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[aurascoral]

ⓘ 📄 ┈⵿۪۫۫۫🔓 D͟E͟R͟R͟Í͟͟T͟E͟T͟E͟ 𝖊𝖓 𝙼𝙸 ˳ ♬🌳

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[wetforsylus]

– sylus teaching you how to jerk him off  ༯ 

"pump your wrist quicker.. mm yes, good, goood."

you listen to him and move your wrist in a quicker movement, fingers sliding along his hard length, tightening at the tip and then slicking down to the bottom.

desperate whines fill the room, sylus was trying to hold himself back from not making too much noise but it was impossible when you were the one touching him.

"s' this right?" mocking innocence filled your sweet voice, staring up at him with batted lashes.

a broken moan left his lips and he nodded, scooting himself closer to you. long fingers fumbling on your arm, trying to guide you back to the pace he wanted.

"you're doing so good for me, hm? k-keep going.."

addicted by your touch, the warm sparks of your fingertips not listening to his guide and going in the pace you want just made him even closer to release.

"close?"

a chuckle left his lips and he shook his head, trying to deny that you were completely right.

and seconds before you could tease him any further he couldn't hold it in anymore.

[sturnlsstuff]

GETTING OFF ON CHRIS'S LAP. . .

— warnings: smut, titty sucking, making out, cursing, dry humping, english isn't my first language.

chris didn't necessarily understand what made you so needy out of sudden, but he was not complaining.

your fingers are digging into his shoulders, while you continue grinding down against the bulge in his sweatpants. the last ten minutes had been like heaven— what started as an innocent make out session, ended with you dry humping your boyfriend.

chris is kissing you passionately, one hand moving to tangle in your hair while the other one plays with your breast, your shirt thrown to the floor a few minutes ago, leaving your chest bare.

your breath hitches as chris pulls away from the kiss, and instead wraps his lips around your hardening nipple, his hands now on your hips. his erection presses against your clothed pussy, and you get lost in the feeling. the way your clit brushes perfectly against his tip causes you to moan, and tilt your head back in utter bliss.

he continues sucking gently on your nipple, eyes locked on the pleasure written all over your face, his hands moving to grab your ass, and pull you down harder onto his cock. he can feel how wet you are even through your clothes, and it's driving him insane.

"feels good, baby?" you look down at him as he speaks, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple. "using me like this?"

you nod immediately, eyebrows knitted together as the pleasure keeps building up in your lower belly. "s-so good..."

chris smirks, his hands tightening on your ass. he kisses his way over to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as he murmurs against your skin. "good girl... gettin' y'self off on my lap..."

his tongue moving around your nipple makes a shiver go straight to your core, a whimper falling from your lips. each time you grind on him, you're making these small, breathy noises that he loves.

your arms wrap around his shoulders, while pressing yourself down harder against him, the wetness starts leaking through your shorts onto his lap. a small growl leaves him at the realization of you dripping only for him.

he lifts his head, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his hips twitching upward uncontrollably. it's all sloppy and heated, your tongues dancing together as you continue rolling your hips against his clothed dick.

"gonna come?" he pulls back to look at you, the way your eyes are shut, your tits bouncing slightly with each movement, face all flushed and lips swollen from kisses. you looked so sexy, dry humping him like your life depended on it, and it only makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants. "gonna make a fuckin' mess on my lap from grindin' all over me like a little slut?"

"chris— mgh, fuck—" you let out a choked moan, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding your movements.

he's matching your pace perfectly, bucking his hips up each time you grind down, his orgasm building as he watches you with his bottom lip between his teeth.

at some point you open your eyes to look at him— at how hot he looked. you were holding it in almost the entire day, while you sat on the couch and watched him and his brothers recording a new youtube video in their kitchen earlier. you had to restrain yourself from ruining it and dragging chris into his bedroom. you didn't know why his outfit had such an effect on you, but after seeing him in that red tank top and backwards hat, with that goddamn bracelet on his wrist, you completely lost your mind. you couldn't wait to be alone with him— and finally, nick and matt left the house, leaving you two alone, and you just had to release the tension.

"holy shit—" another moan leaving your lips after noticing the way he looks at you. "so...close, chris–"

this nearly pushes him over the edge as well, his grip tightens as he watches you chase your orgasm, every roll of your hips perfectly grinding against his aching cock. when you press down harder, he lets out a groan that's almost a plea.

you were a desperate mess, noticing the growing wet stain on his sweatpants, and it only makes you clench around nothing, the pressure becoming too much.

"c'mon, pretty," he mutters against your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. "wanna see you cum just from rubbin' that needy pussy on me... you gonna do this f'me? hm?"

"oh— jesus..." his words send a shudder through you, your nails digging into his shoulders harder as you grind down, your clit rubbing against his cock just perfectly to make your orgasm crush over you, leaving you trembling on top of him. a final gasp leaves your mouth, your eyes rolling back as chris guides you when your hips stutter. your slick staining not only on your shorts, but on his sweatpants as well.

"thereee you go... so fuckin' hot, baby—" he groans loudly, watching you come undone on him, your wet heat pressing against his cock through the clothes. his eyes half-lidded as he takes in the sight of you like this, his favorite, the way your chest rises and falls rapidly. the friction and the sounds leaving your lips are enough to push him completely over the edge, in the last moment pulling down his sweatpants, just enough to free his leaking with pre-cum dick and wrap his hand around it.

you look down as he jerks off, his head tilting back against the couch, almost knocking his hat off his head. warm drops of cum bursts from his tip all over his hand and thighs, a moan of your name falling from his lips.

© sturnlsstuff

[fffruity]

⋆ ｡ ‧ ₊ ♱ ༺ 𓆩 ❦ i’m on the run with you

𝙼̲𝚈̲ 𝚂̲𝚆̲𝙴̲𝙴̲𝚃̲ 𝙻̲𝙾̲𝚅̲𝙴̲ ❦ 𓆪 ༻ ♱ ₊ ‧ ｡ ⋆

[eighties-goth-suicide-note]

what part of ":3" do you not get???? im OBSSESED with you!!

[rcvcgers]

Rotten Apples ❦.ׂ

chapter one: a new beginning

masterlist , series masterlist , ao3 link

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18+ MINORS DNI

pairing: caleb x non!mc reader

synopsis: you've always hated her. you live your life free from her and caleb. a stranger helps save you from a date gone wrong.

word count: 5.1k words

warnings: extreme loathing, kinda funny, kinda sad, a good mix of everything! mentions of death. not proofread!

author's note: hi! this is my first lads fic! it's lowkey a mess and is all over the place, but that's okay! i hope you all enjoy! <33 please feel free to comment! i love any & all feedback! <33

You never thought yourself to be a hateful person, but whenever you saw Caleb with her, your heart boiled. His smile was always the brightest with her. He always handed her the first water bottle after a run around the neighborhood. His eyes were always on her and not you during study hall. They shared giggles with one another and you were the last to know the joke as you filled out blank homework pages. Whenever she walked into a room, he jumped to her side and aided her with whatever it is she needed.

And she always needed something.

Your friendship with Caleb and the girl you deemed a she-devil blossomed from a young age, having been next-door neighbors with Josephine. You are older than her yet still a few months younger than Caleb, which meant that the two of you had to look out for her.

She was naive in many ways. She always trusts people too easily and is quick to help, not knowing that the world is cruel and is out to hurt her. It’s something you and Caleb bonded over; taking care of her was something you had in common with him alongside planes, absolutely loving apple pie, and always wanting to be the last one tagged during recess.

However, those childhood days have long passed and you’ve settled into a draining routine where you played a background character in someone else’s life.

When you and Caleb reached freshman year of high school, you were sure that he was going to ask you to be his date to the homecoming dance. Instead, you were surprised with the revelation that he was going to stay home and have a movie night with her since she wasn’t in high school yet.

Despite his compliments about your dress, he snuck back inside his house when you asked him if he needed a ride to the dance. She was waving him back inside in the background and he couldn’t have been happier to watch My Little Pony or whatever bullshit she had lined up.

You basked in his frequent compliments when he met you outside your home, when she wasn’t around. Caleb always knew what to say when you had a saddened frown on your face.

“Did James turn you down? I thought he liked you! You’re a catch!” Caleb’s warm words reached your ears and made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. At least he knew then that you were worthwhile. If only he wasn’t so blind to what you had to offer to him.

At least you had a year of high school alone with him. You two even shared a few classes together and had planned study nights to prepare for final exams! Huddled at the desk in his room, you could smell the sweet apple scent of his shampoo and were able to hear through raspiness of his chuckle right next to your ear.

It was fun until she came inside his room, claiming that she wanted to help you two study. That plan lasted for about ten minutes before she whined and complained that she wanted to watch her and Caleb’s favorite show. That night ended up with her snuggled into his side while he stroked her hair. You held the chip bowl, not by choice, and watched as your crush on the boy next door began to deteriorate.

When she finally joined your and Caleb’s high school, you bit your tongue and held back the deplorable comments that shuffled through your mind about his so called beloved. You even held back comments to your new friends about his relationship with her. You knew that if you ever said anything bad about her, he’d come to her defense and shun you for what you’ve said.

