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Ernest Hemingway Quotes for the Signs
Earth Signs

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”

“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.“

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.“

Water Signs

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.“

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.“

Air Signs:

”Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”

“I love to go to the zoo. But not on Sunday. I don’t like to see the people making fun of the animals, when it should be the other way around.“

“I wake up in the morning and my mind starts making sentences, and I have to get rid of them fast - talk them or write them down.“

Fire Signs:

“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.”

Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”

“But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.“


Requested by Annon:

I would like a oneshot in which the reader is pregnant for 5 months of Roman and one day people invade his house at night trying to kill her and when Roman deals with them she gets scared and with desire to drink blood and roman give his blood to her.Angst/fuff         

A/N:  sorry for the big delay! I’ve been busy with college and that stuff, but here it is!  Sorry for my super horrible english…

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader

Title: Weird pregnancy’ cravings

It was another night in Hemlock Grove, this was my first winter living with Roman; after spending the whole afternoon cuddling on the couch, drinking hot chocolate and watching movies along with Peter – not to mention the countless times I had them out to satisfy my cravings – Peter had returned to Destiny’s apartment and Roman and I had decided to go to sleep. It was two o’clock in the morning and I could feel Roman’s warm breath crashing against my ear, sleeping peacefully beside me, I began to envy him because I was in my fifth month of pregnancy and there were nights when little JR didn’t stop kicking and wouldn’t let me sleep.

I cuddled into the sheets and turned to face him, he was sleeping on his left side, his lips slightly opened and his light brown hair falling on his forehead; he was so warm and calm that I stare at him for a while, trying to appreciate him completely; I loved Roman sleeping, it makes me wish that he was always this quiet. But with him everything was an adventure.  I stretched out one of my arms, pulling it from the blankets and rubbing his jawline with my fingertips, then I put behind his ear the hair that fell on his forehead, suddenly I felt his strong arm through my big belly to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him and I noticed his smile.

“Are you awake, Cheekbones?” I asked, raising my head a little to see him better

“I wasn’t, why don’t you sleep, Nipples?” he replied whispering without opening his eyes

“HEY!” I laughed “Stop calling me like that, Godfrey!”

“You call me ‘Cheekbones’ all the time, Y/N , and I have to deal with it”

“Yes, but it’s because your cheekbones are perfect and I LOOOOVE them” I confessed while brushing my fingers against his cheekbones, I felt his cheeks twitch with a smile

“Like you nipples, my love” he answered

“I know they’re not very symmetric, Roman, but you don’t have to make fun about it”

“Oh, no no no, don’t say that darling, for me they’re perfect, and more now, I love your pregnancy’ breasts” I laughed out loud “You didn’t answer me, Y/N, why didn’t you sleep yet?”

“It looks like your son will be a very good football player when he’s older” He was giggling slightly and I felt his hand caress my belly

“JR, you should let mommy sleep, today was a very tired day for both of us” he joked, we had done absolutely nothing, he hugged me and I felt his breathing in my neck “we should sleep now” He started giving me small kisses on my neck and jaw as he fell asleep again

I was playing with his hair for a while, checked my cellphone, sent messages to Peter and Destiny in hope that they were awake but none replied; I turned on the bed facing Roman again, I kept  watching him for a few minutes until a noise coming from the first floor got me out of my thoughts, I sat on the bed and waited to hear something more before I woke up Roman, I thought it had only been my imagination when I hear a louder noise “Roman…”I whispered to him, moving his arm “Hey…”

“mmmhn” he stammered without opening his eyes  

“I heard something downstairs” I whispered again

“Maybe it’s your imagination, babe” he said turning on the bed

“No Roman, I heard it twice”

“It’s nothing” we both heard a glass breaking” “Shee-it” he exclaimed getting up quickly from the bed and putting on a shirt, he took the ax that hung from the back of the bed and walked towards the door “I’ll go and check out what’s going on”

“No Roman, wait!” I said desperately from the bed  “Let’s call the police”

“No, there’s no time, listen…. No matter what, lock yourself here and don’t open the door” He kissed me on the lips “If I don’t come back soon, call Peter” I took his hand, didn’t want to let him go “Y/N” He looked at me, I felt the tears in my eyes and I released his hand. He left the room and I lock the door, then I looked for the gun that Roman kept in the drawers, I took it and I walked away from the door, sitting in the corner of the room.

I don’t know how much time had passed but I could hear the punches and the fight outside, I took my cell phone and called Peter several times until he answered

“what’s up girl?”  I heard, Peter’s hoarse voice from the other side, I had awakened him

“P-Peter… someone came into the house, R-Roman is…is fighting them, I don’t know what the fuck but….” The room window broke and a man dressed all in black appeared in front of me, he had a machine gun in his hands and was stared at me; the phone falls out of my hands and I slowly stand up pointing him with my gun

“Drop it…” he demanded as he pointed me with his gun “DROP THE DAMN GUN” I shake my head in deny and take the gun tighter in my hands, I fired the gun but I missed it, the guy pushes me and hits me in the hands making me to drop the gun. He started to pull me, I fought to release myself and I ran to the door, I opened it and tried to leave the room but the guy took me from my waist throwing me on the bed

“ROMAN” I screamed desperately and the guys pointed me with his gun

“SHUT UP” He hit me with his gun on the head, I felt the blood drain through my temple and someone hitting the door desperately

“Y/N!!” I heard Roman on the other side and then the door began to break, the guy gets distracted and I managed to run and hide in the bathroom. I tried to find a way out but it was useless because I was on the second floor and my tummy would make me get stuck by any window I tried to escape. I heard shots on the bathroom’s door and the guy walked into the bathroom

“You’re dead” the guy said mockingly while pointing his gun at me, I covered my tummy and closed my eyes waiting for the shot, but it never came, instead the guy falls to the floor with the ax on his head, I felt Roman’s arms wrap me in a hug

“ ARE YOU OKAY?” He asked me desperately, tucking my disheveled hair behind my ears and looking me in the eyes, I nodded feeling the tears in my eyes and he hugged me again. I sobbed a little while sinking my head into his chest and running my arms around his waist.  I watched the pool of blood form under the dead guy’s head and a strange desire grows in my stomach “Y/N?” He asked strangely, I didn’t stop watching the blood and soon he realized “What happens?”

“I’m hungry” I replied

“Let’s go out to get you something…”

“Not food…”I felt my heart racing

“Shee-it” I heard him whispering and he took me by the hand, walked me to the bed and made me sit there. I saw him go to the bathroom and coming back with a razor, he makes a wide cut on his arm and I look at him in shock, the blood began to flow, he put his arm in front of me and I looked at him in disbelief “Drink it”

“What’s happening to me?”

“It’s okay, you’re not going to kill me, drink it, Y/N” I grabbed his arms hesitantly, but finally I drink it and I could tell it was the best feeling in my life.


Sterek Week Day Three: Meet-Cute

Title: Kittens and Fluff


Stiles finds a box of kittens on his way to work. A storm seems to be brewing, so he does the only logical thing he can think of to help the small creatures: bring them to the office. It should be fine, he has a cubical all to himself. But then three of the cats go missing, and oh God, Derek Hale from marketing is going to have his head.


“What do you mean you lost the kittens?”

Stiles reaches out and punches his best friend in the arm before sticking his head over the cubicle wall to see if any of their coworkers heard Scott’s announcement. “Dude, use your indoor voice.” Convinced no one is paying them any mind, he slouches back into his seat and glances at the empty cardboard box under his desk dejectedly. “I didn’t mean to-. Look, I hadn’t had time to eat breakfast this morning, so I ran down to the break room for a snack, and when I got back they were gone.”

Scott scrubs a hand through his hair, and Stiles decides that it isn’t fair that he’s so worked up about it. After all, Scott’s not the one who misplaced two small kittens in their very large workplace. The Beacon, one of the biggest up and coming publishing corporations, doesn’t necessarily have a policy about animals on campus. But that doesn’t mean that the CEO’s will be pleased that Stiles brought a box of stray kittens into the building without asking permission first. And then lost said kittens.

“Why would you think it was okay to leave five cats alone unsupervised while you went to find food! You should have called me in to watch them!

Stiles sighs and holds up his fingers. “Okay, first, I didn’t lose all five of them. Danny took Boots, and Allison came and picked up Francis. Second, I was only gone for five minutes max, and that’s only because Greenberg stopped to talk to me. You know how hard it is to escape that guy! And third, they were asleep. I didn’t think they were going to make a daring escape while I was gone!”

Shaking his head, Scott bends down to look under Stiles’ desk for the fourth time in five minutes. “Yeah, I know. It’s just, what are we going to-.” Before he can finish his question, Stiles’ computer pings with an email alert. Freezing at the noise, they stare at each other until the computer pings again.

Stiles gulps, fingers twitches towards his keyboard. “Shit,” he mutters when he catches the sender’s name. “I’m so dead.”

Scott stands up to peer at the screen, clutching at Stiles’ shoulder as if that was enough to protect him from being fired.

If there is one thing that they both have learned during their nine months at the company, it is that no one messes with the Marketing manager, Derek Hale. They’ve both heard horror stories about how he’s made interns cry, and even though neither of them have met the CEO’s son, they know that they never want to do anything to make him mad. Stiles always thought that they were lucky they didn’t work in his department, thought they could continue to blissfully work under ‘Call me Coach’ Finstock without worrying about making Derek mad. And yet.

“What does it say,” Scott asks, breathing heavy. Stiles shudders a little before clicking the email icon. The message is short and clear: Mr. Stilinski, please come down to my office. The second email is just as short, and carries a heavy weight: As soon as possible please.

The both stare at in in horror, and then Scott shakes his head and agrees, “You’re so dead.”

Stiles blinks at the email, then forces a smile up at his friend. “What are the chances Derek just wants to congratulate me on my hard work?”

Scott snorts. “Yeah, the head of a different department is calling you to his office on the day you lose three kittens in the building to congratulate you on your work.”

Pushing at his shoulder, Stiles stands up and glares at his friend. “You don’t know, man.” Faking bravado, Stiles straightens his shoulders and nods. “Okay, here goes nothing.”

Scott pats his back then disappears to his own cubicle, leaving Stiles on his own. He walks slowly, opting to take the stairs up the two flights instead of the elevator, hoping the time will steady him. It doesn’t really help, and when he finally gets to Derek’s floor, all he can do is hope that no one will be able to tell how badly his legs are shaking.

Erica Reyes, the only member of Derek’s personal marketing team that Stiles actually knows, smirks when she sees him. There’s something in her eyes that makes him queasy, and he edges past her desk quickly, avoiding eye contact. She just laughs at his unease.

He’s almost relieved when he knocks on Derek’s door, until he hears Derek’s gruff, “Come in,” and the fear rears back with a vengeance.

Stiles expects almost anything but what he opens the door to see.

The infamous Derek is lounging on the small sofa in his office, two small kittens curled up and sleeping in his arms. The third, an orange one that Stiles named Nemo, is sitting on the back of the couch, playing with Derek’s hair.

Stiles can’t decide if he wants to coo because of how cute the sight is, or cry because Derek Hale is probably the sexiest man he has ever seen. He has his tie off and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, enough to expose curls of dark hair, he’s looking at the kittens as if they are the most precious thing in the world, and it’s killing Stiles. If Stiles’ mouth drops open, he can’t really be blamed for it.

Derek, unaware of Stiles’ inner turmoil, smiles over at him. “Mr. Stilinski, it’s nice to finally meet you. I would stand up to shake your hand, but-. Well, they just fell asleep and I don’t want to disturb them.”

“I-. You found the kittens.” It’s a stupid thing to blurt out, but his brain is a little fried at the moment and those are the only words he can get out.

Expression growing serious, Derek nods. “Yes, I was on my way to meet Finstock when I noticed them in your cubicle.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts. Derek’s eyes widen at the outburst, and Stiles rushes on to explain. “I was on my way to work when I found them, and I couldn’t just leave them out there. But I was running late already, and this was the only place I could bring them!” As he goes on, Derek’s (magnificent) eyebrows climb higher and higher in astonishment. “I’m so sorry. I’m sure that this goes against some obscure company policy, but I promise that I can get rid of them! I can even go now, if you want me too.”

