#and my legs started shaking and i couldnt get across

[captjprice]

Valeria x reader, reader made a nice dinner but valeria couldnt wait until dessert

Valeria Garza x F!Reader

Dessert has a different meaning for Valeria.

A/n: no comment

Mentions: Nsfw, fingering, cunnillingus, domvaleria, subreader, degrading(?), overstimulation

Pleas fall onto deaf ears as you paw at Valeria's shirt, trying to get her to listen to you. Your ass presses uncomfortably into the dinner table that she's pushing you against, her hands wandering over your body. ''Please. Dessert can wait, mi belleza,'' She pleads, giving a soft squeeze at your waist, trying to convince you.

Valeria was definitely not one for quickies, often too busy or enjoying the peace and quiet to do something inbetween, but now she seemed so needy.. You give a look, one that tells her that you want this, but you put effort into this meal, even the dessert.. But you find no real room for arguing when she tugs at your shirt, latching her lips onto your neck. You whine, your hand absentmindedly running up to tangle in her hair, and your head leans back. ''Okay, mmh.. Val, we can go to the bedroom..''

A loud laugh comes from Valeria, and she shakes her head. Her hands trail to your ass, pulling you up to sit on the table. ''Bedroom? Why? This table will be fine.'' She says simply, pushing you further on it. ''You can't be serious!'' You shriek, eyes wide as you watch her run her hands over your thighs. She seems deadly serious. 

''What do you want first, my fingers or my mouth?'' Valeria asks softly, already making work of your pants, unbuttoning them. ''Hips. Up.'' She says bluntly, and it snaps you out of your little trance, and you raise your ass so she can slide the pants out from under them. ''Um, oh, what did you say?'' You repeat sheepishly, squirming a little as she raises your leg and kisses your calf. ''My fingers, or my mouth. Which one first?'' The question has you blinking, staring at her.

Valeria's so fucking pretty, half-grinning at you as her hands rub along your leg. ''Maybe both, hm? I bet you'd prefer that.'' She says lowly, leaning forward to give you a long kiss, ghosting her fingertips across your panties. It's no wonder you're soaked, and Valeria grins at the feeling of it. ''Both, then. Your pussy's answering for me,'' She hums, lowering to her knees. 

''Valeria, we can just go to the bedroom, we don't have to do this here–'' You squeal, halting when she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, tugging you so that your lower half hangs off the table, ''Oh, my god..'' You let out. Lord, this woman is dedicated. You watch as she gazes at your underwear, before grabbing at them and tearing them open. The sound of it makes you jolt, and you huff. ''I liked those.'' Valeria scoffs, tossing the remainder of them to the side. ''I'll buy you new ones. Prettier ones, with lace around the edges.''

The thought of her doing that for you makes your cheeks burn, and your lips part slightly as she inches closer to your dripping core. Valeria grins, acting like you're the prettiest sight ever.

Well, you are to her.

''It's a little pathetic, no? A few words, all that's needed to get you all hot and bothered. Already making a mess before we've started.'' Her words makes everything feel warm, not just your cheeks this time. The humiliation, she loved it. Loved watching you squirm and become shy. ''Valeria..'' You moan, moving your hips slightly so she'll get the memo. ''Impatient,'' Valeria grumbled, her hands tightly gripping your thighs as she moves even closer, her breath fanning over your pussy. You sigh in response.

She's not really one to tease, not when you're waiting for her like this. Valeria's tongue darts out to teasingly lick over your clit, and the first feeling of stimulation makes you let out a breathy noise. She continues to give kitten licks, before gently adjusting one of your legs to rest on her shoulder, leaving her with a free hand.

Her lips close around your clit, nipping at it. ''Oh, my god.'' You cry, to which Valeria hums before pulling back. ''No god here, only me.'' You want to smack her, but you feel like jelly. Everything does, especially when she puts her mouth back on you, that free hand of hers ghost over your folds. Her middle finger rubs along, gathering some of your slick before she presses it inside of you, knuckle deep.

You swear only she can draw out the most unholy noises out of you like this, only work her mouth like this on you. She keeps her hands still, only keeping her attention focused on your clit instead of your cunt. In a pathetic attempt you buck your hips, trying to get some more feeling from her hand. She gives a disapproving hum, still busy on your pussy as she decides she'll give you what you want– just this once. 

She pumps her hand, albeit slowly and keeps her eyes trained on you, relishing in the way you whine and throw your head back. Your hips move, trying to go along with the rhythm. It's a shame she won't have you cumming on her mouth this time, she thinks.

Valeria abruptly pulls away, but compensates by speeding her hand up a little bit. ''Mm.. Look at you, you're so needy,'' She pushes you back up the table so you won't slide off. ''You're just a little pretty toy, no?'' She leans in, and she adds another finger into your sopping cunt. The squelching sounds echo through the kitchen, and you look away out of embarrassment. ''Say it. Say you're only for me.'' She demands.

You swallow, '''M just your plaything, Val– Ahh! Mhh, please.. Just for you,'' You babble, head empty as your eyes flutter closed. ''That's right.'' She cooes. She can feel and hear you getting close, your moans getting higher pitched and short. ''You gonna cum for me, pretty?'' Valeria asks, watching as you nod and open your eyes, batting those pretty lashes. Your lips are parted, practically begging for a kiss.

She's happy to give it to you, especially when you're dripping on her hand like this, just about to cum. Your moans get muffled by her lips, even when you squeal when you come undone. Your legs twitch, and you're panting, but she's still going. Her hand continues pumping in and out of you, and your hand flies to her wrist between your legs. ''Mmhh, I came, you– Nnhh.'' 

Valeria doesn't seem to care, watching through heavy lids as she smacks your hand away. You're sensitive from your orgasm, no wonder you're squirming. 

''One more, belleza, okay? Be good for me.'' She whispers to you, tugging your shirt up to expose your tits. A shameful whine escapes you, drawling out into a moan as she squeezes at your chest, leaning down to catch a nipple between her teeth. ''Oh, oh my god, Valeria, Oh..'' You're not even sure what you're saying, it just blurts out. Her tongue runs along the sensitive bud, causing you to arch into it. You're so easy to rile up, it's ridiculous.

Valeria pulls back, watching you pant. Her other hand comes down to play with your clit, and she only feels a little mean for overstimulating you like this. ''Please, oh, please, i'm gonna cum, it feels so good..'' You ramble, legs hooking around Valeria's waist as you continue to buck your hips.

''Mm, cum for me. Cum on my fingers,'' She encourages, pressing against your clit. It's all it takes for you to moan out again, shaking as she helps you through your orgasm. 

She loves seeing you like this, all blissed out and fingered dumb. After a few moments she pulls you to sit up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. ''You did so good, so how about a nice warm bath?''

[evie-sturns]

ᴇxᴀᴍ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: you're mind is clouded with stress due to the fact your final highschool exams are next week. matt comes over to help you with studying, and also to take your mind off everything.

contains: smut, fluff, small age gap?, swearing, crying.

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matt and i have known each other since he was 13 and i was 11, our families have been super close for around 7 years. a year ago Matt confessed to me, I felt the exact same.

"oh my fucking god." i groan, throwing my head into my hands as i feel a burning sensation at the back of my throat.

its my final exam week starting tomorrow, and i'm attempting to catch up on last minute homework beforehand. matt graduated 2 years ago, he was top of his class, i pick up my phone and dial his number.

i need desperate help.

"hey!" matt says into the phone, a smile clear by his voice.

i sniffle quickly before starting "please come over nothing is making sense." my voice wobbles as i clutch the phone in my hand.

"oh fuck-.. no yeah ill be round in 5 minutes okay?" he says gently into the phone.

i nod like he can see me, then hang up.

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i hear my bedroom door opening, my head snaps up to look at him from my bed. hes got worry painted across his face as i see his eyes dart over my matress, which has several books on it. "you okay?" he asks, walking over to my bed and sitting down on it opposite me.

i shake my head "i can't do this shit" i groan, matt nods understandably before grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face.

"look at me" he says in a serious tone, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "i'm gonna help you okay?"

"thank you," i say as my voice breaks.

he sits up and walks over by my side before plopping down on the bed next to me, he grabs the textbook which has around 15 questions left on it. "not even ai understands it, i tried." i sigh earning a laugh from matt, i lean my head on his shoulder.

"basic algebra, you know this, i know you do sweetheart."

i shake my head "my brains so fucking foggy i bet you i couldnt do a 6th grade multiplication table right now."

"foggy like how" he questions, tilting his head.

"just everything i have so much on my mind." i reply lifting my head off his shoulder and staring at the questions.

"you're okay, look- 'factorising an algebraic equation means writing the expression as product of factors, which are simpler algebraic expressions, this is done..." the rest of what matt says doesnt get through to me, i cant physically wrap my mind around it right now.

i feel my eyes start to water before several tears start to flow down my cheeks, "got it?" matt asks, keeping his eyes fixated on the page resting on the sheets. i stay silent "hello?" he says again, this time looking over at me.

"oh god- no no don't cry" matt panics, grabbing my cheeks and giving me a gentle kiss.

"i can't think." i squeeze out, matt wraps around me. "this might not sound like good timing but, i can.. help you?" he says nervously, grimacing slightly.

i hand him the pencil, his words not passing through. "no no, like i can take your mind off of the work for a little bit" he repeats.

realisation hits me and my eyebrows raise, my head snapping round to look at matt who has an innocent expression plastered on his face. i nod, and without another word my shirt is halfway across the room.

he laughs quietly, his shirt meeting mine in the corner of the room. his chain lays loose on his bare chest. he stands up off the bed, i lie back. "i want you to just be a... - like a uh" my eyebrows scrunch "a what?"

"i hate the word but its the best way i can describe it." matt chuckles, "say it!" i smile

"pillow princess..?" he says quietly, icking himself out.

"okay" i shake my head with a wide grin before.

matts long cold fingers reach out to grab the waistband of my sweatpants, sending goosebumps down my body. he tugs at it gently, letting it slide down my legs.

"you okay?" he asks while unclasping his belt "i think?" i reply stupidly.

he nods, his tongue sticking out to wet his now dry lips. his baggy jeans pool at his ankles, leaving him in his boxers.

"ready?"

i nod, "yep-..yeah"

he stands between my legs before hovering over me, colliding our lips together aggressively.

it never fails to shock me how he can switch from so innocent to so.. different.

i moan lightly into the kiss as i feel his clothed bulge against my inner thigh. he abrubtly pulls away from the kiss pecking kisses down my neck, to my chest, to my stomach.

i squirm desperately on the bed as he pauses just above my clit.

"more." i whine, matt shakes his head, lifting his head up and grabbing my thighs he spreads them further apart.

i throw my head back "fuck." i breathe, before i can breath again matts tip presses against my clit. i instantly look up, questioning how hes just undressed the rest of the way in under a second.

he runs his soft tip through my folds, he presses only an inch or 2 inside of me before he pulls out, continuing to tease me.

"matt i need you." i groan, my back arching off the bed.

"can you get on fours for me sweetheart?" he asks softly, i nod, instantly flipping over and arching my back.

"good girl." he coos, lining himself up with me. "gonna keep being whiny?" he asks, i shake my head no. "thats right." he says.

"this is whats gonna happen okay? you aren't gonna start asking me to slow down because i think we both know how needy you were just acting."

fuck.

i dont think a single sentence has ever turned me on more.

i nod frantically, matt presses down on my back, arching my back more.

i feel him slide halfway inside of me slowly before slamming the rest of his length into me, earning a squeal from me.

before i can even process my thoughts hes slamming full force into me, deeper and deeper each time. my moans cloud the room along with heavy breaths coming from matt.

his tip continues to bruise my cervix, i clench around him each time it does.

"fuck-.." i hear matt whimper lowly from behind me.

he reaches a hand round under me and presses on my lower stomach.

hes never done that before, but holy fuck am i glad he did.

i instantly release over matts cock, clenching harshly around him with a scream.

matt pulls out, releasing over my back.

"you-you okay?" he stammers breathlessly, flopping down beside me.

i nod, my mind fully blank.

i guess him 'helping clear my head' worked.

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matt finishes redressing me before sitting back down next to me, the air around us is hot and thick, but matts still determened to get this homework done.

"okay- so as i was saying factorising an algebraic equation means writing the expression as product of factors...

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matt and i have been working through the textbook for about 20 minutes, everything makes sense and now i can't understand what i wasnt understanding earlier.

"you try this one okay?" matt hands me the pencil and i start to scribble down the awnsers. "you got it!" he smiles proudly, kissing my cheek.

i yawn, tired out from.. everything.

"you tired?" he asks, wrapping him arms around me and flopping down on the mattress. "very." i reply, my voice croaky.

"you wanna sleep, we can finish this tomorrow morning okay? and ill just drop you off at school or whatever." he asks, without another word im fast asleep on his chest.

1:24am

i wake up to the sound of pencil scribbling on paper, confused i sit up. matts sitting criss cross on the bed, leaning down over my textbook and filling in all the awnsers.

"matt?" i groan, rubbing my eyes.

"go back to sleep gorgeous," he replys, looking back at me

"what are you doing.." i ask, my eyes adjusting to the light.

"im doing this for you, you already know how to do it, i saw you. you're gonna be too tired to do this in the morning." he says.

i crawl over to matt and smother him in kisses "maattt, thats adorable."

"shush, this is a one time thing." he replys, shaking his head with a smirk.

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[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Pairing: Ghost X (f)Reader

This starts out kinky but ends up emotional.

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He'd always considered himself a patient man.

At least, that's how he was raised to be.

But he was currently struggling to uphold the values of being gentlemanly. Because you seemed to be playing a game called "how far can I push him till he fucking loses his shit?"

You'd started exploring role play early enough into your relationship. You have discovered some kinks from previous relationships, and he was more than eager to discover them with you. He was a quick learner, too, quickly taking on the role of the dom who used you and played with you as he pleased, and you, his bratty girl was there to push his buttons until he ravaged you.

A chuckle of disbelief ripped out of his throat as he set down his bag and closed the door. His reaction was to you currently getting your purse, dressed in what looked like a nighty. From the shoulder straps ruffling across your exposed collarbone, to the silk hugging your breasts and waist and leaving nothing to the imagination, and the bottom of your skirt tickling the tops of your thighs before your legs slid down into doll shoes with platform heels, tied together at the front with a ribbon. "You're not going anywhere dressed like that."