It never mattered how you felt. It didn’t matter if you were having a bad day or had just embarrassed yourself in front of your entire gym class when Becky threw a ball right at your face. His attention will forever be owned by her. You’ll never get to know how it feels to always be under his cautious gaze nor will you ever be a recipient of his charming smile.

Truth is, you used to be friends with them. The perpetual third wheel to all of their escapades and adventures. You used to be close to them but as time moved on, they grew closer together and you, well, just didn’t fit into their equation anymore. The funny thing is that they have no clue of their wrongdoing towards you nor did they realize that you had left their group entirely after months of sitting in your room, filled with nothing but discontent as you scrolled through their posted selfies together.

You thought you set yourself free from them. It’s better to watch from afar instead of up close, no? It spares you more heartbreak and it, very selfishly, keeps you away from her.

You can stay away from her smiles. Her laughter. The way her dark hair falls into the perfect messy bun while yours just looks plain erratic. Not to mention the way her hands always lingered on him while you watched, helpless from the other side of the lunch table.

And you can finally break free from that stupid nickname he has for her.

“Hey!” You hear a friend’s voice from over your shoulder. You turn and smile at them, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Are you ready for the game against the Rams tonight? I heard you’re starting!”

Before you can reply, you hear a thud behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you notice that Caleb leans against the metal lockers. His arms are crossed over his chest and he wears that stupidly charming  grin on his face.

“You have a game tonight? Why didn’t you tell us?” He asks. Her smile falters.

Us. That damned word.

“It’s not a big deal,” you shrug, placing your leftover books inside the locker. “You two are usually busy anyways doing…whatever…so it wouldn’t have mattered if you knew or not.”

Okay, maybe there is some venom in your tone and malice in the way you throw your books into your locker. To be fair, you’re so fed up with them ghosting you and never showing up to your games that you can’t help but let some of your anger out.

“Woah!” Caleb pushes off the locker and holds his hands in the air. You roll your eyes and slam the locker shut, walking away. He quickly follows and matches your hellish pace. “What’s wrong? You’ve been so distant lately. Me and—”

“Don’t,” you bark. The two of you pause in the middle of the hallway, your eyes locked on his in a heated glare. “How long do you think it’s been since I’ve hung out with you two?”

A look of confusion flashes across his face. You have to stop yourself from looking at the way his face scrunches up, the way his tongue pokes about between his lips while he thinks.

“Hm…like a month?” Caleb’s words are genuine, you know that, but it shatters your heart to know that he doesn’t even realize it’s almost been a year since you two hung out, let alone were in a room together.

“A month?!” You scoff and look away. A laugh filled with disdain and shock escapes your lips. Your hands drop to your side, tightly balled into fists, as anger washes throughout your body. “Caleb, be real with me right now. Do you truly think it’s been a month?”

You want to give him a chance to redeem himself, for him to own up to the mistake he’s made. Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

“I do, yes…” he wearily says. Your nostrils flare, cheeks heating with irritation.

“Hey guys!” Her cheerful tone scratches the inside of your brain. You sharply inhale and close your eyes just to open them to the side of her attaching herself to his side. “Are you okay? You look angry,” she remarks and gently places her hand on your shoulder. You immediately slap it away. The tips of your fingers tingle from the smack.

“Hey! What was that for?” Caleb steps in front of her, pushing the teen girl behind him.

You cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing up at Caleb, who guards her from you.

“Just fuck off and leave me alone!” You snap, pushing past them, your shoulder bumping into Caleb’s bicep. 

“Wait!” Caleb’s voice rings in your ears. A flash of hope makes your heart flutter.

Is he going to chase after you? Will he finally ditch her and see how you’re feeling for a change? Will the old Caleb come back, the one that actually cared about you and your feelings?

Your feet hesitate, pace drastically slowly, still in earshot of the other two’s conversation. You can hear his footsteps coming after you, going from slow to quick, but they suddenly stop.

“She isn’t worth it, Caleb,” her voice shoots any semblance of hope you felt, ripping your heart into shreds. “She’s so mean…she doesn’t deserve your care.”

The hallway in front of you turns glossy. You use the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that brew in your eyes. Your once reluctant pace hastens and you disappear down the hallway, becoming just another face in the crowd.

The year passed and you graduated with a new group of friends; friends that welcomed and invited you with open arms. Your camera roll was no longer sad, filled with empty selfies with her and Caleb not paying attention in the background, shifting to group photos and friends completing the other side of your hand heart. It filled your heart with the joy and happiness that your previous friendships lacked.

And most importantly of all: you were completely over Caleb and didn’t have to spend any more time around her. It’s a relief for you, really, and you’re able to go to the college of your dreams and pursue the career you wanted. 

The saddened memories no longer pained you. They no longer dug into your skin. Instead, you planted them into the soil of your mind, using the special fertilizer (the special ingredient being resent), and grew from them.

So what if they wronged you? You were now free and didn’t owe either of them a damn thing! That is, until Caleb died.

The news nearly broke you. Your mother informed you of the news when you came home for a visit. You were on a much needed break from work and were looking for a chance to relax. Your time of relaxation was quickly turned inside out.

You became a shell of yourself, the last memory of Caleb haunting your mind as you holed up in bed, covers covering the entirety of your body with a small hole for clean and cool breathing air. Your cheeks became perpetually stained with tears, becoming sticky in your sleep before the cycle started all over again.

The day of his funeral was unnecessarily rough. Your mother had to drag you out of bed and help you into the shower, the hot water turning cold from the amount of time you stood there. Once you stepped out, body trembling from the cold air, you stared at the black dress that was laid out across your bed.

It was simple. It stopped mid-thigh and the sleeves ran long down your arms. You paired it nicely with tights from high school, a pair that Caleb complimented you on, and a pair of simple booties.

She was the center of attention, of course, there was no doubt about that. The ache in your chest left you feeling conflicted. She sat alone, head hung low, as people walked by, chuckling as if they weren’t at a funeral reception.

You almost felt bad for her and the way her mascara streaked down her cheeks. She clung to a piece of metal in her hand, occasionally bringing it up to her lips to kiss it.

The distance between the two of you felt like a game of cat and mouse. She took one step forward, you took one back. She entered the hallway you found recluse in, you made sure that there was room in the closet for you to hide in.

You thought that you were able to slip out unnoticed until she called out your name.

“Hi…” your voice falls off. Her fists are balled at her sides, knuckles white.

“What are you doing here?” Her words are sharp, effortlessly slicing into you. “I thought you hated him.”

“I could never hate him…” the words barely come out, just above a meek whisper. She doesn’t say anything else. All she does is stare at you with her heartbroken expression, eyes strained and red from the sobs she let out earlier.

A part of your heart broke for her. The other part remained emotionless, knowing how she tormented you in your younger years by dangling Caleb in front of your face. It tormented you to know that you could still hold a sliver of resentment in your heart for something that happened so long ago. You quietly left, leaving her alone in the hallway, disappearing behind a familiar turn.

A year passes. The hatred you held in your heart has dissipated. You’ve watered the flowers you planted in your mind and the petals read off messages of forgiveness and second chances, even though you made sure to never run into her ever again.

Some people can forgive and forget, but you’ll be sure to forgive and keep a distance.

Skyhaven isn’t too bad of a home. Sure, there’s barely any trace of organic life throughout the city, except for the token tree the mayor decided to add about two months ago, but it’s a nice place to live. You’ve made yourself comfortable. The nightlife is great and the rain is even better. You even made some friends at your job and have gone out on a date or two with a guy who is very attentive.

But none of them are Caleb.

You stare at yourself in the cafe mirror, shaking your head. You fix your disheveled hair, wondering how you managed to spend the last ten minutes digging up the past when you’re on a date with a very cute guy. You bite your lip and tweak the last details of your outfit, flattening out a wrinkle in your skirt.

Pushing the bathroom door open, you glide down the hallway, smiling at the other customers who pass by. You can finally go back to…what’s his name again?

Jared? Clyde? Marc, who always emphasizes that there’s a ‘C’ at the end of his name instead of a ‘K’?

You clap your hands together when the name comes back to you. He jumps in his seat, his eyes closing in on you when you sit down. His smile is a little too goofy, missing out on any kind of charm that he can capitalize on, and you can’t help but watch out of the lower half of your vision as he itches his crotch.

“Thanks for waiting for me, George,” a warm smile spreads across your lips. He matches it and leans forward, pushing a colorful mug in your direction. You watch it closely before drawing it closer to you. You don’t take a sip, though, instead letting the whipped cream on top of the coffee melt. You sigh.

You don’t even liked whipped cream on your coffee. You know who would have remembered that?

“It was no problem at all!” George proudly proclaims. His chair scraps across the wooden floor. He inches closer and closer towards you in an attempt to close the distance but you scoot away from him, keeping a pleased smile on your face.

“So, what were you saying you do for a job?” Your question goes straight to his head. Gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you refrain from interrupting him about his long ramble about how he works as a “video game consultant” at a local game store.

The conversation is so painful to sit through. You glance between his beady gaze and the clock on the wall behind him. The ticking hands somehow move slower when he dives into his day to day routine. Maybe the whipped cream isn’t as bad as you previously thought.

