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Holy Milkshake (Walter Marshall x you) (with visuals)

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Characters: Walter Marshall x You

Summary: For you, ‘taking the sinner to church’ would be possible. But, not for Walter. He knew everything about you, even with the way you think that he’d taken methods of setting up a tracking device to follow you; getting him infuriated to see you having a ‘little date’ with the stalker who has murdered his exes. 

Warnings: Blasphemy. A twisted stalker. Reader being sly, also naughty and not asking Marshall for help. Date rape drugs mentioned. Suggestive content in the end. Ahem. The use of the word brat. OC named Vergil. You can imagine whoever you want for Vergil. 

Words: 1,5k +

A/N: OOF! PAPA BEAR MARSHALL! This is my first oneshot/drabble for him! I’m sorry if this look rushed! I’ve written this for only an hour and a half. This was supposed to be a drabble, but..Surprise! Ahe! I was inspired by the GIF collection of Demivampirew, which resulted for a oneshot. Mwohahahaha.I don’t even know how it ended up with Marshall sounding like a zaddy in this one. Oof!

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Disclaimer: PNG’s used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. Credits to Demivampirew for the GIF collection. 

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Banana fudge milkshake.

It surprisingly tasted too sugary with every sip as your friend chattered for about an hour already since the moment you agreed on the so-called date you despise of.

The drink piped through the pillows of your lips. Your mouth wrapped on the red and white striped straw that didn't help the slight quiver of your mouth; used as a pacifier to soothe those agitated nerves you had as you were sitting before the 'friend' you thought who had no malicious intentions.

Maybe, it was a bad idea to never inform your boyfriend who could maintain the rounds of psychotic men with handcuffs and rails as a way of dealing the whole rendezvous you've planned to make.

Everything was going smooth. Probably, only an ounce of squeezed up faith as you could see the light and where this was going. If only you could start and try to slide in the conversation he somehow didn't want you to interrupt on; talking about how he was so happy to have a date with you, all those bullshit of beating around the bushes then the real discussion will surely go north.

Until, you've seen that familiar sweater who slid on to the chair beside the criminal named Vergil; the whole 'take the sinner to church' was definitely traveling down south to jail because of his sudden appearance.

You've choked on your own milkshake and coughed out some that went straight to your throat at the image of your tired, roughly bearded, curly haired police officer; sitting his sinewy, wide back on the chair with a tight, disappointed frown.

Well, someone looks mad.

"You're one word away from being tackled to the ground," the man beside him jumped from his interruption, making the chair shriek from being shocked at seeing Marshall sat beside him, all brooding and serious.

It was an ear-piercing sound that caught some of the diner's attention. You've given them a tight lipped smile before they went on to their daily activities and conversations inside the restaurant as you looked rather safe especially that Marshall was already with you.

Your boyfriend continued to give you a glare, his perspective solely on what he was seeing in front of him. His precious little lady sitting in the same table with her perverted stalker. He definitely couldn't believe that you've taken it too far, trying to help this person to change when it needed stones and brutal punishments or long life realizations for a rotten man like Vergil.

Walter was undoubtedly disappointed and furious.

His bright Cerulean eyes were sharp, brutal and piercing as he continued to focus on you, "Your car has multiple bags of heroin and drugs that can tranquilize people if taken in enough dosage---fucking date rape drugs," though, the message was sent to Vergil who was beginning to shit bricks as soon as he'd seen the gun tucked in Marshall's pants.

Walter grabbed onto his hand cuffs, abruptly throwing them on the table as he continued to spit fire. Shoulders tense and his expressions livid, "It's either you put these on," he hissed after throwing the cuffs towards Vergil, his eyes fixated on you as it was silently telling you how displeased he was for your acts, "---or I'll do it myself. But, you'll regret it."

You've let out a sigh. Deep inside, you were relieved because he would save you from Vergil's annoying chatters but somehow irked to know he had you tracked or have given you a tracking device to soothe his protective and utmost crazy antics for trying to keep you safe; out of harms way.

"You were following me, Lovey. Where's the tracking device?"

Your boyfriend gave you a scornful, tight lipped smile. A sudden change of his features that got your heart racing on how attractive he still was for getting his pants in a twist from your shenanigans.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

A grin was sent to him, "My milkshake brings all the boys to my yard?" and you couldn't help but motion for both men who sat before you with Vergil obviously trying hard to think of an escape plan.

He'd faintly shook his head in sheer disappointment.

"Funny." Walter gave a sluggish, nonchalant response as he rolled off his shoulders, leaning his crossed arms on the table as his anger was boiling in a temperature that tells; you were in a much more danger than having lunch with your stalker, "This guy over here---" he gave a curt nod to his side, "---This perverted asshole has retrieved belongings from you---some definitely personal items and you think he'll read a bible or repent over the women he killed if you calmly tell him all about it?"

You fidgeted and chewed the straw in your mouth, watching Walter seethe and heavily sigh from your response, "People change."

"Not dumbfucks like him, sweetheart." he spat, jaw clenching to the extent of seeing the muscles in his neck strain.

Marshall briefly gave him a glimpse as he called out the elephant in the room, quickly regretting because of how he wanted him to rot in the jail for years or forever, "---Don't you, Vergil?"

Vergil began to shake his leg as he sat, nervous and utterly anxious for what was about to come. His face turned red in rage, breathing staggered as he gave you glare; feeling betrayed when he should've been scared for his life because you knew his secretive, twisted habits. Stalking his target, knowing their houses and where they lived, grabbing onto personal things that his target loved using or wearing; panties, bras and those sorts before finding ways to befriend you till he could manipulate and end up loving you up until the point that he could kill for you.

The toxic type of love that seemed to be out of hand in which he has murdered his exes due to jealousy and other unreasonable explanations.

"I knew it! I fucking knew you were plotting this whole fucking thing with your fucking bodyguard over here---"

Marshall gave him a grumpy retort, "Boyfriend is a much more better term,"

Vergil's forehead was popping out veins as he exclaimed, thoroughly in fury for what you've brought him in, "Your boyfriend's part of the police force!"

You languidly blinked back, sipping on the last bits of your milkshake. Did he really not know that he was part of the police force? you puckered your lips at the silent thought; droning as you went on in admiring how you've raised Walter's hackles.

"---He cares and just loves me too much. He followed me. Didn't text him, tho. But, I assure you. He's no twisted stalker like you, Vergil. You certainly need to rot in hell,"

Walter knew you were liking this whole safeguard thing. It was all an act from you because he could see the tiny flicker of mockery in those beautiful eyes; knowing that you've gotten under his skin from the sudden tea party you've worked on.

Though, a pity party for you.

Walter gave him a glance, nodding towards the door where two police officers stood and waited for the catch, "Now, you'll meet two men out on the threshold. In less than one minute, if you're still here planning on kowtowing to lessen the punishments then you're a dunce."

Your boyfriend eyed him sternly, motioning for the handcuffs that rested on the table; saying its hello to its new capture, "What will---what---"

Vergil stammered and shakily took the handcuffs in front of him, scoffing when he heard Marshall grumble with a knowing tone of his that poured a little bit of his accent.

"You're under arrest for fuck's sake. Not quite complicated to understand, isn't it?"

Once the stalker was out of sight, being harshly taken by your boyfriend's co-workers; you couldn't help but emit a shaky breath, palms sweating a lot more than it ever did when Vergil was around because this time you were enthusiastic of what was about to happen in between an enraged police officer and his deceitful little woman.

"Oh, Lovey."

You've heard another set of metal chiming against each other. Yet, this time; the handcuffs were thrown towards you. His face etching in complete seriousness and disappointment. Though, inside those ocean eyes, you knew there was a hint of mischief and passion.

"Put these on." he rasped in full authority, his beard looking so inviting for wanting a short visit in between your throbbing heat since the moment he came to interfere.

"---Because you've been bad, sweetheart," pause. "---and I have zero patience for brats like you,"

You squirmed against your seat, hastily grabbing onto the handcuffs thrown on the table with a grin on your face, subtly looking outside to see your boyfriend's truck parked at the far distance before plucking the manacles off the table and sliding off the seat; with your lieutenant paying for the lunch he loathed, feeling his eyes heavy and thoroughly deprived of seeing your face after nose diving in murder cases he had been working on for weeks.

Marshall hated to see you leave. Those peepers trained on how you've dramatically swayed your hips while you waved the cuffs in the air.

But, he loved watching you go with that naughty derriere snapping from side to side.

THANK YOU FOR READING! STAY SAFE WHERE EVER YOU ARE, BB’S! Watch out for people who have wicked intentions for you! Don’t trust easily!

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Free Me Masterlist (RPF!Series)

Characters: Chris Evans x Reader, Henry Cavill x Reader (It'll be a Henry x reader towards the end, and if you don't like Henry, I suggest that this series is not for you. I'm sorry. 😢)

Summary: Y/N has been noticing how her husband was slowly slipping away, guessing that another woman was illegally involved and included in the marriage she was in. She was right as she found evidence right below their bed. Y/N left but it wasn’t a facile moment just as she may seem because the devil couldn’t let her go that easily. Thus, fate led her to a path that may have left her all conflicted but somewhat free from the marriage that was bound to be broken from the start. That being so, as she crumbled like a soft cookie; a previous relationship accidentally began crawling towards her. trying to let her remember that breaking it from the start has ever been a mistake. 

A/N: I’ll be making masterlists now for my series just so I can find them easily. But, my other imagines can be found in my MASTERLIST BLOG.

Warnings: Infidelity, foul words, (I don’t know if there’s going to be a smut? We’ll see!), ANGST (VERY), healing reader. Chris is kind of an asshole here for some reasons?

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Free Me (Series)

Characters: Chris Evans x Reader, Henry Cavill x Reader

Prompt: 1. "I never want to hear your name during my life anymore." 2. "Your lips used to be my sanctuary, but now I feel trapped." 3. "Isn't it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?"

Summary: Y/N has been noticing how her husband was slowly slipping away, guessing that another woman was illegally involved and included in the marriage she was in. Deciding that what was best for the both of them is to finally let go.

Warnings: Cheating, some cuss words, No smut so you're good to go. 😉, ANGST. (Y/H/T means your hometown! 😊)

Words: 2,430

A/N: PLEASE DON’T FORGET TO COMMENT AND REBLOG! Thank you, Tater tots! This has a sequel! Just go find it in my masterlist blog located in my blog description. Heehee!

Disclaimer: PNG's used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi.

MY WORKS ARE NOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER WEBSITES. My official username in Wattpad is “TATATHEPOTATO” and that’s the only other site I have aside from Tumblr. Thank you, Tater tots 

The night sky was more wistful than you thought it would be. Stars were trying to partake in what you were feeling as it wasn't actively twinkling like it used to. That was always your problem, you get caught in the fantasy that you've been dying to live in. Imagining a perfect story without flaws and rabbit holes, with a prince who will stay by your side forever. Dreaming that something lasts forever. That even your love would last forever.

Yet, it didn't.

The clock striked twelve. It was time for Cinderella to come home before it was too late. There she went and ran, leaving a glass slipper behind for her prince to find and return.

The door knob rattled, you began to feel tense, sensing your heart beat in anxiety. Your emotions spinning round and round, only getting to feel two heightened emotions: pain and anger.

You heard the door creak, footsteps can be heard. Hearing the soft taps of his rubber shoes against the tiled floor. It would only take him ten steps before reaching the leaving room where you were sluggishly sitting cross legged.

In 5..4...3...2...........1. Cinderella was finally home at last.

You uncrossed your legs, sipping on your Absinthe, the harsh liquid leaving a fiery trail on your throat, now feeling his presence close as you glared at the man before you. Alas, there he was, standing tall, looking ragged and slovenly. Behold, the man that you once dreamt of and thought who would never break your heart.

Chris gave a smile, but it wasn't as bright as you remembered. He changed, his smile changed, everything changed. Even his heart did.

The glint in your eyes was full of spite, once he began walking towards you. He was going to give you a kiss. A fake kiss that you wanted to spit out, as you began over thinking how he shared saliva with the woman he was just with.

He held a hand on your chin, gently lifting it up as he entirely crouched down, nonchalantly giving you a kiss. A kiss without the love you once had. A kiss that you imagined to be loving and zealous. A kiss that would make you heart jump in utter affection and passion, a kiss that would make your legs weak, but it didn't. It was never the same way as it used to before, and it broke your heart and soul.

"Your lips used to be my sanctuary, but now I feel trapped." Those were the first words that came out of your mouth, his lips left yours with a faded sound. You began to feel your heart beat quicken in rage, feeling the alcohol start to kick in. Giving you the strength to finally burst out your feelings and hidden thoughts.

"That sounded like a line in one of my movies. Where'd you get that, Babe?" He quietly sat beside you, giving you a nervous chuckle before taking your hands in his which you quickly rejected with one hostile push of your hand.

You stood up, the transparent, fragile glass in your hands. Your emotions were starting to bubble up and it was beginning to burst into tears. You love him. You gave him your heart. You gave him everything. Yet, he chose to throw it away. You trusted him. You trusted him to fully give his heart to you. However, you didn't realize Mr. Cinderella left his shoe on his way home, and you didn't know..It wasn't just any shoe. It was already his heart. His heart that was once yours, but was now in the hands of another woman. A woman that was the complete opposite of you. A woman who was sexier, and hotter. A woman he probably ever dreamt of.

A woman who isn't you.

"Isn't it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy, Chris?" You aggravatingly spoke, biting your lower lip hard in anger. The pain was finally poisoning you alive, and it was time that it did.

"W-What? What are you saying?--" He stood up, daring to even walk close, his face looking so confused, a face that you wanted to slap a million times. His face that could lure you into believing him again with just one snap of his sad puppy eyes, and his beautiful lips that continued speaking words that were full of lies. "--You got to stop, Love. You're already drunk, I know you get emotional when you're drunk--"

"Do you really know me, Chris? Do you? Well, Mr. I-know-everything-about-my-wife..What does my face say right now?"

His baby blue eyes stared downright at you, deeply staring, his eyes turning scared and afraid. "It's the face that I never want to forget. The face that was once full of happiness but is now filled with sadness. A face that--" You cut him off, your eyes turning cloudy as you got the unknown watch from your pockets, your fingers trembling in absolute fury as you harshly pushed the watch on his muscly chest, hard enough to tell that you weren't in your usual state. Hard enough to show him that the woman in front of him wasn't the same anymore. "--A face that isn't hers. A face that isn't the woman you've been secretly dating, flirting and fucking with. This face I have right now? Isn't the face you ever want to see from me!" He grabbed the watch that you furiously pushed, examining it with utmost curiosity before his face fell, like his world fell apart. Pathetic. "That watch. It isn't mine, Chris. It's under our fuckin' bed. We don't have a daughter in this home for God's sake! where would that watch even come from?!" You began shouting hysterically, finally caught up in your inexplainable rage.

You thought you were the princess in your own fairy tale. Turns out you were the knight in shining armor who kept on fighting and protecting the pure love you both had. The love that was now ruined forever because of one unforgivable sin. His infidelity.

"Th-that was my sister's! You know how she loves her watches! I was about to give this back to her but--"

You heavily dropped the glass on your coffee table. Loud enough to startle his dog named 'Dodger' that was currently barking nonstop, however that didn't stop you. "I'M DONE WITH YOUR FUCKIN' LIES, EVANS!" You loudly screamed, glaring up at him with the most wrathful look you could ever give to anyone. Your tears threatening to fall, and one by one it did. They were traitors, just like the man in front of you. He was a traitor of your heart.

"I-I called your sister when I was back in (Y/H/T). That watch isn't the only evidence I have, You weren't being too discreet when you uploaded that fuckin' video of dodger singing because I damn sure heard your ex's voice laughing in the background, you fucking invited her in our damn house!" You sneered, your words coming out like venom. His broad, thewy shoulder fell in surrender. He finally lost because he was caught. The traitor was finally caught red handed.

