#yourmostfevereddreams

[yourmostfevereddreams]

Looking around desperately for her clothes, Melissa sits up quickly and grabs at her head.

"Ouch."

What and how much had she had to drink? The odd ache between her thighs confirms that she had indeed slept with this man and hadn’t the good luck to make it out of here before he woke up.

Laying back down gingerly she puts her arm over her eyes and sighs loudly. She hadn’t wanted to come here to England in the first place and now look what she’d done. Had they even used protection? Had she enjoyed it? Her muttered good morning had been in a dream like state somewhere between sleep and awareness but now reality is setting in.

[xsinful---archive-blog]

Freddie gave a sniff before the full effect of his hangover could really start to affect him. His back ached. His head throbbed. Even his dick hurt, which probably meant he'd had a good night, but he couldn't remember anything past tequila shots at the bar. With most of the women he slept with, that was usually a good thing. But this one...whatever her name was, was actually good- looking. He wouldn't mind a round two. He could feel his heartbeat in his eyes as he rubbed them a bit, stiffly sitting up with a few pops from some joints he couldn't dis- tinguish. ❝...Well, I dunno abou' you, bu' I could go for some breakfast... Fuck, I think I'm still a bi' drunk. --- Where are my pants...?❞

[samcroxkiller]

"Obsession" (I feel so greedy with Happy)

Obsession:I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. (shhhhhh, don’t feel that way)

What was it about this woman? He knew he liked the way she looked but that one thing was what got him into this situation in the first place. It was just one beer and a few conversations that day for him to get a taste of what was to come. Now he found himself sneaking off to her house or constantly pulling her into his dorm any fucking chance he got. The sex was fucking great, addicting he had to admit but it wasn’t just that anymore, it was so much more.

Happy was happy with her in his bed, he was fine with her staying the night, or asking to sleepover, a privilege hardly any girl got, he’d wake up energized with her in his arms and feel shitty if she wasn’t there through the night. Fuck. He was getting a big ol’ bowl full of pussy whipped and he knew he’d never hear the last of it from his brothers; Happy never got pussy whipped, even over the hottest sweetbutts or crow eaters. They defiantly find a way to make him feel shitty for even feeling any sort of way for a girl, let alone one who hung around the club so often, one that knew his brothers well enough. Fuck, he was in trouble.

[samcroxkiller]

yourmostfevereddreams:

Since she’d come to Charming, Melissa had fallen into a strange but comfortable arrangement with the man lying in front of her. Without much forethought she leans forwards and rushes to leave a rather immature and silly mark on the back of Happy’s neck. It’s not anything she can remember having done before. When he asks her why she’s doing it, she hurries to make it darker before pulling away. Smiling at the hickey she takes a deep breath in and blows lightly on it before pushing her face between his shoulder blades and throwing her arm over him.

"Oh, I don’t know. Just adding something to my list of firsts."

Maybe he’ll end up pissed that she did it; she’s not sure if there’s someone else he’s seeing as well and never thought it was her place to ask. But if she were to be honest with herself she’d have to admit that she like the idea of something she did riding on his skin, even if it wasn’t permanent.

Pressing closer to him she says lowly, “Maybe it’s time for me to get my first tattoo. Would you go with me?”

Feeling the suction tighten at the back of his neck, Happy felt a slight smirk start to grow in his face; what in the hell, woman. All he could do really was shake his head at her actions, it wasn't bad and damn, it did feel kind of good. However, the second she blew at the mark was when the killer's body tingled with shivers, just what happened when the wetness of saliva was still on his skin. He kind of liked it.

Then the tightness of her body getting closer to his, pressing tightly against his own; it wasn't at all bad, he just never hugged women unless they were an item or if they were currently fucking in that moment. He thought of it as too personal for someone who wasn't an Ol' Lady and right now he wasn't sure of the feeling in his chest. Melissa was a regular sight, he saw her more than most woman; he liked her company over the sweetbutts and hanga'rounds. He liked being with her, sleeping next to her. Plus he liked his brothers knowing he had something going on with someone so damn hot. The thought never occurred to him she might want something more, and then her words interrupted his own thinking. "You want ink? Lika' crow?" 

The image of the woman bearing a crow in her skin, representing her ties with the club and it's members gave his chest another rush of feelings. Confusing the fuck out of him. He didn't get feeling like these, especially over a woman. "You get a crow n' people will start comin' after ya'..... not so good people," and that thought alone send Happy's mind in a panic. Melissa getting hurt? He wasn't fucking having that.

[juiceofanarchy]

[ WRONG # ]

[11:36PM] pretty sure those weren't sposed to go to me... but i'm not complaining.

[samcroxkiller]

dibs (ridiculous because we've gotten very few chances to rp but I love reading your rp with everyone!)

send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner ;

Fuck! I know, I’m so bad with replies but I swear to everything I’m having a great ass time with you in our thread. B]-Dogg

[youlook-kindof-fuckable-archive]

spit it out

30. Purple monkey dish washer.

"Purple monkey... dish washer. What the hell?" He reads the title of the book, why the fuck do people even read shit like that? He'd never understand.