#there are no nips in this art you cant hit me

[ml-goggles]

"Mr. Sullivan, come see me after class."

I have a need to see Jamie in a skirt.

#tumblr dont strike me for this #there are no nips in this art you cant hit me #also this isn't teacher-student AU #i just think LukeJamie doing kinky roleplay is yum #mg art #lukejamie #sf6 #street fighter #street fighter 6 #sf6 luke #sf6 jamie #cross dressing

[srorgana1]

Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Two

The band is there for hours, way past the normal recording time slot. But you don’t mind because they are fucking brilliant. Their sound is hard but soulful, each of them adding a different layer unique to the sound. But you can’t stop watching Kylo play. His fingers are magic. He seeps such raw emotion. You flush as your mind starts to wander.

You wonder how well he can use those fingers in other areas. You let yourself imagine him slamming you up against the soundproof wall behind your chair. You can almost feel his breath on your neck as you envision him kissing at your pulse and cupping your pussy in his hand. "Is that good?"...suddenly you are jolted back to reality. "Y/N, is that good?" You had been too busy imagining cumming on Kylo’s fingers to realize they had run through the bridge again and were seeing if they needed to again.

Looking at the monitor, you don’t notice Rae walking in and sit next to you. “They are wicked good! How much have they worked out today?” she says. “Well, they rerecorded Wolves and The Art of Suicide and some new stuff for maybe one to two songs” you replay, eyes now not leaving Kylo and Kuruk.

“It's nice to get some fresh talent around here” she says, eyes sliding up and down Kylo’s body. Of fucking course she would have eyes for him. Why wouldn’t she? She’s probably is just his fucking type too. Lean, athletic, perfect skin.

You slouch in your chair and hit the microphone button “I think we have enough for today guys. Great job. I will schedule you some studio time later this week for review and planning, yeah?” You let the mic button go as soon as you hear a few yeahs.

You look at your phone. Shit, it's 7:30. You missed therapy again. Dr. Morgan is going to be less than pleased. You push down your anxiety as you clean up the space and pack your items. You open the door as the guys walk out. Vic and Trudgen give you big grins and slaps on your shoulder, thanking you. You give them a smile as you lead them to the parking lot as you coordinate their next recording session.

A large hand juts in front of you and grabs the parking lot door before you can. You follow the arm up to a pair of amber eyes, full of something you can not name. “Let me, please” he mumbles as he pulls the heavy door open. You don’t know what keeps you glued to his eyes. You shake your head to break whatever just happened. You wave goodbye and head to your car. If you had looked behind you, you would’ve seen he never stopped staring at you.

You drive home in a daze. Your thoughts are consumed. He had been so fucking close to you could still literally feel his body heat and smell his natural musk mixed with his woodsy cologne. No man should smell that good after sweating in a recording booth for hours. Your pussy throbs at the thought of that big body on you, those lips on you. You involuntarily shiver at the memory of his low “please”. You would let that man do anything he wanted to you if he asked like that again.

You throw your vehicle in park and rush into your condo. As you lock the door, you continue to picture him wrapped around you, kissing and nipping at your neck, crooning about how much he needs to fuck you. You can’t wait, you need a release now.

You slide your hand down and bring your fingers back up, spreading the wetness over your clit, over your underwear. You let your eyes fall close as you apply slight pressure, ready to get lost in that familiar high. It's not enough. For some unknown reason, you already know Kylo wouldn’t be this gentle with you. He would take what he wanted.

You increase the friction while you bring your other fingers down to enter you. You jolt at the sensation. You can picture his eyes darken in front of you with his large fingers knuckle deep, and mumbles into your ear “Is this all for me baby girl?” You let out a loud moan.

Your hips cant, meeting your hand’s rhythm. You move your hand from your clit to your breast, squeezing and massaging as roughly as you could. As roughly as he would. With a needy moan, you grind down on your fingers.

You could almost hear his dirty words and growls in your ear, spurring you on. That telltale coiling feeling is starting in your lower belly. You insert one more finger and quicken your pace. You allow your mind to wonder about his mouth, his tongue, his talented tattooed hands, what lies between those muscular thighs…

You gasp loudly as you cum. Your body melts with pleasure. You said his name over and over in a hushed voice as you came down from your high, fingers letting up on their motions to show yourself some mercy. You slide down the door as your breathing begins to even out. You would give anything you feel his warm body around you, drugging you with sweet kisses and to hear you did so well for him. A shiver runs up your spine again. Fuck, you got to get it together, especially since you are going to be working closely with him from now on.

#kylo ren au #adam driver #rockstar! kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo x y/n #knights of ren #kylo ren #star wars au #kylo ren fanfic #kylo fanfic

[katsukikitten]

No where to go

Warnings: NSFW, prohero/18+ AU, hot shower sex, marking.

"But it's not like that Suki. She's just being a bitch cause we're working from home." You roll your eyes as you lean against the cool tile of the shower, bitching about the new adjustment of working from home.

Of your vile coworker somehow becoming more toxic behind a screen. The ash blonde was listening in the beginning, that was until you crossed your arms beneath those glorious fat tits of yours pushing them up for better viewing. He saw his old faint markings staring to fade into your normal radiant hue causing him to realize he had been neglecting you.

Although you were too stressed from the extra workload to notice.

You take in breath to complain again only to be silenced by a strong hand wrapping around your throat, muscular body leaning in close as you press against the tiles.

Caught off guard real panic sets in for a moment causing him to ease up a tad.

"Did I scare you Princess?" His voice is smug and husky as the steam from the shower further steals your breath, "I know you're used to baiting me into choking you huh?"

He kisses you roughly, keeping your arms pinned between his hardened body and your soft curves. Your vision blurs, body fighting for air as it melts into his. He pulls away and sees the small panic again, he let's up once more wondering if he's sent you into subspace too abruptly.

"Can you handle it kitten?" His voice is rough, causing your core to clench while his eyes scream soft worry. You nod, grabbing onto his forearm before he continues.

A cycle of stealing your breath with kissing and pressing against twin pulses that run along the column of your throat. With blood no where to go it rushes down to your now aching cunt and needy clit causing you to rub your thick thighs for some friction.

Bakugou smirks in your mouth, dipping down to your ear. Kissing along your neck and leaving soft bite marks where his hand isn't when an amazing idea hits him. He tilts your head away to get a better view of your tender throat while he purrs in your ear.

"Since you've got no where to go it won't be a problem if I marr this pretty fucking neck of yours." With that he sinks his teeth into tender flesh as you cry own. Biting hard as he sucks for a moment until he's satisfied his teeth will leave pink indents on your skin for the next day or so.

He repeats the process on the other side before making his way to the tops of your breasts, pulling at the perked nipple having you crying out his name.

Your slick begins to drip down your thighs depsite the constant steam of hot water cascading down your flushed body.

Bakugou shoves you against the tile once more pressing his hardened cock on your thigh pushing you into an impossibly needy mess. Mewling with every nip and kiss before his fingers finally venture between this thighs.

Groaning as he hadn't even had to separate them to test just how aroused you were.

"You're such a naughty slut. Just choking you a bit and marking you has you sopping." He licks a stripe over your blooming bruises, "I can't wait to feel your pretty pussy clench around me."

He let's the rough pads of his fingers swirl over your throbbing clit as his other hand deprives you of air.

Your vision is a mixture of stars and blurred edges as he comes into view with a cocky smirk. Lips inches from yours that you choke yourself further to try to get a taste of.

He watches your eyes flutter, knees weakening as your core quivers, desperately needing him to fill you.

"P..please..." Your grip on his forearm starts to loosen as you're close to your first release of the night.

"Is that how you address me, brat? Is that how good baby girls ask to cum?"

"P..please sir." Your head is fuzzy, vision filled with a blurring Bakugou as warmth and weakness seep down your spine, spreading into each digit until you're a breath away from numb.

"Then cum on my fingers filthy whore." His voice sends you over the edge as he bites into your shoulder for added measure. Body shaking beneath his touch as he supports your body weight. Over stimulating your needy clit has you digging weak nails into his back.

"Bakugooooohhhh!" You scream as he pulls two more from you before turning off the shower head. An evil smirk playing on his lips as he picks you up, slamming you over the edge of the vanity. He spreads your ass with his hands, watching your cum string in your folds before it drips down thighs he wants to be between, his eyes glance to your flushed face in the mirror. Panting as you fight for breath and he half wonders if you even know what ride you're in for next.

He smirks, loving the art that he is making of you. Leaning down to leave kisses along your back before emphasizing his utter infatuation with you with small bites.

Each one earning a breathy moan from parted lips.

He slides his head up and down your length, even teasing the rim of your asshole with his thick cock a few times before you try to buck against him.

"Tell me kitten. Have you been good enough to take my cock."

"Yes, sir." You push out faster than he expected. He had thought you'd fight but thinking of the small panic and the already fucked out look lingering in your eyes now proves to him that you want him.

All of him.

So he gives it to you in the form of a harsh trust. Fat head sliding over the spongy tender spot within you as balls slap your overly loved clit.

You cry out, velvet walls clenching endlessly in an attempt to suck him further. But your needy cunt cannot as he has already bottomed out. Threatening to abuse your cervix.

He sets a merciless pace as you grip onto the cold granite, knuckles turning bone white as his own fingers dig into the meat of your hips.

"Fuck, this pretty pussy is so wet and so eager to grip." He smacks your ass earning a moan, "Who does it belong to?"

His voice is dangerous, causing your body to sheen in a cold sweat as ice and fire run through your veins.