"You've changed. We've changed. The sweetness turned into coldness, everything's starting to feel fake now.." You frankly said and paused, sniffing loudly. "Wh-what happened to us, Chris? What did I do wrong? Is it me? It has always been me, I know." You mumbled to yourself, tears falling like rain on the newly waxed floor.

Chris began pulling on the strands of his black hair in frustration. Never looking at you in the eye, hesitating to speak or not, "I-I loved you, I still do, (Y/N). I do, I loved you,"  He trailed off, seeming to be in a baffled state, his eyes shamefully having the courage to stare straight back at you. There, you saw him shedding tears, his blue eyes turning reddish from the cries.

"Loved? Funny how one letter can create a whole new meaning to the word," You gave a broken laugh, saying it with bitterness and with a broken heart. "L-Let's fix this, Babe. W-we can fix this.." Chris walked towards you, grabbing your face with his cold, large, calloused hands. His face turning paler as fear washed away the love it once had. He was scared, probably scared to be left alone and abandoned by the wife that promised to be with him by hook or by crook. You were starting to disappear in his life, slowly staring to fade away, you were ready to let him go and that made him scared for the life he decided to create. A life without you, a life without his wife that he shared vows with.

You angrily slapped his hands away, feeling grossed out because you imagined those hands had obviously just been held by his bitch. "We can't fix something that has already been broken. You broke my trust, and most importantly my heart, Christopher!"

He took a few long, fast strides before wrapping you in a desperate tight hug. One tight hug that wasn't impossible for you to breath in, you could sense his body shake from weeping. You could sense the fear that was wrapped inside of him, the fear of loosing you once and for all. "We-we can fix this..I-I can fix you again..W-we can make this work--"

"Don't try and fix me when all you need is to fix yourself!" You seethed, breath starting to come out deeper and more harsh. "I am not the man who cheated here! I wasn't the person who destroyed this marriage! It's all on you! You committed adultery! You remained unfaithful, yet you want to try and fix this?! What makes you think you would never try and do it again?!"

"Because I would never!! I'm never gonna do it again! I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry! Please!" Chris's cold hands caught your wrists, his hot tears falling from his eyes. He began to violently use your feeble hands to hit him. But, you could never. You just can't physically hurt the man that you used to love. "--Just hit me, slap me, kick me, I fucking deserve it, Babe! I deserve--"

"You deserve to fucking feel the pain I felt! You fucking deserve to feel the regret once I leave you for good!"

Chris fell hard on his knees, weeping so hard, hopelessly wrapping his muscly arms around your weak legs. He began begging when he knew you were ready to jump out of the house without any second thought. Appearing to find that begging can be the only way he could have you back. "N-NO! Please! Please, no! Don't leave me! I can make her leave! I'll leave her, (Y/N)! Just, p-please! Don't leave me! I beg you...I beg you...."

You forcefully untangled his arms that was wrapped around your body, but he was trying not to let you go, no matter how easy it is to leave..It was difficult especially having a heart that never wanted to lose hope in this marriage you were in. "Ch-Chris," You choked up in your own tears, hearing him plead in despair made you not want to leave. Nonetheless, your decision was final.

"It's time for you to let me go, Love. It's time for me to go,"

"N-No...I'm never letting you g-go, (Y/N)...N-Never." He cried, and you could hear him whimper. His arms deliberately loosened. How you did it was a complete miracle. But, now..now you were finally free.

"You began to let me go from the moment you secretly dated her behind my back," You stood in front of him, head held high with fresh tears falling from your eyes. Never planning on leaning down to give him his one last kiss because he didn't deserve it after all.

"I never want to hear your name during my life anymore." You whispered to him, "W-we could've been happy, if you just realized my love could fulfill you,"

"--but you didn't realize that, so you decided to become greedy and chose to find a different kind of love from someone else,"

You spun on your heels, turning your back away from him, you heard him cry more. It was louder this time, The realization began to hit him so hard, like a brick thrown on a wall, finally regretting every stupid decision he made. You turned your back away from the future that you thought you would have. A future with Chris. Things have turned the other way around as Chris was now a part of your past, he was once your future, nevertheless because of one sin, everything turned upside down. Turning everything worse for him, but becoming better for you.

The knight was finally free from the armor she was wearing, now she was a vulnerable knight without a job and her armor to protect the love that she thought was still there. A love that wasn't real and true.

You were finally free.

Now, Mr. Cinderella could finally marry the princess he deserved and wished for.

A princess that will never be you.

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Awwww! I'm cooing rn! Thank you for the mention, bb @searchingforbucky 😭😍 And yes, I think that's Winter's Gem you're talkin' about 😊 Bucky is certainly a gigolo in it 😉 and the other summaries you included describes Winter's Gem perfectly, sweet anon! 😊

Hi!! First your blog is amazing and I love the fact that you take the time to help so many people. 😘😘 Second, I’m not sure if you’ve gotten this one before, but it’s a stripper au. Where Bucky is a gigilo (I don’t know how to spell it lol) and the reader work’s there cause her mom owns the place. Her mom is super abusive and everybody is afraid her except for Bucky. I’m sure there’s more I could write but I’m not very good at summaries.

Hi! Thank you for the support honey 💓 this sounds like “Winters Gem” by @seb-owns-these-tatas :)

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Chapstick (Lance Tucker x you)

Characters: Lance Tucker x female Reader

Summary: Y/N was in the middle of getting trained for the Olympics when her boyfriend decided to talk to her just to break up. Lance sees his trainee having a mental breakdown and he didn't hesitate to comfort her.

Warnings: A LOT of cuss words. We're talking about Lance Tucker, Tater tots. An asshole ex boyfriend. Kinda asshat, Tucker. Just kinda?

Words: 3,763

A/N: This is my first oneshot for him, I guess? I hope y'all would love it because I had fun writing him!

Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS.

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. 

"What do you mean it's not good, coach? I've did what you wanted me to do!" You huffed and panted at the same time. Chest heaving up and down as you eyed your hot coach, all prepped up with his blue, white and red uniform that he never ceases to forget to wear every damn day. He stood before you looking like a Greek god and you mentally slapped yourself for thinking about obscene things with him when you were in a relationship with your boyfriend. Plus, Lance was a total douche towards you so imagining those things could make you cringe at the thought because of his obnoxious personality that was overpowering the attraction you had for the man, mentally killing the attraction you had.

"You wobbled," Lance 'the fucker' Tucker spat as a matter of fact, squinting his eyes on your ungraceful form, probably judging you inside his head.

You rolled your eyes in discreet, he probably saw that because you do it all the time but he didn't bother acknowledging it. You marched out of the mat to go chalk your hands because it seemed to sweat a little much today. Your high bun ponytail swinging in the same time with your heavy footsteps. Here you thought your coach would stop pestering you, it turns out he never knew when to shut his filthy..gorgeous mouth of his.

"Did I tell you to fucking walk off?" Lance spat, his brows cinched together. He was acting like a pole was up in his butt, even more hot headed than the days before. He was certainly not helping your mixed emotions running inside your stupid head. "I'm this close to ripping your balls away and making you eat it alive!" You reprimanded back, teeth gritted together. The sudden power answering him back shocked you because you never did since day one. However, today seemed to be an exception. Lance was acting more of an asshole than he is and he better not make a mistake because you could turn feral when provoked.

"Do it! Fucking do it, I fucking dare you, Y/N!" He barked back, marching towards you with that fiery gaze of his. His gaze looked so sexy and hot, yet you were trying your hardest not to get affected by your raging hormones travelling inside of your head and in between your legs. You were a taken lady, have a boyfriend even. A boyfriend who appear to be distant and cold the past weeks. Your heart stopped beating when you felt Lance's hands on the sides of your arms, his fingers digging on your sides, he leaned down to be in line with your vision. It was then and there you saw how beautiful the colors of his eyes were, they were a pretty pair despite of the pissed off look he was giving you. He was being the epitome of a walking sin. "You're all talk and less action, Y/L/N. Kitty got scared?" His pretty Steele blue eyes was livid. Eyebrows all up and daring you, "I'd rather have your lips sucking my balls, wouldn't it be a waste if you would throw it away? Come on, Y/N." He clucked his tongue, cocking his head to the side as he found everything amusing, yet slightly aggravating for you. "Have a little fun while you have it,"

Lance's tasteful lips turned into a smirk, his demeanor goading you into grabbing the bait. "My nuts won't bite...unless triggered,"

Your jaw was tightly clenched, your next words coming out of your lips harshly, eyes completely trained on the piercing blue eyes of your trainer, trying hard not to back down and kiss his feet. "You sick fuck," Your nickname for him made him raise a brow, shaking his head in entertainment. "Why are you even so mad at me right now? I did nothing wrong!"

His hands began to rest on the sides of his hips, and you knew in that simple gesture meant that he switched to his coach mode, full rant about your performance with the practice was about to get jot down like bullets. "You keep doing mistakes, even have a difficult time registering the basics inside your head!" Lance licked his lips in aggravation, pointing a finger at you. "If you're goddamn distracted because of one stupid fucking lover problems, you better know to throw those pathetic distractions away while you're here! We gotta act professional, Y/N!"

An audible loud snort came out of you as you shook your head in utter disbelief. "Wow," You spat as a matter of fact, giving him a series of claps. Entirely amused by the methods of his coaching. "So much to say for yourself, Coach. Aren't you the sick fuck who was asking a twenty year old to suck his balls a while ago?"

He had back you away till your back hit a cold metal pole. Lance was eyeing you down like a lion watching his prey, never even forgetting to give you a once over because you looked completely exquisite in your leotard. "I wasn't asking," He muttered nonchalantly, popping a gum inside his filthy mouth, Mint. Definitely mint because whenever he had to talk to you up close, his minty breath was all you could ever sniff besides his spicy, macho perfume that all the itchy ladies loved. "It was a great suggestion rather than ripping my balls off alive," Lance chewed on his gum very loudly, making you more irritated by his huge ego, conceitedness and arrogance.

He was clearly even a walking asshat, you mindlessly thought over the back of your mind. Embedding that opinion inside your head over and over again.

Your staring contest was cut off when both of you heard a loud knock on a wall, letting his presence be known. Lo and behold, the boy who had forget about you for an entire week stood at the end of the gym. Looking all innocent and anxious as he stood his weight from one foot to the other. He then yelled, never looking bothered that Lance seemed to be rather much close to you and has you trapped in his presence. "May I speak to her?" Your boyfriend croaked out, sounding unattractively throaty. "It's important,"

Lance spun his heels around, his brows deeply furrowed, eyes squinted and glaring at the young man who came to see you. He looked definitely more furious than before, "What if I fucking say no?" He spoke aloud, oblivious that he raised a hand to brush his perfectly fuck boy gelled up hair. "We're practicing! Come back when she's fucking done being an uncoordinated gymnast!" He lowly snorted, only you had the advantage because you were close to your asshole of a coach. His piercing blue eyes swiftly landed on you, cocking his head to where your boyfriend was, a lopsided smile on show. "Limp dick's here to get his damsel in distress, if you ever were in a fucking distress which I clearly can't see,"

"Can you stop being an asshole for one second?" You exasperatedly whisper-yelled at the Adonis in front of you, sounding desperate as you were on the verge on exploding all your pent up emotions towards everyone. You definitely had to deal with your boyfriend right now, and Lance is not helping. Your heels whipped around, eyes leaving your very amused coach in the gym as you flipped him the bird after he yelled, "I'm giving you five minutes, so you better not fuck like rabbits in my gym!"

You shake your head, rubbing your temples together as you paraded towards where your boyfriend was, looking serious and mad. Well, what was his problem then? You weren't the person who became distant, forgetting that you have a boyfriend. It was technically the other way around. Arms crossed in front of him, you glared into his eyes. Totally showing how pissed off you were at him, yet the sentence he spat seem to irk you more. "Lance Tucker? Really, Y/N? There are tons of great coaches in the world, why the fuck did you pick him?"

"Everybody had 24 hours a day, so why didn't you fucking bother talking to me when all I ever wanted was a bit of your attention?"

(Y/BF/N)'s eyes went all wide. Igniting that growing anger inside of him. "Don't change the topic, Y/N--"

"You're here to bitch out about why I chose Lance as a coach? Why don't we skip the irrelevant problem and go straight to the main problem? Why. Did. You. Ignored. Me. For. A. Week Y/BF/N?" Your words were emphasized and even your emotions. The more that your conversation continues, the more it gets intense. From the moment you've started raising your voice, a man who have been busying himself with his phone on the other end of the gym have raised his head, instantly setting his pretty blue eyes as he was checking if you were still fine.

Which is exactly the opposite.

"Babe," Y/BF/N tried to reach your arm, yet you were faster and harshly jerked his hand away. "Oh no you don't," He dropped his hands in a tight fist, glaring down at your figure. Oh, the audacity. "Don't call me that because it's giving me shivers,"

"Bet he calls you that too," He spat, his eyebrows cinched together in fury. Was he really thinking you and Lance had something together? Sure, your coach was a womanizer, but you...you won't go that far with him. Your mind was set, you've picked Lance because he won gold and silver. He has a lot of potential in teaching you how to win the gold. You know everything happening was strictly professional..sometimes. But, it's not the point. You know he's a great gymnast.

Former limp dick shrugged his lanky shoulders, staring straight at you with no remorse, showing the animosity that you didn't expect to come from him. He was acting strange, like he's become a changed man in just over a week. "You probably moan his name in bed either, Maggie showed me the video,"

Well, that made your eyebrows grow up higher than the empire state building.

"Maggie--Maggie Townsend? How the fuck do you even know her? And what video?"

You've notice a pair of eyes have been on you since the moment your argument started, you couldn't help but take a glimpse at the asshole of a coach that you have.

His eyes were tightly squinted together, Lance looked like he was ready to pounce on Y/BF'S/N, eyebrows all furrowed and serious..Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him being all protective, guarding you like a hawk. Even thinking that your boyfriend would hurt you at that exact moment..Not until Lance started wiggling his brows, nodding knowingly at you while he raised his wrist, showing you the time while he gestured that you only had two minutes left.

Y/BF'S/N technically curved your question and started ranting with his unstoppable dirty ass mouth, making your insides go at war with your emotions. He was really getting on your nerves right now and Lance didn't let that go unnoticed when you started impatiently tapping your foot on the floor while you tightened your fists. "Don't be an in denial bitch, Y/N. You're just like everybody else. What's even special about him? His huge ego? Conceited self? A narcissistic bastard? Or his arrogance turned you on, so that's why you gave in?" He whisper-yelled, scared that Lance would hear the argument. Wow, what a limp dick indeed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?" You yelled and the whole gym echoed. Lance began to cross his arms, his thewy biceps already popping out of his red, blue and white uniform. Every little bit of his attention was practically on you, and only you.

"Don't play dumb on me, Y/N. I had to force this out of Maggie in exchange for..something valuable. If I didn't give her what she wanted, then I wouldn't have known this,"

"What the fuck are you talking about? What did you even give her?" You didn't realized that your voice started to go quieter, smaller and weak. There was a hunch inside your head, but you were trying your hardest not to believe it. However, your boyfriend's next words broke you whole, tearing the trust and love you had for him. Even your big, youthful heart.

Y/BF'S/N's whole demeanor changed, he held his head up high as he looked down on you. Seeing you in the verge of tearing apart was feeding his ego and pride. It was making him damn happy for a lie that was fed off to him by a woman who was extremely infatuated at him. Hard. "Paradise. Just like those kind that Mr. Lance-the-fucker-Tucker gives you,"

"W-What?" You stuttered, and Lance saw how your shoulders fell. It wasn't the Y/N he knew. You should've sassily raised a brow at your boyfriend, show him those fangs that he sees all the time.

Lance sighed exasperatedly to himself, pinching at his temples. "Fuck, Tucker. Don't interfere, don't fucking involve yourself." He chanted like it was his mantra.