An hour goes by and you have barely been able to get a word in. Mugs form into a half-circle in front of you. Your leg bounces up and down, hands jittery. Even your blinking is rapid as you solely stare at the clock.

“That’s enough about me. Tell me about yourself,” George grabs his glass. He ordered a cream soda at the beginning of the date but the cream separated from the colorful soda water, forming into chunky clouds.

“You know what,” you breathe out in a laugh, signaling over your shoulder to the door, “it’s getting late. I have an early start tomorrow so I should get going.” You stand from the chair and snatch your tiny purse from the seat beside you.

The cafe is practically empty now and the sun has set hours ago. You rush towards the exit, the route to the door feeling like it never ends as Greg — oh shit, George! — chases after you. 

The Skyhaven night is nice and crisp. The rain isn’t as hard tonight, just a mere sprinkle, and you rush out into the open, taking a deep breath. The chilled air fills your burning lungs and you’re able to breathe again, that is, until George grabs your hand. You gasp and snatch it back from him.

The raindrops lightly kiss your face but George’s sickening smile makes you want to hurl. He creeps towards you, the moon shining just bright enough for you to see the darkness form in his eyes.

“I have to get home, George!” You nervously chuckle, turning away. You rush towards the nearest bus stop, knowing that there will be other people there to take refuge with. George doesn’t let up though and his movements become more primal and animalistic as the seconds tick by.

“Come on, sweetheart,” George beckons from behind. You can hear his ragged breath from behind you grow close. You brace your body for impact…but nothing comes. Instead, you hear a struggle from behind. You swirl on your heels and stare at the scene behind you.

A tall man pushes George away from you. The moonlight reflects off of the shine of his coat, the top of his hat deflecting the light raindrops. You stagger backward, heart racing inside your chest, as George crumbles to the ground, a blur of red, grey, and blue pushing down on the man.

“She said she’s going home,” the voice growls. It itches the back of your mind, calling to you like a faint memory. “Leave. Or I’ll crush you right here and now.”

The voice beckons to you from the back of your mind, putting it at ease. The voice calls out your name followed by a throaty chuckle. It asks you how you’re doing, if you need help with that week’s math homework. You can also hear his voice apologize to you for forgetting about your plans to go to the movies with your group of friends, making some excuse that she got locked in the attic and needed rescuing.

The moonlight turns dark, the floating rock covered by a cloud, as the figure slowly approaches you. The once soft droplets of rain evolve into hardened projectiles, the wind picking up from all around you. With the weather matching your quickly escalating mood, you march through the rain, the phantom chasing after you.

“Hey! You’re getting soaked!” His voice calls from behind. You pay no attention to it.

The voice sounds exactly like a dead man! A person who is resting in peace six feet under and couldn’t possibly be here in Skyhaven.

You reach the bus stop and hide under the small covering, the rain pounding against the top, rolling off the sides. You hold your arms to yourself and your teeth clatter on the inside of your mouth. You have to tell yourself to not look at the man beside you.

Stranger danger, after all.

“Why are you ignoring me?” The man asks. It’s just the two of you at the bus stop. The stop’s light flickers, adding to the already ominous feeling that forms deep inside your chest. You hug your arms to your body, providing the only warmth in this cold night. “Oh, I get it. You’re mad at me.”

“I don’t even know who you are!” You retort rather quickly, finally looking up at the man.

You gasp and stumble backward. He quickly reaches for you, his large, warm hands gripping your waist, stabilizing you.

He looks down at you with an irresistible and charming smile. His purple eyes seem to glow under the dim lighting. He wears a black and orange rain jacket, black baseball cap sitting on his head. He cocks his head to the side, gaze drifting to memorize your face.

Nausea sweeps over your body. You tear your gaze off of the phantom before you. The cold air pricks the inside of your lungs, rapidly moving in and out of your system.

This can’t be real, right? He cannot possibly be standing in front of you, alive and well, with that damn smile on his face. A single tear rolls down your cheek, your lips parted. Your breath flows out of your mouth in gentle plumes of steam.

“Caleb?” Your voice falters. He chuckles, smoothing down your frizzy hair.

“The one and only! C’mon, you can say it: you missed me!”

You reach out, grabbing his arms, squeezing him. His brows furrow, eyes training themselves on your hands as you poke and prod various parts of his body. You grab his cheeks, pulling on them before squishing his face. He gently takes your hands into his, moving your hands away from his face.

“You done yet?”

“You’re alive!”

“I am well aware of that, yes.” His laugh fills your ears and your heart swells.

Even after all these years of forgetting Caleb, you still end up swooning for him the moment he saves you from Landon.

Or was it David? Eh. It doesn’t really matter.

“How…what…” you stammer, unable to form a cohesive and coherent sentence. Caleb sighs and takes your hand. He flattens your palm against his chest.

How heartbeat is slow and steady…it’s there. You gasp, bottom lip trembling, legs slowly becoming jelly.

Tears freely flow down your face as the realization of his existence sets in.

He’s alive.

He’s here.

He’s breathing.

His last memory of you isn’t you ending your friendship and avoiding him for the rest of your senior year of high school.

You collapse to your knees, hand digging into your chest. A sharp pain slices into your chest as your fingernails dig into your skin in an attempt to grab your heart and to scream at it to calm down. The pounds from your heart makes your ears ring, drowning out the endless pitter patter of rain. Even your lungs feel as if they are on fire, unable to suck in and inhale the oxygen that you need to survive.

Your eyes open and Caleb’s face is right in front of yours. You can hear him speak but cannot make out a single word that he says. He gently helps you back to your feet.

“Take it easy,” his words seep through the sound of your heartbeat, “breathe.”

His hand slides to the back of your neck, warming your body, and his thumb gently grazes the side of your neck. You inhale through your nose, holding it for a few seconds before slowly exhaling until all of the air is out of your lungs.

“Does she know?” the question pops out of your mouth before you can stop it.

How could you even ask that at a time like this? You should be seeing if he’s okay! If he’s in any sort of trouble that you can help get him out of.

Did he fake his death? Has he been alive this whole time? When was he going to come see you?

Caleb sharply inhales through gritted teeth, pulling away from your face. You watch him closely, bottom lip trembling.

You know. You know the answer.

Of course she knew before you! She is his beloved, the one person he will spend the rest of his life with. It’s laughable to even think that you stood a chance against her.

“Actually,” you interrupt him, covering his mouth, “don’t answer that. I really don’t want to know.” Even though every fiber of your being screamed blood murder at you to figure it out.

Is he dating her? Has he ditched her for good? HAs Caleb finally come to the realization that she isn’t some angel that came down from the heavens.

His purple eyes blink at you, perplexed by your actions. Caleb speaks into your hand but his voice is a mere muffle. You sigh and look out at the pouring rain.

You need to get home.

You need to get home and get away from him.

You need to relieve yourself of any memory, item, or scent that can remind you of him because, well, he clearly isn’t yours to have.

If you stay any longer, you’re going to end up crying in the rain, unloading all of your emotions onto him. And Caleb, who has risen from dead, doesn’t deserve to hear any of it. He’s innocent in all of this and no matter how angry and resentful you can feel towards him, you’ll never be able to hold it against him.

“Get home safe, Caleb,” you breathe the words out, slowly releasing your hand from his mouth.

You push away from him and bare the thundering rain on your own, hugging your jacket to your body. You sprint across the street, desperately needing to get away from him.

Caleb watches you with wide eyes, captivated by the woman you’ve become.

You’ve lost all the baby fat in your cheeks. Your hair is longer and is styled to perfection.

You’re bolder. Funnier, even, whether it’s intentional or not. Caleb laughed at your jokes in the cafe, particularly the ones that George didn’t find funny.

Whatever. He’s an idiot.

He heard your laugh from inside the cafe and got drunk off of it. He found himself smiling wider than he has before in the past year.

You took his mind off of his stressful job, which he just came back from, and relaxed his body. He didn’t think about how ling he stayed in that damned tunnel nor did he think about his connections with Ever.

Your laugh turned off the fight or flight switch that perpetually stayed on inside his head. It did pain him, though, to know that you were out with other guys. This George fellow is not your match. He’s a Sul-indulgent prick who only talks about himself.

And what the fuck is a video game consultant anyways?

His job is nothing compared to being a Colonel in the Farspace Fleet. You’ll surely be impressed with that.

You did always say you loved a man in a uniform.

His purple eyes flicker with excitement. He steps out into the rain and follows in your exact footsteps. Once he’s across the street, he turns around and stares at the cafe you two once sat in.

She walks out with her friends, umbrellas covering their heads. They smile and laugh with one another, teasing as thunder booms in the background. He chuckles at their umbrellas but his smile quickly fades when he realizes that you didn’t have one.

Silly girl. Now he has to check in on you and make for sure that you don’t catch a cold.

His gaze drifts to her but the spark he once felt isn’t there anymore. She’s…boring now. Caleb tilts his head back and laughs.

How could he have been so blind?

His focus has been on her all along but you…you are something else.

Captivating. Intoxicating. Enchanting. Hilarious. Fascinating.