Derek blinks a few times, gathering his wits again, before speaking. “Mr. Stilinski, I’m not upset that you brought them into the office. They aren’t hurting anyone. I only brought them here because they were trying to escape from their box and I didn’t want them getting lost.”

Stiles stares at him. He can’t piece together how the man lounging before him is the same person from everyone’s horror stories. “You’re not going to fire me?”

He didn’t think it was possible for Derek to look more surprised. “What? Fire you? No! I don’t-. You’re not even in my department.”

Nemo, seemingly board with Derek’s hair, starts to make his way daringly across the back of the couch. Feeling more comfortable now that he knows that his job isn’t on the line, Stiles moves further into the office and catches the small cat before he can try to make the jump to the floor. Nemo climbs up his chest instead, purring in contentment.

“I thought they got loose,” Stiles explains, trying to ignore the way Derek watches him. “I was so worried that they would get lost.” He clears his throat, and meets Derek’s gaze. “So thank you, for bringing them here.”

The sentiment makes Derek duck his head, hiding a smile, and oh Gods, he’s a marshmallow. “It was no problem. I-.” He trails off, clears his throat. “Are you planning on keeping all of them?”

He gestures to Stiles to take a seat, which he appreciates. Nemo has been trying to squirm out of his arms, and he doesn’t want to drop him. As soon as he’s seated on the chair by the desk, Stiles sets the small kitten on the floor to explore and turns his attention back to Derek.

“As much as I would love to take them all home with me, Nemo is the only one I’m going to keep for myself. I’m planning on finding some friends or something to adopt those two though.” He gestures to the kittens sleeping against Derek. “Then if I can’t find anyone, I guess I’ll take them to a shelter.”

A blush appears on Derek’s cheeks. “Um. I would like to keep them, if you don’t already have some friends who want them.”

Stiles feels his mouth drop open again. “Wait, really?”

His blush deepens. “I-. Yes. I promise that I’ll be able to take care of them. I’ve wanted to get a cat for awhile, and well-. These two are so sweet, and they seem to like me quite a bit, and-.”

A smile pulls at Stiles’ lips as Derek continues to rattle on about why he would be a good pet owner. Everything that he’s ever heard about Derek Hale is most definitely false. This guy is nothing more than a very attractive marshmallow.


“I can’t believe I ate that whole burrito,” Scott drones as they step out of the elevator. Since they finished lunch, he hasn’t stopped complaining about how full he is. Stiles stopped paying attention to it well before they even got back to their building.

It’s been just over a week since everything with the kittens went down, and Stiles can’t get Derek out of his head. He hasn’t seen him since then, but every time he lets his mind wander, kaleidoscope eyes appear to him. Like now, all he can think about is how relaxed Derek was lounging in his office. Stiles can imagine curling up with him there, tucking around his body like the kittens did. It’s honestly very distracting.

“Dude.” Scott punches his shoulder to get his attention. “You seriously zoned out on me. Again.” His nose wrinkles, and then he sighs with his whole body. “Please don’t tell me you were thinking about Derek again. I swear you’re worse than I was with Allison and-.”

They turn into Stiles’ cubical and stop short. Because sitting on his desk, playing with his pens and grinning at them is Laura Hale. Laura Hale, who will be CEO of The Beacon when her mother steps down. Laura Hale, who has a lot of power in the company already. Laura Hale, who just overheard Scott telling Stiles to stop daydreaming about her younger brother.

Oh Gods, he’s dead.

Scott looks back and forth between them, then takes a step back. “I’ll talk to later, Stiles,” he says, voice quivering only a little before he retreats.

Stiles blinks at Laura for a moment before babbling. “Oh, hey Laura. Laura Hale. Laura future CEO. How’s it, uh-. How’s it going?”

Her laugher is gleeful. “Oh, this is perfect. I assume you’re Stiles Stilinski, correct?” He nods, frantically bobbing his head up and down. Her grin is predatory. “Then you’re the one who responsible for giving my brother those cats?”

“I-. Yes, he took two of these kittens I found a week ago. But-.”

She raises one hand to cut him off. “Which means that you’re the one responsible for making him so happy.” His jaw drops. He can’t help it.

Laura rises to her feet, long limbs unfolding gracefully until she stands before him. “Derek is a hard one to crack,” she begins, crossing her arms and looking fond. “Since he’s started working here, he’s hardened himself into his role. He’s always taken things too seriously, and I was starting to worry that nothing would get him excited again. And then I went to his office for lunch one day, and found him grinning over at these two cats, laughing as they chase each other around.”

Some of the edge in her expression relaxes back into fond exasperation. “And he wouldn’t stop talking about you, about how good your work is, about how he thinks you’re a great employee.”

Stiles colors at the praise. “I-. I don’t even work in his department.” As soon as he says it, he feels like smacking himself in the face. Obviously she knows that he doesn’t work for Derek. It’s her job to know.

“Still, you made an impression. And I’m sure it’s not just because Derek thinks you’re hot.”

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“W-what-.” Stiles can’t exactly understand.

Cackling at his expression, she reaches out to pat at his shoulder. “You know, it’s not against the company policy for employees to date.” He blinks at her, still trying to understand. “I’m just saying. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to. Derek shouldn’t be too busy now though, and I know he hasn’t eaten yet.” She points at a bag on his desk. “That’s his lunch, if you would be so kind as to take it to him.”

He’s nodding before he can comprehend what’s happening. It makes Laura laugh again, before she pats his cheek. “It was nice to meet you, Stiles. Hopefully we’ll be seeing more of each other very soon.”

Stiles watches her walk away, still feeling off balance. And then he’s scrambling, grabbing the bag and moving to the elevator. He barely hears Scott yell out for him, but he’s too busy thinking about how he might actually have a chance with the man of his dreams Derek.

The elevator ride seems to take forever. When the door finally opens on the right floor, Erica is waiting on the other side.

She actually looks surprised for a moment, but then her eyes catch on the bag he’s carrying, and a sly grin pulls her lips up. “Stilinski,” she murmurs. “Welcome back. I was wondering how long it would take you to wander up here again.”

Not giving him a chance to respond, she climbs in the elevator herself and shoves him out. “Good luck, Stiles” is yelled his way as the elevator closes.

Heart pounding, Stiles makes the walk to Derek’s office, entering when he hears the familiar call, “Come in!“

Derek is standing with his back to the door, rustling through a filing cabinet and giving Stiles a great view of his ass. It’s distracting enough that Stiles doesn’t even realize he’s talking.

“I thought you got lost,” Derek grumbles without turning around. “When you offered to bring me lunch, Laura, I expected it a little sooner. Some of us have actual work to-oh.” He turns, eyes widening when he sees Stiles instead of his sister. “Stil-. Mr. Stilinski. How can I help you today?”

“I have your lunch,” Stiles squeaks, holding out the bag. “Your sister asked me to drop it off.”

A frown pulls at Derek’s lips even as a blush colors his cheeks. “She didn’t talk to you, did she?” Stiles blinks at the pleading edge in his voice. “She asked you to bring that up, and that was it? Right?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but then movement from the couch catches his attention. One of the kittens is jumping around the couch, playing with a blanket draped there. Beside the couch is a large cat tree, and the other kitten is resting there, looking content.

“You keep them in your office,” Stiles asks, distracted.

Derek’s blush deepens. “Figs doesn’t like being left alone,” he grumbles. “And I wasn’t going to leave his sister behind. Besides, I work late sometimes, and it wouldn’t be fair for them to be alone all the time.”

His heart might actually burst out of his chest. Derek is too much, so cute. It might kill him.

“I-. Laura might have mentioned that you’ve told her about me,” he says finally, drawing his attention back to the conversation at hand. It makes Derek pale. “And she might have mentioned that it wasn’t just because you think I’m hot.”

“Oh, Gods, I am so sorry. Laura is-. She likes to meddle with stuff she shouldn’t, even here at work and-.”

“It was a mortifying conversation,” Stiles continues, stepping farther into the office, “Because my best friend had been yelling at me for daydreaming about you.”

Little bunny teeth poke appear when Derek’s mouth falls open. It takes him a second before he asks, “Really?”

Stiles shrugs, setting the bag on his desk. “Yeah, really. I’m sure Laura will tell you all about it.”

At that, Derek laughs, head tipping back far enough that Stiles is assaulted with thoughts of marking his skin.

“So if I asked if you wanted to get dinner later,” Derek trails off.

It makes Stiles grin. “I would ask what time you get off.”

When Derek laughs again and reaches out to grab his hand, Stiles is thankful for kittens, and rainstorms, and meddling sisters. He really loves his job.

Imagine Rowan singing "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" while he trained Aelin
  • Rowan: You must be swift as a coursing river *starts chasing Aelin*
  • Rowan: With all the force of a great typhoon *as Aelin is chopping wood*
  • Rowan: With all the strength of a raging fire *as Aelin is carrying a heavy pot in the kitchen*
  • Emrys: (in the background) BE A MAN
  • Rowan: MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON *flies to Aelin's window and creeps in the shadows as she's sleeping*
  • Aelin: Rowan what the FUCK
Hold It

A/N: So good, it hurts.

“You really piss me off sometimes,” Dan grumbled. He currently had a grip on my wrist and was leading me upstairs into the flat. I rolled my eyes, he was so dramatic when he wanted to be.

We’d been having a perfectly fine evening, until I’d decided to annoy him. Usually he would either ignore me or bother me just as I did him, but there were also times like these. He’d suddenly steam up and would be in an irritated mood for the rest of the night. It had long since stopped intimidating me, and now I knew he just needed space when he was in these moods.

As he locked the door I went to head toward the living room to do just that, leave him alone. Dan’s grip on my wrist didn’t let go, though. He still had his jacket on, just standing in front of the door with a hand on me. I shook him, starting to get annoyed myself. “Hey, hulk man? Yeah I’m gonna need that arm back now.” Dan yanked me as I started walking. His eyes were literally on fire while he looked down at me. “Alright well, you got me. Now what? You gonna throw me outside for the night?”

My body was pressed against his chest now. His face got closer to mine, until our noses were touching. “You,” he growled, “are going to go to our room, strip naked, and wait for me to come in there. Do I make myself clear?” Usually I hated being told what to do, but Dan rarely called the shots in bed, it excited me. I only nodded and let him release me so I could fast-walk to the bedroom. When I entered, I peeled my clothes from my body. They fell and joined the piles of clothing on the floor. There was anticipation running through my veins, Dan and I had had a few fights that ended in hot sex, but it only happened when were were both upset. If one of us was mad we’d usually keep our distance. Dan’s steps got closer and closer while my body climbed up the bed and then sat in the middle. Dan entered the room, his shirt was off and in his hand but he dropped it to the floor as he came toward me.

“Come down here.” I cautiously headed toward where he stood at the foot of the bed, getting up on my knees and looking up at him expectantly. “Now what, big man?” He bit his lip and remained silent, long enough for me to get uncomfortable under his gaze. “Since you love to push me right to the edge…” Dan pushed my shoulder and I fell back. He dropped down to the floor and his hands were placed on my knees. “So let’s see how you like it.” I swallowed hard. His voice was deep and soft.

Slowly, Dan pushed my knees apart and I was on display to him. I wanted to close my legs out of shyness, but wanted to see where he was going with this. Without preamble, he started leaving wet kisses along the inside of my thighs. His hands slid slowly on along the tops of my thighs as well, sending tingles down my legs and right between them too. He knew they were sensitive, my body was getting hotter. Moments later, his left hand was skirting dangerously close to my center. By then I was more than ready for him to do more to me, sighing every few seconds. His finger teased me, tracing over every bit of me without hitting my clit, just gathering wetness and spreading it around. “C’mon, Dan. Do something,” I whined. “Alright, baby. As you wish.” The evil finger that had been teasing slid slowly into me. It wasn’t enough, but I still gave a gratified sound. He pumped it in and out of me while still littering kisses around where I wanted him most. Soon another finger was added, and he picked up speed. In a few minutes I was close, moaning loud and begging him not to stop. Dan stopped kissing me and looked up.