"That's right, Y/N. Now, you know how it feels,"

You blew out a breath you've been holding, glowering at him with an incredulous glint in your eyes. "Are you seriously thinking straight right now?" You spat, squinting your eyes at him and realizing that his eyes looked entirely different, too different and colored. "Oh, God. No you aren't. Your eyes are full blown red, you're...you're--"

Lance saw how you washed your face with your hand, trying to hold back on punching your ex-boyfriend in the face. He saw you raise your arm, pointing towards where the exit was.

"Get outta my fucking sight, Y/BF/N! You're a fucking douche bag, an asshole!"

Y/BF'S/N cocked his head to the side, smirking widely. His mouth never knowing when to stop, "If I'm an asshole, then you're a bitch. Fair enough?"

The whole gym was quiet, your mind went blank and you just wanted to scream at him for showing you his true demons. He wasn't the boy you used to love, the boy in front of you was a huge bastard, he even had the courage to smirk after basically telling you he had sex with your friend turned enemy when she began leaving you for a new, popular group of friends and her boyfriend who have been the popular boy in school.

Past was definitely the past. Time's changed now and you were already in your freshman year, you knew she went to a university far from you but you didn't expect she'll still be around. Maggie even had to guts to ruin your relationship and lie just to have her favorite, new eye-candy who was technically not available, yet that didn't stop them from fucking each other.

You could feel yourself frowning, eyes all cloudy and warm. Uh-oh, you thought to yourself. Your tears were threatening to fall and if he doesn't leave, then he'll have the satisfaction to see you crying over a worthless boy.

"Aw, guilty as charged, Y/N?" He badly teased, leaning down to take a better view of your face. You were about to open your mouth and shout a loud cuss on his face, yet you heard a voice that you didn't expect would be your knight in shining armor because he can also be a knight in shining asshole at the same time. But, to make everything a little better, Lance probably thought it was time to show his assholey-ness towards a person who was born the same race with him.

"Hey, dick-sucking-fucker! That's enough! Out of my fucking gym," Lance crossed his arms after practically marching with heavy foot steps as he went towards where you were. Y/BF'S/N gave him a scowl and to your surprise, Lance snaked his hand on your shoulder, clamping his hand tightly on your arm. Mentally telling you now to cry over a petty boy like your ex. You bit your lip hard before squeezing yourself in between the empty space of Lance's arm, which made him lift a lopsided smile when you did.

He saw how your ex-boyfriend took notice of the interaction. That's good, Lance's mindlessly thought at the back of his mind. That's what he wanted Y/BF'S/N to feel. He wanted him to die inside his own insecurities and doubtfulness, believing over a manipulated gossip that was obviously a lie.

"What are you going to fucking do about it, asshole?"

Lance shrugged, chewing on his gum rather loudly than he intended too. "I'm letting you choke up a fucking pole while you try and smoke another joint, Limp dick."

"M-My dick is not limp," Y/BF'S/N reprimanded, stuttering by Lance's intimidating aura. Just his mere presence could make his ego turn to dust. Your coach snickered, chuckling to himself and raising his hand to point out what he wanted to say. "Small dick? better? I remember how Y/N told me it was a size of a--what was that called? Oh, a fucking Chapstick,"

"You assho--!"

"I'm an asshole, but at the same fucking time," Lance breathed though his nose, eyes blazing and taunting. "I'm the fucking God of gymnastics and that's why your fucking girlfriend whom you took for fucking granted chose me over your good-for-nothing self!"

You were moved when Lance rapidly snatched your ex-boyfriend's shirt by the neck, his steele blue eyes entirely in rage, completely heated with anger because of how Y/BF'S/N was disrespecting you. Your heart stopped as you stared at the both of them having an intense staring competition.

You could see how Lance was panting hard and how startled your ex boyfriend was from how your coach snapped. "Leave, weed dick. I don't want you near my gym at all costs, if all you'll ever do is let a beautiful, precious woman cry her heart out, then you better leave. Out. NOW. "

Beautiful. Lance's words kept replaying inside your head even after he pushed your ex-boyfriend away towards the exit. He suddenly became nice and it was impossible.

You stood rooted on the ground, completely shook from the sudden plot twist that happened in your life. The loud bang of the door made you jump, and you saw how Lance marched towards you. A grimace shown in his attractive features. Once he stopped in arms reach, you were startled to feel his rough fingers wiping your hot tears away. "Stop," He nonchalantly uttered, ignoring your questioning eyes. "Stop crying for a useless asshole like him, he doesn't fucking deserve it,"

He placed his hands on his hips after wiping your tears away, scratching his neck as he glanced to see your eyes that needed answers from him. "What--Do you--" You started but ceased yourself to continue as you thought everything all out. You were about to open your mouth for the second time when his next words kept your mouth zipped.

"I meant it,"

You raised a brow at him. Sniffing your snot away. What did he mean that he meant it? Your asshole of a boyfriend broke up with you and now your coach says he meant it? Did he meant to call you beautiful? He's kidding.."I meant that he's a fucking limp dick, Y/N. Do you really think I'll fucking call you beautiful when you're giving me a headache because of being so uncoordinated?!" Lance saved himself from being misunderstood. Unless, he was lying. He was now crossing his bulgy arms, and repeatedly placing his hand back on his hips like he was acting fidgety.

"I wasn't even saying anything?" You spoke back, a small smile wanting to come out but you're fighting it back. Trying to appear serious in front of your bothered coach. "You're uncoordinated and fucking hard headed," Lance sternly muttered to himself, his scowl and eyebrows tightly cinched together. Finding out how those words slipped out of his dirty little tucker mouth. You could feel your hidden pride clapping inside of your brain as a smirk lifted your lips up in entertainment, "I'm uncoordinated and hard headed,"

Lance huffed to himself, eyebrows raising as he nodded so big. "Took you long enough to realize, Y/N!"

You lowly laughed to yourself, eyeing him up as he was towering over you. His perfume so aromatic that it could hypnotize you and maybe it did because you were starting not to think straight, "But that didn't stop you from staring at my ass the entire time,"

You stood on your tippy toes, trying to reach his ears and the look on his face was priceless. "I'm uncoordinated and so hard headed that you so wanted to fuck, Lance Tucker."

Y/N had the last laugh because she was right and for the first time, Lance the fucker tucker was speechless because everything she said was true and he couldn't believe it himself.

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Issues (Carter Baizen x You)

Characters: Carter Baizen x Fem! Reader.

Summary: You've seen it on the news. Carter Baizen and a woman who can make your insecurities go wild. Serena Van der Woodsen kissing the love of your life.

Prompt: "I want to help you through this, I really do, just not as your girlfriend.", "Please, just stay a little longer.", "Why won't you admit it?!", "When she told you to leave, you should have stayed." (Forgot where I got this from, but I think its from Tumblr)

Warning: Mention of ya'no but no ya'no? Do ya get me? Heehee! 😂 Sad reader and Carter. ANGST!

Words: 1,600+ (This was supposed to only be a drabble but what happened. Damn it.

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You've heard the news. It was on the internet and even spread by Gossip Girl itself. People of Manhattan knew you were his girlfriend. The accused gold-digger, garbage collector of some rich woman's trash that you gladly accepted because you were more of a trash than Carter Baizen in the flesh.

You huffed, trying to ignore the way his eyes were pale waves of the ocean that meant that tears were threatening to fall as you finally bursted his happy bubble.

"I want to help you through this, I really do, just not as your girlfriend." You mumbled, clicking your tongue out of habit. You could feel his gloomy, piercing blue eyes staring right through you. Begging for you not to leave his miserable, pathetic, complicated ass.

"No," Carter pleaded, his voice turning smaller like you were slowly killing him. You were. On the inside. "Please don't do this," He repeated over and over again, wanting nothing more than to fall down on his knees and keep his arms around your knees, praying to the heavens that you wouldn't leave him. "Please, just stay a little longer."

Your eyes were stinging for it to leave tears from your eyes. But, you didn't want to cry. No. You didn't want to cry for Carter. Despite of how you gave the only thing that you could give. Your heart. "Do you really love me?" You spat, staring straight into his puffy, reddish Steele blue eyes that looked nothing but hurt. "Or is it still Serena?"

The question made him shake his head furiously, he knew how insecure you were with the famous, rich, gorgeous, meticulous Serena Van der Woodsen.

Well, who were you anyways? You were just a mere human who works as a waitress in a restaurant in which you happen to meet Carter Baizen who was dating Serena back then.

"Y/N--" He started, his eyes pricking tears that were threatening to fall any minute now. "Why won't you admit it?!" You shouted, completely hopeless and wanted nothing more than to erase the fresh memories of Carter kissing Serena in a field full of trees.

"It's you! It's been you all along, Y/N!" Carter answered back with the same intensity. Though his eyes tell different. Carter didn't want to lose you, however he fucked up. He knew he fucked up and because of it he knows what consequences will be charged from his stupidity. "You know I love you,"

"Wow," You faked a laugh. Those laugh of yours was full of pain and betrayal. Carter had never seen you laugh so hostile and he wanted nothing more than to bring back the time and push Serena out of his way. "I've never heard that in months, Baizen."

"--When she told you to leave, you should have stayed." You muttered nonchalantly, voice all monotone and swerving his eyes as you stare at the parked car beside you. Your next words adding salt to the wounds he created. "So, you wouldn't have used somebody else's heart for the sake of your happiness,"

Traitors. Your tears were your best traitors because it fell before you could even know it. Carter tried to reach out for you, he planned to wipe away those tears that he happened to make. Though, all his plans were wasted when you pushed his hands away with fury. Spitting your next words like it was vile. "That is if you were even happy with me!"

Your tears were left to dry from the city's polluted air and Carter can do nothing but stare at how his girl was breaking because of his doing. It was all his fault. Everything was. "--Because you've meant the world to me, Carter." Your voice began to helplessly crack and Carter could only stare back at you with his bloodshot eyes. Everything you were saying was giving him pain because seeing you burst and cry in front of him was the last thing he wanted to see.

Yet, you still did and it was because of his mistakes.

It was like your hands have a mind of its own when it automatically lifted halfway through to wipe the subtle tears that fell on the sides of Carter's eyes. Though, he was quick to harshly wash it away with the back of his hands. Not wanting to let you see how bad you were breaking him but he was too late.

You choked in your own tears, as you stuttered. The undeniably painful truth was hurting you the most. "I-Is it because I'm not those high-socialites you've hanged out with?"

After a blink, another tear came flowing down your face. You were lucky you didn't use any mascara because if you did, you probably looked horrible as hell as of the moment. It was like your tongue felt numb, some kind of bane that poisoned your tongue from saying the next painful, distressing truth. "Or is it because I wasn't as beautiful as Serena or Blaire?"

From the moment you said those words, Carter was quick to grab your face with his soft palms, his Steele blue eyes completely broken in despair. Desperate to wash away those horrible thoughts that was haunting your self-confidence or yourself.

"D-Don't say that!" He pleaded, tenderly wiping your tears away with his thumbs. You gave in and let him hold you like you were fragile. You just missed how he cradled you when you were feeling down. The look in your eyes made him desperately scan your face. You bit your lip, attempting to stop the tears from falling but that just made it fall even more. "I-I know I am not the slightest ideal woman that you've ever wanted, Car." You paused, sniffing. "I have never been," You choked, voice cracking and sounding hoarse from the cries. "And the only useful thing that I could do was to love you unconditionally,"

Carter have desperately grabbed onto you, wrapping his desperate arms around you and constantly giving your forehead a lot of desperate kisses which came with his pleads. "No, no, no," His voice cracked as he sobbed through his beseeching. "I love you, Y/N."

"--I love you very much,"

He hugged you tight. So tight that you were wondering how you were able to breath. You could faintly smell the masculine, spicy scent of his cologne that you loved that was always trapped in your sheets whenever he came over to spend the night. Though, you might need to not get used it anymore.

"No,no,no.." Carter pleaded for the hundredth time, hastily grabbing your face and melting into his gorgeous, watery, Steel blue eyes. "Don't go. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It was all a misunderstanding! You got it all wrong--"

You blinked, hopelessly staring back into his eyes. Completely disappointed and broken. "I know what I saw, Carter! I'm poor, uneducated but not entirely stupid!" On a weak attempt, you grabbed onto his hands. Unclasping his hands as he dropped it on either side of him defeatedly.

Carter wanted nothing more than to keep you in his arms. His faithless eyes pierced into your pained heart, snapping the melancholy state of Carter Baizen, saving it inside the memories that you've been keeping to remember it forever.

"Good bye, Carter Baizen." You spun on your heels, another set of tears falling from the sides of your eyes like Niagara falls. Your next words seeming quieter as it cracked for the tenth time.

"I hope it hurts to think of me,"

Y/N hoped at the back of her mind. Wanting nothing more than for Carter Baizen to cry in his sleep. As he tries to remember how precious and important she ever was in his complicated life.

"What am I going to do without you?" Carter whispered, his breath hitting your ear. The both of you were cuddled in his king sized bed, his warmth was enveloping you in a hug. Not that he wasn't being the big spoon and you were the little spoon. You shivered as his fingers cascaded from your arms towards your back. The coldness of his rings was comforting you in a way that can make your heart beat pump so hard, knowing that only one touch can make you feel like you were in cloud 9. It was definitely the Baizen effect that only he can give.

You laughed ever so tiredly from your previous toing and froing beneath the sheets. "Probably crash and burn?"

"I bet cha', Baby." Carter chuckled, lifting his head to lightly kiss your naked shoulder.

Crash and burn. Well, the same goes for you if it was the other way around.

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Tickle My Pickle (Bi!Tj Hammond x You)

Characters: NSFW. Needy!Bi!TJ Hammond x You

Summary: You were in the midst of reviewing for your exams and Tj barged into your home with a need to tickle his pickle. But, then you asked where his pickle was and everything turned upside down. Including you. ;)

Warning: A LOT of sexual references. Tj being one needy hottie. Tj being pranked by his friends with some certain type of drug. Wink wink nudge nudge. No smut yet, but words are straight to the point in this one. 

Words: 1,371 words. Short. I know. Heehee. I plan to cockblock y’all.

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"God, I need to tickle my pickle,"

 Tj Hammond blurted out loud as he deeply let out a sigh. Exclaiming his exasperation at everything happening around the world.

The handsome baby boy was slouched opposite of you. Top part of his body was unclad; wearing nothing but a pair of black, tight, ripped jeans. He sat with his back lazily behind the couch and at the same time, Thomas was fiddling with the pendant dangling around his neck. The silver, stainless object being one lucky charm at having the moment of its life by getting the opportunity to lay on Tj's lean, protuberant chest that you've loved to caress.

You've audibly huffed. Eyes solely on the annoying pendant that Tj has been fiddling since the moment he got there. Thus, you got no other choice but to sit in front of the cute, white, table with legs crossed while you tried to get a full on review for your test tomorrow.

You've lifted your head prior to nose diving on your notebook. A questionable gaze falling back towards your huffing baby boy who had his Crimson lips in a cute pout. There was a small smile urging your face to contort, "Your what? Tickle your what now?"

The latter huffed another audible sigh, grumbles left his lips as he shook his right leg up and down in an anxious manner or rather in a sense that he was having filthy thoughts inside his head that looked like he was riling himself up. You knew him and his ways, even knew his minimal gestures and your boyfriend seemed to be in a thirsty state that only you could satiate.

"My pickle," Tj grumbled with a tight crease of his perfectly shaped brows, voice turning gravel-like and a lot more frustrated as his leg swung faster like he was nervous or something.

"Where's your pickle? What pickle?"

Thomas didn't know what to do at that response and it just urged him to chuckle so lowly that your response made him thwart even more. He tightly bit his lip and unconsciously spread his legs apart. Manspreading at it's finest and it made you snap your eyes towards the center of him where a bulge began to tent since the moment he arrived. Nape languidly falling on the back of the couch as he momentarily closed his beautiful baby blues with a leg still swinging up and down like he was trying hard not to take off his clothes for you.

You've inspected his actions, the way he was swinging his leg up to the part where he had a prominent bulge wanting to come out of his pants. Did he seriously just took something to make himself suffer?