"Nice to see you too." You murrmered, rolling your eyes as you gathered your keys, knowing it would drive him crazy. "Why not?"

"Because I won't be there with you,"

You lifted a chin at him. "Well, you haven't touched me in months -"

He scoffed. Haven't touched her in moths - He was at the base working his ass off since January. He shook his head. You were really going for it.

As far as you knew, he was military. And that included spending his time away from home. He'd told you this when the two of you began seeing each other seriously, a month before he proposed.

You narrowed your eyes at his scoff. "There's nothing wrong with me wanting some attention. If not from my husband, then I might as well get it from-"

"Oh, you want attention from someone else, huh?" He growled, walking towards you, his eyes gazing over your body darkly. When he reached you, his hand landed promptly on your throat as he backed you against the wall. "Take it off. Now."

Back against the wall and in your favorite position, all you could do was blink up at him nervously while slipping off your dress and letting ot fall between your legs.

"Good girl," he said.

You swallowed, patiently waiting his next command.

He tightened his grip on your throat. "What do you say?"

"Thank you," you rushed to tell him.

"Thank you, what?"

"Thank you, sir." You corrected yourself, biting your lip as you gazed up at your man.

But it was different. You often greeted him with a scene when he returned home from the base, but he's been gone three and a half months. It was some dangerous mission spouses could know nothing of... and that meant absolutely no contact. You went crazy not hearing from him for that long, not knowing if he was okay or not. No matter how you tried to distract yourself, nothing took your mind off of your worries.

And here he was. Finally, arriving a day after a phone call asking for a "warm welcome" when he returns home. You were so excited you could barely stop your hands from shaking. But now that he was in your arms, you couldn't hold back. Your hands lifted to cup his beautiful face. His warm eyes looking down at you. Strong jaw covered in stubble, tensed as he was technically "upset" with you at the moment.

He was okay. Safe at home. Safe with you.

You felt your eyes tear up as you leaned in to kiss him. He captured your lips in a rough embrace of his own, pressing you towards him by the back of your head. You couldnt help but moan as you two kissed. Every inch of him against you felt magical.

"I missed you." You wispered against his lips.

He trailed impatient kisses down your throat, nipping and biting the skin down to your collarbone. "God, I fucking missed you so much, darling."

It felt so good to hear, and you let out a sound between a moan and a giggle.

"My y/n. My fucking girl." He snarled against your ear, tickling you there.

You nodded eagerly along with his words. "Yours, please never leave me this long again."

You wanted him to claim you. To hold you and never let go.

"Shh, it's okay." He whispered, his fingers brushing against the top of your panties. "I'm right here baby, right here with you. I'm never letting you go."

You'd pulled his top over his head, kissing every inch of skin you could get your hands on. Scattered cuts, bruises, and marks met your lips, as well as his dog tag, sending a cool feeling against your skin. You ran your hands over the scars covering his chest - some old, some fresh. They were so deep, must have caused him so much pain, your heart clenched, and you tried to swallow your sob.

His gaze met yours. "Hey, are you crying?"

You shook your head, unable to look away from the scars.

He raised your chin to look up at him. "It's all worth it if i get to come back home to you, safe and mine."

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. You were so lucky to have found him. "I want you now. Not. Just you."

He nodded, getting your implication. "I want that too."

He lifted you and carried you to your bedroom. Lowering you on the bed, he started to kiss down your chest. He reached the top of your panties, nipping at your thigh. "God, I'm so lucky to have you, I dont deserve you, darling."

You didn't have time to respond before he dipped his tongue into your pussy. You arched up against him, your fingers intertwined in his hair. God, did you miss this feeling. After what felt like hours of him licking, teasing, and edging you, you were shaking.

"Please, Si-" you begged. "Fuck me."

"Baby, youre not prep-"

You insisted desperately. "I dont care. I need you right now."

Not needing to be told three times, he lined himself up against your entrance and slowly pushed in. It only hurt because you haven't felt the sensation in months, but otherwise, you were wet enough for him to practically slide in in a second.

You haven't felt him in so long. Your arms wrapped behind his back to pull him closer. Looking up at him, brow narrowed in an expression of desperation, and mouth dropped open as he exhaled on each thrust. You never wanted to close your eyes again.

"I love you." You spoke softly.

He lowered himself to his elbows and kissed you as he continued to fuck you. As he did, he kept whispering how much he loved you, holding you open for him.

[dani-says-stuff]

The Art of Distraction

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❥ Back to the Control Center

❥ Nate Hardy Masterlist

- couldn't wait to bulk post, i'm actually pretty proud of this one

- i didn't end up using the exact line/prompt in the request because it didnt really fit, but it's similar enough for the point to get across

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Nate Hardy x fem!reader

Summary: Based on this request

i tried lol, i dont know if it's as spicy as you were hoping it to be, but i packed it with extra stuff just incase that part came out super cringy.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: cringe, suggestive(?), mentions of a haunting that i completely made up for background, very very loosely based on the witch's forest video, inconsistent capitalization, my usual grammar warning... i dont think theres anything bad in here but to be honest i cant really remember

Dialogue Key: Probably dont even need this, but just for consistancy

Y/N

Nate

couldnt really find a great gif for this fic, but i think its funny so im dropping it here.

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It had been a few hours since you had returned home and you'd yet to stop shaking. You'd been on investigations with Nate and the boys in the past, but this one in particular threw you way more than you thought it would. 

For the entire car ride back home, the events wouldn't stop rapidly flicking through your mind. Nate's arm resting on the console and his hand softly placed on your thigh did little to ground you as it normally did. The thought of reaching down and intertwining your fingers as you'd done many times before didn't even come to mind, your hands too busy picking at your sleeves to do anything else. 

Dark midnight skies barely visible through clusters of twisted curling tree branches. 

Thick wooden trunks placed around you like a maze, they all looked the same no matter which direction you went. 

Dry dirt and bits of gravel kicking up in clouds behind you, scraping up the backs of your legs from the speed at which you were running. 

Branches strewn across the overgrown path splitting and cracking loudly beneath your feet. 

Your throat, raw from screaming out to the boys. 

Your heartbeat, deafening in your ears. 

Nate's one-sided conversation through the duration of the ride back barely made its way to your ears, it felt like you were underwater or your ears were stuffed with cotton.

The only thing you could hear clearly was the memory of your own panicked screams earlier that night. 

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It had started just as any other investigation had, and for the first time in a while, it wasn't happening in a building. 

The first half of the video held a strangely nostalgic vibe. In the days of a better quality Sam and Colby channel, where they were now able to book the big shot hauntings and go to different countries with loads of equipment, would sit a small video similar to those of their early days.

They were once again investigating an area that wasn't highly publicized, the only ones to know of it being the eager locals with decades of ghost stories to share. 

It was said that there was a witch who lived deep within the forest many centuries ago. She dwelled in a quaint cottage where she would practice her spells and hexes... or at least that's how the villagers of the time saw her.

It didn't matter that the woman was in the woods alone because her family had all perished from sickness.

It didn't matter that she was cooking up the same herbal home remedies as everyone else.

When the drought came and wiped out the village crops but the witch's garden in the woods flourished due to the untouched aquifer beneath her land, they were furious.

It was said that they marched upon her house late one night, torches and pitchforks held high, enraged at the witch in the woods. They yelled, taunting her to emerge so they could take her into the small town square. When she refused, they tossed their torches at the structure, laughter overpowering the screams of the woman inside as the house was engulfed in flame. 

It was thought to be an old wives tale, the witch deep in the woods brooding silently as she worked on enchantments was hardly anything new. It was simply a story passed down from parent to child in hopes of keeping the energetic children from venturing off too far on their own. 

But then they started finding things.

The ruins of a small house, a foundation of stone left behind in the middle of the forest.

Old, hand-made historic brick, placed in a careful circle like the makings of a well.

The bones found throughout the property, most likely scattered by animals and winds over time.

With the influx of people from the small town once again venturing into the forest, it was only natural that the witch would awaken. 

So, you all ventured into the woods with no more than a flashlight each, a spirit box, and a REM pod to see if you would be able to communicate with the spirit of the witch that haunted the woods.

When the sun set was when everything went wrong.

The REM pod began going off rapidly, pointing in every direction, no clear responses being drawn from the item. The spirit box chirped to life despite never being turned on, spouting one word.

Run. 

Branches cracked from close behind you, startling your group of four to do exactly that. 

You made it a few feet when you tripped over something cold and solid, just tall enough to catch the end of your shoe as you ran. Your flashlight tumbled from your hand, rolling across the ground to show two very terrifying things. 

One, the lack of the three boys running along behind you, meaning that you had managed to run off in a different direction than they had. You were now completely alone in the forest that was difficult to navigate in a group. 

Two, a short stone wall standing before you, encapsulating the leafy floor you were splayed across. You had managed to run straight into the remains of the cottage. 

If matters couldn't get any worse, the very thing commonly experienced by those who ventured to this area happened to you. It was said that if you ventured onto her land, the witch would drain the power of your devices and most often—the batteries of your flashlights.

Any sort of light brought near the ruins in the dead of night would be promptly snuffed out, assumingly because of the tragedy that occurred the last time beacons of light were brought to the location. 

Your flashlight began to flicker. 

Once.

Twice. 

And then the light was gone, submerging you completely in the stale darkness of night. 

Everything after that was a blur, all you could comprehend were the quick flashes terrorizing your mind. 

Dark midnight skies.

Clusters of twisted tree branches. 

A wooden maze of towering trees. 

Dry dirt and bits of gravel stinging your legs. 

Burning muscles. 

Overgrown paths.

Panicked screams of both you and Nate as you scrambled blindly through the wood. 

Your heartbeat pounding in your head.

Just as it felt like you were running aimlessly then, you felt as if you could make no progress now. 

No matter how far you ran—no matter how much time had passed—you stayed terrified. 

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Both bedside lamps were on as you burrowed yourself under countless layers of blankets and sheets, your body curled in a tight ball. After all, if your blankets are covering you, the monster under the bed doesn't know you are there.

All that peaked out from the fluffy mass on the bed were your eyes, gaze solely focused on the Disney movie you'd turned on moments before, proving to yourself that witches aren't really as scary as they appear.

Good always wins and bad things can't reach you. 

Nate entered the room about fifteen minutes into your movie, hair still damp from the shower and one of your favorite shirts of his draped over his shoulders. It was an old T-shirt from who knows how long ago, but it was soft from wear and one of the most comforting things in the world to have pressed against your skin when he pulled you into his chest at night. 

His eyebrows furrowed at your eyes, wide and alert, quickly darting to him when he entered the bedroom, "Babe?" he spoke softly, slowly approaching and kneeling down by the bedside, fishing for your hand beneath the blankets, "Are you ok?" 

His eyes were sincere and brimming with worry as he looked upon you, gaze scanning over what he could see of you, assessing any damage that may have occurred in the brief time he left you alone.

You nodded slowly, eyes abandoning the movie and choosing to find solace in him instead. 

Once deeming you in no worse condition than he left you in, his head moved finally noticing the laptop perched on the mattress and the movie that previously held your attention playing out on the screen. 

A teasing smirk graced his features, "Really?"

Heat rose to your cheeks and you somehow managed to descend deeper into your cocoon. Your words were muffled by the comforter blocking the lower half of your face, "I needed to get my mind off of it." Nate laughed quietly at your explanation making you double down out of embarrassment, "I needed something to distract me so I could sleep." 

"A Disney movie?" he spoke, equal parts teasing and condescending. 

"What?" you whined rolling your eyes at him, "It always worked when I was younger." 

He hummed, standing up and plucking the laptop from the bed, quickly shutting it off and placing it to the side despite your protests. 

"Well," Nate spoke, waggling his eyebrows at you a few times in order to get you to laugh, "now you don't need 'em."  

You raised a single eyebrow, scanning him skeptically, "Why's that?" 

"Because," he trailed off, leaning to press a loving kiss to your forehead, "I'm going to be the best damn distraction you've ever seen."

"Oh really?" 

He hummed again, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You tilted your head slightly to the side with wide puppy dog eyes staring up at him, not quite getting what he was implying, "And how exactly are you going to do that?" 

Nate pulled the covers down to your chin with a soft, lovesick smile, "Like this." he whispered, finally placing a kiss on your lips. 

Your eyes fluttered closed, a warmth flooding your body unlike the one gained from the blankets. This was a warmth that came from the innermost parts of your soul, igniting each and every nerve, setting them on fire. 

He slowly peeled back the blankets to reveal your form, arms covered with goosebumps from the stark temperature difference flew up to wrap around his neck the second they were released, fingers sinking into his hair. His own arms swiftly moved around your waist, pulling your bodies even closer as he moved onto the bed hovering over you, never once daring to break the kiss. 

The only time his lips left yours where when they moved to trace your jawline and trail down your neck leaving you breathless. 

He moved across your skin, leaving a tapestry of red and purple in his wake, painting your skin the same colors as the fireworks dancing behind your eyelids. With your mind focused on him, there was no room to think of anything else, he moved in a way that you couldn't fathom wanting to think of anything else. 

His hands dipped lower and lower, teasing beneath the hemming of your sleepshirt and caressing your warm skin.

He leaned back, removing his lips from you after what felt like hours, pupils blown wide and a loving, lustful haze clouding over his eyes. 

The only reason he parted was to drag the shirt up off your body with his own quickly following suit to be thrown blindly into a corner, lips hungrily returning to your own the minute the barrier was gone. 

He held your attention fully until the sun breached the horizon line, chasing the moon and darkness of night away as it found its rightful place up in the sky. The night was over, any thoughts you had of terrible twisting branches and evil witches dissolved in the light of morning—at least the ones that hadn't been valiantly chased away by your very own knight in shining armor. 

You lay in bed beneath the single bedsheet, head resting against Nate's chest as he absentmidedly traced shapes across your back, humming a random melody as he did so. The warm light of day breaching through the cracks of the drawn curtains, bathing your tangled limbs in soft gold. 

He was right, you didn't need to distract yourself with the technicolor animations of your childhood. You didn't need to dull your senses with endless hours of princes and princesses saving the day anymore. 

Not when you had your very own fairytale sitting right in front of you, ready and waiting to do whatever it takes to give you your happy ending. 

