the dangling man

a year ago today you pulled me off the top of a parking garage outside MSU. i told you to just go. to just leave me. but you didn’t. you didn’t leave. you sat on the top of that parking garage with me as i broke down. and i told you how i wanted to die. how i couldn’t do it anymore. you didn’t understand that it had nothing to do with you. you did everything you could. but the point is. you stayed. you stayed until you convinced me i had just one more day in me, just as you had the day before. i owe you a lot. you loved me even when i didn’t love myself. you loved me enough for the both of us. you pulled me off the top of that parking garage and for that i will forever be indebted to you. i’m not here to rehash old relationships or past loves. but today on a road trip home the sun was setting and i got off at the nearest exit. i walked around the harbor and i ran up the stairs in the parking garage overlooking the city, i jumped the ledge and sat with my feet dangling. a man ran over to me. he asked me if i was okay. and i turned around and smiled at him and said yes i am. and he sat there with me for a minute just to make sure. i sat with my feet dangling over the edge i took a deep breath. and i realized that i was okay. in that moment i was okay. don’t get me wrong i’m not always okay. but when he ran over to me and asked me if i was okay. i realized something. i really didn’t want to jump. i sat there until the sun went down and i thought about the last year. and i realized that for the last year i’ve been alone and when the sun went down today i took myself off the edge because now i love myself enough for us both.

Baby Sidekick

Originally posted by ivanv

Reader x Deadpool


“Where are, we going?” You dragged out as Deadpool skipped along in front of you.

“To be helpful.” He answered which made you groan.

“But we’re not helpful.” You stopped which made him spin around to face you, cocking his head as he waited for you to do something.

“We’re being… I don’t have time do you want to come with me or not?” He sighed.

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Blackwatch Genji x Mercy NSFW

A little side-note… feel free to scroll past all this if you want. This is my first publication on this blog, I am very shy about my work but figured I should give it a try. This story is just a small excerpt, if people like it maybe I’ll look into writing longer stories. I really hope whoever is reading this gets some kind of joy out of it… my blog is quite new but a follow or share would REALLY help. Thank you so much.

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Backstory:(Time-Period: Uprising in King’s Row) A few days ago Genji had pleasured Mercy in secret in the locker room after a training session with Tracer, this was a random act and Mercy had no idea Genji had such feelings for her. 

It had been two days since the incident with Genji in the locker room… It plagued Angela’s thoughts every waking- and sleeping moment. She could hardly focus at work, and while adrift in sleep she could only think of those glowing red eyes and expertly skilled fingers. She had admittedly tried to touch herself in the privacy of her own room several times, but they could never satisfy her or bring her to the climax like Genji could. Her inner devil begged her to go back and satisfy her wild fantasies.

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So this was a Monday.

I was walking to the schools library, trying to shake off my lack-of-caffeine-yep-im-dying headache, when I see some dude jump up, at least 2 feet off the ground, and smack one of the glowing exit signs. The thing immediately broke, and he just bolted. I swear, it was the funniest thing I’d seen in ages, but at the time, all my broken mind could do was go into the nearby classroom, and say “Hey, the exit signs dangling, man.”

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Yuuri Katsuki has loved the King for a very long time. Or so he says. 

He can tell you the exact moment when his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the Crown Prince making his first official public speech at sixteen, long flowing silver hair smartly tied in a ponytail and bright blue eyes shining as he made his speech about saving the environment and cut the ribbon to a new wind farm out in the countryside of Petersburg. From that moment on, he’d collected all sorts of news clippings and photographs of the young prince, piling up books upon books about the House of Nikiforov in his tiny little bedroom. Pictures of his christening, pictures of his first public appearance at three, pictures of him at his father’s funeral at seven. 

Yuuri had been too young to remember the assassination of King Ilya IV, but the night after he read about it, he swore to the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling of his bedroom that he would grow up to protect the Crown Prince. To finally have the chance to stand beside him. And with that in mind, he’d begun to prepare. To train. 

Yuuri Katsuki knows three hundred ways to kill a man. A hundred and fifty six of them with his bare hands. He’s been trained in every possible weapon and martial arts system known to humans. He knows two hundred and eighty-four ways to dispose a dead body. And, of course, he has diplomatic immunity in sixty-three countries. Including Puerto Rico. 

But none of that ever prepared him for the flash of the King’s smile and the smoothness of his voice as he welcomes Yuuri as his new chief of security. None of that ever prepared him for the sparkle in the King’s eyes when he laughs, or the way his nose twitches a little when Yuuri makes a move in chess he doesn’t like, or the way the snowflakes entangle in his now-short silvery hair like little stars when they’re skating together on the canals behind the Winter Palace. 

“Yuuri, lift me!” chirps the King, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his mittened hands clapping together like a child on Christmas morning. Yuuri obliges, delighting in the way the King laughs, breath fleeing him in peals of bell-like mirth. His heart races even long after he’s set the King back down, and the man is dangling over his shoulder asking for more. 