Your stressed out baby boy sighed a deep one, unconsciously smoothing his hand down his clothed thighs with his damp hands, his thumbs giving a swipe on the apex of his thighs before closing and manspreading his legs apart. "--And the most dumbest woman goes to...drumrolls please," Tj uttered out loud with emphasis, hands clapping together like an idiot which made you give him the stink eye, "Y/N Y/L/N!"

Now that the notebook was forgotten. A point was ticked for a man who had a mission and you noticed him grin with his eyes closed. You turned your book shut and frustratingly inquired, "What? I don't even--whatever, Hammond,"

With your hands behind your back, you've scanned your troubled baby boy. He was now sitting up right, head lifted off the couch and his set of pretty baby blues focusing on you. He licked his lips and eyed your over sized shirt. Taut nipples could be seen and he knew you were beginning to be distracted; to be turned on.

You boyfriend managed to drop a hand in the middle of his clothed thighs, thumbs softly caressing the fly that was bound to be opened. He subtly groaned to himself and just wanted to have his release since the moment he'd been on Tone's party, the latter couldn't stay put. Especially when he had received a drink from the birthday boy himself. He didn't forget to leave a loud cuss back in Tone's home because a little while later after he'd taken his drink, Tj began to sweat and feel so hot. The type of hot that he needed to quench and he didn't need those male model or women who was invited to relieve the itch he'd been feeling. That was Tone's mission, but his was different. His friend probably didn't even know that his relationship with you was actually serious. In Tone's perspective, how will it even be serious when he's a thirty year old man and you're a college student who managed to run into him in the supermarket where he had first seen Sean.

Tone has been telling him not to be serious in this relationship he had with you because what if history repeats itself and Tj unfortunately had his heart up his sleeves again?

It's like the memories brought back memories because what happened back when he saw Sean, eventually happened when he ran into you. He was scared at first because his first thoughts was that maybe it'll be a repeat of the disaster he'd had, but once he began to feel the happiness you always bring, those negative thoughts slowly went away. Slowly but surely.

"Did you just take some Viagra or something because you look bothered?"

The tone in your voice was a complete cringe. You were straight out staring at his straining bulge that seemed to stress out of its confinement, eyes squinted at the tent raging inside his pants. You reluctantly stood on your feet, planning to see if the bulge was even real. But, the truth is you just wanted to touch him.

It's been days since he hadn't visited you. Especially that you were having your exam week and you've restricted him to visit you in the midst of your review because god knows how he was a complete, utter distraction for you.

Says the feet that unconsciously went to where he sat.

Your question has been ignored by the latter, Tj didn't know how to tell you that he was pranked by one of his closest friends. Offering him a drink but actually had Viagra inside of the liquor. He couldn't help but groan at how stupid he was for not noticing his friend's grins when they offered it to him. Now, he was left all hot and bothered. Too hot and too bothered. "You are seriously the most ignorant little thing," he gravelly spoke as a matter of fact. Teeth subtly biting his lower lip as his mind simply went downwards. He could just imagine you licking his balls for all he care.

Damn, yes. He wanted you to lick his balls with all your might.

He groaned out loud and whined like a baby who haven't been giving the candy he'd been asking, "Are you even my girlfriend? Think I need to find a boyfriend too so he could tickle my pickle? Get it?" a chuckle left his lips and it grew an invisible blush on your face once you've realized what

"Oh," you wanted to smack yourself on the head for being stupid, "Oooooh, you meant--"

Your Tj nodded a huge one. Humming as he does so and his pretty baby blues met yours in a longing and devouring state, his face contorting into a grin as he languidly got his back off the couch, leaning closer and grabbing a hold of your hand. Beautiful pair of eyes gazing back up, completely naive from the salacious proposal of giving himself to you. His thumbs slowly caressed your burning knuckles, both of your bodies hot for the itch that was bound to be scratched. He languidly maneuvered your knuckles to where his lips rested, tenderly giving it a kiss. The provocativeness of drawing his kisses till the tops of your wrist created a ball of knotted butterflies in the pits of your stomach as you noticed Tj's pupils dilate in a manner that could get you kneeling before him in a hot second.

"Yeah, I meant I wanted to master bate, get my cock sucked or maybe if I’m lucky enough, you’ll let my pickle inside that exceptionally tight jar of yours, Love."

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Witcher of the night (Sneakpeak)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!naive reader who came from modern day earth and is now living in the dimension of the Witcher.

A/N: I’M TRYING. I DON’T KNOW HOW THIS WILL LOOK LIKE BECAUSE I JUST WANTED TO WRITE FOR GERALT AND TRY IT SINCE I SUCK AT MEDIEVAL THEME. So, here I am. Trying to mix Medieval, magic and modern era. (It’s just a test because maybe y’all won’t like it) I’m not yet done with it and still writing their dialogues and the ones below will be considered a part for the first chapter. 

This won’t be connected to the series. The plot will be all mine. However, the monsters, characters and places won’t be. 

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"Legolas?" your voice croaked out loud, voice turning small when you've received only a grimace that wouldn't be considered as a fake smile, much to your dismay. Your scrutinizing eyes noticed something different from one of the Lord of the Rings character and it was the maturity of his face, "--a middle aged Legolas! Help me! Use your arrow thingy--"

"---Oh, a sword would suffice."

"Geralt?"

"Why, who is this adorable, small grimy lady here in the middle of the night?"

"---You came here for Geralt, I suppose? One of your..midnight sashays with him?"

"Jaskier,"

"First and foremost, you ruined his nap and now he can be as grumpy as an--an Alghoul! An amputated Alghoul!"

"So, it's basically a zombie!"

"A zom--what? please do enlighten me, Geralt as to what a Zombre is when I can see with my own splendiferous eyes that the monster you've killed is an Alghoul--"

"---Z O M B I E. Zombie."

"A zombie. Alright. I understood you but not entirely, dirty maiden. Geralt--"

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The Shrill (1/?) (Sci-fi)

Characters: Henry Cavill x small! innocent female reader (AU)

Summary: Something was haunting the whole world. A trial to test everybody's will power to live that an unspecified sound could make humanity turn into a death zone with four factors to describe them once they've feel the attacks. You've thought everyone was considered safe in the black mansion you were living in because nobody has reacted to the Shrill for a long time. Until now...

Warnings: Murder. Blood. Angst. Choking. (Not in a sexual way, bb's. *wink wink nudge nudge* The sexual part will be on the next) Aggressive Henry but also sweet. 

Words: 2,500+

A/N: This kept me up all night. It's all in my head and I tried to sleep it off until it reached to a smut and I was like..Ooooh. OOOOooooOOOH. I NEED TO WRITE IT OUT! Hehehe. Here you have it! 💕💕 You'll have your mad Cavill smut on part 2! Btw, I’ve written a body type, If it isn’t your body type then feel free to imagine yours instead. I couldn’t put “*your body type*” because I didn’t like the look of it in the overall imagine. Also, a certain scene was inspired by Divergent! Thank you! 

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Fifteen different people in one huge mansion. A black mansion to be specific. The world has created and experienced chaos and madness as the entirety of humanity was now suffering from a wide unearthly signal that could get certain people to act berserk.

Nobody knew why. Nobody understands the reason and where does it come from, but the people who were living in the huge Mediterranean mansion that you were in were completely free from the violent reactions that may cause.

With violent reactions that can be considered brutal for a kill.

Everyone was laughing in joy, some even had alcohol wrapped around their fingers as they try to blur out all what was happening around the world.

You and Henry were sure that everyone was safe; until one person who had reacted on the sound.

There it was. That certain sound; a high pitched signal. Everyone looked at each other, sensing who were reacting towards the shrill. The effects were truly indistinguishable, you wouldn't know who and what will hit them when the signal can be heard. But, there were contingencies you've felt and heard while everyone was quarantined in the mansion.

There were four factors as to how you would react towards the sound. You've witnessed the most horrifying reaction which was Brute. Your own father has managed to terminate every single one of your family except for you. He was also included in the brutal murder as he aimed the gun to his head. You didn't know if it was intentional or not but he neglected you from the massacre and you didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

You've had hypothetical presentiments as to why they've reacted that way. Facts which are considered sixty-five percent accurate based on how you've been observing everyone's actions. The reason why they've began to violently react to the signal was because they never had committed any wicked sin and actually had a good heart.

Second was altruism. Some people have reacted towards the signal with goodwill and compassion. However, those people were thoroughly godawful in their lives. Committing such abysmal sins which can be considered unlawful to the law and especially to the eyes of God. They suddenly become all incorruptible and law-abiding after the shrill that they don't remember what happened nor do they remember who they were and have been.

Third was The Hushed. Humanity has given these people lemons and not bread. These people were the ill-tormented. They were given the affliction of never having to get to speak what their heart says no matter what happens.  All their lives they have lived in agony and now they were receiving such curse into not having to talk nor having the fate on reacting towards their environment. They were completely the epitome of a coma. Their souls and mind were still living on earth but they were forbidden to move nor react towards their environment.

Last, but not the least as your current observations weren't fully factful; was the Unbalanced. They were the combination of every factors that has been said. They all have their days, it's either you react with brute, altruism or become the Hushed in every other day. They were the unstable ones, the people who you couldn't read when they are attacked by the shrill. To know that they are considered the Unbalance start from acting like a demented person until they were acting normal one day then not on some.

The one that you couldn't get the bottom of is why specific people weren't being attacked by the chime and you couldn't comprehend why you haven't been passively reacting towards the problem at hand and nobody could answer that question for you.

Thus, this ill-fated moment was the most terrifying memory you can ever decipher as the love of your life have caused you a busted lip and a frightening gun in between your forehead.

"Listen to me and I hope you take this into consideration, Nugget." Henry skeptically started; voice all calm and soothing, standing completely tall and jacked before you. Your height differences thoroughly sweeping to the eyes of everyone maybe even cute to some as you stood five foot one before him with big bones; wide hips and small chest. Technically, a bottom hourglass with those stomach flab hidden behind the hoodie of your boyfriend that reached your thighs. An imperfect interpretation of how humanly you were, unlike your love who seemed to be utter perfection.

The latter crossed his burly arms across his prominent chest, combing a hand through his curly locks and sighing deeply to himself like he was trying to understand what his thoughts has been telling him, he licked his lips before peering down at you, giving you that worried gaze he would give whenever his thoughts get the best of him.

You gave him a reassuring smile after he pulled you away from the group of people who were bonding all together. At first, you were questioning why he'd held your wrist, pulling you away from them. But, now you understood his actions.

Despite of sounding confident all the time, today the walls began to break as you've seen your powerful looking man so scared for what he could do to the people around him if he was attacked by the Shrill.

He'd languidly taken the gun latched in between his belt. A frown etched upon his features as his stubble was growing longer. Henry checked the black pistol in his hand, clicking the chambers open to see how many rounds it could take before shutting the clip back and handling the grip to you with a small, glum smile.

You've stared back at him with incredulity. The gun on your palm without knowing what to do with it. Your lower lips wanting to pop out because of what the message actually sounded like. A shake of your head was the only reply you could muster as you felt your heart being grabbed by a claw at a rickety future that was bound to happen because nobody knows how this trial would take.

"If...If I somehow react to it and be a part of the Brute," he trailed off, stepping closer to you and reaching out for the side of your jaw; his rough, calloused fingers dancing across the nape of your neck as he subtly gave a smooth caress. Beautiful ocean blue eyes with tiny specks of brown on his left eye, gazing down at you with a look you've seen since the moment you've manage to develop feelings with each other when the nightmare happened; utter love and respect, "---and if you must shoot me before I cause chaos to everyone, do it. Understand?"

Another shallow shake of your head, repeatedly doing so with a begrudging heart, "Henry," you pleaded, not wanting to do it as the action will fall on your hands. The responsibility of shooting him would be your nightmare forever. "N-No, I--I don't even know how to shoot a gun. I--I won't ever forgive myself if that ever happens. Ask me anything, but that!" the tremble of your voice was evident. You shook your head once more, objecting at his wishes and never submitting.

"Panic will consume you and once it does, you're surprised you've already shot me to death, Y/N."  Henry tried to lighten the mood as he managed to get out a toothy grin. Though, you knew his heart was shaking at the painful truth he could decipher, "I'd rather accept that you shoot me. I'd rather see your face before I die,"

You could feel your eyebrows in a tight knot, your heart beat ceasing at the responsibility on your hands. The soft cookie in you coming out with tears forming around your eyes. Henry stared you down with a tender beam, entirely leaning down to plant a kiss on the side of your eyes to stop you from weeping out.

"Love can be a bloody brute, and I mean that literally, Nugget." the latter whispered, finally pecking your temples before the ones in between your eyebrows.

You've felt his warm breath that you wished not for it to turn cold. He was the only who you could depend. The shoulder whom you cry on and a person who you've loved to the fullest and killing him won't ever be the best idea for you.

Once the soft pillows of his lips left your forehead, he had lean his forehead with yours. Eyes fluttering closed as he took in everything. Your warmth, scent and soul like he wouldn't get to reach for them ever again. "Don't hesitate, okay? Just shoot."

The shiny metal barrel was now aimed between your head. A bloody lip and a wound on the end of your eyebrow have been given to you by your own boyfriend as he'd reacted very different with you. From the moment he was tightly closing his eyes as the shrill went on and on. You knew he was next.

At that, you've managed to speak your heart and tried getting his attention before he could even hurt the people around you who eventually became your friends.

You've rather let him hurt you than see him hurt others or even himself.

The mere image of you being violently hurt by a huge, brawny man wasn't completely pleasing to the eye. Everybody were scattered in the large living room where tables and chairs were ruined with troubled gazes in their eyes. They were stuck to their feet as they watched the scene unfold.

Irith, a police woman who lived in the same mansion as you do; snatched her gun out of her holster, quickly aiming the firearm at Henry who'd grabbed onto you, tackling you down the floor and in between you with his hand gripping your neck in a choke hold. The gun he'd given was taken away from you; maybe because you've technically given him the opportunity to do so and it was now in his palms.

"He's going to kill you, Y/N! You’re gonna die!"

Irith clicked the safety off her pistol and you've heard it. Your boyfriend's fingers wrapped around your neck as tight as he could with an apathetic gaze like your Henry wasn't even there at all. "No-No-No! He’s not! Please! Don't do a-a-anything! Don't hurt him! Move away!"

You croaked out and pleaded with a cough; forcibly clawing out to get his fingers away from you. To no avail, Henry was very much stronger than you and getting out of his hold was like asking the heavens to show you the pot of gold on the end of the rainbow.

"H-Henry," another croak before he tightened his hold around your neck. The air seeming to be cut off better than before. You've stared into his eyes, trying to find him in there but all you could see was a person whom you didn't know. A complete utter murderer who just wanted you dead.

You've stopped struggling against his hold, tasting the blood in your mouth as he breathed deep above you, his thick thighs on either side of you as he pinned you down. Irith didn't know what to do and dropped her aim. Panic settling her nerves as she watched you get choked by your boyfriend who'd been anything but violent to you before it even happened.

Your fingers left his, mind flying at the thought to fight him off. Shaky fingers reaching out to touch the side of his face which ignited a feral growl out of him once he'd felt your cold, trembling fingers. The other hand of yours nervously gripping onto the barrel, aiming it better between your forehead as Henry's face morphed into a painful wince.

You can't let him go that yet. No. Deep inside, you know he was still in there.

"Shoot...me," you whispered in between gasps and heaving breaths. The air soon cutting your lungs shut. "I-It's okay, lo-love. Y-You can shoot...shoot me,"

All the response he has ever did was a loud groan, his finger on the trigger but never flicking. He stared you down with that wavering gaze, like he has been struck by lightning. Your thumb reaching out for his lip, soothingly caressing with a firm will as you spoke out loud with a slowing heart, "It's...It's okay...I love you...Always..will,"

Something was shutting off inside him. All he could see was that you were a target he should eliminate because you were part of the humanity who tries to ruin the world because of their irresponsible actions. Yet, your voice. It was echoing inside his head, like a soothing one which could calm that certain switch and the nerves sending inside his brain for the kill.