Your fruity perfume formed a tent in his pants. Have you always smelled like apples and cinnamon? You encapsulate an autumn evening. Suddenly, he loves it when the leaves change colors and fall from the trees. He’ll never let you fall ever again.

Caleb doesn’t know how he let you slip through his fingers so many times. You live in Skyhaven, too, right under his nose. He should have found you sooner.

He should have gone with you to the homecoming dance. He regrets not watching you during the countless games you’ve invited him to. He should have closed the door in her face when she petered you two when you needed to study for the math exam. It was never your best subject. Lucky, he excelled in it.

And he should have fucking gone after you when you told him to fuck off all those years ago.

But now?

Now Caleb’s going to take back the time he missed out on. Surely, you’d feel the same way when he comes back? After all, he does know where you live now.

Six floors up. The fourth room from the left. You have a stained glass butterfly hanging in your window. He’ll see it up close soon enough.

He stands outside your apartment building with a bright smile on his face, staring up at your bedroom. He can see you move throughout the living room, your shadow painted against the far wall. His eyes follow as you slip into your bedroom. You look out the window.

What are you looking at? I’m here. Show me anything. Give me the signal I need to come and save you.

You turn on a lamp. The light points up to the butterfly, illuminating the blue and orange colors from the glass.

You’re so thoughtful.

How did you know those are his favorite colors?

Caleb chuckles to himself, shaking his head. His feet carry him to the entrance of your apartment building, just barely sneaking in as a couple leaves. He thanks them and sneaks to an elevator, stepping inside as he presses the button to your floor.

Thank you for the signal, he thinks to himself, I’ll be there soon.

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[nu11lar]

he would be the type of person to go wayy too far into fucking you, wether it will be during a dinner gathering or... in the balcony. he would either have your stomach pressed against the cold railings or make you hold onto them while he abuses your sopping hole from behind. it doesn't matter if it's too risky, embarrassing, or humiliating, he would not care. not even a single bit.

it will turn him even more on if someone across the apartment building is also out in the balcony, having the chance for the person to see just two people making love at night in the balcony, now that's some murda b shit.

he'll press his chest against your back and place his hands ontop of yours, keeping you still. his lips inches closer to the shell of your ear as his hot breath fans over it. you're practically begging him to slow down and do this somewhere else but he refuses, he just wants to show the world what kind of slut you are for your boyfriend/fiancé.

"hm? you're sayin' that this is embarrassing? then how come you're creaming all over my dick and tightening around me huh? silly girl, you're enjoying this."

"tsk, tsk, what a whore. you enjoy being watched by the people across from us while i fuck you dumb eh? i should do this more- fuck- more often.."

he just loves to humiliate you, doesn't he?

🦢 ㅡ GOJO SATORU, TOJI FUSHIGURO, geto suguru, RAN HAITANI, HANMA SHUJI, manjiro "mikey" sano, izana kurokawa, scaramouche, CHILDE, wriothesley, hobie brown, DAZAI OSAMU, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, fyodor dostoevsky, NIKOLAI GOGOL, sanemi shinazugawa, DOUMA, + any of your faves !

[suksatoru]

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

REHAB!TOUYA X READER

The former villain known as 'Dabi' is now your patient. On the road to recovery, you're charged with nursing him and his broken heart back to health.

carnations symbolize new beginnings, grief, and love. ❦

ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱr ᥆ᥒᥱ ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ωⱺ ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝗋𝖾𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿ⱺυ𝗋 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀ɦ𝗍 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𐓣𝗂𐓣𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾ᥣ𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ω𝖾ᥣ𝗏𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿ⱺυ𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱr ᥱіgһ𝗍ᥱᥱᥒ ❦ ᥴᥲrᥒᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥒ᥆𝗍іᥴᥱ :)

[fintacowgirl]

praying 🙏

[pr33tyinpink]

୨୧ - pink baby princess / sabrina carpenter

sum: in which…you have sloppy sex with your girly girl girlfriend

pairings: sabrina carpenter x gn!amab!reader

warnings: 18+ CONTENT AHEAD!! please read at your own discretion. smutty smut. sloppy sex (runny mascara and smeared lipstick). lowkey a size kink if you squint since sab is short. softdom!reader. sub!sabrina. tummy bulge kink. creampie. use of praise. dirty talk. use of pet names (princess, love, sweetheart, and baby). reader also refers sab as ‘angel.’ and use of vulgar language

wc: 541

your hands grip tight on the soft flesh of sabrina’s thighs as you pound into her, the force of your thrusts causing the headboard to slam against the wall repeatedly. you couldn’t help it, you loved seeing her like this. all drunk on your cock, mascara running down her cheeks, and her light pink lipstick smudged across her lips.

she was a complete mess. your mess.

“so fuckin’ tight f’me, yeah?” a small groan leaves your lips as you look down, watching the outline of the tip of your cock appear in and out of her stomach. “fuck, ya feel me angel?”

sabrina only just cries out, a string of incoherent moans tumbling from her full lips before she nods. that only made you smirk even more—god, you were so fucking full of yourself.

but, that’s what having the sabrina carpenter underneath you. especially like this.

“oh, look at my sweet girl…takin’ me so pretty, angel.” you breathe out, thumb gliding across her aching clit. you knew what made her crazy, and you always took that to advantage. you loved making her feel amazing.

sabrina bites down on her bottom lip, looking up at you as she guides your free hand back to her needy nub. your thumb teases in circles as you fuck her silly, wet flesh slapping noises filling the room.

“mmm, fuuuckk...“ she throws her head back against the pillow, tightening her legs around your waist as you pump into her—easing the torture to her clit.

you could feel yourself twitching and throbbing inside her as she flutters around you, legs slightly shaking from the immense pleasure coursing through her body. you wanted to cum, but you needed this to last. you needed to hear those pretty little sounds slip from her lips, feel her dripping cunt grip your cock like a vice.

“such a pretty princess…” your grip on her hips tighten, pushing yourself forward to go deeper. sabrina’s eyes roll back in pleasure as you fill her up perfectly, her sweet arousal dripping down her thighs.

it was uncontrollable, seeing her like this. your body felt light, feeling like your stomach was tied up in a knot, and it was tightening every passing moment. you could feel sabrina clamp around you, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

“shit!” she cries out, riding the waves of her intense climax as she looks up at you with those damn puppy dog eyes she always got when she came. it was obvious, she knew what she was doing. just like you, she knew what drove you over the edge.

a few more deep and hard strokes was all it took before you slam your hips against hers, ropes of hot cum spurting from the swollen tip. you collapsed next to her, pulling out to watch the mixture of semen spill from her freshly fucked hole.

your girlfriend sighs, pressing her small sweat slicked body against yours. her delicate and slender fingers trace random patterns down your bare chest as she looks up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her smudged lips.

“next time make sure you go harder.” she whispers with a giggle, resting her head on your chest.

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[amorwrld]

trouble after a while - javier peña

-> summary: almost three years after javier leaves cali, he returns to bogota for a visit. what he doesn’t expect is to see you, in the open, sun kissed and holding a tiny child’s hand…

-> word count: 4k this is part one out of two!

-> (tags and warnings): spanish translations will be in parentheses at end of paragraph, flashbacks with be in bold and italics, uses of y/n, pregnancy related talks, some minor violence, uses of faint language, reader is and lives in colombia, pregnancy trope, angst and fluff, small insecurity, cigarettes and alcohol, if i missed any let me know! pls reblog, and give us author’s feedback! ❤︎

-> (credits): all pictures from pinterest!

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“congratulations peña! it’s good to have you back!” javier offered a small smile shaking a old friends hand as he passed the exit doors from the u.s. embassy. while he no longer worked there, he still needed verification and safety from them. 

his reputation was still something a few didn’t forget in colombia. from escobar to taking down the cali cartel, he was involved in the good and bad. saw the real good up close and also the fucking bad from colombia. they were ruthless but nonetheless it got him the credentials one way or another. 

colombia was always a rough and rocky topic for javier. it didn’t start well, and it wasn’t a pleasant journey through the years. the focus for him was to get the job done, no matter how clean or dirty it got to. and that’s what keeps him up at night. 

javier had arrived early around 7am to bogota, he had left laredo late the night before and took a red eye flight to colombia. carrying a small suitcase and his infamous briefcase that he never left behind. he was exhausted and needed a cigarette before his nerves combusted. the rush of the familiar humidity, the smell, the people, it was a fever rush that he didn’t anticipate so soon. 

javier looks down at his watch, just around noon. he sees old cars and motorcycles pass by, a few people walking or others joining each other in waves of laughter as they converse. he fixes his suit and walks down the familiar path to the market he once and always visited when he was here with steve. 

he was here for a week max, needed for aid and help for a small mission that would take place just outside bogota. they needed his knowledge and strength, and javier couldn’t resist saying no. he never said no, no matter the consequences it left behind. 

“javier! mijo! pero mira que guapo estás!” margarita, an old lady whom he knows, recognized him almost immediately. javier leaned down, hugging her tight, appreciating the warmth and motherly love she had. “como está? porque estás aquí?” (darling! look how handsome you are! how are you? how come you’re here?)