With that thought and a sweet smile gracing your lips you closed your eyes, finally able to get some sleep. 

[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e // Chapter Nine

A peaky blinders modern au balletcore story

Chapter List

Sonya

I felt like such a child fleeing from them like that but I couldn't stand to be in that room, having Tommy look at me with such disgust, such judgement the way that he was. I could feel the blame he placed on me then, as if he thought that the hit on Michael could be a direct result of something I'd told Freddie. But if Tommy had bothered to ask he'd know I hadn't told Freddie a thing about my family. That I'd been doing all I could to forget about my brothers whilst it seemed they had forgotten about me.

I burst through the study doors making the two lads who were loitering just outside jump with a start. I couldn't bare to look at them but I did because they'd startled me too and Id frozen like a rabbit in the headlights, my eyes full of tears, my view of them blurred. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand trying to stifle a sob, gasping with the hurt I couldn't contain, so humilated to have them witness my frankly tragic display. But I couldnt help it, I'd always been that kind of girl. The fragile one, the kind if girl who couldn't control her wild emotions, the kind of girl who's emotions controlled her.

I was shaking as I raised my other hand to my mouth, clutching the hand which already smothered my sobs, holding onto it tightly desperately.

For a second the three of us stood frozen, Isaiah watching me with a kind of familiarity, a pity in his eyes as they rested on my distraught flush. The glowing pain in my dark eyes as they darted between him and Bonnie. Bonnie watching me too, his expression hard to read, tranquil as ever and yet, the slightest tug on his brow, his eyes sorry too, something which looked like concern gathering like a shadow in his greenish eyes.

I stood there, frozen, chest rising and falling eratic and ragged. And then just like that I was gone. Like a doe fleeing the road. And fleeing was exactly what I was doing.

I ran down the hallway, feet light and quick on the stairs as I fled to the only place I thought I stood a chance and peace. The only place I really knew how to get to in that big house which my brothers kept calling home but which felt far from it to me.

I darted down through the door at the bottom of the stairs, under an archway and across a smaller room, the marble floor cool through my socks as I ran, barely skimming the floor. So light on my feet. Unaware that I was being followed because the lad ib pursuit was just as nimble as me.

When I slipped through that little door into the damp little tunnel which led out into the meadow, far across the grounds of the Shelby Mannor, I felt the damp from the cold stone floor soaking into my socks, felt the strange weight of the water soaking into the thick fluff. But I didnt care about the water, didn't care if I was ruining Sylvie's socks because my heart was pounding and aching in my chest and my mind was shaken with sorrow. With the hurt of those awful things Tommy had said to me.

Why the fucks he with you eh? What other reason could he have for getting so close to you?

Tommys cruel words played over and over in my head and every time I remembered the vitriol with which he'd slung them across the room at me another choked sob wracked through my body. By the time I reached the meadow and the lake I was breathless and I could barely manage to carry myself to the waters edge before I crumbled and collapsed in the grass, holding myself, legs in a w on the ground like a little girl, arms wrapped around my body, holding my shoulders as I bowed my head and sobbed my heart out on the floor. The tears relentless, my crying disturbing the peace and quiet. So dramatic, my grief ricochetting off the trunks of near by trees and bouncing back to me like a mirror.

I didn't realise I was breaking more than my own heart. That someone was watching me and the sight of me like that, so distraught, was making them think they might start crying too. At least I didn't until they sat themsleves down beside me in the grass, reached out carefully for one of my hands and let their fingers brush delicately over my trembling fingers.

"Y'know lass if you keep this up you're gonna have me cryin an all," said Bonnie softly, his eyes soft but still aglow with that teasing humour, his smile small but still cheeky as he withdrew his hand from mine. The gesture had only been intended to get my attention but as he sat back up and pulled away from me his eyes lingered on my fingertips and then on my sorry expression.

"Tommy make you follow me?" I sniffled wiping at my eyes with the palm of my hands, trying to hide myself behind them so that he couldn't see the mess I'd made of myself. I wasn't a pretty crier, my eyes went red too quickly, swollen and sore looking, my whole expression puffy and childish when the waterworks turned on.

"Nah lass," he said with half a lass, looking up and away from me then with that lingering amused half smile on his open mouth.

"Thats not true," I said still sniffling, wincing at the pain of trying to swallow down a more violent sob. Every now and then one snook up on me like a hiccup sharp and sudden so that it stung my throat and left me feeling bruised. "Tommys got you spying on me or somethin now right... Youre not allowed let me out your sight or something I don't know..." I trailed off, cut off ultimately by another embarrassing sob. But Bonnie only frowned, he seemed to be thinking carefully about what he said, seemed much more pensive than he had when we had first met earlier that morning.

"Its true that he asked me to protect you.." he said smirking at me and rolling his eyes as if me and him were in on some joke I'd forgotten, his smile almost drawing one from me. "But it ain't true thats the reason I followed you out here..."

Perhaps if I hadn't been feeling so sorry for myself I'd have matched his smirk with one of my own. As it happened however I just kept sniffling and sobbing, trying to catch my breath and hold it together, completely unable to control my emotions and my tears.

"Then why did you?" I asked a little confused as to why he was sitting down in the grass opposite me, one knee bent, his arms crossed over it as he watched me in all my heartbroken tradgedy.

"Cause," he shrugged, "You're cryin your eyes out lass, didn't want you contaminating me lake with all that salt water... S'bad for the ecosystem see.." he said with another smirk, his eyes sparkling with that gentle teasing. His smile growing with his confidence when I couldn't help but smile at his little joke, biting back a sob which shook my spine, blushing through the smile I tried to hide.

"Hmm," he said stroking his chin as he pretended to study me, "thats a small improvement but I'm still worried about them tears yknow..." he said with a little chuckle when I bit back a giggle that mixed with my crying and left me uncertain as to why exactly I was shaking.

"Sorry," I said then, trying to force a wider smile, remembering who I was, remembering that Shelby girls didn't reveal themselves like this, didn't let strangers know them to be vulnerable the way I was doing just then.

"Don't say sorry to me lass, its the Cattails you should be worryin about," he said still grinning, still trying to encourage a smile from me too as he shifted where he sat and wrapped his arms around his knees. He was watching me. Even when we fell into silence, just me sniffling and wiping at my tears, him sitting still and quiet, he carried on so that I felt studied, my skin prickling under his gaze. Struggling to ignore him.

"Why'd they all call yous Fen?" he asked after a minute or two of not quite awkward silence.

"What?" I frowned uncertain as to why he was trying to make conversation with me, why he was asking a thing like that instead of asking me what was wrong or why I insisted on being such an unpleasant snob around him. He had no reason to smile at me or talk to me this way, I'd given him no reason at all to be nice.

"The both of yous like, ain't it weird to be called the same thing like that?"

"Well I don't know they just always have since we were little like... Well not always I guess," I said pressing the ball of my palms to my eye sockets trying to gather the last of my tears though I knew they weren't really going to be the last.

"Must be funny being twins an havin to share everythin right down to your own name..."

"We don't share everything," I lied knowing he was almost right, since we were young we'd always shared most things, our clothes getting confused in the wash, our bed when we were still poor and living on watery lane, our dream of becoming a ballet dancer, so many rolls throughout school because the director enjoyed being able to swap us in and out from scene to scene. Enjoyed not having to worry that the understudy would change the aesthetic of their vision.

"Don't do that to your eyes darlin," he said then, reaching forward to me, taking my wrist in his hand and tugging it gently from my eye. If I'd put up a fight, even just a small protest, I was sure he'd have let go and left me to it. But I didn't because I knew he was right. "Just makes em more swollen, you need some cold water on em, draw the red out... I mean don't get me wrong, you don't need to do anythin," he said speaking quieter then, his own cheeks a pale shade of pink as he averted his gaze, chewed his cheek, all the arrogance I thought I'd recognised in him, all those Blinder traits vanished when he suddenly receded and mumbled, "y'still look dead pretty either way..."

I didn't know what to say to him then, my own smile kind of shy, kind of awkward as a blush blossomed on my cheeks too. This time when I sniffled I was smiling through the tears and I felt a little less like I was sitting stranded in the Birmingham countryside completely on my own.

"Its cause we got lost in the fens when we were little girls," I said, "we were still travelling then... y'know before our mam died... Think John was meant to be lookin after us and he lost us,"

"In the Fens?" Bonnies eyes lit up, his smile tickling his features, making me smile too. He'd probably been down that way many times before with his own family, probably knew those grassy marshes, the endless expanse of flat dry ground in the summer, so suddenly rich and dense, swampy with the first fall of rain, all the little becks and drainage streams trailing off into the wash. As a little girl those fields of long grass, with all its little creatures, all those miles to explore, had been such an adventure. Bonnie probably had similar memories. For all that shit I'd thrown at Tommy he was right, me and Bonnie would have lived similar lives up to the point of my mothers suicide.

"I don't remember it," I said, "but me an Fen didn't know we were lost, we were having a lovely time playin in the marshes," I said letting out another little laugh which Bonnie echoed. He held his shins with his hands as he leant in to listen to me and I realised that we both must have looked like to children sitting there in the grass. "By the time they found us again we were soaked to the bone and freezin, covered in mud and bits of pond weed stuff, came down with a nasty fever a few days later, mam was livid, I think John got into a lot of trouble for it..."

He grinned, chuckling away, telling me he remembered getting into similar trouble when he was a wain.

"Don't really remember me mam, but I remember the trouble me sisters used to get for letting me off on me own when we were out to play," and then as if a distant memory, one he'd almost forgotten, had just washed over him like a wave he laughed, his grin lingering as he looked up at the sky and then into the distance somewhere over my shoulder. "There was this one time actually, we were travelling along down the east coast of scotland, they let me off on me own at the beach, you know one of those lovelyns where the forest comes right down to the tide line... They let me off on me ones and I built a raft, tied all these bits of drift wood and branches together with kite string and then tried sailing it... I was half way out to see before anyone realised what I'd done and me dad had to swim out to get me cause.." he trailed off, his own amusement overtaking him for a moment, his eyes really bright when he laughed, "cause I couldn't fuckin swim," he said sniggering into his sleeve, his laugh making me laugh too, just as shyly, hiding my smile in the crook of my elbow as I tried to hide away. It felt strange that he could have changed my demenour so quickly, i didnt like that I appeared so easily moved then.

"Think my mam would have killed our John if me an Sylvie had ever done something like that," I said with a lingering smile trying to imagine him as a little boy, sailing out to sea. Bonnie just chuckled, this fond little smile lingering on his lips when he shrugged his shoulders.

"Aye," he smirked, "think she probably did half kill our Esme for it," he said, "fuckin stupid kid though I was, bet yous two never did anythin that daft..." he was blushing again, only slight, his eyes taking on that dark, pensive shadow again when he met my gaze. I was blushing too, I didn't know what to say to him. But the longer we lingered in that comfortable quiet, those small smiles on our lips, the worse I felt for the hostility I'd shown him all day. Because it wasn't him I'd been wanting to hurt with all my vitriol and childish remarks. It had been my brother. Probably everyone knew that except Bonnie.

"You know you don't have to stay out here waitin on me," I said quietly, picking at pieces of grass, snapping the thin green stems, looking down at my feet, "I know Tommys got you followin me round like I need babysittin an all but I'm fine out here on my own..." I said awkwardly.

Still Bonnie just leant back in the grass on his elbows, legs stretched out in front of him as he relaxed, laidback grin, his eyes scanning the sky, one dark curl falling across his forehead. He really did look out of place then in his jeans and that bright blue adidas jacket, the polo tshirt he wore tucked into his waistband a little baggy, a little too 80s to be hanging round the grounds of a country estate with a forlorn ballerina in her white tights and her sisters slipper socks.

"Don't take this the wrong way darlin but, you're still cryin... Don't really seem fine on your own to me..."

"Didn't my big brother warn you, I'm always crying," I said sulkily, making him chuckle with my pouted lip and still teary eyes, my lashes lined with tears that were waiting to fall.

"That true?" he asked still smiling, still looking at me from under his lashes like he already knew me. Like he wanted to know me better.

I bit back a shy little smirk.

"Uhuh... I know," i rolled my eyes, a little melodramatic, "I'm a real cliche..." but Bonnie just smirked and shook his head.

"Well thats the saddest thing I ever heard," he said with a small shrug, his eyes flickering over me again, meeting mine and holding my gaze until I couldn't hold his anymore, averting my eyes to my hands, wiping another tear on the back of my hands.

"Its not that sad," I said with a self concious shrug, receding into myself and away from him. I couldn't tell if he was flirting with me or not. It didn't feel like I was being charmed, didn't feel like he was using well practiced moves and lines to chip away at me. He wasn't exactly like any of the lads I was used to, the actors I'd gone to school with. Those competitive boys with famous surnames, old money parents who'd taught them exactly what to say and to who and when.

Everything Bonnie had said and done so far that morning had seemed so natural, a little clumsy a little shy, but natural. I didn't feel like he was acting, didn't feel like I needed to put on an act for him.

And yet I knew that this was exactly what made me the weak link in the family, the least Shelby of us all. It had hurt to hear Tommy say it outloud, for him to call me naive in front of Sylvie, within earshot of Bonnie and Isaiah, but it had hurt because it was true. Bonnie was proving that to me now because all he'd done was follow me outside, show me a little smile when I was crying, and there I was opening slowly like a shy flower in the evening sun. A little slither of dusk and I was looking at him with my most honest eyes.

"Its not sad," I said it again, sucking my cheek in and then cracking a self aware half smile, "If you cry over nothing and everything all the time no one can ever really tell when you're genuinely upset, maybe I'm just leaning into drama..."

"Yeah? What about now, are you leanin into drama or is this just now, genuine?"

I bit my lip, a little caught out because I'd been expecting my words to wash water off a ducks back the way that kind of talk usually did. Usually people rolled their eyes, called me aloof behind my back, told me I was 'mysterious' to my face. But Bonnie, despite his teasing smile, seemed to want a real answer. So I gave him one.

"I'm fine Bonnie Gold," I said my eyes meeting his, his name foreign on my tongue as my lips curved around the syllables for the first time, "Its just my brother see, I don't know if you know this about him but..." I trailed off, forcing a smile, one which probably looked far more sorry than it was supposed to when tears still gleamed in my eyes, "but he's a little bit of a cunt..."