So he obliges again, and then spins him in a dance right after, and it is worth everything in the world – every sacrifice he had to make to get to where he is now – just to watch the wonder spread all over the King’s face like ice crystals on water. 

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Carnival Confessions

Pairing: JayTim
Event: JayTimWeek Summer 2017
Summary: Wherein Jason is a nervous, lovesick mess and Tim is clueless.
Notes: I’M A WEEK LATE; forgive me ;__;


“Tonight is perfect,” Jason admitted, just as the ferris wheel carriage reached its zenith. After all, the moon was full and the stars were bright, and the neon haze below made him feel giddy. His gaze slid to the other side of the cart and he shoved forward a drooping bouquet of wildflowers, wilted from the motorcycle ride.

Against his ribs, his heart jack-hammered.

“It’s perfect…because of you,” he breathed, swallowing thickly right after the confession. It was a moment of truth. His palms were sticky. His throat had gone dry. He ached…and then he groaned just before unceremoniously crumpling backwards, causing the carriage to tip sideways and creak under the sudden shift of weight.

The bench across from him was, of course, empty.

Had Timothy Jackson Drake actually been sitting there, Jason would have undoubtedly taken a swan-dive from the cart and disappeared into the crowds below. A man’s pride could only take so much in a ten minute period, and confessing to someone like Tim seemed like a surefire way to throw your heart into a blender.

After all, Tim was calm. Streamlined. Kind of nerdy, but that I’ve-got-my-shit-together type, which spoke to Jason’s nerdiness on an elevated level. But also, Tim was unaccessible.

Always working.

Always on patrol.

Always texting.

“Well?” he asked, eyeing the bouquet in his hand for advice. “What do you think? He loves me, he loves me not?”

They stared at him. Jason stared back.

One daisy wilted further.

“Uggggggh,” Jason dropped his hand, unintentionally letting the flowers slap against the seat.

When the ride ended and the cart door opened, the elderly attendant stepped forward to help only to pause abruptly.

“Sir?” he asked.

From his collapsed position on the bench, Jason simply lifted his wrist. The flowers made a sad sound. Jason sighed.

He felt pathetic and he hadn’t even been rejected yet.

Jason thought about giving up. Trying a different time. Trying a different person. But the attendant’s hand came forward as he took a step inside the carriage; he saw the weeping flowers, the far-away, love-lost look in Jason’s eyes.

Maybe he sees himself, Jason thought. Did he once try to woo a lover in a ferris wheel?

The old man said, very seriously, “Son. You need to get off.”

Jason sighed.

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A/N:  My lovely betas ( @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry, and @little-black-dress-24) deserve so much credit for putting up with me.  Thank you, ladies, for making my days brighter and my burdens lighter!

TRIGGER WARNING!  Self-harm is discussed in this part. 

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When I arrive at his house the next morning, I’m soaked through due to the rain. Luckily, my duffel is waterproof, so my clothes inside are fine. I’m fairly confident that he ignores my first few buzzes while he watches the water dripping down my face in the security monitoring feed before he lets me in through the gate. He makes me wait at the front door, and I know that he’s trying to piss me off, so I vow to pretend that everything is completely normal. But that won’t stop me from being as petty as he is.

When he finally opens the door, I greet him with a simple “Good morning, Harry” before I trail a wet path across his floor on my way to the loo for a hot shower. His protests follow me, but I pay no mind. If he’d been faster about opening the gate and the door, I might have been more careful about dripping on his precious floor.

Emerging 22 minutes later to the sight of him putting away a mop, I’m dressed in blue jeans with a simple t-shirt. It’s one of my favorite t-shirts as I earned it while working the Follow the Yellow Brick Road Tour in 2014. Working with Elton had been a blast, and was the first tour I’d worked, although I hadn’t worked it solo. I was part of a team for that tour, and we had traded off hours. Unfortunately, I’d had to leave the tour early due to circumstances beyond my control. I will never, ever be sorry for exiting that job early; Elton had understood when I’d explained, and I’d worked private security for him on a few events since then.

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The Canary - Chapter One

Roman Reigns/OC


Author’s Note: This is the fic that is replacing Golden Hearts. It’s something different from my usual fics. Enjoy!


Tags: @lavitabella87 @fivefootxo @macfizzle @romanempressfics @cool-snowball-22-blog



They always saw her coming but they never saw her leave.

The last face they saw and the last voice they heard.

To them she sung a sweet tune.


Carnegie Hill Place - Manhattan, NY

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

2:45 a.m.

 

While the city slept, she was awake sitting on the roof of her building, her legs dangling off the side of the building, allowing the cool summer breeze kissed her skin. She couldn’t remember then last time she had slept through the whole night. Below her, the night owls made their way to their next stop chatting it up as they pounded the pavement. Even though it was the wee hours of the morning, the car horns and drivers cursing each other out could be heard loud and clear. Above her, the moon and stars were still out, illuminating the sky.

