extravagantly emotional

“I don’t have to do shit. I do it because I care about you and I want to take care of you. That’s what you do when you give a shit about someone the way I do about you, asshole.” Gregory nudged the boy then before throwing an arm around him. “No, you know good and well that I’m not counting booze because that’s not actually a meal. That a liquid that makes you more fucked up if you having had an actual meal.” He had already assumed that the other boy hadn’t eaten – he knew Carter well enough at least. “Alright, so the next question is; do you want me to make you something or would you rather go out and get something?” Gregory wasn’t entirely sure what was there for him to make, but he could figure something out if he had to. He always had been a rather resourceful guy – was forced to be really with his home life.

It wasn’t that Gregory had given Carter a reason to distrust him, but the words still sounded strange, as if someone were telling him the sky had turned green. He was a bit like a stray dog when it came to Gregory, hunched up and growling at any sudden movement and yet still willing to slink closer for a scrap of stray affection if properly coaxed. “Haven’t you ever heard of a liquid lunch?” Carter asked simply to be contrary. Gregory had a point, yes, but Carter was too used to being difficult to simply concede without at least a quip. “With my luck, I’d just end up getting in another fight. Let’s just stay here.” It wasn’t that Carter was afraid of getting into another fight, he wasn’t a coward that would turn tail and run, but he wanted a breather, a few moments of peace, and that’s what it felt like as he rested his weight against Gregory’s side. “You know you don’t have to feed me.” He said, fairly sure that statement was going to be ignored. 

This guy, he’s seen him around, knows about the record after looking him up. He’s cute, has a sort of bad-boy charm about him, that doesn’t stop the officer from tugging out his handcuffs. “Turn around boy, fight and I’ll have to use force.” He assures, the only warning he plans on giving. “Until you get cleared you are going to be coming down to the station with me for questioning.” 

"Are you fucking serious?” Carter spat out, defensiveness radiating from his pores. Part of him wanted to say that he wouldn’t have to fight if the guy could do his damn job and actually tell a guilty person from an innocent one, but he knew that wouldn’t do any good. “Look, you’re not fucking pinning this on me, did you even bother looking at anyone else?” Carter may steal things, but he didn’t destroy them, shouldn’t that count as something? Some kind of pattern of behavior?

His hand running over her smooth back made her tremble; it was supposed to be soothing but she was in the state of panic; recognizing the voice and confirming it was actually James didn’t bring her any peace as her mind couldn’t quite comprehend why he was doing what he was doing, but she knew it was wrong for him to take her like that. She cried out more and whimpered, not able to fully put together sentences and let them out, her mind torturing her and not letting her from the drugs he gave her before. “James…”she called out upon feeling him lift her hips higher, and as he penetrated her under the different angle, her pale hands grabbed onto the sheets under her as she gasped. “Please…. James –“she cried out softly; her pussy was dripping as her body responded to his actions yet she still wanted him to stop, she needed explanation but at the same time her tight inner walls slowly began to pulsate around his thick member.

“Nothing?” Bucky echoed in disbelief, brow furrowing slightly until Ian continued talking. Mine. There was no denying how attractive he found the man’s dominance and protectiveness. Quickly, he leaned forward and kissed Ian, hands gripping the front of the man’s shirt a little as he pulled away, a little of Ian’s blood covering his own lip. “Would you, uh, maybe be interested in skipping that last drink?”

“Hey, hey calm down. I was only teasing you.” Gregory reached out again then to cup the boy’s face before leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead. “Well he’s a fucking idiot then to talk to you that way. Besides, everyone should know that you are the most high-quality guy around here and if they fuck with you, they better be worthy of it. Kinda makes me want to find this guy and kick his ass again. Shit like that shouldn’t go punished by just one beating.” His hand fell back down to the boy’s side as he finally pulled away from his friend. He didn’t like hovering over Carter like some worried mother, but he also couldn’t deny the fact that he did care about the boy. So, when Carter came in with injuries and a story about some asshole, it was hard not to take it seriously and want to take care of him. “Have you eaten yet?”