He laughed then, a real laugh. I'd shocked him with my harsh words and he was, for a second, speechless.

His grin lingered as he looked away and when he looked back at me he was still laughing so that the longer it went on, his beaming smile poking dimples in his rosy cheeks, the more self concious I became, feeling my own cheeks heat up. An awkward smile on my lips.

"What?"

"Nothing, its nothing," he chuckled settling down though the grin still lingered and when he looked me up and down I got the feeling he was still trying to work me out. "Just don't sound right thats all, you sayin a word like that with your pretty little accent..."

My smile grew, awkward and shy. His green eyes still watched me but I couldn't bring myself to hold his gaze for very long.

"I don't have a pretty little accent," I frowned, "are you callin me a fuckin toff?" I narrowed my eyes at him, suddenly so aware of my annunciation. Cheeks burning, temper prickling though I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

"Nah," he chuckled, "certainly don't sound like your brothers though do you lass..." he said giggling somewhat pleased with himself when my frown etched deeper into my brow and he realised that his teasing was really winding me up. "See if you don't wanna be around that cunt of a brother today..." he started, running his hand through his messy curls, turning away from me to look out at the grounds, "you could come to my place yknow, lay low stay out the way whilst they uh... Hash it all out?"

I chewed my cheek, looking at him a little uncertain. Tommy trusted him so I could trust him. And he was right, I didn't want to see my cunt of a brother again, not just for the rest of the day but for the rest of the week if at all possible.

"And why would you want to invite someone like me back to your place?" I asked still picking at grass stems, remebering again all those disparaging things I'd said about travellers to Tommy in front of Bonnie.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well what about all that shit I said earlier for a start..." i chewed my cheek looking guilty.

"Ohhh" he breathed pursing his lips together holding back his smile for a moment, "right yeah that... For a start lass you're pretty transparent and I know you didn't really mean any of em..." he said tilting his head looking at me from under dark lashes, his eyes dark and marbled and still so understanding, and then he smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "and for seconds, this just gives you more time to say you're sorry."

And with that he jumped up and held his hand out to help me, the wink he shot me leaving me speechless and burning with a blush.

[ants-personal]

thinking about the longer tim is around evan and on this journey the more of his psst does come up to haunt him

At this point tim was in a ..slightly better place he moved past hornets and everything that happened he had gotten help and simply planned to leave forests and slenderman behind and not give them the opportunity to come back

Hence why he lives in his small beachy town across the country

But all this new stress and trama and habits brings him right back to that helpless confused and tragic time.

He has better coping skills at this time so it hasnt been the worse. Plus habits been lenient and let evan be in control for the most part so hes been able to deal with the anxiety easily.

That is until the nightmares hes seen evan and his nightmares everything still so fresh to him before being spit out of the woods and into tims car. Tim relates he remembers what it was like going for drives simply to clear his mind, or just staring at the cieling covered in sweat and tears till the sun came up.

But tim hasn't had one in long time and so it hits him harder then ever before bloodied corpes of his friends grabbing and dragging him over the forest ground as he scrambles and digs his nails into the dirt its so real he swears he can feeeel it under his nails. Kicking and screaming finally breaking free only to be in a dark house windows and dorrs beinng covered in dark thick branches and he tries to pry them off. The high pitch screeching starts and his vison becomes grainy and blurred screaming as the tall man grows larger in the corner.

He wakes with a shout sheets twisted over his legs sweaty and heart beating hard in his chest. Evan is standing by his side with his hands up a long deep scratch running down his arm. Eyes flickering over tim looking for any sign of injuries or potential attacks asking him if hes okay what happened.

Tim head is spinning as he pushes himself up and rubs his eyes apologizing if he freaked evan. Taking deep breaths out runnig his hands theoug his hair before dropping them as a glass of water is held out for him. He takes it as evan sits on the edge of the bed crossing his legs. He waves tim off with a half smile

"Its fine really I was more worried that you didnt have nightmares. Kinda made me feel like a wimp to be honest."

Theyd both lightly laugh at that tims hands are still shaking but the glass is empty and hes feeling better till his eyes travel along the red angry scratch running up evans forarm.

" Did .. I do that to you?"

Evan looks down at his arm and rubs at it before shrugging

" Yeah but only after i tried to wake you up. Youd think i would have learned not to do that, but i dont know You started mumbling something and jerking in your sleep..... so i tried shaking you. And pffft let me you tell you man you have the grip of like a goddamn beartrap i couldnt get my arm out."

i dont have like an ending to this scene really tim feels bad but evans fine with it really if anyrhing hes hurt friends and loves ones enough its only fair it happens to him but yeah maybe they go out to get coffee and fresh air or just sit and watch the sunrise idk really.

[bridgyrose]

Nora v the Furious Cat?

Nora slammed her hammer into Neo, arms shaking as she watched the girl grin as if nothing could hurt her. And to make matters worse, when she showed up, she destroyed the remembrance wall for the lives that were lost when Atlas fell. Memories of the Atlas and Mantle citizens that couldnt be saved, memories of team RWBY and Jaune destroyed in a moment of rage… it was like she had lost them all over again. 

“That… that was quite the hit,” “Neo” had said as she picked herself up, the blue and purple arms starting to lose color as they grew angrier. “But I wont let you stop me!” 

“What is wrong with you?” Nora yelled out as she dodged a few swipes, shaking as she started into the cat-like eyes Neo sported. Her legs shook as she moved out of the way and readied her hammer once more. “Why cant you leave us alone?!” 

“Neo” landed a hit on Nora, the claws nearly slicing through her aura as she continued. “I dont want anything to do with you, I want to find my creators and find out why they left me! But that wall… those faces you left on them, the same faces of the people who tried to stop me before I ripped them to shreds-” 

Nora slammed her hammer against “Neo” once more, freezing as she watched the girl go limp and a large, grey cat-like creature stumble on its hind legs as it tried to get its bearings. She slowly lowered her hammer as everything started to sink in, that her friends, her team leader, had been alive before this… thing got to them. “What… what did you do to Juane? A-and Ruby, Blake, Weiss, and Yang?” 

The cat clutched its head for a moment and stopped itself from shaking as it looked over at Neo, frowning a bit. “At least that one served its uses for now. I’m on Remnant and can finally ask my creators-” 

“Answer me dammit!” Nora yelled as she swung her hammer at the cat once more, eyes widening as it stopped with its hand.” 

“I told you I want nothing to do with you. All I want to know is why my creators abandoned me! But I see I’m going to have to deal with you the same way I had to deal with your friends.” 

Nora pulled back as the head of her hammer snapped off the handle, causing her to lose her balance. With a quick look to her left, she spotted Ren next to her, weapons at the ready. She took a deep breath and steadied herself and glared at the Furious Cat. “I wont let you hurt anyone else and I will make you pay for what you’ve done to my friends!” 

The cat grinned as it welcomed the challenge and tossed the hammer head away from him. “Then I’ll break you just like I broke them.” 

Nora nodded towards Ren and took a breath as she lunged for the Furious Cat. She winced as she felt the sting of a lightning dust bullet, and then felt the Furious Cat grab her with its claws and throw her into a nearby building. 

“Is that all you can do?” 

“Not quite,” Nora said as electricity started to run across her scars, causing them to glow slightly. She picked up the broken shaft of her hammer and swung at the Furious Cat. “Now leave!” 

The Furious Cat felt itself get pushed back from the hit, yowling as it moved away from Nora. It glared, then ran away as quickly as it came. 

Nora dropped to her knees and took a few breaths to calm herself, shaking. She flinched as she felt Ren put a hand on her shoulder, her voice shaking as she spoke. “They… they were alive…” 

Ren nodded and sighed. “We should get some rest in case that thing comes back.” 

“We… we could’ve saved them if we had been better-” 

“And right now, we have to move forward.” Ren slowly helped Nora up and pulled her close. “For them. They gave everything in order to make sure we could be safe.” 

Nora nodded and looked out towards the edge of the city, watching the tents that were lined up at the edge of the desert. “Then we have to get started.” 

[ive-got-the-issues]

i went to a club the day before valentine's day with my gay coworker who's best friends with Beats. It was actually suppose to be with 2 other friends but they both bailed. I didnt want to hang out with just my gay coworker and possibly beats bc i thought it'd be awkward but i really wanted to go out. I wore a corset top, flowing skirt with fishnets and my docs. I wasnt sure if Beats was going to go but he did. I was so nervous, when we made eye contact he had the biggest smile on his face and we hugged. He told me i looked really good. We all went to the dancefloor after i got my drinks and we started dancing. After awhile beats just started randomly telling me things again. He was telling me about the bouncer wanting to hook up with him and how some guy near us kept eyeing him. I figured that was his way of telling me we werent going to hook up or even make out. I told him at one point that i wasnt trying to keep him from doing his thing but he told me he was chilling. My intention was to hook up bc my fiancé was hours away at a concert but he actually got home pretty earlier. Me and Beats still kept flirting the entire time. My gay friend kept shaking his ass and grinding on me trying to get me to shake my ass, after awhile i started shaking my ass too and he was trying to push me back into Beats. I was oblivious that he was trying to get me to grind on Beats lmaoo. Once he finally pushed me back into Beats i was grinding on him for a bit and once my gay friend stopped grinding and saw us me and Beats stopped 🤣🤣 after awhile Beats told me again i looked really good in my outfit. Eventually me and my gay friend started shaking our ass again and Beats ended up being in back of me. I continued to grind on him bc our gay friend left (so we can have fun 🤣) and we kept getting into it. Once our gay friend would pop up we would stop grinding on each other it was really funny. We went to the bar to get another round of drinks and Beats ended up buying my drink. Once we were walking back to the dance floor it was more crowded so Beats had his hand on my lower back as we went through the crowd. When he put his hand down he ended up swiping his hand across my ass. After that we started grinding again and he started grabbing my waist. He asked if it was okay for him to touch me like that and i told him "i would've told you something if that was the case" so then he started running his hand up and down my leg. He started to smell my shoulders to my neck and then he gave me a kiss on my neck. Again he asked if it was okay. Ugh it was so hot. Then he started kissing me on my shoulder and neck and eventually moved my face to kiss him. We started making out. It was so hot. Our gay friend would pop up and we would stop making out and go back to dancing. Beats had a boner and it was hot, he apologized that he kept poking me. We kept making out on and off and grinding. After awhile we didnt care who saw us making out. He eventually asked me to go back home with him to fuck but i couldnt. Even as we left he asked me to go home with him. We both ordered our ubers to our own houses. Beats straight up asked me if i even want to get married. I was so shocked he asked that. I told him i dont want to. He told me not to make that decision based on him, i laughed out loud telling him its not 💀 like sir please 💀. Our gay friend came over and heard that. Beats still kept telling me to go home with him, i told him i couldnt. Throughout the night he kept telling me he was glad i went to the club and that he had a good time with me. When their uber got there they both just walked away thinking i was going with them. I told them "okay bye?" And they were so shocked i wasnt going with them. Our gay friend was like "i thought youre leaving with us?? Its okay i dont see anything 🙈 i dont condone it but im here for it. Ill give you guys privacy" and Beats asked me like 3 more times before they finally left. My uber came about a minute later. Immediately Beats hit me up if i was okay and in my uber already.

[amerasdreams]

I also have a phobia of bees. Sort of. If one is buzzing cloze to my face

This has a specific cause. I was stug several times as a kid but still wasn't scared of bees

Then when I was riding horse one time a bee stung me in the face. And my face swelled where it was stung

Idk if I'm allergic bc my face didn't swell totally

But it was scary. So I like automatically jump and try to get away if there are bees

But I try not to panic bc they probably won't hurt me if I don't attack them

I didnt attack or nearly step on that bee... but maybe my horse almost did or I was too close to the hive

[girlydemonbite]

Deuce x reader smut

This story is a sequel? to the ace x reader one. So enjoy

The morning didn't come quick enough, Deuce was planning on having you in his bed tonight. The thought kept him up most of the night, even when he tried his hardest to sleep. It just wasn't working. The echoes of your moans rang in his ears. The way you came undone on Ace made him feel jealous and horny at the same time. Before he knew it, it was morning. He felt so tired. He tried to sleep even a couple minutes but he heard movement in Aces bed.

Ace ended up waking up before you, Deuce could see something was up with Ace. Ace looked scared.

"Deuce, I thi-" ace begin to talk but stopped. Deuce wondered if ace knew what actually happen. But when Ace came running over to Deuces bed, deuce was quick to sit up. Ace got closer to Deuce and made sure you couldnt hear him. Ace started talking again. "I know its bad but I think some how while I was sleeping I cummed in my boxers. They feel a bit sticky and the sheets looked like I did. How am I gonna explain that to y/n?"

Deuce would feel his face heat up, as the memory's of last night ran across his mind. But Deuce had to play it cool.

"Thats gross." Deuce pushed ace away from him. "Better not let y/n see the sheets."

Ace sighed as he stared at your sleeping body. How was he suppose to hide his sheet. He didnt understand how he let this happen. He felt so gross that his jizz could of gotten on you. He hoped it didnt. That thought made him race over to his bed. He carefully pulled his blanket off of you as stared at your legs and butt. Your shorts didnt look like anything got on you. He let out a breath of relief.

"Good good." he whispered to himself.

"Youre so gross." Deuce whispered to ace, as he came over and he tried to wake you up for class. He could see the spot that Ace was talking about. He tried to keep calm. But knowing the truth made that hard. He tried to gently shake you.

Ace tried not to freak out as you sleepy got up and got out of his bed. Once you were all dressed and leaving the dorm. Ace stayed back for a bit to strip his bed. As he cursed at himself for being so dumb.

When ace finally caught up with you, ace tried to play it cool. But deep down he felt gross. How could he cum with you in his bed. He felt like such a bad friend. If he knew the truth he wouldnt feel so bad tho. But only Deuce and you knew what actually happened last night.

Ace tried not to think about it, but the thought of what if he really did get cum on you. How hot that would of been. He tried to keep those thoughts at bay, but with you sitting by him in most of your classes it felt impossible. He could feel the blush on his cheeks every time you would talk to him or lean over to help him with some work. You didnt realize how red Ace's face was but Deuce did. He knew he was probably having unholy thoughts right now. But Deuce wasnt any better. But he was just more focus on tonight and having you in his bed this time.