The veins on the side of his head were popping out and you could see him struggling with something. His lips shaking as you felt it on your thumb. He tightly shut his eyes closed, hardly breathing out of his nose as he was whimpering like something was hurting him.

It was. His head was hurting because he was fighting it off.

You've caught his attention again, slowly caressing your fingers across the apples of his cheeks like a touch to reassure him to just do it and end his pain instead. You stared into his tightly shut eyes and gave a solemn smile, "Y-You're...the best I've ever had...D-Don't...worry, I-It's okay,"

Your pleading was like an ambulance being sent to rescue him. He snapped his head away from you, breath completely labored as he was wrestling with those small voices whispering inside his head; telling him to just pull the trigger and end his misery. But, the other echo screaming at him that pulling the trigger will just add more misery and probably even guilt and utter madness for himself.

"F-Fuck!" He lividly cussed out loud. Snapping his eyes open and you've seen the most grief-stricken picture. His eyes rheumy and dewy like he was on the verge of crying.

Then, you've heard the safety click back. His fingers shaking a lot more as he does so before falling on the floor, rolling away from you with a maddened groan.

He was in luck and also for you because you were close to having your breath taken away from you before he even managed to stop himself. You breathed in deep, like you were trying to catch your breath again and mewling at how free it was to feel your air back in your lungs.

Yet, you were about to reach out for him in the midst that you were still in a haze from being choked out. You've blinked your eyes open to see him scurrying away, feeling as if your heart was ceasing again. He stood on his feet, avoiding the terrified looks on everybody's faces. Though, the most painful part of everything that happened was not his aggressive action towards you. But, from how he bypassed your hold on his hand and thoroughly shunned away like you were disgusting.

Hence, you knew he was mad at himself and probably for you because you let it happen. The guilt beginning to eat him alive just before you even knew it.

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Feels like Home (Bi!Tj Hammond x plus!size Reader)

Characters: Tj Hammond x Plus!sizedfem!reader

Summary: You were Tj's high school classmate and you hated night clubs. However, you've manage to step foot on The Dome. Searching for the truth that will break your heart. Yet, TJ Hammond will be the hero who will save your day.

Warning: Cusses. DETAILED MAKING OUT.

Words: 1,400+

A/N: I’M ALIVE AND HORMONAL, BUDS! HEEHEE! SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE! NOW, ACCEPT THIS SMALL GIFT! I’m currently in the midst of having hell week again and exams are on the way. Heehee! So, I apologize for not posting the past week! (RAW. UNEDITED) 

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"Use me," Tj Hammond whispered in your ear, eyeing your now ex-boyfriend who turned former because you caught him tongue deep with a sexy brunette on one of the couches in Tj's bar.

You hated night clubs, even despised the neon signs outside. Though, something happened back then that made you despise the leisure place.

Shantal, your bestfriend who loved going on night outs managed to give you a text. She was out and about with her boyfriend and apparently, the woman got to accidentally get a glimpse of your cheating boyfriend right before her eyes.

She wanted nothing but to bash his skull against a sharp table and leave him there to die. But, you called her back and told it herself that those plans should fall on your hands instead.

Hence, which is why you were currently standing in the middle of the dance floor in only nothing but a pair of high-waisted jeans, striped shirt and black Converse shoes. Accompanied by your squared glasses that not all men loved.

You loved dressing up vintage, probably because you wanted to go back to the time where people were less of an assholes and that millenials were responsible of their own actions.

Unlike the man who you trusted the most until tonight.

"Use you? What? Are you out of your mind, Hammond?" Former President's son bewielded you in his arms with a ninety degree turn of your heel. He told you what was running inside his head and you were flabbergasted to even get a glimpse of what he was thinking.

"I don't mind helping you take revenge on that asshole boyfriend of yours," he uttered amongst the loud music and chatters of different wild people. He stared into your eyes, scanning you from head to toe before landing back to where he was supposed to look. His Cerulean eyes looked intensely piercing beneath the wild lights, definitely tantalizing in other people's perspective. Yet, there was a void inside those beautiful pair of eyes that Y/N saw. Something lamentable and poignant.

"B-But, your boyfriend's probably not going to like it."

"He doesn't care now," Tj Hammond spoke freely and nonchalantly. A smile lifting the ends of his moist, Crimson lips. Definitely hiding the sinisterness beneath a smile. Those lips that has probably kissed hundreds of men and maybe even women.

"I'm single," the latter added, shrugging his coated shoulders. He wore a white dress shirt, a tie and his black slacks. Thick hair seemed to be in a disheveled, upward quiff which ached to be brushed and hold on to.

"So, feel free to use me, Classmate."

You didn't expected him to recognize you. Maybe it was because of the color of your eyes, or the hideous glasses you've managed to keep throughout the years. Thomas James Hammond was proud to say that he had recognized you despite of years of not seeing him.

"Take this as repayment," he lowered his voice, leaning down till he could reach your ear. Eyes completely focused on your ex-boyfriend who was still tongue-locked with a model who wanted to get inside Tj's pants a while ago.

It was like the stars and moon alined. The people dancing on the dance floor scooted a little till Thomas had his view of your faithless boyfriend.

His fingers danced behind you, travelling from your hips till he reached your hidden tailbone. Your jeans wanting to pop out of your body from how thick you've become from months of staying at home and serving for your asshole of an ex-boyfriend. Such a king he was.

"Now, give a smooch, Sugar." Tj gripped the side of your face, cupping your jaw in his palm as he slowly leaned down. Your eyes wanted to pop out of your eye sockets when his face was an inch away. What was even happening right now? The famous gay renegade was actually about to help you by using him for your own benefit. Was he out of his mind? Or was he just drugged again?

"I-I don't even know how to do it like--" you stuttered and felt your heart beat running hurdles. Planting a hand on top of his firm chest. He was sweating beneath the clothing he wore and you probably guessed he was on to something before coming down to face you and your love problem.

"Oh, for fucks sake." he frustratingly spoke to himself, adding a little sassy eye roll to his message before brushing his lips with yours and wholly leaning down to give you a soul eating kiss that he surprisingly shocked you with.

Your eyes were entirely opened the whole time he ate your face in front of dozens, thousands of people. Yet, he paid no mind and placed his hand beneath the small hairs on your nape. Slightly playing with the warmth that began to tickle your insides. The whole scene was lewd, you had never made out with any guy out in public and Tj never hesitated to kiss the heck out of you despite of the appearance you managed to hate.

Your own face and body.

The insecurities twirling inside your head.

Though, from the moment Tj Hammond locked his lips with yours, those insecurities flew off the roof and you couldn't help but surrender to the opportune affection that embraced the both of you to your benefits.

His grip on you tightened, grasping in the clothes your wore and pushing you more closer than any personal space could give. His eyelids fluttered shut, basking in the familiar feeling that traveled all around his nerves. Spiking up something inside that made him feel comfortable, at ease and satiated with life.

He felt like he was home.

"Is.." he deeply kissed you as you managed to sneak in a word. Though, he never gave you the chance to finish it as he was back kissing the daylights out of you. "he.." Another smooch which earned a loud kiss that weakened your knees. It was satisfying to hear despite of the loud music surrounding you both. "--watching?"

Tj breathed through your mouth and his lips tasted just like alcohol, mint, cigarettes and sin. Your eyes fluttered open after he sucked the air he gave, giving your lips a little bite that caught you off guard. "Shut up and just kiss me," he grumbled beneath his chest and continued giving you a kiss that you wouldn't dare forget for all your life.

You just felt like home. The tiny voice said inside Tj's mind and his eyelids fluttered open, he gave in too easily. Why did kissing you felt normal and enticing? He thought to himself before landing his eyes on your ex-boyfriend who finally gave you both the attention that you needed.

Tj smirked at that simple action, then grinned when your ex-boyfriend had his brows in a tight twist. He turned you around with no difficulty, using his own strength to twirl you around and give your cheating boyfriend a view of sneaking in that naughty tongue in your mouth with much need.

Your ex-boyfriend was gobsmacked from that little show.

Thus, it has left your breathless.

Little did you know, Tj Hammond had his own hidden agenda as he saw Sean Reeves with his fists tightened on either side of his, finally accepting Tj's invitation and actually coming to the party because it was The Dome's opening celebration and using you was actually part of the plan.

Tj broke the kiss first, giving you a breather before you boldly embraced both arms around his neck and it made him raise a sassy brow back at you. You were catching your breath and so was he, lips plump and wet from the intensity of the kiss. "Oh, who says it's the perfect time to stop?" this time, it was your turn to attack.

It's not like you didn't use him for your own benefit as well; says the butterflies dancing in your stomach.

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B & J (Chris Evans x you)

Characters: Chris Evans x reader

Prompt: 1. "Come with me to the other room," 2. “We’re not going to talk about this now,” 3. “Did you just hiss at me?”

Summary: Just a small cute drabble. Floofy!

Warnings: Slight suggestive content but you probably won't get it you don't have such a dirty mind? Heehee!

Words: 700+

A/N: Just a small drabble for all the Cevans out there! 😊 Thank you very much! 😊 Go give me a follow and hit the notification button! I have a Bucky Barnes fanfic in my masterlist blog. Go check it out! Heehee! 

Winter’s Gem

Disclaimer: PNG's used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi.

"Come with me to the other room,"

His voice was soothing. Voice now lowered and calm like waves in the ocean as he finally found control in his emotions than blasting off like an enraged mad man.

Aside from his control, you were technically the opposite of how he was acting. Arms crossed over your chest as you stood on your feet, his height and body built making him appear to look too intimidating rather than his pretty face.

“We’re not going to talk about this now,” you snapped, shrugging your shoulders at him while you both stood at an arms reach. Your head currently not looking at his eyes because once you do, you know you're done for. His eyes could make you weak, totally weak that it could get you hypnotized with only one look and you're already on your knees, blessing the heavens that God has made him like that.

Aside the fact that you're on your knees for other reasons in which nobody needed to know besides you and Chris. Wink and nudge, people.

“Did you just hiss at me?” Chris staggered with a stiffled laugh that he was trying not to let out. He managed to clasp his fingers around your arm and all you did was hiss at him like a snake.

You nodded with a raised brow. Definitely giving a little bit of your attitude.

"Come on! I said I was sorry, Babe!" He chuckled with those pearly whites on show. You could feel him peering down at you with a playful look, his baby blue eyes dancing against the lights of your apartment. His fingers gave your arm a gentle squeeze before it travelled towards your face, the pad of his thumb tenderly caressing the apples of your cheeks as you felt his gaze on you. Your face now turning into a blushing mess.

"I'm still mad at chu', Christopher."

You heard the laugh that you love whenever he was too happy, even tempted to do his infamous left boob grab if he wasn't holding your face to woo you over some petty, accidental mistake. "I know, I know," he uttered, breathy and sounding like he was raising the white flag.

"I'm sorry I ate your favorite Ben & Jerry's sweet cream and cookies ice cream, Y/N." he sincerely spoke, tone completely soft and loving. "I won't promise you that I won't be eating another pint because I obviously loveeeeee those shit," he prolonged his words, sounding so adorable and elated.

A smile finally lifted off your scowl as you couldn't help it. You felt his fingers touch your chin, turning your head to look at him and before you could even react he had you zipped with his moisturized, red lips with a sweet second peck that had your mind raining with rainbows and glitters.

"But, Ben & Jerry's can't be compared to you because I love you more," he breathed, chuckling at your dazed state. "Besides, we can always share," he trailed off with a dorky grin. Dipping his head once more to give you another kiss that could bring you back to the real world. He gave out another chuckle as you blinked twice.

"Or not?"

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Fix (Tj Hammond) (Pt.2)

PART 1

Characters: NSFW. Sub!Bi!TJ Hammond x You

Summary: You've went home and was welcomed by a very high TJ who was clean for a year since you've been together. Your boy even did something wrong, resulting to you in reacting very hostile and leading to a hot night considering that he needed to learn his lessons for disobeying you.

Warning: Female oral, nudity, drugs, cusses, PEGGING, Unprotected sex (Don't forgot to cover the willies okay?) Sub/Dom relationship! Suggestive recording of lemon tape (THIS IS SMUT)

Words: 7,596. FEEL THE FILTH! (It is really longer than the the previous part heck!)

A/N: THIS IS NOT SUITABLE FOR VERY YOUNG AUDIENCES. LOOK AWAY, PURE TATER TOT. LOOK AWAY. DON'T SCROLL DOWN IF YOU AREN'T 18 YEARS OLD OR NOT EVEN CONSIDERED LEGAL IN YOUR COUNTRY. I'M GIVING MY ALL IN THIS SHIT! GIVE ME SOME CRAZY FEEDBACKS, Y'ALL! LET’S HOPE THIS POST OF MINE WON’T GET FLAGGED BY TUMBLR. -_-

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"--Trust comes with love, and I love you very very much. This means that I trust you either," You gently patted his warm, smooth, broad back. Whispering loving words against his ear, "I just don't want you going back to the life you were used to, I don't want you to get caught up in your drug addictions again, Teej."

Tj couldn't help the small moans that escaped his lips when you were rubbing his back, it felt good. Too good for him to take. The pleasure he felt was travelling inside his pantaloon. What did he just take? He thought to himself when you kept on whispering loving words filling his heart. Ecstacy. He remembered before mentally groaning. That was why he could feel him growing inside his pants even though you were mad at him and he was weeping.

Well, that was really a huge change in his emotions. He was miserable before you have hugged him and now he was horny. "---What did you even take?" You questioned him curiously, lifting his head up and unlatching his fluffy head in between your neck. Your words were completely shut down by Tj before that question erupted.

His hair was currently disheveled, Cerulean eyes turned a shade darker than the usual. Looking all murky and high, "U-Uhm," He stuttered, curling the toes of his feet as he felt all the scorching heat pooling below his stomach. He was turning harder as he was taking in your outfit, his leather jacket, black leather pants, a white v-neck shirt that was too low for his decency to take and a black heeled boots that made him sneak a hand in front of his clothed cock, slyly gripping to give a little relief. Heels. Damn you for wearing those sexy boots of yours, Tj mentally thought at the back of his mind, "Ec-Ecstacy. Yeah, Ecstacy. Two pills. Those were the only ones left inside your not so secret box," He smirked, internally groaning to himself when you threw back the lollipop in your mouth, never missing to palm himself through his tight jeans, his eyes were tempted to shut for a moment when he could feel a tiny relief wash through him, yet he fought off the urge and gnawed on his lip rather harshly.

"How'd you even find it, Teej?!" You exclaimed, sniggering as you couldn't believe him. Suddenly distracted, thinking how he found the box that you totally hid from him out of sight. Your breath hitched when you heard and felt your boyfriend take a subtle step forward, warm fingers wrapped sensually around your wrist. One move from him made your breath hitch. He ripped away the lollipop in your mouth, the mischievous glint in his never going unnoticed when you pondered. "You're acting...weird,"

Tj had a lopsided smile, a smile that looked cunning. You knew that smile, it was those types of smile of his which consists of sweat beneath the sheets, clothes completely off. Oh God. You felt him move closer, if that was even possible. Feeling his hard-on touching your clothed body and you gasped. Eyebrows up skeptically, "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY HARD RIGHT NOW?!" You exclaimed a little too loudly, not believing how hard you could feel he was.

Tj lightheadedly chuckled before you, his glassy, tantalizing cerulean eyes memorizing your face even though he already did. "So hard, Babe." He quietly murmured. The way he said his words seem to slightly turn you on as he continued to open his mouth. He was acting completely seductive and erotic.

It was working, alright.

"Squeeze me, please. I'm so fucking horny right now," Tj licked his lips, your other hand..without the lollipop languidly guiding your hands on his crotch. But, before you could get to palm him through his jeans. You were quick to whisk your hand away and you swore you heard him whimper when you did. He didn't know you actually wanted to do it, but your slightly sober self tells you not to because he was high and not on his right mind.