"Y..you." He pulls your hair, forcing you to make eye contact in the mirror.

"I cant hear you Princess. Speak up." His eyes are dark, hair wet and pushed back. The sight alone has you starting the beginnings of your climax paired with his twitching cock as you begin to shudder.

"YOU, KATSUKI! YOU DADDY! YOU! ITS ALWAYS BEEN YOU." Raspy screams leave your dry throat having his lips turn ever upward. Your obedience has him closer than what he'd like.

He wants to fuck you until you squirt all over him.

"That's right baby girl. I own this pussy. Now watch me fuck it right." He says eyes glaring at your reflection, "Cum on Sir's cock."

He slaps into you again, sopping cunt filling the room with lewd noises as the spring in your stomach snaps.

Your cry out, whining as he pounds into you through your mind numbing orgasm already building you up again.

You're panting as he flips you over, body limp but he isn't done yet.

"You gotta last a bit longer you hear me Kitten?" He growls a threat, leaning over to kiss you before his thumb finds your puffed clit. You jump from the sensation, as his other hand presses down on your pelvis for added pressure.

The sensation makes you feel full, so full you could burst.

"Pl..please s..ss.sir. no more." You slur your words as your body bucks on it's own, chasing that release depsite being so utterly used up.

"You'll take more Princess." He growls, "I know you're close again with how tight your slutty hole is."

Your body goes rigid as time slows to a stop, as you feel nothing but the pressure and the heart beat in your core before the Earth shatters beneath you.

"F..fuck." Is all you say before a needy whine fills the air as your body convulsed beneath Bakugo's rough hands. Cunt attempting to milk his sizable length as you squirt all over him. Watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as your tongue stick slightly out has his hips snap sloppily as he finally allows his own release. Filling you to the brim with his own hot spurts until it oozes out with the rest of your juices.

He leans over biting into your throat a final time before he eases out of you. Peppering you with kisses, smoothing your hair down.

"Such a good kitten." He coos, stepping back on shaky legs himself as he gets a towel to wipe you up before wrapping you in it. He eases you into his arms as you use the last of your strength to cling to him.

Desperate for his love and affection even after he's fucked it all into you.

"I'm not going anywhere Princess." He reassures you, kissing your forehead, "Let's take a nap and when you wake up we can either get into another shower or start round two. Your choice."

#bakugo smut #bakugo thirst #thirst hours #bakugou katsuki smut #bnha smut #bnha 18+

[keis-simping-disaster]

The Babysitter pt. 2

Hey, it's me. I'm sorry for the long ass delay

Warnings: I guess underage, starker, smut, mature language, whatever you might find offending? I guess I dont know nor care.

Let's get into it now

Link to part 1

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The two turned and smirked at eachother once the door closed, they had no prior knowledge of eachother but they knew in due time that they would have eachother somewhere in the apartment, having a real pleasurable time. However, neither Peter nor Tony knew when, they had the whole weekend to themselves since May went on her trip.

Tony looking around the apartment checking what there was to do and make for food throughout his stay, before turning to Peter. "So Pete, what would you like to do?" The first thing that came to Peter's mind was you but his mouth just spewed out the words, "maybe something to eat?" Tony nodded looking kind of disappointed but he would never let Peter know that. He then picked up his keys and motioned to the door, "let's get going then, because I cant cook to save my own life without it tasting like trash or being burnt that it's just ash." Saying this caused Peter to snort, which caused Tony to look at Peter who was blushing and covering his mouth, "alright, whatever that was Pete, that was adorable." Saying that cause him to blush even more that it went below his shirt collar.

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During their entire lunch at a diner, Peter and Tony talked about interests and dislikes. Tony mainly flirting wanting to tease and make him squirm in desire. When the two got home, Peter was rock hard in his jeans, luckily he wasnt to noticeable cause he wasnt too endowed in size in that department, nor did he really care, he was into dominant guys and rather bottom, which he had the best bubble butt for, but he never had a partner yet he knew what he wanted. When the two entered the apartment, Peter sensed the vibe around Tony had changed from the first time, it was more dark and hungry. When he turned to look at Tony, he only caught a glimpse of a big bulge in the ripped skinny jeans of the other boy before Tony's lips were pressed against his. The kiss was anything but sweet, it was rough with primal lust and the scratch of his goatee. Tony's hands started at his hips when Peter didnt pull away they moved to his ass that hes been eyeing since he met him. Peter, although shocked at first started immediately kissing him back just as rough, loving the feeling of Tony's facial hair rubbing his skin red. When he felt the older boy's large hands on his ass he moaned and pushed back against them, filling Tony's hands with more of that soft round flesh.

Tony felt how turned on Peter was by the way he was trying to hump his leg and press his ass into his hands at the same time. Pulling away from the kiss, tony murmured against his lips, "you want me baby boy? Cause I want you, gonna ruin you for anyone else with my big cock~" That practically had Peter moaning in want and almost rolling his eyes back, it was all so new, but he wanted it so bad. Just managing to speak, he looks at Tony, eyes blown with lust, "God yes"

With that, Tony picked up the 16 year old Peter, and carried him to his room, with directions. Once in the room he practically threw Peter onto the bed before climbing onto it over him. He pulled the push pink lips into another deep kiss and ran his hands under Peter's shirt, dragging his calloused pads of his fingers across the sensitive nipples. Causing Peter to gasp and arch his back, "fuck Tony, that feels good. Love your big rough fingers on my nipples." Smirking tony pulled away and pulled off Peter's shirt in one felt swoop, leaving Peter confused for a second before Tony starting kissing, licking and nipping and the boys sensitive buds. Once done with his administrations to both of them, he pulls away sitting up on his haunches. Below him he sees a panting Peter, hair messy from his own hands with hickeys on his chest, collarbones, and neck, his lips swollen and bitten and a deep blush down to his chest. Everything seemed perfect to Tony which turned him on more. He got off the bed to pull off his own clothes after removing Peter's pants and boxers, seeing luscious pale skin, practically hairless, a hard little cocklet leaking and pink, and perfectly kissable thighs he'd like to mark up a little later. Tony decided to tease peter by stripping unbearably slow, causing him to whine in need. "You need to use your words baby. Daddy cant possibly know what you want." Peter blushed impossibly more, and spoke gently but in need, "I want you to hurry up and fuck me daddy." Hearing peter refer to him as daddy made Tony even more hard if possible, and threw his clothes off as fast as possible letting his cock spring out before slapping him in the stomach. Seeing the length and girth of Tony's cock had Peter's hole clenching in want but his jaw went slack and eyes widening, "h-how big?" Smirking Tony replied, "oh just a nice 10 inches. I'll be gentle on you baby~" peter was left practically drooling and moaned just at the knowledge. Tony taking this as a go ahead got on the bed again and carefully turned peter onto his stomach and hiked up his butt so it was in the air. He saw his perfect bubble butt on full display, and pink virginal hole. Unable to resist Tony leaned in and gently bit onto the round mound of flesh and began sucking hickeys. After being satisfied with his art Tony decided to stop teasing a little bit and licked to Peter's hole, causing him to gasp at the new weird feeling of Tony's tongue against his rim. Moaning when he pushed his tongue in and exploring as far as he could.

After Tony deemed his hole was wet and stretched enough for his finger he pulled away and spit on his fingers, 3 to be exact, before pushing the first in. New to the intrusion, Peter gasped and moaned, he felt it be still for a moment before starting to move in and out and curling against his walls. Pretty soon after that a second finger entered Peter's little hole and he winced slightly at the small stretch but began moaning when the fingers thrust into him deeper and suddenly he let out a scream and came when Tony hit his prostate. Tony slowed his movements with his hand to keep him stimulated but not too much it would hurt, "such a good boy. Cumming on daddy's fingers" he smirked as Peter rode out his high. Once back in touch of reality Peter pushed back against Tony's fingers that were still inside him "keep going, p-please."

Tony still very horny kept going addthing the third finger slowly, he knew it felt good but wanted to make sure he didnt overstimulate peter. After a little while he felt that peter was stretched enough he lubed up his cock and lined up with Peter's hole that was clenching around nothing and slowly slide in, holding back on ramming in and fucking him like a bitch in heat. Peter let out a long moan when Tony's cock slide in with ease, immediately he knew he was addicted and practically drooled when he bottomed out.

Tony looked down at peter and saw a small bulge in his stomach showing just how deep he was in his boy now. Seeing it made him growl in possessiveness, "look at that pete, I'm so deep in your small body I can see it. I'll ruin you for anyone else~." Peter looked and blushed deeply seeing the bulge as well, "n-no dont want no one else." With that came a smirk from Tony who began to thrust slow but deep into Peter. Immediately peter clung onto the older boys shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist, loving the feeling of being full and stimulated. Speeding up Tony let out a groan of pleasure feeling how tight Peter was still around him even after fingering him wide open, he knew he wouldnt last long especially when peter was making those high pitched cute moans which gave away how close he was already too. Without warning peter suddenly came having been sensitive from his first orgasm a little bit ago, causing him to clench around tony tightly. Tony moaned loudly at the feeling and started to lose himself in chasing his own pleasure, he started speeding up even more and thrusting even harder into Peter's prostate hes been gently grazing the whole time. Screaming in pleasure Peter's eyes rolled back as well as his head as he arches his back off the bed. Taking his chance as hes fucking into peter as hard as he can he bites his neck to leave a dark mark of teeth but not breaking the skin and cums deep in the boy who came for the 3rd time with him. Slowly riding out their orgasms none of them said a word and just mutually kissed and caught their breaths. Coming to a stop tony didnt pull out just yet as he panted against Peter's bruised up neck, Peter brought a hand up Tony's neck and into his hair to pet him with praise, his voice too broken to speak. Tony slide out of peter after a couple minutes and laid next to him, sweat covering both their naked forms and glistening in the dim light. Peter was the first to speak after a long comfortable silence to catch their breaths, "that was really good." Tony agreed with a hum already starting to doze off from using all his energy, Peter then spoke again cuddling Tony by laying his sweat matted head on his chest, "I think I'm in love with you already." Tony took a moment to answer as he wrapped an arm around peter to bring him closer even if he was hot, "I love you too, you're gonna be mine forever." Smiling peter closed his eyes and they both fell asleep, happy and together as boyfriends.