 

In her twenty-eight years of life Sunshine Parker had seen much more than she would wish on her worst enemy nut she wouldn’t change it for the world. Every event in her life, tragic or happy, made her the person she saw when she looked in the mirror.

 

“How did I know I would find you here, Bird?”

The voice put a smile on her face yet she didn’t turn away from the ledge.

“Because this is where you always find me, Pop. What is it that you want?”

“Oh, I can’t come see my little girl,” he asked with a chuckle. “That’s how you do your old man now?”

“You know you’re always welcome, don’t be dramatic,” she laughed finally standing from the ledge.



Ethan Parker and his wife adopted Sunshine when she was ten years old and hadn’t left her side since. Hey never had any kids of their own besides Sunshine and they were okay with that. She was much more than they could’ve asked for.

“You know it’s your mother who has the flair for dramatics. Come, let’s get inside. I’ve got something for you to do.”

While it would be strange to any other person that Ethan had come to her apartment this late (or early), it wasn’t to Sunshine. Had it been the middle of the afternoon then she would have been worried. There were a lot of late nights in her home growing up.

As they came off the elevator, they noticed the woman who lived in the apartment across from Sunshine’s was having some trouble with an unwanted guest. He looked drunk, she looked terrified screaming for him to get away and leave her apartment.

“I think she wants you to leave. Don’t be an asshole and ruin any of the small chance you had left,” Sunshine warned him softly.

The unwanted guest turned to look at her as she slowly walked down the hallway with Ethan right beside her. He gave her a smile as he eyed her creepily.

“Say, you should mind your business. This is between the pretty lady and me.”

Ethan settled himself between Sunshine’s neighbor and her guest, whispering for her to go into her apartment and lock the door. She stared up at him in confusion but didn’t question it, doing what she was told. If it was one thing Ethan didn’t tolerate, it was someone disrespecting a woman especially his wife, his mother or his daughter.

Sunshine leaned against her door watching Ethan jack the guest up by the collar of his bomber jacket, pinning him to the wall. This wasn’t anything new to Sunshine, she was used to seeing her father as a protector.

“When a lady asks you to leave that’s what you do. You don’t force yourself on her,” Ethan sneered through gritted teeth.

From the vantage point the unwanted guest realized the mistake he had made. He begun to regret not leaving when Sunshine had asked him to. “Look, I was just playin’. No harm done, man. Just let me down, Mr. Parker.”

“Apologize to my daughter and maybe I won’t have someone hunt your punk ass down.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Parker. I won’t do it again.”

Sunshine twirled her key ring around on her finger, hummin quietly to herself. Seeing the man dangling and shaking with fear at her father’s hands was priceless.

“What do you say, Bird? You accept it,” Ethan asked looking over his shoulder.

“Hmm,” she sung locking eyes with the man. “I don’t know. Sorry means you’ll do it again.”

“I apologize, I swear,” he plead looking her directly in her eyes.

With a pat on his shoulder, Sunshine let Ethan know the unwanted guest could leave but not without a warning. She laughed as she opened her door leaving it open for Ethan once he was finish.

The Parker Family was well known, for the most part they were a notorious crime family not to be confused with the mob or cartels. They were smarter and much more swifter than those two could ever dream of being. Ethan owned a billion-dollar company that was passed down to him from his father and from his father before him. That was one of the few clean businesses they ran. Each family member was offered a position, whether they took it or not was up to them. Either way they were still apart of the family. Parkers never turned their back on each other. They were each other’s backbone.

“You’re gonna have someone find him. Aren’t you, Pop?” Sunshine asked hopping into her love seat.

All Ethan did was smile at her assumption. He grabbed her Macbook, taking a few moments to boot it up and bring up documents.

“There is someone you need to go see. Your mom sent you the information a few hours ago but you hadn’t opened them which is why I’m here.”

She shrugged staring up at the ceiling. A few hours ago, she was tossing and turning in her bed, checking for attachments from her mother were the last thing on her mind.

“What is it about?” She asked softly.

“It’s right up your alley, Bird. Anthony Carter needs a little help keeping his hands to himself and the police aren’t doing anything about it,” Ethan explained passing the MacBook over to her.

Her eyes scanned a few of the pictures of Anthony, then read the file her mother had sent over. Apparently, Anthony had moved in with his girlfriend and got too comfortable around her thirteen-year-old daughter. His girlfriend had gone to the police, they turned her away citing they didn’t have enough evidence. She had kicked him out of her house but that didn’t stop him from approaching the young girl at school or harassing the mother and daughter on the street.

“How long do I have?” She asked still staring at the screen.

“About 42 more hours. So I’d get to singin’ if I were you, Bird.”