"No. I am not squeezing you through your jeans! And I will not have sex with you when you're high and shit, Thomas! Didn't I set some rules? Don't you remember?" You warned your baby boy who was pouting in front of you.

 He timidly nodded in understanding, chewing on his bottom lip as his breathing grew deeper. His hungry eyes craved for seeing you in lesser clothes. Tj was acting like he wasn't given his favorite candy when you've tried rejecting him. He was utterly close to stomping his feet like a child because you didn't want to cave in. "I know, I know. But, please just for tonight. I'll get to remember anything, and I'm still in my damn right state of mind. I don't care if you'll punish me..just please, I'll do everything you want! Just fuck me, Y/N. Pleaaaseeee," Tj desperately pleaded, you saw the twinkle in his eyes. Gosh, that was your weakness. He looked damn gorgeous without even trying. So hot and sexy. You can't help but vocally groan out your frustrations. You wanted to give in.

"You're so fucking hot," The hammond boy whispered, stealing the tangerine lollipop in your hand. You watched his movements like a hawk and your baby boy boldly stared back at you, cerulean eyes a shade darker with hunger and love included. He opened those wet, kissable, red lips of his. Voluptously fishing his tongue out before erotically pushing the sweet treat on the pad of his wet tongue, devouring it like what he does with your breasts.

You were downright turned on with that one simple movement. Downright hungry for what he could give. He was naughtily looking at you all through out as he continued ravishing the poor lollipop with his tongue and lips. You can't help but subtly push your thighs close together to relieve the itchy, hungry feeling. An itch that you wanted Tj to relieve so bad.

Tj kept sucking on it loudly like a kid who loved his lolly. Your eyes focusing on the lucky lollipop trapped inside his lips. He mindlessly licked his red, plump lips and swiping the sweet treat around his lips. Thinking about doing something he wanted to since you opened that mouth of yours when you started ranting out your anger a while ago.

"Mmmh!" You weakly palmed his naked chest from the jolt of spark when he immediately wrapped a hand behind your neck, his warm, hot mouth now on yours. Sloppily kissing you with fervor. You wanted this. Gosh, you've been wanting this from the moment you were with your friends. You know the alcohol in your system and your wild hormones wanted it.

So, you had no choice but to flutter your eyes closed. Completely caving in his need and apparently with yours either.

Tj softly bit your lip as you could feel his wet tongue darting out, sliding in for entrance. You wholeheartedly did. Pushing your tongue out to lap with his, both doing the Tango. The kiss was all wet, sloppy and with the need to get the heat starting.

Warm, shallow breaths were shared. Teeth grinding in with each other in a rough manner. You craned your neck higher till you could fully reach Tj's mouth and it became a whole lotta easier for the both of you when you hooked your arm around his neck, tugging him closer and tiptoeing as you desperately pushed your tongue inside his mouth, deepening the kiss. His tongue hitting with yours as he continued kissing you with his expert tongue.

You could feel your hormones running around in a frenzy. It was shocking you that you were as thirsty as the man who just had taken drugs.

And because Tj was a little too sensitive to touches. He had a higher pleasure from desire and physical touches. It was part of the effect of the Ecstacy he took, he had been more vocal than ever and he never did forget to deeply and quietly moan it in your mouth even though you two were only just kissing.

How would it even feel like for him if you both started doing more than just making out?

You could feel his slightly swollen, beet red lips releasing your bottom lip with a gentle tug of his teeth, your lips looking the same way as his. Only a dark shade of lust could be seen in his eyes and a little bit of hue around his diluted baby blue eyes. His eyes appeared to be darker than it used to be, the hunger growing larger and impossible to stop.

"I've been a very...very bad boy," Tj slurred raspily as he dragged out his words, sounding more sensual and hotter. Those quiet words of submission made you whimper, it was such a turn on and he damn knew it. The naughty lopsided smile on his face says so. His warm hand caught your wrist and he eyed your hand in front of him before languidly bringing it close to his parted delicious red lips. Filthy thoughts clouded your mind, you wanted nothing more than his lips beneath your core, desperately lapping for your juices.

"Punish me," You couldn't help the shivers when Tj lightly bit the tip of your index finger, his lust blown eyes peering down at you with a hypnotizing gaze. "I'll do anything..anything you want, Mistress."

The way he said the word 'Mistress' flicked a switch inside of you and in your needy core. Tj began sucking in the tip of your finger with his lip, he began pushing your finger in his mouth, the pad of his tongue resting on the palm of your finger.

His sucking was cut short, your finger halfway in his mouth when you stopped pushing it in. Your eyes completely enamoured by how his sinful lips were working around your finger. You cleared your throat, switching your weight from one foot to the other in excitement then slowly adding another finger in between his lip. Your digits sliding in so warmly, "Anything I want?" You gnaw on your bottom lip, watching how both of your fingers were now inside of his mouth. Debauchingly sliding in and out.

He nodded eagerly, blue eyes staring down at you with such fake innocence. "Will my baby boy like that?" You felt his tongue swirling around your digits. Your mind now completely elsewhere, wetness starting to pool in your heat from Tj's basic ministrations.

Oh, were you lusting so hard for him.

You took your damp fingers out of his lips in a pop, quickly hurling your wet digits in your mouth and eagerly sucking it off like he had done with your fingers. All the while remaining eye contact, and Tj swore he could painfully feel his cock throb beneath his jeans when he watched your fingers go in and out like he imagined it was his hard cock. It was so damn arousing.

Y/N hooked a finger around his necklace, roughly pulling him close to her face. Tj couldn't help but utter a guttural moan when she palmed him through his jeans, giving his hard, trapped cock rough squeezes. Just like how he ought to be touched, she swiftly licked her lips as she eyed him flutter his eyes closed. Y/N dragged her lips across his jaw, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses till she reached his ears, breath fanning and whispering. "I want you to eat me out,"

"Want your mouth on me, Baby.."

He keenly obliged, instantly dropping himself to his knees like the submissive that he is. Gazing up at you with that adorable, hot, dazed glimmer in his blue eyes, "You want to come in my mouth? Will my mistress want that?" Tj purred. His rough, wandering hands slipping in your shirt, fingers lightly swiping through your soft belly pouch till he reached the belt of your jeans in which he hastily unbuckled off then threw in somewhere in the kitchen.

"Baby boy's so needy and eager.." You peered down at him, watching his movement very closely. Chewing on your bottom lip, raking your hand in his soft, fluffy hair. He looked up at you, as he subtly popped the button of your jeans, zipping it down in haste. "So damn horny,"

Tj tugged at your jeans and slipped it off you in one tug, you lifted your feet to help him rip the damn clothing off your body when you realized your boots were still on. "Oh, I forgot to take my boots off--"

"Leave it." He softly demanded, throwing your jeans away, hearing a sound that made you know it hit a cubboard. You raised a brow, and he glanced to see you questioning him why. "Please," He softly pleaded, fingers hooking in the waistband of your black seamless underwear, Tj was admiring your face, staring you up beneath his eyelashes, "Want you naked with just those," Oh, was it one of his fetishes.

Your panties were off in one go, yet this time. That one tiny clothing of yours weren't thrown away. Tj slyly kept it in the pocket of his jeans, smirking beneath you once he did. His warm, grabby hands landed on your soft, silky thighs that had temporary indentations from the jeans you wore. Lines were indented on your smooth thighs and legs. He traced those with his feather-like fingers. His eyes following where his fingers trailed upon, completely dazed.

Until his hands ended on place where it was inevitable to be touched. Tj's middle finger slid in between your moisty folds, checking how wet you are and he gave out a satisfied moan when he felt how wet you are. Wet, but still not enough.

He watched how you roughly bit your bottom lip when his finger swiped your wetness, eyes fluttering closed when he searched for that tiny bud that gave your body intense pleasure. Tj began circling your clit, locking his eyes at your pleasured face. Eyes closed, lips parted with shallow breaths coming out of your mouth.

Your face was completely erotic. It was making his cock harder, if that was even possible.

The soft, delicate moans that came out of your mouth was enough to make Tj blow his mind. He was gently circling your clit, spreading your wetness around your labia, yet it still wasn't enough. He wanted to see you fully, face to face with your heat. He wanted your sweet, addictive juices in his mouth.

Tj took one of your leg, hooking it around his shoulder and he was quickly met with your wet folds. Your sweet sleek glistening against the kitchen's lights, and it was like he had seen his favorite candy because of how the dark pupil of his eyes turned larger, his eyes darkening more. "Oh, God.." He moaned, his thumb and index finger spreading your folds, seeing and feeling your wetness. All of it was for him to take and dive in. "This all for me?"

You only uttered a very lewd moan that made him quickly nose dived in your heat. Another moan escaped your parted lips, louder than the ones you've been moaning out. The way you tug on his hair was much more rougher when he flicked his tongue against your clit. Squirming against his hold, your other hand landing on the kitchen island that was behind you. You let out a loud cry when he circled his tongue against your swollen clit, lips sucking around your swollen bud. Your heart was beating a thousand times faster, and Tj was feeling more heady and euphoric once he got to taste your sweet juices.

"T-Tj," Your soul felt like it was being sucked in another planet. He moaned against you, feeling satisfied from your saccharine taste that he have been dying to taste. More. He wanted more. He immediately darted his sinful tongue inside your sleek entrance, his pointy nose rubbing with your aching bud. You pushed his head deeper, roughly tugging at his dark roots as you shifted your leg around his shoulders. Opening your legs more for him to dulge in to.

You took a glimpse of Tj's pretty face, and your mind was in a bliss. He looked completely enticing and in deep pleasure. His eyes were closed, seeming to be in another state of mind as you see his tongue darting in and out of your heat and that couldn't help but trigger you to the brink of your orgasm.

You could feel your lower abdomen tighten in a warm knot, Tj grabbed a handful of your mound, squishing your derriere on his palm, pushing you closer against his mouth as your eyes lulled back. All you had to do was lock him in between your legs, but your mischievous self had to stop your high and wound him away, tugging Tj up as you tug on his necklace till he was towering before you.

"Why'd you made me stop?" He aggravatingly spat, his lips were glistening from your juices. Mind all heady, eyes completely looking high and lips all bruised and swollen.

You gave a lopsided smile, fluttering your eyelashes up at him as you locked him hypnotized, "You've been a good boy, sweetheart."

"But now, I just want to cum around your cock," His chest vibrated as he uttered a very animalistic moan. You took his leather jacket off and Tj did his best to help you take your shirt off even though his movements were disoriented.

He mumbled a very low whimper, seeing you stark naked in front of him was making his cock ache against his jeans, in the midst of thinking about how to make him suffer less. Tj unbuckled his belt, and to make everything faster so he could stand bare..You hurriedly popped the buttons of his jeans and began helping him.

"Fuck me from behind," You stated breathless. A satisfied moan came out of you when his swollen, fat cock sprung out, the swollen, pinkish head hitting his pelvis and he couldn't help but groan from feeling free.

The look he was giving you was untamed and wild, so raunchy. You pulled at his necklace, bringing his face close until you captured his lips in a sloppy, bruising kiss full of ardor. You were craving for him and he was craving for you.

You nibbled at his swollen, bottom lip. Tj's eyes were heavy lidded and lust-filled. Your teeth gave his lower lip a hard pull, with your hand gripping around the base of his hard, veiny cock. He shut his eyes closed when you began stroking his cock, giving a few tight pumps, feeling the angry veins on the palm of your hands. "Ugh," You heard Tj emit a carnal, short moan. It sounded so good in your ears and it made you gnaw on your bottom lip, watching Tj's face twisting in utmost pleasure.

His cock was pulsing, every once in a while with every stroke given to his cock, his breath was hitching. The fingers clawing on your hip gripping tighter with every twist of your wrist. Drips of pre-cum oozing out. Automatically, your thumb swiped the pre-cum off. You watched the way your hand moved around his cock and Tj was eyeing your movements. Gaping at how you could pleasure him in the right damn ways.

Bringing your cum-filled thumb to your lips, you sucked your thumb, tasting his pre-cum and you couldn't help but hum in satisfaction, closing your eyes and showing your baby boy how delicious he tasted, making Tj whimper from how utterly erotic you looked. He tasted so salty and sweet. You popped your thumb out of your mouth, batting your eyelashes up at your baby boy. "Baby boy wants a suck?"

He still seemed to be hypnotized for a second, before you see him purse his lips as he thought, caressing your bare hip bone and with no hesitation, he shook his head. "I want in," Tj rasped with gritted teeth, before rushing to spin you around. Your heart pounded against your chest in excitement, he bent you over against the kitchen island, feeling his hand resting on the small of your back. You could feel his eyes raking you over, memorizing every detail of your flawed, but perfect body that was bent before him.

Your cunt was throbbing and aching for his cock. You heard him hum and felt his naughty, sensual hand lightly tracing your spine, his fingers lightly trailing the bone on your back, travelling lower and lower till his other hand rested on your hip, keeping you steady in place.

Your body shivered as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your naked back. Never forgetting to give them a suck to leave a mark, releasing your skin with a lick of his tongue to soothe the fresh, new hickeys. Your eyes immediately fluttered close when he reached your neck and you couldn't help but crane your neck further for him to have more skin to kiss and suck.

A cold, metal string was laying cold on your back, in opposite of your flushed, burning skin. It was distracting your senses, thinking about how hot Tj was. All naked with only his beloved necklace, looking stoned and with one thing in his mind. To fuck you till you were spent.

Tj grabbed onto your hip rather tightly, his fingers probably leaving a mark from how tight he was gripping on your waist. His other hand gripped the base of his cock and he pulled your hip higher, jerking you upward. Half of your body resting on top of the kitchen island, proppeling on your tiptoes as he lined his swollen head on your wet entrance. Your elbows were propped on the smooth surface, trying to bend lower as you bit on your bottom lip so hard just waiting for yourself to get fucked till you could see stars.

Your eyes could see Tj's phone resting on the edge of the kitchen island and with a naughty, mischievous plan in mind seeking for vengeance, you quickly snatched and took his phone in your hand. Tj paid no mind and continued his ministrations, feeling the head of his cock finally pushing slowly in your swollen, dripping, needy core.

Inch by inch his cock was in, and you couldn't help but tightly hold onto his phone and moan out the pleasure once he was halfway inside, uttering out a louder moan when his hips gave a sharp thrust to push himself fully into you, stopping once he was settled and pulsing around your walls.

You squeezed him and it made Tj utter a low growl. Your eyes were tempted to flutter closed, but your plans made you not to as you looked beneath your eyelashes and dialed in a number that wasn't in his contacts anymore. A number whom you memorized in case he decides to plan and gatecrash into your steady relationship, wanting to gain something from your baby boy.

Tj's fingers travelled towards the other side of your hip, bracing himself as he could finally fuck you till your last breath. The call began ringing, and so does Tj's hips began thrusting in and out in an intense pace. Your body jerked against the kitchen island everytime his pelvis hits your derriere with every move of his hips.

"Tj?" The man on the other side of the line rasped with a chuckle. Your furrowed brows became more wrinkled when you heard that awful voice that reminded you of awful things. Your fingers began to loosen around the phone while Tj quickened his pace. Slowly pulling out his cock, before pushing in again and again. Feeling his lips on your neck, he gave open mouthed kisses and continued pumping in and out of you. His breath giving a pornographic hitch of his breath, emitting a breathy moan everytime he fully pulls out of you and slickly pushes in your throbbing walls with sharp pushes.

"A-Ahh," You moaned on the phone, your mouth ajar and your only focus was Tj's cock slipping in and out of you, deeper than before as he continuously fucked you from behind. You hitched a breath when you felt his hand snake around you, travelling towards your rub deprived clit and felt his fingers rubbing hard on it, erupting a very erotic moan out of you. "Fuuuck, Tj!"