“You wanna cum?”

I nodded so hard my neck cracked a little, “Please don’t stop I’m so close!”

“Well too bad.” Dan ripped away all contact he had with me. Instantly I was falling away from that ecstatic moment he’d been driving me toward. I tried to chase it but without any stimulation I knew it was gone. I propped up on my elbows and looked at him in anger. “What? Didn’t like that? Didn’t like feeling good and then having it all stop?” I pouted and pushed my hips toward him, hoping he’d actually go back and finish me. Surprisingly he started up again.

Three almost-there moments later and I could feel tears in my eyes. “Dan…I’m begging you just-” I tried to catch my breath and speak at the same time. Plump pink lips pulled away from my overheated, soaking center. “You think I should let you cum now?” I didn’t even bother answering, just whining out softly. “Hey, don’t give up. Maybe I will this time.” Dan waited until he was sure I had calmed down enough, then proceeded to work me over again, faster this time, until I was right there, just about to let go. “On second thought…” I cried out. My fingers were gripping the sheets impossibly hard. “I’m still pretty mad at you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up halfway. “Bear, I’m sorry I made you so upset tonight. I promise I won’t bother you anymore just please please let me cum baby I’m going to explode!”

While sex between us could get a little on the kinkier side, nothing one of us did had ever pushed the other to beg; not until now. Dan seemed genuinely shocked at my words. “Did I push you too far, princess?” He uttered in a soft voice. “No no no I’m good. Just can you…you know.” I gestured to my nether regions. For the first time during the hour he’d been torturing me, he gave a genuine smile instead of a smirk. This time when he leaned in, I knew he would finish me properly. His tongue and lips went back to my clit, his fingers playing with that soft spot inside me. In less than a minute I had a grip on his hair and I was all but screaming his name with a mix of “Daddy” and “thank you”. Dan rode me through it, until I was too sensitive and he had to stop.

My vision blurred with tears and I tried to catch my breath. Distantly I heard Dan remove his pants and climb behind me on the bed. Carefully, he pulled me up where he was, and held me to his chest, idly wiping at the last of the frustrated tears on my face. “I really am sorry if I made you mad,” I said. Dan stopped and turned my head to look at him. “It’s fine, pumpkin. Sorry I pushed you so much tonight.”

“Don’t worry. I actually kind of liked it. Maybe I should piss you off more in the future.”

His face got serious, “Do it again and next time you just won’t cum.”

Maybe it was because he’d just made me cum, but I didn’t really believe him.

A/N: still no computer, dears! Sorry but this format will have to do

Ivan paces in his room. He’s been doing this for roughly an hour now, grumbling angrily in Russian, occasionally bursting out with some enraged exclamation. On the other side of the locked door, his sisters and the Baltics stand with their ears nervously pressed to the wood. Every shout, every slammed fist makes them flinch.

“S-so, what’s he mad about this time?” Toris asks, voice hushed in case his former boss decides then to acknowledge their eaves-dropping.

Eduard is blessedly calm in his response: “I think it was something Alfred did.”

“The idiot used big brother’s vodka stash as fuel for a fire.“ Natalia, meanwhile, looks downright murderous. “He wanted to put big brother on a quitting plan, despite big brother’s wishes.”

“Shhhh, I think something's happening!” Yekaterina says none-too-quietly.

Indeed, something is happening. Ivan, still taking deep breaths, turns on his phone and opens it to contacts. A dark aura around him, he presses the call button of one particular contact.

The phone rings.


Ivan smiles innocently. "Hello, Alfred.“

"Oh, hey, what’s up?” The American perks up.

“Not much.” His eyes slip closed in content. “Just looking through old knick-knacks. It's funny how many special objects get left in some forgotten box in some forgotten room.”

Alfred laughs awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, I guess I see what you mean? Like, why keep something if it’s just going to sit there and collect dust?”

“I’m very glad you agree with me.” Ivan raises a hand, a lit match delicately held between pointer finger and thumb. Before him is a pile of every last object of Alfred’s that had been left at Ivan’s house, whether mistakenly or purposefully.

“Out with the old and in with the new-”

“Whoah, whoah, can you hold on a minute? I’m killing zombies.”

“… What?”

Alfred scowls, speaking into his headset, “Kiku, I thought you said you were covering me?”

“I am. There are too many.”

“Well, make them stop existing!”

A sigh, “Alfred-kun, I’m trying.”

“Well, try harder!”

“Alfred?” Ivan’s eye twitches.

“Yeah, just give me a few. Kiku! I said to cover me! Don’t shoot me!”

Soft laughter from Kiku’s end.

“… You’re doing this intentionally, aren’t you?” Alfred groans, “Kiku, dude, my main man, quit it.

Seeing an opening, Ivan cuts in, “You mean like how you’re making me quit vodka?”

“You’re still pissed about that? Sheesh, talk about relentless.”

The dark aura grows.

Alfred lowers his controller, expression deadpanned. “Relationships need to be balanced. I gave up McDonalds, so you have to give up vodka. Deal with it.”



“It took me months to put together that stash!”


“Alfred, I will burn everything you love!”

“What, so you’re going to set yourself on fire?”

Ivan pauses.

Kiku’s heard muttering a “Lol, wut?”

“… Can you repeat that?”

Red-faced, Alfred swallows before starting, “I, um, I said, ‘what, so you’re going to-’”

Ivan throws the phone out the window.

Natalia slams the lock-picked door open. “BIG BROTHER, DID HE JUST-?”

*Submission by the lovely @kittyreaper

Deathly Calm

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester

Length: 1723+ words

TW: Character death, cheating, implied smut, car accident

A/N: This is for Brook @wayward-oneshots and Taylor’s @impalaimagining Angst Challenge! This was super fun to write, and thank you for giving me the chance to join the challenge! I don’t know why I find this one so sad. I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! 

Prompt: “You told me to go to hell. Well, this is it - my life without you.”

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Dean bellowed. 

“I was saving your life,” you replied calmly- well, as calm as you could. Inside, your heart was racing. You’ve never seen Dean this mad before, and having him scream at you like that was enough to worry you. Despite your concern, you knew it would be best to stay calm. Be the steady water against his blazing fire. 

“The fuck you were- You were being stupidly reckless!”

“I’m sorry, Dean, but I was not, and you know it.”

“If you want to be stupid on your own, that’s fine, but don’t bring your shitty decisions when you’re hunting with us! We’ve already got enough shit on your plate, and we don’t have time to be babysitting you!”

“I can handle myself just fine, Dean. I think you need to cool down- you’re not thinking logically right now. I’m going to leave for the night, and we’ll talk in the morning.” 

“Oh, what?! You think I’m the one being unreasonable.”

“Right now? Yes.”

“Oh, go to fucking hell, Y/N. I’m done with your bullshit! If you wanna go on a suicide mission every time we go hunt, be my guest. Just don’t come crawling back to when you’re dying,” he spat.

“Bye, Dean.” You carefully closed the door behind you, deciding to get another room. The only room they had available happened to be the room right next to Dean’s room. You let out a sigh as you stepped in, careful not to make too much noise. The noise of heavy boots perforated through the thin walls, and soon your room shook with the force of Dean slamming the door beside yours. 

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[KOR/ENG LYRICS] 진격의 방탄 (Attack on Bangtan) by BTS


하지만 방탄소년단이 진격한다면 어떨까?

방 탄 소 년 단

진격해 방 탄 소년단처럼
진격해 방 탄 소년단처럼
진격해 방 탄 소년단처럼
진격해 방 탄 소년단처럼

진격 용감하지?

용감한 방탄소년단
인기 역시 용감하게 ge ge get it
난 랩괴물, 깔리고 깔린 랩퇴물들을
다 쓸어버려 가뿐하게 be be beat it
가사? 완전 신들렸지
24/7 언제나 난 굿해
뭣도 없고 멋도 없는 애들이
오늘도 부려대는 저 추태

내 두 발이 보란 듯이 경적을 울려,
이 판의 출사표 내 가요계 출격
내 첫 타석 봐 홈런 때려
자신 없다면 방망일 내려
내 무댄 끌리는 대로 슛해
맘대로 그래도
대중의 함성들은 내 귀를 채워
그래 난 무대 위에 강백호,
다 증명했어 그저 마이크는 거들 뿐

다 미칠 준비 됐나
힘껏 뛸 준비 됐나
명치에 힘 빡 주고
단 전 호 흡
다 미칠 준비 됐나
힘껏 뛸 준비 됐나
그렇담 지금부터 소리질러

우리가 누구? 진격의 방탄소년단
우리가 누구? 겁없이 집어삼킨다
cuz we got fire fire fire
get higher higher higher
우릴 모른다면 제대로 알아둬
우리가 누구? 누구? 진격의 방탄

Lalala la lala lalala lalalalala turn up
Lalala la lala lalala lalalalala turn up
니 마음을 집어삼켜
내가 왔다 지금 알려

Lalala la lala lalala lalalalala
우리가 누구? 누구? 진격의 방탄

우리 음악이 시작됐다 하면
눈 뒤집혀서 피우는 난리
우리 스타일은 No More Dream
무대 위에서 선배들 등을 밟지 (I’m sorry Man)
What? What more can I say?
데뷔부터 지금까지 쭉 위로
우리의 고지점령은 시간문제
첫 블럭을 자빠뜨린 도미노

그래 자빠뜨려 눈 깜빡 뜨면
우린 무대에서 귀를 잡아 끌어
이런 감각스런 내 랩의 향연
한 번 맛보면 숨 가빠지며
너는 완전 속이 타 cant nobody hold me down
Ok 나는 4분의 4박자
비트 위를 항상
찢고 다녀 무대 위에선
상남자 style

다 미칠 준비 됐나
힘껏 뛸 준비 됐나
명치에 힘 빡 주고
단 전 호 흡
다 미칠 준비 됐나
힘껏 뛸 준비 됐나
그렇담 지금부터 소리질러

우리가 누구?
진격의 방탄소년단
우리가 누구?
겁없이 집어삼킨다
cuz we got fire fire fire
get higher higher higher
우릴 모른다면 제대로 알아둬

무대 위에 오르는 순간
그대의 함성들을 난 느껴
그대로 영원히 거기 있어줘
이대로 죽어도 후회는 없을 테니까

우리가 누구?
진격의 방탄소년단
우리가 누구?
겁없이 집어삼킨다
cuz we got fire fire fire
get higher higher higher
우릴 모른다면 제대로 알아둬

우리가 누구? 누구? 진격의 방탄

진격해 방 탄 소년단처럼
진격해 방 탄 소년단처럼
진격해 방 탄 소년단처럼
진격해 방 탄 소년단처럼

우리가 누구? 누구? 진격의 방탄



But what will happen if BTS rises?

Bang! Tan! So Nyeon Dan!

Go forth like the Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Go forth like the Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Go forth like the Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Go forth like the Bulletproof Boy Scouts

Attack, aren’t we brave?

The brave Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Our popularity, just as bravely ge ge get it
I’m a Rap Monster, I easily sweep away
All the rap trash that line the floor, be be beat it
Lyrics? They’re simply godlike,
24/7 I’m always good*
The racket that those kids with nothing and no style kick up once again

My two feet proudly sound the alarm,
Announce my entrance to the K-Pop scene
Look at my first bat, I hit a homerun
If you’re not confident, lower your bat
I shoot the way I want on my stage
The way I want, but still,
The shouts of the crowd fill my ears
That’s right, I’m Kang Baek-Ho** on stage,
I’ve proved it all, the microphone is just an accessory

Are you all ready to go crazy
Are you ready to run as fast as you can
Tighten your solar plexus and take a deep breath
Are you all ready to go crazy
Are you ready to run as fast as you can
If you are then, right now, scream!