Cutting her eyes at her father, she cracked a smile at him and got up from her seat moving her MacBook to the side. Ethan pulled her into a strong hug, kissing the top of her head. When he knew she was going off he held her tight, too tight if you asked her but she would never complain. Ethan wanted to hold her just in case something went wrong.

“I’ve got Sunshine, on a cloudy day,” he sung lowly spinning her around in a circle. “When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.”

“Love you, Pop,” Sunshine sighed wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I love you more, Sunny.”



Brooklyn, NY

Wednesday, July 27, 2017

9:45 p.m.

 


To be such a disgusting individual one would think the pervert would lock his doors at night. Sunshine assumed after the police refused to press charges or even investigate, Anthony Carter was feeling invincible.

Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she walked through his filthy one-bedroom apartment. The television blared from the living room drawing Sunshine in that direction. There wasn’t any time to tip toe around him or any sweet talking. Sunshine snuck up behind the small sofa he sat on, chuckling quietly about his stupidity.

How did he not hear her heels?

“You know you should really lock your doors, Anthony. Anyone could just walk right in and do whatever they want to you.”

 

Anthony jumped from the sofa clutching his bare chest, huffing and puffing. The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He was scared shitless, he knew someone would be coming to him.

She smiled softly, walking around the sofa closer to him. “Don’t get up on my behalf. You may want to sit down we’ve got a few things to discuss.”

“Things like what,” he asked backing away.

“Things like your girlfriend’s daughter.” The small on her lips dropped seeing that Anthony was still moving. She pulled her Glock 43 from her waist, glad that she had taken the time to put the suppressor on. Taking aim at his head, she planted her feet firmly with her finger on the trigger. He raised his hands in surrender making sure not to make any sudden moves.  “Stop fucking moving. I won’t say it again.”

“What do you want from me? Is this about Kayla’s daughter? I didn’t do anything to her, she’s lying!”

“You’re not a very good liar, Anthony. You think I’d be here form just words? I’m shocked you think that little of me. I’m a Parker, baby, we know how to do our jobs.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll do whatever you want,” he conceded, “Please don’t kill me. I’m sorry.”

She scoffed tucking her Glock away then motioning for him to sit. “Sorry is probably my least favorite word. If you were truly sorry you would not have done what you did to that little girl. You’re only sorry because you know what I’m here for.”

“Miss Parker, please. Don’t do th—,” his begging was cut off by her finger against his lips.

“Shh. Don’t beg me. Regardless of what you say, it is still going to happen. Do you wanna know why?” She asked hovering over him. He trembled with fear, afraid to answer. “Cause dimming your light will leave all the others to shine as bright as they can.”

Anthony begun to sob, praying silently to himself. He hadn’t been the best man but he was sure God would hear him asking for forgiveness.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” Sunny sung softly circling the sofa. Anthony trembled as she stood behind him, she pulled the wire she had brought with her out and wrapped it tightly around each hand.

“Please, don’t,” he begged through his sobs.

Bringing the wire around his neck, she pulled tightly continuing with her song. “You make me happy, when skies are gray.” Gurgling could be heard through the struggle as he flailed his arms around like a dying fish. No matter how he tried to get the wire away, Sunny didn’t let up. His movement caused such friction that the wire begun to cut into his neck sending a burning pain through his body. “You’ll never know just how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

By the time she finished her bar, he lied motionless on the sofa with blood slowly trickling from his mouth. She squeezed tighter allowing the wire to cut deeper until blood was spilling through. Sunny wanted to be sure he was dead, this was the way to do it. She never left a job undone and she wasn’t about to start now.

Sunny made the call to have the apartment cleaned as she left the apartment building. Stepping into the crowd she walked a few blocks to her car, surveying the area around her before getting in and sped off towards her cousin’s club.

 

11:30 p.m.

Plush was fuller than she thought it would be on a Wednesday, Sunshine went in regardless. Her cousin’s club is where she came after every job. It was a familiar place that relaxed her. Bodies bumped against one another, the drinkers at the bar knocking shots back while the fakers nursed or baby sat their drinks on the first level. With authority she moved through the crowd to get to the steps that led to the second level.



Sunshine spotted her cousin in the section she was always in, her boyfriend sitting right beside her. Joy smiled warmly waving her over.

“Hey Sunny. Long night,” she asked as they hugged.

The music wasn’t as loud on the second floor which is why Sunshine preferred it over the first floor. She didn’t have to yell over the music to have a conversation.

“It was a quick one. I was running out of time, I got behind.”

“Bitch, when are you ever on time with your jobs,” Joy joked pushing her shoulder.

“Whatever,” she sassed, “What’s up, Solomon.”

He raised his hand to wave. Solomon didn’t do too much talking. He was all about showing and not telling. It was surprising that him and Joy were together, she talks too much and he barely does. But his quiet ways is what prompted Ethan and Joy’s father had brought him in to work for them.