Most of the day Deuce and Ace had some naughty thoughts about you. But Deuce would be the only one to have them done to him.

When you all got back to their dorm, Deuce was excited to be back and for the day to be almost over. Deuce gave Ace a look that you were gonna sleep in his bed, instead of aces.

"Y/n, you can sleep with me tonight." Deuce said with a fake yawn. He was trying to see if he could get a chance to have you touch him. When you gave him a smile and agreed. He could feel his heart start beating faster. He might actually get you to himself. He tried to keep the smile on his face from showing. Part one of his plan is in the works. Now he just gotta get you to touch him somehow.

He made sure you were comfortable when it was time for you all to go to sleep. Like always it didn't take Ace a long time to fall asleep or your furry little pet. Great everyone was asleep. Deuce decided to fake falling asleep.

But When you had actually fallen asleep too something in Deuce snapped. Why didn't you wanna touch him? Was he not as good as Ace? He had the same size cock as Ace's, he even knew his own was a bit thicker then ace's. You could find that out if only you would touch him. Maybe if he trys touching you while he was pretending to sleep. Maybe it would work and push you to touch him. Maybe he should of been touchy feely with you like ace was when he was asleep. It didnt matter now. He would make you touch him the same way you did with Ace. No matter what it took.

He slowly moved his body closer to yours, pushing himself as close to you as he could. His hands were quick to explore your body, even little curve while his lips met the back of your neck to give little open mouth kisses all the way to the side of your neck, Deuce couldn't help but admit the way your skin tasted, made his dick twitch. The way you smelt like a mixture of sweat and shampoo made him wanna fuck you instead. But he kept telling himself that wasn't the plan and the plan would be much better. He felt so disgusting, but as the horny bitch he was. He didnt care. It was only fair that since ace got some action. So did he. Not that Ace even realized he got any action. No Ace thought he just came in his boxers and his bed. But Deuce knew the truth, the cock hardening truth .

He slowly grinded his hips into your ass, his dick was slowly growing hard, all he could imagine was rutting into you, fucking you so hard that your moans would even wake up Ace. But even so the thought of you fucking yourself using his body was an even better idea. Just if you would wake up. Maybe he could give you a little push. To get your body all hot and bothered. He slowly slid his hand down into your shorts and underwear, he could feel his mouth getting more wet as his fingers were on your pussy lips. His two fingers slide between your lips and started messing with your clit, your soft clit. Even tho he couldnt see it. He knew it was probably the cutest clit there was. His fingers worked slowly, painfully slow he wanted to make sure you wouldnt wake up just yet. He wanted to get your sleeping body all horny, that when you wake up you wouldnt be able to help yourself from using your friends body. His fingers slowly made circles. The little whines coming from your mouth slightly scared him but also egged him on. The more you whined the more he ended up rubbing himself against you. His dick was hard as rock, It was painful. He wished he could just slide his dick into you. But that wasn't apart of the plan. He could wait. He didnt want to use you, he wanted you to use him. Maybe if he was more brave he would take you and fuck you till you were pleding him to stop, but that wasnt who he was. He was a gentleman. Maybe a little bit of a pervert but still none the less. He wanted to be used. Being used by you sounded so nice. Deuce always told himself that he would be a dom. But right now his dick was telling him he was just a pathetic sub wanting to be used as a toy for someone elses pleasure. Even tho he knew he knew he would also get alot of pleasure out of his too.

He tried to stop his thoughts and work on your body. His fingers crawled towards your hole, Deuce slowly pushed his two fingers in your cunt, once they were as far as they could go. He kept them there for a minute. He couldnt believe his fingers were actually inside you. It was like he was starstruck. Which he over came pretty quickly when it felt like your cunt was lightly sqeezing his fingers. He couldnt deny your cute little cunt. His fingers started going in and out of you at a decent speed before he started going faster. He heard some moans slip past your lips. He was sure he would never get over now cute you sounded. He was so focused on your noises from you and your cunt that he almost didnt realize you were slowly waking up. But when he realized when you started moving he thought maybe you were waking up. He quickly pulled his hand out of your pants and tried to pretend to sleep. But not without licking off your juices from his fingers.

But sadly instead of waking up like he thought. You just ended up laying on your back. Deuce let out a frustrated sigh, as he laid there for a couple minutes. When he was sure you were actually still asleep he decided he might as while try again. His attention was now on your chest. The tank top you were wearing made it easy for him to just pull it down. He had to take a minute to take in the beauty of your boobs, his hands were first to reach you. His hands started playing with them. Giving them quite a squeeze before his mouth started sucking on one of your nipples. He heard you let of a couple whines. It was just fuel being thrown on the fire. His brain felt fuzzy. Being able to do this to you was out of this world experience. His drool was all over your tit. When he finally pulled away. He just wanted to do so much more. But you were starting to move again. He pulled your shirt back up and laid beside you wrapping his arms around you. He thought it was just gonna be another false alarm but he started to notice you were actually waking up slowly. He stopped moving and just held you tightly to his body. His arounds were wrapped around your torso. Deuce made sure to look asleep.

"Fuck." you mumbled to yourself as you woke up a bit more realizing how horny you felt. Probably didnt help that Deuces hand was painfully close to being in your shorts. The thought of just pushing his hand in your pants was hot on your mind.

You didnt get why sleeping next to these boys were getting you so worked up. You didn't understand how these two were so cuddley. You couldnt believe them simply being cuddley would make you feel like this. But here you were thinking about using your other friends body to get off.

"I hope you're a heavy sleeper like Ace." you mumbled to yourself more then anything. As you decided that once more that you were gonna use somebody sleeping body to get yourself off.

Bring his hand higher, making him cup your boob like you did with Ace. Deuce's hand were a bit bigger and a little bit rougher, not as smooth as your other guy's best friends hands. His covered more of your boob making it a big harder to make him sqeeze your boobs. But you manged the best you could as you moved his hand.

In the back of Deuces mind he couldnt help but admire the way you were already using him right after waking up. He just wished he could help you. He knew he could squeeze them better.

He wanted to just shove his face in your chest while he fucked you. But this was fine too. He was just happy to be getting used finally.

Deuce could feel the way you switched from sqeezing to having him pinch your nipples. The nipples that were just in his mouth a little bit ago. The little whines that came out of your mouth made him groan. Luckily tho you didnt stop moving. You just kept going having him mess with the little nips on your chest. But it didnt last long, cause you were already so wet. Thanks to him already working your body up with you knowing.

You didnt wanna use his fingers, not when you were this horny. Why were you already this horny? But Deuce wasnt Ace. You didnt know how heavy of a sleeper he was. He wasnt snoring. Just breathing. Even so your body was screaming out to have deuce inside of you.

"Im sorry Deuce." you mumbled to yourself as you slowly pushed Deuce away from you to get out of his grip and pushed him to his back. When he just kept his same breathing you took this as a good sign. He didn't groan or anything. Maybe he was a heavy sleeper too, at least thats what you were hoping. You didnt need your friend waking up with you on top of him. You wouldnt know how to explain that.

Deuce was trying everything he could to keep his breathing steady. But he wasnt sure how long that would last. Not when you were slowly pulling his boxers off of him. He wished he could just see the look on your face. He would give anything for that but he didnt wanna blow his cover. He didnt want things to be werid between you too. This was the only way. As long as you think he doesnt know about what is happening. Then nothing will change between you two.

Staring at his cock after pulling his boxers to his knees, you were taking every vein in. Noticing how his dick was thicker then ace's. About the same length tho. You even checked out his balls, something you didnt do with Ace. You lightly grazed your fingers over them, even giving them a light sqeeze. You wondered how much cum were in those things. Your mouth was watering and you could feel how you tightened around nothing.

Slowly taking off your shorts and panties, trying your best not to wake up Deuce. You were getting nervous now. It was one thing to do it with a guy that sleeps like a log but Deuce. This was Deuce. But you tried to block out everything that could go wrong and slowly climbed on top of deuce and hovered your pussy over his dick, before taking it in your hand and running it back and forth between your lips before finally lining it up with your hole.

While sinking down onto Deuce, he swear he was gonna lose it. He wanted so badly to grab you and ram himself into you. But he didnt. He just laid there while as you finally bottomed out.

"Please dont wake up." you mumbled, as you placed your hands on his chest trying to keep your balance before you started moving your hips back and forth, just to get use to him. It didnt take long before you started riding him. You tried to your best to go a slowly speed testing out how much you could do without waking him up. When only his breathing got a little heavy you decided maybe a little faster wouldnt hurt. Your speed increased a bit. The faster you went the more you noticed how loud his bed was being. You knew it wouldnt wake Ace up, but what if it wakes Deuce up? You tried your best to ignore all those thoughts as you kept going.

Deuce could feel all your juices run down his legs, it was soaking his lower half. But it didnt matter cause he was finally in you. He was finally feeling how good your insides felt. They were squeezing him so tightly. The squishy flesh inside you was so hot and wet. He was sure he would cum any second now, but he tried his best to keep himself from doing that. He couldnt finish like this. Not when he thought about this all day. Even tho you moaning his name was making this even harder not to bust. The way that those sweet words fell out of your mouth was like he was in a dream. He ended up letting out few pants. But could you blame him? He wasn't use to these type of things. He was happy when you didnt hear them or maybe you just didnt mind them. Cause your movement didnt stop. Maybe you were hoping for him to wake up and help you. But all thoughts went away when he could hear every nasty noise that was coming from your cunt. He never understood what people meant when they told him that sex sometimes sounded like stiring mac and cheese. But he understood now. He was sure he could never cook that again without thinking of your cunt.

"Fuck, Deuce. You're stretching me out." you moaned louder then you meant to. But you didn't even check if you were waking him up. You were too into trying to chase your high. But the more you moved the more Deuce would let little whines out even tho he was trying his hardest not to. But the praise of you tellling him he was stretching you out made his dick twitch. Man did he wanna just moan out but he felt like you would stop if he let out moans over and over. He wanted to last longer but he couldnt. His dick was pathetic, just like him. He ended spilled every drop of cum inside of you. He felt it squirt out of him faster and harder then he had ever experienced. He felt like he just unloaded every thing in his balls. With him filling you up so much, it actually helped you come undone too. The feeling of being so filled was so nice. Ace didnt even let out all this cum.

"Deuce." you kept repeating his name as you spilled your juices all over him.

Coming down from your high, you glanced down at Deuce's face. His cheeks were pretty red, making you lightly laugh. You were sure your cheeks looked the same. You were happy that Deuce was also a heavy sleeper. You didnt moved from his cock. You just sat there admiring him. His whole body was sweaty. He looked kinda pathetic. You wondered what he would look like if he was actually awake for this. You wondered would he let out louder whimpers then earlier.

Glancing over at Ace, you already knew he would think he was the best in the world. Ace would probably be cocky and smug.

Turning back to Deuce you sighed, as you leaned down and gave him a light kiss on his cheek. Kissing his cheek felt like kissing a hot heater. He was so cute even when he slept. When you leaned back up. You let out one more sigh. This time you knew you would have to clean him up. Unlike with ace most of your juices went on Deuces legs. Most of your juices with ace got soaked up by his bed and boxers.

Wiggling a little bit on his softing dick, you whined. You still felt a little sensitive. You werent use to having sex one day after the other. Most of the time you were too busy with school work and such that you didnt have time to please yourself. And even then you could never reach where these two would hit. You were kinda sad to be done. Even tho you knew it was kinda gross to have sex with your sleeping friends you couldn't help but like it. Being able to use them felt wonderful and got the job done. You couldn't help but think about when and if you even got your dorm back that maybe you could still come over once and while and secretly use them.

You decided to just sit there a little longer just wiggling once and a while to keep his dick at least a little hard. You just wanted to feel him inside you. Having your friend inside you made you feel a little closer to him in a sick twisted way.

Deuce didn't understand why you were still on him, and why you kept slowly getting him hard every time he went a little soft. Did you know he wasn't actually asleep? No theres no way. You would of said something. But ether way he wished you would get off of him before he got really hard again.

You could feel his cum slowly drip out of you every time he got softer but you still didnt wanna get off him. Even tho you were sure he would probably wake up soon. Letting out a breath you quickly got off of him before anymore cum slipped out of you. You quickly ran to the bathroom to clean up. Giving Deuce a second to breathe.

He slowly opened his eyes to stare at the mess you two made. He could see his cum and your juice mixed together on his dick and thighs. He tried his best not to get hard again with just the sight. But damn was it hard. He stared at his dick till he heard you coming back. He quickly closed his eyes and pretended he was asleep again.

You brought a warm wash cloth and carefully wiped up the mess you had made. Once you were sure most of the evidence was gone. You pulled his boxers back up him and placed the wash rag in the stuff you had brought to their dorm. Getting your bottoms back on you laid down next to Deuce. This time you laid your head on his chest and laid your legs on his own. It didnt take long for you to fall asleep not with all the work you just did.

Deuce also ended falling asleep while he imagined how you looked while you used him. He was happy that his plan worked. He didn't feel jealous anymore. But he was craving more from you now.

[radiorenjun]

i am very sleep deprived and as i was watching book of life i couldnt help but imagine camilo singing to reader the ’love above love’ song? should i go to sleep? 😀

a/n: i rewatched the book of life for this fic lmao its 2:26 am rn GO TO BED SWEETIE

“So,” Camilo started, scooting over to sit beside you under the tree you were under, a cheeky grin spread across his features, his hands behind his back.

“So?” you chuckled softly, tilting your head to the side in slight confusion. “My Mami would tell this story back when I was a kid, something about a wager between Gods on the Day of the Dead,” he said out of the blue, morphing his shape into his seemingly distressed mother for a brief second before shape-shifting back to himself. Leaning your head to the side, you let out a confused laugh, giving him a small nudge to the side. “That’s quite random,” you hummed.

Letting out a small cough, he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “A wager between Gods, huh? Do tell,” you raised your brow, leaning your chin on your palm, your elbow propped up right on your leg. “You’ll get bored if I tell you the whole story,” he rolled his eyes, letting out a small ‘pshh’ under his breath before continuing his story with enthusiasm, clearly excited to recite the story his mother had told him. “But basically, it’s about two Gods. La Muerte, the ruler of the Land of the Remembered, and Xibalba, the ruler of the Land of the Forgotten. They made a wager on three humans,” he started, making dramatic gestures with his hands.