Making a grumbling noise of complain, Carter didn’t actually pull away from either Gregory’s touch or the kiss to his forehead. It was strange to him how careful Gregory could be, but that didn’t mean he hated it - just that he didn’t know what to do about it. “You have to be kidding, right?” Carter said, raising an eyebrow and giving Gregory a disbelieving look. Carter knew who he was - a guy constantly getting into fights, a guy with a record for petty theft, a guy that couldn’t be trusted in a game of cards... the idea of him being ‘high-quality’ was definitely bullshit. Or teasing, to use Gregory’s language. “I don’t need you defending my honor,” He added in a mutter, pulling up a leg and hugging it against his chest in an unconscious gesture meant to make himself smaller, something that probably wouldn’t have happened with just anyone else. Carter’s usual reaction to things was to get offended, to become offensive, to fight and push back, but he didn’t have the energy for that anymore that night. “Nah, not yet,” He admitted. “You’re not counting booze as a meal, right?”

▒ ღ — CARINA CONTINUED LAPPING the frosting from his finger until it was clean, pulling away with a satisfied look on her face. “Do I?” she remarked with a playfulness in her eyes, fully sated but at the same time, feeling that low hum of arousal building once again. After all, the girl was known for being quite an insatiable creature. Moaning into the kiss, her tongue tangled with his for a seconds before she was pulling away and eyeing the cupcake once more. “Hmm–I like the sound of that,” she hummed in appreciation as she took the cupcake from him. Taking a small bite at it, she closed her eyes as another moan slipped past her lips with how good it tasted. She didn’t always indulge in carbs, but when she does, she couldn’t help but feel like she’s in heaven.  "Do you want some?“ she offered with a knowing gleam playing in her eyes, as she scooped some frosting on her finger.

*✧:･ﾟ❀  it felt as though all hope was gone for sadie. more often than not she did cry when he wasn’t home. blaming herself and being hard on herself did nothing to ease the stress that she felt. it wasn’t healthy and didn’t help, but she couldn’t stop it. god, she wanted to believe his words more than anything. to be able to take comfort in knowing that it would happen soon or later. however, things were very uncertain at this point and she didn’t know how she would be able to deal. “it feels like it shouldn’t be this hard, you know? people accidentally get pregnant all the time. it’s unfair that we are actively trying with no success.” the world was cruel in that sense. giving children to those who had no desire for them while leaving those who wanted children in the dust. all she could do was settle herself on to his lap and bury her face into his neck for comfort. “i know i will that’s why i want a child so bad.” she murmured as she held back those tears threatening to fall. “all those are expensive, james. even then they’re not for certain.” pressing her lips together, she was still willing to try. anything that gave her a shot at their dream. “i love you.” she sighed as she cupped his face in her small hands. his patience was overwhelming. especially when she knew he was just as eager as she was. “we are going to have that baby. we have to. this is meant to be for us, i can’t imagine any other outcome.” she wasn’t going to give up. not when she could picture herself pregnant with that growing bump. being happier than ever.

“Well that’s always good to know that you did more damage to the guy who thought he was your boyfriend than he did to you.” Teasing was how he made light of the situation, though honestly he was worried for his best friend. It wasn’t as if Gregory ever expected the other male to just stop getting into fights, but there was still a limit and he was starting to wonder if Carter was past sneaking up on that limit and instead rushing full speed ahead. “Maybe you should actually tell guys that you’re just hooking up with them when you’re just hooking up with them. I know it’s kind of awkward, but then you don’t have weird moments like this where they think you two are a thing and you know that you’re not.”

“Christ, it wasn’t like that,” Carter instantly denied, rolling his eyes and hating the fact they were still talking about it. He wanted the subject dropped, but Gregory was making him sound like some kind of goddamn abuser and that just made his stomach twist. “I hadn’t seen him in like a month, okay? He wanted to hook up, I said no, he said I fooled around on him, so who the fuck was I to think I was too good to fool around with him? It was all bullshit, can we drop this now?” Carter’s description of events was, shockingly enough, far politer than what the guy had actually said, but at least it should have given Gregory a general idea of how things had gone. 