“estoy muy bien margarita! vengo por una semana a hacer un pequeño trabajo fuera de la ciudad, me necesitaban aquí, y aquí estoy,” javier explained, margarita holding his middle as she looked at him proudly and happily. “y usted? como está, se mira bella y elegante como siempre,” javier winked at her, seeing her cheeks grow pink as she stuttered. (i am doing well, margarita! i’m here for a week to do a small job just outside the city, they needed me so here i am. and you? how are you doing? you look beautiful and elegant as always) 

“como siempre javi, viviendo la vida y estar en mi tiendita, ahorrando plata para mi muchacho porque pronto se gradúa y va ir a la universidad!” javier listened attentively, nodding along as margarita spoke about her life over the past years. she made him feel welcomed, and he loved to hear her small stories. she offered him fruits and a few empanadas for later in the evening, gushing over and over at how she was delighted to see him again. (like always javi, living the life and being here in my store, saving money because my son graduates soon and he will attend uni!)

after promising her he would comeback, he made a quick few stops for a few items. a toothbrush that he had forgotten, some 3in1 bottle of shampoo conditioner and body wash, a few cases of waters, a needed pack of cigarettes and a rich old bottle of whiskey. “will that be all?” the cashier asked, javier nodded handing him the cash as he picked up the brown bag and walked off. 

he looked around at the familiar apartments he once stayed in, a quick race in his pulse as he walked into his temporary home, and set down the stuff. the ac air was still the same, new and more modern furniture then the one he used to have, new wallpaper, and better functioning appliances. he unloaded everything he had just bought and returned back to the rental car for his personal bags, throwing them into his room not caring. 

he sat on the couch grumpy, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up, inhaling a huge amount before exhaling. he looked out the window, the skies now orange and golden colored, his fingers brushed his forehead where a small layer of sweat covered his skin, already knowing that it was a bad idea coming back here. 

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“mateo porfavor! ven acá porque ya vamos tarde,” you slightly raised your voice at your moody toddler, who stomped his little foot and pouted. “si te apuras pasamos comprando un helado,” you offered, seeing his little legs run into your arms. you laughed and kissed his head fixing the curls he had and put his shoes on. (mateo please! come here because we’re already running late! if you hurry we can get a ice cream.) 

you packed your purse with your wallet and gum, enough diapers and baby wipes, a change of clothes, and plenty of water and snacks for him, throwing in a small bottle of medicine just incase. you didn’t care how heavy your bag was, you were a first time mom and you wanted to be prepared for anything that could happened. you quickly placed your heeled sandals on, grabbing mateo’s hand and locked the door to your house. 

the immediate colombian humid air hit your skin, your beige sundress flowing around and hair going everywhere as you walked to mateo’s daycare. he would only be there for a few hours during when you worked. not trusting anyone or any other places with him. you had seen and experienced the bad things and you never wanted your baby to go and experience the same. 

for him to walk around with fear everywhere he went, to be unable to look at people or even trust them for their actions or words, for his heart to race when he heard familiar sounds and cries for help. your brushed the bad memories away, greeting the front desk receptionist and saying goodbye to mateo. “te prometo que cuando regrese, vamos por un helado en donde margarita. te amo mucho mucho bebé,” you say to him, mateo’s brown eyes looking into yours with a hint of sadness knowing you were leaving him. but he somehow always managed and understood. your smart baby. (i promise when i come back, we will go to margaritas for your ice cream, i love you so so much my baby.) 

“cuídamelo porfavor,” you smiled nervously but with thanks to the caregiver, she hugged you and walked you out. you sigh deeply, a unease feeling spreading across your chest for an unknown reason. you hated feeling that way. not knowing what it could mean or what could happen. your intuition never lied, and you always went with your gut. how could you not after everything you suffered… (please take care of him.) 

you wanted to make sure that mateo always had what he needed and desired. but it came with a price, it always did. it meant you wouldn’t see him as much as you desired, that you had to play both mom and dad roles. that you worried you weren’t doing enough or that you were overdoing it. that you would fear his resentment later on because you were constantly working. you were alone in this, and although you were proud of the little life you had built, the future scared you. 

mateo was almost 2. he was healthy and the spitting image of his father. the soft brown eyes, his curls, the tan, the way he walked, and even stared. he had his father's attitude and the same ways of always wanting to help people. even at his little age, he already showed so many signs of wanting to help others. you felt so incredibly happy no matter what the circumstances were. 

the positive pregnancy tests felt heavy in your purse, the breakfast wanting to make its way back up as you waited patiently in the lobby. you kept thinking and rehearsing what you would say to him. stressing how his reaction or what he would say. how he would take the news you were expecting his baby. but you couldn’t take it anymore, walking straight up to the desk and refusing to leave without seeing him. 

“are you sure he isn’t here? i need to talk to agent peña please,” you pleaded, the soft thump in your chest growing by the second. cassandra, the receptionist shook her head, “i am sorry ma’am but he really isn’t  here. javier peña left a week ago back to the united states.” you went deaf, staring at her in-disbelief, your eyes wide as your eyes burned with tears. “what?” you said softly. 

“agent peña went back to texas a week ago ma’am… he placed his transfer about two weeks ago and left without saying why. i wish i could let you see him but he’s no longer here in colombia…” she said gently in a soft voice, noticing your state and body language. a small hand went to your belly as an instinct. “is there anyway i can talk to him over the phone it’s really important-” you tried coming up with different solutions refusing to give up. 

“we’re not authorized to give any personal details about any of our staff. i sincerely apologize but there’s really nothing you can do,” you shook your head at her words, tears running down your face as you felt time slowly give up on you. “please i’ll do anything i just need to speak to him again, i-i was a informant for him and murphy, i worked with them, you can trust me!” you explained but she refused. 

“i’m sorry but i really can’t help you,” cassandra frowned, you let out a sob, sniffling as you felt your body give up on you, legs and arm’s shaky, your blood running cold as you cried uncontrollably. the only thought in your head was how you were going to face this alone. without javier. 

you kept thinking about your last interaction and how it ended so terribly. he had dragged you out to a mission by a finca, just outside cali. it went so sideways that it put you, javi, and other agents at a death risk. once you were back in bogota, harsh words and a heated argument tormented your head. 

“you used me! i gave myself to you, and you used me javi! do you not know what that means? what it makes me feel? you had no right, not a single right to lie to my face like that. i’ve been nothing but kind and sincere to you, i told you things no one knows about, and for what? for information?” you yelled loudly, pushing his chest as he tried approaching. 

“i swear it was only going to be a first time, but the agency needed you for escobar-”

“are you fucking serious?” you saw red, “this is all you care about? estas obesionado con el! he’s ruined you, javi, completely ruined you, are you hearing yourself? what if i had died out there? what if carillo or murphy died out there? you put me into such a high risk over an exchange of information?” you spat harshly. “i’m no longer safe, thanks to you…” (you’re obsessed with him!)

“please just listen to me. the u.s. will keep you safe, they can’t touch you. not escobar, not any of the cartels. you’ll be safe. i feel like a coward for using you, believe me, i didn’t want to, but you were so important. you were a key for us to be able to take down those organizations. you helped us! ” javi explained, seeing your teary eyes betray you over and over.

“but at what cost? i can’t trust you anymore javi, you broke me, you broke my heart. this whole time i thought we had something real… that it wasn’t just in my head, but it’s all a lie. you used me for revenge, and i can’t forgive you for that,” you said broken. your chin wobbled, your chest hurting with pain as javi looked at you defeated. “y/n please try to understand-” 

“no. please just leave. i never want to see you again…”

you shook away the painful memory, walking to your workplace. you owned a small building that was a flower and plant shop as well as a cafe just close to where an animal sanctuary was. it made you good money and provided for both you and mateo. you loved your place, the windows and doors, the green colors, giving the place a telenovela style. 

“buenos dias! ya llegue,” you joked, hugging your coworkers and clocking in for your shift. setting the tables, finishing up a catering order, placing the freshly baked pastries in the showing cabinet, placing new pots of coffee, and your favorite step was to water and fix your plants. they brought you a sense of peace and comfort, admiring how pretty and gorgeous they were, making sure they felt beautiful as they looked. (good morning! i’m here!)

days like today meant a lot to you. when you were busy, your mind didn’t drift off to him.  it was hectic, tourists coming in and out, ordering your infamous coffee, conversing, laughing, buying your plants and flowers. it meant good income not only for you but also for your employees as well. when you had first opened you had feared that in a few months it wouldn’t bloom, but luck was on your side, and now you’re here. 

“where are we going y/n?” javier chuckled, your hand tightening his by the second as you marched up eagerly. “i want to show my place, well, it’s not mine but it will be.” he and steve had just came from a mission in the city. one that didn’t go to plan, and had made javi feel uneasy and worried. the first thing he did was call you, quickly picking you up and asking to take his mind away from there. 

a small building in the corner came to his view, it looked beat up, and needed a clear makeover. it was surrounded by a garden patch, flyers of missing people or events, and graffiti. “i want to show you a place i have walked by everyday, that now has become my dream…” you said shyly, javi kissing your knuckles and nodded. 