"What the hell?" Sean loudly spoke from the phone, hardly believing what he was hearing. "Ugh, fuck! Yes!" Tj groaned out loud, his lust-filled eyes watching where your bodies connected, his cock disappearing inside your cunt which was utterly wet from your juices. His mouth hung open from the pleasure he was feeling. It was too good. So good. Your walls clenched around him, feeling the familiar throb forming in between your legs. Earning a very loud sensual moan from Thomas made Sean brows raise in animosity.

"Did you seriously just called to make me hear your very unattractive audio porn with some bitch?"

You ignored the whiny, petty congressman in line and concentrated how Tj was fucking you so good. His hips decided to shift in a different angle, and it was a very good angle for you because it made you feel good as the pleasure began building up a thousand times better. "Tj, right there baby! S-so so goooood," You moaned louder, Tj was hitting a special spot and it was making you cum faster than normal. He continued hitting your g-spot, never forgetting to slip a hand under you to grab at your boobs, fondling with the softness and roundness of it while his other hand was still on your clit, rubbing harsh circles. The whole kitchen was filled with loud, perceptible moans, a lot of filthy skin slapping and the slick sounds while he abuses your sex.

You knew you were close when you squeezed around his cock and so was Tj. His moans became more audible inside the apartment, hearing his breath hitching every now and then. Tj felt his balls tighten as he continued fucking you from behind, his abdominal muscles tightening as he was finally feeling the knot.

"I--I can't hold it in anymore," Tj murmured after emitting a very hot groan. "O-Oh my God," He breathed in between his moans, the air harshly coming out of his nose as he breathed deep, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "I'm coming, Y/N. I fucking hope you are too,"

"I-I'm coming, baby. Cum with me," You whispered harshly, moan after moan. Your legs were shaking, and so does Tj's hips. He tightened his jaw, feeling the orgasm coming close. "Y-Your pussy feels fucking heaven, Y/N! Fuck!"

He never stopped circling your clit, deliciously thrusting his hips against your pussy and in one pinch you've finally reached your high. You tightly squeezed around him, triggering him into shooting his load inside of you. Tj came, uttering a breathy groan when he spurted all his cum, milking your walls.

Your moan died down very slowly, feeling his warm load inside of you was to die for, even had it dripping out of you. It was worth enough to turn you crazy. You blinked, slowly opening your eyes. Trying to relieve from the very blissful feeling of being fucked by Tj Hammond. Your legs felt jello, and Tj had to support your waist. His hands going straight towards it as he gently held you in his arms.

"You fucker should know not to mess with Tj's feelings, especially when you're the fucking bastard who ruined his damn life," You hissed on the other line, breath undeniably labored and Tj was blinking down at you, his mind completely out of this world and appearing to recover from his post-coital bliss. "Sayonara, Fucker. Go fuck yourself with that audio porn," You ended the call in one push of a button. Damn it, Sean Reeves was ruining your damn night.

Tj spun you around, leaning your back against the kitchen island. His eyes all soft, sweet and dazed. He stared at your face like you're the only woman he cherishes besides his mother of course. "Was that Sean?"

You nodded, palms going straight to his face as you reached up to skim your fingers on his jaw. He gave a small, tight smile, "Why'd you call him?"

Only a shrug was given to his question, your face seeming to regret the call you made to a very well known congressman. God, you were an impulsive one. What if he had recorded everything in his phone? You even moaned Tj's name out loud for Christ's sake. That would be a great headline for some news article. 'Y/N Y/L/N have accidentally/or not leaked her audio porn with Tj Hammond via phone to Sean Reeves for the sake of revenge,' It definitely didn't sound too good with all the press involved. "I dunno, Teej. I actually wanted a video call, not a very lame audio porn. Sike."

Tj's face looked so precious when he laughed, his eyes all crinkly as he deeply chuckled, feeling his palms glide on your sides, just feeling you. "You're one kinky shit, Y/N."

"I know, baby. I know." You uttered, your sneaky hand trailing down his torso and Tj felt every inch of it because the ecstacy was still in his system and your touches immediately went straight to his cock. His eyebrow shot up when he felt your fingers travelling towards his pelvis, tracing his deep hip indents that you so love to lick on. "You've been a very...very good boy, Tj." You purred, biting your lower lip while you watch your hand travel down till you reached his semi-hard dick. Your baby boy deserves all the love in the world, and definitely a mindblowing fuck. "You still got another one in ya'? I'm still kinda horny, Babe."

"Mmmmh," He fluttered his eyes closed, moaning against his throat when he felt your dirty, sneaky fingers fondling with his ballsac, giving him gentle squeezes. "Feels good, baby?" Your fingers began to wrap around his cock once again, and his breath gave out a very shocking hitch. "I-I'm still so...so sensitive, Mistress." He softly whispered, his breath still hitching when your finger trailed the bulging vein laying under his cock.

You acted like you were thinking deeply for a moment, cocking your head to the side as your hand was still glued to his dick. "I think you deserve a gift, Love."

With that been said, his eyes quickly snapped opened as he concentrated on you, completely confused. "You're definitely going to like it, I can tell." The shine in your eyes meant you were anticipating for this exact moment, and Tj smiled, still stoned from the Ecstacy and post coital bliss. He nodded even though he had no idea what you had in mind.

Tj didn't actually thought he was gonna get fucked in the ass by you. He remembered he had told the idea that being fucked with a strap would be such a turn on, yet he didn't think you would eventually take it to mind since you just gave a small hum in response.

He didn't thought you would even buy one, a dildo strap just for him? How lucky can he be?

"I honestly thought we're gonna have vanilla sex or something, I was so ready for that to be honest," Tj pondered as he was on all fours on top of your king sized bed. He looked behind his shoulders and saw you fixing the straps around your hips. The sounds making his cock twitch, his heart fastening its pace because of the excitement.

"Vanilla sex is for wimps," You muttered, genuinely distracted by the blue silicon dildo hanging over the top of your vagina, totally unphased by the image of you having a fake dick. "Stop acting like you're not liking every minute of this, Thomas. I can see your dick getting hard and I'm not even touching you yet,"

"Is it, really? That didn't stop you from moaning hard the other night--Ugh, fuck.." Tj couldn't help but shut his mouth and bit his lips when he felt you spreading his cheeks apart. His eyes instantly closed shut when he felt you dropping a lot of lube on his muscled hole, the cold liquid giving him a satisfying shiver. He tried prying his eyes open, giving you a short glimpse and seeing you concentrated and focused on massaging his hole with your middle finger, spreading the lubricant before inserting your finger inch by inch.

"Wow, that shut you up." You muttered as your finger was slowly pumping in and out of his ass. "I was about to back out because this silicon dick is distracting me and I look hilarious with it, but seeing you submit to me is actually pretty hot, Teej."

You added another finger, stretching him up before you get to the good part. Tj couldn't help but choke in his own moans, it was so damn hot. "Feels good, baby boy?"

Tj uttered a frustrated groan, and he nodded before fisting his own hand on top of the mattress. When you realize that he was finally prepped up..well, a little bit prepped up. You grabbed the goods, adding some more lube on your strap on. "Damn it," You muttered, feeling all hot and bothered from everything that's happening. "You owe me another orgasm," Tj set his lips in a straight line, the silence from him was worrying you but you knew he was stopping himself from just moaning out loud. His brows furrowed while he waits for the pleasurable moment as he grips on the sheets.

"On second thought," You teased his entrance with the bulbous head. His cock was harder than a rock, it was standing tall and proud beneath him. "I'm riding your face instead, deal?" Tj let his mouth fall, his eyes slowly fluttering closed as he could feel you filling him up inch by inch. He let out a sigh as you go deeper and deeper inside. It felt too good.

"Do I get myself a deal?" Your hips stopped till you reached the brink, still letting him get used the feeling . Tj was breathing deep and hard, and you weren't even starting yet. The whole thing was arousing you, it was totally making you wet. Yet, tonight was about Tj, the gift was about making Tj feel good and better because he deserves it. Your Tj deserves everything in the world, and you were about to give it to him.

You lightly trailed your fingers on Tj's back, taking your sweet time as you teased, "Will you let me ride your pretty, sweet face, baby boy?" Tj choked up on his own saliva, his focus completely on the fact that he was filled and utterly loved. "I-I'll let you fuck my face, mistress..Ask me anything and I'll give you everything you want..just...ugh, Oh God, yes.." He deeply moaned, slightly trying to move his naughty hips to relieve himself and you gave his ass a light slap in which he took it better than you expected. You didn't want to hurt him, he was your precious little boy after all. He froze and tried his best not to move. "Y/N, Just fuck me already," Your baby boy groaned in the back of his throat in a frustrated manner, changing from submissive to a dominant, eager man. You couldn't help but slightly laugh from your impatient boyfriend.

"Such a good boy for me," You gave his back upper spine a light kiss before experimentally rocking your hips. This was all new to you, everything you have never experienced. Tj's breath hitched at the back of his throat when you've began to set a pace, adding more speed to your thrusts. Were you even doing everything right?

"A-Am I doing it right, Tj?" Your voice changed into the weaker side, grabbing onto his perfect bicep, never forgetting to give it a sweet caress to check how he was doing and he only quivered when you hit a spot. "Does it make you feel good?" Only Tj did was nod sharply, clawing at your wrinkled white sheets. "Y-You're doing great, Y/N! S-so great! A-Ahh, Y-Yes!" He choked up before uttering a loud moan that sounded so divine when your hips kept up a faster pace, colliding with his hips as you reached to the brink in delicious repetition.

Tj was already in heaven.

It felt more like heaven when you decided to reach his hardened cock beneath him, tightly stroking his aching cock with your fist, spreading his pre-cum all over his swollen, pinkish head while pushing in and out of him with no difficulty. The sounds coming from the both of you was heavenly, slick sounds that was making you wetter, keeping the both of you wet and never intending to stop.

You slowly pulled out till the tip before pushing back in with the same pace, it made Tj groan, making his thighs shake while you began to pick up the pace again, your breath coming out of you with huge puffs.

"I can tell your balls are beginning to tighten," You muttered when his cock twitched in your hand, quickly sneaking to grab and play his balls. Tj desperately wanted to come undone , and he was a man with a plan, he began to push his hips back to meet with yours, and every thrust from you was ten times better because it was a lot deeper, hitting that special spot inside that made his cock twitch again. "You coming now, babe?"

"C-Coming! I'm c-coming!" His voice turned a lot higher than he expected to, you nodded to yourself and grabbed onto his hips, your other hand twisting the base of his dick with your wrist and he could feel the knot coming, Tj could feel his abdomen tightening, the muscled hole even squeezing the dildo up inside of him. "Yes! yes! yes!"

With just one last push, he came undone. His lips totally ajar, breath coming out of his mouth harshly, breathing out balls of air as sweat formed all around your bodies, your faces turning a lot more reddish from all the physical activities that happened tonight. Tj spurted out his load on your sheets, staining your newly changed bed sheet.

You leaned back down to reach for his face, your hand gripping his clammy jaw, mindlessly telling him you needed a kiss after that exhausting activity. He wholly gave you his face, his soul felt like it was given another set of life. If you wanted kisses, then he'll give you more than that. After all what you did to him? you deserved more than just kisses. However, your frame couldn't even reach his face and it made you groan out a curse. "I can't fucking reach to kiss you," you muttered, sighing before slowly pulling the strap out of him.

He was quick to fall flat on your bed, entirely exhausted from your very eventful day. You were quickly cleaning everything off, putting it back to where it belonged. Your knees feeling jello and weak from the sex but you were lucky you could still stand. "You just basically laid on your cum, Thomas. Gross." You joked as you stood beside him, keeping the strap on inside your bed side table, checking if he was still alive and breathing.

Tj was sprawled naked and sweaty on the bed and gave zero fucks. Your eyebrows began to knot together, prompting your knee on his side of the bed as you worriedly check his stilled body. "Tj?"

You shrieked when he suddenly grabbed you by the hips, tackling you down on the mattress, your messy, sex hair all over your face and you couldn't help but giggle out loud despite that you were clearly worn out. "TJ!"

"It's not like you don't swallow every bit of it when you do," He chuckled, having no energy to hover above you as he used his elbow to stare at your face in delight. Tj was smiling, only smiling and you could see how his gorgeous Cerulean eyes was shining beneath the moonlight, there was finally the shine that his family wanted to see from him. The light in his eyes when he was still a little boy in the white house and you were lucky to have the privilege to see it all the time he stares at you.

"W-what?" You stuttered, downright flushing from how he was staring at your face. Tj grabbed your face and leaned down to lock his lips with yours, even locking your hearts together and as one. You lightly kissed him back, pouring all your love for each other before stopping to take a breather.

Tj leaned his forehead with yours, his breath hitting your swollen lips. "I love you very much, it's surprising me how I learned to love you. Here I thought I was fully gay," He chuckled deeply, his voice knocking his sweaty chest. "Then you came along and molded me into becoming someone better, a much happier and contented version of myself,"

"I love you more than you do, Teej. I'm lucky to have you all to myself, call me selfish but..You're mine,"

"I'm yours, Y/N. All yours. Not any man could get me away from you," Tj whispered, a hot lopsided smile lifting his lip up which made you raise a brow. "Unless, if he's hot and has a big dick then.." He dragged, his mischievous smile turning wider when he saw how your face fall from his previous sentence.

"Choose, Teej. A big dick or this pussy?" You raised a sassy brow, gesturing down below and groaned playfully, laughter erupting inside the whole room. "That isn't fucking fair! I'm choosing both!" He whimpered and joked. "I'm kidding. I could always take up that neon blue silicon dick even though, you looked entertaining wearing that strap-on,"

"Well, You're doomed anyways." You fake a sigh, lightly tapping his cheek with your palm, giving him another sweet peck on the lips.

Tj's brows cinched together, pure confusion written in his eyes. "Why?"

"I've got blackmail, you got no other choice than to be with me forever," You slowly sat on the bed, taking a glimpse on your white vanity dresser, where a phone has been standing there all night long. "I caught everything on record," Your heart raced, completely thrilled at the fact that you were recording the whole thing in your phone. "Porn tape, check. It was part of my wish list, don't judge me Teej."

Tj uttered a quiet hum, his sneaky, naughty hand travelling towards your breasts, his fingers flicking with the nipple while he mindlessly thought out loud, completely enthralled by your boobs. "Okay, I won't." His face moved to kiss the tops of your breasts, and you couldn't help but lick your lips as you watch him start his spell on you.

"But, you gotta let me watch it first," He pressed open mouthed kisses on your breasts, his tongue slowly licking that path between your mounds and he lifted his naughty, mischievous messy head of his.

"Or maybe another video would be great?"

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Lost (Bucky Barnes) (Prompt)

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Prompt: “Sir, the chances of survival are minimal, at this stage there’s no point-“ “No! We’re going to save her! We have-we have to save her!”

Warnings: Tiny heartache? Angry Bucky? Scared Buckaroo? Some curse words?

Words: 900+

A/N: Another update for today! I’ll update tomorrow! Go follow this account and turn on the notification bell? I’mma be making my masterlist soon! THANK YOU FOR THE 100+ FOLLOWERS TATER TOTS! SEND ME AN ASK! I WANNA KNOW YOU, TATER TOTS! 

Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS.

Every Avenger was heaving deep breaths as they entered the quinjet. With Steve as their pilot, all in dirt and grime, the same with his best friend Bucky who was scrutinizing every person in the jet, giving them a head count at the back of his mind. He doesn't talk that much, as per usual and the Avengers were used to it until he finally realizes who was missing.

"Y/N," He murmured to himself as they transported in the air, the jet being shaky for a second as Clint fell on his seat. Muttering curse words as blood flew down his left arm. "Where is Y/N?!" Bucky could feel his exhaustion fade as the realization hits him hard that Y/N wasn't in the same jet as he is. Slowly, he could sense that it was another nightmare for him.