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #fanfiction #please no hate #i love starker

[fallenhero-rebirth]

Canyons...

Been busy with other writing and needed to get back into Fallen Hero headspace so have some soft flystep since that was the suggestion. Got too tired to get to the dirty stuff, maybe tomorrow morning if you’re lucky.

Herald POV, m!Sidestep (blink and it’s Jed).

..........

There's a weight to the world beneath you that you don't share anymore, but are desperate to capture. A sense of important worthy of coal, of harsh lines and deep smudges that leaves your fingers coal black, and the edges of the paper marked with fingerprints.

Leave your mark on the world, your father always used to say, but you know he didn't mean it this way.

Art is something you buy. A sound investment. A thing to show off.

You cant buy a city, or perhaps you can, but not this one. Too broken, too disjointed, too without rules and too real in a way that borders on the fantastic. Ugly. Sprawling. Beautiful. Painful.

There's a slight wind, and you have to readjust your position, drifting back to the edge of the roof to get the angle right. You never quite do, there's a dip between the skyscrapers, the black shadows of the streets like scars into the earth and you want to dry to get the depth, but there's something lacking. So you keep trying.

And maybe that's it, maybe that's the beauty of it, you can't capture it, like your father wanted you to. You just watch and hold and kiss and there's a face in your mind, smile like a crack, like the grand canyon, crooked and filled with mysteries and secrets. Water is soft but it erodes the hardest stone, leaves scars soft and smooth for kissing and there's a new page now, the city abandoned for the darkness of a remembered face, and here the coal slides easily, touch-memory, sharp cheekbones, sunken eyes, too tired, fingers rubbing shadows in too bright eyes, the eraser bringing highlights to the skin, sharp, white lines tracing scars, thin, hard pencil filling in the details from memory.

"What are you doing?" A voice drifting through the wind, from the rooftop below, an anchor, a string to your balloon and you drift down, your smile growing wider.

"How did you know I was up here?" You don't question the joy in your gut, the time for second guessing is over, you're in love and if you weren't already familiar with how cold and wet the clouds truly are you would have been on cloud nine. Instead you land next to him, feet touching lightly, then the weight of your body bringing you into his realm.

"Lucky guess," he evades, like always. Sidestep still in action if not in name. "Hope you don't mind I let myself in."

"I gave you a key for a reason," noting that you've got one of the scars wrong, it's above that little bump on the nose, a telltale sign of it broken once and never really reset. Not below. You chide yourself for forgetting, then kisses said nose, then the smile that's started to grow, welcoming the anchor his arms provide. "Thank you for coming up here," you whisper. "I know you don't like heights."

"Eh," he says with a shrug, a noncommittal sound that could mean anything. "What were you drawing?"

"The city," you admit with a sheepish grin, showing him the picture, not bothering to mention the face hiding on the next page. "I just never seem to get it right."

"Huh." Another little word that could mean a dozen things, but he wraps an arm around you like a cat draping itself across your shoulder, looking down at the smudged paper. "Looks good to me."

"That's the problem," you admit, leaning into his touch. "It's too clean."

"Of course it is." An amused laugh, and he kisses your cheek. "What do you think you can see from up here? Fucking architecture, that's what."

"That's not true." You wipe your cheek, giving it another black smudge, and you see the way his eyes go soft there for a moment, an unguarded thought, an open smile and you let your own go wider and "Let me show you!"

"Up there?" The smile fades and his eyes narrow, but you don't let him pull away. He's dragged you down and shown you the streets, it's only fair that you get to show him how the other half lives.

"I won't drop you," you assure, putting down the sketchpad so you have both hands free. "I promise."

"Fine," he acquiesces, wrapping his arms around your neck.

"Really?" You know your smile is too wide, too bright, but you don't care to tone it down around him. What's the use of being happy if you can't show it?

"Don't rub it in." There's the faintest of gasps as you lean down to sweep him up in your arms, something that always seems to surprise him. Maybe you don't get across as strong, but you're stronger than you look, and in your arms he feels light as a feather. Especially as you slowly drift up, making sure that there are no sudden movements.

You notice that he doesn't look down, instead his eyes are fixed on your face. You can't help the faint blush, you've never really gotten used to the way he looks at you, like the Sistine chapel on a sunny day, like seeing the ocean for the first time. A look of wonder and disbelief in equal measure.

"You're going to have to look down," you chide gently, making sure to position yourself so the wind is at your back, tugging at your hair. Small protection for him, but it's all you can do.

"Fine," another sigh, his grip tightening as he stares down at the city as if offering it a challenge. Maybe that's what is, holding his hand in the candle flame, because you can feel his heart speeding up. "What am I looking at?"

"Life," you say, following his gaze. "It's not architecture, it's people. Nobody made plans here, at least not much." The city is filled with scars, surviving pre-quake neighborhoods intersecting with newly built ones, spiraling out into ruins and slum, massive scars still not healed. Just since you moved here almost ten years ago the scars have shrunk, the city healing before your eyes.

"It's a fucking trainwreck, that's what it is." He sounds more thoughtful than dismissive. "Disjointed. Wrong."

"Beautiful," you counter with. "Fascinating."

"They sky's beautiful." He looks upwards instead, face unreadable even to you. "And the clouds."

"But the sky is empty." You start drifting back towards the rooftop. "And the clouds are wet. There's no people up there."

"That's not a bad thing."

"You know something?" You land on the roof, still holding in his arms, feeling his weight hit your arms, fighting hard not to let him slip. "Dress warmly one day and I'll take you up there one day when it's cloudy. Up above the clouds. Up above the smog. So there's just us and the sun."

"I... might take you up on that." He wriggles out of your arms, and you pretend that you're not grateful for it, he was getting heavy. "I like the sun."

"It's a date then," you smile widely at him, and gets rewarded with a reflected smirk and the faintest of blushes. Does he know how cute he is? How much he makes your body tingle just by being near? His blush deepens so you give him a wink. "Wanna go inside?"

"Let's." He takes a decisive grip on your hand, pulling you towards the stairs. There's a strength to his grip that's downright thrilling, you've never really gotten over how this makes you feel.

It's not like you've had any experience with men before, and girls were a different story. A softer one. There's nothing soft about him, angular and hard, scarred in ways you can't understand, only try to empathize with. What is it inside you that makes you crave this? Crave his hands on your body, the way he looks at you like you were holding the rifle at his execution. It shouldn't be this dangerous to fall in love, but for him it is, but he's dooming himself anyway.

Can you do any less?

Three kisses in the stairwell, almost stumbling over each other before the door slides open, depositing you inside.

"Get the blinds," he mumbles, nipping at your lips, sending shivers down your spine.

You free yourself reluctantly, walking over to the panel, dragging your finger over it until the windows are opaque like milk. Only then do you turn around and see him watching you, arms crossed, like...

...there's a thrill of desire running through your body, twined with one of fear.

A predator. That's what he looks like, and for a moment you feel your hands go up in defense, and then he steps closer and you use those same hands to pull him in and hug him. What does it say about you that you like the way he makes you feel? That you like being manhandled? Does it make you less than a hero? Less than a man? You don't think so, but it's hard to let go of what life's been telling you.

You're working on it.

For him. With him.

Maybe it'll be easier one day.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fanfiction #mc #herald #so tired now

[ahs-honey]

The Best Tease. (Billie Dean Howard x Reader) One shot.

A/N: aah, hi loves ! im sorry ive been so inactive lately - i got sick but im back with some smut !! i hope you enjoy reading !!

Warning: this is so nsfw i cant stress it enough jfkdsk

You were almost convinced that if Billie wasn't so well-known for being a medium, she'd be known for being the worlds biggest tease. The older woman absolutely adored making you frustrated and needy, and as much as you loved that about her, you often wished you could give her a taste of her own medicine.

                                                                    Teasing Billie was finding to be an impossible task — one that you had attempted countless times, and not once had you gotten anywhere close to making her desperate for your touch. It wasn't that you couldn't arouse the woman — oh, you most definitely could and you frequently did —, it was just that Billie despised being teased. Any time you strived to work the medium up, she would easily flip the scenario back onto you, and you'd be aching for her touch within an instant. And Billie . . . Well, she suffered nothing.

                                                                    That never discouraged you from trying again though; some days, you'd tease Billie for revenge, especially if she had cruelly made you hold off your orgasm the night before. She enjoyed that more than you did. And other days, you'd tease her for your own enjoyment, craving the familiar feeling of her fingers pumping inside of you at a punishing pace.

                                                                    Unfortunately for you, Billie knew what your intentions were every single time, and if that wasn't already enough, then the fact that she had enough willpower to last through an apocalypse certainly did make her the best tease. Truth be told, Billie would hardly even bat an eye at your antics, knowing that she could make you suffer just as much — if not more.