Who are we? The rising Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Who are we? We swallow them all up without fear
Cuz we got fire, fire fire
Get higher, higher higher
If you don’t know us, then take a good look
Who are we? Who? The rise of Bangtan

Lalala la lala lalala lalalalala turn up
Lalala la lala lalala lalalalala turn up
I swallow up your heart,
I’m here, tell the world right now

Lalala la lala lalala lalalalala
Who are we? Who? The rise of Bangtan

The moment our music starts,
People flip out, make a racket
Our style is No More Dream,
We step on our seniors’ backs on stage (I’m sorry Man)
What? What more can I say?
From our debut till now, we keep going up
Reaching the top is just a matter of time,
The first block of dominos has been knocked over.

Yeah, knock them over, if you blink
We captivate ears on the stage
The sensual banquet of my rap,
The moment you taste it your breath comes quicker
And your insides burn, can’t nobody hold me down
Ok, I’m always on top of the 4 by 4 beat
Ripping it apart, on the stage I’m a tough guy style

Are you all ready to go crazy
Are you ready to run as fast as you can
Tighten your solar plexus and take a deep breath
Are you all ready to go crazy
Are you ready to run as fast as you can
If you are then, right now, scream!

Who are we? The rising Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Who are we? We swallow them all up without fear
Cuz we got fire, fire fire
Get higher, higher higher
If you don’t know us, then take a good look

The moment we step on stage
I hear the sound of your screams
Just stay there like that forever,
Because even if I die now, I won’t have any regrets

Who are we? The rising Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Who are we? We swallow them all up without fear
Cuz we got fire, fire fire
Get higher, higher higher
If you don’t know us, then take a good look

Who are we? Who? The rise of Bangtan

Go forth like the Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Go forth like the Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Go forth like the Bulletproof Boy Scouts
Go forth like the Bulletproof Boy Scouts

Who are we? Who? The rise of Bangtan


(T/N: * Play on words. The word 굿해, here translated as ‘I’m good’, also means ‘to have a shaman ritual to exorcise evil spirits’, which is a reference to the word 신들렸지, here translated as ‘godlike’ but which can also mean ‘possessed by spirits’.
** Famous Korean baseball player.)

Trans cr; Yein @ bts-trans

just in time

@vlhoria asked: can you do an angsty fic that maybe ENDS with fluff but it’s peter x reader (and she knows he’s spider-man) and gets kidnapped and tortured reallllyy bad (almost dies) and peter almost doesn’t make it in time to save her? (i would prefer for it to end with a lil fluff but  you can run with it haha)

warnings: torture and angst 

word count: 2k

author’s note: this sucks but the request didn’t so i am deeply sorry for how rank this is.

Originally posted by winter-hunters

You hadn’t showed up at school today which Peter normally wouldn’t have worried much about, but the fact that he had only told you he was Spider-Man yesterday worried him, a lot. 

And now the sinking feeling of regret and panic settled in Peter’s stomach only growing more with each passing hour, it only seemed as the clock on the school wall moved slower and slower and him fearing for you safety he ditched the rest of the day and ran into the nearest alleyway to change into his suit.

He looked around making sure that no one was near before he pulled his blue sweater over his head and opened his backpack to get the red and blue suit Tony had made him. 

After he had removed his pants only leaving him in his plaid boxers, he quickly pulled the red and blue fabric onto his body along with the mask. He looked around one last time, seeing no one he pressed the spider on the front allowing the suit to wrap it self around his frame.

He first swung by your window landing on the fire escape with one hand in front of him and the other one behind his back. He pushed your window open and crawled into your room, and there was no sign of you there either.

He then pulled his mask off and walked around your house calling your name every once in a while knowing it was still a whole week until your parents got home from the business trip they had left for a couple of days ago.

It was quite obvious that you weren’t there so he picked up his phone and dialed your number for what felt like the hundredth time today. He waited and he waited until he finally heard the “Hi it’s Y/N sorry i can’t come to the phone right now leave a message after the beep!” 

He let out a frustrated sigh at this pulling his backpack off his shoulder so he could place the phone back in it, but before he could do so his phone dinged signaling that he had gotten a message.

His eyebrows furrowed in a questioning manner as he turned the phone around pressing the turn on button on the side. His phone screen lit up showing a notification that read ‘video message from Y/N’ he was quick to swipe right and unlock his phone to see what you had sent him.

He was hoping that it would be a video of you explaining where you were and why you hadn’t come to school today but judging by the thumbnail of it that was not the case.

He took a deep breath before pressing the play button, the video filling his entire phone screen. “Hello Peter” a rough man’s voice was heard as the camera pointed towards you hanging from two ropes that were tightly tied around your wrists, purple and yellow bruising already starting to form where the ropes were bound.

“Y/N here tells me you and Spider-Man are quite the ‘best buds’” the man laughed picking up the camera as to bring it even closer to your face, and when he did so Peter could see the multiple bruises and scars that covered it.

Anger bubbled inside him as he continued watching the video “so if ‘Spider-Man’ isn’t here within the next 24 hours I’ll make sure Y/N here gets what she deserves. Time starts now Pete so don’t waste it” and with that the screen went blank and it was replaced with a timer showing that he had exactly 23 hours 59 minutes and 45 seconds to find and save you.

He cursed to himself running back up to your room where he had left the mask laying on your bed. He was quick to climb out of your window and when his feet had landed on the fire escape he thought of every possible place you could have been held captive but his mind was blank and he was now aimlessly swinging around the city ignoring everything and everyone around him the only thing on his mind being to find you.

He eventually stopped on top of a fairly high building where he sat down on the edge of it groaning at how stupid he had been, before an idea popped into his mind. “Karen, can you track down Y/N Y/L/N’s phone?” he spoke remembering that your phone had the ‘find my phone’ feature “let me see” she spoke, a map appearing in front of Peter’s eyes as Karen tracked your phone down.

“Y/N’s phone is located at an abandoned warehouse not so far away from here, would you like me to lead you to it?” Karen asked, Peter’s ears perked up at this and he quickly answered with a yes the GPS that was installed into the suit leading him to his destination.

He quickly jumped off the building raising his arm up as he shot out a web that connected to another building, Karen’s voice telling him when to turn and where to go.

“Karen how much time do i have left?” Peter’s panicked voice asked as he swung from building to building “you have exactly 19 hours 29 minutes and 10 seconds” She spoke Peter pulling himself forward with much more strength and determination now.

“I don’t think you’re understanding the question little lady, so I’ll ask it again. Who is Spider-Man” the man yelled in your face a punch in your rib following soon after as blood spilled out of your mouth and tears made their way down your face.

“Go to hell” you spat at him, he could torture as long and as much as he wanted to but you would never give him the identity of the person you loved and cared for the most in this world, even if it would be the death off you which now seemed to be what would be happening.

“Wrong answer” he growled walking over to a metal table where he had numerous of weapons and tools laid out. Many of them he had already used on you and every single one felt as painful as the other but you had a feeling this would be the final straw.

He grabbed two items, the first being a knife and the second one a taser. He turned around a smirk playing on his lips as he tapped his finger on the silver material of the knife, painfully slowly making his way toward you.

When he was standing right in front of you he raised his arm up in a way so that you could clearly see the 6 inch blade he was holding a chuckle leaving his lips as he started dragging it down your cheek a blood curdling scream making it’s way passed your lips as he did.

“Do you want me to repeat the question?” he asked. You didn’t answer and kept your brave face on your lips forming a straight line “and again that’s just not the answer I’m looking for” he chuckled—yet again, as he pulled the taser out of his pocket and jabbed it into your side pressing the red button as electricity ran throughout your body and pain like you had never felt before consumed you.

You screamed, you screamed so loud you were sure everyone in the city had heard you. Your sobs filled the room as your legs gave out the only thing holding you up being the two black ropes he had tied you up with.

“Please stop” you begged finally finding the strength to stand back up but a fist connecting with your cheek sent you tumbling back down. Your vision started to blur and you knew in that moment the face of your kidnapper would be the last one you ever saw.

But a cold liquid pouring over you brought you back to consciousness and you gasped, your teeth grinding against one another. “This is no time for sleeping” the man chuckled “this oughta wake you up” he grinned going to tase you again so you closed your eyes and screamed yet again clutching the rope in both your hands as you prepared for the impact—but it never came.

You slowly opened one eye and saw the all to familiar red and blue suit consume your vision, you were glad he was finally here but you couldn’t keep your eyes open much longer and watching Peter fight the guy that had been torturing you tired you as you let your eyelids close and your body give out underneath you.

Peter had saw you slip into unconsciousness and a sudden rage bubbled up inside him a feeling he had never felt so strongly before. “Karen, activate instant kill” and with that his previously white eyes had turned into much smaller red ones as he lunged himself at the guy not caring for any damage he caused, the only thing he wanted being revenge.

“How dare you!” he yelled throwing the guy to another corner of the warehouse quickly picking him up again so he could toss him back down again. He had never felt anger like this before and he couldn’t control it. 

It was pulsing through his veins and he kept on screaming and yelling at the guy soon going in for the final punch that would definitely kill the man but before he could cause any more permanent damage his eyes landed on you.

He immediately dropped the guy and reached his arm up so he could swing toward you. When he landed in front of you he quickly cut the ropes that were bound around your wrists and let your body drop into his arms.

“No, no hey Y/N you’re okay it’s going to be fine” he tried to reassure himself “Karen call 911 and send them to this location now!” and after that Peter ripped his mask off and his gloved finger pressed against your neck a sigh of relieve falling from his lips as he felt your pulse.

“You’re going to be okay” he sobbed bringing your limp figure as close to him as possible. Strangled cries left his mouth as he brushed a lock of your hair out of your face and tucked it back behind your ear.

“I’m so sorry Y/N this is all my fault” he cried even harder feeling the previous anger that had consumed him being replaced with nothing but emptiness “I am so sorry”

You had woken up a few days later in a hospital bed where Peter sat next to you, his quite snores filling the room as his cheek rested in the palm of your hand.

You smiled at this and tried to move your hand so you could run it through his brown locks but as you did an overwhelming feeling of pain consumed you and you groaned squeezing your eyes back shut.

Peter quickly woke up at this and as his eyes met your now opened ones he grabbed your hand tightly in his and he smiled for the first time in days “you’re awake” he croaked out, a few tears slipping from his eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead so carefully you barely even felt it.

“Yeah I guess so” you managed to get out, although a burning feeling consumed your throat as you did. Peter seemed to notice this and immediately jumped into action “here drink this” He said as he handed you a plastic cup filled with water. You thanked him as you placed your hand on the cup and slowly brought it up to your lips.

The liquid ran down your throat and the previously burning feeling immediately faded away and you finished the entire cup in less then a minute handing it back over to Peter when you were done, where he placed it onto the table next to him.

“Thank you” you said smiling up at him but he only looked down at his lap and shook his head “why are you thanking me? This is my fault. It’s my fault you’re in here and it’s my fault-it’s my fault that you-you almost died!” he cried out standing up from the white chair he had previously been sitting on.

“No it’s not Pete, you saved my life and i can never thank you enough for that” you said your Y/E/C eyes meeting his brown ones. Peter quickly rushed forward at this and connected his lips with yours.

Your lips moved against one another for a few seconds before you both pulled away and smiled lovingly at one another.