Joy and Sunshine chatted for a while after Solomon went to handle business. Solomon moved things for The Parkers through the club, Joy knew it and didn’t care. She knew her family wouldn’t cause any harm to come down on her. And she trusted Solomon.

“Look out, Sunny. There’s a man coming your way.” Joy stared straight ahead, sipping her drink. Before Sunshine could ask who, she felt a presence beside her on the plush lounging sofa.


“I hope you I’m not intruding.” He held his hand out for her to shake which she took. “Roman. And you are?”

“Sunshine. What can I do for you, Roman?”

“Straight to the point, huh?” He laughed rubbing his hands together.

Ignoring Joy poking her in her side, Sunshine took in his features. The lighting was dim but they were bright enough for to see that Roman was gorgeous. His eyes, his beard and the jawline were catching her attention. But his ears were drawing her in the most.

“I know what you want, Roman. But closed mouths don’t get fed.”

 

With a chuckle, Roman stood from the sofa with his hand out. “Let’s move this to my place then.”

Sunshine winked at Joy then took his hand. “Did you drive?”

“No, my driver is outside. Did you?”

“I did. I’ll follow you lead, Roman.”


 

They stumbled into his apartment from the elevator. His being the only on the top floor of the building they didn’t have to worry about prying eyes. Killing always put Sunshine in the mood, it turned her on as sick as it sounded. Roman led her through the expansive apartment to his bedroom, closing the door behind them.

His lips were soft as pillows pressed against hers. She felt his lips slowly part then his tongue barely touch her lips. Almost involuntarily, Sunny’s lips parted and they tasted each other for the third time that night. It was the sexiest kiss Sunshine had experienced in years. Slow and soft but full of heat and desire. Roman’s arms circled her waist and he pulled her closer as the kiss deepened. She could feel his desire press against her through his Levi’s. Slowly, Roman turned her so that her legs were against the back of the bed. Like out of a movie, the pair fell to the bed, still locked in the kiss and embrace. Feverishly their tongues explored each other and heat built in their bodies. The room could have been on fire and neither of them would know it.

 

They broke the kiss to catch their breath. Those piercing chocolate brown eyes looked at Sunshine with lust and desire. Roman’s hand caressed her side as her leg parted his. He was hard against her body. Their mouths found each again, their hands wandered over the other. Tentatively, Sunshine worked her hand down his stomach, and pulled his shirt free from between them. Unsure of what he liked, Sunshine slowly stroked his smooth skin right above his waistband. The sharp intake of breath as he sighed encouraged her. Their tongues continued their dance as she loosened the button on his pants to explore a little further. He broke the kiss and to ask if she was okay.

 

“Okay is such a mild word, Roman,” Sunshine whispered pulling his hair free of its confinement. She could think of several other words that fit better, enraptured, horny even, but no, she was not okay. She chuckled softly, “Yes, I’m okay. Are you?”

 

“Honestly, I’m not,” he told her honestly. "You are so beautiful and I can’t think of one single thing I did right to deserve lying here with you.” With that, Roman’s mouth found her neck right below her ear.

 

She moaned softly in his ear wondering how he knew that spot was so sensitive.

 

Sunshine suddenly felt the need to move things a little faster and lowered his zipper. To her surprise, Sunshine discovered this man did not wear anything under his jeans. Her fingers touched his hardening dick and it jumped, aching to spring free. His hand was under her shirt rubbing her nipple until it was as hard as he was.

 

“Please.”

With one word, Sunshine knew what he was asking. She sat them up a bit then pulled off his shirt and kissed a path down his neck and across his chest. He made her pause long enough to remove her top and hurriedly unhooked her black lace bra.

 

Roman groaned as her breasts bounced free. “You are so beautiful.”

 

His fingers found her now hard nipples and gave a gentle tug. Spasms shot straight to Sunshine’s pussy and she was soaked. She kissed his chest again as she worked his jeans down his hips, his dick feeling the sweet freedom it desperately craved. His dick was hard, about seven inches long and Sunshine knew its girth would not easily fit in her mouth. She was going to have to work. Her kisses trailed to his stomach as she continued caressing his length.

 

“Are you sure?” She asked as her lips came close to kissing the swollen head.

 

“Very sure, Sunshine,” he said seductively. His large hand cradled the back of her head.

 

Her tongue darted out to taste him for the first time. His scent filled her nostrils as she ran her tongue along the length of the first dick she had tasted in a long time. He shivered when he felt her wrap her lips around him, slowly taking him deeper into her mouth. The pace was slow at first as she tried to learn what made his body quiver. Soon though, his hard dick was hitting the back of her throat in a rhythm he seemed to really enjoy from the groaning and how hard he was pulling hair her. With one hand, she stroked his length as her lips did the same. With the other hand, her fingernails lightly scraped across his thighs. Sunshine was so enthralled with pleasing him; she lost all track of the world. Was he still breathing? She thought to herself.