“here it is! it’s a bit small but i already have so many ideas how to remodel and make everything fit. the doors for the entrance an windows will be green, the walls a being color, and the frames brown,” javier looked down at you, seeing your bright smile as you rambled off. 

“have you signed the lease?” javier asked, seeing your lips frown to the side. “not quite, i still need a bit more money for the down payment,” you had saved up so much over the years, but you weren’t ready to quit easily. this place was yours, and you’d do anything to have it under your name. 

“javi no-”

“you don’t even know what i’m going to say!”

“yo te conozco javi… no me puedes engañar,” you kissed his lips, his hand immediately grasping your waist and pulling you into his chest. “why don’t you ever let me help you. you know i can and will do it princesa,” he spoke gently across your lips. “because you’ve done more than enough the past few months, i can’t also accept your money,” you reasoned. (i know you javi… you can’t fool me.)

“haria y podria darte todo en el mundo hermosa, te mercedes todo lo mejor,” javier said, his heart pumping fast as his eyes connected with your. when he was with you, he could be anyone, didn’t feel the pain and hurt, rather just love and happiness. security. you made him forget the cruelty in the world, showing him how caring and loving it was. (i would and can give you everything in the world, you deserve the best.)

“tell me more about your cafe, will you also sell your plants and flowers?”

“su total es 23.34,” you smiled sweetly at the alex, margaritas son, who handed you the total. he was one of your frequent customers since his high school was close to your cafe. he always got a dark roast coffee and a piece of arequipe. “pasarás donde mi mami hoy? siempre se queja que ya no vas a visitarla,” he laughed. “de hecho, le prometí a mateo que íbamos a comprar un helado después que lo recogiera,” you explained, falling into a small conversation with him to check how he was doing. (your total is 23.34. will you pass by my mom’s today? she always complains that you don’t visit her anymore. actually, i promised mateo i would take him to buy an ice cream after i picked him up.)

the rest of the afternoon flew by quicker than you anticipated, quickly cleaning up the place, stacking the chairs, turning off all heat sources, and putting away any food left in the fridge. you grabbed the reusable bags for groceries, needing to buy the necessary items after running out on a few foods. margarita and other small market owners would have what you needed.  

“mami!” mateo squealed, running wobbly into your arms and immediately digging his head into your neck, his tight hold ushering you with love. you melted instantly, so relieved to have your baby boy back into your arms, kissing his head and rubbing his back. “te extrañe mucho papito, te divertiste?” you asked, feeling him nod, his words all jambled in a mess as he attempted to explain what he had done and ate. you thanked the workers, placing the small box of pastries onto their table before saying goodbye. (mommy! I missed you so much baby, did you have fun?) 

“marga, marga!” mateo ran to margarita, ‘marga’ was the nickname he called her since he couldn’t fully pronounce full words or names yet. it just stuck and she loved hearing it. “mi amorcito! llegaste! mm, mm, mm, porque no has venido,” she picked up mateo, hugging him tight before scolding playfully at you. she set him down kissing both your cheeks and hugged you. “mi cafe ha estado super ocupado últimamente, pero aquí estoy y con el niño,” you explained. (my love! you’re here! nuh uh uh, why haven’t you came. my cafe has been super busy lately, but i’m here and with the baby.)

“i have to tell you something, and it’s important because i’m speaking english so they wont hear…” margarita ushers you into her section, you quickly grab mateo, peeling a small orange for him to eat. “so who won’t hear? is everything okay?,” your head began to race with different scenarios. hating the uneasiness in your conscience. 

“no matter how long it has been, there is still people who watch and listen carefully around here…” she pointed with her eyes to the other side by the corner where two men in silk shirts with tight pants looked out. you immediately knew and understood they worked in a cartel and did dirty work. “who are they? how long have they been here? are you okay, do you need anything?” you worry for her. she has no one but her husband, who fell ill last year, and her son alex.

“i am okay mija, thank you for asking. we have no clue, but it must be some sort of new crime group because we’ve never seen them here, they stand there all day waiting for someone or something. at first we thought they were undercover, but a shooting broke out the other day, and well…” she tilted her head to the side. 

“do you think it’s me?” you ask, terrified, mateo sensing right away and hugging your leg, looking up. 

“no, but just be careful, especially with mateo. one can forgive the past, but they won’t forget,” margarita stated, sighing deeply. you knew what she was referring to, just shortly after you found out you were expecting, a dangerous encounter had you fearing for your life. 

your breath was ragged and short, his grip getting tighter around your neck. you felt the trickle of blood against your temple, watching with blurry eyes as he stuck out his gun and waved it around. “you don’t realize the damage your boyfriend put you in, huh? you lied to me, to us…” 

“please i didn’t mean too!” you said staggeredly, seeing black dots. 

“that’s what they always say. but its always too late, you’re going to be paying the price till your last breath. I fucking hate traitors, i let you into my family, pay you, give you a roof and this is how you treat me? you’re a disgrace!” he slaps you hard, the sting immediately burning your cheek, the impact so strong it knocked you down to your knees. 

“please i’m-”

“i don’t care for your apologies or mercy. you made your choice the day you walked into my house. i wish i could kill you, make you feel just how angry i am with you, but you’re lucky since your dea property… you fucking whore, javier always gets the good ones…”

you didn’t leave your apartment for a month after that, fearing your life would be taken away. you had to provide and care for two. margarita always visited you, consoled you, and stayed till you fell asleep. you wish you could feel safe again, but every day was a reminder you were a ticking bomb. all because you messed with the wrong people and with javi.

“there’s another thing,” margarita pinched her finger, nervously shifting her weight. “someone came by yesterday… it was-” you shook your head in disbelief. “no, no, no, no! you’re lying to me,” you said shakily, tears already threatening your eyes. “he’s back for a week, he doesn’t know, i would never betray you like that-” she stopped speaking a loud gasp escaping her lips, making you squint your eyes confused before you heard him. 

“y/n?”

you froze, unable to move in the slightest way possible. the blood had drained from your face, hands shaky, and unsteady breaths passing your lips. you could feel him, his eyes watching you as you morphed into a frightened person. it wasn’t till he was in front that you looked at him from down to up. 

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there were only two times before now when javi forgot how to breathe. the first was when he saw you for the first time, innocent yet spirited, drinking from a glass cup filled with ice and whiskey. the second was when you kicked him out of your life almost three years ago, javi waiting outside your door, recollecting himself, and trying to tame what went wrong. the third was now, your dress hugging your curves in all the right places, your natural hair, your perfume, but mostly the small child that held your hand. 

he tried so hard to forget you, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t after what he did. he couldn’t because you haunted him from the early day to night when he woke up shaking. he thought if he’d ever see you, have the chance to hold and speak to you. fix how things were left before he went back home to laredo. 

but all he could feel was confusion. a mix of that, and a feeling of home. 

“javi-” you said broken, your eyes scared yet filled with hope, he immediately knew. 

“i can’t believe it, it’s really you my love, you’re really here,” one hand held you by the waist and the other coddled your cheek where he brushed away a small tear. margarita stood confounded and confused on what she should do. she couldn’t believe the sight in front of her, the family that was meant to be together but wasn’t due to lies and secrets. 

you pushed him off of you gently, creating a barrier with him. as much as you wanted and craved his touch, for him to wish everything was okay, you needed a moment to figure out what would happen and be said next. javi immediately missed you warmth, his eyes roaming everywhere for signs but he looked down at the little boy with curls and honey brown eyes. 

“javi-” 

“who’s this?” 

“mami? amonos,” javi couldn’t stop staring at him. at the small boy who immediately caught your attention, the small boy who you now held and looked at with pure love and happiness, promising him you would leave as soon as you were done here. the little boy who was your son. javi couldn’t mutter another word. he needed confirmation, he needed to know. (mom? let’s go.)

“javi… meet my son mateo,” you smiled painfully, your eyes teary as javi’s face softened, the small boy reaching out to him, where javi couldn’t refuse. mateo looked at him with a sweet grin, his nose scrunching, already loving being held by him. javi kissed his forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds as he closed his eyes, wanting to keep him safe even if he wasn’t his. 

he felt a connection. a bond. which made him even more and more confused with his thoughts and feelings. 

“javi there’s a lot i need to talk to you about,” you muttered softly, grabbing mateo back. javi continued to stand silent, unable to tear away his eyes from you and mateo. “i want to explain everything,” you both said at the same time, locking eyes, feeling the old butterflies resurfacing after so long. 

but before you could even reach that stage, the two men from earlier, who were standing in the corner, now stood behind him, their smiles sinister and up to no good. you tucked mateo’s head into your neck, not wanting him to see and remember them, your hands and feet shaky because they were here for you. you and javi knew this was trouble. 

       ———————————— ❦. ————————————

[wetforsylus]

– overworked, underfucked sylus  ༯ 

the door clicked open, sylus just came home from work, drained.

he walked towards you, a small bouquet resting in his hand, petals slowly peeling apart at every step he took, it looked like he went through an insane day of work.

"are you oka–"

but before you could finish your sentence, he crashed his lips onto yours, sinking himself in a long kiss he's been saving for days.

need, hunger, desire, and love was filled in that kiss, he wanted you bad and it hadn't been a while since the two of you had done yet, sylus thought that this day would be the perfect one, for him and you.