                                                                    As the rising, spring sun slipped through the cracks in the luxurious curtains and wrapped rays of warmth around your smooth skin, you were drawn out of slumber, a satisfied smile taking over your face as the same excitement that you usually felt on a Sunday began bubbling inside of your stomach, already heating up your core. Sunday's were yours and Billie's days. Whenever the medium was filming close to home, she'd get the singular day off from work, giving the two of you time to spend the day however you wished. It always went the same way.

                                                                    You peeled your eyes open, adjusting them to the bright, glowing room. Looking over at your lover, you noticed Billie was still in deep sleep, relaxation woven deep into her features as she softly and slowly exhaled and inhaled in a repetitive manner.

                                                                    Filthy thoughts began flooding your mind, reminding you of a particular event that occurred last week. Oh, god. It made you wet just thinking about it. Billie sure did pleasantly surprise you when you had been pulled out of unconsciousness by the familiar feeling of her plump lips wrapped expertly around your clit, a warm burn building inside of your stomach. You bit your lip, blushing slightly as you remembered just how quick you came — it even surprised Billie, who, in return, pulled three powerful, yet prolonged orgasms out of you after that.

                                                                    This was the ideal time for revenge, right? You slowly rolled out of bed, swiftly pulling your satin pyjamas off of your body, dropping them mindlessly onto the ground. Once you had crawled your way back in bed, you straddled Billie's hips, biting your lip to stifle a moan as your centre pressed against the medium’s silk-covered skin.

                                                                    Billie barely moved a muscle as you dipped down, attaching your pink lips to the soft skin on her neck. It was always difficult to wake the older woman. Years of being around often-bothersome spirits had allowed for Billie to learn the art of blocking her senses, turning her into an exceptionally heavy sleeper. You didn't mind though. It only meant you'd have to try harder to wake her, and you were never the one to turn down a challenge.

                                                                    Teasing kisses fell upon Billie's skin like mist as your hips began to roll leisurely, your dripping core rubbing against her thinly-clothed skin. Movement. The medium felt it gradually bring her into consciousness, yet she wasn't exactly sure what the movement was. She was hardly aware of just how laboured her breaths were becoming, hardly aware of the soft gasps dropping from her lips and swimming through the room.

                                                                    "Good morning, beautiful," you whispered in a teasing tone, hearing her heavy exhales fill the air. You roughly bucked your hips, deliberately moaning right into Billie's ear before nipping her earlobe with your teeth, pulling away with a satisfied smile.

                                                                    Your dazed eyes scanned Billie's dark ones, watching as they clouded over with lust, forcing her to run her teeth over her plump bottom lip. The medium's eyes shamelessly danced down your naked body, causing a wave of realisation to slide over her features as her hands flew to your hips, nails grazing the soft skin tenderly.

                                                                    "Did you sleep well, my love?" You teased again, noticing her unusually quiet demeanour. Billie was never speechless — you must've done something right for once. Just as you were about to roll your hips in a slow, rough motion, you felt the medium's nails suddenly digging into your skin, pulling a slightly pained whimper from you as you ceased your motions at once.

                                                                    "What were you just doing, honey?" Billie finally spoke up, and if you weren't so turned on, you'd have been worried at the tone of her voice and the playful, warning look on her face. She roughly guided your hips to continue, setting a painfully steady pace, forcing low groans to tumble through your lips. “Go on, tell me.”

                                                                    "N-Nothing," you whimpered, back-pedalling entirely on your plan as you realised it hardly was going to get you where you wanted it to. However, you didn't know it yet, but it was already too late for that as Billie had rapidly thought up a plan of her own.

                                                                    "I hope you're not lying to me, dear," the medium warned again, and in one swift motion she had flipped you both around, knocking the air from your lungs in surprise.

                                                                    Billie’s clothed body hovered over your naked one, her face inches away from yours as she spoke in a gentle, yet firm tone. "Tell me, sweetheart, were you trying to get off without my permission?" She asked, eyebrows raised in question. Yet she already knew the answer.

                                                                    "N-No." That wasn't it. "I was just trying to wake you, I wasn't-"

                                                                    Your sentence was cut short — the rest of your words evaporated off of the tip of your tongue as you felt Billie's slender finger sliding down your dripping slit. You opened your mouth to speak, but all you could form was a breathy moan.

                                                                    "No?" Billie teased, mocking you as a small smirk spread across her lips. "Then why are you so soaked, honey? Hm?"

                                                                    "I-I'm n-not-"

                                                                    Once again, all of your ability to form coherent sentences blew away like a gust of wind, as your brain shut down at the feeling of Billie's finger sliding inside of you with little effort, her nail scratching you ever-so-slightly. A gasp involuntarily flung out of your mouth and kissed the warmth of the room, making Billie smirk further at the sound. Before you could even enjoy the pleasurable sensation, you felt her finger withdraw, forcing a needy whine out of you in return. You never tore your eyes off of the medium, watching as she brought her wet finger to your pink lips, smiling softly at you as she spoke. "Try it then, darling," she offered, tapping the wet digit on your bottom lip twice. "Go on, open your mouth, honey. You tell me if you taste wet."

                                                                    Another shocked gasp left through your slightly-parted lips at the filthy words your girlfriend was uttering. Billie took the opportunity to dip her drenched finger inside of your hot mouth, pressing down onto your tongue, eliciting a moan from you as you began sucking it clean.

                                                                    "Oh, good girl," Billie cooed, a pleased smile lingering on her lips as she watched you eagerly swirl your tongue around her finger. "Mm, how does that taste, sweetheart?"

                                                                    Her digit slipped back out of your mouth, dragging a hum from your throat along with it as she waited for your reply. "Wet," you admitted, blushing fiercely as the realisation that you had been caught hit you like a pile of bricks.

                                                                    "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Billie shook her head slowly, lifting up from her towering position and kneeling in between your legs. "I ought to punish you for that, honey, don't you agree?" The older woman raised an eyebrow at you and you couldn't help but buck your hips in the anticipation of being touched.

                                                                    "I need you so bad," you whined in the neediest tone you could manage, ignoring Billie's question completely, hoping she'd just take mercy on you for once.

                                                                    Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the medium's nails running up and down your inner thighs almost too gently, causing you to miss the mischevious look that brushed over Billie's features. "Is that so, babydoll?" She sweetly asked, a hint of playful innocence entwined between her words, though you barely acknowledged that fact yourself as her teasing fingers distracted you from her words entirely. All you could do, was nod.

                                                                    "Alright then, sweetheart."

                                                                    Light shivers rippled through your body as you felt Billie pull away from your skin. You opened your eyes, watching as the mattress dipped under the medium's arm, which supported her weight as she leaned across the bed and pulled open the top bedside table draw.

                                                                    Your pearly teeth grazed your bottom lip, stifling the excited moan that clawed it's way up from your throat. You patiently watched — eyes black with lust and body already trembling — as Billie plucked a vibrator wand out of the draw before shoving it closed.

                                                                    She situated herself back in between your spread legs, smirking cockily at how flustered you had become under her fleeting touches.

                                                                    "Are you going to be a good girl for me now, (y/n)?" Billie asked, raising a perfect eyebrow as she scanned your face, curiously waiting for a reply. However, all you could muster was a confident nod, your throat too dry for you to properly speak as your hips desperately rolled in attempt to finally reach some sort of friction.

                                                                    "Use your words, dear," Billie teasingly reminded you, flicking the first switch on the toy and allowing the room to fill with a barely-audible buzz.

                                                                    "Y-Yes, Billie. I'll - I'll be good," you rushed, and without warning, the medium pressed the object against your needy clit, drawing full-throated moans from you within an instant.

                                                                    Satisfied noises filled the air and Billie couldn't hide the pleased smirk that ran across her lips. She once again lifted from her spot, hovering over you without shifting the toy, and dipping down until her lips touched your neck. Messy kisses and teasing bites painted their way across your skin as Billie revelled in the desperate sounds fleeing your mouth. Just as you were about to beg the medium for more, the setting on the wand increased and your mind was swiped completely blank, as all you could focus on were the filthy kisses and the warm pleasure drilling its way through your body.

                                                                    "You always make the prettiest noises, darling," Billie mindlessly told you, nipping the sensitive skin on your chest before running her tongue over it. Your body trembled as you toppled closer towards a powerful high, feeling as every touch Billie dropped upon your skin threw you deeper into the ocean of euphoria.

                                                                    Waves of intoxication hit your mind and your dazed eyes refused to open for longer than a couple of seconds, shutting completely when the vibrations that were kissing your sensitive clit intensified once again.

                                                                    "B-Billie-" you moaned out, gripping the silk sheets until your knuckles turned pale. "I-I'm c-close."

                                                                    The medium only hummed in reply — a knowing, teasing hum — as she pressed the toy firmer onto your centre, causing stars to cloud your vision. Fuck. You were unbearably close and your orgasm was threatening to hit you at any second, yet you forced yourself, with all your might, away from the edge, remembering one of Billie's rules.

                                                                    "P-Please, can I c-cum?" You begged, groaning as another wave of pleasure passed over your trembling body.

                                                                    You felt Billie smirk against your skin, pressing a final sloppy kiss to your collarbone before pulling away. "Aw, good girl, remembering to ask for permission.” Her velvet voice was full of faux sympathy as her amused face floated inches above yours, watching your reaction as the next few words struck you like lightening, "but no, you cannot."

                                                                    The click of the vibrator being turned off was muffled by the desperate sob that tore from your throat, as you realised that you had missed the opportunity to catch your impending orgasm. Billie was going to tease you all day for your stunt — you already knew it.