He stood up on his feet to emphasize how dramatic his next words were going to be. “Three humans. Two boys and one girl. One boy was chosen by the girl’s father, the chief, to be the town hero, the other was forced to be a bullfighter even though he aspired to be a musician. Guess who picked who,” he wiggled his brows, shapeshifting into what he visioned the humans looked like. The teasing tone in his voice was enough for the corners of your lips to curl up into a giddy smile, humming in mock curiosity. “I wonder,” you mused, shaking your head in ponderation.

“Spoiler alert, La Muerte chose the musician boy. I don’t know if you’ve heard enough stories but the good guys always win the girl in the end, right? So the musician boy played this song on the night of the girl’s return from studying abroad,” his joking tone soon lowered into a quieter and softer one, gazing up at the pink and blue sky towering the two of you before taking a deep breath to gather his confidence. “And I thought I could sing a little song for you as Manolo did to Maria,” it was then when Camilo pulled out a guitar from under his poncho, a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Manolo being the name of the music guy and Maria being the girl, by the way,” he mumbled in addition, caressing the strings of the guitar to make a random tune. Similar to the way he tugged on your heartstrings with that simple smile.

Truly, this boy just pulled a guitar out of nowhere just to sing you a song his mom had probably sung to him when retelling the story. How could you even say no to his cheeky grin (though, you could even spot a tint of nervousness behind his curled lips)? You couldn’t even stop smiling as you nodded, waving your hand to indicate that he should continue. “I didn’t know Camilo Madrigal could be this romantic,” you teased, a grin that mirrored his own hanging loosely on your face as you cupped your face with both of your hands.

Watching the curly haired boy check the tuning of his guitar, he let out a few strums and beamed at you. “I just feel like serenading mi vida, that’s all,” he shrugged, starting to pick a few strings with the tips of his fingers. “Maybe even La Muerte herself would sit on the rooftops to listen, maybe even bless us both, who knows?” he shrugged nonchalantly, taking a few steps towards you.

I love you too much

To live without you loving me back

I love you too much

Heaven's my witness and this is a fact

I know I belong

When I sing this song

There's love above love and it's ours

'Cause I love you too much

A few of the people walking by in town had stopped to listen in on Camilo’s soft singing, a few senoritas pausing in their step with baskets in their hands, smiling absently at the young love blossoming between the two of you as the boy’s low, serene voice serenaded you. The chilly breeze that blew against your face never distracting you from the boy pouring his heart out in the form of lyrics right in front of you.

I live for your touch

I whisper your name night after night

I love you too much

There's only one feeling and I know is right

You knew that Camilo was merely joking when he said that the Ruler of The Land of the Remembered would be listening in on his singing but there was no doubt in your mind that if she really was out there, she would stop whatever she was doing to listen in on the guitar harmonizing with the shapeshifting Madrigal’s singing. You were aware that people were watching. Hell, you’d usually shrink back in embarrassment from the unwanted attention but there was something in the atmosphere that prevented you from drifting your mind away from your lover.

I know I belong

When I sing this song

There's love above love and it's ours

'Cause I love you too much

It was as if he was a siren and you were some poor, unsuspecting sailor in the sea. HIs singing was practically entrancing you, similar to the intoxicating smell of Tia Julietta’s cooking; it was addicting and you couldn’t pull yourself out of the magical trance he had put you in. It was as if La Muerte herself had granted you your own little world just with you and Camilo. It truly felt as if everyone else in town had disappeared, leaving just you and Camilo. And you think you don’t ever want to leave.

You both didn’t know if someone else had joined in or if it was just because you got lost in the endearing moment but it sounded as if other instruments had joined in to harmonize with the melody of his guitar, thus making the moment feel even more magical. Camilo’s eyes sparkled like stars as his gaze never tore away from yours, the wind blowing against his curls as he took a few more steps towards you until he was standing merely a meter away.

I love you too much

I love you too much

Heaven's my witness and this is a fact

You live in my soul

Your heart is my goal

The strumming of the guitar in his hands grew even more slower as he sat down on the ground beside you, ignoring how the grass tickled his skin as he leaned back against the bark of the tree, his eyes fixated on you. It was then when a row of flowers began to blossom from the ground, a single orchid blooming brightly right in between you. Camilo let out a soft chuckle, pausing from his singing for a brief moment just to roll his eyes at his prima’s doings before continuing with pricking the strings of his guitar with more enthusiasm.

'There's love above love and it's mine 'cause I love you

There's love above love and it's yours cause I love you

There's love above love and it's ours if you love me

As much'

With a few final strokes of his guitar, the boy looked down at the instrument, sighing silently under his breath before slowly looking back up at you with a soft smile stretched across his face. A round of applause interrupted whatever he was about to say next, finally snapping the two of you out of your little moment. Camilo’s eyes widened slightly in alarm as you both looked away from each other to see the small crowd that had gathered around you, the amused, awed expressions of both of your family members causing embarrassment to sink in.

“Do you think La Muerte would’ve walked down from the heavens just to listen to you sing that song again?” you chuckled softly, ignoring the embarrassment creeping up your cheeks as you turned to face your partner. Camilo let out a small ‘huh’ in response, startled by the way you had suddenly spoken up before letting out a small abrupt ‘oh!’, a hand coming up to mess with the locks of his hair as the other held onto his guitar tightly before letting out a nervous laugh.

“Well even if she did, I’m sure she’d know that even despite this song being written by someone else. I meant every lyric I said to you.”

[kevin6942069]

human// eddie munson x suicidal reader

READ BEFORE READING!!!!! MASSIVE TW’S!!

PLEASE TAKE THESE SEROIUS BEFORE READING!! this contains HEAVY topics of suicide and the aftermaths of suicide.

if you relate to this at all or are struggling with selfharm or suicidal thoughts, please dont ever be afraid to reach out to someone. if you need you can vent to me or talk to me. just please be safe and remember to eat.

summary: reader gives in and stabs themself, after they bleed out and die eddie munson deals with the after effects of his bestfriends death.

songs were playing in the background, i barely could even listen to them anymore. the only thing i could think of was how badly i wanted to fucking kill myself. days, weeks, months, years, almost a DECADE has passed and nothing has ever changed, my life was terrible and i couldnt fix it. ive tried everything yet, nothing worked.

so, whats stopping me from ending it once and for all? nothing.

i got up from my bed with a blank facial expression.

walking towards the kitchen i walked past eddie

“heya sweetie, bit late isnt it?” he said, but i didnt reply i just stared at him

“well- uh- sleep well” he said awkwardly while walking away to the living room

walking to the kitchen that held the knifes, i grabbed one and hid it under my shirt. 

once i got back to my room i just, sat there. on my bed with the knife up right in my hands. my hands were sweaty and i could feel tears pricking at my eyes. my hands and legs begain to shake as i imagined plunging the knife into my chest or stomach. the feeling of my blood dripping and flooding out of my body. the feeling of the cold blade inside my warm -- soon to be cold -- guts. the feeling of my vision going blurry and my brain going fuzzy. the feeling of my feet and hands becoming numb due to the amount of pain. i imagined it all. how it would all feel.

i sat up straight lifting my shirt up so i could bite onto it and expose my stomach

i aimed the blade to the side of my stomach. pulling my arms over my head with the blade in my hands.

the knife was inside of me now. the cold blade was cutting and ripping my insides. i couldnt even muster up a scream or a cry, nothing came out other then blood from both my mouth and gut.

after minutes passed by of me bleeding out, my vision started to go out on me. the music that i had forgot i was even playing started to sound like it was across the house, it was so quiet. i heard so much ringing in my ears. my throat was dry. my vision had a white filter around it and objects started to look the same way when my eyes were filled with tears, all weird and shiny but my eyes were dry. i took my last breath and-

eddie was sat on the couch watching tv. he was getting ready for bed since he felt pretty tired, he turned the tv off and the lights. putting away some dishes and trash he starts to walk down the hall to his shared room with you. his stomach feels uneasy for some reason. like something bad was about to happened but he just assumed he was just tired or something

but he was wrong.

knocking on the door lightly. he heard no reply and guessed you were either already or almost asleep so he just let himself inside since you usually fall asleep before him

there eddie was. staring at a body leaning against the wooden bed frame with a knife on the floor, painted a new red. 

he saw the body of his best friend. you. you were life-less with blood pouring out onto the sheets and blankets.

“y/n...?” he said, knowing it was useless to even try to call for you.

“h-hey this-- this isnt fu-fucking funny dude.” he said running to you and shaking your shoulders. his voice cracked and whined

“HEY, I SAID THIS ISNT FUNNY. PLEASE, WAKE UP.” 

but nothing happened. you stayed still. laying there. dead. his crawled onto bed next to your dead body and just hugged you. he cried while pressing his face into your shoulder. still trying to shake you up

“please wake up, pleasepleasepleas.....” he said trailing off into a fit of “please”-s

“y/n.. i love you....”

after getting the er to get rid of the body and clean everything up the next day, he was listening to the radio to try and get rid of the thought of his now dead bestfriend when he hear the same song that was playing when he found you. 

he cant listen to that song anymore without breaking down and crying. he spent hours listening to that song in your bedroom. crying. he would look at all your nice drawings and the dnd die you gave him, the literally rings you gave him. he got a small box and put all of the gifts you made for him in there and would look at that box every god damn day. he would keep a picture of you in his wallet and whenever he needed a boost or courge, he would look at your picture. 

soon his grades went down even more then they already were, he was failing in every class because he would start not even going anymore, he would just stay home or go to his secret forest area and get high to forget what happened. but even then, all the places he knew of, you use to be there. you use to sit next to him at the bench in the forest. you use to sit on the living room couch and cuddle with eddie. you use to be in his class, right next to him. you use to sit next to him in hellfire and at lunch. you were always there. and now, those spots were all empty.

whenever he did hang out with other people like dustin and steve, he wasnt the same. he seemed more dull and didnt crack as many jokes as he usually did. he never brought up why but, they knew.

dustin would catch eddie crying in the bathrooms whenever he did go to school.

eddie could never forget you. he loved you and you were the first person to ever treat him human.

later that day. after soon. eddie went to the forest and sat there. he didnt get high he didnt smoke, just just sat there. thinking.

it was 6:35pm and eddie was ontop of a cliff. he found from a friend where a large cliff was saying he wanted to get a new smoking area. but that was all a lie. eddie stepped to the very tip of the cliff while looking down at a over  a hundred feet pit. he took the photo he had of you in his wallet and held it.

“..y/n...”

“ill see you soon.”

a/n sorry for spelling mistakes or mixed up words or if it doesnt make sense its literally 3am and im crying so fucking bad right now.

i just got out of a really bad suicidal episode and so this kinda really was self projecting but yes i am okay! but god i am not after writing this. eat up angst lovers..

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Some Like It Rough

Gif credit @bodybebangin

18+ fic. SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Happy reading dollies

"I needed you. Where were you tonight"? Kayce sat on the edge of the bed holding his ribs.

"I was out with Beth". You leaned over and grabbed the medical bag.

"For six hours"!? Kayce hissed when you pressed on his side.

"We talked, she drank...a lot. Then we played some pool at the bar". You tell him wrapping his ribs up.

"Meet any guys"? Kayce nibbled on his lip, looking up at you.

"Not this again. I didn't talk to anyone except Beth and the bartender".

"Was he a guy"!? Kayce grunted as he tried to lay down on the bed. You huffed and put the medical bag back in the bathroom.

"Yes, he was. We hooked up in the bathroom while Beth table danced. He also has a wife and a kid on the way". You lied about two things but Kayce didnt care even if you joked. He was jealous.

"I think you should go stay with your parents. We need some time". Kayce sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.

"Why? So you can go fuck every girl you see? Thats what you want? Go for it". You aggressively grabbed your duffel bag and started stuffing your clothes inside. "You wanna know something, the whole time we talked we talked about you and I. Like I couldn't shut up about you. Beth was there ask her. Because I know she wont lie for me". You scoffed and grabbed your keys.

"Y/N, I'm sorry".

"I'm tired of your sorrys. You start a fight and then apologize. We never solve anything. I'm sick of it. That's all we do, since you got back. You need to grow up and figure out what you want whether it has me in it or not. Figure out your shit". You slammed the door behind you. Kayce had a lot to think about. First he hated being alone when he was hurt. He needed comfort. So he went to his big sister.

"So what was this fight about this time"? Beth lit up a cigarette.

"What happened at the bar"? Kayce relaxed in his rocking chair with a groan holding his side.

"We talked and I got a drink. What's all this about? I thought you two were good"?

"We were but I guess my jealousy took over. She came home looking good. Guys must have talked to her. Drooling over her and shit".

"The only guy we talked to was the bartender. He was nice. But married".

"So you didn't table dance"? Kayce chuckled when he figured out he was an asshole.

"Hell no. I'm not that drunk". Beth laughed.

"I think you owe her more than just a shit I'm sorry. You need to fuck her brains out". Beth looked at Kayce seriously.

"I'm not talking about this with you". Kayce gasped getting up from the rocking chair.

"I'm a girl. I know what we want. We want a hard rough fuck and a man that knows what the hell he wants. Not some chicken shit. So grow up and tell that girl you love her. And fuck her brains out". Beth sat back in her chair proudly. She knew her shit.

"Well, it'll have to be a slow fuck cause I'm banged up". Kayce laughed with a hiss.

"Just give her that dick good and she'll know you love her".

"Oh my god. I'm leaving. My sister just said good dick in the same sentence. Have a good night. Thanks". Kayce struggled as he tried leaning over to kiss Beth's head.

"That was the pg version. I could've gone graphic. You know me". She laughed as Kayce shook his head and limped down to his car.

Kayce knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He needed you. Kayce called your cell and nothing. He called your parents, nothing. He was starting to get worried. But he knew you wouldn't go stay with friends cause they would tell so he searched at the hotels around. Only two near the house. One was a nice place and the other was a hole in the wall.

"Is there a Y/N Dutton registered here"? Kayce asked the night clerk at the front desk of the nice place.

The lady typed on the computer. "Sorry no ones named that here".

"Can you try Y/N Y/L/N"? Kayce knew if you didnt use the Dutton last name then you would use your last name.

"She's here. Room 204. But am I allowed to give you her number? You a serial killer or something"? She was hesitant on giving Kayce the key.