"it's been..." he muttered, pulling away from the kiss to stare into your eyes for approval, "..a while, no?"

you nod at his sudden point and slid your fingers through his hair, pulling him close to you. your breath ghosting over his glossed puckered lips, eyes darting at the desire written all over his face.

"then use me as you please."

"gladly."

[sturnlsstuff]

CHRIS WOKE UP WITH A BONER AFTER HAVING A WET DREAM ABOUT YOU...

warnings; smut, masturbation, handjob, getting caught, chris getting off next to reader?? idk

a/n; i woke up today with this exact scenario in my head so... i had to write it

chris had a wet dream. an intense one.

and usually, there would be no problem with this, but today he wasn't alone in his bed.

the two of you decided to have a sleepover like usual, nothing surprising, you were bestfriends. but for some reason he had a dream about you, and it made him toss and turn in his sleep, bucking his hips against the blanket, trying to find some kind of release. his hand was unconsciously stroking his erection through his pajama pants that he wasn't wearing anything under - he liked to let it hang loose. but in his dream it was your hand.

his dick was so painfully hard that it woke him up, the room hot and quiet, the only sound being his soft, ragged breaths as he squeezed his hardness through the thin fabric. he was clearly overwhelmed with sleepy lust, his eyes were closed tightly as he keeps replaying the dream in his mind, the way your tits bounced as you rode him, or how your hand was jerking him off, making him feel so good.

chris lets out a quiet groan, pulling his pajamas down, freeing his hard length, the tip glistening with pre-cum. his breathing hitched slightly as his hand wraps around his cock, moving slowly, his sleepiness making him whiny and needy.

until he feels something shift beside him.

his eyes flutter open, a frown appears between his eyebrows and that's when he sees you. asleep next to him. you were laying on your stomach, cheek pressed against the pillow, your face turned away from him, hair tousled spilling across the pillow in a tangled mess. then chris's eyes move down, your tank top rolling up, letting him see a bit of the skin on your back, but something else caught his attention.

the blanket was drawn up to your knees so almost all of your body was exposed. your hips slightly raised, one leg thrown over the blanket, the shorts you were wearing leaving little to the imagination.

chris almost drooled all over himself. his hand freezes mid stroke, realizing that his best friend was just right next to him. thank god you were sleeping. he would be so embarrassed if you saw or heard him.

and he was about to stop, wanting to go to the bathroom just like any person would. but he couldn't take his eyes away from your ass.

how perfect it looked, how it was slightly up in those tiny shorts, making him lose all sense of boundaries. his gaze intensified as he stared at your lower half. he slowly shifts his hips, trying desperately to find a more comfortable position without disturbing you. inside, he's wrestling with his own confusion and guilt over his inappropriate attraction, but he was so sleepy and so fucking needy.

biting down on his bottom lip, his hand starts moving under the covers again, the faint sound of his skin sliding against his own growing louder as he picks up the pace.

if he's quick then you'll never know.

despite knowing it was wrong, he couldn't stop himself, his arousal and tiredness made him careless.

another whimper leaves him as he tries to stifle it in the pillow, his cheeks growing hotter, finding this situation strange but also incredibly hot. the sight of your ass makes him think back to his dream where he would pound into you from behind, grabbing your butt or slapping it, leaving red marks on your skin.

chris's movements immediately became more urgent, his breaths coming in short gasps. his hips lifting off the bed as he starts thrusting into his hand, imagining that it was you who he was fucking right now. the wet sounds echoing in the silent room, another muffled groan leaving chris as his teeth sink into his lip to keep the sound quiet. he was so close he could feel it, his legs spreading, giving his hand more room. he just needed to finish and wanted to go back to sleep, it was too early to be up.

but then he hears your voice.

"chris, what the fuck?"

his whole body tenses, his hand freezes as he moves his eyes up to see your confused face. you were clearly awake, propping yourself up on your elbows, a frown between your eyebrows. you've been awake for a while, him constantly shifting woke you up, and while you tried to sleep again, you didn't have the chance because of his quiet whimpers, and the obvious movements under the covers. so you were... listening. until you couldn't take it anymore.

his heart almost leaping out of his chest, his face turning a deep shade of red as he realized he's been caught.

"fuck-" chris's wide eyes full of guilt and embarrassment, he quickly tries to compose himself, pulling his hand out from under the covers as nonchalantly as possible, but he could feel the evidence of what he was doing still wet on his fingers. "i wasn't.... i...i was just... just adjusting..."he stumbles over his lie, seeing by the look on your face that there was no point in denying what you clearly saw and heard him doing.

he shifts uncomfortably, still painfully hard, his cock brushing against the covers almost making him moan. "shit, m'so fuckin' sorry, i just.... i wasn't thinkin' straight, i had a dream- i mean, i thought you were asleep and..."

but he's immediately silenced by your voice, the tiredness clearly making you more bold as well. "i wasnt sleeping," you admit, looking down at his covered by the blanket lap, and then back up. "did you, uh... finish?"

chris almost choked on his own saliva.

his heart raced, mind reeling as he stares at you with wide eyes, completely surprised that you asked him that. he expected you to be grossed out, or think that he's a perv, not asking him if he came. the curiosity was written all over your sleepy expression, his dick twitching after your question.

he shakes his head, not daring to use his voice, too scared that it will betray how much more you just turned him on.

chris can see the wheels turning in your head as you shift onto your side, still propping yourself up on your elbow. your tits perfectly squeezed together now, catching his attention, and he almost comes right there and then when he notices your hard nipples through the thin tank top you were wearing.

your voice completely unsure, but still managing to put a lot of dirty thoughts into chris's mind as you ask, "do you.... wanna?"

his breath caught in his throat, eyes widening at your question once again. you were asking... or maybe even offering something to him...?

seeing you so vulnerable and sleepy made him bolder than usual. he swallowed hard, his composure fraying, "yeah."

his eyes were locked on your face, seeing its just as red as his, the way you were nervously chewing on your bottom lip makes him wonder what is going on in that pretty head of yours.

neither of you could logically think now, both too worked up to do so. he watched your hand twitch, almost wanting to touch him but hesitating. he thought that maybe you were too shy to do it, when really, you were too scared to make the first move, knowing it's your bestfriend.

but chris was so hard, his mind whirling. he knew you were touchy-feely when you were sleepy, usually seeking any physical contact when you were staying over but never like this. and you gave him that look— your doe eyes making his cock throb. and he just had to take the decision out of your hands. he couldn't handle the unspoken request and his own need anymore. so he grabbed your hand and guided it down under the covers, wrapping your fingers around his erection. "like this," he murmured sleepily.

both of you breathing heavily as you squeezed him, his hips jerking involuntarily. you keep biting your bottom lip, pulling the covers off him so you could see him and holy shit.

"you're so big-" it slips out of your mouth before you can think, your cheeks immediately growing hotter as you keep your eyes locked on his cock, brushing your thumb against his tip and spreading his precum over his length.

a low groan escaped him after hearing your words, sleep and lust making his body super sensitive to your touch. "yeah?" a small smirk appeared on his face, seeing the way you look at him and start to grow more confident in your movements.

it was like his wet dream coming true.

his body tensing up while you're moving your hand on his cock, the slow strokes making him crazy. his hand gripping the sheets as he lets out another low, needy groan, the sight of your hand wrapped around him was almost too much.

"what did you dream about?" he almost misses your question, too lost in the pleasure you're giving him already.

"uh..." his hips began to move in sync with your strokes, unable to stay still. "...you-" he admits, sucking in a sharp breath, the precum beading at his tip as your thumb keep brushing against it.

"me?"

your eyes met his, the intensity of your gaze makes his dick twitch in your hand. he nods, reaching down to cover your hand with his own, guiding you to squeeze him tighter and move faster. "yeah, you... i, uh...dreamed 'bout you doin' this and then-" he cuts himself off when you immediately pick up your pace just like he wanted, changing your angle a bit as well, your other hand playing with his balls. "fucking shit-" he groaned, head falling back against the pillow.

"is this good?"

he wanted to laugh at your question, 'cause it was pretty clear to see. "yeah," he managed to choke out, his voice rough with desire. "so fuckin' good..."

his hair sticking to his forehead, brows knitted together as you keep jerking him off, him also fucking your hand which makes his balls tighten with each stroke, the pleasure starting to be overwhelming. he could feel your eyes being locked on his face more than his cock, and it somehow felt even more intimate. "holy shit, keep goin'-"

"what else were you dreaming about?" you ask, and chris wants nothing else than to show you.

"you were on top of me...ridin' me-" his chest was falling and rising rapidly. "and then i was— fuccckk— takin' you from behind—"

as he fucked into your hand and talked about his dream, seeing you listening and squeezing your thighs together, chris felt his release approaching fast. his breathing was ragged as he tried to hold back, but the way you reacted to his movements, the way your body tensed, was too much. "fuck, gonna come-"

you don't even have the chance to respond as he moans, finally letting go. his hot sticky cum spills out of his tip onto your hand and his shirtless stomach as he continues thrusting into your palm. his entire body shook with the force of his orgasm, his head thrown back and eyes closed, but he's totally aware of your gaze on him, and it makes all of this even more intense.

but you don't stop. he came, but your hand was still moving. your gaze falls on your painted with his release hand, and you have an urge to taste it.

so you do.

quickly enough you end up gripping his sheets for dear life, and moaning his name while he's deep inside you, turning his wet dream into reality.