 

His hand stroked her hair, pushing her a little further wanting her to take more of his dick into her mouth. His groans grew louder further encouraging her. She sucked his length harder and faster. His hands knotted in her hair. His thighs tense under her hands. She knew he would cum soon. Sunshine took Roman’s free hand in hers and squeezed. He seemed to sense what she wanted to know.

 

"Fuck, Sunny. I’m gonna cum. Swallow me baby.”

 

She braced herself for the torrent of hot cum filling her mouth, gliding down her throat. His groans grew louder still and his hand squeezed mine tighter. “Here it comes, baby. You ready,” he asked panting.

 

Sunny’s mouth was quickly filled with the salty, sticky liquid. He seemed to go on longer than she thought possible. His grip on her hand stayed tight as he pumped her mouth to take him deeper. She swallowed his cum as quickly as she didn’t want to spill a drop. His breathing slowed bit by bit as she licked him clean.

 

He wiped his hands over his face finally letting Sunshine’s hand go. “You have an amazing mouth, Sunny.”

 

She smiled as she made her way back up the bed, trailing kisses across his stomach and chest. His breathing was still slightly labored as he tried to regain his composure. His arms wrapped around her waist as her lips fluttered across his neck. He pulled Sunny closer and his lips found hers again. She was slightly surprised as other men she had been with wouldn’t kiss her after they came in her mouth. The salty taste on her tongue mixed with the spicy scent that filled their noses.

 

 

His fingers found her nipples again and instantly they hardened. He lowered his mouth to lick them slowly. She willed him to suck them and soon he did; first one then the other. Electricity coursed from there straight to her swollen clit. He blew a cool stream of air across the wet nipple.

 

“Fuck,’ she moaned breathlessly.

 

Sunshine lost all track of time as Roman continued lavishing her breast with attention. She could feel her blood start to boil and knew she could cum very soon if he kept it up. Her hand found his silky black hair and it was her turn to tangle her fingers and urge him on.

 

“Ro, shit, suck my nipple harder and I swear I’ll cum for you.”

 

Sunshine had never been one to talk dirty during sex, but she couldn’t contain myself. The waves started to wash over her as she cried out. It was swirls of color, the smell of hot flesh, moaning and writhing as she came harder than ever from just his mouth on her breasts. Roman didn’t want her orgasm to end, before she could relax he had her shorts open and found her clit. Fireworks exploded before her eyes as the orgasm grew to a frenzy again. At the height of her spasms, Roman plunged a finger into her pussy and finger fucked me. The sounds of Sunshine panting filled the room as her climax kept going.

 

He sat up for a brief moment to pull the rest of her clothes from her sweaty body. Before Sunshine could make any attempt to help him, she was lying naked under his hard body. His mouth found hers again, kissing her slowly. His dick was hard again, teasing her pussy as she lie with her legs spread wide for him. Her pussy was slick from the orgasm, he knew he would have no trouble filling her with his hardness.

 

His dick found its target and he plunged into her. Her pussy strained as he filled her like no one before. Their bodies fit together perfectly finding the natural rhythm easily. They rolled together until Sunny was straddling him. This position allowed his hands to be free and he fondled her  breasts and pinched her nipples gently. Her hands were on his thighs as she steadied herself and rode him.

 

“You’re so big, Roman. Shit,” she gasped as she lifted herself up until just the head of his dick filled her. Slowly, she lowered her hips down until she was filled once again. Sunshine kept this pace up, watching how agonizing her teasing was to him.

 

His hands fell to her hips holding her up slightly. Then he took over, raising his ass from the bed pumping into her as deeply as he could. His balls slapped her ass every time he rose. The muscles in his face tightened—he was about to fill her up again.

 

“Yes, baby. Cum for me again.” Sunny moaned loudly. Her climax was building again and knew she would cum right along with him. Roman’s eyes locked with hers. She could see his jaw tighten as he growled, holding her still as his cum shot up into her eager pussy. His finger found Sunny’s clit and she climaxed, their juices mixing deep inside of her. They were both gasping for air as she collapsed on top of him. His heart was pounding in his chest and Sunshine worried for a brief second that he might have a heart attack. It took several minutes for their breathing to slow towards normal. Sunny rolled to her side and Roman put an arm around her shoulder.

 

The smell of hot, sweaty sex filled the air. Their heavy, labored breathing was the only sound. Sunny rolled over and glanced at the bedside clock. 2:30. They had been at it for two and a half hours. Roman had fallen asleep by the time she turned back over to him making Sunny giggle quietly to herself. Rationality took over and she slowly rose and tried to find my clothes while Roman slept peacefully with one leg dangling from the bed and the sheets barely covering him.

 

“Sweet dreams” Sunny whispered as she kissed him one last time. She hummed quietly as she walked through his apartment. Sunny stepped through the front door, closing it softly.