“I love you”

in progress  [✐]  ;  future fics  [✄]  ;

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Passionfruit | 4 (FINAL) ○ Namjoon x Reader

college!au, smut; approx 20k
progress: 10%
[estimated: 30.12]

 Fire & Desire | 3 ○ Seokjin x Reader

fuckboy!au, smut; approx 10k
progress: 0%
[estimated: Jan 2018]

✐  Heartbeat | 7 ○ Hoseok x Reader

gang!au, angst/smut; approx 15-20k
progress: 0%
[estimated: Jan 2018]

 Painted Heart ○ Namjoon x Reader
ghost!AU, angst/smut
“ A click, a sigh, the feeling of your soul relaxing after a lifetime of tension. That was what falling in love with Kim Namjoon felt like. Fate brought the two of you together- and one day, fate decides to pull you apart.”
◙ (will start writing/outlining when Passionfruit is completed)

 Spice ○ Jungkook x Reader
sugarbaby!au, smut
“Jeon Jungkook is an aspiring artist whose talent makes up for the money he lacks. After a bitter divorce leaves you with nothing but an empty home and more money than you know what to do with, your proposed arrangement with the younger man seems to fits perfectly.”
◙ (will start writing/outlining when Heartbeat is completed)

Innerbloom ○ Multimember
dystopian!au, angst/smut/violence
Your idyllic life is shattered with the rapid outbreak of a deadly virus. As you find yourself fighting to survive with a group of unlikely strangers, you discover the depths of love, lust, death and betrayal.”
◙ (will start writing/outlining when Fire & Desire is completed)


☆ please note that if a series is not on this update list then it is most likely on a momentary/permanent hiatus ☆

I wrote a story for a friend as a birthday present, and since she likes gothic fantasy, I thought Elsewhere University would be a good setting for it.


You weren’t sure what to do when your six choice universities all rejected you. You’d expected at least one of them to accept you, since your grades weren’t bad and your student record was clean.

But none of them did. The day you got the last polite form rejection letter, you set it down and sat there, staring out the window. What went wrong?

Elsewhere University offered you an opportunity, one you thought was a joke. But you took it anyway.

And they took you.

Not Them. That would be a different kind of Taken. But you went to Elsewhere.

Move-in day was normal; the dorm was nice, and while it looked old from the outside, the rooms were spacious and comfortable, and you only had one roommate. Yours was a young, rather timid girl named Melanie. She didn’t talk to you much, though you and her were both fans of the same shows and generally had the same sleep patterns, hence the match.

She was quiet. She put up some posters; you put up some posters. Your stuff stayed in boxes for the first few days.

There were immediately meetings. Your parents weren’t invited; no one’s were.

Your RA was a tall girl with an incredible afro and a few jangling silver necklaces that didn’t match her outfit. “I’m Kiera,” she said, standing on a rock and gesturing with a packet of papers. “I’m your RA for the northern wing of the third floor. The southern wing belongs to Jordan.” She indicated the young man standing next to her; he waved, hand half-buried in the sleeve of his blue hoodie.

“First things first,” Kiera started, “welcome to Elsewhere University! You’re very brave.”

What? You wished you knew someone well enough to make confused eye contact. As it was, most of the freshmen looked a little baffled.

“A couple of notes about common courtesy. One, no extraneous loud noises after ten PM on weeknights, except for Fridays. The curfew for Fridays and Saturdays is midnight. Don’t run or throw things in the hallways, it might hit the fire extinguishers. Also, don’t touch anybody else’s bowls or cups that they leave in the hall. If you find a piece of lost jewelry, don’t touch it. If you see anything that isn’t yours, don’t touch it. Don’t run out of salt and don’t take it out of the kitchen. Don’t eat food you find in the kitchen.”

And on and on and on. You were baffled by a few of the rules, but most of them made sense (be careful about who you accept food from, be careful about going places with strangers, et cetera. You weren’t sure why they stressed it so much. That was just basic college knowledge – hell, basic life knowledge.

It got weirder when you noticed that most people seemed to leave bowls of milk by their doors, and seemed to have salt spilled under their windows. Metal jewelry seemed popular; iron necklaces and earrings, dark metal rings, silver studs and bangles.

After a month, you’d started to make some friends, and you and Melanie were comfortable being around each other. And you’d started learning about Elsewhere, and what Kiera had meant by brave. Extra footprints in on the pavement. Strangers at parties, queens striding past robed in shadow, parts of the campus where time didn’t pass or parts where it went too quickly.

Another month, and your delusions were dispelled. You bought iron jewelry, learned how to scrawl sigils on paper and pin them on doors and windows, ran a thin line of salt on the windowsill. Melanie didn’t complain.

You sat on the quad on sunny days, because in early spring (and it was always early spring, somehow) those days were nice, and it was good to be outside.

There were sculpted gardens to sit in, but those were more dangerous. You were playing with fire if you stayed there until nightfall. You came perilously close a few times.

The first time, you found your way out. The second time you did not.

The gardens held such strangeness, and were absolutely a fascinating place to be. Horticulture students set up projects here, taking care not to disturb the ones they didn’t make. So it was usually safe.

But you were caught wandering after dark. And you didn’t realize, marveling at a rose-vine and honeysuckle trellis, that the sunlight was fading until it was nearly too late.

You tried to follow the path out, but it led you in circles, and to places you didn’t know existed. This is how people get Taken, you thought desperately, hoping and praying that somehow it would be okay.

As if it were answering your prayer – and perhaps it was – the cat appeared. You froze at the sight of slitted eyes, but realized it wasn’t one of Them when the eyes leaped down and came over to rub against your leg and stare upwards.

Green Eyes, the cat was called, because that’s what it had. Green eyes set deep in its long face, sandy fur with black hints at the ears, paws, and tail-tip. You didn’t learn its name until later, and you never really figured out if it was an ordinary cat, or one of Them, or something else entirely.

“Can you lead me out?” you asked it, and it stared back. Your heart was pounding; you had no other lifeline.

It flicked its tail in the air like a banner and trotted away through the dusk. You followed it (because you had no other choice) and like a charm you found yourself stumbling out onto the quad. A few surprised upperclassmen watched, and when you looked for the cat, it was gone.

You tried to figure out how to repay the cat, if in fact you could. Next time you saw it, you promised yourself, you would give it something.

And you did see it again. Quite often, in fact. It was skirting the parking lot behind the biochemistry building, and when you crouched down and held out your hand, it came over and sniffed at your fingers before rubbing on you.

Then it was over by the dining hall, then walking alongside you on your way to one of your classes, then to all of them. Eventually, it came up to you while you were on the quad.

Melanie was there (though, like most other students, she’d quickly adopted a pseudonym and now went by Melody), and a few other friends you’d made, including a couple of upperclassmen. At Elsewhere, for some reason, the classes mixed a lot more than they did at other colleges. You weren’t sure why.

Green Eyes trotted up to you while you were sitting on a blanket in the grass. The upperclassmen stopped talking entirely and tried to avert their eyes, but when you reached out your hand and let Green Eyes sniff it and rub against you, they couldn’t help but stare.

“How are you doing that?”

You glanced up, at Shine, a girl with spiky white hair. “Doing what?”

“Green Eyes. You…” she paused, indicating the cat. Green Eyes looked to her – she shuddered – and lay down next to you, allowing you to stroke its fur and play with its ears.

The other upperclassman looked you in the eyes. “What did you do?” they asked, dead serious.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“It’s claimed you.”

That you didn’t understand. You didn’t know how to ask if it was one of Them, but you said, “In… what sort of way?”

“I’m not sure.”

That answer wasn’t good.

Green Eyes didn’t interact with others much, and seemed to seek me out often. It always rubbed against me – I knew that’s how cats designated things as theirs, but I didn’t realize the full extent of Green Eyes’ claim.

During a party one night you found yourself stepping outside with a handsome boy, a soft-spoken boy with white hair and the whisper of fall wind (you missed fall, here in this place where the seasons never seemed to change properly) in his voice. You saw Green Eyes watching from the top of a fence, and the boy excused himself after a moment and didn’t come back. Your hands itched under the skin where he’d held them, but looked no different; your lips remained numb for days until you shook off the longing, kept inside by the memory of lantern-green eyes in the night air.

Labs never ended after dark, but your study session did, and when you braved the night (because the library closed, and you did not want to interrupt any of the Courtly business that goes on there) and the sound of baying hounds and the fell piercing blasts of hunting horns, when you stepped along the solid concrete while the rest of the world shifted and you passed the student center and the native plant garden and the towering trees that dropped leaves like silver and shadows like blood, Green Eyes went with you. You felt it join you when you walked outside, and it brought you to safety, tail held high.

You saw it everywhere. Legend said Siamese cats had kinked tails because they’d once held rings for royalty. You wondered which royalty; tall tales said Egyptian, but Green Eyes felt like something Else.

It’s hard to remember when you graduated. A lot of your time at Elsewhere is blurry, indistinct, like a fogged glass. But you have never forgotten Green Eyes, and when you return to Elsewhere – because all those who love Elsewhere come back eventually – you see it waiting for you on the sidewalk next to the drive, tail curled over its paws, the stream of students dividing gently around it.

You don’t lean down to pet it, because that’s not what you’re supposed to do right now. But it does rub against your leg again when you get out of the car, and when you step inside your new (old, very old, old enough to have memories and old enough to act on them) house, it waits patiently for you to invite it inside.

Its motives are mysterious. The aura it gives you is one of fear and mystery. The librarian who hunts monsters eyes it occasionally, but never makes a move; she doesn’t understand it either.

But you go into the sculpted gardens, and you go there at night. Green Eyes is always with you, to lead you out. Someday, you fear, Green Eyes will abandon you in the lilac labyrinth and you’ll finally be Taken; but it doesn’t feel like that’s what it wants to do.

You asked it one night, sitting on a bench surrounded by fireflies and watching shadows silently pass by with no people to cast them. Green Eyes sat on your lap.

“Why do you help me?” you asked it, glancing down. “Why did you do all of this?”

Green Eyes stared back up, and flicked its ears back and yawned; a smile, you recognize, from reading its behavior over the years.

“Is it because I asked for help? What did you want in return?”

Silence, but Green Eyes bumped your hand and began to purr loudly enough to shake. There’s something about Green Eyes that resists Them and Their works; its ability to navigate the gardens, and its aid to you over the years, has proved that. It does not need  your companionship; it does not need you as you needed it.

You look up. Green Eyes flicks its tail back and forth and you realize that while you are its companion, now, and it wouldn’t leave you, you don’t actually need it to get through the gardens. You know them in your mind, like a house you’ve lived in for a long time. When you step through the flowers and topiary you go where you want to go, not where anything else wants you to go. Green Eyes has taught you how.

When you walk through the gardens sometimes you see lost students stumbling under the trellises, eyes haunted, breath rasping in their mouths as they struggle to get out. You approach them.

You look about their age (Age is funny at Elsewhere; when you came back, you seemed to return to who you were when you left. The rest of the world is all iron and highways and radios, and you remember the things you learned here when you came back) and you realize now that they are too scared of Green Eyes to ask for help.

But they don’t need to ask you. You can offer. And when they see your human features and Green Eyes at your feet, they accept.


Bittersweet and Strange (Negan X Female)

Summary: When her father doesn’t come back from his scavenging run, she goes looking for him and meets a horrible beast: Negan.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,309

Warnings: Angst, swearing, eventual smut, eventual fluff 

Author’s Note: This is for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s 3rd writing challenge, and my prompt was Beauty and the Beast. It’s late. I’m sorry. I’m trash. 

I plan on writing at least 3 parts. I officially have the entire fic planned out, so it’ll be easier to get the next parts completed.

I’m a Disney dork, so similar to my fic series Fruit of the Dead and how it mirrored the greek myth, this fic mirrors the movie. I didn’t have anyone beta this, so sorry for errors.

Please let me know what you thought! I love feedback!

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Does A Dead Body Count?

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

Word Count: 1,721
Reader (biological) sex: idk??
Love Interest: Bucky
Prompt:“So you remember how to not call you unless it was an emergency?…Does a dead body count?”

I looked at the dead body that rested upon the pavement of the alley, blood making a small pool around it’s head. In all fairness, he came after me first, it’s his fault that he’s dead. Unfortunately, I can’t just leave him here, and I certainly can’t tell anyone that I’ve managed to get another person killed. I already am in hot water because of last week when I accidentally killed like 5 people at the same time.

How was I suppossed to know that they’d die if I left them in that meat locker for too long? Then there was last month when a guy I was tracking accidentally drove off of a cliff and died on impact. Let’s not forget the month before that when I managed to kill someone with a paperclip. It’s not my fault that this keeps happening. Alright, maybe it’s a little my fault, but I still can’t have this getting back to Fury.

