t really remember that much.”
“Wait…” his voice trailed off. “You don’t remember anything?”
“Not at all,” you shook your head. “I don’t know where I am or where my clothes are or how I got here or who you are. All I know is that I feel absolutely miserable.”
“Okay,” he took a deep breath. “Well um, let me go grab you one of my shirts and some shorts. Your underwear too. Just take a seat, I was making breakfast.” He led you towards his living room, setting you down on the couch and handing you a cup of coffee and some painkiller meds. “I’ll explain everything. Hold on.”
“Thanks,” you mumbled. He came back with the clothes and you stared at him confused before he explained that you could change in the bathroom, then come back out and he’d give you the run down. You nodded, changing and staring at yourself in the mirror, wondering what kind of crazy mess you had gotten yourself into, before going back outside and sitting on the couch.
“Well, first off, I’m Brendon,” he laughed. “I’m guessing you’re not a big drinker, huh?”
“I don’t drink,” you narrowed your eyes.
“Well apparently you do,” he insisted. “At least, you did last night.”
“No way,” you shook your head. That’s when it dawned on you. You must have. It would explain why you didn’t remember anything, and why you had a miserable headache, which you now identified as a hangover. “Good lord.”
“Believe me. You drank,” he continued. “So um, we met at this bar last night. We had a bunch of drinks, talked for hours, then came back to my place, and yeah.”
“And yeah?” you inquired.
“We had a little fun,” he explained.
“Fun?” you were still confused.
“We fucked,” he stated rather blatantly. Your face turned completely red.
“H-how many drinks did I have?” you stammered.
“I don’t remember,” he shrugged. “A lot. And you seemed already tipsy by the time I found you, so there’s a likely chance I couldn’t even tell you if you wanted to know.”
“This is bad,” you ran a hand through your hair. “Fuck.”
“Hey, look, I didn’t mean any harm by it,” he insisted.
“No, it’s not your fault,” you reassured. “I just uh, I’ve never done this before. The whole bar, one night stand, disappear in the morning thing. I should probably go.”
“You don’t have to,” he protested. “I mean, I don’t want you to, if you don’t want to. You can stay. I made breakfast and stuff.”
“Oh,” you murmured. “Um, okay.”
“Plus you look really sick, I don’t want you going home like that,” he added. “Especially now that you don’t have anyone to take care of you anymore.”
“Anymore?” you raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Your boyfriend,” he recalled. “The one that broke up with you like a month ago or something?”
“He didn’t break up with me,” you stated.
“You said he left you,” he remembered.
“He left for tour,” you clarified. “He never broke up with me.”
“Oh,” Brendon looked shocked. “Well shit.”
“Speaking of,” you took an exasperated breath. “Uh, do you know where my phone is?”
“No idea,” he sighed.
“That’s great,” you closed your eyes tight. “You know, I don’t want to infringe or anything, but I’m probably still in no shape to go home. Mind if I stay here for the day?”
“No, not at all, absolutely,” he answered quickly. “Stay as long as you’d like.”
“I’m sorry, I just feel super shitty,” you groaned.
“Don’t sweat it,” Brendon insisted. “Let’s go get you something to eat and then you can take a nice shower and just rest for the day. Got it?”
“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Thanks so much. Honest. You’re really sweet.”
“It’s my pleasure,” he gave a small smile. “I hope I didn’t um, I didn’t freak you out too much this morning. I know sometimes we do stuff we might regret when we get wasted, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or guilty or anything. I’m sorry, I should’ve-”
“Don’t say that,” you laughed nervously. “I just uh, I can’t actually believe that we, uh…”
“We what?” he raised an eyebrow, wondering what the next part was.
“We had sex,” you swallowed uncomfortably.
“Why? Are you a virgin or something?” he inquired.
“No, no,” you shook your head. “I just uh, you’re like really, really, um, super hot.”
“Me?” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Nah, I’m just a doofus.”
“You look like a movie star or something. Way out of my league,” you argued. “I normally look like trash, so I can’t even imagine what I looked like drunk, much less now sick.”
“Don’t say that,” Brendon frowned. “You’re beautiful.”
“No I’m not,” you insisted. “I don’t even make it into the same category as you.”
“Whatever,” he just giggled. “You’re fucking gorgeous, babe.”
“Shut up and feed me that breakfast you keep yapping about,” you teased.
“Of course, my lady,” he joked with a smirk, taking your hand and leading you up off the couch towards the kitchen.
Needless to say, you and Brendon got along as if you had been friends your entire life. He had witty comebacks and silly remarks, flirtatious pickup lines and the funniest jokes, as well as sweet compliments and genuine concerns. You had to keep yourself from staring at him sometimes. You would find yourself glancing at those hands, the tattoo ink engraved in his arm, the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, how his lips curled into a smirk, moments when his forehead wrinkled when he thought hard about something, or how he ran his fingers through his hair. After you had both downed a cup of coffee, some eggs, bacon, toast, and a doughnut, he showed you to the shower. “How do you work it?” you wondered, setting the clothes he had picked out for you on a stool and walking over to him.
“Well uh…” he slid the shower door open and stared for a moment. “I don’t want to get my shirt soaked, hold on.” He quickly slipped the fabric from off his body and then tossed the shirt to the side, leaning into the shower and turning on the faucet. You couldn’t help but stare this time. His chest was gorgeous, his stomach just as amazing, and you felt yourself start to blush just at the thought of it. “How about you give it a feel and tell me if it’s warm enough for you or not?”
“What?” you instantly snapped back into reality, realizing you hadn’t been listening to a word he had been saying.
“The water,” he explained. “I can adjust the temperature if you need it.”