"Sam, where's Y/N?" Bucky interrogated with gritted teeth. His lips in a tight, stern line. Sam was groaning as he sat on the floor, his muscles so soar from the battle that happened a while ago. "You were with her when we left the jet! You're her partner! Where is she, Sam?!"

Sam was stunned, his eyes searching around for his partner, in other words, Bucky's lover. "What the fuck--??" He uttered, instantly standing up. Steve could hear panicked hubbubs happening behind him and Natasha could hear them as well. "She's with me, man. I was sure she was with me before we left the goddamn place,"

"You mean to tell me she's down there? Where we bombed the shit out of that underground hideout?!" Bucky shouted and panicked, completely rooted on the ground as he couldn't process what was happening. Natasha finished cleaning up Clint's wound, leaving him there to attend and calm the ex-assassin who was currently turning worried, agitated, frustrated and hopeless.

He could lose everything in the world, an arm, his sanity, his soul or his heart that he gave to her from the moment they met, but not her. Definitely not Y/N.

"James, calm down." Natasha piped in, stepping in between them both. Fire probably coming out of Bucky's nose as he couldn't stop thinking what was happening to you down there. Natasha held her ear, while Bucky began to march off towards where the parachutes where.

"Tony, can you give me a check on Y/N?" She called out, earning no response from the famous Iron Man. "Tony?" Natasha repeated, a little too worried now. "Shit,"

"Steve," She called out the captain. Steve stood from his seat, walking towards the group of remarkable people as he read the worry on their faces. Especially the desperate look on his best pal's face.

Bucky was fumbling on the clips of his parachute. For the first time, Steve could see him fidgeting and definitely scared out of his wits. He knew he was dying inside, knowing that Y/N could die, or to break his heart..She was probably already dead before he knew it. "Buck," His best friend called out to him, tapping his shoulder where the metal met his flesh.

Steve couldn't hear a thing from his best friend, not a hum nor any response. Horrible thoughts were certainly swirling in his mind, having a difficult time to hear him. "Jesus Christ!" Bucky mumbled, Seeming to find the clips difficult to insert. He was definitely scared and breaking on the inside. Steve tapped Bucky's shoulders once more, trying to get his attention.

"What, Steve?" He spat, finally inserting the clips. Steve saw how his fragile soul was shattering inside his steele blue eyes. "Steve, not her. Please."

Steve nodded to himself, their silent conversation was an agreement that maybe Y/N was still alive. If she's alive, then she's probably wounded in which they could still help her. "FRIDAY--"

"Sir, the chances of survival are minimal, at this stage there’s no point--" Bucky cut the AI off. Bursting off from the AI's imprecised assumption. "Not you too, FRIDAY!" He tapped on a button, making the jet shake and the back wing to slowly open. The whistling of the wind and the cold, crispy, snowy air filling the jet.

"Bucky," Natasha nonchalantly uttered, "No! We’re going to save her! We have--we have to save her!" Bucky bursted her bubble, bringing a hand up to frustratedly claw on his brunette hair. In haste, Steve went to grab on another parachute. Natasha immediately marching to where he went. "I wasn't stopping you from saving her, Soldier. Don't be a dumbass, she's my friend and I know she's probably alive but wounded," She grumbled, not wanting Bucky to search for Y/N on his own.

"I'm coming too, Buck." Steve tapped on his shoulder as he  was all geared up again, assuring him that he'll be with his best pal till the end of the line and that was his promise.

He could lose anything in the world, even his life. But, not Y/N because losing her was a means that he didn't have a reason to live anymore.

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Extinction (Sebastian Stan x You)

Character: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: The world was suffering from a zombie apocalypse. You fell off the train, everybody thought you were dead but turns out you survived from the fall and came back to try and heal your angered, broken heart but with vengeance.

Warning: This probably sucks? Other than that, none. XD

Words: 2,940

A/N: Inspired by the movie Resident Evil. (Love that movie so bad!) But the whole story isn't based on it. I made my own plot. I just took some characters from the game. 😊 I didn't even know how I ended up typing this? Feedbacks are very much appreciated! Aaaaaaaaaah! I’ve made a zombie apocalypse one for Chris Evans as well. Entitled ‘Barely Alive’ and it currently has two parts. Link is right under this author’s note. 

BARELY ALIVE (CHRIS EVANS X YOU) (1ST PART)

Disclaimer: GIF and pictures used are not mine, only the edits are and the whole book of course.  

Everybody was huffing once they've stepped foot on the train, each one completely exhausted from the zombie-human chase that has happened with your group of people who was safe from the infection. The faces of the other group who had been in the train looked relieved that there was still survivors, people who were the same as them, and deep down in your hearts all of you know there were more. Faith was all you were holding on to, the faith to live and stay alive.

There's nothing wrong in having faith, it makes each person stronger. You know everybody who was stepping on the same train as you were strong individuals, people who are striving to stay alive with the world crumbling apart because of the apocalypse.

"This is our train," A shaggy, greasy, long haired man spat, those dark hues filled with fear, overthinking that your group plans on taking the train away from them. You stepped back apprehensively, avoiding the man's rude attitude as Chris (Evans) decided to handle the whole situation since you weren't good at talking to ill-mannered people.

"We won't take your train, we just needed a lift to Arcadia,"  He calmly spoke to the man, hoping he would cooperate and understand the situation at hand. The man still looked agitated by your entrance, his spot was suddenly taken when the leader of their group named Jill stepped in front of him, standing tall and intimidating. Her face slightly tainted by the mixture of dirt, sweat and blood, eyes holding no emotions. "We're headed there, you guys got lucky this time," She slightly smiled, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. You were quick to read the sadness behind those eyes of hers, it was the hint of grief that some of their people have been taken by the infected.

Your eyes scanned your small group of people, Robert's there..Jeremy, Anthony, Paul, Elizabeth, Aaron, Scarlett, basically the whole Marvel cast with their families and the DC cast included. You were the only person whose family was taken away from the Umbrella Corporation. A stranger in a group of famous people, and the only normal human who had survived. You didn't know why your family were the only one who was taken when the others were given as a bait for the dead and only were the only one who had survived from their harsh abduction.

Those dazzling blue eyes you've grown to love landed on yours, a look that says he was relieved you were still standing before him, alive and kicking with no wounds nor scratches. You were all lucky enough to have outrun them this time. Sebastian was quick to engulf you in his arms, hugging you off your feet as you knotted your arms around his neck, hiding your face in between his shoulder, feeling tears forming in your eyes. You were scared for your life and what future does it hold for you both and for everyone. "Shhh," Your lover sweetly hushed, giving your back gentle caresses. You heard him sniff and instantly you knew he was feeling the same way as you.

"We'll survive this apocalypse, we just gotta stick together, Y/N." Everybody was now hugging their loved ones. frightened for what was about to come. Sebastian unwrapped his arms around you, taking your face in his pretty, large hands. It felt soft and slight calloused all together, his eyes looked down on you lovingly, pupils blown in affection, "I love you, we'll stick together until the end..and I'll love you till my last breath, please don't think about giving up,"

Everybody was hugging each other, except from one person who despised you the most when you came into Sebastian's life..Her name was Valentine/Meredith. She was Sebastian's ex-girlfriend, he loves you more than anything in the world, he did everything he didn't do for her, he became the best lover that Y/N dreamed of. A dream that was once wished by Valentine/Meredith. The expected jealousy was bubbled up inside of her, resulting it to turn bigger, rotting  till she couldn't handle anymore.

She did rot. Even though she wasn't a Zombie, the jealousy inside of her began to rot till she did the most malintent thing she ever done in her life.

"N-No! S-Stop!" You groaned and choked around the hand that was tightly wrapped around your neck. Your hands wrapped on the edges of the opened train door, grasping for dear life. You could hear the high-pitched whistle of the air, tempting to try and suck you out of the train.

Your face was beginning to turn paler as each second passes by, lungs starting to desperately heave for some air. Yet, the stranger who had your neck around his large hand appeared to plan on choking till you could see the other side of the world. Death.

"It was you! You and your psychopathic family started this apocalypse!" He shouted, brown eyes glowing with ire.

"T-Those are lies!!!" Your voice croaked, desperately trying to unlatch the stranger's hand--lets name him Will since you've heard Jill talk to the bulky, bald man a while ago-- He didn't stop though, he was triggered to tighten his hold. Sucking the air out of your lungs, "I-I have nothing to do with my father's scientific profession! I know nothing!!"

"LIES! Valentine/Meredith told me every secret you held! Your family was taken by the Umbrella Corporation! You're fucking connected to those son of a bitches!" He spat aloud. You desperately scanned your surroundings. Nobody was around, it was just you, him and an empty train.

Y/N just had to take a piss when suddenly she was pulled by the huge guy who gripped her by the hair so hard, locking them up in the other side of a train where people weren't around. Sebastian was in a group meeting with the others, talking about some plans when your bladder decided to burst in the wrong time.

You couldn't help stop nature.

"You're the fucking antidote that they needed! Your blood is the medicine and answer to this nightmare!" His fingers began to tighten more, leaving no air to enter your throat, making your face turn paler and bluer as each damned second passed by. Your vision was beginning to turn hazy and everything was spinning around.

"The Umbrella corporation will come back and get you! We can't afford another death in our group and even with yours! You're the one who deserves to die! You deserve to get found and get experimented!"

Half of your feet were dangling on the edge of the train. Your heart accelerating as fast as how the train was going. The heavy, harsh wind slapping your face, telling you that you were about to die any moment. Will was forcefully pushing you back, his eyes glowing with feral anger. Only one train of thought running in his mind. He needed the kill.

"S-Somebody! Help! Sebastian!" You desperately breathed, clawing at his hands harsher, but it seemed too feeble to unlatch as you were slowly getting vincible, your strength slowly faltering.

Your bulging eyes hastily searched for any person who could help you. Will was a pretty large person and you..you were small, frail and stiff. Fighting him off would just be a waste of energy because you know you were no match with him.

However, that tiny faith in you screamed to fight him. Use those techniques you see in the movies. There was no harm in trying, and so you did.

Will was a big guy, but he's surely an idiot for bringing you close and breathing in your face because the world just turned upside down and  you've immediately gotten the upper hand when you reached up and roughly pressed his eyes, emitting a guttural scream from the large man. He released your throat, clutching onto his stingy eyes as he moved aside and you've gotten the chance to run, sprinting on the way to the door in haste.

All the pieces of your heart fell apart when a very unbelievable scene unfolded behind the clear train door. An imaginary hand crawling up to your chest, giving it a tight squeeze, making the ache unbearable to handle.

Why? Because Sebastian was fucking kissing Valentine/Meredith.

The pain in your throat came back, but it wasn't because you were being choked again. You could feel your heart sting so bad as Sebastian stood in front of her, his back on you and Valentine's/Meredith's face that you wanted to stab a million times. She was a bitch indeed.

You tightened your palms in either side of you, forgetting the fact that you were in the middle of getting choked to death and thrown outside the train. Your heart was palpitating with different kinds of reason. Anger, pain, jealousy and fear.

Your hand was about to grab the lock, yet you were left banging a hand on the clear door once you felt Will's hand painfully pulling at your roots, yelling a scream that caught everyone's attention at the other side of the door.

Sebastian was utterly frozen in spot when the woman who he held no feelings stood on her tiptoes and pressed a disgusting kiss on his lips, having no shame that everybody was around but were busy talking except from one of his friend named Mackie who clearly bulged his eyes out when she maliciously kissed him in front of them.

She was a damn, hard headed vixen who didn't care about her dignity and had no shame.

Unfortunately, you didn't see Sebastian push her off, reacting with such hostility that made her regret what she did. "What the fuck, Valentine/Meredith?! What the hell's wrong with you?!"

Then he heard a heart stopping scream.

A scream that came from you.

He was fast to turn around, scared of what happened to the love of his life. Yet, he was too late.

Y/N had already fell off the train.

It was that exact moment he knew that his heart would never forgive himself because you were gone.

Just like that, and he won't ever forget to cry every night, mourning for his dying heart.

                                        ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

6 months after:

"You sure there's still survivors in here?" Claire Redfield asked in a hushed whisper, an American special police officer who was the leader of your group. The sweet-smelling, woody scent of pine trees breezed around all four of you as you stood below a huge, beige Meditteranean house that looked untouched and placid. The house looking clear from the infected.

The four of you decided to check the house, Leon claiming that he saw somebody run from behind the back garden. You didn't know what got into you, but you automatically stood up from your seat of the bus and volunteered to come. Claire didn't hesitate for you to join with them since she knew how trained you are. She knew how tough you got from all the training and sparring you did with her. You weren't the softy that everyone knew before, you were trained to fight and be strong for the better of your future, putting aside those tears and feelings on the ground.

You've changed, you're trying to change and it was for the better. You hoped in the back of your mind.

There were still a lot of survivors inside the bus, currently waiting for what was about to come and anticipating who or what was inside the mansion. All of you stood still as you nervously stand on the porch. Leon was picking on the lock of the door knob, a tiny, faded click signalling everyone that he finally had it open.

"Positive, Claire." You whispered, keeping the gun back in your holster, hiding behind Leon. He wrenched the door knob opened, Eerie silence welcomed you, alerting everyone's senses. You took light steps while parading in, your boots sounding so quiet and theirs as well.

"How sure are you, Y/N?"

You kept your mouth shut, you didn't know how you were sure. It was what your heart could feel, and in the vague point of your mind, a tiny voice was yelling that there was someone in there and despite of your fragmented heart, you hoped it was someone you knew. Someone you loved, and a certain person who broke your heart. Leaving nothing but anger inside your shattered soul.

You fixed your crouching postures once your team stopped inside a circle of a marbled, black floor. The ceiling was too high to reach, a very lavish chandelier dangling on top of your heads. Your hearts skipped a beat when you heard faded foot steps echoing around.

"I am strangling you alive when we're compromised, Y/N!" Leon whisper-yelled. Leaving Claire's question unanswered. You felt a ball stuck in your throat as your eyes skimmed around the mansion, your heart skipping a beat from nervousness, anticipating for what or who was living inside the place.

Everybody heard an ear-wrecking creak, your eyes roamed from left to right, the sound continuously perceptible. "Something's going to fall," Leon uttered, senses on full alert. The creaking sound stopping just as all your breaths did and with a quick clang, everybody knew it was the chandelier falling.

Everybody ducked, rolled and maneuvered away from the circle, leaving you alone and distracted by the hushed whispers echoing inside a certain room from the second floor, seeing a silhouette disappearing in the shadows. Your hands were trembling, breath stopping and eyes focused on the falling chandelier above you. Is that how it all ends for you? To get killed by a huge chandelier falling on your head?

"Y/N!" Your team screamed for your name, your feet were rooted on the ground, trying to accept the fate of your death. Your foot trembled once you took a step back, was it all too late?

Then, you felt a body harshly pushing you away. Your body landing on the floor with a loud and painful thud, your head hitting the floor, the world spun around you like a whirlpool. Darkness hugging you for a moment or so until you realized a warm body was hovering above you, coughing out the dust that was flying all around.

With a blink of an eye, you were met with the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen, the eyes of the man you had ever loved with all your heart, and the only man who have crushed your heart into pieces from the moment your life changed when you fell on that train all the way to Arcadia.

"Y/N??"

His Steele blue eyes turned duller, losing it's glimmer. Earning dark eye bags underneath his feature that you loved the most. The color of his face lost a ton, making him look less happy with his life.

The man above you was like a different man and you were in shock. Completely flabbergasted with your mouth ajar, you've longed for him, for his touch and the warmth radiating off him whenever you both were together.

Yet, everything felt different with the pain inside of your soul. You hardly closed your mouth, spitting out a name that seemed difficult to verbally say for you as he was finally up close and personal for the first time after the accident happened.

You were choking in your own words, mouth keeping a straight line, blinking in the tight feeling forming inside your chest. It was too painful to look at him because all you could recall was the memories with him, coming at you one by one.

"Sebastian?"

It's that exact moment you knew you were dying inside. As much as how he did when he thought he would never get to see you again.

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