Or Tony, for that matter. I’ll be catching shit from both ends. I sighed, trying to think of what to do. ‘Don’t call me unless it’s an emergency,’ echoed through my mind. Bucky and I haven’t been on the best of terms, and while he was being sarcastic, it was still an offer. Besides, it’s either try and rope him into helping me, or face Fury. Frankly, I’d rather face Bucky’s broody self than an angry and irritated Fury.

I took out my phone, scrolling through the contacts until Bucky’s screen name popped up. I pressed his name, and hesitated before pressing the call button. I really need to do something about this luck that I have sticking to me. Should I really call him? A moment of mental silence passed, of course I should. I pressed the call button, and lifted the phone to my ear, gently kicking the body with my left foot.

“So you remember how to not call you unless it was an emergency?” I questioned, “Does a dead body count?”

“Do you also remember about how I wasn’t serious?” He shot back, “Wait, dead body? You killed someone again?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” I defended.

“Oh, really? Like how the meat locker wasn’t your fault?” He questioned.

“I’m being serious! He tried to kill me and-” I began.

“So you kill him?” Bucky questioned.

“Are you going to help me or not?” I asked angrily.

“I don’t know, I might actually enjoy watching your ass get handed to you by Fury.” Bucky said.

“You’re such an ass!” I exclaimed, hanging up.

I angrily shoved my phone back into my pocket, kicking the still-dead body in front of me. This is all his fault! He just had to try and kill me, didn’t he?! He couldn’t have waited another week to do it?! If Fury finds out about this, my ass is grass. I huffed, bending down to drag him against the wall. I guess I should try to make it look like another crime happened, and hope that this doesn’t get traced back to me.

I wonder how long it will be before Fury just decides to fire me. I’d like to think that my fantastic abilities make up for the fact that I’m killing people practically every day. Right as I plopped the dead man against the wall, my phone started ringing. I ignored the call as soon as I saw who it was, Bucky probably just wants to torture me some more. He also probably isn’t going to stop calling until I pick up, given that he’s calling a second time.

“What the hell do you want?” I asked.

“To help, tell me where you are.” He offered.

“What, decided that getting my ass handed to me might not actually be that entertaining?” I questioned.

“I like harassing you too much to let you get fired, doll.” He confessed.

“Aw, don’t I just feel special.” I said and I could practically hear the eye roll.

“Whatever, just tell me where you are.” He changed the topic.

“In the alley of Christie’s Coffee and Dunkin’ Donuts.” I said.

“Alright, see you in a bit, serial killer.” Bucky teased.

“Hey! It was an accident! I didn’t mean to kill them.” I defended.

“Sure it was, Y/n. It always is.” He said with a joking tone.

“Hey-” I began, but he hung up before I could say anything else.

I huffed, shoving my phone back in my pocket and leaning against the alley wall. I wonder how long it’ll take for him to get here. I looked down at the guy, raising an eyebrow as the blood started to trail over me. Nuh-uh, I don’t think so, these are brand new shoes and I’m not getting blood on them for at least a week. I stepped off of the wall, standing out of the way of the blood trail. I looked over his dead body with a sigh.

I suppose I could’ve been a little neater with killing him, this is going to be a bitch to clean up. Well, hopefully Bucky has a plan because I got nothing right now. I guess it’s also nice to catch the good side of him, rather than the one who is always an ass to me. I didn’t know there was a sweet side under all of that sour exterior. My head perked up as I heard a car quietly park, Bucky’s face following soon after.

“This the guy?” He questioned and I nodded.

“Yep, that’s the dude.” I confirmed.

“Looks like you really did a number on him.” He pointed out and I sighed.

“I was ambushed! Sorry that the first thing on my mind was stay alive rather than be clean.” I huffed.

“Apology accepted, even though I wasn’t accusing you of anything.” Bucky said with a smile.

“Ass.” I said, hitting his shoulder.

Bucky put the guy in a black body bag, shoved the guy in the trunk, and closed it. The sky thundered and ran began pouring from the clouds, the water mixing with the blood. Awesome, looked like there won’t be a massive clean-up job after all. The water hit my face and drenched my hair as I made my way to his car, and quickly getting inside. I huffed, buckling my seatbelt as he sped out of the area.

I raised my eyebrow at him, noticing that he didn’t have a seatbelt on. He looked at me with slight confusion, raising an eyebrow back at me. I reached across from him, grabbing his seatbelt, and buckling it for him. No need for us to die too, it’d be a little too extreme for a simple body dump. Besides, who is gonna give me shit if Bucky goes? He cleared his throat before he rolled his eyes, readjusting himself on his seat.

“Really?” He questioned.

“Yep, safety first.” I confirmed.

“I’d like to think I’d be fine either way, Doll.” He said and I shook my head.

“Yeah, so does everybody. Next thing ya know, you’re laying in a bed, deprived of 3 of your senses with your limbs amputated.” I dramatically declared.

“Well, at least I have a head start, then.” He joked and my head snapped at him.

“You are not dying on my watch, got it?” I questioned.

“Okay, fine, mom.” He joked and I smiled and rolled my eyes.

Bucky stopped once we were at the bridge, parking the car near the railing. I looked at him as he got out of the car before mimicking his actions. It was raining even harder now, and I could hardly see in front of me. I helped Bucky carry the body to the edge of the railing, the action requiring more effort than I had initially planned. You know, I don’t recall this guy weighing as much as he does now.

“What did you do, shove an elephant in here?” I grunted.

“We gotta make sure he stays at the bottom, unless you want someone to find him.” He pointed out.

“Good point.” I huffed.

After what seemed like ages we finally made it to the railing. I glanced over it, barely able to see the water below. I looked back at Bucky, only now noticing that he was counting down. I swung the body with him, and threw him over the railing once the countdown was finished. I heard a faint splash after a moment, and I waited a moment before following Bucky back into his car. I cleared my throat as I got in, a shiver running down my spine.

The rest of the car ride was silent, apart from me sneezing and the sound of the heater. Getting sick is the last thing I need right now, it’s bad enough that I’m being watched like a hawk at HQ. I sniffed as Bucky parked the car, and I squinted as I looked out the window. Hey, this isn’t my house at all. I’ve been lied to, deceived, bamboozled. Maybe he’s going to have me do some sworn-to-secrecy-you-owe-me-one ritual.

“Come on, you’re staying at my place tonight.” Bucky said as he opened my door, helping me out.

Or he could just be acting like a human being, and trying to prevent me from getting terribly ill. I took his hand and got out of the car, another shiver racking through my body. Yep, I’m so getting sick, and I’m so going to die before the day is out. Well, not literally, but it’s definitely going to feel that way. I curled into Bucky as we made our way inside, my hair dripping water onto the floor. Ah, yes, make a total mess, what a great first impression.

“I’ll call Fury and tell him you won’t be in tomorrow.” Bucky said, walking away and getting out his phone.

“Huh? What?! No!” I called as he put the phone to his ear, walking away from me.

“Hey, Y/n is sick and-” Bucky began.

“NO!” I cried, running over to him, stepping onto the nearby chair and onto his back, “I’M FINE!” I exclaimed, trying to get the phone from him.

towritebystarlight  asked:

OMG can we pretty pretty pleeeeease have some headcanons and plot to your Viktuuri Fireman AU pleeeeease

sfj;ldskajk omg it was just suppose to be this small 2 or 3 part comic i wanted to draw so there’s not much plot to it ahah BUT OKAY SO

  • viktor is a single dad (probably just out of a divorce or something, and he’s a mess who sucks at housework and is still getting used to taking care of a child all on his own, somebody help this man pls)
  • he has a smol angry lil 4 year old son (HINT HINT yurio)
  • every morning, there’s this beautiful man who jogs by viktor’s apartment and ya know being a single dad fresh out of a divorce and everything, he lets himself daydream a little and he swear he’s gonna ask that man out one day, just watch
  • okay don’t watch because their first official meeting is a trainwreck
  • viktor has successfully burned his kitchen and is now holding little yurio as a firefighter puts out the fire
  • SURPRISE, the firefighter just happens to be the man that viktor daydreams about on a daily basis 
  • when the firefighter (his name tag reads Yuuri Katsuki and viktor says that name in his head over and over and over again) asks “how did the fire start? what happened?” viktor’s like “oh you know… it was an accident”
  • but yurio, the little shit goes “dad was trying to cook”
  • cue viktor embarrassingly trying to save face by yelling “I CAN STILL MAKE GOOD SANDWICHES”
  • they ordered takeout that night
  • the next day there was a knock on the door and when viktor opened it he finds the lovely yuuri katsuki holding tupperwares filled with katsudon
Nothing says “sorry” like Roses

Namjoon x Reader

1.4k words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You wok at a flower shop, and Namjoon needs something that says “sorry I burned your kitchen down and spilled your grandmothers ashes; please give my dog back.” 

“What did you do?” 

The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them, but it was an obvious question that you didn’t usually have to ask. Normally, when nervous men walked into the small florist shop, they wanted nothing more than to tell you why they were sleeping on the couch this time. You had heard everything, nothing surprised you anymore–other than this clumsy young man wandering around as though he had no idea how he had gotten there.

“Sorry?” He said, turning abruptly to face you.

“Not to be nosy, but I might be able to help you if I know what you’re looking for–or what you’re apologizing for.” You said, and the man rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor. “You don’t have to tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I set her kitchen on fire.” He muttered after a moment.

“Oh. Well nothing says sorry like roses–” You started, but he shook his head.

“That’s not all. I broke her vase…” 

“That’s not so bad.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You can give her a new one with the flowers.”

He shook his head again. “It had her grandmothers ashes in it.” 

“Oh.” That had you stumped for a moment, and he continued before you recovered. 

“Her parents hate me. She says I don’t spend enough time with her. She moved out last week and took my dog. So I need something that says “Sorry I burned down half your house, spilled your grandmothers ashes, and that I’m not very likable. Please forgive me, and give Monie back.” 

You nodded slowly. This would be tough. If you had known him as a friend, you probably would have told him to give up–at some point, relationships weren’t going to get better. You had seen it all, heard it all, and flowers could only do so much; you weren’t a miracle worker.

But not only was he a customer, his dog was at stake.

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Prank Wars

Request Fic:  Bucky Barnes X Reader, Natasha Romanoff

Request Fic for @marvelandwinchesters927 care of @this-kitty-has-claws
Based off this video on YouTube.

Hope it’s everything you wanted, doll!

Summary: Bucky’s prank goes horribly wrong when he sets up his girlfriend.

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: Swearing

It was a fairly common occurrence around the tower. Bucky, skulking as only an assassin could, setting up another prank, usually aimed at Steve or Sam. Not Bruce, not anymore. Not after he’d Hulked out and nearly tore the tower down. Wanda could read him too well, and Vision was too self-aware. Tony had a tendency to retaliate in ways Bucky no longer wanted to think about. Sometimes Nat would catch one - though, after she’d threatened to shave his head in his sleep Bucky had toned it down with her. More often than not his pranks were aimed at you.

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808 SeXXX - Keola’s Story - part 1

Alright my friends without further ado let me introduce the next featured story in the 808SeXXX series starring a friend who will be going by the alias Keola.  A Friday after work drinking session turns into something totally unexpected and well… It’s a fucking hot story! Enjoy!

(Just a note: I was asked to do the dialog in our local Pidgin English so if you don’t understand some of it, please send me a message and I’ll see if i can add a note in there. Or you can Google it maybe lol…)

“Shoots braddahs have one good one ah!” our job foreman yelled with a wave out of his truck window as he pulled out from the parking lot of the rapidly emptying beach park.

There were four of us left having a few after a long work week and it looked like it would soon be only two of us as Micah and Nelson threw their cooler into the bed of Micah’s truck and they came over to shake our hands before leaving.  I still don’t know how the two of them are brothers… Micah is probably 6’1 and close to 300 pounds with a dark colored pony tail and Nelson is only 5’7 on a good day and thin as a rail and balding but they insist that they’re related somehow.