“Oh,” you still couldn’t manage to pry your eyes away from his body. “Uh, yeah sure.”
“Here,” Brendon stepped aside, letting you lean into the shower and reach a hand out to touch the water. “How’s the water?”
“Hmm?” you glanced at him, biting on your lower lip as you watched him run a hand through his hair.
“Too hot?” he asked.
“I don’t know about the water,” you gave a soft laugh. “But you on the other hand…”
“What?” he smirked. “See something you like?”
“Maybe,” you admitted shyly, turning around. You took your shirt off, reaching for your bra strap and beginning to undress yourself, ready to get in the shower when you head Brendon clear his throat rather loudly behind you.
“Ahem?” he announced his presence.
“You’re still here,” you raised your eyebrows, turning around to face him.
“You never answered my question,” he reminded, eyes flickering down to your breasts before pressing his lips together, returning eye contact with you. “How’s the water?”
“I don’t know,” you sighed, dipping a finger into the waistband of your pants, inching it down just below the waist. “Maybe you can help me find out if it’s good enough.”
“What do you mean?” he dared to ask.
“I think you know,” you whispered, taking one step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him closer. “It’s definitely going to be too hot for me.”
“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, sly smile on his lips, gripping your ass tight and making you gasp. “You think you need a little help in the shower, baby?”
“I think I do,” you hummed, closing your eyes for a fraction of a second before opening them back up, staring at Brendon. “I think you know how to make me feel just right.”
“Do I now?” he chuckled, pressing your body closer to him and making it obvious that he had a hard on. “You want me to fuck you in the shower, sweetheart? Make you scream my name? Try to help you remember all the things you forgot last night?”
“Yes,” you whispered, nodding slightly. “I want you to show me.”
That’s all it took before his lips were on yours and you were kissing each other, your hands trailing down his chest, his hands on your back pressing your closer to him, your tongue slipping in his mouth and his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra. You fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and before you knew it, both of you were naked, his mouth on your neck and your fingernails digging into his back, moaning out his name, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you into the shower. The warm water cascaded down both of your bodies, and he lined his cock up with your entrance, thrusting into you several times, making you moan out his name. You were so close when he pulled out, forcing you to your knees, instructing you to suck him off. “Goddammit that feels so fucking good, y/n,” he gasped, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and rocking his hips up to your face, the water spraying on his back steadying himself against the wall as your hands gripped his hips, your tongue swirling around his length. “I’m going to cum, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow it all, understand?”
You bobbed your head up and down, staring at him as he bit down on his lower lip, starting to shake. You slowly began to pull away, sliding your lips all the way to the head, sucking softly before taking him all into your mouth quickly again, hollowing your cheeks, just enough to make him orgasm. He was moaning out your name along with a handful of curses, tugging on your hair, the warm liquid sliding down your throat as he pumped in and out of your mouth. You began swallowing it all, listening to his whispers and mumbles of praises, his fingers tangled in your hair, fucking your face until he was exhausted. When he was done he pulled you up to your feet, then kissed you on the mouth. “You like that?” you murmured. “You like how you taste on my tongue?”
“Mmm but I’d sure love to get a taste of you,” he suggested. He trailed a hands down your chest, giving both of your tits a squeeze before sliding down your stomach, then towards your thighs, meeting in the middle and using one hand to grip your waist, the other to brush past your folds. “So fucking wet for me, babygirl.”
“Please,” you begged. He inserted a finger and you began to moan, grabbing handfuls of his hair as he started to pump it in and out of you, then adding another, sliding them in and out, causing you to gasp. The shower was filled with steam at this point, Brendon’s lips hot on your shoulder, most likely leaving hickeys by the intensity he was using as he sucked on your skin, and when his thumb found your clit, you moaned out his name loudly, cumming around his fingers.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he hummed, curling his fingers as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the water rush down your hair, his hand slowly withdrawn from your center, catching your breath, watching in a daze as he licked your juices off his fingers, savoring the taste.
“You feel so good,” you mumbled, kissing him again.
“Productive shower,” he joked, and you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, both of you chuckling. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me get you all nice and clean.”
The following moments were filled with Brendon whispering sweet nothings into your ear, or other dirty things about how beautiful you sounded when you moaned his name or how lovely you looked with his cock in your mouth, massaging your body with soap and lathering shampoo and conditioner in your hair, leaving kisses down your back and stomach. It felt like hours, him talking to you, you both kissing, the water flowing down both of your bodies, until finally he suggested maybe you should get out, take a couple more meds, and then rest. You agreed, and he helped guide you out of the shower, snatching a towel and drying you off, then wrapping one around his waist, taking you hand in hand to his bedroom. He flung open the blankets, then curled up beside you, wrapping you in his arms and telling you to get some sleep, fuck the clothes and the meds, covering you both with the warm blanket, reassuring that you’d figure it all out tomorrow.
I understand that Rakan and Xayah are a Canon ship, but to me, Star Guardian Jinx and Lux will still be a better ship. I at least love love both parts of that ship, rather than loving Rakan and only sometimes liking Xayah since she’s kind of a bitch. Still like how she kinda looks like Star Guardian Jinx.
I’ve recently saw a video where this one guy takes Ezreal support, and now I can’t stop playing Ez like that. I’m even about to buy my 5th Ezreal skin because I think Star Guardian Ezreal looks like a good cute support.
It looks like the “Justice League” found it’s bad guy as “Game of
Thrones” star Ciaran Hinds will play Steppenwolf in DC Films’ upcoming
ensemble superhero movie which recently wrapped production, TheWrap has
recently wrapped production on the role of Steppenwolf which is a
motion capture character from an alien planet.