 

Once Sunny sat down in her car, she paused for a moment. She couldn’t believe what just happened. She stuck the key in the ignition and turned the key over. Sunny drove home in almost a daze, made her way to her bed and fell in to a dreamless and very contented sleep.

so. in honor of the yatori week au prompt, i’m publishing the first part of something @paperypiper​ and i have been yelling about. it turned into….more than i thought. so here’s a hades and persephone au.


death and the maiden
ao3 / ff.net
“it’s easy to sneak up on me,” she said. “or, so I’m told.” 
one corner of his mouth twitched upward. 
“and who tells you that?” 
“almost everyone…my grandmother calls me a sleepwalker. she says someday i’m going to be so caught up in a distraction that the evil gods under the earth will come snatch me away.”


Something about the air told her this spring would be an early one.

“So…why aren’t you waking up yet?”

She crouched, cupping the tulips’ heavy heads between her hands, trying to coax their tightly clasped petals apart through sheer force of will. The flowers trembled, tugging up through the dirt toward her.

Hiyori lowered her forehead to the soft point of the tallest tulip bud, closing her eyes. She felt the little plant trying to shake off its dream of winter.

It’s time to grow.

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Struck (Part Four)

EXO Fanfiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing - Female Reader x Kim Jongdae/Chen
A mysterious group move into your apartment building and you find yourself drawn to them, one in particular… but is it safe? Who are they really?

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He stood at the side of the roof top, staring at the city sprawling below him. He sighed, and let his frustration brim over. In the sky, the clouds of his mood began to boil on the horizon.

He thought this trip was meant to be liberating, but why did he feel more trapped?

He grit his teeth, trying not to let out a yell. Closing his eyes with a shaky breath, he felt a bolt of lightening rip out in the sky. He sighed, unclenching his fists, but just as he was about to turn to leave, a giggle pierced its way into his ears. He froze.

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Even though it was shocking, it wasn’t totally surprising, in some kind of way. There were no signs he’d done anything like this before, or anything. But just something in the back of your head just wasn’t, um… it was a different kind of shock, really. The immediate weeks after is really actually hard to remember at all. That time was intense in terms of just, stuff happening. Just doing things, looking, talking. And then the kind of, the wall of silence that just sort of came up naturally then. That’s when the nothingness arrived. The sort of, you know, the Dangling Man thing, Saul Bellow stuff. There was just nothing happening, I just lived in a fucking fazed out world, then. It was just a…totally blank page, in every aspect of life. There was no music, there was no words. There was just kind of… anxiety, stress, and waiting.
—  Nicky Wire on the period after Richey’s disappearance, from Escape From History
Comb (Killian Jones X Siren!Reader)

Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Killian Jones X Siren!Reader
Word Count: 780 (AGAIN IT’S SO SHORT I’M SO SORRY)
Prompt Given: Maybe Hook goes for a walk and finds Reader on the beach singing or something…
Author’s Note: Not really super romantic, just kind of hints toward a relationship in the future.

You sang softly to yourself, using both hands to drag the comb, something you had been lucky enough to find after a traveling princess dropped it into the sea, through your __h/c__ hair. It was full of tangles, and you started at the tips of your drenched hair before working your way up to the roots.

You were so entranced in what you were doing, brushes were truly magnificent inventions, that you didn’t hear the sound of boots slapping against the sand until they were only mere feet away from you. You had stopped singing, thankfully, but you couldn’t move from your spot on the rock without alerting the man to your whereabouts.

Contrary to popular belief, sirens main goal in life was not to lure sailors to their deaths. Sirens just liked to sing, and it was certainly not your fault that some men got so incredibly distracted by your singing that they crashed (though every time that happened, you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty as it had definitely not been intentional).

But here, on land, you were fairly defenseless. And by the sword dangling at the man's waist, he was not. The man, a pirate, by the look of his attire, cocked his head to the side as if he was listening to something. Your breath caught in your throat as the man turned his head in your direction, and you hoped that the branches hanging down in front of you would keep you hidden.

You realized, as the man’s eyes locked with yours and a slow smirk spread across his face, that they did not.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing.” The man said, and you noted that his voice deep and smooth like the sea. He stepped a little closer to you and frowned when you scrambled as far away from him as you could manage. The rock you were on wasn’t exactly large enough for that, and you started to slip off. The man rolled his eyes as he caught you easily, his arms adjusting to carry the sudden weight. “What on Earth was that for?”

You shrugged and tried to get out of the man’s hold, but his arms just tightened underneath your tail.

“Would you please stop wiggling? I’m not going to harm you.” The man muttered and sighed when you continued to struggle. He gently placed you back down on your rock before raising an eyebrow at you. “You have got to be the oddest mermaid I’ve ever met. They’re usually fighting for my attention.”

You shook your head without realizing it. “Not a mermaid. Siren. Big difference.”

His raised eyebrow arched higher. “Really? What’s the difference?”

You smiled, much to his surprise. “We have better voices.”