This made Kayce chuckle. "No ma'am, I'm her boyfriend. We're in a long distance relationship right now but she's thinking about moving here". Kayce made up something so she would give him the key.

"Alright but if I find her in the morning dead, I saw your face and I will identify you. I'm not scared of you". The clerk pulled out a shotgun.

"Yes, ma'am. That's not going to happen though. You may hear some screaming and moaning but that's not from what you're thinking of". Kayce blushed a little but was honest, he didnt want her busting in and pointing that shotgun at him.

"You do you, boo. Go get your girl". She smiled and patted his hand as she passed him the key. Kayce snickered and started up the what felt like a hundred stairs. He groaned and grunted as he walked up holding his side. In his mind he was just hoping he was able to make you moan and not pass out at your feet.

Kayce knocked on the door. "Who is it"? Kayce heard your voice and smirked.

"Room service". Kayce disguised his voice.

The door opened and his eyes went wide, you cracked the door open in a towel. You had just got out of the shower.

"Kayce, what are you doing here"?

"Um, I, god you're beautiful". Kayce stepped in, licking his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and captured your lips with his. He closed the door behind him with his boot and your towel fell to the floor.

"Kayce"? You gasped when Kayce lifted you up, your legs immediately went around his waist. His calloused hands dug into your back as he kissed you.

Kayces knees hit the bed and he slowly laid you down. He released your lips and stood back.

You closed your legs and covered your chest.  "Don't hide from me". Kayces husky voice made you tremble. Your inner thighs became wet. The heat from your center was radiating off of you.

Kayce smirked as he brought his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. When he first came he was hurting but as soon as he saw you. What pain?

He was already so hard. He could have hammered a nail with his hard on.

"Open your legs, baby. Let daddy see". Only a few times has Kayce went daddy and every time the night was amazing so you hardly ever done it so it could be special.

You let out a squeak, your legs falling open. Kayce smirked to himself when he saw how wet you were already. He took his middle  finger and touched your clit. You thought you could have came right there. You bit your lip to quiet your moans.

Kayce chuckled, his slipped his fingers through your slit with ease, massaging your with his palm. "You like when daddy does this, dont you"? Kayce evil chuckled. You nodded.

Kayce bent down and got on his knees, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started kissing your inner thighs. His beard tickled, but you loved it.

"Mmm". You started to buck your hips but Kayce held you down with his strong hands.

"Someone's eager". Kayce was inches away from your clit, you felt his hot break on your pussy lips. You felt yourself get wetter.

Kayce took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit. Making you whimper to be touched.

He flattened out his tongue and pressed hard against your clit and started wiggling his tongue.

"Fuck". You gasped, your hand went to his hair.

He sucked on your clit, his middle and index finger teasing your entrance then slowly pushing in. It was driving you crazy for him not to be rough on you.

"Daddy". You moaned his name and he went faster. It encouraged him to go rougher. His fingers went in deep and rough. His middle finger pushing against your g-spot. "Oh fuck". One hand tangled in his hair and the other one holding on to the sheets.

"I'm gonna cum". Kayce sucked you clit as he looked up at you, his fingers never losing their pace. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed over and over as you felt your first orgasm take over your body. It trembled and shaked as he kept fingering. He let go of your clit with a pop. Your hand reached down and stopped his. You couldnt take it.

"Such a good girl for daddy". Kayce grinned smacking his lips as he climbed up your body. He helped you scoot up the bed. His eyes never leaving yours. You let out a giggle, a blush upon your face.

"I just wanted to say...". You cut Kayce off by a kiss to the lips.

"Shut up and fuck me". You pulled Kayce on top of you. Wrapping your legs around him, a knot tied with your legs so he couldnt go anywhere.

"Yes, ma'am". Kayce gladly did as he was told.  He lined himself up and pushed in. God, he stretched you in all the right places.

"Fuck, baby". Kayce mumbled into your skin of your chest. He started kissing along your collarbone, kissing your neck.

Kayce picked up his pace and his  thrusts were deep and long. His hands resting on your back.

"I love you. I'm sorry for being jealous". Kayce spoke between kisses and thrusts.

"I forgive you". You kissed his chest and nibbled at his ear lobe. "I love you so much. Fuck". You threw your head back into the bed when Kayce thrusted in the right angle. God, did he know your body or what.

"You gonna cum again"? Kayce chuckled as he felt you start to squeeze his cock. You let out a whimper and a nod.

"Cum for daddy". Those words sent you straight to the stars. Your orgasm exploded around Kayce. His cock still thrusting as your orgasm still fired away. He was close. So close. Your walls were milking him.

"Fuck". Kayce grunted, his head fell to your chest as he came. His hot seed covered your walls. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as both your orgasms exhausted both of you. You laid there until he went soft and he pulled out of you. Getting under the covers, Kayce pulled you into his arms with a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"I'm truly sorry that I always let my jealousy get in the way of our relationship. I'm going to work on that. Because I know you would never cheat on me". Kayce said as he cuddled you in more.

"I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially after that. Holy fuck that was amazing. You definitely out did yourself there Mr. Dutton". You giggled, moving a piece of hair from his face.

Kayce chuckled. "You'll have my sister to thank for that. She told me what you wanted".

"So you did talk to Beth and found out that I'm a good girl". You teased.

"I know that's a lie. But I know that you want me and I want you. I was just being bullheaded. I'm sorry".

"I forgive you. Now". You cleared your throat. "How bad are your ribs hurting"?

"Not to bad. Why"? Kayce eyed you.

"I want a ride again, cowboy". You pushed him on his back and climbed aboard the Kayce train. You were never getting off no matter how jealous Kayce was or how angry you were about it. You both loved each other and that wasn't going to change.

[words-for-holland]

Distractions

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N decide to work in the same room together. The problem...both of them get easily distracted and a whole lotta fluff comes with it.

A/N: Whoa its been awhile but here we are again! Thank you for 1,000+ followers it means the world! Surprises to come 😉

“Hello beautiful.” Tom greets Y/N with a cheeky smile on his face. He quickly pecks her soft cheek as he places his laptop across from his lovely girlfriend, who was currently focused on her work.

She takes a second to look up, returning his smile with a soft one. “Hey, good looking. What’s up?”

“Nothing really. Is it okay if I work here with you? I just want to be close to my girl.”Tom pouts.

Y/N’s heart could burst at the sight and reason he gave. An inaudible “aw” prolonging through her mind...until she quickly realized that there could be some complications with this as a slight frown starts to replace her dimpled smile. “Wait...are you sure?”, she asks. “Dont you have press interviews that require absolute silence? I doubt any of you will want to hear the constant typing in the background.”

“Yeah, your typing is horrendous with those lead heavy fingertips of yours.” Tom teases.

“Well these lead heavy fingertips aren’t leaving anytime soon, so youre probably better off working elsewhere.” She suggests, pointing off to the distance. Tom groans at the idea, using his one hand to put her finger down. He engulfs hers with his, lacing her fingers and holding on tightly.

“Noooo. Dont wanna be anywhere else. Please darling? ” He pouts once more.

She giggles at his plea, rolling her eyes. “Course you can, bubz.” Tom excitedly scoots his chair in as he rubs his hands together to prep for the work to come.

And work they did...for at least 10 minutes. Tom was getting antsy as he read through his next script. Occasionally his eyes would roll to the left, and observe Y/N as she continued to read through an article on her screen. Not that Tom didnt find his own work fun but he always found watching Y/N do her thing just a bit more interesting.

He hadn’t realized himself, but his body start to shift and lean more towards her. His arm extending to wrap her in, as it glided up and down in a steady motion. His thumb doodling hearts on her shoulder. Tom could tell it had an effect on Y/N, discreetly smirking to himself as he heard her audible shakey sigh.

He wanted to see what else could make her sigh like that, so instead of his thumb he used pointer and middle finger, running them up and down her shoulder. Tom could see the smile creeping on Y/N’s face and her little head shake. She knew what he was up to and yet, Y/N still wanted him to think that he was not gonna get her that easily. But God was it hard. Every touch felt like tiny fireworks against her skin, goosebumps forming all over her body with every touch. She to stay strong. No distractions.

Tom eyes perked up, at the action. He must go further, he thinks. Tom starts to trace his nose from her shoulder to her neck, leaving kisses at her jawline. “C’mon darling. Think its time for a break.”, he whispers in her ear.

She turns her head towards him as she smiles, leaving a quick kiss on Tom’s lips. “Its only been ten minutes.” She laughs. “Five if you want to count the distractions.”

He backs up, pretending to look appalled. “How dare you. I’ve been a good lad focusing on my script for the whole ten minutes.”

A playful glare formed on Y/N’s soft face which ultimately ended her up with a fit of giggles. She couldnt take him seriously, but then again she never did with anything. Tom has always said if they were kidnapped by a pair of robbers, her first reaction would be to laugh. As the laughter died down, Y/N paid her attention back to the screen which had been inactive during the playful banter and continued to type out those set of documents that she had been meaning to get to.

Tom on the other hand was still reading through his script, taking mental notes on how he was going to approach his character. This time he was completely engrossed in his work. His eyes moving left to right with every line he took in. Until...he felt something ticking his lower calves. Tom knew it was Y/N’s foot, by the way it brushed just as he had done with his hand on her shoulder. The movements never stopped, her legs now curling around his own. Y/N was trying to getting back at him, but one thing she always forgot was that Tom always wins.

Naturally he had to the same, and what once became a playful game of footsie, now ended up with Tom shifting Y/N to sit on his lap. Her legs now wrapped around his waist and his hands holding onto her hips. Both of them connecting their soft lips, feeling every spark and essence of love. He looked up at Y/N with admiration, thinking how lucky he is to have her in his life. Yeah Covid sucked for the most part and limited their ability to even do anything exciting outside, but it gave them the opportunity to be with each other far more than they could have on a normal day. On a normal day, Tom would be jumping around country to country while Y/N would be home miles and miles away from him. Course, nothings changed with jumping from country to country, but Tom gets to bring Y/N with him now and thats all that mattered to them.

But work never stopped them from keeping busy. Just as their kisses were getting more heated, and their hands tangling each others hair both their alarms went off. The couple stopped their antics as they leaned their heads back, groaning in synchronization.

“Ughh. Thats my cue. I have to prep for an interview.” He mumbles as he nuzzles into Y/N’s neck.

“I know. I have to get ready for another business meeting. Whoo.” she speaks in a sarcastic manner, dropping her head.

“What time?” He asked pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Mm...3. Why?”

Tom plays with the strands of her soft hair. “Was wondering if you’ll stay with me through mine and Ill stay with you through yours.”

“As much fun as that would be. I dont think were allowed to —“

“Im not saying we have to be on camera for each others meeting. But if one of us will be off camera itll be all right.” He plans, still looking at his girl with pleading eyes. Y/N’s mouth twitches to the left, her eyes furrowed with suspicion.

“You’re doing it again.” Tom states, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Doing what?”

“You’re making that face again.”

Her expression quickly changes to confusion, not entirely sure of what Tom was noticing that she didnt about her own face. “What face?”, she asks.

“The one where you twitch your lips and make your eyes look angry. You only do it when youre indecisive about something. Its bloody adorable.”

Y/N snorts at his comment, and tries to get off to give him time to prepare, only to be stopped by his hands pushing her back down on his lap.

“I was serious about wanting to stay with my girl the whole day while doing work. Please?” He pleads again, this time bringing out the puppy face. “I’ll be good and do the dishes tonight.”

To be fair, Y/N knew she was always gonna say yes to Tom. Its pretty hard to deny her dorky boyfriend when hes asking so sweetly and just wants to spend the day together. More so, if the roles were switched, she would have done the same thing. “Go get changed movie star, before youre late for your interview.” She murmurs to him, kissing his cheek before she scrambles of his lap to sit across from him.

Tom whoops with victory as he runs out the room quickly changing into his shirt, fixing his hair, and adding glasses for that sophisticated touch. Sure he wanted to look his best for the Cherry Press, but he made sure his outfit was something Y/N would very much adore as well.

“How do I look?” Tom asked coming out of their shared bedroom.

Y/N looks up from her computer, and smiles widely. “Handsome as always.” She couldnt take her eyes off of him, admiring every detail of the clothing and how it perfectly complimented Tom’s feature. She eyed him from top to bottom, until she noticed something. “Uhh..honey....you’re not wearing any pants.” She asked a bit confused. Her eyes engrossed in the muscles of his thighs and the fit of his Calvin Klein boxers.

Tom smirks at her. “Its uncomfortable wearing pants. Besides no one will see...except you.” He teases, gently lifting her head up so that her eyes meets his. “Eyes up here love.”

“Youre something else.” She laughs, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Well...least we know who wears the pants in the relationship.”

Tom laughs loudly at her comment. He hooks the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants and snaps them back to further prove her point. “That was a good one. Ill give you that.” Tom and Y/N high five each other, and then it was press time.

Y/N kept quiet and tried her best to minimize the typing unless it was really needed. Seeing Tom talk about his work and dedication was something that she had always admired about him. He loved his job and everyone can see that. Occasionally they’d steal glances from each other, smiling and holding each others hand under table so that no one could see. But it was just one of those moments that Tom and Y/N couldnt help themselves too. Two hours passed and Tom was free.

“You did so well.” Y/N praised Tom and awarded him with a quick kiss. “I love it when you talk about your passion.”

“Thanks. I love that you were there with me to sit through it all.” He smiles. “I believe its your turn now. It’s almost 3.”

Y/N frowns, knowing shed have to dread through hers. Instead of getting to talk about her passions, itd all be about business, business, business. “Ugh. Do I have to?”she groans.

“Come on now. Dont be like that, you’re gonna be fine. Ill be here with you the whole time.” Tom reassures her with kisses all over her face.

“No distractions?” She asks.

“No distractions.”

[dylansslutt]

betrayal / tvd fic

authors note : i am starting a short lil tvd fic. love interest in mind but super excited with this. had to branch off on something new, feedback would be incredible!!!

summary: amelia “lia” gilbert, twin sister of elena discovers who she truly is. leading to a lot of hurt, betrayal, danger, and maybe a brokenheart or love...

 this is i guess the teaser/first part. more to come :)

--

  elena drove past me as i pull up to the salvatore house. confused, i park and rush inside. the house was quiet, i make ways upstairs.