“Shit… You guys gonna stay here and finish all that?” Nelson asked as he opened the big cooler on the ground and grabbed another beer for the road.

“Fuck if I know,” I laughed. “But when the boss buys beer no can let em go to waste.”

“I ain’t got nowhere special to be so fuck em might as well,” my co-worker Maka said with a huge grin spread across his face that was practically glowing from the alcohol he had drank already.

“I guess I’ll be staying here to make sure this dumbass no get all buss and drown or something then,” I pushed him playfully as he laughed and made a face at me.

“Alright den boys get home safe ah?” Micah said with a wave as he pulled himself up into his lifted diesel.

“Shoots!” I shouted as I waved and then Maka and I laughed and cheered as he burned rubber out of the parking lot.

“Fuck brah I’m all buss already…” Maka told me as he jumped back up to sit on the tailgate of my truck.

“Fucking light weight…” I teased him and laughed as he stuck his middle finger at me. “Nah what time you gotta be home?”

“Shit no matter,” he said then let out a huge burp. “My old lady’s mainland with her family so fuck em I no gotta do shit.”

“Coo sounds good let’s have a few more den,” I told him as I avoided the subject of significant others.

Working construction is a tough place to be down low gay.  The testosterone flying around the jobsite makes it an intimidating prospect of being known as the gay guy so I’ve been careful to keep my sex life private. It’s really tough though since most of the guys I work with on our crew are built like Micah and hot as fuck…

Maka is no exception. He’s probably 5’11 and around 280 with short shaved hair and the dark tan you’d expect from someone who works days out in the sun.  He always seems to be the first one to lose his shirt as soon as work is done like today, he was already bare chested which gave me a great view of his smooth belly to enjoy with my beer.  I could tell he was freeballing it today too with how much of his ass kept hanging out of his pants while we were working and I couldn’t help but stare each time his shirt rode up while he was leaning over and his round ass cheeks peeked out above the top of his jeans.

“Yo you faka what you daydreaming about?” I suddenly realized he was talking to me when he slapped my thigh to get my attention.

“Huh?” I responded as I was brought back to the present from my wandering thoughts

“I said what you had for do tonight?” he asked again.

“Oh… Shit nothing man,” I replied sheepishly as I tried to subtly adjust my dick that had started swelling slightly at the thought of my friend’s ass peeking out today.

“What brah you catching one boner ah” Maka laughed as he noticed what I was doing.

“What?! No, fuck you brah,” I replied angrily as the shame at being busted lit my ears on fire.

“Shit you wish,” he laughed. “I’d be surprised you could fuck anyone with that little shit.”

“Brah I’d make you scream my name if I fucked you with this,” I replied without thinking as I grabbed my crotch though my pants.

“Oh so you like fuck me now?” he asked with a smirk. “Sick ah you fucking perv.”

“Shit I bet you’d like em no act,” I laughed at him.

“Maybe if you actually knew how for use this,” he fired back and completely caught me off guard by reaching between my thighs and giving my package a squeeze.

“Whoa! Whoa! What the fuck brah?” I jumped at the feeling although I gotta admit it turned me on even more.

“Nah nah just playing bro calm your tits,” he laughed it off.

We both sat there in an awkward silence for a minute as we tried to figure out what the hell to say next.  I drained the third of the beer I had left and burped and broke the tension by asking if he was ready for another beer which he agreed he was.  The conversation turned back to normal topics as we talked about the mma fight card coming up and how one of our local fighters was going to defend his belt soon and where we were going to watch it.

“Fuck man what time is it?” Maka asked as he looked around the now empty parking lot when that conversation finally died down.

“Shit I don’t know lemme check,” I replied as I went to the cab of my truck to grab my phone. “Was like 8:30 when the guys left so probably kinda late already.”

“They close this park or what?” he asked as he finished his beer and picked up the one I opened for him.

“Yeah like 10:30 I think,” I told him. “Ho shit it’s already 10:45.”

“Ah fuck em I no see nobody coming for lock up the gates or anything,” my friend replied. “Fuck I gotta piss…”

“Wow no shame ah?” I laughed as I came back around to the back of the truck in time to see him hop down and just whip it out and start peeing.

“Why you like what you see?” Maka grinned drunkenly as he shook it around causing his piss to fly everywhere.

“See? I don’t see shit must be fuckin tiny,” I teased him while I enjoyed the view of his dick sticking out of his fly.

“Fuck you brah,” he responded as he shook the last drops of piss from his dick and then waved it at me. “Look at this shit it’s man sized.”

“Man put that little thing away before you hurt yourself,” I shook my head and took another sip of my beer.

“And what if I no like?” he asked as he leaned on the tailgate, his cock still hanging out.

“No matter to me,” I shrugged and then added. “No blame me if you get mosquito bites on em tho.”

“Shit…” he laughed. “Well at least it’d be getting sucked by someone.”

“Sick faka…” I laughed too.

“Eh we should go swim,” Maka said suddenly as he looked over his shoulder at the ocean.

“What? You fuckin crazy I no more even surf shorts,” I replied shaking my head at him.

“Fuck em,” he said and then laughed. “Brah da Hawaiians that came before us never have no surf shorts either. Let’s go pussy.”

“What you goin do?” I asked him. “You goin swim bare fuckin balls?”

“Why not who goin see?” he laughed as he stumbled around trying to pull off his shoes.

“You fuckin crazy…” I told him and then laughed as he hopped around on one foot trying to get his second shoe off.

“Come on no be chicken shit brah let’s go,” he scolded me as he grabbed my arm and started trying to pull me off the tailgate.

“Nah I’m good brah you go,” I laughed uneasily at the thought of being either in my undies or naked in front of my friend.

“Come on you don’t ever do crazy shit bro,” Maka insisted. “Live a little.”

“Fuck…” I sighed.

“Yes… Come the fuck on asshole,” he grinned when he realized I was seriously considering it.

“Brah… No lie this is just your way of trying to see me naked ah,” I laughed half-heartedly.

“Shit I already seen your boto before when we was kids nothing special,” he laughed and slapped my thigh. “Come on fat boy up and at em.”

“Fat boy?” I pushed him. “No make you get one bigger belly than me.”

That wasn’t quite true actually.  I mentioned he was 5’11 280ish earlier right?  I’m an inch shorter at 5’10 and probably only a few pounds lighter if at all. After I stopped going to the gym a while back and started drinking with the boys in its place… Well let’s just say I’m a full figured man now.  I ran my hand over the stubble on the top of my shaved head as I thought about all the ways this could go wrong…  True we had grown up together and seen each other naked before but that was way before either of us even had pubes.  If I caught a boner there would be no way to hide it from him and it would lead to some fucked up questions I really didn’t want to have to answer.

“Eh come on Ola serious,” Maka said a little more seriously. “No one but us here. No one goin see let’s just go cool off.”

“Fuck… Whatevers then I’ll go,” I gave in against my better judgement. “Just for make sure your dumb drunk ass no drown.”

“Chee! That’s my boy,” he exclaimed happily as he walked to the passenger side of my truck. “You still get that towel in here from before?”

“Yeah behind the passenger seat,” I told him as I pulled off my shoes and socks and threw them into the bed of my truck.

“Got em,” he said as he pulled the towel out that he was looking for.
“Brah what the fuck?” I laughed as he dropped his pants and threw them into the truck and closed the door.

“What you like what you see ah?” he grinned as he rubbed his belly.

Oh yeah… I totally did like what I saw.  His arms and face were a bit darker than the rest of him but surprisingly he didn’t really have tan lines other than that.  His collection of tats had grown a little more from the last time I had noticed, he had added some new designs around his family name across his shoulders. I could see his soft dick peeking out from his hair under the overhanging belly and his nice sized balls hanging below it.  I tried my hardest to will myself not to immediately catch a hard on but it was in vain and didn’t help at all.

“Yo!” I heard him yell at me after a moment and I looked up to see him holding out his arms questioningly. “What the fuck you doin?”

“Shit my bad I fuckin zoned out,” I replied, embarrassed.

“Yeah no shit you was having too much fun staring at this sexy body,” he said as he flexed and struck a couple of poses.

“Brah you fuckin so dumb…” I shook my head as I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on top of my shoes.

“Hurry the fuck up slow ass,” he told me as he turned and walked down towards the water.

“Fucking Keola what the fuck are you thinking?” I muttered to myself as I threw my wallet and phone in my truck and locked it before shoving the keys into my now empty pockets. “This is a stupid fucking idea…”

I started walking down the path after Maka as I ran through all the reasons why this was the stupidest thing I had ever done in my head.  I got down to the sand just in time to see the amazing view of his ass and balls as he waded out into the water and dove in under the small wave that was breaking on him.  I sat down on the sand and stared out over the ocean.  It was a beautiful night. The water was really calm and the moon was probably three quarters full so there was more than enough light to see.  I smiled as Maka came back up and splashed around happily in the water.

“Hey shithead!” I heard and looked over to see Maka waving his arms at me. “Get your fuckin ass in here you pussy.”

“Fuck…” I sighed. “Calm the fuck down ho!”

“Brah the water feels so good get in here,” he yelled at me and then ducked back under again.

“What the fuck am I doing… What the fuck am I doing…” I mumbled to myself a few times and then rubbed my face with my hands before I steeled my nerves and commited myself to this.

I unbuttoned my work pants and slid down the zipper while taking a few deep breaths to try to calm myself.  I could feel my heart pounding in my chest but at least the nervousness had killed my erection so I ran my hands around my waist inside the band of my boxer briefs a couple of times before taking one more deep breath and sliding them off of me. It was pretty warm and muggy but I shivered at the feeling of the night air caressing my now naked body.  Other than the patch of light fur around my belly button and a little between my pecs, my body is pretty smooth and I could see the chicken skin popping up across my arms and chest as I crossed them in front of me.

I folded my jeans and undies up and leaned over to put them down when I heard Maka whistle at me. I shook my head but his silliness helped ease some of the tension from me so I took one more deep breath and made my way down to the water where my friend was giving me the biggest, dumbest grin ever.

“Bout time faka,” he told me and then splashed water at me as I waded into the ocean.

“Brah shut the fuck up,” I laughed as I dove in and made my way out towards where he was.  

I had to admit, he was definitely right.  The water felt absolutely amazing after the long day of working and drinking.  It was cool but not to the point that it was cold just refreshing and I savored the feeling of being naked in it, it had been years since I had swam without anything on.

“What brah? Boner?” he asked me with a laugh.

“Shit… You wish asshole,” I laughed too.

“Fuck this feels so fuckin good though right?” he asked as he ran his hands over his arms and chest.

“Yeah it does,” I agreed. “I guess this wasn’t as shitty an idea as you usually get.”

“Fuck you,” he laughed and splashed water at me.

I lifted my feet off the sand and let my body float a little as I took in a deep, relaxing breath. No this wasn’t a bad idea at all. I closed my eyes and let myself relax even more but then suddenly, I felt arms around my middle and I went flying up and over into the water.

“You motherfucker…” I sputtered as I came up blowing water out of my nose.

“Gotcha,” Maka laughed. “Oh shit!”

I caught him off guard and lifted him out of the water and dumped him back in.  He came up laughing and we rough housed for a bit more but it was short lived cause soon we were both out of breath.

“Shit man I’m glad you stuck around for this,” he said as his breathing slowed enough to speak.

“Yeah this was just what needed after this shitty week of work,” I agreed.

“You ready for hele?” he asked to see if I was ready to get out of the water and leave.

“Pretty much,” I agreed as I tipped my head back and slid under the water one more time.

“Shit!” Maka hissed as I came up and I looked at where he was pointing.

A car was pulling into the parking lot of the beach park, its headlights lit up the water and we both ducked lower so we wouldn’t be so obvious.  I was just about to say we better go in case this was the guy that was supposed to be locking up the park gates but the car pulled into a space a couple over from my truck and his headlights turned off.

“What the fuck?” I asked quietly and Maka just shrugged as we tried to figure out what to do.