                                                                    "You tried to get off without permission, so now you've had it taken away completely. That seems fair, does it not, honey?" Billie asked in a playfully stern tone but you couldn't even reply. Your chest heaved with desperate breaths of despair as you laid limp on the bed, wondering if you were even going to get off today.

                                                                    Billie smirked at your evident defeat, feeling proud of herself as she dropped the vibrator to the side before getting comfortable between your legs.

                                                                    You furrowed your eyebrows, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you glanced over at the medium, curious as to what her next move was going to be.

                                                                    She laid down on her stomach, wrapping her arms under your thighs and resting her hands on your sides, scratching them softly with her nails as she began pressing soft kisses up your right thigh. "You know-" Billie mumbled between kisses, avoiding the very spot you needed her the most, "that was for trying to get off without my permission," the medium informed you once again. "But since you also lied about how wet you were-" the older woman paused, sliding her tongue up your dripping slit before looking up at you with black eyes, "I'm going to tease you with my tongue for the next three hours, babydoll."

                                                                    And without giving you a second to recover from her words, Billie attached her lips to your throbbing clit, making sure to pull screams from your lips that would have the neighbours worried for weeks. After all, Billie was the best tease.

#billie dean howard x reader #billie dean howard one shot #billie dean howard imagine #billie dean howard fanfic #ahs fic #ahs fanfic #ahs one shot #billie dean howard fic #tori writes #ahs-honey #if theres any errors in this just know i HATE MYSELF bc ive reread this like 180 times already #pls enjoy <333:) #sarah paulson x reader

[brooklyn-1918]

Day 24

Characters: OC Angel Moore and Avengers

Warnings: Fluff, possibly minor language

A/N: Holy crap! I cant believe that it’s Christmas Eve. It came all to fast, but im excited that it’s here. Without further adieu, here is the second to last of the 24 days stories.

If you would like to read the previous day’s story, you can read it HERE

If you would like to read the background to the OC Angel Moore, you can read it HERE

Angel was standing in front of her floor length mirror when the first of two knocks sounded at her door. She tugged at her jeans to straighten them out before she called to the visitor.

“Coming!” She gave one final tug, and glancing to make sure her hair was fine, she left her bedroom. Her hand on the handle, she paused and took a breath. 

“Merry Christmas Eve, Angel,” Wanda greeted happily. Angel smiled brightly, moving forward to give her a hug. 

“And to you too,” She said, standing straight again. She moved back so she could let Wanda through to enter her apartment. She shut the door, and waved her hand around the living space. 

Wanda grinned at the Christmas lights and decorations strewn around the space, bringing a festive uplift to the modern madness that was her Stark Industries decorated home. 

“You know, I think we should re-decorate,” Wanda observed, tapping her toe against the couch. Angel huffed a breath, and nodded. 

“I think that would be fun. But in the meantime, make yourself comfortable. Natasha should be here--” Another knock on the door cut her sentence off. Angel nodded again and pointed over her shoulder to the door. 

“Any minute,” Angel concluded, turning on her heel. Opening the door once more, she came face to face with the red headed assassin. With her makeup on point (as always), and beautiful gold earrings, she held a bottle of red wine. 

“Oooh, gimmie gimmie,” Angel said playfully, making grabby hands towards the bottle. Natasha threw her a playful smile, and held the glass bottle out of her reach. Angel chuckled and shook her head, once more standing out of the way so that Natasha could enter. 

“Where are your glasses?” Natasha asked, giving the wine a tiny shake. 

“Over the fridge for fancy, next to the sink for sippy cups,” Angel explained, moving to collect a few loose items off her coffee table. Natasha nodded and made her way into the kitchenette, pushing herself up on her toes to reach into the cabinet above the refrigerator. 

Angel plunked down in an armchair as she listened to the crystalline clink of the wine glasses. 

“Hold up, is Wanda even allowed to drink that?” Angel questioned. Wanda frowned and snatched a glass and the bottle, pouring herself a helping. 

“I’m 22, thank you so much for asking,” She grumbled, taking a sip. Natasha took the bottle away from the brunette’s hands, and carried on to pour herself and Angel each a glass. She raised her eyebrow at the young woman. 

“Then you should know how to pour it properly. Give it a twist as you pull it away.” Natahsa demonstrated, twirling the bottle on its axis as she pulled it up. Angel accepted her glass with a smile and a raise of the crystal. 

“Prevents dripping. And smooths it out,” Angel finished. Her and the redhead tapped their glasses together. They held them there for a moment, and Wanda grinned lightly before doing the same. 

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The three women walked down the hallway, already with their shoes off, and carrying the empty wine bottle. They entered the common room, the tree lit up beautifully in the setting sun. A chorus of greeting and holiday cheer rose from the occupants, and the three women gave hugs to them all. 

“Hey, Angel, is Olivia coming?” Tony asked. Natasha chuckled as she set the bottle down on the already broken into bar, and Angel groaned. 

“I swear, you love my kid more than me! I’m wounded!” Angel playfully complained, dramatically putting the back of her hand to her forehead. But she glanced at her watch, and started to pull on her shoes. 

“How can we not love her?” Clint asked with a shrug. Angel chuckled and patted his shoulder as she stood. A few others laughed. 

“That's the right answer, Barton. I’m going to pick her up now, and I should be back by the time Peter swings over,” She explains, weaving her way through the group towards the elevator that will take her to the landing pad. 

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Angel lands with little Olivia bundled in her arms. Her wings sent gusts of wind around them, and she set her daughter down. 

“Good job, mommy!” Olivia said with a clap of her hands. Angel chuckled and retracted her wings, reaching out to take the small girl’s hand. 

“Thank you, Livvey bear.” Angel’s whole chest warmed up as she looked at her child. In her little maroon dress coat, and her forest green dress that she insisted she wore that night. Her tiny black flats that almost fell off once or twice during the flight, the look completed by her Iron Man backpack, which held her pajamas and stocking for hanging with the other Avengers stockings. 

They walked through the tower, and entered the common area after dropping off her bag. Olivia ran around and gave them each a big hug. She began telling the story of her meeting Santa at Macy’s to Peter, who listened with great interest. 

Angel sat down on the couch, propping her feet up, and watching the group talk effortlessly. She sighed, leaning her head back to listen to the carols radiating from the room’s speaker system. 

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Food was brought out, cooked by Wanda and Angel. Bacon wrapped candied dates, baked brie and apples, shrimp cocktail, vegetable platters, and much more lined the buffet table by the bar. 

People were laughing happily, bellies full and a sparkle in their eyes. No disagreements, minus the small political mutters that Sam nipped in the bud. 

After a much needed viewing of The Polar Express, a prerequisite on Christmas Eve, things were winding down. Olivia was curled into her mother’s lap, somewhere in between sleep and awake, face nuzzled into the soft fabric of Angel’s sweater. 

“Mommy, can you read me Jan Brett?” She asked quietly, as the room settled into silence. Angel ran her fingers through the small girl’s hair, and nodded, chin bumping lightly against the top of her daughter’s head so she could feel her answer. 

“Where is the book, sweetheart?” 

“Over there,” Olivia said, pointing to the side table, where she must have put it after she stopped back in Angel’s apartment. 

“Bucky, would you mind--” She pointed to the hardcover book, and he nodded. After picking it up, he held it to admire the art on the front, before handing it to his team mate. 

“Thanks,” She said and he hummed in response. She moved her daughter off her lap so she could open the book, the small girl quickly relocating onto the lap of the chemist. Bruce smiled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. 

“What one?” Angel asked quietly. WIth a yawn, Olivia replied. 

“The usual.”

“Alright.” Angel started to read out loud, drawing everyone to her voice. A soft melody of words, made even more joyous by the story on the page. She tucked her leg under herself, and continued on. 

Around her, Tony and Steve moved to sit on the floor around the coffee table, leaning their heads in their propped up arms. Wanda picked absent mindedly at the cookies in her lap, a smile creeping up her face. Thor listened intently to the tales that he had never heard, but was happy to learn.

As she came to the end of her first story, ending the tale of a girl trying to prepare Santa’s reindeer, she glanced at Olivia. She had her cheek mashed into the arm of Bruce, smiling with a droopy look that only a late night could bring. 

She read one last story. 

“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” Olivia made a face, a small sound of disgust escaping her lips at the mention of the rodent. A few small laughs sounded from around the group, and Angel carried on. 

After she was finished with the story, and half suspected that Olivia might be asleep, she shut the hard cover book. 

“Again!” Olivia mumbled airily. 

“Oh, no. Now we have to put out stockings and cookies so Santa can come,” Angel chuckled. Her daughter’s eyes popped open, and she picked her head up with little difficulty. Wanda stood and picked up the small girl, securing her tired body in her arms. 

“How about we go pick out a plate and glass?” The child nodded, and together, they walked off towards the kitchen. 

Angel stood with some effort, stretching out her back and legs. 

“Alright, everyone has their stockings, yes?” She asked. They nodded or hummed their answers, some pulling their cloth socks out of their pockets, others standing and retrieving them from wherever they hid them. Angel smiled.

“Good.”

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Olivia placed the plate piled with cookies on the coffee table, Wanda setting the glass of cold milk next to it. 

“Friday, extend the hooks,” Tony said lazily. 

“Yes, boss.” With a few small clicking sounds, 11 hooks in total were extended from the wall. One for each Avenger, plus child. One by one, they stood and hung the festive bags on the wall. The stocking waited patiently to be filled, and the entire team stood back to admire them. 

“Mom, if there’s no fireplace, how will Santa get in?” Olivia asked as she tugged on her mother’s hand. Angel looked down, opening her mouth to answer, but no response came to mind. 