“You do?” You nodded, and the man grinned. “Prove it then.”

You did as he asked, singing a lullaby that your mother had taught you in a clear, but soft, voice. The man’s eyes drifted out of focus as you sang, and you could tell that he was slipping under your spell. You cut off the song after another a moment, and the man blinked in surprise as he realized what just happened.

“Definitely better than mermaids.” The man conceded, and your red lips curved into a surprisingly bashful smile. “I’m Killian, by the way. Killian Jones.” He held out a hand for you to shake, the only hand he possessed as the other ended in a sharp, shiny hook, and you did so after a moment of staring at the glinting metal hesitantly.

“__y/n__.”

Killian smiled at you. “A lovely name for a lovely lass.” A beat of silence passed during which you studied each other before Killian spoke again. “Would you be interested in a partnership?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “A partnership in what?”

A dangerous light flickered in Killian’s eyes. “Revenge.”

You deliberated in silence, your eyes flicking over the man that stood in front of you. “What would I get out of helping you?”

The pirate grinned wolfishly, leaning forwards so that his lips just barely brushed against your ear. “Anything you want.”

You shivered as he pulled away and extended out a hand for him to shake. “Deal.”

Killian scooped you into his arms and walked you over to the ocean, gently dropping you in before pointing to a ship that was tethered to the harbor. “Meet me there tonight at dusk. I’ll introduce you to my crew, and we can discuss the details of this partnership a little more…intimately.

You nodded once before diving into the water, and Killian smirked as you swam away. The Dark One wouldn’t know what hit him.

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A Low Blow

Vamp!Keith and Vamp!Shiro fic. Totally from this awesome post.

Lance is captured as a trap from Keith, and the Hunter knows full well that Shiro will follow anywhere his little brother goes.

This is high-key damsel in distress. We’ve got protective Keith AND Shiro. Whump City, let’s go.

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Doctor

Warning: contains a bit of gore.

Inspired by today’s emotional roller coaster of an upload.

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He should’ve done more.

Dr. Schneeplestein watched as his body sliced into Chase’s neck with a scalpel, hearing his initial screams turn into watery gurgles as the blade sunk deeper into his skin. He wished more than anything that he could stop himself, but his body wouldn’t listen.

He could’ve fought back harder.

In the corner of his eyes he could make out the dangling figure of Jackaboy Man, his bright red suit standing out against the pitch blackness of the room. How much of the suit was actually red or blood he couldn’t tell, but from what he did to Jackaboy’s body during his own procedure a few days earlier he dreadfully assumed the latter.

They were his responsibility. His friends.

An unwelcome smile broke from beneath his mask as he stared at his handiwork. From behind, he could feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of his skull at his every move, waiting in anticipation for the procedure to be complete. He felt cold.

What did that bastard make him do?

After another moment of cutting into Chase, he removed the scalpel and stepped back for Anti to take over. Said entity giggled and rubbed his hands together, placing one hand over Chase’s neck and another on the side of his forehead. Chase’s tear-stained face shifted fearfully away from Anti’s touch and his glassy eyes turned helplessly to look at Schneeplestein, begging, pleading for him to fight back. But Schneeplestein’s expression remained neutral, forced to watch as his friend was corrupted by Anti.

I’m so sorry.

As Chase’s body began to glitch and convulse, Anti turned with a face-splitting grin to pat Scheeple on the shoulder. “Good work, puppet,” he said lowly, dragging the surgical mask painstakingly slow down his face. “Now we can finally get this show on the road.”

Behind Anti’s cold and manic eyes Schneeplestein searched for the bright look that a certain someone had given him before all of this madness happened. He searched for the first thing he saw upon being brought into this world, the look of warmth and hope from a pair of ocean blue eyes that once belonged to a close friend, a brother even. He searched for a flicker, a shine, anything to signify that Jack was still in there somewhere fighting back against Anti.

But he was only met with a bloodthirsty stare from the entity that took that light away from him.

“Lets see how Jack’s fans think about their ‘favorite boy’ Chase now that he’s one of us.”

Schneeplestein said nothing as Anti grabbed his hair, forcing their faces closer together. Anti looked him dead in the eyes. “I know you’re in there doctor,” he growled, bringing a knife up against Scheeple’s already slit throat. “Don’t try anything funny in this next video.”

Schneeplestein stared back at him, the real him thinking back to the cheerful father that now lay twitching on the operating table. He thought back to Jackaboy Man’s lifeless body hanging from the ceiling and Jack’s glitching body fighting against Anti’s control, the man never once giving up hope throughout his entire struggle. He wanted this to end.

Let me out.

He felt his hand twitch, his real hand, and let a small glimmer of hope rise in his chest. He wouldn’t give up. Not when there was still a fighting chance. He had to keep resisting, for them. For him.

Still standing motionless, he smirked at Anti from the back of his mind.

“I vouldn’t dream of it.”