We looked at each other and then back towards the car and through the windshield a light flared up and then disappeared before a cloud of smoke billowed out of the window and we heard the guy cough over the noise of the ocean.  The cherry of the guy’s joint flared again and a second cloud of smoke came out of his window.

“Ah fuck he just goin burn one fast one and dig out,” Maka said with relief.

“I hope so cause fuck brah I’m starting fo get cold now,” I told him.

We stood out in the water for five minutes, then ten, and then fifteen while we watched this guy puff away at what he was smoking.  I was trying my best to keep calm but the cool ocean water was rapidly making me feel chilled and I could feel myself start shivering.  I crossed my arms in front of my chest and tried my best to keep from shaking.  If we tried to get out of the water now, we’d be in plain view of this guy in his car and he’d see the two of us bare balls naked.

“You cold?” Maka asked me when he noticed me shivering and I just nodded my head.

“What you doing?” I asked through chattering teeth when I felt him move up behind me.

“No worry,” he told me as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his body to try to give me some warmth.

“Nah no need,” I tried to get him to let me go because as cold as I was feeling, this was having a completely different effect on my body as I felt his belly and chest pressed up against my back and I could feel his dick touch me almost between my cheeks every so often.

“I’m getting cold too brah so just stay quiet and hope this faka digs soon,” he told me as he pulled me tighter against my struggles so I relaxed into him.

My mental struggle wasn’t so easy to give up.  My dick was rock hard now and just inches below where my friend’s arms were wrapped around me.  If he just so happened to let his hands move down, they’d guaranteed brush right across my boner sticking out wide open in front of me.  I was nearly panicking about being hard but at the same time the feeling of being wrapped in my friends arms felt amazing.  I was so caught up in my own dilemma that it took me a while to realize something felt different.  I cocked my head to the side and thought about what it was when I felt it again.  Maka was having the exact same problem as me apparently cause when the next wave rocked us gently, I felt his hard dick rub across my ass cheek.

“You hard right now bro?” I asked him softly.

“Fuck… Yeah man I’m sorry,” he apologized sheepishly and went to let me go.

“Nah nah no worries probably just natural reaction,” I said quickly as I grabbed his arms to keep him from letting me go.

“Yeah I guess,” he replied with an embarrassed grin. “No help I never get any in forever.”

“Problems with your old lady again?” I asked.

“Nah she been dealing with some shit,” he told me. “She had for go mainland cause her braddah is real sick.”

“Ah shitty deals…” I sighed with understanding.

“Yeah not really the kine time where she gonna wanna oof you know?” he laughed.

“Probably not ah?” I laughed too.

“How bout you?” he asked. “Bet you been getting some ass ah?”

“Shit…” I laughed. “Nah no luck here either.”

“You not seeing that guy in Pearl City anymore?” he asked.

It took me a moment to process what he just said and it hit me like an icy punch right to the stomach and I started to panic.

“What the fuck you mean?” I stammered as the fear that I had somehow slipped up and my secret was now out.

“Quit wiggling you faka,” Maka told me as he held on to me through my struggles to get loose. “Come on brah we known each other since like kindergarten time you think I didn’t know?”

“You knew?” I asked with fear in my voice.

“That you was gay? Yeah long time,” he laughed.

“What?!? How?” I exclaimed.

“Shit you never have one chick since like high school,” he laughed. “That and I seen the kine guys you check out when you think no one stay looking.”

“Bullshit!” I protested.

“For real brah I know your type,” he laughed. “I know I’m your type cause I see you checking out all da other big braddahs at the jobsite.”

“Not even…” I objected but I knew I was busted.

“That guy you was seeing?” he continued. “My cousin lives next door, I seen your truck there couple times. Kinda knew braddah was gay too so connect da dots.”

“Fuck!” I swore and then sagged in his arms in defeat.

“No worry man it don’t bother me we all good,” he reassured me.

“You sure?” I asked him.

“Faka…. We’re standing in the ocean, bare ass naked, and I’m holding you to keep warm,” he told me. “Does it look like it bothers me you like boto?”

“When you put it that way…” I laughed and he laughed too.

Right at that moment he readjusted his grip and his hand did exactly what I was afraid it was going to do and brushed against my hard dick.  I tensed up and was ready for him to push me away in disgust but instead he reached down and grabbed it.

“Oh look,” he said as he squeezed my dick. “I guess I was right and I’m your type ah?”

“Shit…” I said not knowing how else to respond.

“This faka’s not bad size after all ah?” he laughed as he felt me up and even stroked me a couple of times.

“Brah you better stop that…” I warned him.

“Or what? You already hard,” he laughed. “What you going buss one already?”

“Fuck it’s been so long I might,” I laughed too.

Instead of stopping, he kept right on going. One hand wrapped around my belly, the other stroking my aching cock while we floated here in the ocean.  I could feel my breathing getting unsteady as the feeling of my best friend holding me close while jerking me off overwhelmed me.

“Oh shit…” I moaned as he rested his chin on my shoulder and I felt his breath tickle my ear.

“Feels good ah?” he asked me.

“Fuck brah… It feels so fuckin good…” I replied as I tipped my head back against his.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, him holding me and stroking my cock underwater, but the next thing I knew I felt that familiar feeling building up in my nuts.  I moaned and gasped quietly as he jerked me off like that and soon it got to the point where I couldn’t hold it off any longer.

“Brah I’m going to cum if you don’t stop…” I moaned.

“Shoot em then,” he chuckled.

“Oh fuck… Fuck Maka I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. “FUCK! I’m cumming!”

My dick swelled and my balls pulled even tighter and then it started jumping and pulsing as my load flooded out to join the even saltier water we floated in.  My body twitched and I could hear myself making weird gasping, squeaking noises as I blew my load and I swear I seen stars at one point. Maka didn’t even flinch, he just kept stroking me slowly while I shook with my orgasm and when it slowed, he let go of my dick and gently massaged my balls.

“Holy fuck Maka that was crazy shit,” I mumbled as I struggled to regain my senses.

“Felt good ah?” he laughed.

“Shit yeah,” I laughed too. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Help my bro out you know?” he chuckled as he brought his arm up and held me with both of them again.

I had no idea what to say so I just let him hold me against him.  Finally, the car parked next to us started up and his headlights came on.  It seemed like forever before he put it in reverse and slowly drove out of the parking lot. 

Maka released his grip on me, kind of reluctantly it seemed like, and I turned to look at him and we grinned at each other.  We swam and then waded out of the water back up onto the beach where I picked up my clothes and he grabbed the towel he had brought down here. I looked back at him and once again admired his naked body, glistening with sea water in the moonlight, his dick still partially hard.

“Think there’s still hot water?” he asked as he nodded towards the bathroom building.

“Dunno like go check em out?” I asked and he nodded again so we made our way to check.

“Fuck that feels good,” he sighed as he turned on the shower and warm water sprayed down on him.

I turned on mine and sighed in contentment as warm water flowed over me, washing the salt and sand off of my skin.  I glanced over again at my friend and was surprised that he was almost fully hard again as he rinsed himself off.  He closed his eyes and let the water pour down his face as he grabbed his dick and started stroking himself.

“Maka?” I said quietly.

“Yeah?” he replied, opening one eye to look over at me.

“Can I help you with that?” I asked as I eyed his now hard dick in his hand.

“Up to you brah,” he said and then laughed. “I no mind you like return the favor.”

“How bout I suck em instead would that be cool?” I asked as I licked my lips in anticipation, the alcohol fueling my courage and my horniness.

“Fuck…” he swore. “Yeah fuck em why not.”

I turned off my shower and turned to face him.  I squatted down in front of him and reached up to pull his upwards pointing dick towards my mouth.  He was definitely a grower.  The soft dick I seen was gone and in its place was at least 6.5 inches of thick, cut cock.  I admired his fat mushroom shaped head for a second before leaning in and running my tongue under it before sliding my lips over his head.

“Ho fuck…” my friend moaned as I savored the opportunity to suck the cock I never would have thought I would get the chance to in a million years.

I couldn’t tell if it was the salt water or his precum, but it was one of the hottest things I can ever remember tasting. I used my lips and tongue with all the skill I could to stimulate his head and from the moaning that filled my ears, it must have been doing the trick.

“Shit… Fuck brah you got skills…” Maka gasped as I buried my nose in his pubes and his head in the back of my throat. “Unnnf shit!”

“I can’t believe this is happening… I can’t believe this is happening…” was the only thing that kept running through my mind, over and over as I gave my best friend head.  I was torn between wanting to give him the best blowjob and orgasm he’d ever had or milking it for as long as I possibly could to savor this moment.  

I reached up and ran my hands up his muscular thighs and then reached back and grabbed his thick ass cheeks and pulled him in, shoving his dick as deep as I could into my mouth. He moaned in pleasure as he ran his hands over my head and shoulders.  I could tell he wanted to grab my head and try to fuck my face but he was resisting that urge, content to let me have my way and give him pleasure with my cock sucking skills.

“Fuuuuuck…” he grunted as I bobbed my head in and out, letting his head slide up to my lips before sucking him back down to the base. “Shit bro you goin make me cum pretty soon…”

Hearing him say that, I picked up the speed and intensity of my sucking and the volume of his moans increased even louder.  I reached under and massaged his big nuts gently through his tightening sack and from the bucking of his hips and shaking of his legs I knew he was about to blow.

“Fuck I goin cum,” he cried out. “Stop brah or I goin cum in your mouth…”

He tried to push me off but I refused to let him so he went along with it instead. He ran his hands up and down the sides of my face and head as he gasped and grunted his way towards climax.  When it did hit him, he let out a thundering primal yell as his ass cheeks clenched and his balls emptied a massive load of his seed into my starving mouth.  I had to swallow a few times to keep it from spilling, I almost choked on the never ending stream of sperm he was blasting down my eager throat.  Just when I thought I couldn’t handle any more it slowed and I started sucking slowly to milk every last drop out of him.  Maka stood there with his head thrown back, eyes tightly closed, as his body shuddered and shook with the force of his orgasm.

“Fuuuuucking shit…” he finally gasped out. “Ok stop… Stop you frickah.”

“How was that?” I laughed as I reluctantly let go of his now softening dick and he pulled me up.

“Fuck brah now I see why people say guys give the best head,” he laughed. “Man I fuckin needed that.”

“No shit you was trying for drown me you asshole,” I laughed as he pulled me in to a big bear hug.

“Thanks,” was all he said as he smiled at me and then did something I totally did not expect. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

“Wow…” I sighed as he broke the kiss.

“That was actually pretty fuckin hot man,” he laughed as he turned his shower back on to rinse off again.

“Yeah it was…” I agreed as I did the same.

“This shit stays between you and me ok?” he told me and then reached out his hand to shake on it.

“Of course bro no worries,” I told him as I shook his hand and then we both grinned at each other.

“At least I know where fo go when I need to buss a nut now ah?” he said and cracked up laughing.

“Oh so that’s all I am now ah?” I said trying to sound offended but then I started laughing too.

“Nah you’re my bro and bro’s help each other out,” he replied with a big grin.

“Yup for sure,” I agreed.

We finished washing off and he handed me the towel so I could dry off enough to get dressed.  I tried to get my underwear on but it kept getting stuck on my legs so I just shoved them into my pocket and pulled my pants on commando.  I stuck my head out of the bathroom to look around and there was nothing but an empty parking lot so I waved him all clear.  Maka came strolling out with the towel wrapped around his waist like he didn’t have a care in the world as I unlocked my truck and we jumped in.

“Not goin put on your clothes?” I asked as I pulled on my shirt.

“Nah fuck em,” he laughed and I joined in. “What? Waikiki cruise?”

“Shoots!” I agreed as I started the truck and we rolled down the windows.

We drove back into town and through Waikiki like he asked, my stereo cranked up and the windows open. The entire time we drove around Maka sat there bare ass naked, singing along with whatever song was playing, grinning at me whenever I looked over at him.  I shook my head with amazement at what we just did and I couldn’t wipe the big smile off of my face either.

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