© sturnlsstuff

[inmyheaddd]

loving you forever can’t be wrong - rafe cameron x reader

summary: your ex has been non stop texting you for weeks, and you tell rafe. then he leaves as you fall asleep to go ‘handle some things’ warnings: mild language, sweet!rafe (to you atleast!!), mentions of cuts and blood wc: 1.5k

another notification came from your ex, insulting you in one paragraph, then begging for you back in the next. 

as rafe sat on the couch next to you typing away at his phone, you pulled your bottom lip through your teeth anxiously as you thought on what to do about the situation, ultimately deciding on speaking up.

you cleared your throat —a nervous habit, before calling out. “rafe?”

he hummed lowly in response, signaling he was listening as his eyes stayed glued to his phone.

swallowing thickly before speaking, you said,“there’s this guy who keeps bothering me— well, it’s my ex, and i keep blocking him, but he keeps finding ways to text me.” 

you would’ve found the way his head snapped up so quickly at the mention of a guy, more so your ex, in any other situation hilarious. but nothing really felt funny right now.

“what the fuck?” his attention was fully on you now, as that angry glint in his eyes reserved for his fights began to reappear, along with that oh so familiar clench of his jaw. “bothering you?”

“yeah like, texting me and stuff and calling m—“ 

he clicked his tounge, visibly frustrated as he clenched and unclenched his fists. “nah, what? let me see this shit.” he motioned for you to come closer, and you placed your phone in his hand as you sat next to him, bringing one knee to your chest and hugging it. 

as he read through the messages, you told him the multiple stories on how many times you’ve blocked this guy, how many accounts he’s made, and how you never even respond to him. 

his tounge poked the inside of his cheek as he tried to keep his anger in check, shaking his head and scoffing in disbelief, even laughing at the guy. 

“the fuck?” he muttered under his breath as he scrolled through the messages, seeing just how far they went back. “he’s been texting you for weeks? how pathetic is this fucker, huh?”

you simply pursed your lips in response, shrugging as rafes eyes flickered between yours and the phone.

his eyes slightly narrowed, then came the question, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

you weren’t really too sure, if you were being honest. you truly believed the blocking would’ve put him to a stop, but the messages only kept getting more and more aggressive. 

“well, i thought that he would stop, and, well, i don’t know…” you trailed off, your voice getting quieter as your eyes flickered to the phone, then back to rafe. “he just didn’t.” 

his jaw ticked as he heard the way your voice slightly quivered, and you could’ve sworn his eyes almost softened, but who were you kidding? this was rafe cameron you were dealing with. 

“listen, next time, you tell me first fucking thing when anyone’s bothering you, alright?”

he pointed a finger at you as to further get his point across, and you let go of your knee, sighing as you did so. 

“rafe i’m fine, i promise.” your voice involuntarily pitched higher towards the end of the sentence, coming across as a whiny child more so than the grown person you were. 

“alright?”

you opened your mouth to speak, then shut it again as he raised his eyebrows at you expectantly, his finger still pointed. you nodded, mumbling a small, “yeah, alright.” 

there wasn’t any room to argue. 

he mumbled under his breath as he resumed scrolling through the messages, a thick vein becoming prominent in his neck. “there won’t be a fucking next time, after i’m done with this sick fuck.”

“what?” 

he didn’t take his eyes off the phone, then he smiled, and the only way to describe that smile was wicked. “nothin’, baby.”

—

you were drifting in and out of sleep off watching shitty reality tv, cuddled up in your fuzzy blanket. you faintly felt rafe come up to you and press a kiss to your shoulder before he got up and left, causing you to stir awake. 

when you were fully awake, and realised he had left, you texted him countlessly, worrying where he was. he didn’t respond until 2 hours later with ‘handling things’ and ‘open the door baby’. 

you instantly hurried to the door, anticipating what you were going to see behind it. your breath hitched as you opened the door anyways, as rafe stood infront of you. his chest rising and falling heavily, his knuckles bloodied, and a slight bruise forming on his jaw — it was nothing you hadn’t seen before from him, but your heart still dropped every time. 

you couldn’t manage anything but a whisper as you brought a hand to your mouth, “oh my god, rafe.” 

he side stepped past you, running a hand through his hair as he kicked off his shoes. standing there, he looked like the complete opposite of you, with his disheveled clothes and sweaty skin. 

your hair was freshly blow dried after the shower you took to calm yourself down, still smelling like your shampoo, and your face was in a complete frown.

you knew what happened, but that didn’t stop you from asking anyway as you stepped towards him. “what did you do?”

“nothin,” he said, with that same smile from earlier as he brought a hand up, stroking your hair as he looked down at you. “you’re real pretty, you know that?” 

you sighed annoyedly as your lips took on a slight pout, but you leaned into his touch nonetheless. “rafe.” 

“what?” he replied in the same tone as you, you’d say he was mocking you if you didn’t know any better. 

he murmured, his voice dropping lower as he stepped even closer, your head slightly craning up. “baby, c’mon, don’t look at me like that.”

clearly you weren’t doing a very good job at hiding how worried you were. 

“what if you got hurt? or- or if he called the cops or something? you need to be careful, rafe.”

you tried not to worry, to just let him do his thing, and be all laid back, but it was so hard when he came back to you all bruised and bloody and acted like nothing happened. 

he let out a low chuckle, but there was no humor behind it— more like he was trying to make light of the situation.

“the cops can’t do shit. i know what im doing.” when you didn’t respond, only sighing as you broke eye contact and looked at the floor, he clicked his tounge, pulling you in close and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

you couldn’t wipe the pout off your face, but you moved your arms to wrap around his torso. 

“ ‘m sorry,” he mumbled into your hair as he gently swayed you side to side. “won’t do it again.“ 

you laid your head on his chest. you knew that he did this every single time, but a small part of you wanted to believe it anyways. 

“promise?” you asked.

“promise.” 

you lifted your head up from his chest to look at him, and you couldn’t help the tiny smile that formed on your lips. 

he chuckled at just how fast your mood changed, running a hand up and down your arm. “that happy, huh?” 

you didn’t answer, only looking down as you smile widened. when you looked down, you saw his other hand with its beat up knuckles, and remembered the whole reason you were worried in the first place. 

you unwrapped your arms from him, carefully picking up his hand with the both of yours, wary not to touch any of the cuts.“oh my god,” you muttered, “we need to get that fixed up.”

—

rafe sat on the closed toilet lid, as you stood in between his legs. you chewed on your bottom lip in concentration as you wiped down his cuts on his knuckles with an alchohol wipe. 

“you know, if you didn’t get into a fight, we wouldn’t have to do this right now.” you murmured, your eyes flitting between his hands and his eyes. 

he clicked his tongue, “he was askin’ for it, talking to my girl like that.” 

you said nothing, only looking at him briefly, as you moved to his other hand, which was evidently worse than the one you had just done. he took a sharp intake of breath as you gently wiped his over cuts, turning his head to the side and clenching his jaw. then he blew out a breath, almost like a whistle.

you immediately stopped your actions, placing your hands back to your side as you went to get a better look at his face. “i’m sorry, are you okay?”  

“yeah,” he breathed out as he looked at you,  and he nodded forward slightly, motioning for you to continue. “jus’ keep doing your thing baby.” 

you managed a small smile in response, resuming but attempting to be even more careful. 

after a couple beats of silence, you spoke. “you better not split these open, and have us sitting here again.” 

you tried to sound serious and warning as you put a band aid on some of the bigger cuts, but rafe only let out a breathy chuckle at your words.

“you sure you don’t like doin’ this?” 

“that’s…” you bit back a smile and avoided eye contact, but you knew rafe was somewhat grinning. “that’s not the point.” you were finally done now, and your hands fell back to your sides.  

“yeah, you’re funny, alright.” he let out another one of his laughs before he stood up, wrapping an arm lazily around your shoulders as he steered you both back to your room. 

[rcvcgers]

Rotten Apples ❦.ׂ Masterlist

Synopsis : You and Caleb have gone from friends to strangers to...well, you'll find out soon enough.

Chapter One: A New Beginning, Complete

Chapter Two: Coincidence, Fate, or Something Planned?, Complete

Chapter Three: Prove Me Wrong, Complete

Chapter Four: Why Are You Here?, Complete

Chapter Five: Just a Taste, Complete

Chapter Six: Friends? More Like Co-Workers, Complete

Chapter Seven: Working With The Colonel, Complete

Chapter Eight: Space or Time, Complete

Chapter Nine: Here Comes The Bride!, Complete

Chapter Ten: Fallout , Complete

Chapter Eleven: A World Without You , Complete

Chapter Twelve: What I've Become , Complete

Chapter Thirteen: Escape, Complete

Chapter Fourteen . . . in progress

Video Games, a requested one shot

Rotten Apples, a Spotify Playlist