“The front guards would know to let him in. But fortunately, they don’t need to know that. Hit it, Fri,” Tony said as he waved his finger at the ceiling. Without responding, the AI lifted back part of the concrete wall, where a fireplace had been hidden seamlessly. Flames danced out of the glass pebbles, causing a warm glow to envelop the large room. 

They admired it for a few minutes, before they each said goodnight to each other, and went to sleep.

24 Days Tags:

@im-a-light-child​ @nomadicpixel​

#Avengers #ofc x avengers #ofc #oc #marvel

[withfeelingthistime2232]

Movie Nights Are New

Little Fic for sin-tastein art! http://sin-tastein.tumblr.com/post/160827353747/sintastein-20-minutes-into-netflix-and-chill-and

“Which one should we watch the first or second?” “Just bloody pick one before I change my mind.”

The bluenette scrambles his decision before thrusting the rejects away messily on the tv stand, gently cleaning the disc before popping the sucker in. Looking back he smiles as Murdoc stretches his arms behind the ratty old couch stained from years of damage and made his way over. It wasn't often he partook in one of his Grotesque films, if anything thing it was once in a blue moon, But he wasn't going to complain if it meant doing something other than sweating over a torn up note pad in a room full of smoke.

Pressing play Murdoc gives a guff of acknowledgment towards the movie, scooting over a tad for his singer to sit by. As the movie starts up he gives a small smirk to the familiar soundtrack used for their very song A1.

“So unfulfilling, I was waiting for the drums to kick in” Murdoc announces quietly causing 2D to give a slight chuckle.

This is nice he says to himself as he catches glimpse at the other, tuned in fully to the story that's been unwound a million times, noticing the soft heat emanating at his side,clenching up at certain scenes. No sound other than the blaring vintage disc as all bandmates were tucked away to their own devices.

“That's you, your bub.” Stuart says out of nowhere pointing to the zombie chained on screen.

It takes Murdoc a second to comprehend what was said through his half sober mind but when he does he jerks his head to 2D in offense, watching as the singer laughed maniacally at his own joke.

“I'm sorry, i-it's I know it's not that Funny, but I cant its just so stupid that i'm picturing it” “Dents?” The Satanist asks with a subtle calm “Yeah?” “Shut the fuck up” “Im trying im sorry!” He yells again with more laughter than the last causing the Bassist to smile in return, leaning closer to the giggling mess.

Thirty minutes in and he grows bored and fidgety, noticing the man more closely at his side,when his breathing hitched in surprise, when his pulse speed fast, his senses were overpowered by butterscotch. He wondered if he noticed it too? He asked himself stealing another glance towards the man in question.

Not a chance this guy is balls deep in he replied to himself in defeat as he watches the horror junkie stare wide eyed at the screen.

He adjusts his posture hoping to reel Stuart back in but to no advances, there was a movement but only just a tad before he was sucked in again to the film. Biting his lip in irritation Murdoc leans down to his ear and gives a breathy whisper to the other, a smirk upon his lips.

“Im hungry.”

Dents looks to him in wonder There we- Before handing him the popcorn bowl with a smile. Go..

Numbingly taking the bowl he stares into the half eaten mess, dissociating for a good minute or two before asking himself what the hell happened.

Twenty minutes remaining and no such luck, In fact he gave up fifteen minutes ago (he knows, he's been counting) and like always waiting was pure hell. He Rested his elbows on his knees in defeat,dragging his hands along his face while the Songbird relaxed against the back,arms behind his head. How long was this movie again?

He debated every so often if he should just put things in action, yet every time he looked to see the man happily enjoy the apocalyptic fantasy even he couldn't pull him away. So like whatever man was left he waited, looking to the blue tuned dark hair in the low light room. His eyes traveled down the skinny frame leaving his mind open to all the pretty sounds to be made once you hit the right spot, if you touched the right places. Sitting, waiting, hardening.

Fuck.

Eyes blurred bloodshot to the screen as he watched the credits roll, feeling the Bluenette stretch his arms with a satisfied grunt.

“I don't know, I think the Night of living dead was better, jus got that- you know? That old horror movie vibe, It's all black in white?” Stuart says looking over to Murdoc for input.

Murdoc sits up and looks over to Stuart tiredly as the Singer gives a toothless smile.

“You hungry? We could get some fried chicken or somef-”

The hobgoblin interrupts his question by yanking him close, attacking him with a lust filled kissed to the cushions below.

��Ow Mudz!,mudz..” Stuart chimes with a warning of his teeth,breathing the name a second time around.

He minded his teeth to only graze, using mostly his tongue to get the job done. Murdoc encouraged his front man to wander,smiling at the hands starting to grip his hair and back, kissing the tunes from the bluenettes throat. Delighted with his response he settles on a small patch of skin near his ear, not only to tease him more with the sounds of what he was doing but to feel the breath of his moans, he figured it was a win-win.

“Mu-mmm~ Mur-…”

With a final nip of the ear he lurked further, kissing at the exposed collarbone from the button up cardigan. As he pushed his hands under to explore the fragile frame he listened to all the little gasps his Star had to offer as he ran his nails over his ribs teasingly.

“L-lemme-” Stuart tries to talk through the heavy sighs.

Murdoc looks up and captures his lips once more,charmed as Stuart nipped for entrance, smiling at his obedience, the little surprise at his length of tongue, no matter how many times he's exposed to it. Lavishing in the semi-controlling kiss the green hands began to explore further upwards tweaking at his nipples chuckling against the jolt of the man's body.

Soothing into the touch he let the other continue his way, watching him open his shirt with the help of his teeth, nice little skill, good multi-tasking. He told himself as he rested his head back with another moan arching his back to the feel of the lips at his stomach.

Feeling the crisp air against his skin he hardened at the sight in front of him. He looked to the eyes glazed over in lust as the Bassist hook his thumbs into his underwear, confident to keep eye contact with every new hicky forming closer to the prominent bulge in his jeans.

Jesus how can he do this so calmly. He thinks as his face goes red

As soon as the zipper stops a hand in his hair halts his actions.

“I wanna, I wanna cum with you” he asks brushing the hair through his fingers.

Murdoc shifts their positions lying on his side and leaves kisses on his neck once more. A hand reaches under to grasp him and he nearly dies from the sudden relief.

“You're too good for me Dents”

“Keep talking” He pleads as he shakingly goes to work on the others belt.

Murodc gives a rare moan as he finally feels contact to his shaft, mummering encouragements to each pull from the skillful fingers threatening to edge him to insanity.Thrusting his hand under the pillow he gets a comfortable leverage to the man's hair while he reveled in the bliss that is his calloused hand.

“I couldn't fucking wait till that damn movie was over, looking at you like that” He murmurs into his ear

“Imagining so many pretty positions for you~”Murdoc chuckles as Stuart grips tightly onto his cross, blush spreading down his chest as he quickens his hand.

“Anywhere my mouth could wa-nder-mnnff, Sweet Satan you might just kill me”

Burying his head into Stuart's neck he tries to compose himself, finding it harder to do with the gasping and pleading of faster. He keeps his hand teasingly slow much to 2d’s discomfort and watches him buck into his hand to gain more friction. Placing soft kisses on the forming bruises he grips his dick tightly biting his lip at the others sultry moan.

“You do this alot, you grab my cross during stuff like this” “Mudz!” “I love it, especially when you ride me-when it’s balled up in your fist” one more full stroke. “Fuck, plea-lease” He says clenching his eyes closed trying to relax against his demon like nature.

Figuring he had enough he quickens his pace, watching the relief wash over him, eyeing his body as it shakes with the much needed pleasure releases tentatively from the weeping slit. He was so close, and if he kept it up so would he.

As he thumbed the tip in small circles he felt himself starting to rise at a quickened pace as every movement suddenly felt so right, another moan slipped past as he whispered The singers name unevenly, Noticing that both their movements started to get shaky

2D came with a loud groan as he balled the chain in his first, biting his fingers against the noise while Murdoc hid his in the nape of his neck kissing out his high, mumbling sweet nothings against each peck.

“Perfect, your fucking perfect”

#2Doc #Crazyartdad #sin-tastein #My Writting

[amaloaf]

All of them

3 Fears3 things I love2 turns on2 turns offMy best friendSexual orientationHow tall am IWhat do I miss right nowFavourite colorDo I have a crush ^ already answered these

Favourite place

my room of the senior lounge in my school

What am I listening to right now

a davenchurch playlist (current song: Something I Need- One Republic) 

Shoe size

9-10 womens

Eye color

brown and gold

Hair color

ALSO brownish-gold

Meaning behind my URL

haha Fenton called me a walking paradox as a joke and it stuck!

Favourite song

literally dont have one but im currently loving “Waving Through a Window” from the dear evan hanson soundtrack

Favourite band

either panic! at the disco or fall out boy

How I feel right now

absolutely awful but you sending this completely boosted my mood!! 

Someone I love

oh sweet jesus, Fenton and Ellie and Pear and Cade and Vinny and Dylan and Sydney and Daffy and Simon and Nico and Jayme and Kiwi and Arily and this is going overboard but i cannot hold all my love in

My current relationship status

painfully single and desperately needing to get laid

My relationship with my parents

no

Favourite season

fall

Tattoos and piercing i have

none, unfortunately 

Tattoos and piercing i want

a septum piercing, 1mm gauges, a second piercing, an outer ear ring, sleeve tats of intertwining roses and dandelions, magnus’ railsplitter somewhere (im still deciding on where..) 