“stefan?” i softly call out. as i reach his room, i hesitantly look around. never really been in here before, i step inside. distant water from the bathroom filled the silence. he was in the shower.

as i turn to leave, a few strolled out pictures and papers catch my attention. i softly walk forward, careful not to bump into anything. my eyes land on two pictures. i pick up one, who held elena on it.

katherine pierce, 1864.

who the- what the hell is this? why does stefan have a picture of im assuming his ex girlfriend katherine, but its elena. have him and damon really been lying to us?

i set the picture back down, gasping as i see myself. same style type picture, just a different name.

florence gilbert, 1864.

i stumble back, a million emotions running through my head. why do i look exactly like her, a straight twin.

“amelia?” stefans voice interrupts my panic, my eyes widen at his appearance. i grip my keys tighter. “where is elena?”

“you both lied...” that’s all that left my lips. i went to leave, tears flooding my eyes. stefans hands go to grab me, i push myself back against the wall.

“get away from me, stefan!” i hold my hand out to keep distance, tears already running down my face. he gives me the most hopeless look.

“wha-what is this about? what’s wrong lia?” he looks around the room confused. i glare at him, “don’t fucking call me that. you know you don’t see me as amelia.”

he slowly turns to his table, seeing the familiar photos displayed across the surface. “i can expl-”

i scoff, “oh please, you know i listen right? i heard damon say her name once. florence... you spoke of katherine and lied to our faces as if she is not exactly like elena.”

“she’s nothing like her, and neither are you. i didn’t know how to bri-” i roll my eyes, not even bothering for him to finish. just making my way out of his room.

as im halfway down the hall, stefan vamp speeds in front of me. i gasp, holting. “amelia, please just let me explain.”

“how long?” you stare into his eyes, just one question. “how long have you been lying to us?”

he stares at me in defeat, “i was the one who saved you and elena from your parents wreck.” i felt my legs go weak after that statement. stefan quickly catches me, all my body weight was held by him as i sob into his chest.

he holds me, us on the stairs as i cry into his arms. “ho-wha-” i couldnt even get my words out. everything was too much. stefan didn’t speak yet, just holding me close.

i finally start to catch my breathe, making me sit up. away from his embrace. i look at him, silent tears only left. “i spent so many nights wondering how i survived... how we made it out?”

“did you stalk us or elena, since katherine or whatever?”

he shakes his head instantly, “no.no.no, yes i did watch you both at first. to make sure you weren’t them but after a few days i knew... you weren’t them.” i nod, sniffling. i lean back against the other wall. directly in front of stefan.

“im adopted aren’t i?” i bit my lip softly. your heart dropping at his confirm, “i did some digging... you and elena are both adopted. it just has no record of your real birth parents, just your parents information.”

i nod, trying to take all this in. i reach up grabbing the rail, “i need to get out of here.” i mutter softly.

everything was making my head spin, i guess literally too; since i started seeing black dots. “amelia!” his voice seemed distant.

and it was dark...

[faeryloki]

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𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 ➸ 2.4k (2,481) 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ➸ mob!bucky x reader ;  “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.” 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ➸ SMUT 18+ ONLY MINIRS DNI, oral (m & f receiving) , face fucking , degrading , pet names (kitten, baby) , name calling , teasing , masturbation ,  mocking , daddy kink , choking , rough sex , edging , hair pulling/yanking ,

𝙖/𝙣 ➸ stan the john wick movies for giving me the baba yaga idea- this is pure filth- and im h-word at my own writing- also i listened to my god complex playlist on repeat while writing this- enjoy :)

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: “oh kitten, you really thought you’d get away with touching what daddy owns, huh?” he asked, grabbing your cheeks roughly, forcing you to look up at him from your kneeled position on the floor in front of him, “think batting those pretty little eyes is gonna stop me? you’re so cute when you’re at my mercy.”

earlier that day….

“daddyyyy, please i’m bored,” you whined, your legs strewn over the side of the couch in his office.

“kitten, i suggest you stop whining unless you want to get punished,’ he scolded not even bothering to look up from his work, as a knock sounded on the door.

“enter,” you boyfriend said, his best friends sam and steve walking in, as sam began talking. steve looked at you, giving you a once over, his eyes hesitantly stopping at where your dress rose up on your thigh and it clicked.

you got up, giving sam a quick side hug, bucky’s eyes flickering to yours for a millisecond as sam stopped what he was saying giving you a quick “heya, love muffin” the nickname making you smile as you remembered the whole boss’ girl debacle.

you smiled fondly at the memory of it being the first day bucky let you come to work with him, you were in the kitchen eating a muffin when both sam and steve came in. they stopped, looking at you for a moment before coming up sam throwing the trashiest pick up line, asking if he could be your ‘love-muffin’. you replied saying how you didn't think your boyfriend would be ok with that. they gave you confuse glances, saying something along the lines of “whos the pussy that's not spending time with his girl and leaving her alone?” you simply giggled, saying the few words that made them look like deer in headlights, “oh just your boss, bucky.”

you laughed at their shocked expressions, brushing off saying how you wouldn't tell bucky about what they said. the next time you met, sam joked around about the meeting, calling you ‘love muffin’ and it stuck. but you knew for a fact it irritated bucky every time he said it, mainly because you never told him the origin story and it bugged him.

you moved to steve, giving him a hug, but lingering a little longer than sam, knowing bucky would catch on to the extended affection. steve hugged you back, kissing your forehead as you went back to the couch, deciding on how your plan should begin. the hug you gave steve was useless, only needing it to just give him a little edge.

they talked for a bit, your hands trailing up and down your exposed thigh, buckys eyes flickering over every minute, watching you for a few seconds before going back to the conversation. you pushed your dress up slightly, trailing your fingers up and down, before going across to your inner thigh. you pretended not to notice bucky staring at you, your eyes focused on a book that you picked up of boredom.

you smirked behind the pages, upping the stakes by spreading you legs slightly, happy that the two men who stood talking couldnt see you. your legs opened, giving bucky a view of the red lace panties you had on today. his eyes flickered to you, darkening before turning his attention back to the men. you huffed, deciding to go farther in your plan, you started toying with the edge of the fabric, pulling it up slightly.

sam and steve said bye, giving you a quick wave as you smiled at them, wishing them a good day. you went back to your book, legs spread all the way as your dress did little to hid your actions. you slipped your hand down your pants, swiping your arousal, moaning at the dampness. he looked at you, challenging you to continue. and you did.

you toyed with your clit, small moans leaving your mouth as he smirked at you, amused.

“oh, is kitten needy for daddy? is kitten that needy she wants to be a bad girl?” he mocked, standing up from his desk and walking over. by now your book was rested on your chest, your hand grasping part of your dress as you pleasured yourself.

he stalked over, grabbing your hand and pulling it from under your panties, “now, now darlin’, i didn’t say you could touch what’s mine. and you’re being a bad girl. and you know what bad girls get?”

“p-punished,” you said meekly, not meeting his eyes.

he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, “exactly, kitten, and you’ve been bad girl, so you’re gonna stay right here, and not complain, and when we get home…imma remind you who owns that pretty little pussy.”

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“i asked you a question, kitty, i expect a response. unless, someone wants to be a bad kitty, hmm? you wanna be a bad kitten?” he questioned, kneeling down to you, his hand moving from your cheeks to your neck, pulling you to him.

you shook your head, a whine leaving your lips as his fingers squeezed your throat slightly, a smirk moving its way towards his face at your reaction. “oh, you wanna be good kitty? awhh, look at you, being a good girl…i think my kitty deserves some cream, huh?” he mocked your aroused state, standing back up as he unbuttoned his pants, barely pulling them down as his erection stood free.  your mouth watered slightly at the sight, his red tip dripping precum as veins popped.

“well, what are you waiting for, take my fucking cock,” he said, yanking your head back by your hair, eyes fueled with lust. he let go, hand still placed on your head as your mouth was on him not a second later, swallowing him. he guided your mouth, saliva dribbling down the corners of your mouth as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. he was too big to take, his head hitting the back of your throat with every small thrust of his hips, and your hand worked the rest, moving up and down in tandem with your mouth

your eyes traveled up him, settling on his thrown back head, small moans leaving his mouth as he praised you. his moaning only spurred you one, your hand dropping as you tried to take him whole. his hand pushed you down, taking control as his hips moved roughly, your gags sounding as the tears slid down your face.

“fuck…kitten, doin so well- fuck! takin’ my cock so good,” he praised, his other hand now placed on your head as he fucked your throat. you gagged more, tears soaking your face as your once perfect mascara, streamed down with them, “so close, kitten- fuck- wanna cum in that tight little pussy though.”

he stopped, pulling out and looking down at you, a smirk playing at his lips, “awh kitten you look so pretty down on your knees and absolutely ruined…might have to see you like this more often.”

you whimpered, the though of being on your knees and gagging on him making you clench your thighs together.

“awh, baby, that turn you on? want daddy to fuck your face again? god you’re a filthy little whore, but you’re my whore. ‘m so fucking lucky to have you kitten always so needy and ready for daddy, huh:? and that pussy is just so fucking perfect, kitten, always so fucking tight,” he praised, a whine-like sound escaping your lips as he looked at you, an eyebrow raised.

“what, kitten? what do you want?”

“please- please daddy- fuck me please,” your voice was hoarse as you spoke, the gravelly tone making bucky’s cock as he heard the aftermath of his pleasure.

“want daddy to fuck you, kitten? want daddy’s cock in you?” he teased, his hand on your cheek as his thumb pulled down your bottom lip, forcing its way into your mouth.

you nodded quickly, scooting forward in anticipation, his thumb leaving your mouth as his hand moved down to our neck, grabbing it and squeezing lightly. an involuntary moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut.

“such a filthy kitten….on the bed, baby,” he ordered, his hand leaving your throat as you hurried onto the bed. he stood looking at you, pushing up the sleeves to his white dress shirt, a smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you wait.

“good girl,” he said, walking closer. the praise had you mewling, a chuckle sounding from his chest at your reaction.

“oh so now you wanna be my good girl?” he hummed, his hand going back to your throat but not squeezing. his thumb softly caressed your neck, his eyes filled with lust and love as you stared up at him, “on your back, kitten….i wanna taste this kitty’s cream.”

you didn’t follow his orders right away, the hand on your throat immediately pushing you so you were laying on your back, you legs dangling off the bed. he pulled you forward by the back of your knees, his mouth leaving hot kisses on your inner thighs as he made his way to your core.

“please…” you breathlessly moaned, the teasing make your cunt throb.

“don’t cum unless i say so, kitten, that’s your punishment,” he smirked, pulling down your panties as he left a quick kiss to your clit.

you whined, his tongue worked your clit, a finger circling your entrance before sinking in, a moan escaping your mouth as it curled hitting your g spot. you felt his smirk against you, his fingers moved faster, moans leaving your lips. your hand pulled at his hair, writhing underneath his mouth.

“please daddy- im so close, please,” you whined, knowing if he continued you would cum.

he pulled away, tutting and shaking his head, “you know the rules kitten, no coming unless i say so. and you don’t want daddy to mad, do you? ‘cause you know what they call me when i don’t get my way, huh babygirl?” you nodded, not meeting his eyes. he moved towards you, a hand forcing your face to meet his.

“what do they call me, kitten?”

“…baba yaga,” you said quietly.

“and why?” he questioned, an eyebrow arched waiting for your answer.

“b-because you turn into the boogeyman when you dont get what you want…” you said, your tongue darting out to lick your lips, his eyes flickering down to your mouth. he smirked, his hand letting go of your face and moving to your throat, trailing down slowly before his fingers wrapped around your throat. a quiet moan left your lips, your legs clenching at his dark gaze. “awhh is kitten turned on by daddy’s hand around her neck?” he fake pouted, his voice mocking as his other hand slipped between your legs, “you like daddy choking you? bet you also like daddy’s fingers on this pussy, huh? just a filthy little slut for me.”

your hand gripped his forearm, eyes pleading to let you cum but your reaction only spurred him on, his fingers moving faster against your clit. your eyes rolled back, the pleasure too much as you held back your orgasm, pleads for him  to stop rolling off your lips.

“please buck- please no more- i cant take it- please.”

he pulled away, pouting, “come on kitten, you know what to call me, don’t make me punish you further by not letting you come at all tonight. i’m being very lenient today.”

“sorry, daddy,” you squeaked out, squirming under his hard stare.

“good girl,” he breathed, aligning his cock with your entrance, teasing you, “now continue being that good girl and take this cock like the slut i know you are.”

his words and his slow invasion into you had you moaning, the stretch still nothing you were used to. his groans mixed with yours, small whispers of your name following as he pumped in and out of you.

“please, daddy, faster- please need you to fill me up- please,” breathy moans left your mouth, nails digging into his skin.

“faster, baby? want me to ruin this pretty pussy? wanna be leaking with my cum?” he taunted, hips slowing as you let out a whine.

“no, faster daddy, please, faster,” you mewled, hips bucking to his but his hand held your waist down.

“say it, kitten, tell me what you want daddy to do,” he groaned.

“want you to go faster, daddy, want you to ruin my pussy, please, daddy,” you begged, eyes pleading as he finally complied, a smirk on his face as he pounded into you. your moans caught in your throat, eyes rolling back slightly. “so tight, kitten, almost like i’ve never fucked you before,” he moaned, hands in a bruising grip on your hips, “just my little fuck-toy, huh, kitten? just love daddy fucking you so good.”

“p-please daddy- i-im so close- please,” your back arched, moans and whines leaving your lips.

“already, kitten? just started having my fun, hold it, baby, you cum when i tell you,” he commanded, a whimper leaving your lips, “got that kitten?”

“y-yes daddy,” you whined, tears welling from the inability to release.

“awhh, is kitten gonna cry? kitten can’t handle daddy fucking her so hard? not letting her cum? you wanna cum, then beg,” his hand slid to your throat, applying the lightest of pressure, but it was enough to send you over, pleads leaving your mouth.

“please daddy, please, i’ll be good i promise, please need’a cum, please daddy,” you begged, whimpering with each of his thrusts.

“cum, kitten, cum,” he moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him, squeezing him.

you moaned as he kept pounding into you, a smirk on his lips as he pulled out, your cum following before he flipped you over, leaning down to your ear as whispered, “don’t get tired on me now, kitten, daddy’s not done with you just yet.”

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