Filipa tried to clear her thoughts and get a grasp of her situation and what was going on; she wished her mind was only messing with her, that she finally had lost her mind and went completely insane. But as he kept thrusting into her in hard, even movements, it all became more true and made panic rose inside of her; there was nothing but his grunts, her breathing that grew heavier and slapping of their skin that filled the room. She tried hard to recall what was she doing before, trying to remember the last thing before waking up here as she buried her face into the surface under her in a heavy gasp – last person she could remember she was with was James, but it couldn’t possibly be him, could it? Closing her eyes tightly, a few tears rolled from the corner of her eyes as she tried to reach behind her, coming in touch with the mans wrist of a hand that held her by the hips; she slowly began to wiggle but still felt too numb. “S-stop… don’t!”she begged in a low, barely coherent voice.

*✧:･ﾟ❀  this was james dream. what sadie promised him when they agreed to get married. she had made him wait long enough and she thought it would have been easy to get pregnant. with a healthy sex life like they had, it should have been. maybe it was foolish to wait as long as she had. she never thought it would be as difficult and stressful as it had become. it broke her heart. each time she disappointed him with another negative test. while it took some time to warm up to the idea of quitting her beloved job at the cafe, she couldn’t think of a life without a baby. “of course i’m stressing. it’s been months we’ve been trying and i don’t know what’s wrong. the doctor said it should have been easy, but it’s not.” a hand moved to run against her forehead. the pounding headache was getting to her and the frustration pouring out wasn’t helping either. “it just doesn’t make sense to me. we have sex every day. sometimes twice a day and yet nothing happens.” patience wasn’t always her best quality. she was a determined and ambitious girl that waiting around for the right time was pure torture. watery eyes glanced up at her husband as another sigh fell from her lips. “i just want to be a mother. i want to make you a father again. i want to make you happy.” her head fell into his chest. his warm embrace was the only thing that kept her sane in moments like this. “what else can we do?”

“Like I care what you think.” Diarmuid shot back, his hips grinding against Carter’s roughly and hands sliding into the blond’s hair to grip and tug. He only knew the blond because his sister was in his circle of friends and it had been a complete surprise to see Carter with another guy. He wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to get to fuck the guy he’d been lusting after since the first time he’d seen him, especially since he’d been certain the guy was straight or at least a top. “You’re gonna use this pretty mouth to get my dick nice and wet, then I’m gonna fuck you against this wall where anyone could walk along and see us.”

Athena was shaking, and she could feel every last water droplet trail down the curve of her body towards the floor. There were no guarantees with running to James, but it was all she knew how to do any longer. He’d protect her–she was sure of it. The red head let his name fall from her puckered lips as his strong arms encircled her and brought her into the safety of his chest. Small hands found a way to his neck, interlocking her fingers at the nape and holding on while balancing on her tip-toes to reach a semi-level height. The kiss that followed stripped her of the cold that had made its home within her bones and ignited a fire within her stomach that caused it to coil with desire as the licks of heat spread throughout her petite frame. “-What do you want me to call you?” She breathed against his ear lobe, teeth soon after applying pressure to the flesh as his hand found a claim upon her ass. Her frame went upwards willingly as she curled around his frame with his aid. Hands left his neck to capture his face between them and gifted him a kiss that lasted until her body demanded another breath. “-I only want to remember you and what you’ve done to me.” Athena whispered as her head fell backwards with the caress of his lips. He could release her from the pain and the ache that came with running from her ex. James was her safe place; even if she’d never run to him before.

“You’ve already called me James tonight,” He pointed out mildly, not wanting to push Athena when she already seemed so fragile. Or rather, he was willing to push her about certain things, but what she called him didn’t feel important enough to be a big concern right then. “You’re already used to calling me sir from work.” And he did enjoy hearing the sound of her voice calling him sir so respectfully, but that was work and what he planned on doing to Athena was far from professional, so maybe that didn’t work, either. “Or you could call me daddy.” His hand squeezed at the curve of her ass as he carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed, the sight of her spread out on his sheets already the making of a work of art in his opinion. “You need to be naked,” James told her as he ran his hands up her thighs, spreading her legs wider the higher up his touch went. “I don’t want you dressed again until you leave, I’m going to take care of you and make sure you’re comfortable in your skin.” That was one way to put it, anyway, and James knelt on the bed between Athena’s legs as his hands kept wandering up her damp clothes, squeezing at her tits before he leaned down to kiss her, thinking of all the sweet noises he’d pull from her lips soon. Pulling back once again, James took a step away and began working on the buttons of his shirt as he ordered, “Strip.”