The reasons I joined Tumblr

all my middle school friends had it

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

not anymore

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

i kissed my dad before 

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

cosmetically? five minutes max

Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?

unfortunately i did yesterday  

Where am I right now?

at my desk, sitting on pile of laundry im neglecting 

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

i like it quiet

Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

both, but unhappily 

Am I excited for anything?

death, also graduation i guess

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

my friends Cade and Dylan are good buddies 

How often do I wear a fake smile?

….. next question

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

the mcelroys, specifically travis 

What do I think about most?

not to be dark but death 

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

neither, but behind if i have to be

What was the last lie I told?

“no mom i totally bought this”

Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

i dont do either v much but i really like vids when i can get them

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

yes and yes (i saw three ghosts in my life)

Do I believe in magic?

hell yeah

Do I believe in luck?

mostly

What’s the weather like right now?

clear night skies with a slight fall nip in the air

What was the last book I’ve read?

animal farm by george orwell 

Do I have any nicknames?

M.K., M, Loaf

Do I spend money or save it?

both? 

Can I touch my nose with a tounge?

nope!

Favourite animal?

hgnnnnn cant choose, maybe sharks?

What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

sleeping 

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

Hips Dont Lie! 

What is my favorite word?

bludgeoning because im a nerd 

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

CUT THE CRAP AND LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER IN PEACE GOD DAMN IT

Do I have any relatives in jail?

i deadass dont talk to my family but im p sure one of my cousins was arrested last week 

What is my current desktop picture?

that picture of the sloth photoshopped on a dolphin with the P!NK lyrics

Had sex?

B)

Bought condoms?

no

Gotten pregnant?

oh god no

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

no but my first kiss with a boy i got sprayed on at a waterpark 

Had job?

im a partime paralegal 

Smoked weed?

yep

Smoked cigarettes?

for a long ass time in middle school (if im bein real honest im going to pic it back up again probably)

Drank alcohol?

ya

Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

definetly not

Been overweight?

currently am

Been underweight?

when i was born

Gotten my heart broken?

plenty of times

Been to prom?

yes

Been in airplane?

oh yeah, i love flying

Learned another language?

took spanish for 10+ years and dont know a damned word of it 

Wore make up?

ye

Dyed my hair?

no but i really want to 

Had a surgery?

yes! some work on my ear after i fucked it up as a baby

Met someone famous?

a band called After Romeo 

Stalked someone on a social network?

i tend to go through social media when i find new accounts i like but its never stalkerish 

Been fishing?

got the license and everything

Been rejected by a crush?

yea, ive only ever had one crush where it panned out 

What do I want for birthday?

a binder 

Do I like my handwriting?

no

Where do I want to live when older?

idk, im praying i dont end up back in vegas

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

got caught reading awful porn once does that count

What I’m really bad at

ohh im really holding back on saying “everything” but if i had to choose wind instruments 

What my greatest achievments are

my art, my relationships, my baby handling skills

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

ill give you the second worse: “ well at least being a fattass made you bouncy”

What I’d do if I won in a lottery

buy a house, get a super crazy nice computer, give some money to the friends listed up earlier on the list and draw for all eternity 

What do I like about myself

my eyes and my good heart and my ability to fake good things

My closest Tumblr friend

oh definitely Fenton or @whyldkratts

Any question you’d like?

feel free to send in your own question! 

Are you outgoing or shy?

yes

What kind of people are you attracted to?

soft bellies, thick legs and hips, nice pecs, soft long hair, nice lips

Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

idk maybe? i hope so, yall can feel free to make the first move ;3

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

no, i actually like it! 

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

my buddy Cade

What does the most recent text that you sent say?

ok

What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Something I Need, Michel in the Bathroom, For Forever, Waving Through a Window, and Freeze Your Brain 

Do you like it when people play with your hair?

oh yes!! please play with my hair!!! ((and playing with OTHER peoples hair??? oh boy howdy dont even get me started!!!!))

Do you think there is life on other planets?

hell yes! 

Do you like bubble baths?

sure, no real pref either way

Do you like your neighbors?

NOPE

Where would you like to travel?

yes!

Favorite part of your daily routine?

sleep

What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

*sweats* yes?? (probably my boobs and stomach, also my arms)

What do you do when you wake up?

stare at the ceiling and mentally prepare myself for the day

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

darker, it lost a lot of melinin when i hit puberty for some reason??

Do you ever want to get married?

yes! even if its just a platonic life partner marriage! 

If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

yep

Would you rather live without TV or music?

telivision my man

Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

yep! one time it went to shit the other time it went fairly ok

What are your favorite stores to shop in?

target and hot topic

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

normally yes but you gotta kno when to get the hell away from certain folks

Do you smile at strangers?

sometimes

Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

OH yeaaah

Ever wished you were someone else?

every god damned day

Favourite makeup brand?

cheap 

Last thing you ate?

mashed potatoes

Ever won a competition? For what?

won a college science fair in middle school once 

Ever been in love?

im always in love

Facebook or Twitter?

twitter always (pst mines @emiglody95

Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr 

Are you watching tv right now?

no

What colour are your towels?

beige and brown 

Favourite ice cream flavour?

cookie dough or coffee 

First person you talked to today?

my mother or Ellie i can remember 

Last person you talked to today?

Pear or my day, again i cant remember 

Name a person you hate?

Prestly, Kevin, Zoe, Mike

Name a person you love?

hmm ive already listed a lot of people already so lets go with: Wilson

Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

remember Kevin from two asks ago? 

Do you tan a lot?

im outside a lot but my tan is mostly natural 

Have any pets?

my dog, Gus! 

Do you type fast?

yes actually!! 

Do you regret anything from your past?

im not lookin to type a paragraph so lets go with yes

Ever broken someone’s heart?

yeah,, 

Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

every day

Is cheating ever okay?

no, but if your partner got seriously fucked up and it was a total accident and you trust them then MAYBE you can reconsider not throwing their asses out

Do you believe in true love?

to an extent 

What your zodiac sign?

leo! 

Do you believe in ghosts?

id better ive seen three of ‘em

Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“ Its fine”, she said primly as she turned back to the trays of jewelry. 

#answered for me #hell yea love gettin these things

[tanzani-coil]

tagged bbys

Tagged by the wonderful @figment-fantasies​ <3

The Last: 1. Drink: coffee eyyy 2. Phone Call: my dad 3. Text message: my guy jakub bby 4. Song you listened to: sleepover by hayley kiyoko bc im trash 5. Time you cried: like. sometime last week when i was with quinn??? it might’ve been friday bc of a dumb outlander vs tumblr post i was just fuckin crying

Have You: 6. Dated someone twice: twice??? bitch i havent dated someone ONCE  7. Kissed someone and regretted it: haven’t had my first kiss yet!! <- same bby!!! 8. Been cheated on: No. they’d be dead if they did lmfao 9. Lost someone special: yah sucks bro 10. Been depressed: mate depressed is my entire personality 11: Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope not yet im hoping to get plastered w quinn one day List 3 Favorite Colors: 12. blue. like. baby blue or egg shell blue??? 13. black 14: white (my entire wardrobe is black n white monochromatic)

In the last year, have you… 15. Made new friends: @onelassieandherfandoms​ this asshole 16. Fallen out of love: nah like??? wasnt in love in the first place 17. Laughed until you cried: yES 18. Found out someone was talking about you: i mean. always 19. Met someone who changed you: i dont rly know??? i cant tell when i change 20. Found out who your friends are: eyyy yeah 21. Kissed someone on your FB list: gross

GENERAL: 22. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: this is???? so specific????? i mean most of them i still have like. perhaps 10-20 online friends on there i havent met up with yet so 23. Do you have any pets: never had any </3 always wanted a cat and a doggo but. parents hates animals so i gotta wait till i move out 24. Do you want to change your name: yah, my birth name is like. rly feminine and long and pretentious n ive been going by my nickname for the last 6 years so much that my birth name isnt rly??? i dont rly associate it with myself 25. What did you do for your last birthday: went out for a meal with my fam. dont have enough friends to rly do anything else lmfao 26. What time did you wake up: i mean i woke up at about 9ish, went back to sleep, woke up at about 11 again, then was on and off sleeping until 12:30 when i got up 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: homework bc my teachers live off my pain 28. Name something you can’t wait for: seeing quinn again, new skuldug book, new season of outlander, 29. When was the last time you saw your Mom: today 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my insistence on self isolation lmfao 31. What are you listening to right now: my mom jenna marbles trying to get one (1) kill on pubg 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yah 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: art block!!!! good fucking god i havent drawn anything in like. two months. and then after that i cant remember the last time i drew anything for me because i wanted to and not for homework smh 34. Most visited website: this hellsite 35. Mole/s: got loads of em on the side of my face, but thats the side of my face that my hair/fringe covers up so??? could be worse i guess 36. Mark/s: birth mark on my right shoulder which i love a bit too much, a round patch of darker skin on my deltoid(?) where i got shot with a paintball and it’s left a scar, a scar from a shaving cut on my kneecap, and like. the unfairly over-abundance of stretchmarks on my EVERYWHERE 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a horse 38. Hair color: dirty blonde and blonde 39. Long or short hair: longish??? covers my nips at this point 40. Do you have a crush on someone?: uh 41. What do you like about yourself: uh?????? 42. Piercings: none, they freak me out??? but if i were to get any, it’d have to be a helix(?) piercing. i’d fancy like. a thick ring piercing if that makes sense 43. Blood type: do i look as if i know 44: Nicknames: george, but thats only if ur close to me 45. Relationship status: single and lonely as fuck lmfao but thats probably best, im just not built for relationships 46. Zodiac: sagittarius 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV show(s): person of interest, orphan black, outlander, the 100, brooklyn nine nine, orange is the new black, rupauls drag race, 49. Tattoos: none yet, but i rly fancy “be brave” in EXACTLY the same font as the skulduggery books, on the inside of my right wrist 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: um>?? i mean not rly??  52. Hair dyed a different color: i haven’t yet, but i want like. a lighter blonde ombre??? bc my hair is lame as fuck and i want to do SOMETHING with it 53. Sports: omf no 54. Vacation: i went to majorca a couple of weeks back just as the heat wave fuckin hit (rip me) 55. Shoes: tesco converses or black boots 56. Eating: biscuis 57. Drinking: coffee, with water inbetween bc im thirsty as fuck 58. I’m about to: do :))))) homework :)))))) 59. Waiting for: school to start up again. if i have to do homework i wanna do it actually AT school bc i cant focus for shit at home, but i can get so much done with the school facilities so 60. Want: to see quinn again i miss her dumb face 61. Get married: i want to tbh but. not built for that sort of thing 62. Career: ahahahaha jesus fuck i have no fucking clue lets not go into this

WHICH IS BETTER: 63. Hugs or kisses: HUGS. I FUCKIN LIVE FOR HUGS 64. Lips or eyes: eyes 65. Shorter or taller: i mean???? depends on the person but typically taller 66. Older or younger: older 67. Nice arms or nice stomach: i????? 68. Sensitive or loud: man idk. both 69. Hook up or relationship: relationship bc im a sap 70. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant bc i have a crippling fear of authority

HAVE YOU EVER: 71. Kissed a stranger: nope 72. Drank hard liquor: nope 73. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 74. Turned someone down: nope. i’d be so lucky lmfao 75. Sex on first date: bitch i’ve never been on a date let alone 76. Broken someone’s heart: nope 77. Had your heart broken: ahahahahahahahahahahaha 78. Been arrested: nope 79. Cried when someone died: yep 80. Fallen for a friend: ahaha  hahahah  hahahahahahahahahahaha

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 81. Yourself: well someone fuckin has to 82. Miracles: i mean??? i’d believe it if i saw it 83. Love at first sight: i believe that you can have an instant connection or chemistry with someone which would then lead to love, but like. love at first sight has only rly ever applied to pretty emaciated people so 84. Santa Claus: nope 85. Kiss on the first date: i mean?? nah

OTHER: 86. Current best friend: i have like. three friends?? all of which i’d consider my best friend i think 87. Eye color: blue but with like. yellow on the inside??? which. having googled is apparently called central heterochromia  88. Favorite movie: oooo. probably spirit stallion of the cimarron 

i mean. all the people i would’ve tagged I think @figment-fantasies tagged anyway so like. have fun folks

#thank u for tagging me!!!! #tagged

[tonybconscious]

If I'm looking hella Phucked up today Hella Soft, Hella whatever... phuck it...let it be... I was on a couple of movies wit 'Pac, Spoke to him a few times, But Nip was alot closer to me This shit hit home... I'm phucked up and zoned out... Cant figure out my next move... Just know I gotta regroup... If you in LA, pull up and holla at me... If you Anywhere else, Dm, text or ring me... ------------------------' SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS AN "APRIL FOOLS JOKE GONE TOO FAR !!!" ------------------------- I'd be mad, but I could get ova it, in a year or two... I would love to go up to SLAUSON and see Nipsey and his fam The way it used to be... 😢😭😢😭😢😭😢😭😢😭😢😭 And the ancestors say, This too shall pass... But I dont know how fast !!! Ashe, Namaste TONY B. CONSCIOUS #nipseyhussle #rip #gonetoosoon #hiphopisdead #poetry #dedication #eulogy #blacktwitter #blacklove #blackartmatters #spokenword #themarathon #victorylap #leimertpark #sadness #tonybconscious #tonybconscious1 #tonybconsciouspoetry (at Leimert Park Village African Art & Music Festival) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvt0Zo1j9bI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=von6q00afh35

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[innerheadstories]

         Inside a the old warehouse that venom used for their hang out the normal hustel and bussel and laughing and talking of the gang was absent.  Tonight the only sound was the heavy metal beat of music and the chains swiniging back and forth and the sound of flesh coliding with leather. Xander was alone in the ware house alone with his thoughts and his music as he punched and kicked the 150lb bag. It sung from  the set up that had been rigged up for it. The old leather bag had been repaired so many times there was more tape and patches than orginal bag left but still it was fine. A light layer of sweat covered the black  panther as his fist collided with the bag agin and agin.          As he conutred to to breath heavily each breath exhaled as his fist collided with the bag and his inhales between his hits.        Lilly sighed as she walked in and Saw Xander over there beating on the old punching bag eveoone in the gang used. suprisingly none of them were around tonight not even the wolf pup warren was lurking about. Rubbing her light blond hair she watched him for a moment. His body really was a work of art. Xander and her  had a constant on angin off agin relationship. And she had been with him so many times and been around him for years but still anytimes he worked out or faught esipcially when he faught. She couldt help but watch him.  His muscles rippled and flexed with each movment. Weather he relised it or not his punches and kicks also coincided with the music it was like a grafull violent dance. And when he actully fought with music playing..ahh it was impossible to describe.  Finally she began walking over towrds him. Her golden fur stood out so boldly in the dim lighting as opposed to his that seemed to blend into the night. HEr tail swayed behind it the purple dyes end contrasting agest her fur. The Miniskirt with the radioctive symbol in blue gently fallowed the seductive sway of her hips as the tank top gripped tightily to her plump breaast and femini curves. The high heel boots that buckled up her leg clicked softly agest the floor as she apporched. She could see the moment he noticed her as his shouldered stiffened up as they did anytime someone approched him from the back. As he grabbed the bag to stop its swinging he turned to face her. His golden eyes focused on her and sent shivers threw her whole body. He smiled lightly a smile that didnt seem to reach his eyes "Hey hun" He said as he walked over to turn off the music. She frowned walking over to him she wrapped her arms around him from behind breathing in his scent even at a dirty factory and sweating he didnt smell bad....no he smelled ....Manily rugged....He smeeled of leather and steel and just a scent that seemed unigue to him. He stopped for a second before placing one hand over top of her hands wrapped around his stomach while his other hand turned the music off. "Your gonna get dirty hugging me before Iv cleaned up." She giggled "I dont care" She smilled implishly "Not the first time you made me dirty" She teased nipping his ear lightly.      He gave a light chuckle "Suppose not." Lilly frowned as she laid her head agest his broad shoulders . "So...." He raised a eyebrow looking over his shoulder at her "So....what?" He asked. She huffed lightly "Sooooo....Whats wrong" She asked as if he didnt know what she was getting at.       The panther smiled "Nothing" He told her even thought both of them knew he was liying . Lilly was one of the people that knew Xanders fine was a lie and one of the few who could call him out on it. She rolled her eyes . "You cant lie to me Xander slate" She told him "We know each other far to well for that." He smiled agin. "Hehe Ya I suppose your right." He rubbed his thumb over top of her hands she had wrapped around him. "Its nothing just not a good day." He told her. She kissed his shoulder gently as she let her fingers tangle with his own. "You wanna talk about it" She asked already knowing the awser before she even asked the question. If nothing eles Xander was a rock even when he let you in he would never show weakness he preffered to let others lean on him while he refused to lean on anyone. Pain tore threw Xanders chest as she asked if him a question he hated. How easy would it be to talk and let her in so she could help ease the pain of the day....but that wasnt him he refused to let it affect him. "No." He said simply She nodded "You wanna sit down with me and listen to music then." She asked She could feel him relax and nod "Sure that sounds better." She smiled as she gently released him and moved around to turn the music back on. While she leaned over to turn dial to somthing other than heavy metal she could feel Xander looking at her short skirt and she couldnt help giving her hips a little wiggle before brushing his nose with her tail "See somthing ya like there" He chuckled before rolling his eyes as he moved over and turned on the lamp next to the large sofa the gang would normally sit on before hopping over the back and leaning on the arm while he let one of his legs lay out on the couch. While Lilly put on a more soft rock station He looked over the back of the chouch as she walked over and hoped over much like he had but she settled in to laying agest him Her soft hair fanning out of his chest while she picked up his hands and lacing their fingers togther she gently wrapped his arms around her with a smile wiggling agest him making them both comfy.      As they lay there listnign to the music just enjoying laying with each other she could feel his body slowly relax and feel his gental hearbeat agest her head.  Xander had been dealing with the usual. People at school talking about him being nothing more than some rundown white trash someone who didnt belong to be there. OF course Xander Temper had gotten the better of him and he had grabbed the two men and beat them into the ground. Of course he found out to late that the two were both honnor students of the school and beating them had almost caused him to be expelled instead he was placed on acedmic probation for he next year. He had just gotten back from his hearing when he had found the warhouse to be abodoned witch ment the rest of the gang was propibly at a party. So since he had the place to himself he had worked out his anger and aggression the best way he knew..........well one of the best ways he knew.  Lilly rolled over in Xanders lap and looked up at him. Her emreld eyes shining as he looked down at her with his own golden gaze. "Yesss?" He asked her with the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the cornors of his mouth.      She smiled "Feeling better now." He smiled and nodded kissing her head. She smiled "Good" She rolled back over and sat up pushing herslef to her feet. He looked at her rasing a eyebrow. "Im tired of laying around  and I wanna have fun." She told him

#Xander. Lilly